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Assorted creditor Pantalone x afab!debtor reader headcanons. Episode one

((highly requested))

tags: tsundere!pantalone ; condescending, slightly vulgar villain ; he is a meanie ; toxic relationship ; early stage of relationship ; manipulative Lone ; slight degradation+humiliation ; choking ; slap dynamics (you slap him) ; degrading names (“bitch”) ; pet names (“kitten”) ; sexual themes ; criminal themes ; pantalone has chronic illnesses

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Madman’s note: I like mean guys and judging by what we know about Pantalone so far (Arlecchino’s voice-line, Lazzo teaser, Wriothesley’s weapon, Pantalone’s artefact) he fits this category perfectly. I see the pattern of a rude boy here. Charming on the outside but once he opens his mouth it’s disgusting (hahaha.) He probably likes mocking and lecturing others, that’s for sure vibing in the Lazzo. He also talks a lot (thanks Cholde). As for the toxic assorted au, Ik half of you don’t like reading gentle n sweet Pantalone, but when I see this man I just can’t imagine him being cruel to his lover who accepted him when the Gods did not. I really think he is very soft inside (with a person he trusts). He’s all about equality and fairness so probably he treats people the way they treat him, and if ur nice to him, well Panty acts with equal respect to you back. That’s for the personality part. Speaking of other aspects, at least you guys get a happy ending. Coz I hate bad endings. Don’t wanna fuck up huge efforts. The angst and struggle was worth it. Come get your man guys. He’s like the mean classmate who bullies you but is secretly in love with you. As for the gentleman part, I wish I could write something more than just him protecting the lady, coz I believe Pantalone to be a big deal of a gentleman who has his standards even though what he does for a living is very questionable. I’m afraid it will be too much information for this post already. I must also mention that he might say a lot of disturbing and condescending things in the beginning. Oh, and to avoid any misconception--i don’t like writing innocent readers. My reader is fierce, chronically exhausted and crazy.

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“You will be my prize. A perfect fit for a powerful man like me. You have no friends, your parents are far away, the only person to care for you is your grandmother who was, for sure, foolish enough to take a loan from Northland Bank. You are helpless in front of me, and I enjoy seeing that smug smirk disappear from your face once you realise you’re completely at my mercy. All alone, with your life depending on me. And I will, by any means, show you mercy if you are worthy enough.”

Said Pantalone as your résumé was forcefully slapped down on his desk. Your past jobs, experiences and skills — all in front of him, in his long fingers which are sliding through the pages as if it were an action book.

Your grandmother, indeed, was the only dearest person you had and, unfortunately, in order to save your life (and future) she took the risk of becoming a debtor to the old devilish banker who was by any means an extremely questionable person.

You had a rough path of changing jobs, trying to find the most fitting and well-paid one, however ending up in only worse conditions. A few years passed like this, the workload traumatised you so much that you couldn’t believe two years had passed since you started doing work for a living. Your grandmother was too prideful to retire, but you both knew her money alone could not sustain your happiness.

And thus, you ended up under Pantalone’s sharp gaze. Now, standing up in front of him with an unfazed expression, knowing too well this man just adores chewing on others’ suffering.

“Fuck you and your long ass monologues”, you think but your face remains cold.

The tapping of his fingers suddenly stops. You feel your heart sink, and it makes you wanna vomit.

“What was that? The look on your face just a moment ago”, Pantalone takes his glasses off and looks at you sharply. You can feel that heavy presence with your skin alone. The violet charm of his eyes suffocating you. His whole presence does nothing but choke you.

“Beg your pardon?” You narrow eyes and ask him as politely as possible.

“Were you thinking something a bit ago, dear? Or should I say, were you doubting my professionalism?”

“Shit, he is reading my mind. I have to think about something stupid.”

“You’re so untamed and so… wild, I’d say”, he says as he rises from his desk and approaches closer to you. “But alas, I can’t discount your value after one mere impression, can I? That would be too unconscionable of me as a businessman.”

You see him lean to your ear, his body bending cause of how tall he is, and you feel nauseous once he opens his mouth again.

“Your résumé is trash, but I’m not a monster everyone thinks I am. I will let you work under me because of how persuasive your grandmother has been. Though, I’ll be watching you, kitten. Perhaps I’ll even put you under my strict supervision—"

A sharp slap lands on his cheek. That is the moment Pantalone should realise that your pride cannot be underestimated. With his face thrown to the side, he pats his cheek, holding his fingers on the reddened skin.

“…at the lowest position”, he finishes the sentence. “Heh, the audacity of yours.”

Pantalone grabs your throat, your is suddenly pulled closer. While being choked heartlessly you turn your eyes to him and hold them for a few long deep moments.

“I’m not afraid of you”, the words come out of your mouth weakly. “Just let me work for you. I won’t be plotting anything. Not interested, to be exact.” He keeps suffocating you, you almost roll your eyes at the back of your head before the banker finally releases you. You slowly fall onto your knees. “Haah… hha…”

“I’d never be mean to a lady. But a particular someone just doesn’t know any manners.”

He signs the papers quickly, squeezes a used draft in a ball and throws it into the trash bin. The signature he leaves on your zero-hour contract is so lazily made as if the man wanted to deal with you as soon as possible.

“Don’t disappoint me. You wouldn’t like to see me when I’m angry.”

“Thank God”, you sigh in relief, despite being choked a few seconds ago.

His movements, his body are so quick and flexible, you do not notice how the eyeglasses return to his face.

“You have a zero hours contract here, but I’ll personally make sure you work not less than six days a week.”

“Just so you know, I won’t kill for you. That goes against my principles.”

Pantalone raises his eyebrows, giving you a bored look.

“I wouldn’t let you have a privelege like that anyway. I have enough henchmen of my own to stain hands with unneccessary violence.”

When the conversation ends, you go to the bathroom and throw out. This man gives goosebumps, and he is not easy at all.

To your biggest surprise, as a leader Pantalone turns out capable enough. Just seeing him intricately managing his resources and employees makes you admire him at some point. No matter how unattractive his personality, for sure, was, none could not deny the fact that he is a skilful individual. He possess finesse and determination. Though speaking of his other traits, you cannot ignore the fact how suave he is. Women touch him with or without his consent all the time. And you’d agree: the man is attractive. Affable demeanour in public, though quite closed in private. “Closed” is an understatement. He is, in fact, incredibly emotionally unavailable.

His ill-favoured personality, hidden under that affable demeanour and polished looks, however, could not prevent you from falling. For him. And you are gradually finding yourself more and more addicted to him. Brushing off these ideas as soon as possible, of course. Occasional touch of your fingers, frequent looks he’d give you. You cannot remember the exact moment when Pantalone started showing signs, but you remember well that his glances in your first meaning were anything but interest. As you are a “special” debtor with a large sum to owe, Pantalone almost cages you in his main office buildings. To your knowledge, there were a few of them, but out of all people the fate of working with him has fallen onto your shoulder.

There was one day when he scared you.

“You… killed someone?” You ask, holding your hand to your chest as you walk into his office to bring some papers. But they are dropped down the moment you see the so-called crime scene. The heavy metallic scent of blood blocks your breathing and you dream of disappearing from this room, however it is too late.

“Just taught a disagreeable debtor a valuable lesson”, Pantalone walks out of the shadows, lighting the cigarette right in his own office.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the blood on his face once he makes himself visible.

“What are you doing here? Ah, the job. I almost forgot.”

A panic attack crashes you sooner than Pantalone inquiries.

“Why the sour face? Just put the papers here and you’re dismissed.”

You look down at the body next, and even if!(fat chance) that person is alive, you cannot pull yourself back into the calm state.

“Are you deaf? Put your stuff on my desk,” the banker commands, wiping the blood off his cheek.

Your vision goes blurry when you see his stained with crimson skin and you feel like fainting.

“I don’t… exactly like… seeing blood, yes.” You turn away but lose your consciousness the moment after.

When you wake up you find yourself lying in the leather couch, a blanket dropped sloppily over your body. Pantalone is sitting at his desk per usual, working on his papers when he sees you slowly come to senses.

“Alive? Good. Now go back to your duties.”

You rise from the couch slowly, pulling the blanket down and slightly wobbly proceed to the door.

“Y/N.” Pantalone stops you with his voice.

“What now…” you think. But your expression softens one you hear what he tells you:

“There is a bottle of water I left for you on the desk. Take it. I’m not exactly eager reviving you after another fainting because your careless ass is dehydrated”, he stops writing with his left hand and says again, this time harsher: “And never enter my office announced again.”

“Thank you”, you take the bottle of water the Harbinger offers you. It has a distinct spicy scent from cologne lingering on it. “Your couch reeks of tobacco, by the way.”

One time, when you save him.

Pantalone storms into the office visibly injured and infuriated. You can see his secretary come up to him, presenting some sort of intel while her hand slips under his sleeve trying to pull his gloves out. You see it all through the small doorway.

“Lord Harbinger, you must have had a tough mission, let me release this stress of yours…”

The other employee of his, a male, presses a wet sponge against his expressionless face. Pantalone, seemingly weak and tired doesn’t respond immediately to the secretary boldly roaming her lustful hands over him but a while after his consciousness makes itself known. He grabs the recently presented papers and slaps the woman’s hand with them.

“Sir—”

“Have you two no shame? I need privacy. For once, just leave me alone!” He shouts, uncharacteristically to him. Both the secretary and the lowly subordinate rush out of the room under his strict command.

When the shift ends you can see everyone leave the office, however there has been not a single move from Pantalone’s office since he shut his door. You look on the clock, it’s already 9:15 p.m. Why is he not going home? You decide to spy on Pantalone. Soon, as everyone has left the office empty, you raise from your working desk and go to check on your CEO.

“Pantalone.”

You knock, but the response is none.

“Pantalone, coming in.”

You push the door slowly. Even his spicy cologne mixes up with the metallic scent of blood. You walk in the office and feel your heart sink at the sight: the banker is lying on the floor, as if he had fallen from his desk, there are lots of tablets scattered around the floor, and a bottle of wine, shattered, the salty smell filling your nostrils. The ashtray on his desk is full and messy. Everything looks chaotic and Pantalone himself is, for sure, out of character.

He is unconscious as he is lying on the floor. You rush to him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder and start shaking him.

“PANTALONE!!”

He doesn’t wake up and you have to resort to drastic measures. You slap him. At that, he finally comes to the senses.

“This is the second time you have slapped me. Are you not afraid of the punishment I might force upon you?” he asks, groggily putting his body into a sitting position.

“Why didn’t you go to the doctor?”

“I’m perfectly fine handling some scratch.”

“Just a scratch? Then, what are the tablets for? I thought they were painkillers.”

You see as Pantalone examines his own mess, and his expression is calm yet a hint of exhaustion can be spotted.

“Clever”, he says. “I was beaten up, and my muscles obviously hurt.”

“And the wine?”

“To relax.”

“I see.”

Pantalone eyes you once again, his face extremely pale and tired. “Are you done? You can go home.” He turns away from you, you don’t know what he’s doing but you hear a drawer being pulled and Pantalone let out a short sound similar to groaning. His knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the desk. You see a used needle roll across the very same desk…

“You’re… you’re diabetic?”

“An astitute observation” (silently). “Didn’t I tell you to go home?”

You analyse him from the top to bottom and deem this person likely not being able to get home himself. You open your eyes to offer taxi, but realise that he has a personal chauffeur. “Right, rich people…”

“That’s all? You won’t even give me a lecture for spotting you in such a vulne-” Pantalone’s gaze becomes so evil that you rethink over the choice of your wording. “In such a predicament. I mean, shouldn’t your mighty self cut my tongue in order to prevent me from gossiping about your health concerns?”

“You’ve been reading far too many detective stories. I’m not so…” he sighs, realising that given the circumstances of his long list of crimes even as a polished businessman he is a perfect match to Meropide. So Pantalone cuts his wording as well. “Forget about it.”

“You sure will be alright?”

“Worry of yourself, it’s getting quite dark and seems like rain and thunder.”

Wow. That’s a gentleman indeed! He won’t even offer you a lift? You roll your eyes.

“I’ll get home just fine. And also, you reek of alcohol. Can’t have the employees think poorly of you.”

You don’t even know if you are happy with your doing or not, because if you didn’t wake him, he’d probably be lying there on the floor until the very morning.

As you’ve cleaned your desk and taken your coat on, ready to leave, you see that the raining outside has become even more aggresive.

You walk outside and slip on the first level of stairs. “Great.” Before you could dial the number of the taxi, you hear the voice behind you stopping you.

“Don’t need to spend money. You’re coming with my chauffeur.”

“No thanks, I am quite fine being al-ready indebted to you.”

“That won’t need repayment. You saved my life. If I were not woken up in time, and didn’t inject insulin, I would most certainly end up in a coma not long after.”

“Especially considering that you drank wine”, you think.

“If you insist. Look like today I’m but a slave of the weather conditions.”

Pantalone hums to your response and leads you to the sleek black car. He throws the door open for you and gets onto the back seat with you. Once he’s settled and you wait to be dropped off your place you notice the holes on his gloves, revealing already dry blood stained cuts. You are only able to see them properly now, due to your close proximity.

“May I ask who attacked you?”

“It happens quite often so no one is really surprised by now”, he clears throat. “An assassination attempt. But I’m faster” he gives you a warning look, by which you conclude that the killer is no longer alive.

“I see.”

As you’re dropped off safely to your place, you sneak into your bedroom before your grandma has questions. As you lie in bed under a fuzzy blanket you cannot brush his scent, the mix of spicy cologne with blood, off your mind. The sight of him almost helpless, injecting that insulin like he was on a thin ice, stays carved into your mind as well.

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#those are some really sharp thorns you’ve grown around you Pantalone #tsundere pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #anime smut #anime x reader #creditor pantalone episodes #pantalone smut

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luvsfootball · 11 months

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injury - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - anon.

request - hey its me the anon that asked for the aurel fic... so basically hes injured and out for two months (😭😭) can you do him and reader using that time to catch up and do couple stuff coz back then he's too busy to do allat. just giving out ideas if you dont want to write it its fine. thank you for writing for aurel tho love you sm (😭🤍🤍🤍)

“ow, ow, ow,” aurelien winced, climbing out of bed to try and make it to the kitchen. his groans of pain made you stir in bed and when you sat up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.

“baby, the doctor said you have to rest. where are you going?”

he turned at the sound of your voice and sighed as he felt completely defeated. lying back, he rested his head against the pillow as he muttered, “i wanted to make you breakfast.”

you laughed at his words and sat up, grabbing your nightgown from the bedside table. “aurelien, you’re hurt. if anything, i should be making you breakfast.”

aurelien grabbed his matching nightgown, something that he was adamant you both brought a couple months ago.

“what are you doing?”

“i want to come with you,” he replied, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was in pain. you sighed, pushing hin lightly back down onto the bed and pecking his lips. “relax, anjo.”

he rolled his eyes in a joking manner, leaving you to go and make breakfast for the two of you.

you knew aurelien was slowly losing his mind being in the house 24/7, so you had decided to book a trip away to france, where you both grew up.

“have you got the passports?”

“for the last time, everything’s sorted.”

aurelien picked at his fingernails as you both sat on the chairs, waiting for your flight to begin boarding. you grabbed his hand to stop him from doing the habit he had picked up ever since his injury.

“what’s wrong, anjo?”

he sighed as he looked into your eyes. “i’m just happy we’re getting to spend more time together.”

the smile on your face was wide as you rubbed circles on his skin, “i’m glad too, aurelien.”

it said your flight was boarding so you both walked up to the walkway, hand in hand as you got ready to board to france.

“he’s okay, i think he’s just going a bit crazy. football has been part of life forever, and well now he has to wait.”

your sister gave a sympathetic smile to you whilst aurelien kicked a ball outside with your niece. she loved aurelien and when she found out about his injury, she was bummed as well.

the pair of them always played football whilst he was back in france, so now he couldn’t keep up, she was sad.

“how’s your leg?”

“sore. that’s why i’m using this one.”

aurelien kicked the ball back to her with his okay leg, and she caught it in her hands. “do you love aunty y/n?”

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “of course i do, mon petit champion.” she smiled at the nickname before resting on the grass with aurelien.

“are you going to marry her?”

he was taken aback. of course he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but aurelien had never really gave much thought to how you’d spend your future together.

looking at you through the glass screen, aurelien knew then and there he was going to marry you. he just wasn’t sure when.

“of course i am.”

the muffins were in the oven and now you were both home, things had gone fast. aurelien had been back to training but he was taking it slow.

he seemed to have cheered up a lot so you were making his favourite muffins to take with him to work tomorrow.

“they smell amazing, anjo.”

his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he kissed your head, taking a lick of the spoon that you had used to stir the mix.

aurelien loved you like this.

all messy and worn out from doing baking.

“i was talking to cassie the other week.” at the mention of your niece you turned around, wondering now what they spoke about. “and?”

“she asked when we were going to get married.”

at the mention of marriage, you laughed a little. of course you wanted to get married and the fact your niece told him made you chuckle.

but his face fell at your laughs. “what, you don’t want to get married?”

“no, of course i do. i just can’t believe a nine year old was talking about marriage with you.”

“well that’s good, because…”

aurelien trailed off, hand feeling around his pocket to find the ring he had brought the other day. he dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand.

“aurelien, what are you doing?”

“these past couple of weeks, you’ve shown me that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’ve taken care of me whilst i’ve been hurt and you paid for a trip to france so i could see my family. you’re my world. my moon and stars.”

tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at him. “my knee’s kinda hurting,” he chuckled and you laughed too, pulling him up. “of course i’ll marry you. i love you too, baby.”

“let’s call cassie and tell her the good news.”

#aurelien tchouameni x reader #aurelien tchouameni #real madrid #football x reader #football imagines #football

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blackdollette · 1 year

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oml im so sorry i have another request coz im literally so full of ideas and am horrible at writing. cheerleader bimbo reader x tutor charlie. (inspired by another ayesha erotica song called trashy...)

anyways readers stretching at home for her cheerleading competition tomorrow and charlie comes by mid stretch and he knocks and shes like "come innn!!!" and shes in the living room, leg straight up and in a short little skirt with little panties and all. and shes just like "oh hey, char! sorry i forgot about our sesh today.." and she pouts coz she loves her time with charlie. mansplaining to bimbos mmmm..

anyways. shes like "mind if i do some stretches while u ask me questions." and hes like "uh... sure" BONER ALERRRTTT !!!!! and hes just on the couch, pillow in his lap and reading the flash cards out to her. and shes like bent over the table with one leg high up and stuff and hes just "youre rly flexible..." and she finally makes a move !!! all "wanna see how flexible i can get, char?"

mb. im too horny ugh

oh my gosh!! yall are too creative. and im working on more requests today :))

"go cheerleader!" | charlie walker

jealous girl. - lana del rey

cheerleader!reader x charlie

contents: tit fucking, p in v, unprotected sex

you stretched your body into the standing splits position, feeling every muscle in your body responding to your movement as you brought your leg up all the way.

you felt your tiny little pleated skirt lifting up just a little before you heard a knock at the door. you knew it was charlie, who had been assigned as your new tutor since your teacher had said that "having big tits won't get you everywhere in life." whatever that meant. but you liked having him around. you felt whenever he let his eyes travel on your body. and you especially liked making him squirm.

"it's open!" you yelled out, bringing your leg down a little. charlie nervously opened the door and peeked at you. his eyes widened at the sight of you in this position, already feeling a slight twitch in his pants. "o-oh sorry. is this a bad time?" he asked shyly. "nope. come on in, charlie." he blushed as he heard his name in your mouth. he walked into the house, his head slightly down as he clenched the binder in his hand. from where he was, he had a perfect view of your little pink panties underneath your skirt. he saw your hot pink shirt stretching over your perfect tits. and he could tell that you weren't wearing a bra.

his breath caught in his throat before he made his way to the couch, sitting down. "i can go if you're busy. we can reschedule or something..." he looked at your ass as you slowly brought your leg down. "no, you can just ask me questions while i stretch. if that's alright with you, that is..?" he gulped and nodded, already feeling his dick hardening. he put a pillow on his lap and opened the binder to where you left off last time. "okay, so we're doing angles in math today."

you groaned in frustration. that was your least favourite unit. you just never understood a thing about it. he saw your frustration but continued reading from the book. "true or false. an acute angle is less than 90 degrees." you were on the floor, doing a regular split. you thought for a moment. "false?" you looked up at him, but he shook his head. you stood up and started pacing the room. "i swear im gonna bomb this quiz."

he was about to speak, but his boner was growing more unbearable by the second. then, he got an idea that would benefit both of you. "o-ok, how about this... do you know what 180 degrees is?" you shook your head, arms crossed. he had to hold back his excitement a little. "when you do the splits, your legs are in that angle, being in a straight line." your eyes lit up a little. you walked to the table and bent over it, lifting your leg high into the air, exposing your little panties once again. "like this, char?" charlie smiled a little. "yeah... just like that."

you held that position, fully stretching your muscles. his eyes were looking at places where they shouldn't be, but he just couldn't help it. "you're, uh, really flexible." charlie was starting to crumble apart, not being able to keep himself together. you could see that he was trying to cover his erection with that pillow, and you decided that it was finally time to make a move. you walked up to him, hand on your hips. "wanna see how flexible i really am, char?"

he couldn't believe his ears. were you really making a move on him? he had been planning out how to confess how much he liked you since he'd started tutoring you in freshman year, but now you were doing it with no thought at all. you truly were extraordinary. you took the pillow off of his lap, revealing his painfully hard erection. his face turned extremely red. "wow charlie. thats quite the boner you've got there. i never knew you had it in you." you teased as you started to palm his aching cock.

he groaned, swallowing all the saliva that had gathered in his mouth. you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his solid cock, his boxers already stained with his precum. he cleared his throat. "u-uh, there's something ive always wanted to do with you... may i?" you raised an eyebrow. charlies hands moved to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and letting your tits escape. his mouth gaped open as he saw them in all their glory. you caught the drift and put his cock in between them.

you spit on the tip of it and started moving them up and down his length. he was already moaning like he was about to cum right at that second. as he got more used to the sensation, he took them in his hands and thrust his hips into them, precum leaking out of his cock and getting on them. he was a complete mess, turning into the pathetic little boy that you've always known. as you felt his getting closer, you pulled your tits off of him. "don't wanna cum before the main event, do you char?" you slipped off your panties, giving them to him.

you turned around and put your arms on the ground, but your legs were doing the splits on his lap, in a strange version of the reverse cowgirl position. charlie looked at your glistening little pussy. you spat on your hand and reached back, giving charlies cock a few strokes before using the tip of it to rub your clit. charlie felt his heartbeat accelerating. this was the sexiest thing that hed ever seen. you slipped his cock into your cunt, getting a low groan out of him. once it was in, you started moving your hips up and down.

charlie put his hands on your thighs, this being the best position that he'd ever been in. as you started moving faster, charlie started losing control of himself, muttering how much badly hes wanted this and that you were the most perfect girl in the world. you felt your pussy tightening around him, your moans getting louder as you neared your orgasm. charlie had to look away, the sight of you being too overwhelming for him. his body started heating up as he began to tremble.

you felt yourself cumming all over him, and you heard him sigh as you left a milky white ring on the base of his cock. he had been waiting for you to cum, and now that you had, he could too. as he finally hit his orgasm, he pulled out of you and came all over your ass, painting it completely with all his cum. while he was cumming, his nails were digging into your soft thigh, holding onto them for dear life. you crawled off of him, and turned to face him. "that wasnt too bad charlie." you started tucking his dick back into his pants. "and i'd really like it if you came to my cheer tournament tomorrow night." you smiled. "y-yeah. ill be there." he said. tonight, his biggest dream had come true.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! i loved this one sm, charlies such a needy little boy. there are six or seven more requests that i have in my drafts, and ill be posting them as soon as possible. thank you!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #scre4m #scream franchise #scream 4 #scream #charlie walker smut #444rockstargf #lana del rey

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platonic-pals-punchout · 10 months

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Epithet Erased (webshow & lite novel) | Ace Attorney (video game series & anime)

[This poll was made by silly mistake on the part of the tournament runner, who misread the bracket. Sorry! It won't count towards the overall tournament. Followers have voted to make Gio/Molly PPP's mascots if they win tho!]

Giovanni Potage & Molly Blyndeff:

1. THEY’RE SO SILLYYYYYYY i love them. they’re such a prime example of friendship with an age gap in media, which, i think needs to happen a bit more. i have friends older than me! i have friends younger than me! and also they’re just. goofy. silly 2. Would any friendship bracket truly be complete without this dynamic duo? She’s a serious an disillusioned elementary school student, resigned to her miserable lot in life after years of neglect and doing her family’s taxes. He’s a wacky and optimistic teenager turned supervillain, here to sweep her away from her abusive family. Together, they commit CRIMES! 3. She is an anxious child who has the power to dumb down noises or impacts to help her deal with the literal everything in her life, as she has to balance school and her family’s toy store, especially as her father and sister seem to prioritize their own selves and not care about the family as a whole. Molly is like 11 or something and has to do her family’s taxes! He is a villainous mastermind!…well, he says he is. In actuality, Giovanni is a captain in the Bonzai Blasters, with ambitions of being promoted to Vice Principal…or even Associate Justice or Valedictorian! (Yes. This is how that system is organized) But unlike the rest, he prioritizes the wellbeing of his minions above all else. He’s comfortable with his masculinity, as he knits for his minions and packs them all some soup in case they get hungry. Oh! He also has the power of soup. He can make soup, make steam of soup, and every 13th physical hit from him deals critical damage (that has nothing to do with soup. It’s just what he does). After a heist gone wrong, these two meet, and Giovanni adopts Molly as one of his minions (giving her the minion name “Beartrap”, on account of her bear hoodie. She likes bears). Together, they thwart/do a heist and steal a valuable amulet. Giovanni also distances Molly from the Banzais when the cops show up, so she will not have to worry about legal troubles. Not spoiling much about the book (Prison of Plastic, go read it), but Giovanni continues to stand up for Molly against her family, who continues to write her off. He tries to get her sister to connect with her and soften up. He can’t do much with the dad because he sucks. Giovanni makes sure Molly knows how cool she is as a person and that she doesn’t let herself be walked all over by other people. He helps her stand up for herself, and in turn, she helps him with crime.

Maya Fey & Phoenix Wright:

1. Quite frankly I don’t think they will win. They are constantly being tormented and experiencing the horrors and this poll would be no different. 2. they literally cannot die no matter what hell canon puts them through. fall off that bridge n cliff to a deathly boy! get kidnapped like 4 times girl! when she gets kidnapped like the first time, they had to make a new sprite for Phoenix coz he didn’t look devasted and depressed enough. Power of friendship though! and she is OKI! :) 3. The most iconic attorney and assistant pair in the series. Phoenix canonically ran onto a burning bridge to try to save Maya when she was in danger. His call with her got cut off once and he left the country to go make sure she was safe. She’s been kidnapped twice to be used as leverage against him and both times she was more worried about him than herself. She once jumped in front of a taser to try to protect him. He’s also defended her from murder accusations like four times. Their relationship defines the original game trilogy even more than the Wright-Edgeworth relationship does. Other Ace Attorney games wish they could replicate this dynamic. They got added to a fighting game as a single unit where they work together to fight. They both think they’re the reasonable one in this friendship, despite neither of them actually deserving that title.

Note: This blog is run & followed by aromantics. Insisting any pairs are ~actually romantic~ will not only cause you to be blocked on the spot, but you’ll out yourself as someone not safe to be queer around. No one wants to hear how stupid you look with those shipping goggles on.

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holly-natnicole · 7 months

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Know what I think would be hilarious? If Estelle had been born or created when Percy was age 12 with Paul as the younger sibling's biological mortal human parent and Poseidónas (Ποσειδώνας) as her divine parent. Either the Greek God got pregnant coz deities are not limited by biology or she suddenly appears into existence the way Ἀntéros (Ἀντέρως), divine son of Nirítis (Νηρίτης) and Poseidónas, did during the ancient times; except Estelle would show up as a newborn instead of as an adult. Then Paul a week later meets Sally at a writing seminar and the 2 become friends, 1 of their conversation topics being their respective ex-boyfriends without knowing those 2 men are actually the same guy; Sally names Estelle after her (Sally's) mum since Paul says he has no ideas for a name. When Paul a year & half later introduces Estelle to Sally and meets Percy, they all think it's a funny coincidence that Estelle's eyes are identical to Percy's (which is canon despite her being a mortal human in the books, not a demigod). Finally, the truth gets figured out when Poseidónas shows up at Percy's 15th birthday party.

Bonus: Poseidónas isn't the 1st ever person Sally dated. 1st was Amfitrítis (Αμφιτρίτης) when the mortal human was age 20, but the 2 cis ladies weren't dating long enough for a demigod to be conceived or suddenly appear. 2 years later, she met Poseidónas at the beginning of summer and realises her ex-girlfriend was a (most likely Greek) God. Jackson is a common surname, so it takes a while for everyone to figure out Amfitrítis and Sally used to be a sapphic couple. The only one unamused by all of this is Tríton (Τρίτων).

To be clear, Sally-x-Paul are loyal spouses to each other and have no intention of forming a relationship with the deities again (plus Paul isn't clear-sighted and, prior to Amfitrítis making her immune to the Mist as a 12th birthday gift, neither is Richi who is Paul-x-Sally's O.C. bio daughter born on 15th March 2011). But they do think it's ironic that they share an ex and one of them is that shared ex's own wife's ex.

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mschievousx · 4 months

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now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc, anthony bridgerton x ofc (platonic)

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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omg im gonna cry y'all the most awesome readers. i actually have not finished any ffs before despite starting a bunch (bbc sherlock holmes, james bond, and marvel glaring at me). all of you became the very reason this ff has seen the sunlight. the plot, prologue, and excerpts of this have been sitting in my notes way before season three. i had written it originally with anthony as third party in mind and had to rewrite the prologue since we have kate now. idk what to say else i just love you all so much—still mad abt fucking eggs and some callbacks y'all missed tho. drop your favorite lines or quotes or anythingg. let's have an active convo abt everything that happened in the comments coz y'all fucking crazy and i love it!

easter eggs (only the ones i remember):

- callbacks like really a bunch of them i cannot name each but drop those you know on the comments pls coz im gonna jump off if y'all do not recall any coz that's where the story heavily relied i think.

- bruh this is literally somebody that i used to know by gotye titles of all the chapters are from the lyrics go check ittt, and like from the now and then as main title alone and the lines in the epilogue.

- righttt, fourty-six soldiers for the 47 ronin inspo!! that's like the part i loved the most coz it was so apt for the story and i just realized when we're at chapt nine

the writing process:

- brooo i swear this was supposed to be like a cliche romcom ff like the most that was to happen was the angry confession,, but then i laid down on my bed one night we were around chapter two or three and then it just entered my mind like im gonna fucking kill this girl and everything was a huge coincidence like how her father is in the military and such. so i just had fun really figuring the story out on the process too. in a way, i was like an audience myself as i watched it all unfold in my mind. oh and the harry potter one about the fourth book and sht was the real coincidence lol i did not know about that at all.

anyways, that was it and it's a wrap for now and then aaaaaaaa y'all consumed my life for two weeks thank you so much everyone! will always love youuu!

#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x oc #benedict bridgerton #benedict is a fox

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Helllooooo !!! How are you ? Hope you're doing good !

I've read your writings and DAYUMN ! YOU'RE THE BEST! All your stories got me really good and I love it ! and here I just want to ask for a request if it's still open :') Jimin x reader oneshot/drabble something like friends to lovers, reader's first time but she's not innocent coz she read spicy books. maybe like she's reading a spicy chapter and tend to ask about it with him and it led to confessions, dom!jm & aftercare (like detailed aftercare). you can make it how explicit you want 🤸‍♀️ You're so good in writing so i thought should ask for a smut :') I'm sorry and thank you in advance

📖 Pairing: bestFriend!Jimin x Reader (afab)

📖 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Best friends to lovers

📖 Warnings: Reader's a virgin, protected sex, p in v, soft sex, thigh riding, fingering, aftercare, pet names (kitten), breast play

📖 Word Count: 3.4k

📖 Betas: @wooahaeproductions and @the-boy-meets-evil, thank you both for looking it over and giving me your thoughts on the fic! 🥰

📖 Author's Note: Awh, anon, thank you so much for reading my works! I really love knowing people enjoy my writing style! I apologize for the long wait. I hope you like it 😊

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He runs his hands over my bare chest. His touch is gentle, and I can feel my skin light on fire. Even though the fire burns, I can’t get enough of it. I grab his hand and press it harder against my breast, moaning into the kiss at the feeling. All my thoughts are about him. It’s just me and him in this small world.

“That’s so cheesy,” you huff to yourself.

“What’s so cheesy?”

You jump at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“When did you get up?” you ask as you try to calm your racing heart. You slot your bookmark in your book before closing it.

Jimin glances down at the title and smirks. “Another one of your romance novels? What’s this one about? Poor girl finds rich prince and they live happily ever after?”

Jimin’s wearing a tight-fit shirt that has your eyes averting quickly.

You had never thought of Jimin in that way until recently. You’re noticing the little things of his physique. Like the way his muscles flex whenever he rakes his fingers through his hair, or how his thighs look huge in those stupid skinny jeans he likes to wear.

“No,” you argue. “But even if it was, that trope is still golden.”

“It’s cliche,” he retorts while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Not all cliches are bad,” you respond.

Jimin smiles as if he knows something you don’t.

“Whatever,” you lamely reply. “Thank me for letting you spend the night then get out.”

“Kicking me out so soon? Is your book that good?” He grins like he knows your dirty secrets.

Your cheeks heat as you’re reminded of the intimate scene you stopped at. You push aside the thoughts trying to invade your mind.

“A lot better than bickering with you,” you huff.

“Let me stay longer and I’ll pay for lunch,” he bargains.

Sighing, you agree. There’s no true reason to kick him out besides wanting to finish your book in peace. Though, Jimin’s usually good at becoming a fly on the wall once he gets situated. You figure you just need to wait twenty minutes and then you’ll both be doing your own things.

As you expected, you and Jimin are sitting on the couch thirty minutes later. He’s scrolling aimlessly through his phone, while you’re engulfed in your book.

His hands grip my hips tightly as I roll them along his thigh. Each glide has my clit brushing his muscles, and my moans don’t seem to stop. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Getting all worked up over my thigh.”

Does that actually feel good?

“Does what actually feel good?” Jimin asks.

If you were in an animated show, you’re sure you’d be the cat that leaped fifteen feet in the air after being startled.

“What?” you question, heartbeat picking up.

“What’s supposed to feel good?” he rephrases.

“It’s nothing,” you try to dismiss, but Jimin doesn’t let you. In one swift motion, he’s plucking the novel out of your hands and scanning the page quickly.

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly at the words, then glances at you. He looks shocked to see you reading something so vulgar. Though that expression soon turns into something more mischievous.

“You’re reading this while I’m sitting next to you?” he observes.

Your face warms. It was no big deal. It’s just a book. Sure, it’s more scandalous than others, but it’s still just a book.

You shrug to act as if you’re unbothered.

Jimin smiles and hands you back the book.

You take it slowly, eyes staring at his face to see what he’s thinking.

“Don’t let me stop you then,” he says before picking up his phone again. He contorts his face back in a neutral expression—giving you the impression he doesn’t care about your spicy novel anymore.

Inhaling deeply, you look at your book; however, it’s hard to continue reading.

No matter how hard you try, you end up reading the same sentence over and over again. Damn you for thinking out loud accidentally.

You finally give up trying and look at your best friend.

“Does it really feel good to rub yourself on someone’s leg? Like, that just sounds silly,” you blurt suddenly.

Jimin’s eyes flick up from his screen.

“How should I know?” he asks.

“Aren’t you experienced or something?” you scoff, recalling his several one-night stand stories.

“I am, but you should ask someone who would be in your position.”

You hum in thought.

You’ve been best friends with Jimin for years and have talked about sex multiple times. Although it’s usually him doing the talking since you’ve never had it before.

Maybe it’s time to finally take advantage of the fact your best friend is a guy. You could learn a thing or two that could help you in the future.

“Okay, then answer this: Do guys actually find it attractive when girls squirt?” you wonder. You remember reading something about it in the last novel you picked up.

Jimin’s eyes go wide again. “Why are you suddenly asking me these kind of questions?”

“Well, you know… I’ve never done it, and I’m curious about stuff,” you begin to say. “You have experience, so you can help provide some insight. I might be less awkward when I finally do it.”

He blinks a few times then adjusts himself on the couch—appearing less stunned than a few seconds ago.

“Alright, I’ll answer your questions,” he announces.

You smile, grateful he’s not making fun of you or rejecting your request. You’re more comfortable asking him these questions than some random person on the street.

“Start with the one I just asked,” you remind.

“The answer is yes,” he simply replies.

“Really? Why? You just get soaked with… liquid.”

Jimin chuckles softly.

“It’s hot,” he shrugs.

“Hmph, okay,” you trail off as you think of your next one.

“So, you’ve had someone rub against your thigh?” you ask, still caught up with the events in your book.

“Actually, no,” he chuckles.

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He laughs. “Just because I’ve had sex before, doesn’t mean I’ve tried everything.”

“So,” you say slowly, “you don’t know if it feels good.”

Jimin watches you attentively. He’s quiet for a few seconds too long but finally replies.

“Why don’t you try it yourself?”

You scoff. “And who am I supposed to try it with? I guess I could use a pillow…”

“Try it with me.”

Your heart drops.

Did he just suggest you two…

“You’re kidding,” you state.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m serious. We've both never tried it, and since you’re so curious about it, might as well. You’re safe with me, remember?”

He had a point. You could see what this whole “thigh riding” hype was about with someone you could trust.

The big issue with this was trying to keep your feelings at bay. Day by day, they’ve been getting stronger. And part of you wasn’t sure if it was pure lust, or if you genuinely had feelings beyond friendship. Perhaps this was your chance to find out.

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop,” he repeats. “We’re both in a safe environment. No judgment. No teasing. We’re just trying something new together.”

“Okay,” you say. “Let’s try it.”

Jimin gives you a reassuring smile and situates himself better on the couch for you. Once he’s done, he gestures to come. The new position has them looking thicker, already igniting something in your lower belly.

You’ve felt it before while reading your books, but this time felt more intense.

You slowly make your way toward him. As soon as you’re within reach, he places his hands on your hips and rubs at them soothingly.

“Let’s take these off, okay?” Jimin suggests and tugs on the waistband of your shorts.

“Okay,” you agree softly, pushing the clothing down your legs until you’re left in your basic tee and underwear.

Jimin smiles at you, easing your nerves.

“Now, sit,” he says while tapping one of his thighs.

Nodding, you straddle the thigh he gestured to. Though rather than actually sitting, you hover above it.

Jimin places his hands gently on your hips and lowers you all the way down.

You expect to feel sparks in your body, but there’s nothing. It’s not as described in your book.

“You need to move, silly,” Jimin instructs softly. There’s no mockery in his tone; he’s just keeping the tone light to not scare you away.

“I—I’m not sure how,” you mumble, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Jimin nods and then pulls your hips forward once then backward.

The act causes your clit to be brushed, making your mouth fall open slightly. It takes Jimin to guide your hips a few more times until you’re getting the hang of it.

You’re slowly rolling your hips against his leg, hitting your sensitive area so much that you’ve started breathing heavily.

“How does it feel?” Jimin asks gently.

“G-good,” you reply. You’re beginning to understand how your character feels in the book.

“What about now?” he asks, and then he’s tensing his muscles.

You let out a small gasp at the new feeling and instantly grind harder. Your hands glide down his chest, feeling his toned torso before gripping the ends of the material. You clutch it tighter–anchoring yourself to him.

Jimin simply smiles at your reaction, continuing to clench and unclench his muscles until you’re whining something too low for him to understand.

“What is it?” he coos.

“I-I need more,” you speak louder, legs growing tired; however, the addiction to the feeling forces you to keep going.

“More?” Jimin repeats as he thinks about what you mean. “Oh.”

“Please, Jiminie,” you plead.

Jimin’s breath hitches at the look you give him.

“Are you sure? You want me to be your first?” he asks.

You nod frantically. “I feel safe with you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly before lifting you off him.

You whine again, but Jimin shushes you gently as he readjusts you on the couch so your back is pressed into the cushions. Jimin spots the wet patch on your underwear, smiling at seeing how worked up you got over riding his thigh. Gradually, he starts to remove your panties.

He bites his lips at your wet core, trying to suppress a moan. Jimin slowly runs his fingers through your slick folds, which causes your hips to buck once. He does this twice more to ensure his fingers are coated thoroughly with your arousal. Then, he’s rubbing your clit with his other hand as he gradually pushes one finger into your tight hole.

You gasp, walls tightening around his digit briefly before you’re mentally telling yourself to relax. You’ve touched yourself before, but it’s different when it’s coming from someone else.

Jimin’s soon inserting a second finger, then a third when you’re ready. Each finger stretches you out more than the last. He unhurriedly pumps his fingers, fingers rubbing your walls delightfully. He curls his fingers and brushes against a spot that has you gasping.

“Already doing so well for me,” he murmurs.

His fingers begin to slide faster, rubbing the same spot until you’re moaning his name with shaky legs. You feel your walls grip his fingers, but before anything else happens, Jimin pulls away.

“Sorry, kitten, but I didn’t want you to come just yet,” he smiles, then stands from the couch.

You watch with rapt attention as he strips his lower half. The size of his cock has your eyes widening. It seems too big to fit, and there’s a small part of you that’s scared it’ll hurt.

Jimin senses your worry. “I’ll go slow. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“O-okay,” you agree.

“Good,” he replies, then takes out a condom from his wallet that was on the coffee table, and slides it on. You’re not too surprised he has one with him.

While he does this, you sit up slightly and remove your shirt and bra.

Jimin eyes you, gaze roaming your bare body.

“Fuck, you’re so stunning,” he groans slightly and leans down.

His lips meet yours in a languid kiss, gently parting your lips with his tongue. With his mouth still against yours, he pushes you back down onto the couch.

He settles himself between your legs, adjusting you slightly to accommodate him. Your arms wrap around his neck while he props himself up on either side of your head.

Jimin travels one hand down your chest and massages one of your breasts. You moan into the kiss, arching your back into his hand. He pinches your nipple carefully, causing you to squirm slightly.

Jimin chuckles, pulling away for a small breather, but then he’s on your mouth again.

Though you don’t mind. Jimin’s lips are addicting, and you could easily kiss him for the rest of the day.

His hand moves to your other breasts, groping and pinching while he kisses your lips swollen.

The need between your legs is growing. It almost makes you delirious with how badly you need him inside you.

“Please,” you plea softly against his lips.

He nods, pulls away from the kiss, and glides his hand down your body until it’s on his cock.

Jimin rubs his dick between your folds a couple of times before aligning the tip with your entrance. Ever so gracefully, he’s pushing the head inside, watching the way your pussy stretched for him.

You whimper, tightening your hold.

“Shh, just relax. I just need you to relax and breathe,” Jimin instructs softly.

You nod and do as he says. Jimin pushes in further, gradually inserting more of his length until he’s filled you up with everything he has.

He remains still, murmuring encouraging words and kissing you softly to distract you from any pain you feel.

After a while, you tell him to move. The feeling of his cock gliding against your walls has you seeing stars. The pain from the stretch has left and been replaced with pure pleasure.

Jimin takes his time with you. He’s moving so carefully that you reassure him he can move a little faster. So he does. He increases his speed, but it’s still at a pace that won’t hurt you. Just enough for you to feel more.

“How are you doing?” he asks, breathing heavier than before.

“S-so full,” you mumble. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”

Jimin smiles and pecks your lips. “You feel good, too.”

You grin back. Something in your chest blooms at his praise. You like knowing you’re making him feel just as good as he’s making you feel.

Jimin leans down to place open-mouth kisses against your neck. He continues to rock his hips as he sucks and nips on your skin. His tongue laps against those areas to soothe them before he moves to the next.

After a while, he moves away from your neck and snakes a hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Oh!” you exclaim, head pressing against the cushions roughly. The act makes the knot in your tummy tighter. Your legs begin to shake as your walls contract around his length.

“I-I think I’m close,” you say.

“Just relax and let go, kitten. I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Jimin reassures and increases the movements of his hips and fingers.

You close your eyes, mind zeroing in on the pleasure he’s inflicting on your body. The pleasing stretch of your pussy, the rubbing of his cock against your walls, the quick circles on your clit. It all pushes you over the edge.

Jimin curses under his breath as you climax around him. You’re shuddering under him; his name falling heavenly from your mouth. Jimin can’t last any longer and comes with you, filling the condom with his seed.

You hold onto Jimin as you slowly come down from your high. Sweat coats both your bodies, both breathing heavily from the intensity of it all. After a while, Jimin carefully pulls out.

You whine at the feeling, but Jimin eases you with a few rubs on your thigh.

Jimin leaves to discard the condom in the bathroom. You hear the water running and the sound begins to lull you to sleep. However, just as you’re teetering on the edge, Jimin’s picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

You see he’s drawn a bath for you both.

He slips you in first, then follows suit. He sits behind you while you sit between his legs—back against his chest.

The warm water feels good on your aching muscles. You didn’t even realize how sore you feel until now.

It’s silent for a long time, but just being near Jimin feels nice. He started to massage your body, laying a few kisses here and there as time passes.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” he asks.

“For letting me try new things with you.”

He chuckles. “Well, what did you conclude? Does thigh riding feel good?”

“It did,” you murmur, “but what came after felt better.”

You half expect him to make an egotistical joke, but he doesn’t.

“I agree,” he smiles and pecks your neck.

“Do you feel awkward with me now?” you wonder. The idea of ruining a great friendship just so you could “try things out,” makes your mouth taste sour.

“No, I feel,” he pauses, “I feel closer to you.”

You glance back at him, causing his hands to slowly fall away from your body.

“Closer as friends or,” you trail off.

Jimin smiles shyly, eyes glancing away briefly. You admit that the idea of being with Jimin in a romantic way has crossed your mind before, but you never let it linger. It’s never been something you really wanted. However, you know if you actually sat down and considered it, it’d solidify the idea more. Right now you were fine with being friends.

Though, if the opportunity to be more ever arose…

“Do you like me, Jimin?” you ask.

Jimin’s eyes grow at your question. “Of course I do! This didn’t change anyth—”

“As more than friends?” you clarify.

He’s quiet again. You think you’ll have to ask again, but he finally speaks. “I think I’m starting to feel that way.”

Although you like the response, you wonder if he would feel the same if he hadn’t just had sex with you.

“Was the sex that good?” you tease, trying to get your answer in a discreet way.

Jimin shakes his head instantly. “No—I mean, yes. It was amazing, but I didn’t grow those feelings because of it. I—I started to like you more than a friend a few weeks ago.”

“Oh?” you express, half surprised and half relieved.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair nervously. “It was when you bought all those donuts for that group of high schoolers.”

You laugh and raise your brows. “Seriously?”

He shrugs sheepishly.

“That’s sweet,” you comment and lean back against him. This time, you rub his thighs soothingly. There’s no sexual intent behind your actions, just want to repay for the massage from earlier.

“Would you want to try to be something more?” he asks, hands resting on your sides.

There’s a fear that it won’t work out and your friendship will be over. However, you’ve already done something that could terminate your friendship. You’ve heard of exes staying friends, so maybe you and Jimin could be like that if things didn’t work out.

Jimin is a great guy. He’s caring, thoughtful, and loyal. Plus, he’s handsome and attractive. Even his “red flags” aren’t necessarily evil–unless you consider leaving the toilet seat up evil. There aren’t many reasons to deny him. Again, it’s not that you didn’t like him like that.

So, with a smile on your face, you nod. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“I’m glad to hear,” Jimin says. You can tell by his cheery tone that he’s grinning like you.

“So, maybe next weekend can be our first date as a couple?” he asks. “If that’s too fast, just tell me.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Next weekend sounds perfect.”

Jimin hums, turning you carefully so you’re facing him. Then, he’s pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

You have a feeling you’re going to fall for Park Jimin embarrassingly fast.

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starryslytherin0 · 4 months

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Since it’s MerMay- I wanted to work in a Mermaid AU fanfic. This is what I have so far-❤️

Mermaid!Clora x Sebastian oneshot

‘Mermaids often appear outside the common room window’. At least- that’s what Sebastian’s best friend Ominis told the first years.

But he’d never seen one himself outside of text books.

Sebastian was sat in the common room, practically half asleep over his notes and parchment. So tired he thought he was hallucinating.

There was a girl. Absolutely radiant. Her blonde hair floating around her head like a halo- her porcelain skin practically glowing in the murky depths of the black lake. His breath caught in his throat. He’d always been told mermaids were gorgeous - but that was only the ones in the warmer bodies of water. This one looked straight out of a fairytale.

And she was gazing right at him, her beautiful blue doe eyes sparkling with curiosity.

It was about 2 in the morning- so the common room was deserted, maybe that’s why nobody ever saw mermaids.

He slowly approached the window. The mermaid swam back, startled. Sebastian felt a pang of guilt at scaring the poor girl.

The slytherin pressed his hands to the cool glass, smiling to reassure her. It wasn’t his normal, charming smile: the one that made all the girls swoon. It was genuine, a sweet one.

Tentatively, the mermaid swam back over- close enough that he could see the pale pink flush on her cheeks. He also noticed an adorable mole on her left cheek.

He cleared his throat “uhm- hello there? Can you- uh- understand me?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically, giving him a timid smile. God, that smile would be the death of him.

“Can- can you speak?”

“Y-yeah- I’m still not the best at English though-…so I don’t speak it unless I have it totally accurate.”

“Sounded pretty accurate to me.” He smiled, trying to distract himself from the bubbles leaving her lips as she spoke.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Clora. Clora Clemons. And you?”

“Clora…” He tasted the words on his lips. Merlin- even her name was beautiful. “I’m Sebastian Sallow.”

The girls tail waved enthusiastically underwater as she clapped her hands

“SS and CC! Alliteration!” She grinned. She was absolutely adorable. He was already falling hard for this pretty mermaid and he barely knew her! So, naturally, he had to solve that. They spoke all the way until dawn- which was probably bad for Sebastian’s sleep schedule.

“Hey, Clora- I probably have to start getting ready for classes…I’ll see you tomorrow ok?” He said gently, smiling. Clora nodded enthusiastically, breathing on the window and drawing a little smile in the condensation.

“Meet me at the docks at 3:40, ok?” He smiled, before heading back to his dorm, flopping onto the bed and sighing- thinking about the cute mermaid girl he’d met.

“Sebastian you look terrible.” Said Ominis the next morning. Sebastian wanted to point out the fact he couldn’t see but was too tired to do so.

“Please tell me you didn’t spend all night studying.” He sighed. Sebastian didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to tell Ominis about Clora.

(That’s the end of the fic FOR NOW. Just need to get my procrastination ass to do stuff and start doing editing and getting more ideas coz my brain ain’t braining)

Clora Clemons belongs to @choccy-milky

I adored writing her and I hope I did her justice (so far- she’ll have a bigger role in a while~)

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #clora clemons #fanfiction #mermay 2024 #mermaid au #Im so in love with these characters it scares me #Love The Raven and The Snake #Had to get more SebLora content.

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dedicatednotobsessed · 2 years

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Hi there! Thank you for your works🥰

Can you maybe write something (if you are okay with RPF ofc) where Reader is a new actress who's taking part in season 2 filming and she likes Ewan, and he is nice to her but kinda closed off (bc we all now he likes to keep private). And they go to some kind of party with all cast and crew and she sees him being comfortable and open with Phia, and gets really upset. But in the end, it turns out that they are just friends and he was asking Phia for some advice coz he also likes Reader. Just some angst with fluff pls? 🙏

Of course! I’m glad you enjoy my works and for more HOTD actor/character one shot requests, feel free to submit them through my ask box. 💚

Alys Rivers [Ewan Mitchell x Fem!Reader]

Summary: You got casted as Alys Rivers, also known as Aemond Targaryen’s love interest. As you continue to work with Ewan, you become close with him but you couldn’t help but wonder that he doesn’t really like you because of how closed off he seems from you. However you learn the truth at a party….

You smiled while pushing back a strand of the dark haired wig as they set up the scene on the Harrenhal set. You were a little nervous joining the cast of House of the Dragon, but everyone seemed to be so friendly and welcome you with open arms.

You were playing the role of Alys Rivers, the bastard daughter to Lord Lyonel Strong and the love interest to Prince Aemond Targaryen. You honestly didn’t think you were going to get the role but after reading the book and studying the character, you were confident.

“Hey,” You greeted with a small smile seeing Ewan coming over in his Aemond get up, donned with the black and gold armor from the book and his signature eyepatch.

Ewan returned your smile and looked down. He always seemed to have that nervous little tick and you found it absolutely adorable. He nodded a bit in response and looked over when the director walked over to describe the upcoming scene.

You enjoyed having most of your scenes with Ewan, knowing there were to be more in the upcoming seasons as well. He was a wonderful actor, although he always seemed a bit put off by you. He was friendly, but he rarely spoke around you. You have gotten him to open up a few times and you enjoyed his company though.

“Hey!” You heard a familiar voice call once the director left you and Ewan alone.

You turned and smiled, waving at the sight of Tom and Phia, already dressed as Aegon and Helaena for the day. "Hey, guys!"

"So, I don't know if our cute little Ewan here," Tom began, wrapping an arm around Ewan's shoulders who chuckled. "But we are going out tonight for a little cast party and we would love for you to come. Mainly because you support the Green cause of course."

You giggled, copying Tom by wrapping an arm around Phia. The two of you were close although you had no scenes together. She was always cheery and outgoing and you knew you could count on her if you needed anything.

"Well, I would do anything for the Green cause," You replied with a small smirk.

"Yay!" Phia exclaimed with a giggle passing her lips as she wrapped both of her arms around you. "Let me come and pick you up tonight, okay?"

You smiled and nodded, your eyes wandering over to Ewan, Tom's arm still around him. "Seven sounds good."

Tom smirked and looked up at Ewan as you and Phia walked away for a bit to discuss about tonight. "Are you ever going to open up to her, Mitchell?"

Ewan smiled, letting his eye wander over you while your back was turned before he blew out a breath. "Eventually."

"You are never going to get her if you can't get past small talk," He teased and laughed when Ewan pushed him.

"Shut up," Ewan replied laughing before he let out a breath, looking back over to you with furrowed brows.

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“Do I look okay?”

Phia looked over as she fixed her blue top with a small smile. "You look beautiful as always," She replied before tilting her head. "You look a little nervous, trying to impress anyone?" She asked with a slightly taunting tone to her voice.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn't help the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. "I'm not trying to impress anyone," You replied a bit sheepishly while you looked back in the mirror to fix your hair.

Phia smirked lightly and let out a small hum. "Whatever you say, Y/N."

You looked over at her noticing the knowing look she had on her features. You thought you were good when it came to hiding your feelings for Ewan, although you couldn't help but think he doesn't really like you. The two of you were the only ones that seemed to be oblivious to each other's feelings, not even realizing that Tom and Phia were trying to play matchmaker.

"Come on," You said taking your jacket with a small laugh. "We're going to be late."

"You know what they say," Phia began hooking her arm with yours. "Only the best show up fashionably late."

The party seemed lively by the time you and Phia showed up. Your eyes scanned the scene noticing how everyone was mingling although the butterflies erupted in your stomach as soon as you saw Ewan standing with Tom. Ewan always had that effect on you.

Phia smirked as she looked over you noticing where your eyes were wandering. "Why don't we go and say hi to the boys?" She offered, nudging you a bit.

You snapped back into reality while you looked back at your friend. You smiled and shook your head. "I'm going to go get a drink. Do you want anything?"

Phia slowly nodded with a small smile. "I'm okay. Go and get a drink then we'll meet up."

You nodded while blowing out a breath as you watched her make her way over to the boys. You couldn't help but furrow your brows at the way Ewan's face lit up when Phia walked over and pulled her into a hug. He seemed so happy with her. You shook off the nerves and took a deep breath while heading over to the bar to get yourself a margarita.

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As the night went on, you stayed in a corner a bit quiet. You were shy around everyone even if they accepted you with open arms. You couldn’t help but keep looking over at Ewan who seemed deep in conversation with Phia. Of course they were comfortable with each other, having worked together on the last season. You were new and still getting to know everyone.

“Everything okay?”

You jumped slightly seeing Tom next to you. “Oh my god, you scared me.”

Tom chuckled while wrapping an arm around you. “I’m like a ninja,” He said with a wink before sighing softly. “You just looked lonely, love. Besides, you won’t stop looking at Ewan all night.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and looked down with furrowed brows. “Is it that obvious?”

“Very,” Tom replied with a small smile. “You think you hide the looks you give him but it’s so very obvious.” He laughed when your cheeks became redder. “Why don’t you go and talk to him?”

“Because.” You groaned a bit. “It’s not easy to just talk to someone that you have feelings for.”

“Oh, come on. You two are going to have a bedroom scene together. Why not practice now?” He teased and laughed when you hit his chest. “I mean, you never know his feelings until you talk to him.”

You frowned a bit. “But, him and Phia clearly seem comfortable with each other.”

Tom chuckled a bit at the slight tone of jealousy in your voice. “Just go and give it a shot, Y/N.”

You sighed looking up at the blonde man before slowly nodding. You began to walk over with Tom, smiling at the two.

“You can do it,” You heard Phia whisper to Ewan causing you to furrow your brows.

Ewan let out a nervous sigh while looking over at you. “Y/N…I was wondering….” He began looking down at his hands. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me. I just…I really like you and I want to get to know you better….” He began to ramble looking back up at you.

You smiled lightly, finding his rambling to be adorable. You nodded while taking his hands in yours. “I would love to,” You said feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.

Ewan returned your smile. “Great! How about…next Saturday at seven?”

“Sounds like a date,” You replied and giggled when Phia and Tom erupted in cheers. You couldn’t help but blush wondering what this could lead to between you and your costar.

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laylanatorseventeen · 1 year

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OK, so exactly noone asked for this but I have been reading a LOT of bioshock fanfiction lately and I think there are some real gems on ao3 that I’d like to bring attention to. So here they are, mixed with some more obviously popular ones---

Bioshock fic recs GO!!!!

ONE SHOTS--

--Found Is Lost and Lost Is Found by thewickedkat-- “What if there had been a Little Sister who hadn’t wanted to be rescued?” REALLY GOOD, but heed the trigger warnings in the tags!!!

--results, not causes by cheloniidae “Diane doesn’t need a pretty face to fight in the war.”

--they shake the mountains when they dance by coricomile-- “Around her, the splicers scream.”

--Just Put (Me) To Work by rataplani-- “A tribute to the nameless protagonists of the Protector Trials.”

--Chasing Shadows by cloudeme-- “ She is the first Big Sister, and will probably be the last. She knows she's different, but she doesn't care. She does her job... and hates.”

MULTICHAPTER--

-hey mister, don’t I know you? by presidenthomewrecker -- COMPLETE-- the one where Anna Culpepper runs Fort Frolic when you come through!!! a really great story that I really enjoyed. this author in general is worth checking out, they’ve written more than one awesome fic!!

-The Closing of Watchful Eyes by FOzziliZ3d-- COMPLETE-- “In which Mark Meltzer is saved by Subject Delta in Dionysus Park.”

-lay her i’ th’ earth by poppywine-- COMPLETE-- “ And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil—By telling the truth. Tell truth and shame the devil.” Jasmine Jolene haunts Ryan’s bitch ass and it’s wonderful.

-Watch Over Me by cakeisatruth-- COMPLETE-- “ Little Sisters can be cured in a matter of seconds, but it takes far longer for one to overcome everything she's been brainwashed to believe.” A really good fic from the perspective of a recovering Little Sister!! I especially love this fic.

-Bei Mir Bist Du Sheon by poppywine-- WIP-- “ Brigid Tenenbaum has put the worst of Rapture behind her. That's the good news. The bad news is that a part of it is now standing on her porch.” As stated, this fic is still in progress, but the writing is wonderful, and I’m really excited to see where it goes!!

-With Friends Like These.... by gummysharksupremacy --WIP--- this one is actually about remorseful!Bad End Jack which I found intriguing from the start!! Basically he wakes up after the events of the game and is trying to make his way out of Rapture. Has some Infinite/BAS elements but I havent played either of those and it didn’t hinder my enjoyment of the fic. Honestly can be enjoyed as a standalone and is a really awesome fic!!

-Atonement for Bygone Sins by foorocks10-- WIP-- “Delta wakes in the ashes of failure. In the ashes of Rapture.Babylon has fallen. And yet Sophia Lamb seeks to build something greater and more terrible from Rapture's ashes.” I actually just discovered this one the other day!!

-Here Comes the Sun by Riddle_of_the_sphinx --WIP-- “There are others I must help before this city drowns..... or, basically Delta decides that he’s going to save as many people as he can so they can see the sun.” This fic actually had me laughing out loud, Delta has such a sassy inner commentary. I’m excited to see where this one goes, as well!!

-There Is No Rapture by necroticboop-- WIP-- this fic is basically a fleshing out of Brigid Tenenbaum’s whole backstory and it is SOOOO GOOD omg. If you like Brigid please read this story and give the author some feedback because it is SO. GOOD.

-Underwater Eden by jadrea-- WIP-- “It is much to his surprise that Augustus Sinclair finds he's alive.” This one’s got MAPS and stuff like those really good fantasy books from middle school. Promising, I must say, LOL.

-The Prodigal Son by malice-and-macarons-- WIP--”Atlas wakes up.Death, he thinks, would have been kinder.” I think this one is actually pretty popular amongst the Bioshock fanbase (small as it may be) but just in case you havent seen it, here it is!!

Final note: I know we all love the instant gratification of already completed fic, and don’t like waiting for updates (I know, me too!) but I encourage anyone looking for something to read to give the WIP’s a try, and leave nice comments for the authors if you enjoyed the story! It’s hard to write when you feel like noone cares. If you want content, you have to validate the content creators!!

All the fics on this list are awesome, and thanks to all the creators for producing and sharing these stories!!

#bioshock #bioshock fanfiction #fic recs #idk if ANYONE will care about this #but i have been reading a LOT of bioshock fanfic #the fandom is not dead!!! we got shooters out here yall!!!#so i just wanted to bring some attention to some awesome fics if i could #especially the wips #because seriously!!! we have to encourage the content we want to see!!!

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Hi!

Can I please ask for a social media au (not sure if it's the right one for this idea, so you can do it however you want it) with whichever era of Seb Vettel where the reader is a best-selling author and she is freaking out on twitter or other social media platforms after watching an interview with Seb after a race. An interviewer asks him what his favourite book is after catching him reading one, and he casually shows hers while stating that it was one of the best books he's ever read and that she was his favourite writer and a very beautiful and talented woman. All of her fans that also follow f1 are going crazy and shipping the two of them, since they know very well of her undying love for him, so they team up with the f1 fans to get them to finally meet after one of his races in the same country where she was doing a book meet-and-greet.

Sorry if this is too long but it's been in my head for a while and I really liked the idea of maybe the red bull team (if you want to write that era of him) surprising him with the reader after he won the race and his reaction going viral.

Thank you so much!! 💝

HIIII! i had such a lovely time writing this <3 i wasn't taking requests but i loved this one too much, and i might js open requests coz i have so much fun writing prompts 🤭 i did a mix of a regular fic and smau fic!! im so sorry if this isnt what you wanted, but i tried my best! this is my first time writing an smau fic so i hope i did well :)) for the interviewing part i was little unsure on how i should make the layout + questions so hopefully they were good enough 😭 i dont know too much abt seb's rbr era [as a new-ish f1 fan], so hopefully i did well. i think i did mix up a few stuff, i forgot to add a few parts and im so sorry for that 😭 also so sorry if i took too long to get to this request! i loved how detailed this was coz it really helped me get a better view on what i was doing!! i did add more things coz i had an idea in my notes and decided to put them together! and never be sorry, i think this is a lovely idea. thank you for this request!! also sorry if you accidentaly saw me post this, it was an accident 😓 i hope everyone reading this has a lovely day, and just know i'm proud of you for whatever you've done today <3 the fic became too long so i have to split it into two parts 😞

part one

part two [coming soon]

#📼 — vee's mail ★#sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel x yn #sv5 #sv5 x you #sv5 x reader #sv5 x yn

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Bugust. Day 12. Candles (Buggy x OC). Coz she looooves candles. Fun, sadness, memories.

"Cotton candy, I'm home. Brought your favorite wine." Buggy slammed the door shut. "You got a package from your sister."

There was silence.

"Cotton candy, are you home?"

Silence.

"Catherine?" Buggy's face changed. "Shit! No! No! Did I do something wrong again?" He opened the closet to check her things. "Fuck, thank God. Her denim jackets are here. She didn't leave me."

Buggy looked into the kitchen, but Catherine wasn't there. He opened the bedroom door and saw her sitting on the bed, fiddling with a teddy bear figurine under the lilacs.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Buggy asked with a little concern in his voice. "I've been calling you."

"My little bear!" Catherine quickly wiped her eyes and tried to smile. "I didn't hear you come back. I was deep in my book."

"Were you crying? Did I do something, huh? Tell me what I did." Buggy sat down on the bed and took her hand.

"What? No! I swear I was reading a book, it was just sad and reminded me of my parents." Catherine put the figurine on the nightstand, knelt down closer to Buggy, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Everything is fine. Better tell me how was your day? Did you miss me?"

"Meh, as usual. Richie ate one of the sandwiches you wrapped for me. I went to check on him, and that furry sack ate my sandwich."

"Don't say that! I adore Richie. See, he loves the way I masterfully turn two slices of bread and butter into a sandwich." Catherine started stroking Buggy's hair. "I'm sorry you got a lousy cook, my love." She pecked his cheek. "But I can make you mac and cheese. Do you want? Just give me 10 minutes."

"Nah, let's order pizza." Buggy kissed Catherine's temple. "Oh, by the way. You have a package from Jules." He held out a small box to her. "I guess the delivery guy left it at the door."

"Let's see what's in it!" Catherine shook the box near her ear and started to open it. "Fuck! I completely forgot!" She pulled a candle out of the wrapping paper.

"Forgot what?" Buggy looked at her with interest.

"You know, when we were little, my parents, my sister and I used to have Mitchell Family Candle Nights."

"Mitchell Family Candle Nights? Are you serious?" Buggy laughed. "Sounds like you were a positive cartoon family. Didn't you hum a song when you made the candles? Didn't the animals of the forest come to help you?"

"Don't laugh, jerk!" Catherine punched him in the shoulder. "Yeah! We'd sit down in the living room or kitchen and make candles for each other. Each one had a different scent, and we'd write wishes for each other, put it in a box with the candle, and give it to each other. The candles were always a mess, but we loved it." Catherine twirled the gift in her hands. "After my parents died, Jules and I kept making these little happy ones for each other. I totally forgot to make mine this year. Shit!" Catherine became visibly upset.

"Hey, Cathie-pie, there's a note in there." Buggy pulled a small card out of the box and placed it in her hands.

"Oh, thanks. Let's read what it says." Catherine opened the card, ran her eyes over the lines and laughed. "Hah! Listen. "My beloved sister, I suspect you've been blown away by love so much that you've forgotten about our Candle Night. But I haven't forgotten, you little brat. I swear, you force me to come and visit you. That's why I'm sending you a blue candle to match the hair color of the one you left me for. It's my first warning to you! Okay, just kidding. Be happy with your clown, Cath. Love you!" Catherine sniffed the candle. "It smells like lavender. I like it! I'll go to the store tomorrow and buy everything I need and make her the candle. I don't want her to think I've forgotten our family traditions. Or mom and dad."

Buggy took the candle in one hand, and put his another arm around Catherine's waist. "That explains a lot now." He muttered to himself. "You know. Let's order a pizza, open your wine and light this stupid candle."

"Really?" Catherine smiled broadly.

"Like I have a chance to tell you no?" Buggy rolled his eyes. "You keep lighting them on fire anyway. Also.. About tomorrow.. Can I go to the store with you?"

Catherine smiled even more, clenched her hands into fists and stared at Buggy.

"Oh, no, that look! I know what's about to happen!" He split into pieces and stormed out of the bedroom. "No, no, no!! Back off, woman!"

"Wait!!! Buggy Bear!!! I just wanted to give you a hug" Catherine rushed after him. "Wa-a-a-ait!!"

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x oc #oc fanfiction #oc character #buggy the clown x oc #buggy live action #one piece live action #buggy one piece #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction #buggy fic #buggy x catherine #one piece au #modern au #one piece modern au #one piece x oc #bugust

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