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khada-sona · 2 years

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Wade Curtis & Jak Harasi x Reader

this was longer than i wanted it to & extremely self indulgent. i am so sorry if this was sloppy.

drugging, non-con, both of your ends are being used here, gender-neutral reader, “pet” is used in place of boy/girl

It felt like minutes ago where you found yourself at the local gas station, the sun setting and shining golden beams onto you and the racks of cold beer and alcohol. It was a couple of hours ago you were making small talk with two strange men as they searched through the shitty beer with you.

So how the hell did you end up here?

You really don’t remember the events leading up to this, the drugs strong enough to make your memories a bit hazy and your current state extremely woozy. Honestly, it felt like you had just woken up from a dental surgery. The smell hit you the hardest first — weed and beer, stuff you were extremely familiar with. You didn’t even process the soft words glazed over in a country accent until you felt large and strong hips pressed against yours. You were only left in your underwear, no shirt or pants in sight. . . yet these men were fully clothed. For now, at least.

“ Hey, Jak. . . mind turnin’ them over ?” his voice echoed through your head, glossy and lazy eyes tried their best to scan the area and the people; you could really only make out a large figure of a man with dark, fluffy hair and a white shirt. . . then you started to get your senses back. His hands were gripping your hips as he adjusted you, quickly flipping you over so your ass was pressed perfectly against his tented jeans.

This shocked you awake despite the lingering effects of the drug. Your head shot up, almost unable to keep your eyes on him as your head nodded a little. His smooth fingers graced your jaw before gripping it and lifting your face up even more — it hurt ! Not like you could really feel the pain, anyways. . . but it did strain your muscles uncomfortably!

“ They’re awake. . G’mornin’, darlin’ ,” he spoke softly, but his calm tone contradicted the scary look in his eyes. You couldn’t quite describe how he looked. . . intimidating? No, possessive and needy. He looks like he hasn’t had this in weeks, he looks like he needs this. This look alone made tears prick in your eyes, and those fat tears of yours finally fell down reddening cheeks as your eyes trailed down and stared right at his own crotch.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, or yell, or scream, because you felt so weak and helpless. What broke you out of your spiraling thoughts was the loss of the other’s, Jak’s, hands on your hips as he stepped away. Maybe he had changed his mind, you hoped — ziiiiip! He was unzipping his jeans and eventually letting them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them, then he lifted your hips again to press against you. You whimpered, and they laughed.

You felt disgusting, and they had barely started.

“ Don’t they look beautiful, Wade? Just look at their figure. . .” he trailed off as his large hand roamed your hips and lower back, then they teased the hem of your underwear. Jak let go of you for a few seconds as he awkwardly lifted your legs to strip you, he should’ve just ripped ‘em off considering how uncomfortable those twists were!

“ Yeah, they’re a pretty thing.” Wade let go of your face as he also stepped away and started to undress himself, leaving himself fully bare except for socks; these actions inspired Jak to follow suit and strip himself of his shirt and toss it to the side. They were. . . slightly uncoordinated. Honestly, you had started to nod off as soon as you were left untouched, eyes slowly rolling back into your eyes before your face was forcibly shoved into the base of a warm and well groomed dick.

Wade let out a long sigh of contentment as you felt more tears fall from your wide eyes, weak whimpers humming through your chest and throat. “ Lick ,” he commanded. You don’t even know what has gotten over you because you followed his orders, tongue pathetically lolling out and finding off comfort against the underside of his cock. He visibly shuddered, free hand sliding through your hair to grip oh so gently. “ Good pet ,” he rewarded, hips slightly moving against your wet muscle as if encourage you to keep licking. And you did. It felt natural for your lip to eventually clamp down on his dick, sucking softly along it. Wade’s eyebrows furrowed a little as his face heated up and covered the drunken rosy cheeks he previously had.

He looks beautiful like this, you thought. (Really, it felt like the drugs were thinking and doing for you.)

You really weren’t paying any mind to the giant of a man behind you until you felt cold and wet fingers touch at your entrance. A long and muffled whine left you as a finger intruded you, not giving you even a split second to adjust as it. It was rough and slow, and you wish you had just a little bit to adjust — oh god! he added another finger, obviously eager for you to open up to him faster. Your mouth fell open as Wade pulled himself away, letting his tip be guided to your lips. It took a moment for you to open your mouth again as you took a few seconds to swallow back any saliva that was pooling into the bottom of your jaw. Immediately you felt the tip push past your lips, a drop of pre getting caught on your top lip and smearing onto his cock. Thankfully he didn’t push all the way in, or else you’d gag a little. He seemed to be in a trance from the way the top row of your teeth lazily rested on his length, and the way your tongue was pressed against the underside of it. You almost cringed at the way he throbbed against you, but you were in no such state to back away. In fact, your body tried to push forward into him more.

The two fingers that invaded you so personally had nulled out again as your mind and body focused on the lovely intrusion in your mouth. It didn’t last for long, though. The fingers that once filled you were replaced with a much bigger dick that started slipping into you. It was scary and you wanted to tense up and kick him off, but you couldn’t. Your body stayed practically limp and relaxed for the two of them. In a matter of seconds, you were full. This was a new and strange feeling for you, and it caused even more tears to fall down your face. With the way you were so full, and with how red your face was, someone would think that you’re enjoying this.

Jak had to sit there for a bit and savor the feeling. You were just so warm and tight and a perfect fit for him. Wade could say the same about your mouth; your teeth were delightful, pretty and white. . they may have had some imperfections, but god did he love them. He loves the way your tongue stayed pressed against him while he slowly rocked into your mouth, feeling the soft ridges of your teeth graze against subtle veins and reddening skin. You could hear him whisper occasionally, mumble a few gosh’s and good pet’s under his breath as he continued to fuck your mouth .

Now you were really awake, especially after Jak picked up a good and steady pace. It sounded and felt like he was watching himself stretch you beyond your comfort, hands gripping your hips and spreading your ass to get the best view possible. The hand on your hip would inevitably trail down to your most intimate parts, slowly starting to rub at you and entice you more and more. He wanted you to feel wanted and loved.

Drool coated your chin, pre-cum and tears mixed in with that to make you look extra pathetic. Your blown-out pupils were staring up at Wade, having trouble focusing on him — focusing on anything. You were whimpering and whining against him, voice straining against weak vocal cords and your chest pushed out more long and drawn out moans.

You loved this. This is what you needed right now.

It didn’t take too long for them to find a faster and slightly harsher pace, brutally using your holes to their liking. They needed this, too. It also didn’t take long after that for them to get close to their climax, because gods did you feel amazing.

Wade slowly pulled out, almost edging himself, as he held your mouth open to catch his cum. He jerked himself at a quick and desperate pace, letting out a few moans here and there, before finally finishing in your mouth. He forced your jaw shut as his other hand finally let go of your hair to pinch your nose. He was forcing you to swallow. On the other hand, Jak was pressing himself into you as far as he could. He had a wide grin plastered on his face, teeth parted just enough to let him pant and breath freely. The sound the two of you’d hips made was loud. His own became erratic and animalistic, that hand that was teasing you finally coming up to your hip to push you against him further. The sound he made when he reached his peak was music to your ears, he sounded heavenly to you. You could live with hearing that often if it meant he used you like this frequently.

After Jak pulled out, they both sat back and observed their work. The two of them were grinning, satisfied with what they made of you.

They made you theirs.

#not proofread im too lazy #SORRY FISH AND BONES #:3c it’s 2am and I have class at 8am #mika writes #jak harasi #wade curtis #lovers trophy #jak harasi x reader #wade curtis x reader #nsft #nsft writing

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morgana-ren · 8 months

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On the subject of cheating…. How do you think Astarion would react to a dark urges Tav who doesn’t show any disapproval towards him for infidelity but does try to brutally murder all of his other flings

I can’t reconcile if he would be upset about them having too much agency in this situation and stop it or just into Tav being possessive of him in the way he’s possessive of them

He wakes to the pleasant and unmistakable tang of blood.

It's not uncommon for Astarion to greet the morning steeped in the sweet, saccharine scent of blood. Not at all. In fact, it's most welcome upon first waking, ranking among a deep, rich brandy and defiled silk sheets for his favorites. A metallic bouquet of a lovely, robust breakfast just begging to be supped on, just for him. If you were to ask him, there's truly nothing finer in the world.

An indulgent inhale has him sitting up, slipping a lazy hand through his hair and tongue running over his fangs as his mouth waters. The pit of hunger gnawing at his gut isn't quite so terrible as it used to be when he was but a filthy spawn, but he wouldn't ever deny himself the decadence of breakfast served up to him in bed.

The source of the delectable scent lies flopped over on the opposite side of the mattress, and he glances over with sleepy, hazy eyes to admire the sight. Her long, silky hair splays raggedly over her face, one of her arms limply hanging off the edge in what cannot be a comfortable position. The sheet haphazardly wrapped around her only scantly covers her rear, and by proxy, the sloppy mess he'd made between her thighs a few hours prior.

Clearly, he'd worn her clean out.

He chuckles; he can't help it. He's almost proud of himself-- if it wasn't so commonplace, that is. It's so terribly difficult for these weak and paltry little things to keep up with his kingly stamina, and he cannot begrudge the delicate humans that end up beneath him for losing consciousness.

Still! It's time to wake up, as he's remarkably hungry and he will not go another second without sinking his fangs into her swan-like neck.

"Darling, you sucked me dry and left me ravenous," He reaches for her, tracing a teasing claw up the dotted curve of her spine. "It would be positively unacceptable to leave me in such a state before you go."

She doesn't respond to his sentiment, and so after several seconds of testing his patience, he prods at her upper arm, eventually resorting to jostling her lightly with his hand, pinching her flesh between his clawed fingers--

--and it's only then that he realizes that her skin is ice to the touch, and he cannot feel her chest move with her breath in his palm. While that is entirely normal for him, it's not normal for small human women.

The sharp aroma of blood is far too palpable, even for his palace.

His red eyes truly focus on the girl contorted in his sheets for the first time: Her skin far too pallid, her stench far more enticing than it had been hours ago. His hand goes to brush the hair from her face, and there's a slick, wet feeling between his fingers as he does.

He is hit with the subtle yet bitter scent of freshly dying blood. Something that is usually sequestered only to beings beginning a state of decay. Something that should not be in his bed.

Unsettling, he thinks, but mostly irritating. Dead, hmm? He's almost certain he didn't kill this one on accident. Fairly certain. He callously rolls the woman's dead weight onto her back, frowning as he's met with a scene that he's quite certain he couldn't have done accidentally.

What was her throat is now a gaping maw of blood and bone-shine, scraps of gore clearly ripped out from inside. Her mouth-- or what is barely left of it-- is twisted in an eternal wordless scream, her face eternally contorted in some unseen horror. Her lovely eyes are wide and frozen in terror, unblinking and milky. Upon further inspection of her body, there is a hole where he assumes her still-beating heart had once been, clawed savagely free from her ribs by some brutal, unrelenting force.

He scowls, needling his lower lip with his teeth. It's a shame, he thinks with an exasperated sigh. He's sure was a beauty before all of this.

Another vicious, deadly beauty clearly demands his attention now, and he pushes the dead whore off the bed with an annoyed huff, snatching his long silk robe from the bedpost before affixing it around his body.

"Such a pity," He fastens the tie around his narrow waist, stepping carefully around the bedframe to stand in front of the newly made corpse with a grimace. "You were so vivacious last night, dear girl. But you're making the wrong kind of mess of my sheets, and I cannot abide that."

With a careless tug, he rips the remains of the young woman off his mattress, her mutilated body landing on the floor with an uncomfortable, wet thud. He steps over her, striding towards the door, feeling decidedly irritated. He was planning to spend a lazy afternoon in bed, but it appears something more urgent demands his immediate attention.

"Good morning, my lord--" A servant greets him just outside of his door with a sweeping bow and an expertly balanced tray. Astarion doesn't bother to look at him, instead grabbing a morning glass of wine, taking several deep swigs before finally sneering unpleasantly down at the man.

"Where is my wife?"

Another scraping bow, but Astarion doesn't stay to witness it. Rather, he takes off down the hall in search of someone more important. Someone that, he imagines, was rather busy last night after he fucked-- Hells, what was her name? He doesn't remember. Did he ever know?

"In her garden, sire."

"Right," Astarion carelessly tosses the glass back onto the floor, where it shatters to pieces. "There's a rather putrid corpse on the floor in there. Have it taken care of. I want it spotless before I return."

"Yes, my lord."

He tries to recall as he makes his way through his palace and towards the garden, and ultimately decides he doesn't care.

He finds his lovely wife right where he expects to, taking a leisurely stroll in her strangely fruitful garden. The scent of damp, rich soil permeates the air, mingling with odd, exotic flowers he has brought her and lush, fertile plants that she has coaxed into life with her hands. Blossoming organic life from nothing is not something that he imagined was in the wheelhouse of a favored child of Bhaal-- quite the opposite, really-- and yet, she seems to have nurtured a niche talent for it of late.

It irks him that she's grown somehow cold to his affections. She no longer stares at him with owlish eyes and flushing cheeks and a rapidly beating heart; rather she seems to shrug off even his most endeavored attempts at seduction with an ease that, if he didn't know for a fact that he was the most powerful and attractive man in a country mile, might hurt his pride.

She seems entirely at peace and unbothered, gently cradling a small rose between her fingertips, admiring it as it slowly blooms into a lovely, blood-red bud. The placid expression of someone either entirely unacquainted with the art of murder, or a masterful artist with it, and he knows all too well which one. As he approaches, she doesn't acknowledge him with anything other than a brief turn of her head and flick of her eyes.

"Your garden is looking lovely as always," He saddles up behind her despite her aloof silence, gingerly sliding his arms around her waist and leaning to scent along the side of her neck. "As are you, my sweet girl."

She only hums her acknowledgement, her ever-present sly semi-smile unfaltering as he speaks, still clearly far more taken with her flowers rather than his company and flatteries.

A deadly mistake for everyone other than her.

"Been busy this morning, little love?"

"Oh, only as much as usual," She gives him nothing--no guilt, no anxiety, just the hints of a mischievous, murderous smile-- as she releases the flower from between her fingers, turning instead to continue sauntering through the row. "I try to keep busy."

A quick sniff reveals all he needs to know. He doesn't need to get any closer to the freshly filled hole to smell the rancid stench rising from it. Underneath the sopping wet dirt, mingling with fertilizer and fallen leaves is the unmistakable stench of dead flesh; A muscle steeped in still blood, to be specific. Buried beneath soil alongside the foreign seeds lies what is left of the mangled heart of the woman he'd taken to bed last night, now planted in his wife's garden in some macabre ritual to sustain yet another carnivorous horror she's gotten her hands on and is now coddling into growth.

"I can see that," He croons, eying a fresh mound in the dirt, clearly freshly dug. "Is this one new?"

"Just this morning, dear," She lulls softly, a barely discernible playful edge to her voice. "Newly planted."

Dozens more peculiar vines twist up from the ground in various states of growth in nice, even spaces carefully organized into rows. Under the lively essence of plants and sticky-sweet flowers is the painfully apparent stench of decay and rot; Months and months of the still-lingering scent of blood of all the lovers he'd taken, turning spoiled and foul in putrefaction in her grisly little garden. All of their lives ended preemptively by his wife with the same feral glee that a rabid mongrel must feel upon sinking its fangs into a terrified, defenseless creature.

All for daring to indulge in him.

What a senseless thing. Died so futilely and no doubt miserably at the hands of his wife, alone and panicked only feet from their powerful king, and for what? Finding their way into his bed? How absurd. Who could resist him? Who would dare? He almost pities the funeral procession of poor creatures whose hearts have become fodder for the dirt, no honoring of their lives save his consort's nursery, fed and weaned on their innards. Their final moments belong to his insatiable wife's ruthless bloodlust through no fault of their own, and yet--

--Something about her vicious possessiveness over him smolders in his core, igniting a twisted arousal that coils the length of his spine and constricts like a serpent until he simply cannot stop himself. Deadly, precise, perfect little wife of his, so vicious and yet so precious to him. He swears her bloodlust only serves to stoke the flame, and how he longs to devour her.

(How long has she denied him? How long has she teased and tested him, tantalizing him with memories of burying himself inside of her sweet, tight heat with merciless drive, supping from the delectable blood of her soft body, her voice crying his name like a chant to some dark God until she rips what is left of his soul clean from him to take it into herself. She would yield for no one, a primal and ferocious creature beneath the veneer of illustrious, undead beauty, and yet she would heel to only him, letting him lose himself in her warmth, her fire until he burned--)

He reaches around and whirls her to face him so that she cannot feign indifference under his scrutinizing gaze. She knows better than to fight his manhandling and allows him to spin her towards him, though she refuses to wilt under his sultry glower. Her expression remains entirely passive as his hand reaches up to take her chin between two fingers, squeezing hard enough to have her wincing.

"Another one, darling?"

"You dislike the roses?" She blinks big eyes at him, the perfect picture of innocence. She hasn't been innocent a day in her life, and today certainly isn't a start.

A part of him wishes he could remain angry-- or at least a little indignant-- about the fact that she believes she has some overarching and indisputable claim on him, but deep down, he knows that she's right; she does have a staked claim in his heart in a way no one else ever possibly could. Even as his eyes and body might stray from her, he is forced to admit time and time again that nothing compares to his wrathful little lover. The strays he shepherds into his bed don't fill the gaping hole she leaves within him in her absence, her wretched denial of him. It is only silently that he acknowledges his wayward lust is just his spiteful response to her cruel neglect.

"Don't play the fool for me, my dearest girl, you're a terrible actress. Another concubine. Another corpse in your grim little graveyard. Is calling it a well-tended monument to your jealousy perhaps too romantic?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, my love," She smiles gently, lifting a hand between their chests and up to her face, slipping a finger between her plush lips. He smells the lingering blood on it and yet he cannot take his eyes off her tongue as it curls sensually around the length of her knuckles and how immaculate it might feel on him. He cannot help himself but think just how graciously daddy Bhaal has blessed him with his beautiful daughter; How fiercely alluring it is to watch his undomesticated little monster clean up her homicidal mess.

It started as all things do: With a seed. A bladed joke bloomed into irritation and resentment. His endless libido and her cresting bloodlust come to blows over priorities. The only woman who dared to gainsay him, her lovely little hands covered in blood and the power of Bhaal coursing through her veins keeping her too wild to be truly tamed by his vampiric blessing. His appetite for domination was insatiable, as was hers.

A child of Bhaal would not be tamed-- even by him.

He craved obedience and reticence-- he craved raw reverence and worship. To be viewed with wide eyes and admiration and blind devotion from some poor, pitiful creature too weak and foolish to resist him; To be seen as a God before a miserable little mortal; For his subject to offer willingly for a chance to taste of his splendor.

It is the only thing his beloved would never give him: acknowledgement of his superiority; submitting before him, allowing him to enforce his will upon her willingly. She is a fanged and clawed creature, wild by nature, and she would not purr her praises chained at his feet. She commands respect-- even from him.

She could never play the fool for him, encouraging him to believe that she was helpless against him, or weak, or pitiful, or foolish. It would insult her pride and her lineage. She is a force of nature in her own right, and he could never truly own her without her consent-- consent she has withheld.

And so, he would tell you that he simply retaliated.

She never spared him a sour word when he teased the waters about bringing other people into their marital bed. She only smiled that damn smile of hers and told him that he can do as he wishes as the king. Hells, she hardly seemed to notice when he first took some pathetic creature into their sheets for some harmless fun. The reaction he yearned for from her, some measly sign of her devotion to him, she wickedly denied him, seemingly knowing full well the impact it had upon him.

It drove him to madness, a spiraling misery fueled by his pride. He refused to beg for her, and she would refuse to kneel before him. He came to believe that truly she did not crave him with the same veracity that he longed for her. He no longer sought her out, and she did not come seeking. Surely, if she loved him, she would show some sign, some indication of caring that his fingers caressed a pale pastiche of her rather than where they desperately longed to be: Tracing her lovely mouth, coaxing her clever tongue, circled around her neck, between her warm thighs--

--And then corpses began popping up like flowers, and his beloved suddenly took up gardening.

She grinds his patience to a fine powder, and something about that gets his fires burning hotter than it ought to. Her insouciant dismissal of him, the absurdly casual slaughter of insignificant sex partners and then having the audacity to seem almost bored of his presence. She clearly cares enough to rip the bleeding hearts out of his inconsequential conquests, and yet, here she stands, utterly unfazed by him, having the audacity to feign indifference.

"If you're jealous, my love, you only need say so," He hushes to her, batting her cheek softly as he forces her to look up at him. "You needn't kill everyone who finds their way into my bed. I would cease if you simply said the words."

"Jealous?" Her brow furrows, head cocking, her lips jutting into a little pout. "I don't know what you mean."

What he asks is simple, so dreadfully simple. So easy, so, so easy--

Acquiesce to me.

And yet, she dares to deny him even as there is blood on her hands from strangling and wringing his full attention from his lover's corpses.

The wall of the greenhouse he built for her isn't particularly comfortable, but he couldn't care less as he shoves her against it, bullying his body against hers with brutal force, slamming her head against the glass with a lightning-fast palm encircling her throat.

"Why do you insist on being such an obstinate little brat?"

She opens her mouth to reply, and he squeezes tighter in response, choking the air from her little neck and stoppering the words on her tongue. There is a flash of something in her eyes once they open again, but he isn't entirely certain which sin it's indicative of: wrath or lust, or some degenerate mix of both.

It had to be her.

"I don't know what you mean, my lord," She croaks as he allows it, her hand clasped on his wrist as he clenches the rounds of her neck. He swears he sees her lip twitch in the ghost of a smirk even as he suffocates her. He holds all the power over life and death over her, and yet she is insufferably calm.

"I warned you not to play stupid, darling. You know very well what I mean." He growls against her ear, frustration and arousal building to impossible levels. Of all the women in Toril, it had to be her-- it had to be--

"Admit it," He hisses, sharp fang nipping at her ear. "Just admit it, and ask-- beg me, and I'll stop."

He feels the chuckle bubble in her throat even as he cannot hear it through the pressure he applies to her windpipe. "Beg what, my lord?" Her eyes narrow, her amusement apparent even as she has a practiced expression of apathy, whispering back to him with a strained voice still somehow full of unmitigated audacity. "Do you think I suffer?"

His lip curls downwards, and he realizes that he has no leverage here other than her violent jealousy, which she will happily unleash upon his unfortunate bedfellows rather than swallow her pride and cling to him as she should. She has no qualms with murder, and he might as well hand-deliver her victims. It has become an inevitable truth that whoever finds themselves romping beneath the sheets with their king won't be leaving alive because the queen would rather die than admit she cares that he spends his affections elsewhere.

"You can't hold out forever," He knees her legs apart and wedges himself between them, grinding his lust into the clothed heat of her core. "You will beg for me. You will acquiesce. You know your place is at my side."

He pushes forward again, lips brushing against her cheek, his warm breath on her neck sending shivers spiraling down her spine. The way she rhythmically gyrates her hips deliberately against where he wants her most has his hands flexing, kneading deeper into her flesh. His nails dig into her deceptively soft skin, sliding one hand up her body to grope gratuitously at her curves before crawling up to thread his pale fingers through her hair. With the silky strands weaved between his knuckles, he yanks, exposing her throat to the mercy of his razor-sharp fangs like a wolf perched over carrion. He'd die before admitting the overwhelming, frantic need she inspires within him, but he swears if he doesn't have her now, he will perish.

She exhales ragged and husky, squirming against him in apparent need, but still manages to stand her ground. "I am at your side, my lord. Your front, to be more specific."

"On your knees, on your back, whatever I demand. Give in to me. Heed my command, my love," He releases his fingers from her neck, both his arms snaking behind her to scoop her ass in his palms and hike her up against his waist, bidding her wordlessly to lock her legs around him. She does it instinctively, throwing her arms around his neck, tugging playfully at his silver hair as she does. He keeps her up with easy purchase against the wall, keeping her prisoner between a wiry cage of eager limbs and foggy glass panes. "Submit to me of your own free will. Kneel to me, your husband and king, and submit to me fully."

His voice is low and husky as he exhales against the shell of her ear, doing his best to swallow down the desire to rip her pretty dress to shreds with his bare hands and ravage her on the filthy ground of her greenhouse.

"All you need do is say the words," He mutters, barely audible even to her, the scent of her driving him to the precipice of insanity. "Say you belong to me, body and soul. Submit to me, girl, and I'll never have need of another."

He feels the derisive chuckle in her throat reverberate against his own mouth and pulls away to observe. Her eyes are glassy and low as they meet his, moist lips parted in a little 'o', trying so hard not to do that hateful little smile of hers. His hand tightens in her hair, jerking his hips ruthlessly against her once again. So close now, he can feel it, he's going to destroy her, ruin her, tear her to pieces only to put her back together and do it again--

She dares to deny him, dares to have the raw audacity to mock him-- he's going to hurt her so badly, sink his fangs into her neck and drain her fucking dry, force himself inside of her until she has to beg him through hiccupping sobs to stop, unable to fend him off in his full power. He will show her who is the master--

"No."

She cranes her head forward just a little and gives him a mockingly gentle peck on the mouth. It's deceptively gentle and cruel in its intention, entirely meant to taunt him. In his shock at her gall, he is stalled, almost paralyzed and entirely unresponsive and numb to the tidal wave of rage and lust that collides in a nuclear cocktail deep in his gut. It's but a brief moment before he regains control over his senses, and when he does--

"Maybe," She flicks her tongue out, licking a small, red stripe up his cupid's bow. "But not yours-- and you can try, my love."

He releases his grip on her hair only to grab her cheeks, digging his fingers into her jaw so hard that he can feel her gums scrape against the ivory ridges of her fangs. Her wince of pain doesn't escape him, fueling the inferno inside of him as he snarls, baring teeth down on her as a predator might.

"You dare to play games with me? You are a miserable, stubborn little whore and I'd see you put back in your proper place!"

It's more animalistic growl than spoken sentence, and even as he squeezes her face, he can see the twitches of a smile on her crumpled mouth. He can smell the blood on her tongue, the utter defiance in her expression, and despite his frenzy of anger, he throbs between her thighs.

--and yet it's him on the cusp of inescapable frenzy, the taste of her now blasting away the dull, gray months and the now; this one fiery moment where she is wholly his, reminding him of the untamable bonfire of desire she stokes within. His beloved consort, his wife, until death take them both or not at all--

It should drive him into a blind, red rage, but it just makes him harder, pulsing against her insistently, his body demanding entrance to what is rightfully his--

"You will always belong to me."

He crushes his mouth to hers so hard it pains the both of them, more devouring gnashes and fierce, hungry greed for her than passionate kiss. His fangs break the skin of her lip, his tongue thrusting between her teeth, determined to taste every inch she offers up to him. She mewls weakly into his mouth, trying to break the kiss to breathe, but he won't allow it; she only breathes by his will and he'd see her reminded of that--

A battle he will win.

"Mine-- only mine--"

He pants it sloppily into her open mouth, still desperately trying to swallow her essence into himself. She manages to tug away from his unhinged fervor, though only briefly, just to heave and whoop air into her lungs, desperate to catch her breath before she speaks:

"Not if you're not only mine."

It's a fool's facade, this game they play. Around and around and around once more, each demanding prostration of the other only to burn themselves on their own encompassing greed for the other. A toxic whirlwind of emerald-green jealousy and blood-red rage, enveloped entirely by hazy, punch-drunk lust. Two titans locked in a battle for dominance, chasing the vulnerability of the other one.

He hard-swallows, using every ounce of strained willpower he has in his willowy body to retreat away from her, casting his savage need into an abyssal pit inside of him and sealing it before it swallows him. instead. Slowly, he manages to peel away, slowly setting her feet back on the ground, doing his best to compose himself despite the very blatantly obvious signs of arousal and his apparent state of both mental and physical dishevelment.

"I won't humor you forever, darling," He purrs, giving her one last squeeze before stepping back away from her, distancing himself from her control over his body that he loathes. "I always get what I want. You should know that."

She blinks up at him again, her lips puffy and skin smeared with swatches of blood that he has to bite his tongue to keep from tasting. "Not this time."

His lips quirk in a condescending grin at her adorable little show of defiance, resituating himself within his linen pants without shame. "We'll see, my dear."

With that, he abandons the 'conversation,' turning to walk out of the greenhouse, only sparing one last glance at her garden of flesh-- and then once back at her. It breaks his willpower in a way he is miserable to admit, but his need for her overwhelms his pride.

One last snarl in her direction, and he turns to stalk out, itching to backhand the smugness from her pretty face. If he does, he knows well enough that he will not be able to walk away from her. He will take her here and now in a maelstrom of blood, violence, and ruthless sex, and he will lose this little game of control, and he cannot have that.

Still, that doesn't mean she is allowed to believe she has any choice in the matter.

"It's been long enough. I am expecting you in my bed tonight. Do not make me come searching for you. You won't like what happens if I must seek you out."

She seems surprised and almost pleased with his minor acquiescence. It comes in the form of a demand, but she knows full well that it's the best she's going to get. She offers him a sweet smile, smoothing her skirts back down her legs from where he'd hiked them up around her still-quaking legs. He can still smell her, the wet between her thighs, the rich, royal blood flowing through her veins, her body that sings to him a siren song luring him to his fall. If he doesn't break something in soon, he is going to combust--

"We'll see."

He traipses back into the palace, body shuddering and shivering in its effort to control the raging hormones. He is ravenous, needing to drain someone dry and be drained dry-- and soon. Another well-trained servant greets in the halls, cautiously approaching upon seeing his dour expression, bowing from some distance away in case his master decides to lash out.

"My lord--"

"A concubine. Now. Sent directly to my chambers. We are not to be disturbed, no matter what you hear. Do not keep me waiting."

#morgana and friends #ascended astarion x tav #ascended astarion x reader #astarion x dark urge #nasty boy stuff and there's a body count in this #don't read if sensitive #lots of tension and a ping pong game of idiots trying to get the one-up on each other #just as toxic as you'd imagine #sorry this is not edited or proofread I was far too lazy #im proud of myself for just getting it out #It ain't great but hey it's what I got in me right now

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aroaceleovaldez · 2 months

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the show chb logo was also ripped from fandom, like in the past decade all the official chb shirt had the logo without the circle and then the fandom started doing and the show went for it, sorry your tags reminded me of that

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Yeah, I know Delphi Strawberry Service has done more circular-based CHB shirt designs for ages, and I've seen the more circular-based designs floating around for awhile. I think Magicbysab's circular-based CHB shirt designs also predate the show design? Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I understand on a level that if they did base it off fandom designs, particularly if they're basing anything on widespread fanon or fandom-based concepts, it can be difficult to pin down credit or may even seen unnecessary. But if they're going to be doing that I feel like at least they could hire like, a fandom consultant of sorts? Instead of just ripping off from the fandom, hire someone from the community who produces that already so at least there's some recognition and acknowledgement of where it originated.

Heck, in some instances if you ask around in the fandom it's not hard to pinpoint who specifically popularized certain concepts! I could talk for ages about Cherryandsisters being a driving force behind photokinesis!Will, or Saberghatz with plague!Will (tbh between the two they spearheaded a ton of early Will/Solangelo fanon), and I swear Drksanctuary alone is behind like 50% of Alabaster fanon, etc etc etc. People in the fandom know these things! Heck, we know ReadRiordan company knows how to do that kind of thing! They commissioned Viria for the official art, and the UK Riordan newsletter reaches out to fans all the time to feature their work (with credit, they're one of the better ones)! Though in Rick's book tours he did showcase Viria's art (at least with credit) without asking before she got commissioned, and during the Tower of Nero book tours they actually straight up stole a solangelo edit from Pervysloth with completely zero credit (link is to my canon url readriordan parody blog).

I think it doesn't help as well that Rick and his editor allegedly use the fandom wiki in place of a series bible. The PJO wiki is notorious for putting inaccurate information or fanon onto pages at random and having no sources. (What I wouldn't give for the PJO wiki to have frequent book/page sources a la Warrior Cats wiki...) There are what, now almost 18 books in the main series alone? Of an extremely renowned best-selling series that's 20 years old and now being adapted for TV? And they STILL don't have a series bible? That's like, step 1 of writing a series. This kind of reliance of the fandom for resources and concepts definitely isn't new for them.

It just feels so bizarre as to what it says about how the ReadRiordan company views the fandom and the creatives within it. I understand that trying to figure out how to give credit to the concept of "CHB shirt design, but circular!" is difficult, if you even can find out who did that first or popularized it. But if you're going to rip things from fandom, at least find somebody to try and credit? Show that you put in even the tiniest amount of effort? And if you get it wrong and people know, they'll correct you and that's that! But ReadRiordan just keeps trying to actively obscure these kinds of things, even with their own media, not ripped from the fandom, which makes it feel all the worse when it gets pointed out. And a lot of the time the whole reason those concepts get popular is because they're filtered through big names in the fandom! The fandom is a community! We know these people! We can point to them and explain exactly what they popularized! Remember how Velinxi popularized long haired Piper with the heart-shaped flyaways? Goodness only knows how many fandom designs are heavily influenced by Viria and Minuiko and Burdge (and Indigonite and Fuocogo and Ikimaru and Thecottonproject and Joker-ace and Sixofclovers and Vikingmera and Saber and Cherry and and and-). If you are in the community this stuff is easy to find. But Rick and the ReadRiordan company clearly being ~5 years behind with fanon pretty obviously tells me that they're not in the community at all, and aren't bothering trying.

#riordanverse #pjo #readriordan #pjo tv crit #rr crit #Anonymous #ask #long post //#sorry i am passionate about fandom history and crediting artists #its late and im too lazy to proofread right now so im just throwing this one out there #apologies if it's nonsensical #anyways Rick and ReadRiordan stop ripping off literally everyone challenge #stares pointedly at Rick blatantly recycling his own writing. its not a fun callback my guy thats just lazy writing #percy making a dam joke to himself in SoN? cute callback #solangelo falling into tartarus scene in TSATS being a direct rip of percabeth in MoA/HoH? what the hell man

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wosemi-sama · 1 month

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Hey !! may i request ageneral dating hc with vbs boys x fem!reader..?

so the reader is apart of an online group (like nightcord) that makes slower paced songs..? like the song pipopipo by seranji poji or perferably the group lamp ? and she plays guitar and sings (also if possible may the reader also work at a small cafe) thx !!

hey nonnie!! hope u enjoy :3 (also i went WAY over the deadline for this im so sorry ashshshs...)

akito shinonome

This boy is SHOCKED to say the least.

What do you mean you sing??? And you play guitar??? AND you make music online??? Is there anything you can't do?

You never told him at the start of your relationship, and so once he found out he basically became your group's number one fan.

Song premiere? He's there. Cover? He's already in the YouTube waiting room. Merch drop? He's actually refreshed the page countless times, simply to buy a hoodie with your group's logo on it. Song teaser? He's watched it over two hundred times, admiring the pretty visuals, with you in the back of his mind.

Akito though, like he is with most things, would rather explode than admit it.

Akito will bashfully ask if you can sing to him. He just likes your voice, is all. He can't get enough of it.

Will sometimes show up to the café you work at (SPECIFICALLY during your shifts). Akito always asks you for a stack of pancakes and some coffee, just the way he likes it.

Overall, he really loves you and how talented you are.

toya aoyagi

He's actually heard of your group and their songs even before you started dating. He wasn't a superfan per se, he just enjoyed the music. He discovered it while branching out towards other genres of music that weren't classical. It was interesting to him.

Toya was definitely surprised when you told him. Not complete, utter shock, but it was still slightly surprising to him.

Likes to listen to you playing the guitar. He'll even request songs at times, humming along with each string your fingers strike. Same goes for when you sing, he compliments your voice. He chuckles seeing your face turn red at his words.

Like Akito, Toya enjoys coming to your café during your shifts, but unlike Akito, he's more blunt about it. He just had the urge to see you, you know? He always orders the same coffee anyways, so when you catch a glimpse of his hair at the door, you're already preparing the plain black coffee he always drinks.

#youve got mail! wanna open it?💌#akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi x reader #toya aoyagi #project sekai #project sekai x reader #proseka #puroseka #proseka x reader #GOD why was this so long. am i ok. anon i think youve awoken smth in me or something idk #im too lazy to proofread rn so we BALL 💯💯💯💯

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➤ HEADCANON : RELATIONSHIPS .

i've been meaning to write up this headcanon for some time now ! i really wanted to dig into noctis's relationships , how i view each one individually , and how he views the people closest to him in his life . for the sake of general interaction outside of ship partners or biases , there will be no mention of romantic attraction here ( perhaps with the exception of lunafreya because they have an arranged marriage in canon , but i'll keep it limited ) .

starting off , i want to say that noctis is a very dynamic character and how he interacts with people strongly depends on how they interact with him ( which i think is true for most people , haha ) . however , i think noctis is very feeling and often acts in accordance with his emotions , or lack thereof , depending on the circumstance . all this to say , some things listed may seem contradictory , but let's remember that noctis is Just A Guy , feelings are fluid , and everything is dependent on everything else . i'm going to organize this in a list - like manner to keep things more simple . i'm also not going to include EVERY single character ( even tho i strongly wish to .. i might do a part 2 with some of the more side characters down the line ) .

note : some interactions may shift depending on a rp partners portrayal / canon divergencies / general opinions . this material is crafting from my own headcanons and opinions , but i am willing to plot in different directions .

tw : parental death !!! long post incoming !

REGIS LUCIS CAELUM : noctis has always admired his father , looking up to him for as long as he can remember . he remembers yearning for his attention , but ultimately feeling as though he came second to his father's kingly duties . despite it , he always loved him . regis would read or tell noctis bed time stories ( along with aulea , until her passing when he was eight years old ) until he was thirteen years old , when noctis waved him off in an effort to "grow up" , but secretly missed the time they'd spent together before bed each night . this is also when his insomnia first started to become apparent . i think regis desperately tried to make time for noctis , and is the one who taught noctis to fish in the pond behind the citadel . taught him to drive in the car manufactured specifically for him , taught him that truly living is the most important prospect in life , to take care of business , but also to take care of himself ( some lessons of which he certainly casted aside ) . still , regis let him get away with things and do things he normally would not due to his knowledge of his son's inevitable demise . he desperately wanted noctis to be able to live his life in a way that was meaningful and full of joy . noctis's dealings with expectation , societal pressure , and depression had other plans . noctis loved him , before and after his passing , and always will . despite this , there is always a shallow bit of resentment he holds for his father : that they did not spend enough time together , that he did not learn the lessons he needed to survive as king , that he felt scared and alone so often in the citadel with a father nowhere to be found . his childhood beneath regis was not perfect , and he often felt discarded despite regis's best efforts . perhaps it comes with the territory , noctis understands after accepting his duty as king , but it does not negate his feelings on the matter . he is also angry in general , that his father was taken from him before he could learn all that it is he wished to learn ( though , truthfully , he thinks to himself that there's nothing that could have prepared him for the way of the world and bahamut's plans ) . i also believe that during noctis's teenage years , he began to reject his father for his priorities and viewed regis letting noctis get away with certain things as a lack of care , as he is not aware that regis is aware of the prophecy . he interprets it as an unwillingness to be his parent and puts a wall between the two of them , and becomes cruelly independent from him , relying more so on his friends than his father . it's part of the reason he also rejects his duty as prince/king , because he does not 'want to end up as his father . ' of course , this whole viewpoint shifts as he grows and matures more into himself , but there was a time when they hardly spoke . regis , letting noctis grow into adulthood and allowing him the space he craved , and noctis , craving his affection and attention , but distancing himself further from him despite it . they had their ups and downs for sure . (maybe i should have made the regis section its own post ummm)

AULEA LUCIS CAELUM : my headcanon for aulea is canon divergent , as in canon , she dies when noctis is an infant , and they were never able to spend much time together . in my portrayal , aulea lives until noctis is eight years old , and dies in the same daemon attack that injured his back and sent him into a comatose state . i think she was a very dedicated woman , to her role as queen , to her work , and to her family . noctis relied on her often for emotional support , and she did her damn best to be there for him when regis could not , though , noctis still spent a decent amount of time being cared for by the maids and hired caretakers he did not know very well , and did not like . despite that , they cherished each other greatly , and aulea taught him many things herself . many of the things he learned from her were things like empathy , understanding , nurturing ( even as bad as he is at it currently . i think he was really good at putting those things into practice before the daemon incident and her demise ) . she is the reason he has such a soft heart beneath his wishy washy exterior . she is the reason he loves so strongly and wholeheartedly . he also always admired the relationship between herself and regis , even if he , at times , felt excluded from them . he decided he wanted to experience a relationship like theirs , were the time to ever come .

LUNAFREYA NOX FLEURET : lunafreya starts off as a good friend to noctis during his healing stay in tenebrae . after he awakens from his coma , she meets him and they become close . sharing stories , books , secrets , and adventures through his healing journey . i think having luna there beside him was the only thing that made his rehabilitation manageable . he was often miserable and hurting , but he looked forward to her visits every day , and thought of her every night . she gave him a familiar comfort , an understanding , and an ear that listened to him after his mom's passing . that event reshaped the entire way that noctis approached life and himself , and she was the first person to get to know him after the fact , with no pre-conceived notions or expectations of who he is or how he should act . he felt at home with her , until niflheim had ripped them asunder . as he has been aware , tenebrae does not have technology in the way that lucis or , more specifically , insomnia , does . they could not communicate but through letters , but his way with words eludes him most often . this lead to their maintaining contact through their shared notebook , noctis's sticker collecting habit ( as he learned luna enjoys stickers ) , and his short sentences scribbled beneath a cute sticker he thought she might enjoy . big life events were written about vaguely ( with the knowledge that the book could be found and read by the empire ) , but for the most part , he kept things between them simple . he has always valued her presence in his life . into adulthood , i think they both continuously grew in different directions , despite always cherishing the other and maintaining what little contact they were able . when the treaty is announced and noctis hears of his arranged marriage to lunafreya , i know it throws him for a loop . he has always cared for her , but to not speak to someone for a decade and then be thrown into a world in which you must marry is daunting . he's thankful it's to her and not a stranger or someone else , but i think he really gets confused about his romantic feelings for her , and as they develop , has a hard time deciphering if they exist because he is forcing them to , or if he has genuine feelings for her . i think it all hits the moment he sees her giving her speech in altissia , and i think he can truly imagine a life with her , but the expectations and pressures of it all are so overwhelmingly unmanageable . he has had to re-evaluate the love he has for her time and time again , and while eventually he does realize the extent of his romantic feelings for her , it did not come without chaos and confusion .

GLADIOLUS AMICITIA : so , gladio and noctis have not always has the best relationship , as depicted in the animated mini series : ffxv brotherhood . gladio taught noctis to fight , and had training sessions with him several days a week , though it was not anything he'd considered more than his duty as future shield . this was a job and nothing more . gladio did not like noctis , his childlike attitude , or his willingness to give up . noctis knew gladio did not like him and often dreaded their training sessions , knowing he'd be bested no matter how hard he tried , in turn , viewing the training as a waste of his time . after the iris incident ( when noctis lied to protect her , taking the brunt of the blame for something she did ) and gladio found out , their dynamic shifted . gladio started to develop a respect for him he did not have prior and noctis felt it too . because of this , noctis started taking gladio and their training more seriously and the two were able to bond through physical battle and practice . they started sharing more conversations , but i think gladio has always had a way with giving noctis advice and "lectures" that noctis often considered a bit condescending ( albeit , at times , welcome ) . their relationship at this point goes so deep and i think they understand each other in that way that needs no words . they know each others movements , the fluctuations in their voices , and their body language . they're both similarly stubborn and manage to butt heads a lot , but carry immense respect for the other , and they both have a special place in their heart for each other . they have a closeness and a trust where they aren't afraid to lash out at each other . they know the other can and will take it , and that they'll remain at each other's sides despite it .

IGNIS SCIENTIA : ignis and noctis share a bond that goes beyond ordinary friendship , and they trust each other with their lives . ignis was deemed noctis's advisor at age six , making noctis three years old at the time . their fate and friendship was decided for them , and ignis has been dedicated to him for as long as they've known each other . noctis has known ignis for as long as he can remember , and he values him with great intensity . i think ignis's devotion to noctis goes beyond noctis's understanding , despite him being aware that it exists . at times , it troubles him , knowing how much ignis would do for him , knowing that the way ignis loves is through his actions , through his sacrifices , and noctis has never doubted his devotion to his job . i'm sure he's been through some phases where he convinces himself that the reason ignis takes his wellbeing so seriously is because it's part of his job , and not solely because he cares about noctis as a friend . though , when he's of a more rational mind , he does not doubt their friendship through such lenses . he knows and trusts ignis wholeheartedly . as a teenager , he often argued against ignis , as the advisor just wanted what was best for noctis , but noctis wanted to do things his way regardless of their benefit or consequence . as they grow older , noctis appreciates him more earnestly and through his twenties , while he can still have a gripe or two here and there , he cherishes his dear friend . it's into his thirties , though , (or after the time skip , depending on the verse) that he really really values all of ignis's hardship , care , and self - sacrifice . he begins to understand ignis's love and devotion , he accepts it , and wishes to stand beside him . to take care of himself , so that ignis does not have to , but he will never forget all of the things he has done for him . in a verse where they both live through the ending , i think noctis's display of appreciation for ignis and his general interactions with him change drastically ( mostly for the better , depending on your view ) .

PROMPTO ARGENTUM : prompto means so much to noctis because he is his friend because he wants to be . he has no obligation tying him to noctis or his princehood , he simply ... decided he wanted to be his friend . and noctis appreciated that more than anything in the world . prompto and noctis are the same age and went through schooling together and have a lot of cherished memories , and noctis values his fun - loving and dramatic attitude , but also values their more serious moments of vulnerability and care . prompto is someone he can just simply be himself around . he does not have to worry about prying eyes , different opinions , complicated expectations . prompto just feels like home to him , and he brings noctis genuine joy when they spend time together . he feels value at his side , not as royalty , not as noctis lucis caelum , but as noct . he trusts him with his vulnerable side , though he may not show it much . he can escape the pressure of the world with him , laugh , and goof off . his mere friendship is a relief for him , and he loves to spend time at his side . i think they had a lot of small moments together when they'd hang out in their secondary school days , and his presence brought so much joy and addition to noctis's life that he wanted him to join on the roadtrip , and through that , they bonded so much more . he knows prompto from primary school , but assumed he was uninterested in befriending him . after all , it wasn't as if he didn't attract unwanted attention . and prompto didn't seem the type to want a lot of that sort of attention , so he left it alone . he hadn't a clue that prompto took it upon himself to 'prove himself' and would have loved to his friend despite his looks or personality . a person who wanted to be friends with noctis for noctis , he'd appreciate no matter what . being around prompto truly brings him back to himself when all of life seems to be pulling him in separate directions .

#♚ * headcanon ; carry the weight .#teehee... im normal <3 #i started writing this two weeks ago so if it seems choppy at some points im sorry #i didnt proofread bc i am ✨lazy✨ and that's too many words

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genezpen · 2 years

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『 abandoned 』

pairings: taehyun × afab!reader

genre: very suggestive

warnings: the setting was in a haunted/abandoned house, mention of dust, dirts & insects, kinda dominating taehyun, etc.. (lmk if i missed something, im so bad at warnings :<)

word counts: 894 words

"no way. i won't go inside that haunted house."

never did you ever think in your entire life that your crush is a scaredy cat. well, he's buff and smart and all and to finally know that he has at least one thing he can't do made me smile like crazy.

it's okay, taehyun. we can't have it all, indeed. i laughed to myself but i didn't know that it caught taehyun's eyes.

"i will only go inside if y/n will accompany me." he declared with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"ey, that's no fun. we have to go inside alone-" one of our colleague stopped his evil thoughts but the devil's persistent.

"then i won't enter that house."

everyone around us looked at me.

and the next thing i heard was the sound of the door closing behind me and taehyun.

i sighed deeply. i know i liked this guy for a long time but i also can't forget how painful it is to have him around.

"be thankful you can be with your crush, alone, in this abandoned house." taehyun smirked.

and yes, he knows about it. he ain't called smart for nothing.

i looked away from him to examine the inside and to avoid him as well. this place isn't scary at all. everything it has are dust and dirts and insects lurking around some pile of trash?

he walked forward bravely as if nothing scares him. oh... that does mean, he's not a scaredy cat at all? i felt a little sad to think that i failed to see throughhis weaknesses. but on the other hand, did he do it on purpose? he acted scared to have me inside this house... alone?

"come on, y/n. we gotta search for the book..." taehyun looked back at me looking so cool i want to punch him for making my heart pound inside my chest.

"hm!" i cleared my throat when our staring contest lasted for a minute or two.

slowly, my feet went to stroll behind him. looking around to find the brown notebook we are supposed to bring outside.

"why did you have to act like a scaredy cat earlier just to drag me here?" my question made him turn around to raise his brows at me.

"when did i ever said that i am scared? i simply declined coz it'll be boring to do this alone, don't you think so?" he put his hands on his pants pocket as he look down at me.

oh... that's right. he never said he's scared. he just doesn't want to do it, that's that.

silence fell between us after that. we stood five meters away from each other as we both stared into each others soulful eyes.

i gulped when i felt the tension slowly rising up, that's when he decided to close our distance with a step forward. without thinking, i took a step back hitting the dusty empty table against my exposed thighs.

i'm wearing a very short skirt that hugs my curve and a spaghetti shirt that shows so much cleavage. i noticed how his gaze drifted from my eyes, to my parted lips, then to my chest...

using both of his hands, taehyun locked me in between them. i stiffened when he leaned forward completely crushing my body against his.

then he whispered sensually.

"we have this house for ourselves, y/n..." his breathe kissed my neck sending shiver down my spine.

"you did this on purpose..." i accused him in a weak tone, slowly getting dizzy with our distance.

"of course, i did. i won't have to lie with you, do i?" with the back of his index finger, he glazed my soft cheeks gently.

i shake my head a 'no' slowly. i don't even know why i did it, i just did. i can't seem to think rationally when he's so inviting and hypnotizing. not when i could bet he can hear my heart beating so loud.

"it's getting hotter, isn't it?" i realized, his fingers was aiming for the forming sweat on the side of my face. then to my neck...

"i was actually... being very very patient since you arrived. coz if i wasn't, i'll definitely drag you to somewhere private the moment i laid my eyes on what you were wearing."

i felt his knees trying to part my tightly pressed together thighs. and i fucking let him because i lost all my energy already. i'm so drain i can't even pretend that i hate what he was doing.

wait- why should i pretend? when in fact, we both know that i like him...

without thinking, i stared at his eyes then to his naturally attractive lips getting red by the minute because of continuous licking of his own tongue. unconsciously, i bit my lower lip feeling hot as i started to get lost at the thoughts of what could possibly happen if i took this opportunity to do things i wanna do with him.

taehyun smirked. "why fantasize... when you can have me all by yourself, right here, right now, y/n?"

@genezpen

#txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt ff #txt suggestive #txt taehyun suggestive #taehyun suggestive #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #taehyun fluff #taehyun x reader #txt yeonjun #txt soobin #txt beomgyu #txt hyuka #i feel like this is kinda fail as well bcs im too lazy to proofread & edit so #hope u enjoy this tho #as promised i will publish it on june 30 #txt drabbles

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head---ache · 1 year

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how do you design your fankids? i wanna design a fankid for my favorite ship and you were the first person to come into my mind so...do you have any tips?

I'm not sure how to explain myself, but I'll try!!!!

My first couple of tips actually work with any character you would want to make, not just fankids. The first thing is to think of a personality! Doesn't have to be a super complicated one, to just start with one main personality trait is good enough, to base the first pass of the design off of that:] You can take in consideration shape language for this!! If you aren't familiar with it, a very shortened explanation is: triangles=dangerous, usually villains are very triangular, squares=serious, or generally stubborn characters, and circles=friendly, this is why you usually see main characters from kids media being very round:] You can see I did this with Lash and Destiny the most!!!

Since most of the canon Sonic characters have powers, surely their kids will too!! You can also take that into consideration for the design!! I don't usually do it too much, since it's a bit harder to show in a design, but I did do it with Destiny!! -again lol- It's just a good way to tell more of your character's story just by the way they look:]

Now specifically for fankids, I usually make two first passes, each one looks more like one parent than the other, and later I merge the things I like the most of those designs into a new one. This is how you get your character looking like both of their parents!! I usually try to make it obvious who the character's parents are, but with rare ships is a bit harder lol I still did it with Bria tho!! And Sparks as well.

I usually try to stay away from mixing the parent's colors into one??? Like, blonde dad and redhead mother isn't going to result in an orange haired kid, that isn't how genetics work lol But that's just personal preferrence!!! It also helps making the kid actually look like their child rather than a fusion.

Also, this isn't much of a tip, rather just one thing I like to keep in mind, that the kid can have their own personality, it doesn't need to be just like their parents' lol

And that's all that comes to my mind rn!! Hope it's helpful!! And I'm SOOO glad you want to try!!!

#im too lazy to proofread this im sorry if theres any typos lol

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ankhlovebot · 1 year

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Niram's mannerisms were really interesting this episode, to me at least. Always figured that he didn't know as much as people Assumed he did, but it just keeps getting confirmed more and more as geats goes on, which is great for me because then I can only wonder harder about his motivations here lol. His confused stares during the entire mistume sequence, him looking so frustrated when Suel asks him to eliminate Ace (the snarl. I giggled), and then practically asking Ace why he willingly chooses to concern himself with the DGP rather than just opting to live a normal life & forget about his original mother, to lessen his struggle. He's always told Ace to forget about it all, but he's never asked it this way before, and I think it's kinda cute. I kind of got the impression that he's not as willing for the grand end as he lets on? Like he still wants to find out about mitsume and clear his confusions before moving on, maybe?? It's a bit of a stretch, though, as he's still been following Suel's orders, but it's the frustration in his face that's been bugging me about it. Also I am simply not going to address that strange, red Gazer. I'm not ready for that.

Anyway those are my unfinished thoughts from this episode :3 here's to another week of me losing my mind over 4 seconds of screentime

#chris lightbulb moments #geats spoilers #im too lazy to proofread this so im just gonna hope it at least makes sense #kamen rider geats

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wcvensouls · 6 months

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noe ‘ dex ’ bonhwa : diagnosis .

growing up, it had always been somewhat clear that dex wasn't neurotypical. sometimes one of his aunts would bring up his behavior and tell his parents that they should take him to a doctor to check, but any concerns about that were quickly brushed away — usually by his father, who would justify it by saying that he used to do the same things when he was a kid and that it was fine. it was just how dex was, nothing more.

they never said anything to dex directly, though, which is why he didn't really think much about it as a kid or a teenager. to him, everyone was the same as he was, so there was nothing "wrong" with it — they just knew how to handle things better than he did, dex thought. however, as he got older and moved out to live his own life, he started to realize that maybe it wasn't like that.

he doesn't know exactly how it happened, but videos of content creators talking about autism, their own late diagnosis and how they dealt with it began to pop up on his feeds all across social media. at first, he'd brush past most of those, but, overtime, he began to pay more attention — and realized that a lot of the things they were talking about were things he related to and experienced, but just didn't know how to put to words. that sent him deeper into that niche of content, and he began watching them more and more. the more he watched, the more dex felt as if he was just like them — and it eventually led him into looking for a doctor to talk about it.

the process wasn't as fast as he thought it would be, but his diagnosis still came, eventually. at 25 years old, dex finally accepted ( and got confirmation ) that he was autistic. it was something he had to wrap his mind around for awhile, and he found himself looking back on all the things throughout his life that now made so much more sense — and although there is still a lot left for dex to learn about himself and about managing things, he does look up to the future now more than ever. more importantly, he continued to do his research on his own road to self discovery.

#noe ‘ dex ’ bonhwa : about .#beneath the surface : headcanons .#i think that figuring this out for him was v much freeing #it just made him a lot more secure on himself even tho thats a work in progress #also i wrote this in a rush during lunch i hope its good </3 #im too lazy to proofread too

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teruel-a-witch · 2 years

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The thing is, in Italy they're doing a H50 rerun (even if they lost one episode along the road but hey, poor buddy must've been confused after the due sospension to broadcast the swimming European competition or wtf it was), so I'm taking advantage of this to have my nightly mcdanno boost.

All night (hello insomnia my old friend) I couldn't stop thinking how Steve, after witnessing Danny's desperate message in Rachel's voicemail in 2x15, stating that he still loves her (....poor Gabby, is she aware Danny could never love her the way he still loves R. or fall for her the way he fell for Steve?), suddenly in 2x16 feels the need to bring Cath as his pkus one at the auction. Catherine. Even if Kono and Lori were there alone. While Chin definitely didn't bring Malia, nor Danny Gabby (lol I laughed so hard when he remembered about St. Valentine's only after the others pointed it out, and panicked about the present! Talk about performance and facade). But he needed Cath exactly there. As a buffer. As a True, No-Homo, I'm-Definitely-Not-Pining-Over-My-Partner shield.

Poor Steve enters in Panick Mode™ every single time he fears he's lost Danny, either physically or emotionally (see the reckless invasion of the Governor's house in 1x24 after knowing Danny is crawling back to Rachel).

Sorry for the hundreds brackets, my brain is wacked.

I've only seen 2x15 once so forgive me if I'm getting it wrong, but I'm fairly sure the message was from months ago, at least that's how I understood it, it's just that it revealed that Danny didn't care if the baby was his and would have gotten back together with Rachel back in the beginning of S2 anyway.

I don't even think it's as simple as Danny having some ~undying love~ for Rachel, but simply clinging to the past, to this ideal of a nuclear family, because he has always felt like the failed marriage makes him a failure and like he failed Grace specifically because the divorce made her 'a child of a broken home' and the chance to repair it was too tempting to let go.

(Not to mention being back together with Rachel would have meant being a full time father to his precious babygirl instead of shared custody which has probably always been the main draw for him, he hates missing out on a single moment of Grace's life more than anything)

The thing about fantasies is they are hard to let go of even after you have changed and it's not something you want anymore, Danny wasn't the same man that came to Hawai'i 2 years ago and wished he didn't have to, he has changed and grown on a fundamental level and meeting Steve and building the ohana was a major part of that, whether he knew it or not he chose Steve over Rachel at the end of s1, it just took his mind a while to catch up.

His first priority has always been Grace so he had to try, whether that involved raising another man's baby or not. What he didn't know is that it wouldn't have mattered because Rachel took the decision from him. I think she knew he would always put Grace first but that he would never again put Rachel first and she couldn't take it.

Now, of course, Steve being new to the complexities of human relationships, didn't understand all of that, so he absolutely was devastated by the discovery. To him it must have looked like Danny loved Rachel so much he was ready to raise another man's baby as a part of the package. It must have been like being thrust back in time to that hospital room where all his hopes were dashed.

Now the timing of him leaving for weeks of maneuvers/training seems a little too appropriate. Putting a literal distance between them. I never actually thought about the timely coincidence of him bringing Cath to that black tie event, I just thought they were using her for intelligence, but now you made me think it may have served two purposes. Having her as a buffer/feelings dampener helps. Not to mention the return to the familiar/safe/easy, no chance to get his heart broken again because there's no real love there.

And yes I've written before about how having his hopes dashed may have contributed Steve to accelerate his timetable on the whole revenge thing, because he felt like he had nothing to lose, and it's also potentially why he felt like he could just up and leave Danny with nothing but a letter because he simply didn't think Danny would care that much.

(He was wrong, of course, but the entire situation is a big clusterfuck that's definitely hard to untangle. And lol I forgot about the Valentine's day thing, Danny is so used to spending Valentine's day with Steve he forgets about his actual gfs *GG*)

#katya answers #mcdanno #myh50 #im too lazy to proofread this so i apologize for typos and mistakes #h50 2x15 #h50 2x16 #h50 #h50 1x24 #h50 1x23

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blindmagdalena · 2 years

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You are doing the lords work with daddylander

it’s my goddamn honour 🫡

#darling anon #i’m prob gonna publish it tonight bc im too lazy to get it proofread #it’s not super long anyways #wait nvm it’s already 2k lmao #ask and you shall receive

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inanimateinsanitymephone · 2 years

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hello! this is an ask for whoever runs this account. how is everything going right now for you? do you have reasons why this blogs updates have slowed down?

- puzzle anon

(oh, hello puzzle! im not really comfortable sharing details, but my friend group fell apart and stuff so things havent been going so great. also, over the summer i started to run an object camp so its been taking up a lot of my energy. my depression admittedly got a lot worse over the last few months, and i apologize for not being as active as i used to be here. also, my household isnt too great, so its been a struggle trying to manage my motivation. my workload has been anything but small, as i have school, run a camp, animate, write a show, write fanfic, etc. i have a lot of stuff to work on atm and im trying my best to keep this place active, but its not always so easy. i enjoy seeing the asks but they arent very motivating like they used to be. when this blog was created i became kind of known for my fast responses, i would feel bad for making someone wait over like 20 minutes even, but ive gotten kind of tired of keeping this place running. its still fun for me to answer asks, but its not as enjoyable as it used to be. no, i wont be deleting this blog, and no, it wont become entirely inactive, but id just like to give an update. thanks for giving this ask, and sorry if i ranted too long :’) anyways cya)

#ooc #mild vent #cw family #or whatever the cw would be #cw depression #i dont know man 😭#my mental health is ehhhh btw #dont feel too concerned its not the worst it could be #im depressed AND lazy its kinda a mix of both keeping the activity here low #kthxbye #this isnt proofread and its a ramble sorry if its hard to read lmao #puzzle anon

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shaaaaaaar · 5 months

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the way friendships evolve is kind of beautiful to me

like, the first year of knowing someone and becoming a close friend is something so wild in a way you don’t think about. holidays are a good example, a holiday comes up and you get to tell a friend for the first time some little celebration or memorable thing about the day. and its the first time youve been able to share that holiday and your traditions together, and theres something magical about that.

getting to experience every day with someone for the first time makes every new moment something magical. because a calendar date becomes a map for exploration, what might’ve been a mundane day before becomes something special because it’s special to someone you know or you both MADE it special.

and then as you know a friend for longer, that dance never stops. because instead of discovering each day for the first time, you’re now familiar with the map and can explore further, find secrets in the environment you wouldn’t have seen before.

you get to see people change over time, too. the friend you met two years ago isn’t the same anymore, and there’s something beautiful in getting to watch other people grow and to be there with them.

what for new friends is uncharted territory becomes a nostalgic environment, being able to embrace the gift of reminiscence.

it’s something really beautiful to me.

#was tempted to use anecdotes and then i realized people i am friends with follow me which would probably make things awkward #it’s new year day and i’m up at 4 am and i have Thoughts #i did not proofread this im too lazy #shar rambles for way too long

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