#impulsive ass duo

[twildflower]

[praeluxius]

Impulse

male reader x hanni & danielle of newjeans

5.8k words - it's quick and it's messy masterlist here

thank you @gangplanksorenji for inspiring

Another fucking day. Another fucking problem.

You have half a mind to throw the phone onto the floor, and it's all thanks to her. She refuses to make this easy for either of you—fighting tooth and nail for everything she can get. You're just happy there’s no kids involved.

The two of you never got that far.

Even getting married is a regret. You punch the toilet stall door in frustration before dropping your phone back into your pocket.

And to make things worse, admin just can't get your schedule right. So you have another hour to burn away and waste before the next set of students, who want to be there just as little as you do, spill through the door to your lecture hall.

You make your way back inside. Maybe you can waste some time grading papers.

"Girls? What are you two still doing here?" you ask as you close the lecture hall door behind you.

Danielle is the first to answer. "Well, we noticed you left your stuff behind, so we wanted to keep an eye on it for you."

"And well, you left in such a hurry, we want to make sure you are okay." Hanni follows up, approaching you with a concerned look on her face.

"Well thank you girls, but that's not necessary. Don't you have classes to get to?" You dismiss them. Even if it is a lie, you're not going to bore them with your home troubles. How do you tell anyone, more so your students, that your wife is busy banging her personal trainer?

"No sir, we're free for a whole hour now. And I don't know about Dani here, but I'm hoping to use this time for some hard studying."

Hanni's leaning on your desk as you're scooping up some papers into your bag. She has one hand placed on the back of the other, planted on the edge of the desk, and she's leaning forward. Add to that how she has conveniently not managed to fasten the top three buttons of her blouse and you have quite the sight. Dani is a couple of steps behind her, slowly making her way forward. You can see that she, too, is in no great rush to fully button her shirt.

"Well, I'm sure you girls know where the library is, now if you'll excuse me—"

"I really hope you don't mind, professor, but…" She shoots a quick glance back at Dani's over her shoulder and winks at her. "My best friend over here has some trouble understanding the material. Perhaps you wouldn't mind giving her a hand?"

"Yeah, sir, I really need it." Dani is pressing herself against Hanni, chest to back, and resting her chin on her shoulder. "Your material is really... hard." Hanni giggles a little at her friend and sways her ass back into her best friend, encouraging a giggle of her own. Both girls seem to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

These two sweet things are painted in mischief, with their hands around each other, framing themselves as the duo that could keep you happy and fulfilled with round after round of stress-relieving sex.

Stop it. You can't do this.

"Ladies..." You begin to protest.

"We would be ever so grateful to you, sir. Isn't that right, Hanni?"

"So grateful."

"And believe me, we are very willing to learn." Dani slips her hand down Hanni's front, tucking it into the opening of her shirt. It's brazen and shameless. You shouldn't be watching, but you can't seem to pry your eyes away from what's happening. What's more, you can feel your cock swelling up at the sight of it.

"Ladies. I'm a professional and I would never—"

"Then why are you always staring, professor?" Hanni confronts you. "When I sit at the front and I catch you looking at my legs. And then I open them a little, and pull up my skirt for you..."

"You like her legs, professor?" Dani continues the barrage, pulling up the hem of Hanni's skirt. "You like to stare at them?"

"He always stares at them, and he thinks I don't notice." Hanni giggles softly.

"And I bet he goes home and thinks about your legs when he—"

"Girls. Enough." Your face is burning up and you know they see it.

"It's okay professor, I like it. I'm sure we have had some very similar thoughts about each other, actually." Hanni lowers her tone and you shift in place, tugging at your collar. When did it get this hot in here? She keeps talking, telling you: "When I go home and I lie on my bed, I lift up my skirt and spread my legs. I just wish you were over me. Pinning me down and—"

"Stop."

Dani can't hold back her gentle laughter. "What's wrong sir? You seem so stressed recently. I think this is—we are—exactly what you need." There's a soft whine in her voice, one that's cooing at you—enticing you.

Hanni starts to move and Dani slips away from her, freeing her from her grasp. Hanni puts one knee up on the desk between you, and then the other, and perches herself on it. It's enthralling for a multitude of reasons, but if anything, it's the sweet and eager smile on her face that's most alluring. Her soft voice gets your heart beating hard, "I don't want my favourite teacher to be stressed. You can do anything you like to me. Anything you want." You glance down at her and it might be those big brown eyes, or how she tucks a lock of her long hair behind her ear waiting for your answer, but you start to concede to the reality. Then your eyes fall. Further and further to that gap between her half-open blouse. She says please and her words take on a life of their own, fluttering right to your stiffening cock.

You want this. Maybe even need this.

"Miss Pham..." You trail off in failed protest. Dani rounds the table until she is stood by your side, she places a hand on your shoulder, which her face barely reaches. Her other hand brushes over your waist then to your belt and she wraps a finger around it, gently tugging you closer and saying, "so sir, how can we help relieve your stress?"

Fuck. Fuck it.

You reach out for Hanni, placing your hand on her cheek and she melts into your touch. You pull her to you and it's almost magnetic as you feel her lips pressing into yours and her tits pressing into your chest.

Kiss her. Kiss her slowly, and while it might look like she's innocent, deep down her lips are beginning to soak with desire, and you're kissing that into her. Her hands start to grab at your blazer, pulling herself closer to you and she lets out a moan into your mouth, and you return by brushing your tongue onto hers.

You run hands down her sides. She's so feminine and her body is trim and fit, small but plump in the right places. Further you touch until you’re going over her hips and to her ass. You tease her with a light rub before you grip firm at her soft, bare skin. She breaks the kiss as you do that, her breathy whine lets you know you're doing something right.

"Professor..." Hanni whispers to you, with lust on her tongue and in her eyes.

"Yes professor," Dani encourages. "She likes that. I like that."

Dani shifts behind you, pressing her lithe frame against you and wrapping her arms around your torso. She brings her hands down to your belt, clumsily trying to unbuckle it. Hanni slips her hands over your shoulders and tugs at your blazer. You shrug it off and then you slip off your tie, holding it in your hand.

Hanni whispers, "I have been naughty professor, staring at your cock during class." She brings her hand behind her ass, burying her fingers into the flesh. "Would you like to spank me?"

You bring your tie up to Hanni's neck, wrapping it around once, and then holding both ends in one hand. You twist the fabric around your fist, tightening the grip until you have full control of her. You pull your hand out the side, and Hanni fumbles and slides on the desk, knocking papers onto the floor. You have her where you want her—on all fours, side on, with her ass in the air.

You flip up her skirt, revealing her plump ass. The fabric of her panties pulled taut between her full cheeks. The skin begs to be marked.

Dani begs you to mark it. "Spank her sir," Dani whispers. "She's so bad. She needs a good spanking."

"Yes. I deserve it. Spank me, sir." Hanni hangs her head, submitting herself.

You pull tight on the tie, gently choking her, and then raise your other hand over her ass. You bring it down hard with a loud smack and Hanni hisses in pain. You only care to watch how the supple flesh gives way to your strike.

"Sir, I... I just—" Hanni loses her voice as you bring your hand down hard onto her again, giving her what Dani so eagerly begs for you to do. You lift your hand and deliver three hard, spanking strikes. Each time your hand comes crashing down on her ass, you pull on the tie and her body reels forward, and her hands scramble for purchase.

"Sir. I'm sorry. I was being naughty. Please, hurt me." With each hit, she apologises. But it's Dani's whimpered gasps that leave a warm stirring in your cock. This is getting her off as much as you. With all that bottled frustration inside you, the way Hanni writhes, and the eagerness from Dani, you really feel some kind of relief here. You give Hanni one more heavy spank, forcing an erotic whine of satisfaction from her that sends a twinge into your groin.

For all her fumbling, Dani finally springs your cock free from your underwear. She stays behind you, reaching her hands around to grab it. Her nimble fingers wrap around your stiff cock. As Hanni struggles to recover, you loosen the tie and Dani tries pumping up and down your shaft, stuttering in her awkward grip, and though somewhat sloppy, her youthful eagerness works its charm. And when Dani's delicate and feminine laughter tickles your ear with how much she's enjoying your cock, well, how can you complain?

You gently back away from the desk, pulling slightly at the tie like a leash and encouraging Hanni to follow you. You tug her upwards until she is back on her feet and then you lean into her ear, whispering, "on your knees."

She breaks out a soft whine, like a scolded dog being denied a toy. She shoots you back that puppy-dog expression, "but sir..." and you pull gently again on the tie. She drops to her knees, between you and the desk. "Well done. Good girls deserve rewards." You praise Hanni's obedience, but that grin on her lips means there is something deceitful buried in that submission.

Dani realises what's about to happen, stops rubbing your cock and steps to your side. She keeps one hand on it, guiding it as you step forward. Hanni's mouth falls open and her tongue wets her lips in anticipation.

Dani plays with your length against Hanni's lips. She rubs the tip of it up and down along the wet surface of her tongue. Hanni's nostrils flare and a warm breath flies over your wet tip as she gasps. She opens wide, waiting.

Dani hesitates, asking, "sir, I can't stop playing with it, it's so nice. May I lick it?"

"Let her lick it, sir," Hanni begs, keeping her mouth open, her pink tongue poking out. She adds: "Please."

"Let me taste your cock." Dani pleads and you nod to her, eyes sparkle, and her soft-painted lips part into a sweet smile.

Your tip rests tantalisingly against Hanni's lower lip. Her tongue occasionally brushes against it. Dani has dropped to her knees, leading with her tongue, and lapping a warm wet heat against your base and over your balls. Your tip pulses against the entrance of Hanni's mouth and you can feel the warm breath flowing over you again and again. Her breathing gets heavier, watching Dani work at your balls.

Hanni brings her lips together into a kiss, right on the tip. Another breathy kiss on the head, and then she drags her tongue along her lips, sticking it out and gliding her wet tongue along the underside of your stiff cock. You can't wait any longer. You push slightly and Dani realises, ducking out of the way so you can drive between Hanni's plump lips.

Both your hands find back of Hanni's head, your fingers getting knotted in her locks and your palms resting on her, and you slowly, gently, push her down on you.

You find a rhythm with your hips, slowly pumping into her lips. She relaxes into you, and she sucks and she laps her tongue against you. Dani watches in amazement. "How does she feel, professor?"

You grunt with satisfaction, affirming your pleasure with a moan and then Dani breaks back out into laughter, "I think she likes it too. Don't you Hanni?" Hanni nods as your slide in and out of her, but she never breaks the seal on your cock.

Dani continues teasing her friend, saying, "I think she likes sucking on it, I've always wanted to suck on professor's cock. I'm so jealous." Dani pulls open the buttons of her shirt. There's no bra underneath, and her perky little breasts are perfect. She slips her hand into her shirt to cup one of her little mounds. She brings two fingers into her mouth too, imitating Hanni. She wets two fingers with her lips and she then runs them over her plump nipple. Hanni hums around your cock, picking up on the encouragement.

"Dani." You grunt. For all your hesitation earlier, you're fully invested now and ready to bark your commands to your two playthings. "Get on my desk, spread for me." You add, "now." It's Hanni who flutters her eyes and pants a breathy moan around you, sounding her approval to your command. Dani, under your authority, obeys without question. She stands, climbs onto your table and perches her ass right in the centre and brings the heels of her feet up to the edge of the desk, either side of Hanni.

Dani pulls open her shirt, letting it fall off her shoulders. Revealing maybe the tightest body you've ever seen. Her button-up shirts usually did a good job of covering how slender her body was, but there had been times before—times when she probably did it on purpose—when she had worn a tight shirt that showed you a little more. That's how you always knew she had a slutty little waist. But seeing it bare, now? In all its toned glory? It's enough to drive you insane. Then your eyes hit her cute, dainty tits. Her nipples, as perky as her personality.

"Do you like my tits, professor?" Dani asks. You don't answer, just shifting your eyesight between the lust her body calls for and your cock sliding into Hanni's throat. Dani protests your distraction and she cups her tiny tits and pinches her pointed nipples. "Hey. I'm showing you, sir, look."

Again, no words for her. Just keep indulging. Keep savouring it. Slide in and out. Fuck Hanni's mouth until her throat can't take any more.

Dani pouts and she leans back. She spreads her legs open, hiking her skirt up to show you those black panties, and then her fingers rub across the fabric. She demands your attention. She has it, of course, but the silence is a game. A power play you can't help. But she is getting frustrated, pushing the fabric of her underwear to one side and slipping her fingers against herself.

Her pussy is pretty and pink. Small, tight and nestled between her spread thighs. She pulls open her wet lips, and her chest heaves and she asks, "what about my pussy, professor? My tight little cunt?" Dani speaks to you in that bratty, spoiled tone, desperate for your attention.

Hanni slips her lips off you with a pop. She's desperately chasing her breath, gasping for air. She wraps her hand around your slick, shiny cock. The glistening is her own work. You catch her looking up at you, her mascara is a little runny—a wet splash of black around her eyes—and her hair sticks to her damp skin. Her eyes pierce right into your soul, and you can tell how pleased she is that you want her like this. She gently strokes your length. "He wants you Dani, I can see it in his eyes."

Dani brings up her other hand, sinking a finger inside herself. "I want his cock. I want your long hard cock professor. Inside me. Please. Please, use my little cunt."

You glance down at Hanni. Do you make her feel less special now? You have a hard time pulling yourself from her; you'd love to cum all over her face but Dani demands your attention. The thought that this tight little pussy might finally satiate your frustrations and longing gets the better of you. You bring a hand under Hanni’s chin and guide her to her feet, letting your tie hang loose around her neck. 

"I want you to watch. If you're good for me," you plant a soft kiss on Hanni's cheek, "then, after, I'll let you ride my cock."

"You promise?" Hanni gives you a wide-eyed and hopeful look.

You smile at her without a word, stepping past her and towards the spread and waiting Danielle. You place your hands on the inside of her thighs and you have to break out a smile when you feel her flesh burning under your touch. You pull her to the edge of the table until her ass is on the edge, and her body is ready for the taking.

You can't resist the feeling as you rub the swollen end of your cock between her folds. She whimpers, pushing her head back with each pass. "Professor." She whimpers. "Teach me. Teach me how to be a good little toy. I know my grades are bad but I'm gonna do better if you fill me with that big, hard cock of yours."

She's tighter than you ever could have imagined. Just the head and she's wincing. You groan back a similar whimper when the hot, clenching little cunt embraces the tip of your cock.

"Sir, I think you're too big for her." Hanni runs a hand through your hair.

"No!" Danielle refutes, instantly. "I can take it. I want it." She locks her stare with you, her defiance against her friend behind those watery eyes. Dani draws her bottom lip into her mouth as you draw deeper into her.

"How's it feel Dani?" Hanni asks, leaning over the desk by her side, before planting a few kisses to her exposed shoulders.

"Stretch—" Dani groans, struggling.

"Stretched by professor's big, hard dick." Hanni finishes the thought for her.

"Yeah," Dani manages as you push deeper.

Hanni is right there and is just too much to resist, bent over the desk with her skirt still pushed to her hips. Her red, swollen ass is on display. You can't even try to stop yourself. The glowing flesh taunting you.

You grab and you squeeze at her ass, digging your fingers into the wounded flesh. As Hanni is encouraging Dani, whispering soft words into her ear, you take a moment to spank her one more time. One heavy-handed slap against her ass and Hanni spits a grunt into Dani's ear.

There's not even a flinch as Dani's focus is on one thing only—you slowly fucking her tight cunt. You're driving your hips into her slowly, going deeper each time. Dani can't hold it in anymore, her soft mewling moans erupt into deeper, lustier vocalisations. Every gyration of her hips has a new feeling flowing into your cock. Hanni's hand snakes between the pair of you, finding her little clit and poking at it.

Dani collapses back against the desk and Hanni over her, tasting her body with soft kisses. It's back to her you shift your focus, slip her underwear off and let it fall to her ankles. You run your hand again over her stained flesh, this time driving towards her pussy as you do. That welcoming gap at the top of her thighs invites your fingers in. She is soaked. So beautifully aroused for you, and eager for the experience.

"Tell me how wet you are."

"Sir, I'm so wet," Hanni replies, punctuated by another giggle. "So wet for you, sir." She twists her head up and you run a finger over her pink slit, dipping the fingertip in and retrieving more wetness. She pushes back against your finger, desperate for you. So you curl two fingers into her and push deep into her heat.

"Yes. Fuck, yes." Hanni whimpers. A soft whine against Dani's skin.

With two girls beneath you now, them both whimpering in desperation, you pick up the pace and fuck harder into Dani. She braces her hands behind her against the table, hanging on. With the impact of your body crashing into her, her body shakes on the desk. Your thrusts cause Hanni's body to react too, you feel her pussy pulsing around your fingers and her soft whimpers slip into short, gasping breaths.

Your pelvis slaps into Dani's thighs over and over, and her legs tremble against you. Her elbows buckle. She fights a long and hard battle, but she's failing. "Sir. I'm gonna—" She can't even finish what she wants to say before her toes curl, her chest heaves, and she begins to tremble.

Hanni tells you the obvious between her hitched breaths, "she's cumming sir. Fuck, sir. You made Dani cum."

Dani lets go, she whimpers and moans with no shame and her body rides the wave of bliss. You slow and turn your attention to Hanni, breaking out your fingers. She quickly slips her hand behind and takes your fingers in hers, sliding them into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around them. You smile at her deviously. She smiles that innocent face back at you.

After a pause, Dani still squirming and spent beneath you, Hanni breaks from sucking on your fingers. "Can I ride your cock now, Sir?" She's so sweetly, sincerely, asking you for your permission.

Your tie still hangs loose over Hanni's neck, you reach for it and pull it taut once again. You step back, drawing your length out of Danielle and stepping back toward your chair. You're pulling Hanni along, giving her an answer unspoken. Hanni doesn't need any more persuasion than that. You tug slightly and she scrambles to her feet. As you're sitting, you give the tie another quick jerk, a playful little gesture and she tumbles to her knees once again.

"Sir..." she whispers, her eyes dark with a growing lust and burning hot with the rising urges. Hanni crawls towards you, stopping when she finds your thighs. Without hesitation, her fingers find your length. "I spent so many lectures watching you sitting here, just wishing I could play with your cock." She runs her hand up and down your length. You groan softly in response, encouraging her. "I would sit and stare. Did you ever notice?"

You smirk and think back. The thing is that you could never really tell. She was always staring as you taught, but it was never obvious that she was actually listening. Hanni never took notes; maybe the innocence in you just assumed she had a great memory. But the truth is so much more salacious than that. To think—to know—that all along this is what she had on her dirty little mind? Well, it's thrilling.

"Maybe," you play coy.

"These weeks have been excruciating. How could you make my pussy throb, and just ask me to sit and take notes? My hand was trembling and shaking, holding my pen, as I tried to come up with answers to your questions. The entire time I just kept hoping that you would drag me up here and have your way with me. You should have..." All the while she's been talking and unbuttoning her top fully then shrugging it off.

Hanni presses her chest forward against your shaft as she's perched over you, teasing you with the friction of her bra. "Hanni, all those short skirts you wore. Did you know that sometimes when I sat here I could see underneath them?" You can play this game too.

"Oh professor..." she giggles softly. "Do you know how wrong it is to look at your students like that?" For all this teasing on you checking her out, she still persists in undressing, unclasping her bra behind her and letting it fall to reveal her soft mounds. "Shame on you, professor." Hanni feigns a look of disgust that slowly melts into a beaming smile.

She strokes your length again, this time rubbing the tip of your cock, still stained in Dani's cum, against her nipples. "Do you remember last week, sir? When I had to get up and leave. I went to the bathroom and..." Hanni trails off, a little embarrassed. Your focus slips away and onto her delicate body, her perfect perky tits, and her gentle swaying movements as she pushes against you.

"You couldn't hold it in anymore. Could you Hanni?" She purses her lips and shakes her head slowly. "Tell me what you did."

"I ran into the bathroom, and slammed the stall door behind me." She guides your cock down between the soft pillows of her breasts. "And I leaned against the wall and slipped my hand inside my skirt and panties. And the throbbing was unbearable..." Hanni closes her eyes, moaning to herself as she tries to relive the moment in her mind. "I thought about you. Thought about doing this and..." she squeezes her breasts together, "and I came right there."

Dani slips off the table and comes towards you, perching on the arm of the chair. "She's not the only one, sir. Just last night I thought about you as I fucked my pillow." While Dani feeds you her fantasies, Hanni is still playing with your cock between her tits. It doesn't look like she ever wants to stop.

"Did you?" The slight hitch in your voice makes Dani's smile sparkle.

"Yes sir, and we're not the only girls who—"

Hanni shushes Dani with a quick scorn, and whatever confession she was about to make, Hanni stops her, "that's private Dani, don't go spoiling it for her."

Danielle laughs softly to herself. "Right, girls like secrets. Sorry, Sir, we can't say any more, but we will make it up to you, won't we Hanni?"

Hanni nods eagerly as she climbs up onto her feet. Danielle reaches over and pushes Hanni's skirt from her hips, leaving her finally, fully bare in front of you. You take a moment to admire while you can. You could bathe in the memory of Hanni, naked and brimming with desire.

It is the beauty of Hanni's body, yes, but even more, it's her gaze when she catches you admiring the sight. Such raw, unfiltered joy shines through her eyes. That is what gets you. The sweet, simple, pleasure she is enjoying is on display.

She steps over you and climbs onto your lap. She places both hands on your chest and leans into you. For a second you forget how to breathe; her face mere inches away from yours and those big, soulful eyes so dangerously deep. She kisses you softly, tender and careful. You're completely engulfed. Nothing else matters. Not the ungodly amount of work you have to do later tonight. Not tomorrow's damn tedious seminar session. Your focus now is Hanni and what she's about to do.

"Professor," she hums so sweetly in your ear, "I've been thinking about you all week. How much I want to ride your cock. Do you know how much I want it?" You slide your hands around her small, soft waist, grasping at the smooth surface of her back.

She holds your cock in one hand as she rises up on her knees, nestling herself over you. She looks you in the eye as she lowers onto you. You look back. You want to know what her reaction will be when you enter her. That is worth the wait.

There's that soft gasp. Tender. Breathless. Almost speechless.

"How does that feel?" Dani asks you, leaning into your ear, and kissing at the skin.

You go to speak. Your voice croaks and falters as Hanni begins to roll her hips into you. Soft, almost imperceptibly light bounces at first. You correct your voice, "fuck, perfect."

"Does my pussy feel good, professor?" Hanni's fucking you slowly, and you respond to her question by gripping tightly around her waist and pushing up hard into her. She holds your gaze as she begins to up her tempo. Flesh on flesh, clapping as you crash into each other. Hanni takes your hands in her own, guiding them to her breasts, placing her fingers on yours and gently squeezing her soft tits.

Dani is biting at your ear from behind, her hands running down over your body as she whispers into your ear, "do you like her tits professor?" Dani pulls your shirt open and her delicate fingers roll over your nipples. "They look so nice to touch. To grab. How do they feel?"

Warmth spills over you. You’re sitting there, letting Hanni—little innocent thing—ride you like an animal. Your cock feels snug inside her, tightly clenching around you. Dani is kissing at your neck and shoulders and Hanni is playing her little games.

"This is even better than I imagined, professor, but my legs..." She sucks in air through her teeth, struggling to continue as you penetrate her. "My legs need a rest. Will you put me on the desk?" Her soft voice, still so innocent despite what she's doing, somehow only thickens the lust.

You nod. You have no more words. Wrapping your hands around Hanni, you carry her, on your cock to the desk. Hanni slips back onto the desk and lets her head fall backwards. Eyes glued closed in total bliss. She mutters through a heaving breath, "you're fucking me. Fuck." Like she can't believe it's real.

You hook her legs, bringing them over your shoulders, resting the heels on you as you use the leverage to pump against her.

"Professor," Hanni's hands are tightly gripped onto your forearms, "are you going to cum inside me?" She opens her eyes just enough to let you know she's watching your response, a smile turning up the sides of her lips.

"Yeah." Dani can't help adding from your side, again touching your body. "Cum inside her professor. I think she needs it bad. Don't you?" Dani tilts her head at Hanni, questioning her.

"Yes. Give it to me professor." Her reply, direct, assured and daring, leaves no room for question.

Hanni's back arches and she groans again, this time with more hunger in her voice. "Please, professor. I want to feel you."

Your orgasm begins to stir inside you. Still, you restrain yourself, continuing to thrust into Hanni as she closes her eyes, pouting her lips and writhing under your control. It's the most magnificent thing to watch, how this once delicate and unassuming young woman is now transformed by lust.

"Look at me Hanni," you command her. Hanni's eyes slip open and meet yours. She whines softly as you drive into her. "I'm going to fucking cum inside you." You can hardly believe the words falling from your lips as you give Hanni the tainted energy of your thoughts.

Dani clings to your shoulder, encouraging you. "Don't stop professor. Please cum inside her."

It's at that point you have to wonder how long these two have been conspiring about this. All to culminate in this moment. This moment that fast approaches, about to crash into you in your inevitable—but long-awaited—release. Your breathing hikes, reaching a pinnacle, and the grip on Hanni's waist tightens. You bury yourself to the hilt as you slow to your final movements.

Hanni runs her hand through the strands of her hair stuck to her forehead. Gripping herself as she feels it inside her. A pleasured smile on her radiating face. You're emptying into her. Everything you have. Your entire fucking self. You're pumping inside her and filling her up. You keep your eyes glued to hers.

"Oh, fuck yes, professor. He's cumming Dani." Hanni throws her head back against the table, shaking and trembling and slowly melting into euphoria. You drop her legs, pressing your hands on either side of her, just trying not to lose balance while waves of pleasure crash around your body.

Dani strokes at your back, caressing your shoulders with her delicate little fingers, giggling with appreciation. "If only you knew how long she has been waiting for you to do that." She gently pulls on your shoulders, drawing you out of Hanni and back towards your chair. Your whole body collapses into the leather.

Dani kneels by your feet, looking up at you, a smile that dances on her lips and delight in her glittering eyes. "Can I clean you off, professor?"

You have nothing left to give. A nod is the only thing you have strength for.

Dani's tongue laps against your cock—hot, wet, and hungry.

Hanni is still coming down from a high. Naked, used and breathless, she rises to her elbows and smiles mischievously.

You look down at Dani. Licking. Cleaning your spent cock. She's careful and caring with her touch and tongue. But the smirk tells it all—she wants to taste as much of you as you can offer. And she wants you hard again, ready to give to her as you did to Hanni.

In that silent understanding, there is another, too. You look back to Hanni, and you know in your gut that this isn't a one-off. Study hard—those were her words. Little studying happened, but there's more than one way to improve a grade. And if these girls want to be in your class next semester, and if you want them, then maybe a little extra credit wouldn't hurt.

Yeah, this is definitely not the end. Not for today, not for a long time.

A/N: Well I managed to cobble this together in just two days, and it's a bit of a throwback to my old style which feels right given it's two years since I first started. This one was just plain porn, but the next fic, folie a deux part 4, will have a lot more character work that I'm excited to share. Thanks for reading <3

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Bikinis On Top (OPLA Bikini Headcannons)

Seeing their bbygrl in a bikini opla headcannons

THis gets a lil RISQUE soooo 18+

Hey youguys i know its been a while lol I've been s swamped with work and Enjoy this in honor of hot girl summer approaching lmao I promise I'm getting back into eh groove of writing!

alos pls excuse spelling errors yall know me lmao

Luffy

-It’s hot and his shirts are open 9 times out of 10 so

-He was a bit stunned to see you with one of Nami's bikini tops adorning your chest with a nice pair of jean shorts.

-Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs

-He's really trying to act normal but you can always tell when those big brown eyes start shifting from your face to your chest. And he always has that goofy grin on his face

-Strongly believe he's the type to impulsively bite them. lmao like literally grab two handfuls and CHOMP.

-He always was more of a boobs guy.

Zoro

-"Where's the rest of your shirt."

-He’s got his eyes skillfully flickering from your chest to your eyes then to you collar bone and again.

-“You don’t like me showing them off?” You question, slipping past him with a smile

-the funny thing is, you’re not talking about your boobs. You’re talking about the bites and hickeys he skillfully placed along them

-crazy how near the end of the day, the only thing the crew can seem to find as a trace of you is the discarded bikini top

Sanji

-He helped you tie it this morning when the sun had first been shining to brightly into your room, heating both of you up.

-personally, Sanji likes it when you wear the full piece, the straps of your bottoms just barely peaking out from the low-rise jeans you've got on.

-He also is one to pull your strings when you're also so the top just falls down to reveal the girls

-Is the type to lift you up out of the pool and set you up to sit on the steps like the goddess you are and just admire.

Usopp

-matching swimsuit set matching swimsuit set matching swimsuit set

-He always likes seeing you in a nice brown or sage green two-piece.

-won't say anything but wow when he sees you and smiles.

-Keep it polite but just know his hugs from behind will always end with him pulling at your bottom straps and letting them snap against your skin.

"USOPP!" You yelp, narrowing your brows at him while you massage the spot.

"Ok ok, i'm sorry mommas" He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the affected area, his large hands massaging the flesh of your thighs.

Nami

-Strictly a bikini gf and wifebeater+swim trunks gf duo lmao

-This can go either way actually. If she feels like a bikini kinda day it's gonna be a bright orange or a pure white with a sunhat and a nice flowy cover-up

-A she can't and won't make it easy for you to keep your hands off her,

-If YOU are in the bikini and she's in the swim trunks she REFUSES to keep her hands off you. She knows her girl looks good asf.

-Expect to have your ass smacked.

Shanks

-Is definitely keeping you on his lap while everyone else is splashing around. It was a pretty chill day and everyone decided hey why not go for a swim

"Can I please get in the water Shanks?" You sigh, pulling the strings of his swim trunks as he smiles and gives a quick "Nuh-uh"

-"Your ass looks too good. Just stay here a little longer hm?" he asks, squeezing your thighs, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

-He doesn't waste time taking you somewhere secluded to pull those bottoms to the side, somehow loving the way your ass looks in those bottoms every time he thrusts

Mihawk

-He personally likes it when you wear one of that cute pinup like 50's monokinis? And some wedges with a bandana. UGH he's gonna be right there with you avoiding the sun under the umbrella (that pale ass skin lmao)

-Will 100% lather you in sunscreen and just paper your shoulder with kisses.

-He's not taking you to eh pool he's taking you to the beach and you're just sitting together, enjoying one another company

-"I'm fucking you within an inch of your life after this." H admits in monotone, skin already starting to darken in a tan

-"Yes splendid." You reply still resting, enjoying the faint heat of the sun.

Buggy

-HAHAAAAAA this man will tear it off and then feel bad and get you another one...just to tear that off too

-is a sucker for the bikinis with anything on the boobs lmao he thinks they look like targets

-I like to think that ocean water is the only thing like that is an issue lmao so it is safe to say he's in the pool every summer, roughhousing with you and the rest of his crew

-I mean just a bunch of fucking kids lmao, macro polo, chicken fight, pretending to be a shark, you name it

-accidentally caused a nip slip tho and yelled for everyone to look away while shielding his girl.

[meangirls-imagines]

Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

[ripdragonbeans]

Can I Move In? // modern!Aemond x Aegon'sBFF!reader

Summary: You and Aegon have been best friends since gods know when. Aemond's always in the background but you've always taken note of him. Maybe moving in with the brothers wouldn't be half bad.

CW: afab reader, second hand embarrassment, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, Aegon being chaotic af, no beta

A/N: This is absolutely so self indulgent. It's just a fun fic. I love the dynamic between Aegon and reader here. What a chaotic duo.

Out of all the Targaryen siblings, the most chaotic and impulsive one was your best friend. You and Aegon were as thick as thieves, pulling off pranks on teachers, doing stupid dares, and living life to the most exciting way you can. You were always bold, never caring about whatever anyone thought about you, calling people out on their bullshit, and being unapologetically you. That's part of what made you and Aegon such wonderful friends. You two thrived on having fun and it was complete joy when you got into the same university. The only downside was that Aegon's little brother, Aemond, got in as well a year later, and moved in with Aegon.

According to Aemond, you guys had too much energy. Unlike Aegon, Aemond preferred the quiet and peaceful kind of atmosphere. With you and Aegon around, however, that kind of atmosphere was non-existent.

"YOU CHEATED!" Aegon yelled across the apartment.

You laughed maniacally as you sprinted into the kitchen. "Oh, get the fuck over yourself!"

Aemond groaned and dropped his head on the counter. The day had barely started and yet he was already at his peak tolerance for you and Aegon."Do you two really have to do this now?" He grumbled.

You skidded to a stop on the other side of the counter and forgot about running away from Aegon. "Why? Is something wrong?" You gave him a smirk. "Get that stick out of your ass and lighten up, Aemond. Besides, it's Saturday. You don't need to be all up in your classwork right now. Chill, dude."

"There wouldn't be a stick if you and Aegon were a little less annoying."

"Awwww, did you hear that, Aeg? He thinks we're annoying." You felt a yank on your hair and turned around to see Aegon smirking. "Fucking hell dude, you didn't have to pull that hard," you grunted.

"That's what you get for cheating in Mario Kart," Aegon countered. He stuck his tongue out at you before he looked at his annoyed brother and rolled his eyes. "He's always annoyed with us. But I think I know a way to make him even more miserable," he suggested with a knowing look.

Aegon's been lowkey coming onto you for years now. He didn't miss the way you've matured. He's always been a tits and ass guy and considered himself lucky for being able to be physically close to you.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend knowing full well he's been trying to get into your pants. "Aeg, no is no but I applaud your effort," you laugh.

Despite being so close to Aegon, you could never see yourself sleeping with him. Aemond, however? He could be an ass but you'd be a fool to ignore how absolutely fine he is. His silver-blond hair was almost always tied up in a bun with a few strands falling down here and there. The dress shirts he wore to classes had the top two buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. What made him hotter? His violet eye paired with a stunning blue fake one.

If Aemond wasn't Aegon's brother you'd be head over heels for him. His stuck up preppy attitude was annoying but you knew it was only because he focused so much on his classwork, something he wanted to excel in and make a future of. His loyalty to the family business was strong and you could tell that it bled to his dedication to his family. You'd be lying if you said that kind of dedication didn't turn you on. And truly, the times you've seen him relaxed and having fun have been beautiful. Aemond was truly beautiful and hot and you wanted more of him but figured it was best to play the annoying best friend of his brother.

Aemond let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his eyes. "Can you two take this somewhere else? I have work to do."

"Well, maybe if you didn't do your work in a communal area that wouldn't be a problem. But fine, I guess Aeg and I can go somewhere else." You grabbed Aegon's hand and took him to his room to continue playing Mario Kart.

~~~

Aegon flopped down on the small couch. "I don't know how I've managed to live with him. He's always been an ass."

You landed next to Aegon and picked up a Switch controller. "You've been able to live with him because you're his brother and you have me as your best friend, Aeg. It's literally that simple," you grinned. "I'm here all the time so I might as well be living with you."

The Nintendo Switch started up and you clicked through to get to the home screen of Mario Kart.

Mario Kaaart eight! Let'sa Goooooo!!! Yahoo!

"Okay, so are you telling me that if you just moved in here permanently everything would be great and Aemond wouldn't have his head up his ass?" Aegon clicked through the characters and landed on Bowser on a bike.

"Of course, Aeg. The only way for it to work was to get Aemond to be okay with it since he, you know, pays for most of this, like the rent, electricity, WiFi, water. All of it, really." you explained.

“Hey, I pay the phone bill!”

“Congrats, you pay one thing.”

The two of you took your time picking out your characters even though you both had your go-to ones. But really both of you were stalling for time.

“You know, Aemond actually isn't bad when you're here. He's still an asshole but he's outside more and not holed up in his room,” Aegon shared.

You ignored the new information Aegon revealed and continued to pick your character. In the end you chose Isabelle from Animal Crossing.

Aegon's eyes darted to your side of the screen. "Isabelle? Really? She's not even part of the Mario universe!"

You rolled your eyes at his Mario purity talk. "Isabelle is the queen of everything and she'll fuck you up, I promise."

"Whatever, let's get this going."

After two rounds, Mushroom Gorge and Moo Moo Meadows, Aegon pressed pause.

"Aeg, what the fuck? I was beating your ass!" you complained. You put the controller down before you started smacking him repeatedly.

"Okay, hear me out. I just had an idea," Aegon grunted as he replaced his switch controller with a pillow to defend himself. "Bunny! Kitten!" he pushed himself lower into the couch.

"Dude, I was gonna win and you pressed pause!" You stopped hitting him and fell back into your spot and pouted at him. "And never call me those names again, too weird." A few beats of silence passed as Aegon recovered from his Mario Kart beating. You looked at him expectantly, "what's this idea that was so important?"

Aegon let out a big sigh, "Please don't hate me, but maybe if you could convince Aemond, he'd let you move in?"

"I understand that logic but… I don't see what you want me to do about it." You hoped he wasn't going to suggest something you'd never do: seduce Aemond.

"Get on his friendly side. I know it's gonna be hard and it's super vague but that's all I got."

"Oh, thank the fucking gods," you released a breath.

Aegon raised an eyebrow. "'Thank the fucking gods?' What did you think I was going to say?"

Heat rushed to your face and you immediately dropped your head in an attempt to hide. You really didn't want to tell Aegon what you thought he was suggesting.

"Come on, kitten. It can't be that bad," he commented.

"I'm gonna fucking stab you," you mumbled.

Aegon scoffed before reaching for his controller. You took the opportunity to settle yourself and reach for yours to start up again.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can choose the course."

You gave him a smile. "Thanks, Aeg. Bowser's Castle so I can rip you a new one."

"Whatever you say, boss. You still gotta tell me what you were saying earlier." He clicked on Bowser's Castle.

Throughout the race you two were neck and neck, constantly trading first and second place. Aegon kept taunting you and pointing out your mistakes and bad turns. You would do the same but he wasn't struggling as much as you were.

"Uh oh, Isabelle, looks like I'm gonna pull a win this time!"

You rolled your eyes at him the best you could while still paying attention to the screen. He was right, he was gonna win and you'd never hear the end of it. Until you decided to drop what you thought earlier timed perfectly with a red shell.

"By the way," you started with a red shell in clutch, "I thought you were going to tell me to fuck Aemond." Red shell released.

"I'm sorry, what?" Aegon immediately turned to you, unwisely forgetting the game. Bowser got hit by the red shell, flipped, and Isabelle took the lead and crossed the finish line.

Securing your third win, you hopped up on the couch and let out an ungodly "I WON, BITCH!"

Aegon, however, was still recovering from your little comment to be upset about your sneaky Mario Kart tactic. "You thought I wanted you to seduce my brother so he'd let you move in?"

Coming down from your high you sat back down.

"And you were embarrassed by it?"

You felt a blush beginning to form. "Yeah, I mean it kinda caught me off guard. My mind just went to the worst case scenario, you know?" You let out a light laugh.

Aegon stared at you. You being flustered was not something that happened frequently. Or at all.

"Oh gods, don't tell me." He pushed down a laugh. He took you by the shoulders to turn towards him. "There's no way. Holy shit." Aegon let out a small laugh this time. "My best friend, my chaotic partner in crime, has a fucking crush on my pain in the ass brother, Aemond?!" He howled with laughter as he let go of your shoulders and toppled back on the couch.

Color was most definitely covering your face now. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon. It's not my fault you Targaryens are attractive," you defended.

Aegon crossed his arms. "Oh, so you think all us Targaryens are attractive? What about me, bunny?" His puppy dog eyes were fixed on you.

"First off, knock off the puppy look. Second, we both know that you just want a quick fuck and that could be really weird for us. Third, keep calling me weird ass pet names and I will absolutely fucking tear you apart."

"You'd tear me apart? Hm, maybe I'll keep doing it then." He laughed and knocked your shoulder with his while you scrunched your nose in disgust. "Okay, fine, I'll stop. Still boosts my ego to know you find me attractive though."

"Great, just what I wanted to do," you rolled your eyes and gave him a smile. "So, all I need to do is be friendly with Aemond, right?"

"Yeah, you could that. Or you can try to seduce him and maybe even fuck him," Aegon wiggled his eyebrows.

You gave a huff. "Fine. I'll do it, but what happens happens. As in I'm not telling you what I plan on doing."

"That's fine by me, just don't be too weird." He gave you a wink. "One last race to finish it out and then you can start your seduction on my brother."

"Fine. And don't call it that."

"Oh, and it's my pick now so I choose, drum roll please," he rolled his tongue and banged on the table. "Rainbow Road!"

The last race was not as successful for either of you. Bowser and Isabelle were constantly going off the sides. Terrible turns, very unlucky power ups, getting hit by bullet bills. It was a train wreck. Finally, you two finished the race.

You were the first to talk. "Well, that was shit," you laughed.

"At least we both placed overall," Aegon added.

You both put away the controllers before you strided over to the mini fridge and grabbed a beer for yourself and him.

"What's your plan to take Aemond's heart?" Aegon asked as he cracked open a cold one.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "That's for me to know and for you to maybe find out."

~~~~~~~

You gave it two hours before putting your plan into motion. Granted, you didn't really have a plan but you were always an improv girl. Aegon was back at his PC setup playing something call Balder's Gate 3. It was something about finding a group of people to travel the world and kill a bunch of creatures, or something like that.

You went to the mirror to primp yourself for Aemond. That meant changing clothes to something slightly more revealing, doing your hair a bit, and applying some light makeup.

You walked up to Aegon and gave him a little twirl. "Do I look seductive enough?"

His mouth dropped as he took you in. "All this time you kept those kinds of clothes in here and you never told me?"

You were wearing a low cut v neck blouse paired with a short, fluttery, floral skirt that gave a wonderful view of your ass if you bent down correctly. It emphasized your assets, your tits and ass.

"Well, yeah. They're emergency date clothes. I have other stuff here but I figured this would be better."

"Damn straight it's better." He was practically drooling.

"Close your mouth and go work on fucking that green chick in your game."

"Excuse you, her name is Lae'zel."

"Cool, bud. I'm gonna head out, wish me luck."

"Just don't be too loud, I can still hear things from my room."

You rolled your eyes at his comment and headed out the door. Right before you opened it to leave Aegon decided to yell.

"BYE, BUDDY, HOPE YOU FUCK MY BROTHER!"

You made a point to flip him off before slamming the door shut and making your way to the living room.

Unsurprisingly, Aemond was still at the kitchen counter working on his most recent project. The only difference is that there was now an empty coffee mug next to him. You didn't want to reveal yourself to him just yet so you leaned on the wall and watched him work.

You were immediately drawn to his hands, typing with precision and speed. You've always loved the way he worked. With his head bowed slightly to be closer to the screen and the hard concentration in his eyes it was no surprise he caught your eye. You've tried to make your advances known, granted in very subtle ways so Aegon wouldn't have any blackmail information, but they all seemed to have failed. This time would be different, though. This time you were actually committed to going through with this. Aemond was going to notice you whether he liked it or not.

He rarely let anything take his focus away but you wanted to be the person who does. Straightening your clothes you walked past him, hiking up your skirt just the smallest amount. You leaned over the counter so your blouse dropped the tiniest bit.

“Hey, Aemond,” you said in your sweetest voice.

He didn't look up.

“I'm really sorry about me and Aegon being loud. Mario Kart is competitive and brings out the worst in us.”

The apology Aemond lifted his eye to you. He was obviously still very annoyed but his interest has been piqued. He hummed in response.

“Aemond, I said I'm sorry. Please say something?” You gave him an obviously forced pouty face.

“You're apologizing for being too loud? You've been too loud here for years and just now you're saying sorry?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Yeah, sure, I accept.” He went back to his work.

“That's it?” You straightened up, completely forgetting about the seduction mission, and popped your hand on your hip “‘I accept’? That's the best you can do?” Aemond was being an ass.

“What do you mean? What do you want me to say?” he shrugged.

“I want you to say ‘thank you for the apology, maybe we should start over’.”

“Start over? There's nothing to start over. You've been Aegon's best friend for years and I'm the annoying younger brother.”

You could hear a tint of bitterness in his words. Aemond was always there but he was right, he was just the annoying younger brother that you ignored. You never did anything with him. Until now.

Aemond began to get up and gather his things but you stopped him.

“What if I want to start over, what if I want to get to know you or something?”

He looked at you with curiosity but the look was gone as soon as it appeared.

Aemond took three strides to go around the island to face you. He trapped you between him and the counter and leaned forward so that you two were just a breath away. His breath was warm on your lips when he spoke.

“Then do it.” He released you and walked away, gathering the rest of his things, and left for his room.

You stood there confused as to what just happened. You were supposed to seduce him, not be challenged by him. Granted, it did make you a little excited but it was not what you expected. You knew that seducing him would take more than one try but that didn't look like the case. It seemed like your initial plan had taken a turn to actually get to know him.

You walked back to Aegon’s room only to find his face on his keyboard.

“Um, Aegon, you okay, bud?”

He mumbled his response to his keyboard.

“I didn't quite hear that,” you said as you moved to sit on his bed.

Aegon lifted up his head and instead of responding he screamed.

“Gods, Aegon! What was that?!”

“I died! My whole party fucking died and my last save was like an hour ago!” He covered his face with his hands.

“I'm sure you're going to be fine.” You started to strip to change to your regular clothes.

“No, I'm not! I have to level up again, get to Last Light Inn without my party getting cursed and -” he stopped when he turned to face you. “You're naked.”

“I'm not naked, Aeg. I still have my bra on,” you said as you pulled your joggers on. “Besides, it doesn't matter. I've changed clothes in front of you before, this isn't weird.” You pulled on your sweatshirt.

“I mean I'm never opposed to you changing when I'm around, I was just in the middle of telling you something very important and your incredibly attractive self distracted me.”

“Not my fault you find me attractive, Aeg,” you winked. “You were saying something about having to level up again?” You sat down on the bed.

“Yeah, stuff like that,” he waved it off. “I need you to tell me how it went in the kitchen. I didn't hear any yelling, but you're in my room and not his.”

“Why would I be in his room?”

“You know, fucking him? Like the plan?”

“I never said the plan was to fuck him, I never even told you my plan.”

“Sure, sure.”

You rolled your eyes at his dismissal.

“I think I need to revise the plan,” you thought out loud.

“Really? I couldn't tell with the lack of you being in Aemond's room,” Aegon said while he rebooted the game.

“Oh, shut up I'm gonna tell you stuff.” You took a deep breath. “I told him I wanted to start over, like maybe become friends but he basically said he wouldn't unless I put in the effort, which makes sense, but it caught me off guard. He never even looked at my tits or ass.”

There was a beat of silence before Aegon urged you to continue.

“His exact words were ‘then do it.’”

Aegon's eyes widened. “Oh shit, he's serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he's actually giving you a chance to get close to him.”

You flopped backwards on the bed letting Aegon's words wash over you. Aemond was willing to have some kind of friendship or relationship and that itself was big. You always knew him to be standoffish, preferring to be by himself instead of around others but you were wondering now if it was just because he was scared.

“Ever since our nephew took his eye he's been alone, you know?” Aegon said in the silence.

You knew the whole relationship between them and their nephews was a complicated one. It was already odd with them being so close in age and then their family drama on top of that made it rough. There was enough of that before the accident.

“Aemond still holds it against him, hell I do, too. But he really got the bad end of it. His whole life turned miserable thanks to one stupid kid,” he continued.

You could hear the strain in Aegon’s voice. Even for him the accident was hard to talk about. The thought of losing an eye now freaked you out but losing an eye as a kid? That was unimaginable.

“So Aemond's just lonely?” You asked.

“That's one way to put it. He thinks he's an outcast. Never thought anyone would want him in any way. I mean there was that one chick that fucked him over real good. That relationship made him close up even more; unhealthy in all ways and that's coming from me. We didn't even know about it until it ended. Hell, he closed himself off to me, Helaena, and our mom.”

“I never pegged you and Aemond as being the closest of brothers, Aeg.”

“We know that we're all that we have. Me, Aemond, and Helaena. We don't take that lightly.”

“You guys have me; you know that.”

“I know, but it's different.”

Silence fell upon you two again as your mind wandered back to Aemond. Apparently he's already been in a relationship but it fucked him over so badly that he pulled away from his family? That sounded like too much. Aemond was never really willing to put himself out there but he went for a relationship anyway? A secret one? You wouldn't be surprised if he was still hurting, no matter how long ago it was.

Taking a deep breath you pulled yourself back up to a sitting position. “I think I'm just gonna try to include him more. That'd make him happy, right?”

“You can try but it'll take him a while. Your goal, sorry, our goal, is gonna be a while. As long as he doesn't have that stick up his ass all the time I'm chill with that.”

You nodded your head out of habit, even if Aegon couldn't see it.

“Can I crash here tonight? You dumped a lot of info on me and I don't really want to move anymore.”

“‘Course,” Aegon paused and you heard his smile in his next word. “Bunny.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him. “I know it's early but I'm gonna crash right now anyway. Or at least settle down.”

“You do you, I'm playing my game.”

You chuckled as you made yourself comfortable on Aegon’s couch. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to spend the night so everything was fine. Everything except your racing thoughts. All you could think about was Aemond. You never thought he'd have all this sadness inside him but you just learned that there was. You turned over to hug one of the extra pillows and held it close as you sleep took you.

~~~~

You woke up the next morning to Aegon's snoring feeling. As you stretched your arms out you couldn't help but think about your next steps. After a few minutes of thinking you decided there would be no next steps, at least not official, planned out stept. You'd take it naturally, no rush. You quietly got up, making sure not to wake Aegon, as you left the room and headed towards the kitchen.

You were expecting Aemond to be there, knowing he was an early riser, and part of you was excited but the other was apprehensive. Either way you steeled your nerves and walked in.

The smell of coffee and fresh bread engulfed you, making your mouth salivate and your stomach growl.

“Morning,” came a lazy drawl.

It was Aemond. He was already working on his laptop on the kitchen island.

“Morning, Aemond.”

He looked up in surprise. “Oh, it's you. Thought you went home after yesterday.”

“I thought about it but I was really tired and didn't feel like putting in the energy to go back.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgement before going back to his work. He had a rugged look to him, despite being up and awake. After yesterday, there was more of a pull towards him than usual. You always found Aemond attractive, even when he was working. This morning was no different. His hair was in a messy bun with strands loose around his face.

Though he wasn't looking, you gave him an awkward tight-lipped smile and nodded your head as you went to pour your coffee. No words were exchanged between you two. All that could be heard was Aemond's typing and the occasional click of a mug being set on the island. You leaned on the counter across from him and held your mug, taking in the warmth. It calmed you, letting you settle down before breaking the silence.

“So, what's your plans today, Aemond?” You asked him.

“Just working, as usual,” he said without looking up. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking we could hang out or something?”

Aemond straightened up to look at you. “You want to hang out? Don't you need to spend time with Aegon?”

“I don't have to spend time with him, I choose to. And now I'm asking you if you want to.”

He cocked his head in curiosity.

You took a few steps closer so you were right on the other side of the island. You locked eyes with him and leaned over. “Look, you told me if I wanted a friendship with you then I'd have to step up and do it. This is me doing it.” You stepped back to the counter as if nothing happened. “If it makes you feel better it can be the three of us hanging out,” you shrugged.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Yeah - I mean no - I mean no Aegon. We can chill. I still have to finish up some work so maybe in a few hours?”

“Yeah, I'll tell Aeg I'll be avoiding him today.” You give him a small smirk before turning on your heel and heading back to Aegon's room.

Just as expected, Aegon was still asleep. You didn't wake him, there was no rush. Aemond still had work to do and you had to sort through your…feelings. It was a quick exchange with Aemond but it was a little more intense than you expected. You didn't even realize how hard you were gripping your mug until you got back to Aegon’s room. Last night all you could think of was how close Aemond was to you when he leaned in. You could have pulled him into a kiss right then and there if you were thinking enough at the time but Aemond caused your brain to short circuit.

Chugging the rest of the coffee, you sat down on the couch and pulled up Animal Crossing on the Switch. You figured a little relaxing time with your island, The Red Keep, would do you some good.

After about an hour of Animal Crossing, Aegon finally woke up.

“So progress has been made,” you began as Aegon slowly made his way out of bed. “I’m hanging out with Aemond today.”

Aegon looked at you with sleepy eyes. “You?”

“Yeah. I offered to invite you if it made him feel a little better so it wouldn't be too awkward but he didn't want you dampening the mood.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Anyway, I think we're just gonna hang out here. If he wants to go out I guess we will but I don't know where.”

“Look at you, going on a date with Aemond and being clueless. Ugh, you two are gonna be so cute,” he mocked.

You flipped him off as you got up and pulled out some extra clothes; black ripped jeans, a black crop top, and a dark red leather jacket paired off with your combat boots.

“So, how'd I look?” You asked Aegon.

“You look normal to me,” he shrugged. “Definitely the same vibes as Aemond. Don't get me wrong, he can be preppy as fuck, but the dude has a lot of punkish stuff.”

“I mean, I guess I've noticed it.” You thought about all the times Aemond wore his black leather jacket and how damn attractive he looked.

“Uh huh, sure,” he waved you off. “But now that I think about it, you two are kinda the same. You're way more fun than him. You have the same drive, even though you try to hide it but I get it, you have a reputation to protect as the troublemaker’s best friend.” He winked at you before turning back to his PC. “Anyway, I’m gonna spend the day finishing off the Thorm siblings so you have fun.”

“Thanks, Aeg,” you gave him a small smile. His dedication to his video games would always be something that you found endearing. Not only that, but he's always been a good friend to you and knew you the best. With that, you left Aegon’s room and headed to the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, Aemond was already there with no laptop or book nearby. He let his hair down for the day and, like you, was dressed in all black but without a pop of color. Absolutely hot as hell.

Shaking off your thoughts, you approached him. “I see we’re both dressed for a funeral. Maybe we’ll spend the day at a cemetery?” you joked.

Aemond looked at you with a bored face. “That's all you have? A cemetery joke?”

“Relax, I'm just trying to lighten the mood.” You bumped his shoulder against his. Looking up at him you could see the ghost of a smile. “Wanna go anywhere or just hang here?”

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “There's actually a place I want to check out. It's this ice cream shop called Winterfell and I've heard some nice things about it.”

“An ice cream shop?” You were taken back by his choice but was excited nonetheless. “Sure! We'll bring some back to Hel and Aeg if we can.”

“Yeah, cool.” A true smile, though small, graced his features.

“It's actually not that far of a walk if you don't mind it. I know it's a bit cold but it's not freezing.”

“I could use some fresh air so walking is fine by me.”

Aemond began to walk towards the front door but abruptly stopped. You bumped into him, losing your balance.. He turned around to catch you and you found yourself looking into his eyes. He smiled at you with a bundle of emotions but you couldn't figure out which ones. It was a mix of them; happiness, relief, thankfulness, kindness, excitement.

“Thanks for catching me. Guess I should be paying more attention, huh?” You laughed it off quietly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he whispered back.

His eyes never left yours and for a brief moment it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

Aemond coughed, breaking the silence and quickly removed his hands from you and opened the door.

“Ladies first, as always.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir.”

He blushed at the comment and turned away to hide it but you didn't miss it. You smiled to yourself, proud of making him flustered.

A gust of wind welcomed you as you stepped out of the doorway. For most, the chill would cause them to curl inwards but you embraced it. The wind wasn't sharp and uncomfortable but rather welcoming like a gulp of refreshing water.

You stood there for a moment basking in the wind when you heard the door lock behind you and appeared by your side. Aemond's hands were buried deep in his pockets as if trying to keep them away from you. He held himself close, tight as a board. The two of you walked together in a comfortable silence. Soon the weather became colder and you ended up gravitating towards each other in a search for warmth.

“So, ice cream? You still want that?” You asked him, breaking the silence.

“Already made it this far, might as well keep going,” he smirked. “They have other stuff if you're too cold for ice cream.”

“I'm never too cold for ice cream,” you proclaimed, only to be cut off by a gust of wind that caused your teeth to clatter.

You tucked your hands in as much as you could and found yourself bumping into him. Aemond bumped you back playfully, a small smile gracing his lips. When you looked at him after being bumped back for the third time you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was when he would smile. It was as though the weight of the world left his shoulders; there was a kind of peacefulness to him.

You bumped him back again but when he retaliated you weren't prepared. He hit you slightly harder than before. Losing your balance, you found yourself heading towards the sidewalk. You couldn't get your hands out of your pockets quick enough so you mentally prepared for your face to smack the ground. Right as you closed your eyes to brace the fall, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Hands still awkwardly in your pockets, you twisted your neck to look at your savior, Aemond.

“Sorry about that.” He coughed to break the awkwardness as he steadied you back on your feet.

“Don't worry, it was just me falling for you,” you joked.

You tried to laugh it off, even pulling your hands out of your pockets to playfully hit his chest, but even you sounded unconvincing. Your laughter died as you noticed some more color on Aemond's cheeks.

“I mean, you know,” you stuttered, “it was more of me falling because of you but that's just semantics.” You laughed a bit more. “For, because, does it really matter?”

Aemond simply looked at you with wide eyes as he still held onto you tight.

You looked down, just realizing that he still had you in his arms, but made no love to leave. Even in the cold and through his leather jacket you could feel his warmth on your hands. There was that pull towards him again, wanting to bring him closer to you, to be closer.

Once again the two of you were simply caught up in one another, content with just being there. It wasn't until Aemond broke eye contact and looked around briefly that the moment ended.

“I think we're here,” he whispered.

You slowly removed your hands from his chest and moved out of his embrace to look around. On the roof of a cozy brick building was an image of a wolf eating ice cream on top of the name of the shop, Winterfell. The rim of the roof was lined with icicle shaped lights, giving it a permanent winter vibe.

Upon entering the shop, the two of you were welcomed by the sweet smells of vanilla and waffle cones. The simple scents brought a warmth that flooded your very being. On one side of the room was a grand display of ice cream and other desserts. The other side had cozy booths for customers to hang out and enjoy their treats. Looking up at Aemond you could tell that he found a sort of comfort as well. A content smile graced his face as he took it all in.

“Hey! Welcome to Winterfell, where it's always winter here!” Boomed voice from the cash register. He was scruffy but had a jolly face. “All of our ice cream is right up here, and we have a lot, so take your time!”

Together you went up to the display of colorful ice cream. You made sure to examine each flavor carefully, focusing on the labels that said what was in each ice cream. Out of all the flavors you finally landed on a s'mores flavored one; vanilla ice cream with marshmallow fluff, chocolate chips, and Graham crackers bits. After you paid for your waffle bowl you turned towards the booths only to find Aemond already halfway done with his vanilla bean waffle bowl. You were so enthralled by the ice cream picking process that you didn't even realize that Aemond had his five minutes ago.

“Why didn't you tell me you already picked yours?” You asked as you settled into the seat opposite of him. “If I had known you were already eating I would've sped up my process.”

“You seemed very invested, I didn't want to interrupt,” he said seriously. He held your stare for a beat before breaking into a smile. “Really, it's okay.”

“But now I have to rush so you don't sit here waiting for me.” You threw your hands up in exasperation.

“It's okay, we can chill here.”

You snorted at the pun. “Heh, chill.”

Aemond rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his ice cream. “I've been wanting to ask,” he started. “Why the sudden ‘let’s hang out’ and ‘let’s start over?’”

“Honestly? I wanted to get to know you. You've constantly been around my life and I figured it would be cool to invite you in a little more,” you shrugged. “Okay, that and Aegon thought if we got closer you'd be less of an ass.”

“That sounds about right for Aegon. But, um, thanks for reaching out to me a bit.”

You could tell Aemond was uncomfortable but thankful all the same. He never really had any friends, never had anyone to do these kinds of things with so this was all kind of new to him.

You reached over the table to place your hand on top of his. “We’re friends, Aemond.”

“Yeah, friends.”

~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, you and Aemond grew closer and closer. On days when Aegon was too busy with Baldur's Gate 3 - he kept making new saves - you would hang out with Aemond. Some days it was walking to Winterfell, sometimes he would help you study, and other times it would just be you two in the same room doing your own thing but enjoying the presence of the other. Looks were shared between you two that some would consider longing or loving but neither of your acted on them. There were stolen moments of peace every time you hung out with him. Subtle touches that could be interpreted as something more. But the first time you kissed his cheek is when everything began snowball into something more.

You were struggling in a philosophy class at uni and it was showing. Not only was your grade falling but your attitude wasn't the best because you were having shit grades.

Sitting at the kitchen island you smushed your face against your textbook and groaned. “This is impossible!”

“Aw, come on, kitten, it can't be that bad,” Aemond said as he walked in. He held a mug full of hot chocolate and set it down next to you.

“Don't ask me why, but you calling me kitten is nowhere near as terrible as Aegon calling me that.”

“It's because I'm special,” he winked.

You lifted your head off your book and looked at Aemond with those puppy dog eyes you pull off so well.

“Help me, please?” You pouted.

“No need for the look, of course I'll help you.”

Aemond pulled up a chair and sat next to you. You loved it when he was this close and was glad you had the excuse of a philosophy class problem to be with him. You never forgot the plan you had with Aegon but it stopped being that and turned into a genuine desire for friendship, and more, with Aemond. There was no more end goal to move in, just a goal to stay in their life as long as possible. But moving in would be a great perk as well.

Aemond's hair cascaded down his back. When he leaned forward to get a closer look at the book and your work it fell just past his face. You couldn't help but smile at the focus he had on your work. He always took classwork seriously, even if it wasn't his. Even with his hair blocking your view you could see the intensity in his eye.

“Your problem is your reasoning right here.” Aemond circled a sentence with the cursor. “You're playing into a false dilemma fallacy that anyone, if they're paying close attention, can debunk in a minute. Just because these are the most obvious results doesn't mean they're the only ones. There are more answers and you can find them but you have to look. Using the false dilemma fallacy makes your reader, your professor, feel childish. Of course the outcome isn't obvious but it isn't just these two options, either.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I'm just exhausted right now.” You reached for the mug of hot chocolate. “I've been working on classwork for the last few hours and I'm spent. Not all of us are like you, Aemond.”

“It's a skill that can be learned; you'll get there, kitten.”

“Thanks, Aems. You should go so I can focus.”

“Wow, didn't know I had that kind of effect on you, kitten. Kinda makes me want to stay.” A mischievous smile graced his lips as he leaned forward.

You leaned forward to meet him, drawn in by his stupid, yet attractive, smirk. Aemond’s eye darted to your mouth before meeting your eyes. He was giving you an out but you didn't want it. You've wanted him, always wanted him, and now was your chance. You were about to close the distance when you panicked at the last second and moved to kiss his cheek instead.

You pulled back as soon as you could and stuck your head in your work and coughed. “Didn't know you could be as much of a flirt as Aegon,” you laughed awkwardly.

Aemond stepped back, embarrassed. “Yeah, I, um…yeah. I'll leave you to your work then come back and check on you, yeah?”

He left without waiting for a response. When you heard his door close you released your breath.

You and Aemond almost kissed. Almost. But you freaked out and moved to kiss his cheek instead. It was so close, something you've been dreaming about for years, even though you wouldn't admit it, almost happened. Running your hands through your hair you made a plan. It was a stupid plan but it was a plan nonetheless. You'd get Aemond, or at least you'd tell him how you feel. It would just have to be in your style.

~~~~~~

“Hey, wanna have a go at Mario Kart?” You asked him. Today was a relaxing one. You, Aemond, and Aegon were all together in the living room doing your own thing but you were getting restless.

“Mario Kart?” Aemond raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. “You and Aegon turn into complete maniacs.”

You pulled out his nickname. “Aw, come on, Aems!”

“Yeah, Aems,” Aegon snickered.

“Oh, shut up, Aeggy,” Aemond threw back.

“She doesn't even call me that! It's Aeg”

You watched the two bicker in amusement. They may not always have been super close but since you reached out to Aemond their relationship has gotten stronger. They joked around more, even if the insults were still harsh, but it was better than it was before. Aegon even noted it was like how they were when they were younger.

“The three of us can't even play together, we only have two controls,” Aemond argued.

Aegon started to say something but you cut him off quickly. “Okay, fine. A tournament then. You and Aegon play first and whoever wins has to play me.”

Aegon and Aemond grumbled but gave in to the terms.

You watched as they chose their characters. They were certainly…choices. Aegon chose Donkey Kong, which made sense. Crazy and chaotic, much like himself. Then Aemond chose Bowser. On one hand it took you by surprise but on the other it also made sense. After the last few weeks you've learned that Aemond wishes for control, something he's never really had. Aemond in a position of power was something to think about. Quiet and reserved as he could be, you could only imagine what it would be like to be completely at his mercy. Under him, pushed up against a wall, or even his hand at your throat or -

“Every single race is gonna be one of the rainbow roads or any of the harder ones! No skimping out with fucking moo moo meadows this time!” Aegon pulled you out of your thoughts.

Aemond and Aegon were neck and neck the entire time. One race Aemond would win then the other Aegon would win, it was a constant back and forth. The first round of races ended up in a tie, resulting in a second round tie breaker. You rolled your eyes as the brothers hurled insults at and tried to distract each other.

“You drive like an asshole!” Aegon yelled.

“Gotta be an asshole to win, brother,” Aemond quipped.

“Don't you dare use that fucking blue shell or I swear - FUCK!”

The blue shell whizzed past four drivers between Donkey Kong and Bowser, zig zagging through the course until it caught up to Donkey Kong, effectively throwing him up into the air and stunning him for a second. In those precious moments Bowser sped past but Aegon was quick to recover. The two were bumping each other, trying to get the other to fall off the side of the course. But Aegon had one last trick up his sleeve to win the race.

“Hey, Aemond, I think our friend here has a little crush on you,” he said with a smirk.

Aemond lost his concentration and immediately snapped his eyes to you. Aegon seized the moment and raced past a slowed down Bowser to claim his win.

Aegon threw his fist in the air in triumph. “Ha! I win, loser! Okay, come on, next round it's you and m - oh.”

You barely heard Aegon and his shouts over the ringing in your ears. All you could do was look at Aemond. He looked at you with eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“Um…I think I should go,” you whispered. You dropped your eyes to the ground and dashed out of the room in two strides. Closing the door, you leaned against the wall and buried your face in your hands. There weren't any tears but you could feel the embarrassment tighten your chest. You were about to get up and leave when you heard hurried talking from the room you just left.

“You fucking idiot, did you really want to win so badly that you'd make her fucking leave?” Aemond asked.

“Yes and no. Neither of you were going to make a move so I decided to speed things up. You two are hopeless.”

You straighted up at that comment. Aegon was implying that Aemond felt something more than just friendship with you but you couldn't wrap your mind around it. You wouldn't let yourself. Letting yourself believe that meant being vulnerable. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Aemond, if you would please give me and Aegon the room that would be wonderful.” You said stiffly, your glare never leaving Aegon.

“Yeah, sure.” Aemond made it out of the room in three quick strides, closing the door behind him.

You waited a few seconds to make sure that he wasn't around.

Aegon made himself small on the couch, trying to sink into it.

“Hey, kitten, listen I -”

“Don't. Call. Me. Fucking. Kitten.”

“Okay, okay. Noted, noted, noted. Good stuff - ahem - you're not mad, right?”

“Oh, Aegon.” You took a few steps closer to tower over him. “I'm not mad, I'm fucking pissed.”

“But it was part of our plan!”

“Aegon, our plan changed weeks ago when I started really falling for him!”

Aegon looked at you in awe before breaking into a shit eating grin.

“IT HAPPENED!” He pointed at you and laughed. “I've been waiting for years for you to fall for Aemond. I mean, I know you've liked him for years but it's hitting you hard now. Dude’s been pining over you for a long ass time and now he's actually gonna get some.” He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

“Shut up, Aegon.” You blushed. “I need to tell you something anyway.” You took a seat next to him. “Aemond and I almost kissed.”

“You what?!”

“We almost kissed! I chickened out at the last second and turned to kiss his cheek instead.”

“Gods, you're an idiot. I bet he leaned in first?”

“...maybe. I didn't know he could be as cocky as you.” You relaxed into the couch. “I was gonna be the one to tell him I had feelings until you decided to take shit into your own hands just so you could win a Mario Kart race!” You covered your face with a pillow and screamed.

“You good, kitten?”

“Don't fucking call me that, Aeg. And yeah, sure I'm okay. I just gotta -” you screamed into the pillow again. “Okay, I'm good now.”

“Go talk to him, I bet he's flustered as fuck right now, which I wish I could see.”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, guess I should.” Getting up from the couch you steeled your nerves, preparing yourself for anything. “Wish me luck.” And you stepped out of the room.

You walked down the hallway to Aemond’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, Aems? Can we talk?”

The door opened and you found yourself looking up at the guy you've been fighting feelings for for years. You looked him in the eye, not wanting to back down out of fear of rejection. But when you looked at him you saw the same. He looked scared, despite hearing his friend wants something more. Just like him.

“So, about what Aegon said, I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you myself and -”

Aemond crashed his lips to yours. Instantly you kissed him back. His arms snaked around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you trying to get closer. Eventually you pulled away, breathless.

“I guess that answers my question then,” you smiled.

“And what would that be?” Aemond pressed his forehead against yours.

“Wanna give us a shot?” You kissed his cheek.

“Oh, hell yes.” He pulled you into a searing kiss, taking you into his room and kicking the door closed.

Everything was perfect. You two fit so well together, as though you were made for each other. He held you tight, as though you would disappear any moment. You swiped your tongue across his lip, asking for entrance and you swear you've never heard anything as sexy as the moan that slipped his mouth.

He gladly complied, tongues fighting for dominance. It was messy and wonderful. Aemond’s hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you. All you could feel was him, all of him. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and pulled at his hair, making him groan again.

“Holy fuck, I've wanted this for so long,” he said when he broke the kiss.

“Me, too, babe.”

Aemond smiled before dragging you to his bed and climbed on top of you. “All of it?”

“All of you. I want all of you, Aemond.”

As soon as the words left your lips he attacked your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses behind. He found a particular spot on top of your pulse point that had you arching your back and begging for more. Aemond’s hands roamed up your sides before slipping under your shirt and cupping your bra.

“Aemond, please,” you groaned.

“What is it, kitten?” He smirked as he started rubbing circles over your nipples through your bra.

“More please. I need you to - fuck!”

He finally slipped his hands underneath the cups, grasping your tits and pinching both sensitive nubs. Pressure began building up in your core.

And you couldn't get enough of it.

You followed Aemond’s actions and dragges your hands underneath his shirt. He moaned against your neck before pulling up and taking off his shirt. You sat up with him and held your arms in the air expectantly.

“Will you do the honors?” You asked.

“Hell yes.” He looked at you with his eye full of lust before tearing off your shirt and bra.

You sat before him, bare, but you never felt more comfortable.

“Gods, your tits are fucking beautiful.” Aemond bent down and took a nipple into his mouth and you couldn't help the sound that came out of yours.

You tangled your hands in his hair and held him tight while he worshiped you. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, he couldn't live without you.

You brought your hands down to the waistband of his jeans and palmed him through his pants. You could feel how big and hard he was and you were excited to get him inside you. You moved your hands to his chest, ready to push him over and move on top but he stopped you.

“I haven't tasted that pussy yet and I need to before we do anything else.”

You whimpered as he pushed you back down and slid your pants off.

“Look at you, soaked through your panties. Such a fucking slut for me.” He placed an open mouth kiss over the growing wet spot.

“Aemond please!”

“Please what? Use your words kitten.”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

“Almost there,” he smiled wickedly as he tore off your panties and replaced his mouth over your soaking center.

You couldn't help but watch him lap at your folds. He flattened his tongue against your core and liked straight through to that little bundle of nerves. When he brushed it with his tongue you couldn't help but moan his name and dive your hands into his hair. You swore you felt him smile against you. Aemond switched between licking and sucking on you clit, making you crazy, building up that pressure until you couldn't hold it anymore.

“Fuck, Aemond, I'm -” a silent scream left you as he brought you to your peak.

He held you down by your thighs, refusing to let you get away. He carried you all the way through and didn't wait to start again.

“Aemond, you're gonna make me cum again,” you cried.

That only seemed to spur him on, his ministrations becoming faster and faster. He moved his focus to your clit so he could sneak a finger in. Then another. Then another. The stretch felt so good and it made you cry for more. Between his licks and his fingers you came for a second time.

Aemond lifted his head from between your thighs and looked at you with absolute adoration. You pulled him into a hot kiss, tasting yourself on him.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

He sat on his haunches and fumbled around his night stand when you stopped him.

“I want to feel you raw. I want you to finish inside me.”

Aemond pushed you back down on the bed and took off his pants. His cock was standing at attention, already weeping with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it. Fuck, he was big and you were absolutely ready.

He climbed over and pressed a kiss to you before lining himself up.

“You sure, kitten?”

“Aemond. Targaryen.” You pulled him into another kiss. “Fuck. Me.”

He pushed in slowly, letting you adjust to him. The stretch was slow and sweet. When he bottomed out you kissed him slow.

As you kissed him you began to lift your hips, encouraging him to move. He was soon thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, you feel so good, kitten.”

“More please. More, more, more!”

“Gods, you're such a fucking slut.”

Aemond held your hands above your head as he sped up. He bent down to capture a nipple and sucked. The added stimulation barrelling you to your third orgasm. With a strangled cry you clenched around his cock, hitting your high once again.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

He flipped you over onto your belly and grabbed your hips so your ass was in the air.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured.

You felt him kiss your ass before smacking it hard. You couldn't help but moan. He smoothed the red skin with his palm and placed another kiss giving you a false sense or security. You rocked back into him only to feel him sheath himself fully.

Aemond gave you no time to adjust to the new position and fucked you hard and fast. His hands slid up and down your body, once again finding your tits, and tweaked your nipples.

He grunted as he began to fuck you harder. “All mine. Fuck, you're all mine.”

“Yours. I'm yours, Aemond” you babbled. “Please cum inside me, I want you.”

“Fuck, kitten.”

You spurred him on, his thrusts becoming messier and more erratic. Your fourth peak was coming faster than you anticipated, your walls clenching his cock.

“Babe, I'm gonna cum again!”

“Cum for me, kitten,” he commanded.

You screamed his name as you fell apart; your orgasm triggering his. Aemond fell on top of you and moved to hold your hand. Both of you were breathing hard but stayed in the moment together.

“Aemond, that was…”

“Yeah, it was.” He turned to you and smiled. “So, would you say we're together now?”

“Yeah, I’d say that.” You pressed your forehead against his. “Please don't get up, it feels nice.”

“Anything for you.”

You and Aemond laid there on the bed still joined together. It was intimate and sweet, a moment shared between the two of you.

When Aemond got up you flinched at the stimulation and groaned at the lack of warmth.

“Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'm just gonna clean us up,” he said as he tossed on some sweats and a sweatshirt.

You smiled to yourself as he left the room, happy that you can now call Aemond yours.

But your moment of peace was interrupted by a certain brother.

“YOU DID IT!” Aegon yelled through the door. “YOU FUCKING DID IT YOU FUCKED AEMOND! GOOD JOB, BUD!”

“AEGON GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s ridiculousness.

“AEGON, LEAVE!” Came Aemond’s voice.

“All right, all right. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone.” You could hear his stupid smirk through the door.

Aemond entered the room, face completely red with embarrassment. “So I guess Aegon is excited.”

“I guess he is,” you grinned.

As Aemond cleaned you up you couldn't help but think about the last few weeks, over your entire friendship with Aemond. He's always been there but now he was yours. You two grew together, learned about each other in ways you thought would only be a dream. You may be Aegon's best friend but now you were certain you were Aemond’s heart. But you had one last question.

“So can I move in?”

[as-i-watch]

Hey I know you’re busy and is very possible you don’t want to take time for this,

But would you consider ranking your favorite duos of the straw hats?

I WOULD LOVE TO

And im gonna make it a Top 10 just bc i can

Brase yourselves

10. Zoro + Sanji

I dont even ship them but there's a reason why they are such a popular ship. They are very entertaining and you know when they go solo shits gonna happen

9. Brook + Zoro

They dont have that many moments just the two of them but oh god they are good. They are opposites in the swordman spectrum

8. Luffy + Robin

Problem and Problem Enabler. He has no braincell, she has them all. He is full of bad ideas and cero preservation insticts and she wants to fuck around and find out.

7. Franky + Robin

Married.

6. Sanji + Usopp

I dont ship it but i respect Sanuso shippers so much. Usopp being totally able to handle himself but chosing not to when Sanji is around just bc Sanji will always play into his knight in shinning armour ideal if given the chance. Usopp not being afraid to be the damsel in distress vs Sanji's frail masculinity, its so funny to me

5. Zoro + Nami

Actual siblings. They will never tell eachother they love them, they fight like crazy but would kill and die for eachother without question. Himbo brother and Big Sister

4. Chopper + Zoro

Zoro met Chopper and lit become the meme 'I've only had him for 24hs but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself'. And Chopper? Chopper is the only reason Zoro's dumb ass is still alive today

3. Usopp + Luffy

When they get together all their cells in their bodies vibrate in the same frequency. Nothing is serious, they will follow everysingle idiot impulse in their bodies just for fun.

2. Usopp + Nami

They most BFF to ever BFF. They have the best time and support eachother throught the monster trio bullshit. Allies, siblings, partners in crime, fellow bitches.

1. These two meatheads

There's absolute no other way around it. They cannot be left alone. They could set fire to the kitchen trying to open a can of food or overthrow a goverment in the same amount of time. Everything and anything can happen. There's no braincells ever, there's never been.

[mgc02]

Yandere Duo Fizzarolli and Ozzie X Trans Masc Reader who's a fallen angel

Oooo a helluva request. Hell yeah!

Yandere Fizz and Ozzie X Trans Masc Fallen Angel reader

Tw: mentions of stalking, toxic relationship, possessiveness, mentions of transphobia

Fizz and Ozzie would practically be attached to you by the hip

Since Ozzie is so busy running his club and the lust ring and Fizz just quit his job with mammon you'd be spending more time with Fizz than Ozzie

And Ozzie would feel guilty

But he'd make up for it by taking you out on dates

Fizz and Ozzie would spoil you rotten but they would be hella posessive

If anyone tried to make any moves on you Fizz would be the type to kiss you in front of them while Ozzie being a little less impulsive would whisk you away and secretly shoot them a dirty look

Fizz is super clingy

And he would LITERALLY cling to you

His arms wrapped around you all the time

He would whine like a baby any second you wanted to leave him alone

Ozzie would be very overprotective since you being with him puts a target on your back

Even if you're a fallen angel who can take care of yourself he's not letting anyone hurt you

You probably wouldn't even be allowed to leave anywhere without protection and honestly they insist one of THEM has to go with you

Ozzie claims it's for your protection and he sort of means it but Fizz mostly wants an excuse to not let you go anywhere without him

If anyone was transphobic or misgendered you on purpose or anything along those lines they better kiss their asses goodbye

Ozzie would easily flip his switch and go into rage mode and Fizz would be 50/50 from attacking them himself or telling Ozzie immediately so that they could tear apart this person together

If you still had your wings they would love to see you bring them out

Fizz more so the Ozzie as odd as that sounds

He'd beg you to bring them out all the time

Ozzie however only thinks him and Fizz should get to see your wings

He feels that when you bring them out that it is intimate and he is only not upset about it if you bring them out during a display of your power

But it still feels like the wings should be something only he and Fizzy get to experience

As for in bed the two sometimes fight over you which is surprising since they are all over each other and getting along great in other situations

If you don't care for their obsessive behavior they will probably guilt trip you and make excuses

Everything they do for you has a justification and is done out of love

And they truly believe that

And if you try to leave they will be heartbroken and try to respect your decision but they will still stalk you and constantly watch you

Fizz might miss you too much and constantly break into your home to either try to convince you to come back or to steal something of yours so he can have some else to remind him of you

And if ever you're in danger, you might be surprised when Ozzie just randomly manifests to protect you like he's been watching the whole time... which he has

[stiffyck]

Having an insane elven duo moment (scar and Gem. They plague my mind.)

They are QPR to me.

My long ass rambles under the cut.

I'm thinking about my elven hair headcanon I made a post about a bit back where elves don't do their own hair but close friends, family members or partners do their hair. If an elf has unkempt hair that means they are lonely and don't have any close relationships.

I'm thinking about secret life and how Scar was all alone until the end. The fleeting alliance he had towards the end wasn't anything close to what Scar needs from an ally or a friend.

I'm thinking about Scars hair becoming more and more of a mess as the game goes on. I'm thinking about how he didn't die at the end of secret life and how in Martyns lore he gets stuck in secret life.

I'm thinking about Scar getting back on hermitcraft and Gem doing his hair. Washing his hair with warm water and a soft smelling shampoo and conditioner. Gem softly brushing out his hair and braiding it.

Scar breaking their silence after a while and apologizing for killing her at the end and for killing so many other people and for being a villain.

I'm thinking about Gem telling him it's alright, she knows it was the tasks. They all know. They all did bad stuff.

Thinking about Gem giving him a kiss on the cheek and wiping away his tears.

-

I'm thinking about Gem having a rough time after her first proper life game.

She had Scott and Impulse to do her hair over the course of the game. She had allies. But she can't shake the weird restlessness of being red. She can't shake the feeling of needing to kill someone.

Thinking about Gem trying to deal with everything on her own.

Scar eventually talks to her and he tells her it's gonna be hard. And if she needs she can always go to him.

Thinking about Scar washing her hair for the first time after the game is over.

Thinking about Gem being stiff and nervous and on edge. Scar doesn't blame her.

Thinking about Scar hugging Gem while they watch a movie.

I'm just thinking about them supporting each other after Secret life that's all.

[vynnytypesstuff]

Glad to see another Winx Club fan!

May I please request headcanons for Brandon, Sky, Helia, and Riven reacting to their female S/O (who's normally calm, cool, and collected) kicking major ass against someone who's trying to rob her?

꒰୨୧﹒Winx Club - Sky, Brandon, Helia, and Riven Reacting to Their Female S/O Retaliating Against a Robber

This came out way way WAY later than I intended it to be. My apologies for the wait, it's always busy during this time of the year pfft.

To be honest, I was trying to alter my writing on this one just a tiny bit but it didn't come out as I envisioned, I hope you enjoy though!

Warnings: Minor violence? I leave it extremely vague 

Sky 

As king of Eraklyon, Sky is a natural-born leader who is eager to spring into action during moments of crisis. This is, perhaps, why he’s sometimes prone to jumping to conclusions and making sudden decisions. That’s where his S/O comes in. When he needs it, she helps to keep him grounded and reassess situations. 

The night had been a calm one. With schoolwork/training out of the way, the couple had decided to go on a small date together. Sky was a stickler to classic dates, meaning the two had decided to go out to a local restaurant for dinner. After a night filled with delicious food and light-hearted conversations, they contently left the restaurant to go for a late-night walk around the more secluded areas nearby. The stroll was peaceful for the most part, loving the other's presence as they enjoyed some much-needed downtime, before they heard a voice from behind them shout, holding a sharp weapon towards them and commanding them not to move. 

Sky, always quick to act on a situation, went to step in front of his S/O. However, she was quicker, extending her arm out to prevent him from doing so. The stranger urged them both to hold still as he cautiously paced over to them. Beginning to get a bit too close to his S/O, Sky was about to fend off the stranger when, to his surprise, his S/O grabbed onto the stranger's wrists and shoved them to the ground. 

Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sky is the most shocked out of the four. When he first met his S/O, she immediately reminded him of Brandon. The two of them were the definition of calm and collected and restrained (a familiarity that could’ve possibly drawn him to her). He genuinely had no idea his S/O could defend herself and he feels a bit naïve for underestimating her. 

By the time his speechless stuttering has ceased, the stranger had already been scrambling off (albeit, barely). He feels proud to have such a capable S/O, though there’s a small part of himself that wishes she still needed his help.

Brandon 

Don't underestimate Brandon's so-called "superficialness" and overly flirtatious tendencies. He's a strategic thinker who rarely acts impulsively. In this way, him and his S/O were similar. Pair them together and the two make for an unstoppable duo.

Brandon and his S/O had been wandering through Solaria's famed shopping district, periodically scurrying from store to store to cover as many stores as they could for their weekly shopping trip. It was a long weekend, so the area was much busier then it usual, meaning trouble could be brewing at any corner. The two had been lucky to avoid any mishaps so far, but their moment of solitude wouldn't last for long. While his S/O was occupied with browsing the items on the shelves, she felt a hand swipe past her pockets and grab a valuable item of hers before bolting towards the store's exit. She quickly disregarded what she was doing and chased after him, Brandon following suite.

There were waves of people outside, causing him to get lost in the crowd. He was growing increasingly worried as he searched for where the robber and his S/O had run off to. Finally, he had managed to locate the pair in a secluded alleyway, where he stumbled upon a bit of an unexpected sight. There they were, his S/O and the one who had robbed her, fighting in an all-out brawl, a loud *slam* resounding as she pinned him to the wall.

Brandon shakes his head as he runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't know why he was so worried. It's not like he assumed that his S/O was helpless. He was aware that she knew how to fight, but he had no idea she packed this much of a punch. He’s even a little intimidated by it, but in a good way.

With the criminal knocked out, Brandon finally speaks. He gives his S/O an amused look, joking about writing himself a reminder to never make her angry. Of course he’s taking the opportunity to throw a bunch of teasing comments, but he’s genuinely impressed.

Helia 

Helia and his S/O seemed so alike that it was uncanny. They were both known to be the mature ones in their respective friend groups, seemingly lacking in temper and aggression. Their extreme levels of patience, temperance, and open-mindedness were unmatched. Due to this, it can be a bit of a shocker to others when they drop the pacifism.

The two had decided to take a daytime stroll through a quaint park outside of Magix City. It was a peaceful day, the warmth of the sun bouncing off their skin as they admired the vibrant outdoor scenery. The pair had taken a pit stop at the edge of a small lake, with Helia wanting to take a quick sketch of it's beauty. As she watched him stroke his pencil across the pages in his sketchbook from a distance, she was caught off-guard when someone wrapped their arms around her waist, pulling her backwards in an attempt to restrain her and reaching for the contents in her pockets.

The lack of talking followed by a string of grunts drew Helia's attention from his sketchbook to the troubled state of his S/O. Though he preferred to avoid fighting, he couldn't help but feel the need to step in and protect her (a likely result of his specialist training), however, she didn't seem to need any protection as she was quick to turn the tables on the robber.

Helia stops in his tracks, simply watching as his S/O lands hit after hit. He was a bit surprised to see his calm and collected S/O go physically all out against this robber, but his shock quickly faded away into an loving sigh. He had always trusted that she would be capable of defending herself when she needed to, and he was glad that his hunch wasn't wrong. In general, he's the quickest to accept her fighting spirit, and it just makes him love her even more.

When his S/O has had her fill, the robber runs off, leaving the two of them alone. Helia double checks to make sure she isn't hurt. Once she reassures him, he chuckles to himself, wrapping an arm around her in affection. 

Riven 

Riven's hot-headed nature was a stark contrast to his S/O's laid-back demeanor. The other specialists couldn't deny that Riven was a blunt guy who had a very direct approach when it came to conflict. Meanwhile, his S/O had an eerie ability to remain calm, even in dire situations. The two appeared to be complete opposites, leaving a number of people to question their relationship (not that they cared for others opinions).

Whilst wandering through the Magix City, Riven had stopped to purchase lunch at a nearby food stall while his S/O stood and waited nearby. She decided to occupy herself, so she reached into her bag to grab her phone. That's when she felt the sudden grasp of a hand on her wrist as a masked stranger attempted to grab her purse.  Seeing no other way out of the situation, she took a step back, taking her free arm and weaving it through the robber's wrists to stop their movements before using her strength to free herself.

Riven, who had come back after realizing he left his wallet in his S/O's purse, caught sight of the fight that was transpiring, at least, if you could even call it a fight considering the fact that one of the figures was losing tremendously. Once he realizes that the winning figure is his S/O, his reaction is a mixed bag. On one hand, he was impressed by her independence and skill. He had seen her train in the past, but that was nothing compared to how she held herself in a real fight.

That being said, there's part of him that can't help but feel a bit insecure. Seeing her in action would make him wonder if she truly needed him or not. After all, she can defend for themself, so does that mean she'd leave him?

He doesn't bring up his insecurity. Instead he walks over to his S/O and silently makes sure they aren't severely injured, all while chewing out the robber that was now laying flat on the ground. After he's calmed down, he applauds his S/O for defending herself. He sounds reluctant in doing this, but he's trying his best.

[amethystfairy1]

Hi it’s me I’m back. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve sent an ask in (partially bc higher education is quite draining) but rest assured I’ve been reading every single one of your stories because they’re SO GOOD I’m addicted. Checking for updates has actually become part of my morning routine lol. Anyways, I don’t actually have any questions, I just want to say that YES they’re finally beginning to run into each other in TT!!!!!!! :D YAYYYYY!!!!! Also ZEDANGO My Beloved. I’m so hyped for them both in TT and TTSBC. Literally my favorite, I’ve watched both for years and am always so happy to see fics about them (especially Zed). Also we need team Zits in TT STAT. I demand it. Poor Skizz tho! They gotta save him :(((((( anyways I also have some art for you (obviously inspired by ur fics) and then I’ll be on my way. Hopefully it bestows inspiration and motivation upon ye <3

Figure 1: Scuffed etho doodle (least proud of this one lol)

Figure 2: Zombie Cleo (she doesn't have snake hair in TTSBC, i know, but she was still inspired by that fic :P)

Figure 3: Impulse has a realization (AAAA A MEETUP HAPPENED!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! now Zed and Tango need to add Skizz to their group and we'll have ZITS (eventually))

Have a good day :))

OHHHHH MY STARS I LOVE THEM!!!!

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUUU

the Etho isn’t scuffed in my opinion he’s SO BADASS LOOKING with his knife going TRY IT BITCH YES!

Cleo looks beautiful! Snake hair is gorgeous too and OH SHES JUST SO PRETTY!!!

AND IMPULSE

TT!IMPULSE

He’s SO COOL! I loooove the cool cords on his clothes and his big ass battle axe looks so good and then lil shiny duo in the background AGGGH!

I can’t properly express how overjoyed your art makes me seeing you come by with anything that is inspired by my AUs is just SO WONDERFUL! I will love and cherish them. They are gorgeous! Thank you so much for sharing!!!

HIGHER ACADEMIC HELL UP TOP! 👏 me too my friend we will survive we will pull it off we will get them degrees!!! With fanfic and fanart along the way!!! 😆

Again thank you so so so much for sharing these I love them!!! 💖💖💖

[sun-stricken]

Gray & Mira Hcs!

the dynamic (demonic) duo **jazz hands**

* These two are like organized chaos together

* everything perfectly thought out to cause just the right amount of chaos

* They are the biggest instigators

* will lie their asses off to start fights when theyre bored

* Gray has a sensitivity to tears, and Mira can and will play on it at any given moment

* They have the same amount of arrests, its like a game to them, whoever has more wins

* [common conversations involving them]

* Mira: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. 
Gray: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

* Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? 
Gray: Death penalty. 
Mira, from the gallery: Gray, it’s just a parking ticket. 
Gray, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

* Mira: It’s nice to be wanted.
Gray: Even if it’s by the law?
Mira: Especially if it’s by the law.

* they are the epitome of “i have a problem” “*sigh* okay, put the body on ice ill be there soon” “ok— wait, no! not that kind of problem!”

* They were TERRORS growing up (still are) and while they weren’t necessarily friends they were like tentative partners in crime

* Mira claimed him as her friend after he tried to fist fight a council member

* at first he didnt fully reciprocate but did a 180 when she got into Erzas face and started a fight with absolutely no fear

* Gray still thinks shes one of the most badass people he knows

* Mira typically cooks for the guild and she will have Grays food ready before he even orders it

* Gray brings her tea from her favorite fancy shops everyday

* They bonded over being (partially) demons

* Mira helped Gray accept and deal with the non-romanticized parts of having demon instincts (gruesome intrusive thoughts, impulsiveness, apathy for humans, volatile moods, etc)

* As a side effect of being a demon, Mira (non transformed) has short talons, fangs, and horns (among other things). She truly loves them

* So when Grays started to grow in she didnt fully understand why he didnt; but she still did her best to comfort and reassure him and sympathize with him

* While she tried to hide her excitement at his physical traits while she was comforting him, Gray noticed and it was that that made him grow more comfortable with them

* They have rant sessions that are completely judgment free where they can talk on and on about their ugliest moments/thoughts, and basically most the things they cant tell others. whether it has to do with their demon side or not

* Miras demon has a constant thirst for mayhem, and Gray (being the instigator he is) will give it to them no questions asked

* in turn when Gray gets into arguments and hes wrong, Mira will update wikipedia pages so hes right

* theyre so passive aggressive towards each other

* When they fight everyone within a 8 mile radius needs to be evacuated, no matter how small the fight looks, they get vicious and it’s terrifying

* if you interrupt them you may as well be signing your death warrant

* They always act like nothing happened when they’re done, leaving everyone tiptoeing around them for weeks post

* Grays phone is on dnd constantly, Mira is one of the only few people that is set to come through

* and the local police station, but thats the same thing

* When Mira doesnt answer his calls he’ll leave incriminating voicemails and wont answer her calls for hours after

[lixettzunderscore]

ESMP1 SUPERHERO FWHIP AU MASTERPOST

Formal AU Title: fWhip's Accidental Venture Into Vigilantism

Shorthand Title: Superhero fWhip AU or SHF for short

Tag: lixx's esmp1 superhero fwhip au

General Info / Elevator Pitch: Impulsive and hot-tempered college student fWhip accidentally ends up dabbling in vigilantism to piss off a wack crime organization and is now stuck in the position of resident superhero. He just wanted to deck some assholes in the face without caring about government repercussions but now he's got a whole ass group of people he's accidentally revealed his identity to chewing his ear off, a rival vigilante to bicker with, and a weird supervillain duo to fight, one of whom looks awfully similar to his best friend. Needless to say, he's a bit in over his head.

The Empires world is a modern (somewhat sci-fi adjacent) city and people technically have superpowers but they're incredibly mild across the board so things like superheroes don't exist much throughout the world, with the exception of a couple of cities. Empires isn't technically one of those cities (or at least it wasn't before fWhip's vigilante/superhero scheme kicked off)

Ships: Romance isn't really a focus since this is meant to be a WRA focused AU, but Jizzie, Flower Husbands and Nature Wives are there, just in the background for the most part :D

Art:

‌fWhip/Basilisk Comic Book Cover Inspired Piece

fWhip/Basilisk Reference Sheet + Doodles

‌Miscellaneous Doodles (old)

Fics:

‌COMING SOON*

Misc World-Building / Info:

‌ALSO COMING SOON*

*soon is incredibly relative, i create things at a snail's pace so please bare with me

ps: i am entirely aware that superheroes and vigilantes are technically different. i drafted this as a superhero au and then realized that vigilante is a more fitting label so it's permanently marked as both in my brain now, sorry ;v;

[fluffypotatey]

so what’s ur favorite thing abt mei that u feel like nobody else notices but it adds so much to her and you feel like everyone needs to be talking about it

everybody needs to realize that before MK was dubbed and knighted—i mean, before MK was titled the Monkey King's successor and wielded the trusty staff, Mei was the powerhouse of the group.

literally remember how our introduction to her character was her saving MK's ass while he was being chased by Red Son, and girlie only thought they were playing a game. my initial reaction to her was "oh, so she's the first hero of the city!" LIKE THAT WAS WHERE MY MIND WENT!

1x06 has a special place in my heart because it shows Mei in her element! she's the motorcycle gal, she's the OG mechanic (SHE LITERALLY BUILT AN HQ FOR MK IN S1), she's the descent of Ao Lie, she's the wielder of the DRAGON SWORD (you know, the sword nobody in her family was allowed to touch because it was a prized artifact and it chose HER)

it is honestly such a struggle (for me) to simply place Mei in the "warrior" category of the hero/warrior duo because yes, MK and Mei are a duo (a dynamic duo one might say), BUT it is so different to swk and macky's duo. they are both the hero and the warrior. their narrative pieces collide and parallel and align so well or clash and-- omg look, another topic to add to my "MK and the gang's ultimate goal is breaking the narrative structure/fate/destiny" folder! (BECAUSE NONE OF THEM PERFECTLY ALIGN WITH THE NARRATIVE EVERYONE IS PUSHING ON THEM. NONE OF THEM FIT COMPLETELY FOR FATE TO WIN DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM SEEING! DO YOU SEE- *gets dragged away*)

*comes back covered in blood* but yeah, everybody start pay closer attention to my gal because her main character energy is real and important and will be crucial for the upcoming seasons. listen, even if MK wasn't there when Red Son and the fam released DBK, Mei would still be there to screw with their plans (I mean, it would have been easier for DBK to wreak havoc because of the energy source, but also MK would still make the impulsive decision to dive into DBK's energy thingy later but this post isn't about him <3)

Mei's awesome and intelligent and intuitive but also impulsive and prone to emotions before anything but i love her

[bunniekittiee]

TCM headcanons I have that no one asked for:

Pre-Nam Chop Top works at a record store to bring in some money for the family. Absolutely enjoys his job.

Johnny totally loves rock and metal. Chop Top has gifted him many records of his favs since he works at a record store. Definitely something Johnny looks forward to when it’s his birthday or Christmas

Speaking of which, Johnny enjoys music ranging from Metallica, Megadeth, Exodus, Misfits, etc. to Entombed, Death, Bathory, etc.

But who he dearly holds to his heart is Ted Nugent.

Would absolutely slobber all over Ted Nugent’s dick. Like serious super-fan of Ted Nugent.

Chop Top and Nubbins would totally adore The Garden.

What more could you ask for? Two twins who make some good ass music and dress up, Nubbins and Chop Top resonate with that.

Will beg Sissy and Bubba to do their makeup like Wyatt and Fletcher. Doesn’t matter the look, they want it on their face!

They all have fun doing this and they will sing their bad covers of their songs.

Johnny would get sad listening to Superheaven, but he is addicted to them. No bad songs, he loves them.

Drayton has a thing for Jim Morrison. Come on baby, light his fire!

No one needs to know this detail about him, they would never let him live it down.

Sissy sees a sister-like relationship in Bubba more than a brotherly relationship. She will go to him for her problems and complaints that would fall on deaf ears to the rest of her family.

Sissy would love it if Johnny could secure a girlfriend, but he would rather use them and dump them in a ditch.

They have gotten into many fights over this, Sissy just wants another woman in the house besides Nancy’s old ass!

But Bubba will suffice until that day comes.

Speaking of Bubba, he loves to play games!

Gets the family together for Just Dance, but it mostly ends in Johnny opting out and the twins being mean and fighting during Just Dance.

Makes Bubba cry, all he wanted was to spend quality time.

Johnny feels bad and will absolutely bust his ass to Cotton Eye Joe to make Bubba laugh.

Surprisingly a good dancer, it is weird.

Mario Party is CHAOTIC.

Ends in Johnny strangling Chop Top and Nubbins trying to get Johnny off of him.

Chop Top talks too much shit. He is the king of Shit Talking.

Sissy will laugh her ass off while Bubba gets super worried.

Drayton threatens to take their game away if they don't quiet down.

If Johnny was not batshit crazy, he and Leland would totally do the Cotton Eye Joe dance at a party.

Like two Western men.

They would make every heart swoon, on some real shit.

They would be an iconic, powerful duo. Lets be honest here, they would be unstoppable.

Too bad Johnny is too far gone to even be normal lmao.

Chop Top and Sissy smoke weed together and will talk about life. It's their way of escaping.

Drayton has caught them before but he lets them be. They all have their own ways of escaping their minds.

Drayton has totally used the devil's lettuce himself when he was younger, so he knows he can’t condemn them.

Will still act irritated about it.

Cant forget about Nubbins!

Kid is hyper, absolutely fucking haywire that even Chop Top can’t keep up sometimes.

Used to be self conscious of his birth mark when he was more self aware, but as he started to lose his sanity, he stopped caring.

Has tried to cover it up with makeup but none of the foundation will cover it up well enough.

Very impulsive and will forget tasks if he’s in the middle of something.

Let’s just say he was making himself a sandwich and Drayton asks for him to check the traps, he would forget about his sandwich the entire day until Johnny or Drayton complained that he wasted food.

He cant help it! He forgot!

Bubba makes sure that no harm falls upon the barn cats. He loves them! Would cry for months if one of them were to die.

Has tried to keep kittens in the house but Nancy scolded him for it.

However, when it’s really cold in the winter, he will sneak a few inside in the basement.

Him and Sissy will name them too!

Johnny has named a few too, but they were mainly after musicians like Ozzy, Dio, Ted, etc.

His favorite cat would have to be Ozzy. Total cuddle bug and mischievous little bastard.

He sneaks Ozzy in every night and they sleep together. He can’t go to sleep without Ozzy.

Sometimes will invite Dio and Ted but they tend to fight.

Sissy has a pretty, fluffy white cat named Belle. She sneaks her in as well at night to sleep.

If Bubba could, he would collect all the cats and keep them in the house.

Nubbins was extremely confused as to why they were so fond of the cats but he never made any advances to hurt them.

It just confused him.

He didn’t hate animals, he was just used to them being dead.

Johnny adores one of their Jersey cows named Daisy. Spends time with her and plays ball with her in the pasture.

Nubbins has caught Johnny asleep on Daisy and snapped a picture which woke Johnny up.

Cue a lot of screaming and Johnny trying to catch Nubbins to destroy the photo.

But Nubbins was still able to keep it. He thinks it’s a nice photo, Johnny looks at peace.

Alright I think that’s enough for now lol. There will probably be a pt.2 in the future when i have more ideas but that’s it for now

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

SHAMELESS OPINIONS: S7 (cause Mickey's write off hurt and after s5, I watched again from s1 and forced myself to keep watching + no one around me likes Shameless so I need a place to vent)

overall: i actually loved it, had me pretty hooked all throughout

ok, i kind of like s7 Trevor, he's charming, got this lil sassy banter going off, he's cute and nice y'know. I just *HATE* that they so obviously tried to recreate some dynamics he had with Mickey straight away without letting us warmup to him, how can you deepthroat aspects built from 5 seasons into half of one??? No. Sorry. Him settling so quickly into the Gallagher house as if he's spent a decade there, idk. And the patient scene with Ian? foh man, no. 1x09 was special for a reason, and this would've played differently if Ian actually came to Mick if he was still around. They play out so much better as friends or fw/b ig but that deepthroat can't help me see a relationship between them. Not liking s8 Trevor so far, my god. Also his nonchalant attitude towards Monica threw me off. I get it, he's new and doesn't know much, Ian never mentioned her before apparently, but like "she's a lil crazy i can like her" eek, idk. Like almost downplaying his situation with her.

Caleb can suck my ass along with JW and his hate for bisexuals. My bi ass cannot approve. Cheater McCheater my ass. I can almost walk through Ian's ignorance cause for all he knew, Caleb was just gay, and I feel he said the bisexual thing out of frustration and betrayal towards his actions than actual disdain for the orientation, but yes. He was ignorant in his convo with Lip, and so was him anyway. I guess they just didn't know it is a thing. But thing is, I BET YOU ASSES that Caleb is the type of douche to STILL justify his actions even if JW didn't display his hate towards bisexuality in his writing, he just is *that* douchy. At least he motivated Ian to get his job, I'll give him that.

OH MY GOD THE THROUPLE... AND ITS SLOW BURN. it's hard cause you can understand both sides of the situation and it was just a clear issue of misunderstandings and miscommunication... I just wish they could've handled things better because I was really rooting for them. They fucking worked so well, with their little schedules and organization. I have such a fat crush on Isidora it's actually embarrassing. Anyway... I miss their dynamic. They deserved better.

Lip was a dick to Fiona about the Laundromat, but Fiona also just jumps the gut to these impulsive decisions, and I get that if she does ask for opinions, they probably won't agree with her, and it's not like I can blame lip, I mean look at the Club situation, yeah she made profit, but didn't break even, and that where his worry comes from. But at least, if she still approached him, and did it anyway against his say, he can't rub it in her face that this entails a family meeting and she can't just make those decisions without consultation. Overall, Lip was so arrogant and dickish with her, and for what... he couldn't even bring the money he so desperately wanted her to believe he could.

I love Sue. I just love EMT Ian stuff with all my life, idc what it is, I kick my feet cause he's so happy.

I fucking loved Carl and Mr. Luthers dynamic. Such an epic lil duo tbh.

I loved Frank's storyline here fsr 💀💀 it's so silly and he gets his way like always, but idk, I loved seeing his adventures at the shelter, he still remains a POS that's for sure.

I fucking LOVED seeing Debbie this season, I was a little disappointed last season cause there is so much lost potential on her pregnancy journey last time with where she was staying, but I fucking loved her here and putting her scamming skills to the test. Don't love how she ends up treating Neil in s8 cause... Well, I just feel bad for him, but also, if she really wanted to stay true to her convenience relationship, she probably should've stuck it out more so it lasted more, idk. But enough of that, I loved her setting a goal for herself at the end of the season, and I honestly commend Monica for helping her get Franny out of the house, I understand Derek's family's concern but they were so cunty in how they handled things.

Monica's death hit me like a truck... Idk why, there are so many mixed emotions here, she couldn't dare to tell the kids the real reason she was there, and all she wanted was to be there one last time. My heart goes out to her tbh.

Gallavich. Oh dear God. FERAL, FERAL EVERY TIME. it's like receiving crumbs and eating them up like a vacuum, nothing I can say that hasn't already been said... I just... Wow. Fuck. And to know that, after needing Noel for ratings, that this was gonna be the end for them? No, I could throw up. I couldn't imagine watching shameless as it aired with that knowledge in mind. FUCK ME THOSE TWO EPISODES I ATE THEM UUUP. anyway, I'm normal about Gallavich.

Lord bless Etta... my dear soul. 7x11 was vicious for that, my heart crumbled fr. I can see this was all in Fiona's best interest for Etta and stuff... It was just so sad to see.

Lip and Sierra, I don't really know what people's opinions are about Sierra but I kind of liked her? She was sweet, and had traces of boundaries with Lip even if the fucker attempted to break them every now and then. But she was sweet.

Lips second spiral was even harder than the first one to see. Him crashing at Helene's apartment, and she still doesn't seem to grasp that she essentially groomed him, and he's just so devastated still. Fuck.

That ending montage was truly a piece of cinema I tell you. It was beautiful.

I probably have more to say I don't remember but I really liked s7, not on the priority of a constant rewatch, but it was really good...and truly served as the finale it was meant to be. EXCEPT FOR GALLAVICH, holy fuck that would've pained the whole audience.

[cant-get-no-worse]

i am always very intrigued by the neymessi relationship. thoughts on them?

Hiya people! I'm currently having a good chuckle because as I read your asks, I see mutuals celebrating the neymessi overtaking cressi on ao3 party. Uncanny. World colllides. Anyways. Imma rant now, you just gave me free real estate!

Disclaimer : this isn't me parasocially psychoanalizing the friendship of two grown ass men I've never seen nor talked to, this is just me covering bases of funny thoughts me n some friends have been entertaining about it. It's senseless ramble and fun and I gotta make profit off of those hours I spend looking at them interact aight.

First of, whatever I could say about it, in the end, everything condenses into this, really: it's a beautiful human bound. Akin to those unlikely friendships brought together by football — kinda makes you think this god wrenched sport isn't so wasted after all. Then you see Harry Kane's face, and you deflate, but that's a whole otha thang (sorry Kane mutuals) (the bloke is coming to PSG anyways).

It's all the more fascinating as we partially saw it develop in real life, and its 'public' aspect is well documented, from the tweets of Neymar all the way back in 2011 fan girling over Messi when they hadn't even met, to the countless footage of games, backstages, documentaries, interviews, little snippets here and there. Let's go over some aspects in an orderly manner.

Similarities between Neymar and other dudes

You can kind of wonder how Leo, introverted as he is, could have ended up entertaining a decade-long friendship (spent apart for four whole years) with such guy as Neymar, a whole five years his junior. And then you look at Leo’s other myriad of friends over the course of the years: Ronaldinho, the whole Brazilian squad of Barcelona who took him under their wing because they liked him, Kun Agüero, Rodrigo De Paul and Leandro Paredes. All extroverted, a bit immature/impulsive, loudmouthed, joyful dudes, and then you realize the guy just has a knack for befriending such people. It just compliments his character. (I’m not adding Luis Suarez to the bunch cause while Luis is impulsive, loudmouthed, extroverted, joyful, he is also a whole other vibe, much more settled/mature, it’s a whole other thing. Could rant about it for hours too. That Messi/Suarez friendship is so genuine, easy, weird, and amazing).

What’s the diff with Suarez

So talking about Suarez, I think the best way to start discerning a relationship is to oppose it to others. The easiest way being here opposing the Messi/Suarez and Neymar/Suarez to the Neymar/Messi. They’re all friends, but the duos don’t work the same way, and it’s obvious. Messi/Suarez are besties, they share the same age, interests, mate, families, whatever. Messi brought him on his honeymoon. Like what the actual fuck. Anyways. Suarez/Neymar reads more like a friend/brothers relationship, were they liked to mess around, fuck around and make fun of each other. You’d think since Suarez and Messi are rigorously the same age, Messi and Neymar’d have a similar relationship. But na. You just can’t look at it and state Messi/Neymar relationship is only brother like. They are brothers, but not only. There’s a shit ton of layers, due to the circumstances of their meeting, their career trajectories, what they represent, for their countries as for football, the roles they had to assume towards each other at FCB in the beginning, but also due to their characters. So what’s the layers?

Childhood/idol

The whole « child gets to play alongside the idol he used to watch on TV » boat has been sailed already by a ton of other players from all leagues, it’s one of the joys of this sport. It’s very sweet, to see how much Neymar used to hop on Twitter to unabashedly fanboy alongside other people over a Messi performance or to even just wish him a very enthused happy birthday (the proofs are there and he hasn’t even deleted them lmfao, the boy was relentless). What I like about it, however, is how little that behavior faltered over the course of the years. Younger players generally tone down the whole idolizing stuff, whether because they’re disillusioned about it (don’t meet your heroes, eh), because they’re just getting used to it, because it’d be awkward, they reserve it when they’re asked about it, in shorter commentaries. Neymar didn’t. Quite the contrary; it’s like playing with Messi only heightened his esteem for the other’s abilities, and to this admiration of the professional side, a personal layer of first-hand appreciation, by becoming a teammate and a friend, was added. Ten years later, placing a bet on Neymar name-dropping Messi on his interviews remains the safest money gambling you’ll do in your life, alongside betting on Pep doing the same (Pep’s odds are admittedly a bit higher, but the man is just batshit insane.) How little Neymar cares about how his admiration is perceived by others or by Leo himself, how unabashedly awed and praiseful he remained of Leo’s skills. Leo himself said he found it a bit embarrassing at times, because Neymar would say it to his face, but at the end of the day, it was just flattering and endearing to receive compliments from a friend and a fellow good player. That side of their relationship could have become, as some put it, embarrassing or awkward, a star-struck teammate who never grew out of it, but because of the sheer sincere nature of both their character (albeit a transparency showing through different ways, Neymar’s being the most flashy) – a trait that seemed to have been key in the establishment of their friendship – they managed to make it simply impossible for it to be embarrassing. They’re completely candid with the other about that, have been since day one, and the result is one of the healthiest child-turned-teammate-of-idol relationship you’ll get to witness. It’s utterly touching, and extremely human.

Brazil/Arg superstars & Countries rivalry

The other obvious aspect is the whole Brazil/Argentina dichotomy. This one is the thing that get a lot of imagination fuming on the internet due to the cinematic parallels/star crossed/movie-like narratives you can appose and romanticize. Barring every other consideration, I just think it’s so fitting it’s almost laughable. The resemblances in career path – two players from arguably the two countries the most insane about football and with the greatest football legacy, star boys turned 10 and figures of their respective selections, compared to an early age to the two ever looming figures of Maradona and Pelé (although Messi probably in a more glaring way, with Maradona himself stating outright the succession thing and Neymar’s comparisons being split between Pelé and Ronaldinho’s profiles). Their friendship threw a bridge over that eternal rivalry, bridge that became all the more obvious the more years passed and the more they became the centralizing figures for their NT and faced each other on the fields. The two teams trash each other on the ground, but respect prevail between players – not just Neymar and Leo, btw, that goes for seemingly every player, given that a lot of them crosses paths with each other at club level. In any case, I believe that mutual respect condenses itself in the 10’s relationship. The video of Leo refusing to engage in a song mocking Brazil (2023 Arg-Panama WC celebration) (keeping in mind trash-singing culture is widespread in Latin America, much more so than Europe; singing such songs isn’t necessarily personal, it’s just… tradition, and especially when you’re Brazil and Argentina and you just beat the other) and in another instance (after the 2021 Copa America) actively discouraging teammates to drop the subject tells you everything you need to know about the amount of care/respect the both of them hold each other to.

Mentor

There’s the whole mentoring role to it, too. When Neymar arrived in 2013 in the team, Leo had established himself already. Puyol, Xavi, Iniesta, all remained the older mentors of the team, but in term of talent and path, it kind of became obvious that Neymar could become Leo’s protegee the same way Leo was Dinho’s. The first steps were hesitants, as we all know, what with Neymar needing time to fit in a whole new league and continent, the infamous locker room chat, but after a year or so the ball got rolling (ha-ha). Imo, eventually (perhaps not in the first years, but from 2015/2016, at least after the 2014 WC) Leo seemed to have fully settled/grew into this kind of mentor-mentality and wanted to help Neymar get his BO and stuff. That’s partly why the 2017 departure could have left a bitterness aftertaste or at least a feeling of failure to have completely achieved what Dinho did on his part. See how eager he was to help Ousmane when Dembélé arrived.

Complementary play and MSN balance

On the football side, I mean. Not much to say. They’re probably the two guys with the biggest reserve of pure, raw talent of the 21st century (I mean from 2000 til 2023, as far as we know). It’s ridiculous how those two guys ended up playing together. At 20 years old, people were asking if Messi was one of the greatest players of all time, and at 21 years old, Ronaldinho said that Neymar would surpass Messi. Talent doesn’t necessarily equal chemistry on field, tho (cough side glance at you know where cough), yet they made it work, thanks to Luis who provided the final balance for it all. Funnily enough, people always praise MSN as being completely devoid of ego, as if they’re some kind of saints individually, but that’s not true. They have some ego, they’re just good dudes. Ego isn’t a bad personality trait. Most top athletes have it, it pushes you. Those guys just knew where to place it, how to handle it, and they were just too good of persons individually, and too good friends mutually. They were selfless with each other, and it was so damn refreshing to see, and it's something that perpetuates still at PSG.

Physical proximity/chemistry

Do you hear that? That’s the horde of Ao3 writers barreling towards, foam at their mouth and keyboards at their fingers, wide eyed. Quick, shut the door. Oh wait, I’m one of them. YOU’RE TRAPPED. HAHA.

Na, about that, it’s just of those things that happen. Their chemistry and instinct to touch is obvious, if the hundredths of pictures and compils with Ariana Grande screaming Save Your Tears in the background wasn’t enough to pass the hint. But honestly, there’s nothing more to see here. Some players get more physical than others, just because. Some people get more physical than others, just because. That’s chemistry. Football, like all sports, take you from the lowest point just to lift you up with an adrenaline rush the very next minute. Unlike other sports, however, it’s a team sport, so you play, you work through it, you win, you celebrate not alone, but with other people. Much more so when you’re working as a unit, like Neymar and Messi were with Suarez as the forwards, tuning to each other’s mind/bodies to get the chemistry running and the goals flowing.

Seeing them together uncannily reminded me of one of my own relationship with someone in my entourage. We disliked each other, and then kind of overnight, unexpectedly, became friends, and started touching each other. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, it was innocent in all forms, but there was just this instinctive, mindless move of putting arms around each other’s shoulders, holding hands, or whatever. There was genuinely nothing to see here, it’s just the way our friendship/relationship worked. It’s an intrinsic part of it, a constant. Touching holds more than a thousand words. You can imagine how such a medium of communication is exalted through sports, where physicality is everywhere and the first language everyone speaks.

Whether in 2015 or 2022, take any video, they’re always going to be jumping to each other. There’s some degrees of variation; sometimes, most times, it’s to celebrate, it’s euphoric and lively and flying about, others it’s a touch on the shoulder, the hair, the waist. Whether as a teammate checking on the other because of an injury (generally it was due to Neymar being bodied by opposition players), diffusing a situation (Neymar getting worked up over another player), as friends gossiping, as opposite players (Leo asking for a yellow on Ney and then both touching to level the situation), a hug or touch on the thigh (2015 UCL celebration), a gentle touch on a knee during training for no other reason than it’s a natural instinct and it’s an relationship in which it’s normal, whatever. Sometimes they hug to celebrate, sometimes it’s loaded (see 2021 CA final). I can’t explain it, just browse about and you’ll see plenty. It’s also the eyes — Neymar can be caught looking unabashedly at Leo with the same adoration as a kid. His platonic passion is just one of a kind. Leo will be found staring amused, tender or just lost in thought. It’s endearing. The eyes, chico. Once again; it just works.

There’s not much to see or read here, it’s just because it is. Marco Verratti doesn’t have a relationship as personal with them as they do and yet the fucker will always find a way to touch them thighs or shoulders – because some people are just physical like that. Also because he’s an Italian hooker. But that’s a whole other story. Ramos and Modric have insane chemistry in the same way. A handful of teammates pairs have that kind of thing going.

They also don’t convey it like the other people they’re physically close to. You just watch Messi and Suarez interact and touch (and they do! A lot!) and it’s not the same as when Neymar and Messi do. Messi and Agüero, Messi and Piqué (cough), Messi and Pedri, Neymar and Mbappé, Neymar and Dani Alves, Neymar and the whole fucking world cause he’s that touchy mf. Each one of these ways of touching tell the depths and subtleties of the relationship lying behind, you could ramble hours about two people like I’m doing but at the end of the day you just look at how the both of them touch and look, and you get it. (i direct you to cara's blog!)

It works for them, as it works for lots of human beings. We touch to convey stuff. They lived through tough and euphoric times with their club, had the weight of the two arguably most prestigious football selections on their shoulders, went through boring training sessions, flights, team drama, tax evasion stuff (cue laughter), they’ve been evolving in the same world of money, public and fast-paced life for years. Add to that the personal relationship - friends, teammates, mentors, opposites, etc. They’re on a common understanding ground. They touch. That’s the wordless language.

Extrovert/introvert

The extrovert introvert thing, blabla. It’s just endlessly entertaining to see them interact because it seems like a stark contrast on paper, but in reality, they kinda even each other out. Neymar is his usual outgoing, ray of sunshine (Galtier’s words, not mine), fidgeting, energy-filled dude, and Leo’s calm, dealing with his shit on his own terms, perfectly okay with not talking, but also perfectly okay with gossiping and joking about. That’s one of the most underrated aspects to their friendship, imo. It just seems, from 2013 to now, that they just have tremendous fun being around each other. It’s not the same kind of energetic, very showy-pranksty-physically fun you can see Neymar have with other Brazilians or Suarez or Mbappé etc, because of Leo’s character, it happens in a different way (the energies match differently). Whether at Barca, on an international pitch or at PSG, each time they are seen being around each other, you just know there’s gonna be a picture of them cracking up over dumb shit. Every time. Clockwork. It’s kinda amazing lmfao.

The 2017 – 2021 era

Now you’d think they’d be close during their days at FCB because of circumstances; you have a coworker, you surprisingly get along fine, you become friends, then one of you leave works, and slowly but surely the relationship or wish to reunite get fainter and fainter. It’s just something we experience a lot, and it’s also something you see in football a lot due to transfers (cue that tumblr post about a player transfering is like selling your child). Players become friends, friendships get severed because of space and time and the impossible schedule. The thing with Ney and Leo is that all throughout 2017 – 2021, they not only seemed to have maintained a friendship, but above all a fierce wish to play with each other again. Multiple accounts from that period of time say Leo reportedly asked for Neymar to be brought back by the board each time they asked which improvements/suggestions the players (and esp Leo, given his influence at FCB) would give. Neymar stated multiple times and publicly (in a typical Neymar fashion) that he wanted to play with Leo again. It’s like they’d found the perfect partnership, on and off the pitch, and they were both wanting it again.

The Barça to PSG transition

Now the PSG era!! It's quite fascinating, for you could consider the dynamics to have been inversed: Leo was the one arriving, Neymar was the experienced one on these grounds. There’s no football mentorship going on, for Neymar didn't have to teach Leo how to play, Leo having enough experience to just about integrate himself anywhere, but there is the mentorship in adapting, if you will – to a new league, new country, new teammates. Similarities in situation plastered everywhere, eight years later. You can kind of see why it can be easy to go mad at how this entire relationship do seem like a written story filled with parallels cause the author is so keen on it.

In the first year, Leo was seen hanging with the Latam - Neymar, Paredes, Di Maria, Icardi etc - (and Marco Verratti, cause the short fucker is just likeable like that) to the point where there really seemed to be "clans" within the locker rooms. I don't think it's necessarily true, rather it was just a bunch of close friends (two of which he'd just won the Copa América with) and shameless admirers of him who were all too eager to help him adapt, esp given Leo's character - he just isn't one to take the first step towards others, normally, even less so in a foreign country/club where locker rooms dynamics are already up and going. I don't remember which PSG ex player said he was quiet in his corner and didn't make no waves. Then after Di Maria and Paredes' departure, it seems Neymar really took on that role.

See the videos of training or games from 2021 – 2023, a rough 80% of the time they remain glued to each other, with others tagging along (Verratti esp). They do the exercises together, they warm up alongside, they go in and out of the pitch talking, they wait talking (see : the Riyadh XI game). The difference with FCB times are quite stark: in Barça they would have other friends to be around to here and there - Suarez, Busquets, Alba, Piqué, Alves - while it seems at PSG they're revolving around each other. Not that Neymar doesn't have friends; he's befriended the whole locker room, but he did once slip in whatever interview that Paris had never managed to be really home. It's nothing dramatic, but an interesting insight. Leo on the other hand is perhaps not very interested in entertaining personal relationships with the other players outside of professionalism – once again Verratti seems to be an exception, they stick a lot together esp since Neymar’s injury —, so it’s just natural. So it was about falling back/gravitating around the most familiar thing you could find, made all the more obvious after the Di Maria/Paredes departure. They know each other, it’s a relationship of transparency and trust (as aforementioned) and fun, and they'd always wanted to play with each other again. At that point, it's not a new friendship where they just know each other for two years on surface, are unsure about each other, or prompt to unstability or smth. They've been friends for a decade. They've been through very emotional moments in club and in nation (2021 CA Final), it's not just being coworkers. Old habits die hard, etc. Imo the core of the relationship didn't change, but the setting and circumstances did add closeness to them - Leo is just fine/most comfortable being with Neymar and Verratti mostly, and the two are too happy to oblige because they love him. Makes for a wonderful midget trio, of which we unfortunately didn't get enough.

Conclusion

I like it. As you could probably guess from the Bible-length commentary I just pumped out. It’s just refreshing to see a relationship as genuine as these two, seemingly coming out of the blue, that somehow continued through time and space separation. The absurd resilience of such bound makes it seems so effortless for them to be friends, due to the fundamentally good/true nature of their respective characters, and I treasure it dearly, even more so after having followed/seen other friendships from different players be broken up over shit. It’s a caring, genuine, trusting, tender, fun, complicit relationship, and one I think will go on beyond the end of their football careers – in other forms.