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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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Can you write the reaction of skz to reader being sexually harassed (only if you are comfortable)?

BTW, I love your stories babies 😘

Hi sunshine, thank you for your request. I don't know the background and I don't need to but I'm hoping you are safe and feeling loved. <3 Also, thank you so much!!

I gave it a try, hope you like it :)

Chan.

Chan would do his best to hide his overwhelm but it would get to him eventually. He’s an empathetic man – making sure you’re taken care of (physically and mentally) are his priorities, so he would be there for you. He’d listen to you and wipe away your tears, never pressuring you to tell him more than you’re ready for. He would love you even more and admire your strength but at night when you’re lightly snoring on his chest? He’d be lying wide awake trying to understand how something like this could happen. Pondering on existential questions like why would a man do that? Why did this happen to you? How badly are you scarred from that experience and is there anything he could do to help you heal? He’d be pondering on those questions for a while, silently, trying to figure out a way to shield you from all the scum that is waiting on the outside.

Changbin.

Changbin would be cool about it – listening and consoling you, reassuring you that you are the love of his life, and nothing would ever change that. But internally he’d be cooking. He’d be filled with anger at everyone and everything, hating the world tremendously for hurting you. He’d move into the gym, working out even more to grow stronger for you. He’d accompany you to every appointment, holding your hand and providing safety for you. He’d be checking up on you constantly, getting possessive and controlling in concerning ways. He’d turn into your Siamese twin so you would never have to be in that situation again, not under his watch.

Minho.

Minho would have a lot of trouble being there for you at first because his emotions would get the best of him. He can be very vindicative, evil even and he wouldn’t hesitate to demolish the motherfucker that did this to you. Minho would even go as far as beating him to mush, you would be the one stopping him from committing murder. To him, it’s more of a thing of revenge and anguish. Minho would drop his emotional turmoil instantly when he’d see the terrified look in your glassy eyes. He’d curse himself for making you fearful, adding to the already existing anxiety you felt all the time. He’d hold you close to his heart, shielding you from everything. But ever since you told him he would analyze everyone, especially men, shooting daggers at them if they’re coming too close to you.

Hyunjin.

Hyunjin wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, in fact he would drop the topic altogether. Did he drop it from his mind though? Absolutely not. Weeks after you told him about the assault, you found various canvas filled with the darkest colors, depicting the most disturbing sceneries and patterns. Hyunjin would have nightmares ever since you told him, but he wouldn’t know how to express his feelings to you. Instead of sleeping, he’d start painting – giving the nightmares a stage, hoping to get rid of them that way. After a while, he’d start drawing lighter colors and more hopeful styles, portraying the heroic epos you had underwent. He’d be embarrassed when you’d find them; what kind of boyfriend communicates via paintings instead of words? Yet for you, that was more than enough.

Jisung.

Jisung would cry, he would literally bawl his eyes out. He would not mean to, but he couldn’t handle the torture you had to go through and are still suffering from today. He wished he was the brave boyfriend that you could rely on, instead you were the one consoling him. He’d reminded you of you shortly after it had happened – filled with anger and ambush. Why was life so unfair? Jisung would flee under the covers with you, holding your hand while calming himself down by breathing. He’d trace your knuckles with your fingers and listen to the sounds of the rain against your windows.

Felix.

Felix would give you the tightest hug known to mankind. Those kinds of hugs that make you gasp for air, so tight that you will see stars after a while. You’d feel his tears on the top of your head, even though he’d try to hide them. Felix would be eternally grateful for you sharing this with him, displaying your vulnerabilities is like a love language to him. He’d kiss you sweetly and whisper the most loving compliments into your ear. He’d be complimenting you on your strength and the way you handled things so gracefully, especially after enduring those horrors. He’d be talking to you about it like a friend would – compassionate and kind. He wouldn’t want you to hide those things or worse, feel small because of them. If any, you were even greater to him.

Seungmin.

Seungmin would laugh in your face, thinking that you’d be bullshitting him. You know how sometimes both of you take it too far? Yeah, not this time. His face would turn white from shock, eyes as big as the moon as realization hit him that you were indeed sexually assaulted. He’d be tongue-tied for the next minutes, not knowing how to react the right way. You’d see his brain ratter, thinking of ways to be there for you. Finally, he’d blurt out the truth: “I don’t know how to react to this, y/n.” You’d only ask him one question, the only one that mattered to you. “Do you think less of me? Do you think I’m disgusting?” Seungmin would body slam you on the bed, taking your head in between his hands and pledging his undying love for you. “Nothing would make me love you less, baby. Nothing.”

I.N

I.N would look at you for a while before saying anything. You couldn’t analyze the weird look in his eyes as you told him about your past though. Was it disgust? Confusion? Anger? Turns out I.N would know exactly how you felt, because he had gone through the same thing. He’d be big spooning you for hours, his chin on your shoulder as he’d listen to you recalling your experience. You’d switch positions when it would be his turn, knowing that it’d be easier admitting the shame without facing another. After both of you would be done, you’d be facing each other while holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes. “I know this sounds strange, but I somehow feel closer to you now, y/n.” Admitting your past to I.N would turn into a very peculiar bonding experience, one that would strengthen your relationship even more.

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frenziedfireworks · 9 months

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hello!! you’ve easily become one of my favorite writers<3 i have a request and it’s fred x reader :)

basically, fred wants to confess to the reader who is also his best friend, but has been too nervous actually say anything. the yule ball was just announced recently and he thought this could’ve been the perfect opportunity. he had a whole plan going on how he was going to ask them, but reader ends up getting asked to the yule ball by somebody else in front of fred. maybe he could quickly shut it down with a “she’s going with me” which results in a lot of confusion and then the confession (when they are alone)

if this is too specific i’m sorry❤️😭

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary : Fred ignores the existence of the ball until it's too late and his dear Y/N gets asked.

A/N : Thank you so much!! I hope this is what you wanted. It was such a lovely idea and I was actually working on another story with the Yule Ball. Great timing!!

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Fred was your best friend. That was all. Or at least that is what you told yourself every night as you were plagued with romantic thoughts. It was torture really, and the upcoming ball did not help one bit.

“Y/N come join us.” Fred grinned and patted next to him. You rolled your eyes at his wild look and sat against the bench. You poured yourself water as Fred piled food onto your plate.

“You wouldn’t believe the night George and I had. Ridiculous really. Filch chased us halfway across the castle before giving up. Don’t know where the old coot gets the energy.” Fred nudged at George and they both nodded.

“Crazy. We plan to blow up his room as a little thanks in return.” George smirked and got back to his food. You only rolled your eyes at the comment.

A loud gasp was heard at the Gryffindor and you turned to the scene. One of your fellow classmates was getting asked to the ball. It was sweet and you couldn’t help but think about if Fred would ask you. It was a longshot with how popular he was but.. It couldn’t hurt to fantasize.

“That’s cute.” You smile and Fred just groans.

“I swear there’s a couple getting together every five minutes.” You only snorted at Fred’s antics and got up.

“Well I think it’s nice. I’m off to class.” You said as you walked away. Part of you wanted to hint to Fred that you wished he would ask you but that was unheard of. You were best friends! You didn’t want to hold him back from finding a date.. Even if it hurt your heart to think about.

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Later that day you sat outside as George and Fred played with fireworks. You had a lot of classwork to catch up on and the cool weather calmed your frantic mind.

“Y/N! Look at this!” Fred shouted as a firework zipped past your face. He moved it around in his hand before throwing it to George with a wink.

“Wow. So impressive Fred.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. It was always nice to hangout with the twins, even if you weren’t doing the same thing. Your fingers skimmed the reading material as a Dumstrang boy passed. You could feel his gaze and looked up. He gave you a small wave and wink before walking away.

“What was that all about?” Fred questioned.

“Not a clue. I don’t know who that is.”

“Not a clue you say. Well obviously he knew you.” George wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. I’ve never seen that man in my life.”

Your mind raced with thoughts. Who was that guy? You had to assume he was messing with you or someone you had run across before. You could’ve sworn you had never talked to any of the Durmstrang boys though. A firework shot past your face and you jumped a bit.

“Fred!”

“Sorry darling.”

–

It had been two days since the boy had flirted with you. Since then he had decided to up the ante, sending you sweets and notes. It had shocked you that some random boy would go to those lengths for you. It was kind, really, but it would never be Fred. Speaking of which, he was currently clinging to your side for dear life.

“I don’t get why that guy keeps coming up to you. Are you lying about knowing him?” Fred narrowed his eyes as Durmstrang boys passed.

“Why would I lie?” You smacked the ginger lightly and rolled your eyes. “Come on. I want to go eat.” You tugged him along towards George.

“Hey you two.” George started. Fred stayed silent as he sulked and you gave him a wave.

“Y/N!” You almost jumped at the sudden voice and looked up to see your admirer.

“Oh.. Hello!” You mustered up and could feel Fred’s sharp glare from a mile away.

“Yes hello. I would like to ask.. Would you accompany me to the ball?” He smiled and your heart sank. You didn’t have a date but some deep part of you really wanted to go with Fred. Not that he had bothered to ask you.

“Oh.. That’s very kind-”

“That’s very kind but they’re coming with me. Sorry mate.” Fred piped up and your eyes went wide. You.. were going with him?

“Oh right.” The boy bowed and began to walk off.

“Why would you say that Fred! Nobody has asked me to the ball. That could’ve been my chance.” You growled and he groaned.

“He’s not the type of guy you want to go out with Y/N. Trust me.” Your body filled with rage at this comment and you stood up.

“How would you know? You don’t know what’s good for me or not!” You stomped your way out of the great hall, tears threatening to spill.

–

It had been a day since Fred and you had the argument. You had been very distraught and confused but didn’t want to go running back to him. After all, he was the one in the wrong.

“Y/N!” You hear George from behind you and you turn.

“What George?” You exasperate. You were not in the mood for his teasing antics with everything going on.

“Fred wants to talk to you. He’s in the old classroom.” George told you and left no room for conversation, running away.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself as you turned. You had an abandoned classroom to get to.

Your hand pulled at the door and you were met with Fred pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry dear. I really am.” He whispered against your ear. As you pulled away from the sudden embrace you noticed his red cheeks. You couldn’t help but think he was adorable when he was embarrassed which happened very rarely.

“Why Fred?” Your hand rubbed at his as you looked up.

“I.. I didn’t want you going with him. I want you to go with me. I know it was selfish and-”

“I want to go with you.” You interrupted and Fred’s mouth spread into a grin.

“You want to go with me?”

“Yes. That is what I just said.” You retorted and Fred launched himself into your arms.

“Oh Y/N.. I’m honored.” The boy gave you a smirk as his hand rubbed at your jaw. You could feel yourself grow nervous underneath his strong gaze.

“Fred..”

“Yes love?” The ginger’s hand rubbed at your lips, his face leaning in close to yours. You didn’t need to say anymore, closing the gap between you two. The kiss was desperate and messy, your mouths learning which angles and sides to use. That all quickly changed as Fred’s hand roamed down your torso and gripped at your hip.

“I don’t think best friends do this darling..” He teased and you could only snort.

“Good thing you’re all mine then.”

“Am I?” He pressed and you smacked his chest. His laughter was contagious and both of you sat enjoying the moment.

“I always have been.” He whispered and your heart melted.

“And I’ve always been yours.” Fred placed a delicate kiss against your forehead and hummed.

“I know. Who wouldn’t want to be mine?”

“Fred.”

“Only joking love.”

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter imagines #weasley twins #fred weasley x you #harry potter imagine #fred weasley x reader fluff #weasley twins imagines #weasley twins imagine

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reticent-writer · 2 years

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ok so how about the hashiras meeting male reader who's also a hashira and he is like short and fast with his weapons being daggers and the hashiras don't think much of him being childlike but when fighting demons his fast and deadly his personality still childlike but blood everywhere

😁

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Walking towards kagaya's estate you wore a smile taking in your new surroundings. You had just defeated a lower moon and were made into the newest hashira.

On your way to a hashira you were ready to meet the others.

When you arrived you got looks from everyone.

"Is he really the new hashira?" Tengen gave you a pointed look as you walked in front of them and bowed.

"Yes I am Y/n, the new (element) hashira it's nice to meet you all." You said raising from the bow with a smile.

"But your just a child how could yo-" tengen was cut off by Rengoku.

"Don't judge based on looks, my friend. Y/n has successfully defeated lower moon one. I should know, I had the chance to fight along side him when he was still a Kinoe."

He was lowkey scared of you but respected you nonetheless.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

At first tengen didn't know what to think off you. He knows your not an actual child but he can't help but treat you like one

Tengen liked your spark. You never lost your smile in battle, after taking heavy hits and just laughing them off.

You were like a miny him. Twins blades and all.

When it came time for you and him to have a mission together, you took the lead.

Fought the demon like you were playing a game.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Shinobu has never seen you fight but she has patched you up after missions.

She heard from the lower ranks how terrifying you could be. They would describe in detail how you would smile while torturing demons until they beg you to kill them.

"Oh my~ How interesting."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You and Muichirou went on a lot of missions together.

Spending a lot of time around him, he gave you some of his attitude. You sit next to him during the hashira meetings.

When fighting

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Sanemi is scary but not as scary as you.

You might not have many scars but you don't need any with your very unsettling act goes 100 when fighting. After killing the demons you turn around like nothing happened and go on about your day.

He likes the fact that you can scare demons away just by looking at him. the same way he can.

Poor genya tho, though he's not going to confront you but, he does see you and sanemi a lot.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Obanai is wary of you. Mitsuri of course admired you.

The three of you went on a mission and you took care of it mainly by yourself losing your childlike personality while fighting.

Obanai was glad that you could kill demons without reading into the reasons why they were fighting.

Mitsuri on the other hand thought that you were very cute. Your mannerisms and how efficiently you took care of everything were very admirable to her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You and Giyuu barely talk. He keeps his opinions to himself most of the time.

Giyuu being the cool calm and collected person he is wasn't affected by your childish ways. He thought of it as you hold on to your innocence for as long as you could.

That changed when he saw you fight.

He liked having missions with you, they were a change of pace that he could get used to.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Gyomei was another person not rattled by your nature.

He also wasn't surprised by the way you fight in fact he was impressed.

You often trained and meditated with him. Aside from muichirou, he was your favorite to be around.

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An: midterm week is finally over. For anyone else you had test all this week I hope you did well and if your about to take tests. Take your time and go with what ever feeling right.

#male reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #child reader #x child reader #tengen x reader #rengoku x reader #giyuu x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #sanemi x reader #muichirou x reader #gyomei x reader

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gothicbabydollz · 9 months

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look what i just found 😀

I hate it, this was a hard read. I can’t tell if it’s cause i just really hate the way i was trying to write this or if it’s cause it’s about a man. Who knows.

I’m gonna post it anyway since i did promise this ages ago. I apologise if it’s not my best work.

strict!dom rowan…

to the outside world, Rowan Whitethorn is cool, collected and ferocious member of the cadre.

and that doesn’t change much behind closed doors, especially in the bedroom.

he never realised just how much he strives for control, gets off on it. Until he tapped into his dominant side.

and when you came along, the switch clicked perfectly into place. You’re so eager and so willing to listen to him

you want to be his good girl.

now, Rowan has rules. Not too many but he is strict about them

1. Manners.

If you want something from him, you ask nicely. If he’s in between your legs, has your thighs pushed back against your chest. He’s watching your pretty cunt swallow his thick fingers. Slowly slipping in and out, massaging your warm, wet walls. Curling perfectly to feel you squeeze. Desperate for release, you want more. “Please,” You’ll groan out.

“Please what, angel? What is it?” He asks so nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t stroking that one specific and delicate spot inside you. Rowan does it on purpose. Making it harder for you ask for what you’d like from him.

“F-faster! Mmph! Need you to fuck me faster, sir please.”

(this man is so sir coded istg!!)

Majority of the time, Rowan is a ‘you’ll take what I give you’ kind of male. But gods does he love hearing you beg. He’ll drag this out for a while, because one thing to know about Rowan…he’s a tease. He’ll get you whining for him before he finally gives you what you want. Thrusting his fingers into your heat at a relentless pace, cunt sloshing lewdly. You asked him so nicely, how could he refuse? Rowan‘s hand will also find its place wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. So he can feel the vibrations of your moans against the palm of his hand.

“You like that? Is this what you wanted?” He’ll ask you. Knowing you’re getting fucked too good to form a coherent answer.

Too add on, you thank him when you cum. Rowan sees this as form of appreciation for him. He can’t describe how much he enjoys feeling you cling to him as you bury your face into his skin, or look him in eye, murmuring out, broken and raspy “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you” almost like a chant.

2. Don’t act like a brat.

Aka, don’t talk back, don’t roll your eyes at him, don’t try to make him jealous, don’t try to squirm away from the pleasure he gives you rowan knows what you can handle

This one is definitely a rule you slip up on from time to time. That little masochistic devil on your shoulder loves to test Rowan’s own devil, the sadist twin.

But we’ll get into the punishments another time.

3. Don’t you dare climax without his permission.

Rowan could go for hours. Teasing you. Winding you up. Release so close you could reach out and touch yet still it’s miles away.

He’s deadly serious about this rule

And he loves making it hard for you to follow

He’ll edge you for ages, making you ride his thigh or hump his pillow while he watches, muttering all sorts of filthy remarks.

“does that feel good, huh? like rubbing yourself all over my fucking pillow? filthy girl, you want me to smell your cunt while i sleep, shit.”

“where’d my precious angel go?”

And all you can do is pant loudly, hips rutting harder and faster as you try to hide how much his words affect you

Every time he senses that you’re close and, he’ll make you stop.

He knows the signs.

By the gods, he knows you better than you know yourself.

And he loves to remind you, that through all this torture, he’s not being cruel…he just knows what’s best for you

Even if that means denying your climax until you’ve hit your breaking point, where he’ll finally take over and do exactly that…

He’ll break you.

#drabbles ❥#rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan smut #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn smut #rowan x reader #dom!rowan #throne of glass #throne of glass smut

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 months

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Not for the first time, Kim wishes he had been born an only child.

“Wik is too well known,” Kinn had said, logical as always. “It’ll raise too many questions if he suddenly disappears.”

“And it’s your fault!” adds Tankhun with an imperious huff. “If those thugs hadn’t thought he was you, they wouldn’t have taken him!”

“I wouldn’t have been taken,” Kim says, because he’s an asshole, and he really, really hates his brother. All of them, really, but especially Wik. “Maybe if Wik wasn’t so—”

“Kimhan.” Their father, this time. “Had you completed your mission, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Consider this your penance. You will act in your brother's place to ensure he is not missed, while we attempt to find him, before he’s killed.” Because of my mistake, Kim thinks.,

And that’s the end of it, really. Kim may hate his brother the way you can only hate yourself, but that doesn’t mean Kim wants him to suffer for his mistakes.

And now he’s here, strutting into Anantremeka university with a guitar across his back that he barely remembers how to play, and way too many eyes on him.

Kim tells himself it’s going to be fine. He only has to go to class for a few hours. This isn’t the first time he’s impersonated his twin. It’s been years, sure, but he slips into character… not easily, but with a kind of familiarity that makes it feel like ease.

Only a few hours.

He can do this.

***

“P’Wik! PWik!”

Kim’s face hurts from smiling. Still, he turns around to face the boy shouting his name, and once again engages a practiced, disarming smile. He knows he looks sweet, harmless, and endlessly patient for the thousandth person to come running up to him today.

“Hello,” he greets warmly. The boy comes to a crashing stop before him. His hair is messy and wild around his face—cheeks flushed, of course, embarrassed and exerted—and he’s carrying a guitar. Kim gave up on his own half-way throughout the day; he didn’t seem to need it, and he certainly wasn’t going to play it otherwise, so he’d abandoned the prop to his car during lunch.

“P’Wik,” the boy gasps. “Are you okay?”

What?

“You missed our session, and when I tried to call, you didn’t answer—” the boy twists his hands in his sleeves. Offers a sheepish smile, shyly meeting his eyes. “I—uh—I got worried? It’s okay if you were busy! I know stuff comes up, I was just…” he finishes lamely, shrugging, his smile never once wavering in the face of Kim’s stunned silence.

What, exactly, is the kind of session he apparently missed? Since when does Wik willingly spend one-on-one time with his fans?

What the fuck is going on?

“I’m sorry,” Kim says, when he realizes the silence has stretched too far, and the boy is starting to look the wrong kind of nervous. “I did. Have something come up. I would have called, but I broke my phone—I don’t have your number.”

The lie comes easily. The boy relaxes, his entire body going soft in a way that makes the predator in Kim want to bite, and he makes some confusing gestures that Kim doesn’t try to follow.

“Oh! That’s okay. As long as you’re okay, I mean, if everything is okay.”

My brother is probably being tortured because he was too incompetent to keep himself from getting kidnapped, and it’s my fault because I failed to kill the people that did it, but otherwise…

“It is.”

“Okay. Good. Cool.”

The boy—Kim really needs to find out his name, if this is someone his brother knows, and therefore Kim will be expected to spend time with—fiddles again with his sleeve. Kim slips his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to the boy.

“Give me your number?”

“Sure!” The boy takes it, eagerly typing in his contact information. Kim eyes the name when he passes it back—Porchay—and fires off a quick text so that Porchay will have his number, too. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t want this boy having access to him like that, but it’s the kind of thing Wik would do. That a normal person would do, exchanging this information like it was nothing. “Do you—I mean, we don’t have to reschedule if you’re busy—”

“I’m not. Anymore.”

“O-oh. Great! That’s great. When do you…?”

Kim mentally reviews the schedule he memorized last night. He has classes until this evening. He was going to spend the remaining hours of the day digging into his brother’s disappearance, even though Kinn assured him it was being handled by their own staff.

He could just… skip his afternoon class. It would serve his brother right, tarnishing his perfect reputation just a little bit. Tankhun would never forgive him, though.

“This evening,” Kim sighs. “Five o’clock?”

“That works! Do you want to meet in the studio again?”

“Yes.” Kim will need to find out which studio, exactly, they’ve been using. His brother has access to several.

“Okay. I’ll see you, then! Thank you, P’Wik!”

Then just as quickly as Porchay collided with Kim, he’s bouncing away again, and Kim finally registers he isn’t wearing the university uniform. Instead he was dressed in a light blue shirt with BOC International emblazoned on the chest. Kim waits until he’s out of sight to google the emblem; it’s a high school.

What are you doing, Wik?

#cookie writes #kimchay #wik and Kim are twins #i think they haven't talked in years #Wik left the family but Kim stayed #also there's more to Wik than anyone realizes #he's not as helpless as they think #Kim is bitter tho and totally thinks he and chay are fucking #until he shows up and realizes it's even worse: guitar tutoring #Kim is gonna princess and the pauper his way through this fic #falling in love the whole time #but then wik comes back #and kim is afraid to tell Chay the truth #thinking Chay won't want him if he's not the idol chay's obsessed with #kim is a sad jealous insecure little gremlin

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Hii, love your work!! would you do any headcanons for aegon? or a aegon/aemond/reader-headcanon

Thanks!! I'm gonna go with Aegon (maybe some Aemond) for this one, because I have THOUGHTS:

You know that couple that fights in the middle of a grocery store parking lot, but then goes on Instagram and posts things like "hubby took me out last night! #loml #rideordie #couplegoals #mykinghisqueen'? Yeah, that's you and Aegon.

Y'all are a plague on the Targaryen household. Alicent has so much trouble keeping you two from being TOO out there, you know? When she hears you both started a butt-naked horse race through the Street of Silk, she has to scold both of you. Yes, you're both hungover, and yes, it really was a win-win situation in the end.

You both love playing drinking games. Whether with other people at a brothel or tavern, or in your royal apartments during dinner. You guys enjoy being in each other's company. Everybody else is so boring, and don't know how to have the kind of fun you both have.

You were forced to marry by your parents, since that's what Targaryens do, so you both thought you'd make the best of it. Neither of you is entirely keen on being a ruler. You both hate court life, having to be present at boring occasions and having to listen to courtly rules. You preferred the freedom of city, where coin mattered more than name.

You guys talk about travelling, and do go on small progresses around Westeros, but you both mainly stay in King's Landing. You liked being amongst the people, living like they do, rather than having to always be around waiting on dumb court things.

Couples who shade together, stay together. You each like standing in the corner of a room at formal events and just dissing people quietly to one another. "Have you seen how leathery looking Lady Manderly is? Is that normal?" "I don't think so. She looks like a bag." *clink glasses and snicker*

You guys do have your soft moments. Whenever you're both too drunk to physically do anything, you both start reminiscing about your youth and things that happened recently. It becomes a real heart to heart when you start talking about your parents (take that how you will). He's really tortured on the inside, and doesn't exactly know the best way to handle it, like Aemond. He doesn't like that his mother pushes him so much, and it never seems to be enough. His father hasn't named him heir in twenty-years, so why was Mother so adamant you behave a certain way? He believes he isn't worthy, isn't enough. Then, you come over to him, kissing him softly, whispering that he is.

You have your occasional drunken spats (grocery store parking lot). It usually starts with a misunderstanding or a miscommunication somewhere in the middle. You're both usually super drunk or severely hung over. After tensions cool several hours later, you participate in some very steamy, passionate, rough sex.

Servants of the Red Keep can only recall two Big Fights: after the servant girl Dyana, and when you heard about the child fights. The poor serving girl begged for your forgiveness, crying and telling you what your husband had done. You comforted the girl, giving her over to your lady-in-waiting, before STORMING her bed chamber where Aegon laid fast asleep. Those who can be trusted claim that Prince Aegon tried his best not to wince or limp after several shouts, broken items, and painful screams came from your bed room. You assured your mother that you and Aegon participated in some 'rough play', but really, you kicked the shit out of him. Aegon has not done it again since.

Big Fight Two was after Ser Arryck informed you of your husband's whereabouts. You'd spent some girls' time with Helaena, her twins, and the children you and Aegon shared. You were horrified when you learned what exactly went on in the pit, and what the children were forced to do. Once again, Aegon felt the wrath of the dragon inside you. You didn't speak to him for weeks. You'd never felt so ashamed to be his wife in that moment. You made a motion to the small council to stop the fights and reform the city watch to get rid of the men taking bribes, but...nothing ever happened, because men are in power and they suck.

When it comes to people outside your relationship, you both can be very protective. You'd scratch out the eyes of anyone who hurts Aegon, and he'd punch anyone who dares slander your name. He can't do much, but Aegon enjoys thinking he can fight and who are you to crush his dreams?

Aegon KNOWS how to satisfy you. He's learned your body inside and out, and is eager to please you. He's a sub. He's a boy with mommy and daddy issues who wants to make his one favorite person happy. He enjoys being tied down while you tease him with your lips, tongue and hands. He'd tremble, and blush, and whimper for more before you finally decide he's been a good boy.

***

The times you've considered Aemond, nothing has ever come from it. You've drunkenly offered yourself to him on the nights he carries you to bed, since Aegon is too drunk to do it. He'd laid you down on your sheets before you grabbed his collar and brought him down to you.

You kissed him, hard and deep. You thought he might've given in for a second before he pushed away. He said you were his brother's wife; it would be wrong. You then mentioned in the eyes of The Seven, everything Targaryen did was wrong. There are records upon records of The Faith and House Targaryen being at odds. One little night together wouldn't hurt.

You brought him close again, but he gave another firm 'no' and you dropped it.

The next time came when you watched him and Aegon train in the yard. Aegon sometimes came out for exercise or because you forced him out of bed early, so why not? You kept your eyes trained on Aemond, seeing his tall figure move so swiftly around Ser Cole. How can he move that fast? He's so tall and big! You wondered what else was big ;)

While Aegon went off somewhere, you approached your younger brother. Seeing the flirtatious glint in your eye, he immediately said 'no'.

"You don't even know what I was going to say?"

"I can tell. No, Y/N."

"It'll be fun, though."

"I said 'no'."

"Fine. But, it's always on the table...unless you want it somewhere else."

And that was the end of that, but...maybe like...every so often...you might be thinking of Aemond when Aegon's the one beating your kitty up. He's big. Yeah, he's gotta be. Why else would he keep it a secret??

A/N: hope you liked this one! I've never really done headcannon stuff like this, since I'm so used to writing a fic instead, so this was a fun challenge. Literally just thoughts, not a lot of filter for this one. Thanks for requesting!

Feel free to send them in!

#aegon targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon the elder #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines

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meguwumibear · 1 year

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Revelation(s)

Summary: You look up and there before you is a pale man. His name is Nai and his companion is the knife. He seeks authority over the planet, to kill the spiders so that the butterflies may survive...or Nai finds you literally buried in the sand and decides to spare your life for unclear reasons.

Word Count: 2,900

Warning: character injury (mentions of blood), knives (obviously), Tesla’s backstory (nongraphic torture and what happens to their body after), i think that’s everything but let me know if i missed something!

Notes: If you’re all caught up with tristamp there are no spoilers! Takes place before Vash and the gang make it to July.

Nights in No Man’s Land are cool. Mornings are filled with stagnant heat from the planet’s sun. The warmth from the great red giant is oppressive. Its rays burn and blister the skin. Unforgiving and unrelenting, the days here are marred by sweat, liquid hot.

You read somewhere long ago in a book about lost technology that moons were once thought to control the tides. The sea and its waters ebbed and flowed, swayed by the pull of something far, far away. There are no seas in No Man’s Land. No waves to crest and fall. Here, on this dry, barren planet, the oceans are made of the sand and her dunes, moved only by the worms beneath it, not some heavenly body from above.

Still, maybe the five moons of this planet are trying to move and sway something, for there’s a gentle breeze when they’re out that simply isn’t there in the morning. It’s that cool, gentle breeze that you find comfort in this night. You are trapped, half buried in the sand, held there by a collapsed metal beam, but at least you can see the stars.

There’s a nasty gash on your forehead just above your left eye. Blood’s been steadily trickling into the thing for hours, obstructing your vision. The wound stung when you first got it. Now it’s just numb. The only proof you have now of the injury are the ruby red droplets slipping slower and slower down your skin.

The night is quite save for your labored breathing. You figure it won’t be long now.

Footsteps. Somewhere behind you. The metal beam pushing down on your stomach prevents you from turning to look. You wouldn’t have had the energy to even if you wanted. Besides, you’re so far gone it’s possible there aren’t actually any footsteps at all.

A shadow. A silhouette made visible by the moon light. Someone is here and they are looming over your slumped form.

“Pathetic,” comes a disembodied voice. The part of you that remains lucid swears you’ve heard it before.

“Vash?” you ask. Is it possible? Had your traveling companion come back for you.

“Not quite,” the voice tuts.

Then he’s in front of you, large and looming like the horsemen of death. You recognize him and you don’t. His build and frame are familiar, but even in the darkness you can tell this isn’t your Vash. It’s the eyes that make the difference. They’re bitter and angry. Icy and cold like the breeze that’s been soothing you.

“So this is what my brother has been up to,” the man muses. “Traipsing around with you and your ilk. Some days I swear he’s just as pathetic as you.”

Brother. You suppose that makes sense, though the Vash you knew never spoke of a twin.

“Well?” he’s demanding. “Got anything to say for yourself?”

“I don’t know where Vash is.”

He crouches so that he’s eye level with you and rolls his eyes. “I don’t remember asking. I’m not here for him. I’m not ready for him yet.”

Your face scrunches, “What-”

His fingers wind their way through your hair, gripping it so tightly you feel like a puppet pulled by a string. He forces your face closer to his own so that he can inspect you properly. When he survey’s you, his eyes are sharp, like those of a hawk catching sight of its prey. You manage to stare back with your good eye, the one that isn’t pooling with blood, though there must be something wrong with that one too because the man before you is fuzzy, blurred and misshapen, like a picture out of focus.

When he drops you suddenly, your head lulls to the side.

“Pathetic,” he repeats. “I don’t get what he sees in you weak little creatures. I mean, look at you, in this bad of shape due to a little blood loss. What do you think, hmm? Should I leave you here to bleed out drop after agonizing drop, or should I just ago ahead and finish you off?”

There’s a sound, a burst of light, and the man before you is engulfed in a tornado of something sharp and silver. It takes a minute for your brain to process what it’s seeing: millions and millions of swirling knives.

Your eyes widen, “What are you?”

The monster before you smiles, “An independent.”

And then your world goes black.

***

When you wake, it’s into a deep darkness. It’s so dark in fact, you figure you’ve either actually died or been struck blind. With some effort, you manage to peel open your eyes. The room you’re in is unfamiliar. As you sit, a wave of pain cascades down your back and spine. So not dead or blind, then, for death surely cannot be this painful.

There’s a man in the room with you. The same one as before. The one who wears Vash’s face.

“What do you know of Eden?” he asks you. Clutched in his lithe fingers is a thick paperback book, the spine worn with read. The Bible, you realize. His eyes never leave the page.

“The garden?” you ask, your voice hoarse. It strikes you suddenly how thirsty you are.

He rolls his eyes and snaps the books shut. “Yes, the garden. What do you know of it?”

You consider him now that his eyes are on you. There’s a strange look in them that you can’t quite place. Something serious and dangerous.

Your family wasn’t pious. There was a church in the small town you grew up in, but people hardly ever attended. Even the priest spent more time drinking than preaching. Still, you somehow think your answer to his question may determine just how long you get to remain breathing, so you say, “It was supposed to be a paradise for the first humans, but a creature tempted Eve with a fruit forbidden and after she convinced Adam to eat it with her, they were cast out.”

He nods, smiles.

“A world without humans.”

He seems fond of the idea.

“Is that your goal?” you ask him. “A world without humans? A new Eden.”

He stands to leave, “I doubt a thing like you could understand.”

***

A man with hair the color of the sky on a cloudless day brings you some food and water, grumbling to himself about babysitting though he doesn’t stay more than a minute, practically flinging the tray of food onto your bedside table before stomping and storming away.

“Legato,” Nai will tell you later, not long after he gifts you his own name. “He was my first.”

“First what?” you ask between bites of food. You’d refused it at first, but Nai hadn’t liked that. Started ranting and raving about how he didn’t go through all the trouble of having his doctor save your stupid life just for you to throw it away in some half-hearted hunger strike.

(When you asked him why he had chosen to save you, he had no answer).

Nai ignores your question—as he often does—to ask you one of his own. He seems to like to question you, though you’re not sure what you’re on trial for. Your humanity it often seems. “What do you know about plants?”

You shrug from the bed you haven’t managed to leave in days. The doctor worked miracles to repair your back and legs, but they remained mostly lost to you. Stiff and unsteady.

“They’re the source of our water on No Man’s Land.”

He’s sitting reclined in a chair, elbow propped up on the arm rest, two fingers next to his eye, a thumb below his chin as he observes you. The ease and nonchalance at which he studies you makes your blood boil with rage. He’s right to feel so unthreatened by you. You are only human after all. What could you possibly do to creature like him?

“Where do they get it?” he asks, tone bored yet undercut with something sinister.

You sigh, closing your eyes to pinch at the brink of your nose. “I don’t know, Nai.”

He’s smiling when you look at him again, as if he’s caught you somehow. You’ve clearly given him the answer he sought.

“Have you ever seen one?”

You shake your head.

“Would you like to?”

***

You don’t understand what you’re looking at. Surely, this floating white sphere in a tank cannot be what has kept the people of the planet fed and watered for nearly a century or more. At first, you think you may be looking at a gigantic filter, but then the sphere begins to unfurl and you’re left with more questions than answers.

Still, Nai is looking expectantly at you, waiting for your reaction, so you say, “They’re beautiful.”

Which is true. The creature before you is pale and soft like the moons of the planet, shining and shimmering with an almost blinding white light. It has a head and body not unlike your own: two arms, two legs. And then, of course, there are the wings.

“They’re kin.”

You look from Nai to the creature and start to piece parts of the puzzle together. “You’re related to them. You and Vash both. You’re plants.”

“Independents,” he corrects. “There’s a difference.”

He’s staring intensely at you now, arms crossed, icy eyes burning holes through your soul. It takes you some time to realize that he wants you to figure it out, so you give it your best guess, “Independents can exist outside this container.”

There go his eyes. Rolling. They never seem to stay still when he’s with you. “Obviously. Dig deeper. How come I can stand here before you and they can’t?” His tone is condescending and patronizing. He scolds you like a teacher does a disappointing pupil.

“You’re…” you try again, determined not to be disappointing, “sentient?”

He nods lightly yet encouragingly. “Go on.”

“You and Vash,” you continue slow and unsure. “You’re more alive than them somehow. More aware. Conscious and able to make more decisions.”

“Perceptive girl,” Nai hums. You think he might be complimenting you, though his facial expression remains strikingly neutral.

He may be pleased at your perceptiveness, but a creeping unsettledness suddenly begins to worm its way into your heart. “Plants…” you muse aloud. Nai is watching you. Waiting to see what epiphany, if any, you have next. “We humans called you that. That’s the name we gave you. Is it accurate?”

“What do you think?”

You frown. You think this thing in the tank looks an awful lot like an angel.

“Can they consent?” you ask him suddenly. “Do they know what’s happening to them?”

He’s smiling now, something wide and toothy and predatory like you’re a fly he’s caught in his well woven web. He asks you again. “What do you think?”

You think, begrudgingly, that whatever these plants are, you’d die without them.

***

“Are there others?” you ask him one day.

By now you’ve learned where you are: an opulent city called July. A hearty, healthy plant crashed here during the big fall—which you’ve come to learn Nai and Vash caused—and people built their lives around it.

“Other what?” he asks in return. “Be more specific.” He’s sitting at a grand piano beating the same song into the keys over and over and over.

“Other independents.” You’re sitting on the cold floor beside his piano bench, resting your back against it.

He waits until he’s finished playing the song one last time to address you. “There was another,” he confirms for you. “One other.”

He’s shifted his body so he can look at you fully. You turn to face him as well. After months and months of entertaining the beast, you think you finally understand how to play its game. He won’t elaborate unless you ask. He likes to make you beg.

“Who were they?”

“Their name was Tesla,” he says. “I never met them.” He pauses, then corrects himself, “Well, actually, I suppose I did meet them. Twice actually. But by then it was too late.”

Nai only ever feeds you scraps. He likes to keep you hungry. Wants you coming back for more.

“What happened to them?” you ask, humoring him. You think at his core, Nai is incredibly lonely. There’s no other reason for him to keep someone like you around. You’re not like Legato. You don’t believe in him or his desire for a new Eden. If he were to finally sate you and your appetite, you’d both go mad with boredom.

“Humans,” he bites. “What else. You and your kind can never just leave anything well enough alone. It wasn’t enough for you to destroy your own planet and the flora and animal life there; you had to destroy this one too. And on the backs of my brothers and sisters.”

Anger isn’t unusual for him. He doesn’t seem to realize it, but all his anger makes him oh so very human. His emotions bring him closer to what it is he hates the most.

“What happened to Tesla?” you ask again.

“They came to me,” he says, “in a dream. They led me to where the humans on that ship were keeping what was left of their body. Alive two hundred twenty-nine days, and every one of them torture. You humans pumped them full of so much poison there was hardly anything left of them when they died. An arm. A brain. Their eyes. All stored in three separate containers. Preserved like trophies. And he has the gall to insinuate I’m the sadist. Every fucking thing I did thereafter I did for him!”

His fist slams down on the piano. The instrument wails in protest. You jump at the sound.

Talking to Nai can feel like diffusing a bomb. Cut the wrong wire, and he’s bound to explode. You aren’t sure what to say to him now. It isn’t your job as his captive to comfort him. Still, there’s something in those stone-cold eyes of his that wasn’t there before. Something sorrowful.

“Everything you did you did for Vash.”

He sighs, posture slumping. Nai’s tired, you realize. Of what you can’t be sure.

“He’s too weak to survive as a plant so he acts the dim witted fool to win him the affections of humans instead. Why do you think he behaves the way he does? He’s shrinking himself to not seem harmful or dangerous to you and your kind. You’d hunt him for sport or string him up and suck him dry like you’re doing our brethren if you knew his true nature. I had to protect him. I had to protect us.”

An arm. A brain. Some eyes. That’s all that was left of Tesla. Humans consumed everything else. Maybe that’s what Nai is so afraid of. Maybe that’s why he’s so angry all the time. You picture your mother hacked up and pickled. Suddenly it isn’t so hard to empathize with Nai.

“What are you going to do?” you ask him. He’s never actually told you his plan. Just bits and pieces of it. You’re not sure if he wants to keep you ignorant or if he wants you to figure it out for yourself. “How are you going to protect your kind?”

A little while back he brought a preacher to your room. Asked you to share everything you knew about Vash with the man. You assured both of them that it wasn’t much—you’d only traveled with Vash a few weeks at most—but Nai insisted, hanging on every word. You wondered how long it’d been since Nai saw his brother in the flesh.

Vash is involved in all this somehow. Nai needs him in July.

Nai is looking down at you from the bench, lips pressed firmly together into a thin straight line. It’s the first time he’s contemplated sharing everything with you. “The extinction of your kind means nothing while my own remain little more than conduits and shells.”

You nod. That makes sense. Vash and Nai are the only independents. Even if Nai managed to exterminate your kind, the plants would be no more sentient then than they were before.

“You want them conscious,” you say. “Independent like you and Vash.”

He’s smiling now, lips curved upwards, corners of his eyes crinkling. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a soft and serene expression on him. All his hatred and anger gone as he envisions this humanless utopia.

As quick as the expression comes, it goes. Nai’s face darkens. Lips curved down in a deep, contemplative frown. You dare to ask, “How will you manage it?”

A sneer. Vicious and violent. It warps his otherwise angelic face. That’s the issue, then. The how. It occurs to you that Nai may have kept his plans from you not to keep them a secret, but because they’re too hard for him to breathe life into. A plan unspoken is one yet to have been made real.

Nai thinks you’re selfish. He thinks every human is selfish. You are tempted by everything. By food and drink and sex. Driven by id, seeking pleasure, drowning out pain. He calls you all Eve and plots a paradise free of your particular breed of sin. He can’t understand that you and your kind are just doing what’s needed to survive on a plant you were never meant to inhabit.

He wouldn’t want your pity, but in a way, he’s earned it.

You force yourself to look up at him as you say, “Whatever you end up doing, I hope it brings you peace.”

#nai x reader #nai x you #millions knives x reader #millions knives x you #trigun x reader #trigun x you #nai x y/n #millions knives x y/n #trigun x y/n #trigun imagines #i have nai brainrot and this is the result #i need a tag for my fics hmmm #i thought i had one but now i cant find it lol #oh well

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ellievickstar · 1 year

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Only You (Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader)

A/N: I drafted this whole thing in English class. In my notebook. On the spot. I was like: Oh this is cool and I started writing the basic details so this is a more defined version of what I wrote in that notebook. I think this was a super cool idea and definitely one of my better ones.

Summary: The Addams twins are the newest addition to Nevermore Academy, a school for outcast. Y/N Addams soon learns that nothing is as it seems.

Inspiration: I didn’t have one this time.

Request: Not requested, unless I count my brain.

Parts: Part 2 /…

Warnings: Near-death, music-loving reader, thoughts of torture, mentions of pain, magic, mystical creatures.

(Not my gif)

~*~*~*~*~

As Wednesday’s twin sister you were supposed to keep her out of trouble. Despite that, you had to admit that you were almost as bad at Wednesday. You were different where you preferred archery to fencing and you preferred music to writing. Socialising was also something that you could do if need be while Wednesday liked to do things with you or on her own.

This time, however, it was definitely your idea to put piranhas in the pool. It wouldn’t be your first time getting expelled but the disappointment in your Mother’s eyes were palpable. You focused your gaze on the principal as she began to speak.

“Well, we don’t usually accept students mid-term, but given that they both have perfect grades, I managed to convince the school board to give you both a shot,” She smiled but it slowly faded as you and Wednesday stared at her with no reaction. She soon led us to the dormitories where me and Wednesday would be sharing a room with someone else. Usually, it was two girls to a room, however, it was requested that the two off you share a room with someone else, just to keep an eye on both of you at the same time.

The girl was Enid, and she was interesting, to say the least. Trying to hug the both of you, and rainbow every where. You scoffed at the thought as you stepped out from the bathroom after changing into your black school uniform, another thing that had been specially requested.

“Eek you look so cute,” She said as she looked up and down, she leaned forward for a hug but you stepped out of her reach. “I’m sorry, Wednesday and I aren’t that used to touching others,” you apologised and she nodded with understanding. Once Wednesday stepped out, Enid begun to show the both of you around.

It was all quite pleasant, until an ignorant boy named Ajax came your way.

“Enid, you’d never guess what I heard about your roommates, they said that she eats the people that she kills,” Enid tried to smile awkwardly before side-stepping to show you and Wednesday behind her. You frowned as Wednesday gave a clipped answer about how she fed the body parts to your pet spiders. The boy paled and quickly walked away, coward.

~*~*~*~*~

You and Wednesday finally finished the tour and began to walk together to the front of the school to bid your family goodbye. Without turning your head, you spoke to your sister, “What do you think?” Her scowl deepened, clearly unhappy with the question. That’s when you heard it.

I think I better start plotting our escape. You stopped, as you gaped at your sisters unopened mouth. “Did you say anything?” You asked, convinced that you were going insane. “No, did it happen again?” She asked, as she paused and turned to you. You nodded before readjusting your posture and continuing down the hall with your sister.

You had been plagued by these voices, other peoples thoughts, you realised. You didn’t know how, but you could hear certain thoughts of people. It came randomly and you couldn’t control it. When you told your sister she had confessed that she too, had been confronted with visions. Different, yet they both started to occur a few months ago.

Soon, you were in front of your mother as she smiled sweetly at you and Wednesday. “I hope you will find to love Nevermore, as I did,” She sighed as she looked at teh school with so much nostalgia it made you sick. “I will never be like you, mother,” Wednesday said, “I will never grow up, find love, or have a family,” Mother sighed at Wednesday’s harsh words. Though I agreed with Wednesday, she could have been gentler with her words.

“I was told that girls your age say harsh things and that I shouldn’t take it to heart,” Mother swallowed. You shot her an apologetic look. That’s when she bent down and whispered, “If you try running away, I have already told all family members to call me the second you show up on their doorstep, don’t test me, the both of you,” You blinked once without any indication of a reaction, “You are cruel mother,” You said. And she smiled, turning to leave.

It soon began to rain and your lips twitched a little. What wonderful weather to go with your less then pleasant day. Wednesday nodded to you as she left for fencing and you nodded back as you turned to leave for the music room.

While Wednesday played the cello, you played violin from a young age. You dreamed to be as good and make music as well known in the future as Niccolò Paganini’s caprice 24, or his La Campanella. You grabbed your violin which you had left on the floor before tuning and playing your favourite pieces.

When you had finished Beethoven’s Spring Sonata, movement 4, you heard slow clapping from the door. You turned to see the school’s artist, Xavier. You remembered him from his grandmother’s funeral a few years back when he had somehow gotten himself stuck in her casket and was nearly burnt alive. Wednesday thought it would have been funny, however, you slammed the button at hot prevented the casket from being any nearer to the incinerator.

Last you recalled, Xavier had been in your debt ever since.

“You’ve grown a lot taller since we last met,” You pointed out as you bent to keep your violin. He chuckled and the sound made your heart flutter. Strange. Maybe you should go visit the nurse later to see if something was perhaps wrong. He began to talk but you tuned him out as you walked towards Wednesday’s fencing class.

It was only when you saw your sister swiftly exiting her class did you finally pay attention to you surroundings. You walked towards her before you heard crumbling above you and saw a stone gargoyle tumbling towards you, broken off from the roof.

At least you’d have an imaginative death, you thought before you closed your eyes, the last thing you remember was being pushed and you name being called as you gave into the darkness.

~*~*~*~*~

Your eyes flung open and you sat up instantaneously, scanning your surroundings. You’re sister sat on your left as she placed a hand on yours, showing that she was here for you. You looked to your right and saw Xavier, gaping at the small amount of physical contact given by my sister.

You glared at him and he quickly shut his mouth. You looked back at my sister as I asked her what happened.

“I was exiting the fencing class feeling self-pity when I saw you walking towards me and noticed that a gorgon was going to fall onto you, that’s when Xavier pushed you out of the way,” You looked at Xavier and back at my sister. “Please tell him that if he’s looking for some kind of damsel to fall for his heroic acts, then he’s saved the wrong person,” You deadpanned. Wednesday nodded and stared at Xavier, awaiting for his response. He just rolled his eyes as he mumbled about how someone usually just said ‘thank you’.

You ignored him as you were helped up by your sister, you shifted you head slightly, showing your thanks, she blinked back her answer. You both exited but you paused a few steps from the door, poking back, you could have sworn that you heard that familiar tapping of fingers.

You turned to your sister and saw her doing the same as she eyed the same spot you were just looking at. She glanced at you and you shrugged before following your sister back to Ophelia hall where you would be making some adjustments to your room.

~*~*~*~*~

The rest of your day was interesting, to summarise, Enid and Wednesday argued like dogs and cats, Ms Thornhill interrupted and gifted you and Wednesday flowers, the you found Xavier again, spoke to each other — though it seemed that something was on his mind — before he rushed off and you returned to your room.

Your sister was typing away at her type writer when you entered, the sound of ruffling sheets caught you attention, and Wednesday instantly stopped typing. You lifted the sheets of your own bed to see thing. You glared the hand and grabbed it while it seemed to shriek and try and grab the mattress.

“You have two options,” You threatened, passing the hand to your sister while she opened a drawer. She calmly, slowly began to lower the hand as she continued your sentence, “We can lock you in this drawer for the rest of the year, you will try and crawl your way out as you are driven crazy, your nails slowly becoming bloody and battered at your failed attempts,” She blinked once at you and you smiled, thee smile was small like and adders as you approached like a wolf surveying it’s prey. “Or, you can pledge your undying loyalty to us and help us escape,” Thing frantically nodded. Wednesday closed the drawer and set thing down on the table, and so he began to pledge his loyalty.

“Now,” You started again as you let your smile drop, “How an we escape this hell?” And for a second, you could have sworn that your sister’s lips twitched up in answer.

~*~*~*~*~

You decided to go for a walk around the school campus, that was when you spotted a rundown shed. You entered slowly before you realised that Xavier was inside, painting…

“What is that,” You asked as he jumped slightly at the sound of your voice. You approached the canvas gingerly. He looked back at you and to the canvas as he sighed. “I don’t know,” He admitted, “I get these visions, every night of his monster, and it’s s overwhelming, so I just…paint,” He gestured to the large canvas where the monster was staring menacingly, it’s large mouth was open, showing it’s menacing fangs.

That’s when disaster struck.

The second he waved his hand, the monster came alive as it reached out and scratched Xavier’s neck. You stepped back, shocked that Xavier would let the monster come to life. “I thought you had control of your power,” You said as you rushed to get a clean cloth near-by. He pointed to a medical kit he kept by a bed. You grabbed some bandages and cleaning solutions to clean the fresh wounds. You stood in front of him and peered up at his neck, that was when you realised he was too tall.

“Sit down,” You ordered. He chuckled as you grabbed a stool for him to sit down. “You’re short,” “No you’re just tall, who the hell is 6 feet these days,” You snapped back. Since you were feeling annoyed, you didn’t warn him before pressing the alcohol covered cloth to the cut. He hissed and bit his cheek as he clutched the edge of the stool. A snort slipped out as you continued to clean the cut.

“Was that a laugh, Ms Addams?” He tried to look back but you slapped the back of his head, making him laugh, again. “Tell anyone and they wouldn’t believe you, and I will bury you alive,” You threatened.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the night, laughing and making jokes with Xavier. Well, he made jokes and you laughed, but only a little.

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A/N: They are SO CUTE!!!! What do you think? I think I’m in love. This is only the first part, but I plan to recreate the whole series with YN Addams inside. I think it would be a fun way to practice my writing and get a better understanding of every character before season 2.

Tag list: @poppet05 @cityofidek @write-from-the-heart (If you want to be tagged please specify if it is for all Xavier fics or just this series)

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wolfeyedwitch · 9 months

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Hello! I'm a whump writer but I'm also very involved in the DP fandom (and its crossovers) and I wanted to shamelessly promote an AO3 fic I've started writing, and you're the only whump reader I know who's also a DP fan! I've even seen past comments of yours on fics I've read so I was hoping this would be something you might want to read? I've always loved your blog and I just wanted to get this out there and hopefully any of your followers who also like Danny Phantom and/or the batkids can see it :)

It's a Damian-Danny twin fic (because there are never enough of those) and I'm slowly working my ways towards a mountain of angst and hopefully whumpy goodness. Here's mine! There's only 2 chapters so far but there's many more to come.

my starlight on AO3 by hollowgast1 Damian discovers his long-thought-dead twin Danny is alive and rescues him from, you guessed it, medical torture because we love hurting Danny

If you or any of your followers are interested in Damian-Danny twin fics, let me know because I have all my favorites saved and I'd be happy to share!! (P.S. If the link doesn't work just DM me and I'll fix it) Thank you so much for this! You don't have to share this if you like, I just wanted to put the option out there <3

lots of love,

hollow

I read it last night after getting this, and its AWESOME! I love the mystical twin connection Damian seems to have to Danny, to feel when things are Not Right. Or when things are Extremely Wrong, as the case may be!

Seeing the outsider POV on how ghosts look is also cool! I really loved the description the bats gave of how Ember looked.

Looking forward to seeing where this goes! I'm subscribed!

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny and damian are twins #danny fenton and damian wayne are twins

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crisiscutie · 6 months

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hi!! thank you so much for all the wonderful writing you do, you're my absolute favourite blog for sephiroth content and i really love reading everything you write. i was wondering if you'd be willing to do a scenario of 7R Sephy eating the darling out? Maybe him and CC fight over who gets the privilege? much love to you <3

Interesting scenario... 👀👀👀

Content Warning: NSFW.

"I alone hold the right to breed Mother!"

"Your only right is to bow before me, you inferior whelp,"

The twin Sephiroths bickered endlessly before you, as you sat on the bed observing them. You sighed, crossing your arms as you plotted to end this petty dispute. It had started because of a rare mixup where apparently two Sephiroths were supposed to spend time with you. Which never had never happened in the past. But neither Sephiroth had relented, so they had both been attached to your hip. The day had been fine until they had become pent up. And so, this happened.

"Enough," you said, your voice ringing out. The younger twin's eyes, once filled with anger, now radiated with sadness. Meanwhile, his older brother's lips curved slightly into a subtle pout, his slit eyes held hints of annoyance. "There's no need to fight... Mother is here for you both," With a warm smile, you approached them, running your fingers along their cheeks. Their slit eyes sparkled with a mix of longing and affection.

The younger Sephiroth took little time in claiming your lips for himself, his large hand trailed down to one of your tits, squeezing it. The older Sephiroth let out a frustrated breath, intent on taking this to another level in order to outshine his twin. He coolly grabbed your hips and flipped you upside down, to where you're face first at his hardened bulge. He then spread your legs and wrapped them around his neck. He smirked at his counterpart, as he teasingly trailed his tongue down your inner thighs. The younger Sephiroth moved closer in response, you can only imagine his death glare... You know he's determined not to be outshone. You trembled as your panties were suddenly ripped off, the cool air hitting your exposed holes. Just what the hell do they plan on doing?

You yelped when the older Sephiroth now traced his tongue along your wet folds, his eyes not leaving his younger counterpart. He briefly stops the torturous tease by flicking your clit with his tongue, almost like he's motioning for the other Sephiroth to go next. And it didn't long for the other to catch on, his own tongue now rimming your asshole. Next thing you know, his brother's tongue is plunged deep into your cunt. Your body shook so violently, you don't know how they still managed to keep a steady grip on you as they explored your holes. The competitive aura between the two is still there, yet their tongues are in perfect sync. It's almost like they are becoming one with the other. It was beyond your imagination that the day would end with the two boys pleasuring you, but at least they stopped fighting. But your poor body was in for the long run...

When I saw this prompt, I knew I had to do the standing 69 position.

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months

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hi! idk if you're this far into haikyuu yet to the part where Suna is introduced- so if you are, i headcanon that his thighs are suuuuuper tklish- like his death spot (other than his back fhrjrnnre) and i can just see him w/ his best friend or the miya twins or w/ his significant other, and he's being an asshole cuz,, yk man's didn't get enough sleep and then they just go straight for the kill bc it's js so bad for him that he gives in and promises to stop being rude🗿 it's hilarious imo😭😭 anyway if you don't know him yet then feel free to ignore this :) love ur writing btw

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

*Victory dances in glee* YESH! Oh my god I freaking love this AHH! Lee!Suna makes my heart happy, so this was absolutely fun to write! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D (and let's go, you met Suna! He's pretty cool in my book :P)

“Well I think you’re ugly!”

“We have the same face!”

“Yeah well, I’m less ugly!”

“Motherfu-”

“Oh my god, would you two PLEASE shut the hell up?” Suna snapped from his spot against the wall, holding his head between his hands. He hadn’t slept well the night before and it was starting to show it’s ugly head. “You’re both equally ugly, so there.”

“Wow, Rin- up too late last night?” Aran raised a brow at his teammate, cutting a glance to Kita. “You’re nastier than usual.”

“So sorry I’m not fucking sunshine and rainbows this morning.” Suna growled harshly, sinking further in his legs. Even Kita looked alarmed at his bad attitude. Maybe he should reel it in some…

Aran’s jaw tightened. Then he took a breath.

“That’s it. Atsu, Samu- do the thing.”

Well shit.

“Don’t you dare- AH!” Suna couldn’t get up and away in time as the twins descended upon him. Within a matter of seconds, he was thrashing, laughing helplessly as they attacked his thighs with relentless tickling. “Sthahahahap thahahhahaht! I’m nohohohohot in the mohohohoohohohod!”

“Too bad, Tarou! You’re being a real ass today!” Atsumu cooed, squeezing Suna’s thigh with relentless pressure. Each knead was absolute torture!

“Yeah, Rin! We gotta get rid of his nasty bug you’ve got shoved up your ass!” Osamu was far more gentle, skittering his nails against the bare skin of his legs with feather-like touches. It was unbearable! “Come on- give us a smile!”

“Aheahahhhahahahhaha! Gheahhahahhahaha- shihihihiihihihiihiiht!” Suna squirmed about, shoving at their hands, their shoulders, their faces at one point. Nothing stopped the relentless tickles! “Ahahhahahahran, cahhahhahahll them ohoohoohohff! Pleahhahhahahse I’m sahhahahhahahahharry!”

“Are you gonna be nicer?” Aran raised a brow.

“Yehahahahhahahhs!”

“Are we ugly?” Atsumu squeezed the backs, earning a squeal.

“NOHOHOHOOHOHOHO!”

“...Am I prettier than Atsu?” Osamu asked, earning a swat from his brother.

“GUHUHUHUUHUYS PLEAHHAHHAASE!” Finally- the tickles came to an end. Suna brought his legs up to his chest tightly as he gasped for air, face burning and vision blurry. The twins cackled in glee, poking his sides before bouncing to their feet, immediately resuming their earlier argument.

“Heh…hehe…s-sorry for being mean…” Suna groaned when Aran came into view. “I’m really…really tihired.”

“Rest then. Couch won’t be here for another hour. We’ll cover for you.” Aran nodded towards the locker room, eyes kind. Suna nearly started crying right there.

“Thanks, Aran.”

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #haikyuu!!#suna rintarou #miya atsumu #miya osamu #fluff #aran ojiro #kita shinsuke #I freaking love suna y'all god #I wanna rewatch that season again arkjajkrejakjkr

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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Writers' Iron Chef #9: My Everything and Beyond

[PROMPT] Song lyrics from Leon Bridges’ “Beyond” “Do you think I’m being foolish if I don’t rush in?

I’m scared to death that she might be it That the love is real That the shoe might fit She might just be my everything and beyond”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: T, some angsty Marcus, overthinking galore, lotsa sweetness. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Summary: He's never named the feeling in his chest, but it's as much a part of him as he wants you to be,

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 9.

To ease myself back into writing after the holidays, here's a little fun with Marcus. I am a classically trained overthinker, so I thought it would be fun to see Marcus trying his darnedest to not keep making the same mistakes. I love these prompts as little writing warmups, and while this one got a little belabored in the metaphor it definitely got my wheels turning! Thanks to @writersironchef for always giving the best prompts!

He was wrong before, and that’s what scares him now. This twisting, aching, anxious feeling scrambling in his chest is so close to what he felt for Teresa, but with sharper teeth. Claws that scrape and dig between his ribs. And words that drift up and past his ears like steam from an unattended teapot ready to burst into song.

You love her.

But Marcus doesn’t know when to trust that voice anymore. Every time it’s hissed softly into his hopeful ear his heart took the damage. College girlfriend who balked at his promise ring. A wife gained, a wife lost. Another proposal dashed to bits on the cold concrete. This feeling is a liar, a trickster that beats against its confines no matter how hard Marcus tries to ignore it.

When you looked at him for the first time, more than the passing glance he waited for every morning, it tapped tentatively against his sternum.

When your morning greetings grew from “Hello Marcus!” to “I wish you never told me about The Subject was Roses, I cried for an hour after. You better have lunch free to talk about it!” it skated up his spine like ascending notes on a xylophone.

And finally, after six dinners at the same terrible Chinese place between your apartment when he admitted he wished all of them had been dates, it dug its claws into his chest and held still for a breath.

But when you smiled over the lip of your beer, and said “Haven’t they been?” it roared.

Falling in love was Marcus’ true profession, but was he ever lousy at staying employed. Not for lack of trying, and after Teresa he realized maybe for an abundance of trying. So with you he wrestles the tremors of excitement back. He’s going to play it cool, play it slow. Dampen the voice that begs him to kiss you, hold you, tell you every little thing he wants and desires and what he’ll do to give you the world.

He’s going to do it right this time.

But every time he tries not to linger on your touch, he finds his hands ghosting over your skin. Your teases set his face ablaze, needing to take several laps around the office to regain his composure. And the last few times he’d watched you mount your steps, saying goodnight with a beat longer than necessary before heading inside, he wanted to follow.

He knows he’s getting close to trouble now. The worst part is how much you’re stoking this feeling, and how hard it's becoming to resist. All he wants to do is quell the ache ponging around his stomach, but your last moments each night are spent obsessing over whether now is the time to kiss you. And if it is, can he stop once he’s started?

You’re starting to notice, and it’s only making it worse. The pendulum has swung too far in the other direction, and now Marcus is positively glacial in his courtship. Thinking about it makes his jaw ache, the twin desires of tell her everything and don’t scare her off become a torturous purgatory of his own devising.

Tonight the air is crisp, and you’re walking closer than usual. He took you to a cozy Mediterranean place this time, the vegetal spice of oregano and grape leaves still dancing on his tongue. You’d slipped your hand into his, tucking both into his overcoat pocket and the closeness makes the feeling rabid.

You love her.

I like her. A lot.

Tell her you love her.

I’ll scare her away.

Tell her you need her.

Stop it.

Kiss her kiss her taste her take her.

Marcus barely realizes he’s climbed the steps with you before he’s there, your hand still in his and your smile soft on your lips. He’s at a loss, all the words he’s warring with trapped in his throat.

“I…” he manages to croak out.

“Marcus,” you interrupt, opening your front door. If he could just focus for a moment, concentrate on the perfect arrangement of words to let you know how he feels without being too much, too fast, too soon.

“What are you waiting for?”

Your question quells the feeling for the first time in…Marcus isn’t sure how long. But it finally settles, like a feral cat come to love its home. And Marcus finally breathes.

“For you,” he says, chasing your smile as long as you’ll let him.

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gothicbabydollz · 1 year

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100% get this is not everyone’s cup of tea but I would absolutely crumble if you ever wrote an Amarantha x fem! Reader drabble or fic involving sex pollen/dub con themes where she’s just making you eat her out

(I’m so sorry if this is disturbing)

Lap Cat

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Pairings: Amarantha x f!reader

Warnings: this is a dark fic, read at your own risk. smut, dark themes, dubcon, mentions of torture/killing, oral (a!recieving)

Summary: You didn’t really think you’d get away with deceiving the Queen now did you?

Word count: around 2k

a/n: this ended up being a lot longer than i expected… (not proof read)

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I imagine you being the daughter of a High Lord, which one is up to you but essentially you are very well known throughout Prythian.

Maybe you’re relatively younger, like 100 years old compared to other High Lord offspring’s.

Therefore, you’ve spent your first years of adulthood under Amarantha’s reign, and as your father is a high lord the Queen prefers to keep close - you’ve also spend the first years of adulthood stuck under the mountain.

This fuels your knowledge when conspiring against her, knowing your way around, having been accustomed to the horrific displays almost every night, being paid no mind from the Queen herself…or so you thought.

You were good. Truly. Yet Amarantha was better.

And you were still too young, too naive to truly attempt to deceive her.

Those helping you were tormented and slaughtered the previous nights. Your friends, your allies. Now hanging on the walls of the throne room. Under torture, you’re sure your name would have slipped out.

Now you were just counting down the hours until your time came.

The Attor himself was sent to retrieve you, and it took every ounce of strength you had left to keep the tears at way. As your mind ran wild of the possible ways the Queen would make you suffer.

When you’re released from the Attor’s punishing grip, your knees meet soft ground. Unlike the cool stone of the throne room. Cracking your eyes open, you stare at the detailed rug beneath you. One of the last things you’ll see. You run your shaking fingers through the wool, savouring the soft feel.

“I had expected better from you.”

You don’t bother trying to defend yourself, you know you’ve been caught. Instead you force your eyes upwards, looking towards the direction her voice came from.

You’re in the Queen’s personal chambers, you realise. As you see her standing in only a robe, so purple it could be black. Her crown still sits atop her head, copper hair weaved throughout. Her eyes find yours, cold and unforgiving, that prominent smirk evident on her mouth. “Up. Drink,” She gestures to the flagon of wine sitting on the table, the lone silver cup waiting to be filled. She holds its twin in her own hand, the eye trapped within her ring darts, as if telling you to do as she says.

Rising on shaky legs, you walk to the table. You struggle to suck air into your lungs, chest tight with the impending fear of death. You put all your effort in keeping the flagon steady as you pour yourself a cup of deep red wine. It looks like blood. Mother knows you’ve watched Amarantha draw pint after pint of blood from her victims. You can’t help the tears that line your eyes.

Poison. You think as you raise the cup to your mouth, sniffing the liquid within. “If I were going to kill you, do you honestly believe I would choose poison?” She asks, obviously having noticed your hesitance. You turn to face her, watching her settle on the edge of her large bed. You find your voice, “I wouldn’t know. You’re unpredictable.” The Queen laughs at that, a heartless sort of sound, “Drink.”

You do.

As the cool, bittersweet wine coats your throat, you pick up on what she said. “If you were to kill me?” She takes a sip from her own wine, humming, and points with a sharp, pointed nail to the floor at her feet. Kneel. Her gesture tells you. Tendrils of hope encase your mind, so you slowly walk towards her and settle onto your knees at her feet.

“I should kill you,” she looks down at you, with such terrifyingly beautiful features, “but i don’t want to.” Your heart pounds, could you get out of this alive? Amarantha reaches out, long, slender fingers catching your cheeks in her grip. She tilts your head to her will, “It would be an awful shame to ruin such a pretty face or the body hiding underneath that dress.” From the way she looks at you, it was if she could truly see beneath your clothes. You gulp.

She releases your face as she continues, “Killing you would be a waste of potential,” You follow her hands as they move to the tie holding her robe together, “I believe you could prove…useful. I simply need to know who’s side you’re on.” Your breath is caught in your throat as you watch the Queen strip off her robe, exposing the smooth, pale and utterly naked skin beneath. She sighs in her fresh nudity, her full, perky breasts shifting with the movement. Dark nipples peak in the chill air. You have to drag your stare away, instead down her stomach, flexing as she moves to get comfortable, propping her feet on the bed and ultimately widening the stance of her thighs, leaving you between them. With a view of her wet cunt, slick shining in your eyesight. It’s pathetic, that you can do absolutely nothing to stop the flood of arousal igniting a fire between your own legs. Guilt and lust cloud your mind as you stare at the Queen, awaiting her next move.

She lifts her cup, tilting it to allow the wine within to drip onto her skin. Dark against her pale complexion. The droplet runs down the valley of her breasts. “So, pet. What will it be?” Amarantha asks, smugness lacing her voice. Pet. The word echoes between your ears. That’s what she wants. Though she leaves the final choice to you. Would you rather be her plaything, her puppet? Or die.

You catch the droplet of wine as it reaches her mound. The taste melting on your tongue. Looking up at her, you follow the path back up, and she grins. It’s frightening. “Smart choice.” It all she says before tipping more wine over herself. This time, the liquid coats her breasts, and like a good little plaything, you clean it up. The Queen says nothing as your tongue licks at the plump flesh of her tit, collecting the wine before swallowing it down. She tilts her head when your tongue flattens over her nipple, testing you. So you pull then taut bud into your mouth, suckling like a kitten on her mother’s tit. Amarantha moans when you do, the sound shooting straight to the pits of your tummy. It shames you almost as much as it arouses you.

You chase the droplets that escaped your searching tongue. Finding one on the very same path as the first. You kiss your way back down her stomach, eyes watching her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath, nipples glistening with your spit. Her face only shows off her amusement, yet the smell of her gives it away, she’s aroused and getting off on having you bend to her will.

Her cunt is soaking, juices dripping onto the sheets beneath her. You know there’s no going back the second you put your mouth on her. Not if you want to live, that is. The thought scares you, shames you, that you’d rather live to serve her to escape your fear of death. You try to believe that you’re forcing yourself to become aroused, as a means to make her think you enjoy this. Truth is, you’re not sure.

Long fingers find home in your hair as you kiss down the length of her, inhaling her scent and feeling her slick smear over your lips. Nails lightly rake over your scalp and you look up, meeting her gaze while your tongue licks back up. Amarantha’s lips part when you catch on her clit, hint of a moan on her breath. You give her a few more kitten licks before wrapping your lips around her bud and sucking. That earns you a groan and tight grip on your hair, “That’s more like it. Come on, don’t be shy.”

You whimper against her, worried of what she’ll do if you fail to please her. Dipping down, your tongue delves between her folds, tasting her built up arousal. Her essence explodes on your tongue, sweeter than you could have ever imagined. She tastes like fine wine, and you lap her up, finding some sick pleasure in the taste of her on your tongue.

Urged to double your efforts, you press closer, slurping on her cunt, parting her with your tongue to dip inside. Amarantha moans, hips grinding into your face as she used the right grip on your hair to pull you closer. Your nose rubs against her clit, tongue massaging her inner walls in tandem. “Fuck, pet,” She purrs, meeting each thrust of your tongue, “That mouth. I think i’ll have keep you.” She clenches around your tongue when you whine against her in response, feeling drunk off her cunt. A wave of submission washing over your body.

Her breathing picks up as you continue your ministration. Burying your face in her sex, tongue pushing inside her and exploring her soft, warm walls, searching for spots to make her tighten and moan. Your nose is pushed against her hot clit, adding to the stimulation you’re giving her. You find yourself releasing frequent sounds of pleasure, losing yourself in the taste and feel of her cunt. Amarantha relishes in you, grinning as she moans out, loud and filled with lust. She’s pulling at your hair so hard, it hurts. And her thighs close around your head, keeping you locked against her.

“Like licking cunt, don’t you?” Her words come out as a groan, yet you still depict ever ounce of mockery laced in her tone. You watch her stomach flex, feel her cunt tighten rhythmically. Along with the slick and spit dripping down your chin, your cheeks, your neck. Making a complete mess of you. “At least that’s one thing you’ll be good for,” she laughs through her moans, “Gonna make me fucking cum on that pretty face of yours, mmph fuck-”

She does. The Queen of Prythian climaxes hard, thighs trembling on either side of your face. She cries out a string of curses, drenching your chin with her juices. You fuck her through it, keeping up pace to drag her climax out for as long as possible. Your tongue glides in and out of her pulsing hole, collecting each wave of cum that escapes her.

You don’t stop until Amarantha drops her thighs and forces your head back with a sharp tug. Her hand wraps around your throat before you can suck down a breath of well needed air. You choke out a yelp, eyes widening in a mix of fear and surprise.

Amarantha leans down until the tip of her nose brushes yours, and you can feel her breath fanning across your face. Her expression has changed. No amusement lingers in her gaze. Only ice is left, serious and unforgiving. “You are mine.” Her grip tightens, “Always have been, always will be. Understood?” It’s not a question. You’re smart enough to know that.

“Yes,” your voice is a whisper, strained due to the hold she has on your throat. Her eyes darken. “Yes, my Queen.”

Satisfied, she releases her grip. “Good.” You’re finally able to breathe, dropping onto your hands until you no longer feel lightheaded. “Why don’t you pour us another drink, hm? The night is still early, and i’m not done with you yet.”

This is your life now, you realise. Utterly at your Queen’s mercy. As she said…her pet.

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dingus-bingus-the-simpus · 2 years

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That last one was so good but like...imagine if it was BOTH of the twins. You finally manage to escape one and then boom! The sequel!

a/n: alright, lets all collectively pretend this didn't take me a week to answer TwT. honestly i really like the idea of being taken by the abyss prince/ss annd eventually being "rescued" by the traveler, but mostly just wrote about lumine being a girlboss. maybe i'll do a part 2 later for when aether shows up.

tw: yandere content, spoilers for chasm+hilichurl lore, aether as MC (implied) and lumine as abyss, dead bodies, implied kidnapping

You were really regretting not bringing a watch.

Always on the hunt for adventure, you had volunteered to help a mining expedition evaluate the lower levels of the Chasm. Having heard many horror stories about the things that lurked in the shadows, you had been overly cautious in your preparation of supplies: plenty of emergency food, water, rope, and flares.

But after an unexpected cave in separated you from your team, the one thing you wished for repeatedly was a watch. Without one, it was almost impossible to gauge the passing of time, deep in a seemingly endless expanse of rock and ruins, locked away from the sun and moon.

The feeling only worsened when you found them.

Hilichurls, their bodies slowly rotting away, infected with the dark ooze that littered the chasm's walls. You had had unsavory run-ins with hilichurls in the past, of course, but you couldn't help but feel pity for them. Some of them were dying, still writhing in pain from time to time, but others were long dead, their bodies preserved in the inky substance and cool cavern air.

Swallowing the bile in your throat, you decided to help them. You knew you couldn't cure whatever ailment tortured them, but at least you could bury the rotting corpses left lying out, perhaps putting their souls to rest. After all, it seemed the same fate would meet you soon enough.

Without any sort of time piece, it was impossible to tell how long you spent digging grave after grave, but eventually you had taken care of most of the easily accessible corpses. You didn't have any sort of flowers, but you had been able to decorate the freshly turned dirt with small geodes and loose stones.

"What are you doing?" a feminine voice whispered from behind you. You turned to meet a young woman with blonde hair and a layered white dress.

"I got lost from my adventuring party," you laughed awkwardly, dusting the dirt from your outfit.

"No," she corrected, meeting your gaze with cold golden eyes. "I mean what are you doing right now?"

"Oh," you bit your lip hesitantly. "I know it's kinda weird, it just felt cruel to leave them out in the open like that, y'know? I know they're dead now and it's not like they'll even care whether their corpse is lying around or buried six feet under-"

You inhaled sharply, composing your thoughts. “I know it won’t make a difference, but it makes new feel better.”

"You buried them?" she asked softly, leaning down to inspect the freshly-dug grave.

"Uh- yeah, I tried decorating them too, but it's not like you can find flowers this deep in the Chasm," you joked. Her lips curved upward, halfway between a smirk and a genuine smile as she pulled a white flower out, gently placing it on the stone.

"Thank you," you knelt beside her. "I know its sort of silly-"

"Its not," she stated firmly. "I think its wonderful that not all of your kind are so...selfish."

"M-my kind?"

"Mhm," she nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear as she examined your face. "Do you want to leave here? I know a way out."

"Of course!" you grinned eagerly. "I sort of just assumed I'd die down here."

She extended her hand and you took it easily, helping her stand back up. "You know a way back up?"

"Of sorts," she tilted her head towards a figure behind her, a man clad in thick armor stood behind a swirling violet portal. You swallowed nervously, staying close behind her.

"My lady, what are you-"

The blonde raised her hand to silence the dark figure. “What’s your name?”

“Oh. Y/N.”

“Y/N,” she repeated, as if tasting the name.“Come with me. It won’t make a difference if you refuse, but it’ll make me feel better.”

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Male Holli Would X Sadistic Female Manga artist reader

(Name) Y/N L/N Deebs later Y/N L/N Would

(Age) 20

(Gender) Female

(Occupation) Manga Artist

Appearance

You are a 5'9 female with (e/c) and long (h/c). Your a Curvy young Women your mostly seen in puck-ish street wear, you also wear baseball Caps and Sneakers. You also like to put on lipgloss and pink nail polish. When out in the club you wear

Personality: You Ms thing are a Sociopath and dirty rotten women. You are manipulation, Tricky, Sleazy, untrustworthy, and very Vague. Like your so good at lying that you can make it look like it was the other person's decision. You are are quite spoiled Considering you are younger than Your Brother Jack and are Very intelligent so you can easily get what you want. You can be Arrogant and Cocky when push comes to shove and you can be short-tempered when things don't go according to plan. You also have some child-like moments especially when Watching old Cartoons like Looney tunes or Betty Boop. Your Also Amazing at finding a Liar Since your good at being one so their no tricking or lying to you. You also Can be sarcastic and jaded as you had a pretty rough beginning before being adopted, and finally you have some Narcissistic Traits and love Torturing people especially your brother and other Noids and doodles.

Relationships:

Jack Deebs: He's your Adopted Brother, Emphasis on adopted. To you he's your Punching bag, Lackey, Errand Boy and sometimes wallet. He was never a Brother to you. you and Holli use and Abuse him for your own Benefit. Now you wouldn't say you hate him but you clearly don't think Much of him and Only see him as a tool and someone you can torture

Holli Would: Now Honestly you to get along Amazingly. You both have similar interests and ambitions and want in on the other's life. Sure you didn't trust her as far as you can throw a picture of her but, it's not all terrible. You both learn from each other as well like she taught you how to Dance and you taught her how to Scam some people for Money. You both don't think Much of your Brothers and she understands how Clingy and Needy her Twin brother is especially when he's in-love.

Hal E Would: OK SO GET THIS You knew Hal as long as you can remember wonder why because he's the main Character to your the Manga series HIMBO. This guy has made you very Famous for his looks and his Shenanigans fueled by Stupidity. Since you hate men his Manga is a series of ways to torture and humiliate him on the daily basis and became very popular for Is feminist and female divorcees but received backlash for males. Now you never dreamed of meeting him in real life but it's been a Nightmare He's Annoying, loud, flirty, Needy and Blindly in love with you. Finally he gets in the way of everything You need to ditch Him at Once before something unfortunate happens to you.

Detective Frank Harris: Yo this guys is a fun sponge let me tell you that. He always bugging you and telling you things you could careless about. Even though you took note on somethings he said that actually sound important like that laws of cool world he keeps bringing up. He still annoys you and you hate him because he's a bossy uptight man but you Tolerate him more than your Jack and Hal.

Hal and Holli's Doodle Goons: You and Jack remember drawing these guys but they listen to you more then they listen to Jack.

Catchphrase: Do We have a Deal?😈

Trivia Fact:

Well You remember Holli Would is the main Antagonist well your the Secondary Antagonist in this Story you already know that your a Lousy person

Holli wants to be a Noid

While your Goal is to become a Doodle

You hate men because of the bad relationships you had and the fact that you were abandoned

Because you watch alot of Cartoons you sometimes say things or act like the Characters you saw on television. Although you grew out of it but it happens for time to time.

You are a Foodie so when you get back to the real world you take Holli and Hal to a bunch of Restaurants and food Festivals

You don't use Curse words unless your truly fed up with a Situation

You and Holli both Dislike your Brothers and think of them as tools

Your Theme Songs:

youtube

Leave comments please and tell me what you think of your character🥺

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