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astrophileblogs07 · 2 months

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT.20

⚫ Opposite to the stereotype of Leo being a narcissist, its the Aquarians who are more narcissist than ANY other zodiac. Esp its the Dhanishta naks out of the Aqua naks who are so.

⚫ I have seen 3 Aquarian moons (of Dhanishta nak) who had a poverty stricken first half of life (childhood, teenage years) but then they become well off like rlly very well off in their second half (esp after marriage). They marry rich 🤑 too. What i am saying here is the dramatic transformation of their financial life.

⚫ Pisces men are physically abusive. That's it. Esp the March Pisces. They literally are a bully. (Dont be fooled by the beautiful doe eyes lol)

⚫ "WOW What voluminous and luscious hair he's got!" -my ♌ rising and moon mom commenting on a side character with insignificant role in a movie 🤣. I wasn't noticing that at all...but she seemed to be stuck on that feature 😂.

⚫ Martian influence on a chart can actually have a liking to dangerous weapons and ammunitions. (Like idk I weirdly love them 😂😂)

⚫ Females with Ketu ruled naks are the first group of people whom male perceive as "threat". (Second is mars btw). Like if the other person is a typical male (egoistic, chauvinist) they will literally hate you to the core coz they know you equal them in all ways (except you know what LMAO 🤣). So they'll try to pin you down or belittle you etc. (sad, but since I have experienced I wanted it to share w you guys)

⚫ Also I love the way Ketu Nak women get along becoz mostly they have so much in common. And by that I mean how the society (male dom) treats them. I am not saying they're an "outcast" but the reaction they face just coz the male species get intimidated by us which has an cascading effect on our mental peace is beyond tolerance.

⚫Ketu naks are sexyyyyyy 🖤👁️🫦👁️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

(I always imagine a smokin hot biker girl 👩🏻‍🎤with leather jacket and smoky eyeshadow whenever I hear "Ashwini, Magha and Mula")

⚫ I have seen a Chart which was totally "Mars" chart and I'll tell you, that person has Aries asc, Moon, Mars and (Mercury ig is in Scorpio?idr) along with Scorpio sun. And that person is like personified version of the planet itself. So cunning and so shrewd, potentially be a mastermind. Statergic. Secretive af. (Might be their middle name to exaggerate). Close to their mom. Loves friends (friends over anything). Also they have a "reddish" tint to their skin (no health probs, but yeah that planet does that). Knows how to tackle any embarrassing moment in public and deal with it. (I am jealous of him coz i wanted to be like him in every way 😂)

⚫Lilith and Pluto aspects in natal chart can actually survive 8H synastry. Almost same energy and themes. 💀

⚫Why are Maghas the "scapegoat" of the family? Like they be framed in a situation with which they have no relation with. Its annoying to see. Its like you're locked in your room chilling and as soon as you step out, everyone in the family is blaming you for something or the other. Now you're the "bad guy". (Yo wtf 🤡). Added to the generosity of Leos, people target you often. 😕

⚫Libra men CANNOT stand loneliness and being ostracized at all in any way. I have seen this in every Libra I came across. For eg: if you're the "black sheep" they won't talk to you and will go with what the crowd says. And if people have outcasted them just becoz they're with you/involved with you, they'll drop you like hot potato. People say and stereotype Capricorns for being the one who cares about reputation and all, but her 'Venus-ruled-Saturn-exalted' sister also is same. 💀

(no wonder they're besties lol)

P.S: I read a post here which said "Eye contact with 8H synastry hits different" ( i am not copying, i don't remember the username) and boy is that true 💀💀💀. Like I was -->😯😳🫣. Coz I have experienced that 🤣🤣. It does, than any other eye contact I have seen. Lmao 🤣🤣.{Edit: its @zeldasnotes 🖤😁}

Hope you liked it 😁😊. Until next time! 👋🏻

Love you y'all ❤️❤️❤️

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barcaatthemoon · 2 months

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the truth || jenni hermoso x reader ||

on a night out with the team, the truth comes out about your breakup with jenni.

you didn't know where to look. the room felt so tense to you. it was like every few seconds your eyes drifted over to where jenni was drinking with alexia, mapi, and leila. you had left barcelona first, so that was on you. afterwards, jenni ran away to mexico, which was much further away than you were in germany. however, you had left first, which meant everybody blamed you for the way things happened.

jenni swore up and down that she had left barcelona for reasons unrelated to you, but everybody knew that was bullshit. a drunken voicemail you had yet to delete was all the evidence you needed to call jenni a liar. apparently, your national squad teammates didn't even need to know about voicemail to push the blame on you. now, you felt like you were an outcast in the group that had once been your family.

"another please," you said to the bartender as he walked your way. the club was packed full of people in your team's circle. friends and girlfriends, including jenni's new one from mexico. she had found somebody to move on with, but you hadn't been able to get your mind off of her.

technically, the breakup had been her fault. she was the one who had come to you saying that it was a bad idea. jenni had rattled off reason after reason as to why you couldn't be together anymore. all the while, you had fiddled with the engagement ring in your pocket. you waited patiently until jenni's tirade was finished, ignoring the smell of alcohol on her breath as she ranted on and on. once that was over, you had taken the ring out of your pocket and handed it to her unceremoniously.

jenni had tried contacting you for two weeks before she gave up. the ring found its way back to you through alexia the same day that you had elected not to renew your barcelona contract. she looked disappointed, but you wondered what story jenni had spun for her. you wondered what jenni even remembered from that night because from the way that she acted, you doubted she realized who instigated the fight in the first place.

"how many have you had?" even in your drunken state, alexia's stern tone was unmistakable. you turned towards her with your new drink in hand, but once you lost the support of the bar, you nearly fell forward. alexia plucked the drink out of your hand as she caught you.

"hey, that's mine," you slurred. alexia cursed under her breath as she pulled you onto your feet. you tried reaching for your drink, nearly causing the both of you to tumble to the floor. alexia caught herself, but dropped you onto the ground in the process. you hit the ground with a heavy thud, seemingly unbothered about laying in a puddle of your spilled drink. however, you were very upset about your drink.

"jesus christ," alexia swore as you broke out into a fit of tears. she tried to pull you up onto your feet, but it was no use. you weren't moving because you didn't want to. "(y/n), get up. come on, you're making a scene."

"leave me here, it's not like any of you like me anymore." you knew that you were acting like a child, but you couldn't help it. the floodgates had opened up and everything was spilling out. alexia sighed as she motioned a couple of the more sober girls over to help her pick you up. they all managed to get you out of the club together, which had not been an easy task.

"i've never seen her like this before," you heard one of them say quietly. they all stood behind you as you sat on a bench. you could hear them, every single word as they went on and on like you weren't there.

"you don't think this is because of jenni, do you?" you were pretty sure that one was leila. alexia sighed as she looked at you, very obviously a shell of your former self. if any of them had been paying attention to you, they all would have noticed the ways that you had been changing.

"i don't know, but i'm going to get her back to the hotel. please keep an eye on jenni for me," alexia told them. she scooped you up as she helped you onto your feet, the two of you stumbling down the sidewalk together towards your team's hotel. "what happened (y/n)?"

"i drank," you muttered quietly. alexia wondered if you indulged like this often. you had been playing well at your club, but you'd been a bit sluggish during the practices earlier in the week. your name had gone from the starting xi to the reserves quickly. if you weren't careful, they'd take your name off of the roster completely. although, as alexia half-carried you, she wondered if maybe that was what you wanted.

"how much do you usually drink?" alexia asked. she was afraid of the answer. you had once been like a little sister to her, and maybe she had let her closeness with jenni distract her from the fact that she cared about you too. most of the team had followed suit and iced out the younger player because of the obvious pain that their star striker was in.

"until i don't remember anymore," you admitted. "it never works. i always remember what she said to me."

"what who said?" alexia knew the answer already. she had picked up the pieces of jenni the morning after. jenni hadn't completely opened up, but she didn't remember everything. all jenni had known that morning was that the two of you had fought and you threw a ring at her, claiming you couldn't believe you almost let yourself propose.

"jenni. i love her, and she hurt me. you don't hurt someone you love like that." you dropped down onto your knees on the sidewalk. alexia struggled to get you back up to your feet after that. she opted for not hurting herself trying to take care of you and decided to call a couple of teammates to come and get you. she had expected mapi and leila to join her, and they had shown up, but with the addition of jenni.

"oh, mi amor," jenni sighed as she saw the sight of you. internally, you were battling between running from her and running right into her arms. the part of you that wanted her won out first, and you found yourself crawling on the sidewalk towards her. your other teammates frowned at the sight, never having seen you like that for anybody. jenni knelt down and opened her arms, unable to deny you anything in the moment.

"they hate me, it's awful," you cried into her arms. jenni wrapped her arms around you as she held you. "they all hate me because you left. they think you left because i did, but i only left because you didn't want me anymore. i want you so bad it hurts, but you don't love me anymore. i want to hate you, but the only person i can hate is myself. it makes me so angry."

"i'm sorry," jenni apologized. she looked around at her teammates for help, but none of them were sure what to do. she pulled you up to your feet and handed you off to alexia and leila. they got you back to the hotel and safely tucked into mapi's bed for the night.

"jenni, who broke up with who?" mapi asked as she glanced down at her younger teammate. everybody had a few reservations whenever jenni announced to the team that the two of you were together, but they never could have imagined it go as badly as it had.

"i-i think i broke up with her. i don't really know, it's all kind of fuzzy," jenni admitted. mapi's face hardened with a look of anger. jenni knew that whatever came her way was deserved, it had been a few months coming at this point. "i wanted to make up with her, but she wouldn't talk to me. after our fight, all she said was that she was going to germany."

"for (y/n)'s sake, and yours, fix this," mapi ordered. jenni knew that she really did need to figure out a way to do that, but she had no idea where to even begin. you avoided her at all costs, and there was a good chance that a few of the younger players would keep jenni from you on their own. they may have followed in the elder players' footsteps, but leaving you behind had not been an easy decision for any of them.

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bubblebbg · 5 months

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Okay. Imagine. A demon slayer reader x Mizu. Bruh. She out her with a long line of family that has killed demons all across Japan and they send the reader out with wisteria and mask and a very special katana to keep demons away or to kill them. Only to meet Mizu and find her beautiful and want her to teach them how to become a samurai. Tagging along on her travels for revenge completely content with just following her and helping her out. Not thinking she is a demon at all.

Thank you that’s all.

In a society that is deeply xenophobic and alienating, Mizu is so traumatized by her upbringing and experiences as to believe that she is a demon. Societal pressures, prejudices, and superstition, as well as deeply rooted self hatred have all contributed to the belief. This belief is so consistently reaffirmed in her daily life as an outcast to normality, that it's all but a truth to her.

Then comes Demon Slayer!reader. Someone who takes genuine interest in her and builds trust through their constant presence. Someone who Mizu can admit has an incredible set of skills and unmatched swordsmanship. Someone she comes to deeply respect, and to love.

In loving you, she doesn't wish to deceive you. She holds onto a dangerous hope that somehow, just this once, the person she cares for won't turn their back when faced with the ugly truth. She timidly asks you one night, eyes betraying some fraction of her anxiety, "Would you stay by my side if I were a demon?"

And you laugh, which does nothing to soothe her nerves. "You're not a demon. I'll never have to face that choice."

She scoffs. "Right."

You set aside your cup of tea and attempt eye contact, but she sadly stares into the bonfire. "Is that what you believe," you whisper, "that you're a demon?"

She nods, her expression a mixture of shame, anger, desperation. "I know I am. I'm an onni."

And she cares for you so deeply that she's about ready to apologize for deceiving you. But you're voice is filled with a determination she's never witnessed when you reply, "I come from generations of demon slaying. I have dedicated nearly every second of my life to tracking, hunting, and killing demons. Do you think you could have possibly deceived me all this time? Do you trust so little in my expertise that you think a demon could have fooled me for so long?"

She lifts her eyes to look at you, unsure of where you're headed.

"You are not a demon, Mizu. You aren't even close, and with me around, you never will be. I won't let you become one. However," your voice softens, your hand covering hers, "If it turned out that I was truly a fool, and that all of Japan and yourself were correct and you were a demon, I would still love you. You could have been a woman, a man, a breeze in the trees, or a storm approaching the shore, and I would have loved you anyway."

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daydream-cement · 6 months

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Seven Minutes in Heaven (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa joins you for seven minutes in heaven.

Author’s Note: THIS IS SO LATE! BUT THIS IS MY FINAL CONTRIBUTION TO SPOOKY SEASON with @alexusonfire (even tho spooky season is over). This weeks prompt is Halloween Party and I kinda followed that HAHAHAH.

Your class reunion wasn’t something you had anticipated enjoying. Between fielding questions about the current state of your life and if you remembered trivial details from your high school experience, you weren’t keen on repeating the same answers over and over.

But then again, it wasn’t often you had the opportunity of seeing your high school friends, especially at a huge Nevermore Halloween party.

You hadn’t wanted to shop for a costume, so you threw together some things from your closet to be Dr. Ellie Sattler from 'Jurassic Park' - a costume you figured you would have to explain frequently, but it was better than buying something.

As you walked into the old high school gym, you began recognizing classmates. Some you kept in close contact while others you had gone 30 years without speaking to. You saw one of those latter individuals immediately - Larissa Weems.

At least you thought it was her.

She had grown a couple more inches and her body had filled out, but the pinup girl aesthetic remained. You couldn’t tell what her costume was supposed to be as she had maintained her business professional dress.

You knew you were staring, but you were having trouble comprehending your newfound attraction to your old classmate. And Larissa must have noticed when she approached you with a wide grin, “It’s been too long!”

“It certainly has, and look at you now! The Headmistress of Nevermore?” You grinned and teased her a bit.

“It wasn’t my intention when I first began teaching here, but I must say I love it.”

The next flirtatious words left your mouth before you had too much time to think about it, “The job looks good on you.”

There was a brief silence and you then chose to fill it with a compliment, “Everything looks really great, Larissa.”

“I’m grateful for all the help I had… Speaking of…” The shapeshifter checked her watch and glanced back at you. She reached a hand out and squeezed your shoulder, her smile holding a sense of mischief, “I should get this party started. It was really nice seeing you. I hope we can catch up more later.”

Larissa took her position at the front podium and addressed the group, “I am so glad all of you could be present for our 30th class reunion. I am particularly excited this event lands on Halloween! It is so nostalgic seeing your 90s costumes you have put together.”

The platinum blonde gave a short speech about Nevermore and its ability to bring outcasts together. She finished her speech with a great big smile, “There are games and activities for you all throughout the building for you all. Have a wonderful evening!”

You wandered the halls with your old friends, shifting from game to game. All of the activities seemed to be reminiscent of your high school days.

As the evening progressed, new (and probably not approved) games seemed to pop up throughout the school. Spin the bottle popped up in the english classroom, strip poker was beginning in the employee break room, and seven minutes in heaven was starting in the janitor’s closet.

You paused near the group gathered outside the janitor’s closet, listening to Larissa politely scolding the group for playing such a childish game. You considered supporting her, but your friends had suddenly volunteered you for the next round.

For a few cocky seconds, you agreed to the game, glancing at Larissa as you agreed to be shoved in the closet to await your partner. Her eyes were wide, almost shocked that you would be willing to play such a game.

As the door shut in your face, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Anxiety and shame coursed through your body as you awaited the group to pick your seven minutes in heaven partner. You hadn’t wanted to get your hopes up, but you were hoping Larissa would get picked to join you. At least then you would be able to shoot your shot with her.

Moments later, the closet door opened and the outline of Larissa Weems towered over you. Your dreams had come true, but now you were paralyzed at the notion of kissing her.

Larissa squeezed her way in the closet, chest pressed to yours as she beamed down at you, “Hi, Y/n.”

Before you could respond, the door was closed behind her - your time had begun.

One minute.

“Hi, Larissa.” You mumble, grateful for the darkness of the closet. She would have been able to see your blush otherwise.

The shapeshifter leaned in close, her fingers tucking your hair behind your ear as her lips lingered near your ear, “We should probably make wise use of our time together.”

Your tongue instinctively darts from your lips, wetting them as your hands timidly reach for her hips.

The first kiss from Larissa was to the corner of your mouth followed by another to your cheek followed by another just below your ear.

Your building nerves had you about to explode. To deal with this, your brain decided it was a good idea to have you start chattering anxiously, “I think you’re really pretty… Like… really pretty.”

“Mm… thank you, darling.” Larissa hummed. Her hand came to rest on the back of your neck, gripping it softly as she held you close.

Two minutes.

“I was actually thinking of talking to-” You began, swiftly being cut off by Larissa.

“Maybe we should stop talking, hm?” She whispered as she took a step forward, pressing her body to yours. The increased proximity allowed you to feel the way she trembled lightly - she must have been just as nervous as you.

You nod slowly, gripping the sides of her dress in your fists to keep her close. Finally, you begin to return her affections - pressing a kiss to her jawline before timidly working your way towards her lips.

Her other hand had wound around your middle - the pads of her fingers stroking the skin of your side as they pushed your shirt up the slightest bit. With every move of her fingers and lips, you found yourself losing your ability to control yourself.

When Larissa felt you drawing closer to her lips, she paused her own kisses to your skin, choosing to turn towards you instead, connecting your lips.

The first kiss was soft and quick, but once you both realized the potential of your chemistry you both dove in for another kiss.

Then another.

And another.

All growing in duration and intensity.

Three minutes.

You felt dizzy from desire. Absolutely drunk off Larissa’s lips.

Only if you could have seen the lipstick smeared around both of your mouths.

Larissa’s fingers squeezed your sides with a ferocity that made your eyes wind shut. In an act of desperation, one of your hands flies to the back of her neck to prevent any opportunity for her to pull away.

You wished this moment would never end.

All of those years of crushing on Larissa in school were finally coming to fruition.

Her teeth tugged and sucked at your bottom lip - a preamble of her growing passion.

Four minutes.

It came as a shock when her hands clamped down on your cheeks and she pressed her lips to yours with an intensity that made your brain short circuit.

Her tongue slipped past her lips, swiping it up across your lips before nipping at your bottom lip.

The kisses became searing pecks as Larissa began interjecting her desires between them.

“Aren’t you just darling?”

“I bet our time is running out…”

“Perhaps we should meet back in my office when this little game is over.”

“We could have our own extended version of seven minutes in heaven…”

Five minutes.

Larissa was overcome by her desires for you. In a flash, she had you with your back against the wall. Her kisses were soon open mouthed and sloppy - evidence of her growing arousal.

Her passion made you brazen. Your hands fell to her backside, cupping and groping her ass rough enough to make the shapeshifter moan in your mouth. Larissa’s hips bucked against your pelvis, continually searching for more proximity that was no longer physically possible.

With enough grabbing of her plush ass, her shirt began to ride up and you took total advantage of the situation. Your fingers gripped the edge of her skirt and peeled it upwards enough to expose Larissa’s underwear to your wandering hands.

The shapeshifter smiled against your lips at her newfound exposure. She then pushed a thigh between your legs - not to pleasure you, however. Larissa was too focused on her own neediness as she began grinding herself on your upper thigh.

Six minutes.

“It’s been so long, darling…” Larissa moaned in your ear, bucking and grinding herself against you with reckless abandon. Your hands positioned on her ass allowed you to play a role in guiding her hips to roll against you.

“Whatever you want… I’ll do whatever. Just tell me what you want.” You whimper before pushing your hips upward against Larissa’s needy pelvis.

“I want you… I just want you.”

It was clear the shapeshifter had had enough talking when her lips crashed back onto yours and her tongue plunged back into your mouth.

You gave yourself over entirely.

Only wanting to be of use to her.

Seven minutes.

Banging on the door caused the shapeshifter to pull away with a groan. Her eyes scanned your face through the darkness of the room before she dipped back down, grazing your lips with hers once, then twice - teasing you.

“Times up.” She whispered, readjusting her skirt before wiping at her smeared lipstick with the back of her hand. “See you later, darling?”

“Yeah.. yeah.. I-I’ll see you- uhm- later…” You sputter out as she leaves you alone in the closet - disheveled and out of breath, leaning against a wall with lipstick stains covering your face and neck.

As soon as you collected yourself, you knew you would be sprinting to her office.

PART 2

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 10 months

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Why Me? || D. Targaryn x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

GIF by me :) pls give cred if used DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: When a heated argument between Leyla and her father lead to something more worse than she could have ever imagined.

a/n: ngl this one made me so sad for my girl Leyla 😭 she doesn’t deserve this

Dear Motherhood Series Masterlist

“Give me the respect that I deserve!” Otto yells, standing up from his seat behind his desk. “You forget yourself sometimes Leyla. It is I who I arranged this union between you and Prince. Without me, you would have been nothing!” His hand makes contact with the table causing a loud banging noise.

“I never asked for any of this! I was just a pawn in your sick game I never asked to be a part of,” Leyla spat. “And yet here you are, expecting another child from the Prince.” He glances at her swollen belly. Leyla’s hands protectively move to her stomach. The audacity Otto had to say such a thing when he in-fact pressured her for more children.

Leyla furrowed her eyebrows, “You pressured me into giving the Prince more children-“ Otto interrupts her with a chuckle, “I did no such thing daughter, it is you who pressured yourself.” He stares her down as Leyla felt sick to her stomach. “Why are you doing this to me!” She screamed, salty tears streaming down her face.

“Ever since I came back to court when mother died, you have done nothing but treat me as an outcast, an object for your little games!” She sobbed as Otto sat back and stared at her. This was the first time she had really ever spoken back in such a manner to her father.

All her pent up emotions were finally spilling. “I will never, forgive you for what you put me through when I was ten-and-five. I fucking hate you!” She grabs the closest object near her, a vase, and throws it in the direction of her father.

Otto was quick to his feet and dodged it, shards flying everywhere. “I think it’s best you leave, Leyla. When word of this comes out, you better hope they don’t think of you as mad.” He steps towards her, taking ahold of her shoulders but Leyla shoves him off of her. “Don’t touch me,” She snaps before leaving the room.

The young Hightower was hyperventilating the whole way back to her bedchambers. Pregnancy sure as hell did amplify hormones. She quickly walked into the room and was glad to not see Daemon in sight.

She paced infront of the firepit as she picked on her nails, an old habit she had picked up from her older sister. Leyla couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down her face. She was hyperventilating bad.

She attempted to calm herself down but it only intensified when she felt something dampening her small-cloths and eventually, running down her leg. Leyla quickly reached up her skirts; she was horrified as she looked down at her hand that was covered in blood.

A loud scream emitted from her lips as she fell to the ground. All the way from his study doom down the hallway, Daemon rushed into their shared bedchambers to see Leyla on the ground, her dress darkened in a shade of red and the carpet beneath her.

Her face red and wet from crying and her hair disheveled. “W-w-why is there so much b-blood Daemon?” She said through sobs as she looked up, teary eyed at her Husband.

Daemon quickly moved to his wife and took her in his arms, rocking her slowly as he kissed her forehead and whispered “You’re okay” over and over. The room smelt of copper. Daemon couldn’t care less if he was covered in blood himself either. He focused on Leyla and only her.

“Just let it happen, Leyla. Everything will be okay,” He held her tighter as he felt a tear roll down his own cheek. He might have seemed composed on the outside, but deep down, he was fucking terrified. He’s never had to handle anything like this and he knew that Leyla was equally terrified. She sobbed loudly in Daemon’s chest as they both grieved their unborn child. Her wails woke everyone in the castle.

Not even a few seconds later, a few footsteps could be heard before they halted infront of the door. Alicent, Otto, and a few other maids and knights had came to see what the commotion was about.

Alicent let out a horrified gasp as her eyes take in the scene before burying her head into her father’s chest. Who only looks blankly at her youngest daughter being comforted by her husband.

Leyla slowly turned her head to the direction of the door where a small crowd began to form. She then made eye contact with her father as another wave of tears fall down her cheeks. The young girl couldn’t bare looking at her father so she turned her bead back around. “Leave us!” Daemon yells as he rubs Leyla’s back in comfort.

“I’m sorry. I failed to give you another heir,” Leyla quietly spoke as her tears calmed down and the only thing she could hear was Daemon’s heartbeat and the crackling of the fire. His heart broke seeing Leyla so broken in his arms. “As long as you are okay, sweet girl.” Daemon said against her hair.

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slavicdollie · 4 months

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My bestfriends brother ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Summary: Things don't go as planned when your close friend invites you to watch the new Johnny Cage movie.

Notes: Post-mk1 story and Bi-hans betrayal never happened. AFAB reader isn't one of earthrealms champions just a cool girl Tomas started to become friends.

Content Warnings:NSFW, dub-con fingerbang, small temperature play ,female masturbation.

Chinese culture was a beautiful sight but she still loathed her father for moving here, leaving behind her old friends and memories. She struggled to learn the language and felt outcasted amongst her peers all but one, a silver haired man named Tomas the same age as her. He knew what it felt like to be different from everyone else. A friendship began to spark between the two of them sharing stories of the past and present. Tomas was a good listener and sometimes she just needed to get things off her chest.

It had taken a lot of convincing to allow her at the fire temple Kuai liang was content with her visiting considering she looked as if she had never fought in her life, she put an end to that assumption when showing off her meteor hammer skills,she had shown interest in martial arts from a young age. Both Kuai Liang and Tomas looked impressed they had never seen a warrior move so beautifully and Tomas was practically drooling.

Bi-han however was not too fond of having a stranger enter their home let alone train with her brothers whilst not being lin kuei.

"I promise I am not a threat Grandmaster I simply enjoy the company of Tomas and practicing how to use my meteor hammer in a professional sense." Tomas felt his heart race at her statement.

Bi-han only grunted a popular gesture of his," You are no lin kuei do not presume to address me as Grandmaster." As he walked away stoicly, she began to admire him his handsome face and hot physique could not go unnoticed.

She became more comfortable around Tomas even making jests about wanting to fuck his brother, "Yeah I'd totally freeze my tongue on Bi-han's flag pole" Tomas laughed awkwardly hiding how uncomfortable he was and he looked almost...hurt?

She found herself becoming more comfortable around the lin kuei trio kuai liang appreciated her fire puns but Bi-han only shot her deathly glares.

"Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Tomas asked with a stupid grin he was excited to be apart of Johnny cage's new movie even if someone else was casted he was interested on how they would portray him. "Didn't know ninjas were allowed TV's" actually Tomas and Johnny had convinced Bi-han to install one.

Tomas and Y/n sat on the soft couch sharing popcorn. Tomas was blushing due to how close her leg were to his,she was wearing a skirt but he knew not to look at it she'd probably think he was some kind pervert and never want to speak to him again. Their faces were glued to the screen until interrupted by a deep voice. "What are you two morons doing?" Tomas jumped at the sound of Bi-hans voice but Y/n just smiled and replied "Watching the movie about you guys, the guy Johnny got to play you really captures your essence" The actor had been grumpy and mascular just like Bi-han.

Bi-han let out an annoyed grunt,"I told Cage our victory is not for entertainment" although he disproved of the movie being made he still wanted to see what the fuss was all about, motioning for Tomas to move up now sitting in the middle, between his adopted brother and his friend who he found to be alluring.

Bi-han removed the popcorn from her lap and gave it to Tomas that may have been the kindest thing Bi-han had done for him yet his only intention was to get a view of Y/N's skirt. It was a black plaid skirt with a pink ribbon around the middle that was above knee length. 'Why is he staring at me' Y/n began to think while Tomas was too focused laughing at the movie. Bi-han stared at her as a predator stared at it's prey. She looked at him for a split second making eye contact only to quickly look down and play with her fingers which was a common thing for her to do when nervous.

This action only annoyed the cryomancer next to her causing him to pull her hands apart placing them on her sides. He turned to look at Tomas seeing him stuck on the screen like a kid at a candy store, Bi-han rolled his eyes and looked back to the girl next to him. He begun rubbing his rough hands on her gentle thighs. His hands were cold she shivered at his touch. He put a lock of her hair behind her ear almost as a way to reassure her everything was going to be okay.

She subconsciously started rocking her hips and he slowly started to put his hand under her skirt reaching her cotton panties. Pushing her panties to the side and entering two fingers in her slit while she parted her legs, turning to look at Tomas who was oblivious to what was going on. The ninja used his cryomancer abilities to form solid ice on his fingertips. She whimpered softly at that, quickly covering her mouth to prevent Tomas from looking over. Bi-han started moving his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She wanted to moan and tell him to fuck her right now,who cares if Tomas was there. She was a blushing and sweating mess Bi-han wanted to make fun of her for her reaction but did not want to draw attention to it.

Thank the elder gods for the volume of the TV or else Tomas would be hearing the sound of his friend's pussy as she was getting fingerbanged by his older brother. The finger fucking went from slow and gentle to rough and fast tears started to form from the inner corners of her eyes,Bi-han noticed this and wiped them away and started going slower and she tried to keep in her moans with her hand. She was about to cum and accidentally removed her hand from her mouth,"AAAERR THAT WAS A GOOD FIGHT SCENE" she tried to play her orgasm off as a reaction to the film. Bi-han smirked and Tomas only said "I know right!" not judging her reaction. Bi-han grabbed the popcorn bowl from Tomas and giving it to the girl he just dispoiled. His fingers were still covered in her juices she opened her mouth to put the popcorn in her mouth but instead was greeted with bi-hans jizzed covered fingers shoved in her mouth she need not be told what to do and started sucking her mess from his rough fingers.

She had completely forgotten the plot of the movie she was watching and only shooting smiles at Bi-han and wondering what other parts of his body are cold. After the movie, Tomas got up and offered Y/N to stay for dinner. "You know it's pretty late I should get going home." She refused awkwardly. "Did you enjoy the movie?" Bi-han asked with an unreadable expression.Tomas was taken aback since when does Bi-han care about the opinion of others especially on irrelevant things like a movie directed by Johnny but the girl about to leave knew he was not referring to the movie,"it was nice...I've never experienced something like that before" she smiled at him. Tomas offered to walk her home but she needed to be alone and given time to think.

'Did that really just happen??The always angry dude just fingered me while he was sitting next to his brother!!???' The whole scene felt like it came out of a bad porno. When she arrived home she went to straight to bed staring at her ceiling contemplating if this was a dream or if it actually happend. 'Of course it happend Y/N' she slightly hit herself on the head. Her mind begun to wander again thinking of Bi-han how he smirked at her after her release how good his fingers felt inside of her. She put her hands inside her underwear and tried to recreate Bi-hans movements her hands weren't as cold as his but you have to work with what you've got.

The skirt:

#bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han #johnny cage #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader #tomas vrbada #smoke #bi han smut

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voltronisanobsession · 9 months

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Hi hello! I hope your having a good day

This might be a little boring but what about a Percy x reader childhood friends to lovers?

Percy had a fat crush on reader growing up (and never gets over them) but then he was swept away to camp half blood so suddenly so he didn’t have time to say anything to reader, and because of the no cellphone rule at camp reader is like all up in their feels thinking their best friend just left without telling them. So when reader sees Percy at school in the winter they kinda avoid him assuming that he was doing the same, basically they drift apart.

But a year or two later, it turns out reader is also a Demi god just found out later in life maybe a child of Apollo or smt, so they come to camp and they see Percy and suddenly everything is making sense, like why he left on such a short notice why he never contacted them, etc. then Percy and reader just have this little catch up where they realize they still have feelings for each other ,but are maybe too nervous to admit because they don’t wanna ruin their friendship again?

It’s so cliché I know, but I’m such a sucker for the childhood friends to lovers trope.

Percy with a Childhood Friend

Omg this is so CUTE ARGGH!! This is my second time writing this cuz I accidentally deleted everything the first time </3

It’s a little long since I wanted to somewhat incorporate a story🔥 not proofread🔥🔥

Edit: I finished proofreading this and DAMN there were a lot of errors💀💀 do not write when ur about to pass out guys💀

This is literally the cutest idea EVER!!

You guys would totally become friends because of your mutual confusion with school💀 Like you both bond over struggling with school and immediately grow closer

Since he could remember, Percy always had a harder time learning the materials in school and was outcasted for it in a way

So when you sit next to him during recess and start talking to him out of nowhere, he knows you guys are gonna be stuck with each other for a long time

Since you're basically his first friend, in like forever, he can't help the growing feeling he has for you

The way you brightly smile at him when he asks for help on a reading he can’t quite seem to grasp, or the way you patch him up after getting into a fight with one of the bullies

You’re just like the light in his life, you’re warm presence immediately settling his anxiousness

You guys are stuck together like glue and no one can seem to separate you both, something that many have tried to do

Percy believes that nothing can get better than this honeymoon phase in your friendship, swearing that he’s going to confess his small crush on you and everything😭

Until he’s kicked out of school and your family moves away and you begin attending Yancy Academy💀💀

Percy is obviously just as heart broken as you

So for the next few years, Percy faces all these new schools alone and gets kicked out of all them

And when he’s sent to Yancy Academy and finally reunited with you again, he quite literally JUMPS on you

Like this boy is SO HAPPY to see you omg

That spark never left between the two of you and you both make up for lost time

So while school is still the same, getting to see you everyday now is a game changer for Percy

The buried feelings come back full force, your warm and bright smile still making him feel gooey inside after all this time

And you’re just as nervous to him too cuz AHHH!! Childhood crush is back!!

Of course we all know how this ends, Percy is unfortunately kicked out of school again and you’re both heartbroken in the end

Percy leaves mysteriously while you’re wondering where he went

You question Grover on the boys disappearance, the satyr giving you a nervous look while saying Percy didn’t feel quite right attending the school

Which confused and hurt you because Percy had said you made going to this prison worth it

Percy never got to say his goodbyes and is suddenly dragged into the half blood life, continuing his life with danger at every corner

Even after going on all these exciting and dangerous quests, years later Percy will never be able to stop his mind from straying to the one he let get away

He feels regret for the most part and probably thinks you hate him for leaving you so suddenly💀

He often wonders what your doing

Maybe your reading a book from that one author you like

Or maybe you’ve picked up a new hobby. Last time he saw you, you did mention you’ve had this strong urge to learn archery

School starts again and Percy is once again sent to a new school

He’s already anticipating going to camp next year but is immediately caught off guard when he sees you in the distance in one of the school halls

It’s LITERALY like time slows down

His eyes widen when he makes eye contact with you, the light hitting your face in a certain angle that makes you look ethereal

He feels his heart speeding up when your recognize him from the distance

Your face is scrunched up in confusion and then hurt, quickly looking away from him and walking down a different hallway

He’s so happy to see a familar face that he doesn’t even think about how you might be feeling after not seeing him these past few years

Percy looks different. Hes way taller than he was before. His hair is longer and messier, but makes it work. His face is more defined, skin glowing even under the florescent lights

You can’t deny the way your heart skipped a beat at seeing Percy again but everything crumbles down when you remember his unannounced departure from Yancy Academy

‘He could’ve at least told me’ you bitterly think while slamming your locker

Yeah you would avoid him like the plague while school’s in session

Walking in the opposite direction when you see him and avoiding his eyes when he tries to get your attention during class

It isn’t until when a monster interrupts the formal winter dance that you finally speak to him

Percy is trying his best to fight off the monster when it knocks him to the ground with a force that has him hackling for air

That’s when you come to the rescue

“Percy get down!”

“Y/N?!”

With a bow and arrow in hand, you aim for the beast with such precision and confidence, he stares in amazement as you single handily slay the monster with one arrow

He unfortunately has to flee the scene when he hears people barreling down the hallways, anxious to see all the commotion he caused

Yeah he gets to camp early that year💀

And when this guy sees you at camp during the summer, everything suddenly clicks in his head

The way you could see the monster and WERENT affected by the mist

Your scary accurate hit with a bow that seemingly came out of nowhere

And even the way the sun would shine in your favor in random moments

When you see Percy though, your confusion is maxed out. Was this why he left? Why you were never able to get ahold of him?

Yeah things are a little awkward during this time

While you’re put into the Apollo cabin after being claimed and adjusting to camp, Percy finds a hard time to talk to you

He’s SUPER excited knowing you’re a half blood too

He doesn’t have to worry about keeping any secrets from you and can tell you all about his journey throughout the years!!!

But fate seems to pull you and him further apart, bit by bit

He’s forced to hear your contagious laughter from afar during dinner, watching with soft eyes as your siblings surround you, nudging you suggestively when they catch him staring at you

You look over to him and send him a shy smile, in which he would perk up at finally getting your attention :D

After that night, things get a little easier

He’s still dragged away whenever he tries to approach you, but now he isn’t the only one trying to talk

You both wave whenever you see each other

Percy still stares at you whenever a camper tries asking him a question

While you try to walk up to him, he’s magically bombarded by other campers crowding him

He would push past them all to finally get to you after you nod your head to the side, urging him to follow you

“Yeah you know what guys? How about we catch up with this during the campfire! Yeah yeah, totally, see ya!”

He’s jogging up to you as you both walk the shore

“Well aren’t you popular here.” You say with a sly smile

“Oh yeah, I’m kinda known around camp. I’ve had a few uh, memorable, moments.” This dude is blushing like crazy cuz FINALLY! He’s finally alone with you!

After settling everything between you two, once again you’re stuck together

Training together despite your different weapons, doing activities together is a new norm

Except things are different this time

Percy isn’t the shy boy he was when he was young

He’s more confident and wants to make his intentions know to you

While he shows you how to use his sword during training, you guys already know he’s placing his hands over yours to show you the ‘correct placement’

So sly teehee

During the art and craft activities , he’s suggesting you guys to make a matching bracelet

His smooth flirting isn’t missed by you and you’re literally having a HEARTATTACK

You aren’t used to Percy being so bold, buts it’s honestly such a nice change of pace

He would definitely confess his feelings after dinner near the shore

And despite his suave attitude the past weeks, he’s so clumsy when he reveals his feelings for you

“So um, I like y- wait. Ok ok, sorry. What I wanted to say is that like, I like you. A lot actually. For a while. And you know it’s completely fine if you don’t, but I hope you like me the same because this would be really embarrassing for me-“

“Percy! It’s ok um! I like you too. A lot.”

It’s SUPER CHEESY BUT LIKE

COME ON

HES GIVING YOU PUPPY DOG EYES WHEN YOU SAY THAT AND UGH

He’s would totally lift you up and spin you around because he’s so HAPPY

Bro finally got his crush😭😭

He’s so sweet to you like bro

Always hyping you up during mock battles, cheering you on during camp games even if you’re aren’t on the same team

You already know he’s willing to lay down his life for you😭

And you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same even if he begs you not to say that (he doesn’t want to even think of the thought of you leaving him)

He’s an extremely affectionate person, pda is his middle name

If you aren’t that comfortable with pda though, he’ll settle with just holding your hand. He’ll just cuddle you later in private😻🔥🔥

But of course you guys are still best friends so you both would still clown the other if one of you does something stupid

He would love it if you play with his hair

He would be sitting in front of you during the campfire while you’re on a log seat when you brush some hair away from his face.

You rub his head a bit and Percy would lean his head into your hands.

When you’re done you pull away only for your boyfriend to bring your hands back to his hair, silently asking you to continue (UGHHHH MY HEART)

Sally loves you and is supportive of you guys (your number one supporter)

She invites you to have dinner with them and how could you refuse😩

Percy is so down bad for you and always brags about how long you both have known each other and how close you are

Like no one cares but he’ll just keep and talking about you to anyone around

Sometimes when you bunk in his cabin for a night or two, he likes talking about the past and how far you’ve both come

It’s during these nights where he’ll get emotional, maybe cry because he’s so grateful he has you in his life

You would kiss his tears away (SCREAMING)

Overall, childhood friends to lovers works out PERFECTLY with Percy. He values your friendship as much as he values your relationship

He knows you better than anyone in your life, has seen different versions of yourself and has always stuck by your side, through thick and thin💔

#pjo x reader #pjo headcanon #Percy jackson #Percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson headcanon #pjo percy #pjo #pjo headcanons #x reader #headcanons

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heavenlyysstuff · 4 months

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Reflection.

NETEYAM.s x metkayina!fem!reader

summary , neteyam talks to you after witnessing you being scolded by your parents for his brothers actions.

a/n , guys please request stuff my tiny brain only has about 1 writing idea every few months

Your mother has you by the arm, dragging you to your marui as the sully brothers and their own parents follow, your own siblings already inside your marui after not wanting to upset your father and followed him when he didn’t even order them.

You were foolish to think something like this would slide past them, a forest boy bonding with the outcast tulkun.

Everyone is stood in your parents marui, with the exception of the two Sully parents as they stand just outside.

You stand between the two Sully brothers, one of which got you into this mess in the first place. You take a quick glace towards your siblings who stand just beside Neteyam, a little ways away from you. Still, their presence brings you some comfort.

As your father walks to stand in front of all of you, your ears pin further back into your head, preparing yourself for the worst.

It’s your mothers words that break the cruel silence, “you allowed him to bond with the outcast!” She stand in front of you and motions her hand towards Lo’ak.

The accusation only makes blink for a prolonged second and let out a heavy breath as you try contain your emotions in front of your parents. Whats worse is that most of the Sully family is present. You can’t break, not in front of them, him.

Your mother hastily releases your arm and goes to pace slowly back and forth behind your father, who’s gaze is now harshly directed at you. “You disappoint me, daughter.”

It was those four words that made your eyes water, the feeling of rejection nothing new, but only breaking you more than it ever did before.

Your lips quiver for just a second before you bite down onto the inside of your lower lip to stop it. You suddenly feel exposed, besides your father you are almost exactly in the middle of the group, nowhere to hide. All you do is lower your head a little.

You feel the eyes staring into the back of your head as you are scolded, and another pair beside you…he’s looking.

You father stands up with a strict posture in the middle of the room, “sit down.” His aggravated voice sounds through the marui. You immediately go into the action of kneeling, not fast enough for him you suppose when his voice booms out again, “sit down!” Now he’s livid, you and the rest of the teenagers kneel hastily, not daring to make eye contact with the Olo’eyktan. All except for one.

Neteyam glares daggers into your father, who only looks at him for a split second before casting his eyes on Lo’ak, it seems a lesson is in order.

At that point you are already zoned out, lost in never ending thoughts of shame and hurt. You eyes appear empty as you stare to the floor infront of you, your head not completely down, leaving a certain Sully to look at you in pity.

You fail to realise how long you’ve zoned out for because when the sudden voice of Neytiri breaks your trance you’re focused again.

“Lo’ak, you speak to Olo’eyktan.” Her voice is harsh. Lo’ak simply glances in her direction before he turns to your father once again.

“I’m sorry, but I know what I know.” Are what might as well be his last words as your mother hisses at the reply.

His father, Jake Sully crawls his way towards his youngest son, and with warning in his tone speaks “that’s enough.” His eyes look towards the your own father “I’ll deal with this one.” Lo’aks arm is roughly grasped and used to be dragged out of your marui, Neytiri following her mate and son.

Your eyes haven’t once left the floor since your scolding, but they’re brought up to your father when he huffs, “You’re dismissed.” And with that he stands up, and turns to pace in the marui.

You’re the first to leave, not a single thought in your head as the headache from the recent events settles in your forehead.

You opt to go to the shore of the ocean, cool yourself down and most importantly regain the ability to think straight.

So here you sit, on the wet sand of the shore, letting the soft waves collide with your feet. Not a single Na’vi in sight, the sounds of natures music bringing you some peace.

And all is quiet until you hear a voice, right behind you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n?” The foreign accent immediately tells you who you’re talking to.

Quietly sighing as you turn to look at the male that somehow found you. “I’m fine Neteyam, what are you doing out here..?”

He walks to stand beside you before swiftly sitting down to face you, “I came to find you.” His voice softens while he speaks, it’s a nice change that you can come to like. “Back at your marui, with your father…”

You sigh immediately at the mention at the events before “did he send you to come get me?.. I’ll go now.” You mumble when trying to stand, but a hand on your arm quickly stops your movements.

“No no, I haven’t spoken to your father. I just wanted to see you.” His eyes show the genuineness of his words, and it immediately melts you to sit back down next to him.

“Oh.”

He chuckles quietly, but then remembers the reason he came here, “I’m really sorry you had to be responsible for my brother, truly.”

Your eyes flicker to his for a moment. “Thanks, but it really wasn’t your fault… they were right I should’ve done.. something.” You tone is quiet but desperate as you try finding the right words to speak.

“No, I understand. But you have to realise it really wasn’t your fault, I know that you must take the blame a lot.” He says and places a hand on your bicep, his thumb running soothing circles on your patterned skin.

When you don’t reply he speaks again, “I think you and I are a lot alike.” You turn your head to face him.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, both oldest siblings and always taking the blame for their siblings, and others.“

“…yea, I guess so.” Your words are soft, not used to being so open about your family life. You shuffle in your spot on the sand. “Why are you telling me all this.”

He tilts his head a little, almost unnoticeable, but not to you. “Because I want you to know you’re not alone.”

Both of your eyes meet, and suddenly you’re too shy to speak in front of his gaze, so all you can do is look away back to the ocean in front of you. “That’s… actually really sweet. Thank you.”

He smiles at your flustered reaction. “You’re welcome.” He reply’s “you know if you ever need anybody to talk to about this stuff, I’m always here to listen.”

You finally look back to him, looking into his eyes and smiling softly, “thanks Neteyam…”

#atwow neteyam #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #atwow x reader #neteyam sully x you

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cowardz · 1 year

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𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢 𝙭 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧,

✧ You at least had the conscience to feel guilt. It didn't make your actions justified, and your victims did not care for a second how you felt, but it gave you the peace of mind to know that you don't take pleasure from cruelty like the others.

✧You were a selfish person to the core. The second you were given the opportunity to climb the social ladder you grasped that opportunity with both hands, even if it meant joining the friend group of the cruelest bullies in the school. To remain with the group you had to show that you fit in, so you began to participate in the torment.

✧It started with just a few cruel words, then pouring a drink on someone, and then eventually you were expected to help the leader of the group brutalize his victims. You felt guilt, but never enough to consider stopping, you were given an opportunity you couldn't afford to squander after all.

✧Your desire for popularity did not come from nowhere. At your old school you were just like the students you harass now, an outcast. Transferring schools was your opportunity to make something of yourself, even if it meant hurting people the same way you were hurt.

✧Your "friend" seemed to have a favorite victim with the way he was always picking on one particular boy, and it wasn't hard to see why. His appearance was unkempt with untrimmed messy hair and deep bags that brought attention to his vacant eyes. Everything about him was unsettling, more akin to a ghost than a human being. Even the kinder souls (not that there were many) of the school avoided him like the plague. The general consensus was that something was very wrong with this boy, and nobody was stupid enough to stick around and find out what. Everyone except your little group leader, and grudgingly yourself.

✧ One day after a particularly brutal bout of bullying you hang back from the group. Stepping back into the bathroom you cant help but feel remorse at the site of the crying boy sat on the floor. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to show your guilt this one time. Its not like he could ruin your reputation, somebody would have to be willing to talk to him for that.

✧So you crouch down and wipe the blood from his forehead as you whisper, frankly inadequate, apologies. The juxtaposition of his current situation compared to the one he was in just five minutes ago has his head reeling and his heart pounds inexplicably. Nobody had ever treated him with such care, most wouldn't even make eye contact with him. Your confusing behavior, and maybe also his blood loss, leads him to a slightly delusional conclusion.

✧Nobody so kind could ever choose to be a bully. You must have been forced! Yes that's it, your sweet angelic soul was taken captive by those heathens and forced to participate in his torture. Maybe the lead bully had blackmail on you, or perhaps you were tormented in the same way he was behind closed doors.

✧That thought had him biting his nail in anxiety as he thought about you, the only person who was ever kind to him, being hurt. You were like a lamb among wolves, but don't worry he would make a pretty good guard dog :)

✧soon he was dead set on maintaining his delusions, if anyone tried to say you chose of your own volition to hurt people he would react with violent outbursts. To him you needed to be saved from the evil that's been hurting the both of you, and he wasn't opposed to getting revenge while he's at it.

You might have been better off avoiding him like everyone else...

#tw yandere #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #tw bullying #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere victim

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ageingfangirl2 · 7 months

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Why Do You Trust Me? Buggy (OPLA)

y/n has been on Buggy's crew for over a year and he starts to question their loyalty. Buggy x Reader

Y/N

Since Captain Buggy had come back the tension on the ship and amongst the crew was at an all-time high. You'd been a part of the crew for over a year and hadn't actually been in the tent when Luffy and his new crew managed to best Buggy, because Buggy didn't have an act for you so you had to stay behind on the ship.

Buggy demanded loyalty from his crew. He was a dangerous man and feared pirate, so you were surprised at how easily he charmed you into joining his crew. he played on fears and insecurities, and gave you a chance to be better and to find a new family even if he called all of you freaks and outcasts. You'd been told by other crew members you would be tested by Buggy, but you'd yet to be tested and you weren't sure if that was a good thing or not.

You followed your clown captain blindly, you owed him your life since because of him you'd become a better person and a much stronger fighter.

You were on your way to another island to destroy and make them watch the best show on all the seas, and just when you thought you could rest for the night you made eye contact with Buggy across the deck who had an unreadable expression on his painted face. With a gloved hand, he beckons you to come with him before disappearing into the shadows.

You followed him beneath deck towards his private quarters where you laid eyes on his throne and to your surprise the wheel he attached people to and threw knives at them. He had more than enough practice so why was it in his quarters?

You bite your lip, 'is everything okay captain?'

He simply stares at you emotionless, and next thing you know a detached gloved hand is around your throat and pinning you to the wheel while you gasped for breath wide-eyed and in shock. With his other hand, he makes quick work of restraining your wrists and ankles.

'You're far too trusting y/n, do you have any idea how easily I could kill you?' his voice malicious and laugh terrifying.

He produces some knives almost out of thin air and stalks towards you, until you're face to face, his smirk reaching his eyes knowing at this moment you truly feared him, 'ANSWER ME Y/N!' he snaps.

You manage to keep eye contact and gulp nervously, 'of course, you tell me as much, quite often. I'm well aware of how dangerous you are.'

Buggy's eyes widen at your reply and he hums to himself for a second before bringing one of the knives up to the corner of your eye and dragging the blade down your cheek, applying enough pressure to cut your skin but not too deep, making you hiss in pain, '...then why stay? Why show such vulnerability, knowing what you know?'

After cutting your skin he brings the knife between the two of you so that you could see your blood on his weapon. You take a couple of deep breaths and let the stinging pain subside. Before joining the crew you were abused daily, an orphan of the street fighting to survive another day. As different and difficult as times this new life was you wouldn't go back to your old life.

You sigh, 'because no one has ever treated me with as much tenderness and respect as you do, and because I know you'll never intentionally harm me. Whether you like it or not, I trust you, captain, I trust you Buggy.'

Buggy drops his menacing facade and his face softens as he takes in your honest answer to his question. He might play on others' fears and insecurities but deep down he had his own and needed at times to show his dominance. But of course, neither you nor the rest of the crew would tell him this because you didn't know how he'd react.

He puts the knives down and helps you off the wheel, 'Looks like you passed my little test y/n. Here take this.'

You take the handkerchief he offers and press it to your bleeding face while he keeps his back turned to you, 'are you really okay captain? You've had it rougher than us these past weeks.'

Buggy spins back around to face you wearing a huge grin before he squeezes your unmarked cheek like you would a baby and coos, 'I'm touched you care about me y/n, this is why you're one of my favourites. Now let's celebrate my return.'

The rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning is a blur. Pirates would take any excuse to drink, and Buggy was keen to keep celebrating his return. You never knew what the next day would bring, but you were thrilled to pass the loyalty test because Buggy came up to you drunk and told you he'd found an act for you in his show. Now you felt like a true part of the crew.

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Outcast: Second Contact

Ungenaue Karte

Die Entwickler schicken den Spieler von einer Quest zur nächsten, von einer Karte in die andere und zurück. Was ist wo, wer ist wo? Dies sind für viele Games wichtige Fragen für Ziele, Quests und Aufgaben.

Bei Outcast fällt aber die Karte auf, die nicht immer sehr hilfreich ist. Einige Stichworte sind hier:

Daokaa Reise Portale sind nicht angegeben/eingezeichnet

die Karte ist nicht in der Isoemetrie von der Aufsicht gezeigt und statisch (was gut wäre), sondern mit einer gewissen Verzerrung dargestellt

die Karte läßt sich rotieren, dieser Nutzen ist unklar, zumal durch die Rotation und der fehlende Kompass die Himmelsrichtung nicht schnell erfasst werden kann; das ist insofern problematisch, da die NPCs Hinweise auf zu suchende Talaner geben, in der Beschreibung aber "südwestlich", "nördlich vom Tempel" als Hinweise liefern; doch wo ist nun Norden auf der Karte? Zu dieser Problematik habe ich oben 3 Screenshots zusammengestellt

hilfreich wären an Angaben zu wichtigen Bauwerken, vor allem, wenn es viele Tempel gibt, die mit besonderen Reliquien ausgestattet werden müssen

Einige Computerspiele zeigen in Etappen immer mehr Infos auf den Karten an, z.B. wenn man sich erstmals neuen Arealen und Territorien nähert. Das ist nützlich, aber die Entwickler haben sich hier überhaupt keine Gedanken und Arbeit gemacht.

Kritik: Desorientierung und Bruch im FLOW

Eine der negativen Konsequenzen der mangelhaften Orientierung, auch von unüberschaubare werdende Questketten, sowie nicht leicht zu lösende Rätsel oder das erschwerte Auffinden versteckter Schlüssel: Das Spiel gerät ins Stocken! Das zerstört den "Flow", wenn er denn in diesem Game überhaupt mal auftaucht. Auch trüben diese Dinge grundsätzlich den Spielspaß aus meiner Sicht deutlich ein. Weniger Quests, mehr Aktion und taktische Shooter Passagen wäre mit lieber gewesen. Die Narration und Story ist auch wirklich Geschmacksache, wenn auch ein paar Anspielungen wie "Zorkatraz" (San Franciscos Alkatraz Gefängnis) und andere "coole" Statements von Cutter Slate (dt. Stimme von Bruce Willis) ganz witzig sind.

Dr. Andreas Korn, 24.03.2024

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#outcast #outcast second contact #computerspiele #flow #dr. andreas korn

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artbybyte · 9 days

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Jacob Alden - Lurking for Love headcanons

(Wholesome + bordering nsfw + other)

(THOSE WHO COME FOR MY EPITHET ERASED CONTENT LOOK AWAY)

Jacob is bisexual(pref towards women) and he doesn't discriminate against whoever it is he has a crush on cis, trans, and he doesn't mind. As long as you give him some form of respect, he'd be delusional enough to love you forever without question

Jacob is a very, very touch starved outcast and would do anything for cuddles, he's the big spoon type, clinging onto you and not letting you out of his grasp for a second thought throughout the night.

Jacob enjoys sharing his interests with you. So much so that he'd actively try and get you into them and help you understand his quirks.

Jacob canonically takes it up the ass sometimes /hj

He'd definitely nap and cuddle with you laying on his barren chest on warm days and would hold you tightly to his chest, he wouldn't care how sweaty you both got— he's a sucker for skin to skin contact.

He'd defend you beyond anything, so much so to the point he'd raise his voice and swear at the person harrassing you. He's insanely protective of you, and as cliché as it is, he would stand up and fight if it means you'd be alright.

His waist down to his thighs are sensitive to touch. He'd probably whine a little if you caressed him there—

He's very gentle with you in general. He'd be the absolute perfect boyfriend to have if it wasn't for how much his obsession of you overtakes him. He gets too carried away and holds himself back and feels immense guilt for the intrusive thoughts he has about you and the people around you.

You could say he's also jealous of you in a way, but it's a subconscious thing, really. He wants you to love him, love him enough that it'll "fix" him and his bad habits. He's jealous of how happy and 'normal' you seem to be, and he craves that sense of normality in his own life without being shut out from others around him anymore. He finds you to be perfect and nothing less than that.

He'd be kinda controlling over what you wear most of the time but he'd just appear agitated is all, he wouldn't force you to change unless he was feeling really insecure that you were wearing something too provocative.

He'd come up behind you while you are doing some sort of mundane task and hug you from behind while whispering everything he loves about you in your ear.

Jacob is the type to grind up against you while cuddling yk— with permission from you first, of course

Ever since he met you, he couldn't stop daydreaming about you to the point it affected his focus in work while he imagined all the ways he could make you his.

You. Jacob. Matching unicorn onesies. /j

(Extra, offical ref sheet of Jacob if you haven't seen it yet :p)

#jacob alden #jacob #alden #jacob alden headcanons #headcanons #jacob headcanons #lurking4love #lurking for love #lurking for love headcanons

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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Like the Wolf Steve/Eddie Werewolf AU

I have so much of this stupid thing written and it’s stuck on ch. 2 so imma just throw all the pieces up here now.

This is a werewolf AU, not an A/B/O fic. My version of Alphas and Omegas runs like a mixmash of Patricia Brigg’s, Ilonia Andrew’s, and Carrie Vaughn’s. There is no second gender, werewolves establish a hierarchy within a pack by who is most dominant/submissive, with two Alpha’s to a pack and Omegas being an extremely rare gift. Direct eye contact is considered a challenge and society has evolved to accept multiple types of Packs, including ones that include others beyond werewolves. All is explained in fic.

Warnings: Period typical homophobia, Eddie having trauma responses/being bullied/being hunted, mentions of Chrissy’s bones going snappy snappy, and a general mention of the delightfully dumb social/moral/ethical issues that paranormal creatures raise.

Eddie Munson was not anyone's idea of a proper pack Alpha.

Nor was he the kind of guy people wanted in a Pack, (capitol P intended, because “Titles are important, Edward.” and fuck did he hate when adults called him that. He went by Eddie for a reason.) or anywhere near them, period.

Experience taught him that even in a traditional Shifter town like Hawkins, filled to the brim with werewolves and not much else, people would pick literally anyone over him when it came time to pair up.

Witches, the Fae, hell, even humans were better than him in the eyes of his peers. They wouldn’t pick him to be their PE tennis partner if he was the last guy left, let alone allow such deep and familiar actions like “treating him nicely” or “waving hello.”

Letting him in their Pack? Any Pack, from a “true” one with the whole bond thing and fancy magic, down to the stupid social ones that did nothing more than let you know who your friends or coworkers were?

Perish the thought!

“My mom says you’re a total freak.” One of the old-blooded, rich brats had said in third grade, and the nickname had stuck like glue ever since.

It followed him throughout the years like it was branded on his forehead, accompanied by a steadily growing list of insults.

Weird. Faggot. Failure. Lone Wolf.

Other.

Different.

He'd tried long ago to stop letting it hurt him. The way they made him aware that he fell so outside the realm of what others considered normal that they actively shunned him.

It took until his sophomore year to get good at pretending it wasn’t painful, and at least by his third attempt at graduating, he had it down to where others believed it.

Had even carved out a place for himself, starting with the Hellfire club.

Gone about, rounding up all the other undesirables, the outcasted freaks who just didn’t fit into the stupid little social circles or dumb hierarchies of small towns the world over.

Took in Grant the human, and Jeff the half vampire and Gareth, who was sick all the time even though he was a werewolf.

Then the small group of incoming Freshman who’d been too loud, too proud, and far too nerdy to walk the halls without some kind of protection.

It wasn’t much, but for someone like Eddie?

It had been everything.

Too bad he was in Hawkins, Indiana, where people like him didn’t get to enjoy things.

Not without bad things happening.

Really bad things.

Chrissy Cunningham pulling an exorcist level of demonic possession, dying on his ceiling, and crashing down like a broken porcelain doll to the floor of his trailer level of bad things.

Suddenly Eddie wasn’t just the guy who couldn’t follow the same societal norms as every other bland teenage werewolf.

He was dangerous.

Satanic.

His freak status elevated from “guy with long hair and weird clothes who wouldn’t stop acting like he was an Alpha” to “wolf willing to exchange his very soul in order to bring about the end of the world”-or something.

Eddie hadn’t really listened much to Jason Carver’s rabid ranting, but he got the gist well enough.

It didn’t even matter that for all the magic in the world, demons and satan were more of a human concept than anything that had proven, hard hitting magic sitting behind it. Satanic panic was just in, and Chrissy-

He couldn't think about Chrissy.

Not that the truth mattered anyway.

No, the only thing that did was that one of their golden children had died in their town. A town they built, full of old werewolf families and a handful of powerful allies, that catered to them.

They needed reparation for the insult that had been brought upon their power.

Eddie was just the convenient lamb they had chosen to slaughter.

So here he was, outcasted by the whole town. Watching as the people who hated him collectively lost their minds, regressing back to the days of one singular Pack hierarchy controlling everything. Two Alpha’s to rule them all, with Jason fucking Carver was taking on the role as one of them.

Screw all the centuries of the world that had built past that. The way society was no longer “letting the inner beast win” but was instead getting along, moving forward.

Eddie hadn’t needed whatever had actually happened with Chrissy to know how much of a lie it was, but then he hadn’t planed on pulling back the facade either.

To bad for you, you idiot.

Not that there was anything he could do. Not with his van, stupid idiotic, easy to spot van out of commission, blown up transmission leaving him stranded not even two miles from his house. He’d exhausted himself just to get to the boathouse, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t make one ounce of difference if he’d bolted or called the cops.

They were gonna lay Chrissy’s death on his head, and now his chance to escape their wrath had all but dropped to zero.

Best he could do was hide. Wait it out.

Hope whatever the fuck had gotten Chrissy wasn’t going to come after him too.

The reminder didn’t help, that he had no idea what the hell had even happened. His mind ran in circles with his terror, trying to make sense of it, but all he could think about was how he could leave this damn boathouse.

How he could get out.

Out of Hawkins, out of Indiana, just fucking out.

It was that terror, the surge of adrenaline and the pure knowledge that if anyone caught him, his chances of survival dropped to damn near zero that he blamed for not recognizing Henderson’s voice.

Hadn’t even picked up on the younger wolf’s scent, he’d been so freaked out.

Wired with the intensity of a cornered animal, Eddie’s wolf staring out of his eyes and firmly in control the second he realized he wasn’t alone and whoever was here was calling his name, and all rational thoughts went right out the door.

Add in Steve fucking Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and total asshole violently poking around, and well.

There wasn’t a thought to be had at all.

Not in Eddie’s head, anyway.

He’d attacked when hiding no longer remained an option, proud of himself for pinning the larger wolf to the wall, snarling like the devil they thought he was.

And Harrington-Harrington let him.

Put his hands up as he crashed back against the wall. Kept his eyes off of Eddie’s, kept his throat exposed until Dustin could talk Eddie down.

Explain some things.

Explain all the fucking things, which didn’t help his situation, at all, but did at least help his overall mental state.

“We’ll work this out.” Henderson had said, voice confident, and Eddie, exhausted, starving, haunted by Chrissy’s bones snapping every time he closed his eyes-believed him.

Even if it was the stupidest thing to do.

Because for all his bravado, all his jumping on tables and loud speeches, the Throne he DM’d from and the Hellfire Club he ran-Eddie Munson had a secret.

He desperately, desperately, needed someone on his side.

Anybody.

Especially now, when he could feel himself seconds away from falling apart, life ripped out from under him a second time.

Pity this time round he didn’t have yet another Uncle to run to.

(It took Eddie a long time, in that same boathouse, to realize that Harrington had never retaliated against him for Eddie’s attack. For pinning him to the wall in front of his Packmate’s and making him look weak with a broken glass bottle, of all things.

Had in fact, backed down.

Which was a hell of a thing, when Eddie had discovered that the damn freshman hadn’t been fibbing for fun.

They really did have a little established Pack, bonds and all, and Steve Harrington really was the Alpha in control of it.

A born werewolf from one of Hawkins oldest families, with all their rules, fancy parties and refusal to be anything other than the best and he’d let Eddie, trailer park trash and son of two bitten, made, werewolves, pin him down like a puppy.

If Eddie hadn’t been wrestling with the existence of a hell dimension, hand made superpowers, and the reality of a world where humans were experimenting on species of various kinds, the long held treaty laws be damned while they raced the Russians to do fuck knew what, he might have caught on that Steve was just as different as he was, a whole lot sooner.

As it was, he just remained exhausted, hungry, and very, very grateful for the stupid freshmen.)

xXx

Shit hadn’t really gone sideways in the boathouse until the third time Henderson's little crew had dropped off food.

Dustin took in the look on Eddie’s face when Steve had unloaded the honeycomb cereal box, like the man had just seen water in a desert, and outright cackled.

Eddie reached out automatically, hooking his arm around the freshman’s neck and pulling him taught to his side. Dustin shrieked as he was put into a nuggie, Eddie spinning them as the younger wolf pushed ineffectively at his arms.

“Say uncle!” Eddie taunted with a grin.

“Ow, ow, Eddie!” Dustin whined, before finally going limp and shouting; “Fine! Uncle!”

Eddie dropped him with one last hair ruffle, grinning widely at him.

Dustin grinned back, even as he pretended to fuss at his hair and clothes. “God, it’s not my fault you just realize Steve adopted you.” He said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Why you gotta take it out on me?”

Eddie went to automatically deny that he was taking anything out on Dustin. He was just the youngest wolf in the Hellfire Club which meant by all the rules in the universe, he was the automatic target for all teasing.

The the kids words sunk in.

Sunk in the same way fucking teeth went into a steak, all sharp and deep and pointed.

Eddie froze so fast he almost nailed his face on one of the overhanging oars.

“What?” He said, positive he misheard.

“Those are your favorites right?” Dustin said, pointing at the offending cereal box on the ground. “He’s always been like, weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat. I’d say it’s an Alpha thing but it’s totally not.”

“What.” Eddie said again, his voice coming out as more of a surprised croak.

“Max insists he pays super close attention but come on, it’s Steve. I once watched him trip trying to do the dance from the Breakfast Club. It’s absolutely just like, his weird little superpower.” Dustin hummed for a moment, face scrunched up in thought. “Like, snack-sense. Stevie Snack Sense!”

Eddie stared, the words “Steve adopted you” and “weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat” ping-ponging around his head.

Henderson’s grin grew impossibly wider. “Get it? Like Scooby snacks?”

Then he laughed his weird little cackle again, ignoring the way Eddie had crashed like one of the shitty computers their school was so proud of owning.

‘Danger alert, the Freak is overheating. Danger alert, the Freak is-’

“Henderson are you coming or what!?” Steve yelled, causing Eddie to jump and Dustin to spin around, shouting something rude back.

“Keep your walkie on, okay?” Dustin said, turning back with a worried look that would have been touching if Eddie had been paying any attention at all, before scampering off to have an argument with his Pack Alpha.

The same one who apparently, allowed such things from whiny, teenage puppies, and also, was trying to adopt Eddie.

Into his Pack.

Eddie just stared after them, feeling vaguely like the world no longer made sense.

Probably because it didn’t.

#Hungry verse #werewolf AU #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #werewolf steve harrington #werewolf eddie munson #pack #packmates #0o0 fanfics

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misshowellyisstrange · 11 months

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well, now you're gonna die too (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Inspired by FUNERAL GREY - Waterparks

warnings: smut, choking, low-key breath play, swearing, drinking, drugs (weed).

It was 11pm, you looked around quizzically at your surroundings, you stood outside the address Chrissy gave you, no kids were outside but blaring music played from within the house. You could see movement from within. Shadows formed across the curtains that were pulled tightly closed. You were surprised the Hawkins police hadn't already been called to break the party up, but then again, if Chrissys family was as loved as she was, they could probably get away with murder.

Making your way down the driveway, the music echoed louder and louder. Just as you were to reach the door, it swung up, two adolescents fell through the door, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. You couldn't tell who was trying to guide the other out, both slurring a greeting as you headed into the house.

The music vibrated through the house, cans of alcohol littered as you walked through, you could barely recognise any one in the crowd, popular people, people you would pass in the halls, people you would actively avoid eye contact with. You swayed your hips to the music as you made your way through Chrissy's living room. You wondered why she even bothered inviting you, you barely spoke to reach other at school.

The lights were low, but you could make out more faces in the kitchen, although the clouds of smoke still made actually recognising anyone a challenge.

Someone ran up to you, engulfing you in a hug. Chrissy. You couldn't imagine anyone else at this party being that close to you. As you pulled away, you saw her blonde curls confirming your suspicions.

"I'm so glad you made it!" Chrissy shouted over the music, it was quieter in the kitchen but you still struggled to hear her. "If you need a drink, just grab one off the table, avoid the lemonade." Chrissy said with a wink. Someone had obviously spiked it.

Chrissy headed into the living room, falling into multiple people along the way. You headed to the table where the drinks were all spread out, deciding on just a beer, although you did have a flask of vodka in your pocket for emergencies.

You pulled a cigarette out of your packet, suddenly realising you can't find your lighter. You patted your pockets down, double and triple checking each one. Before you could find the vanishing lighter, a curly haired boy approached you, flicking his lighter under the cigarette hanging out your mouth.

"Cheers, Munson." You nodded to him. Everyone in the school knew of Eddie, god everyone in Hawkins knew of Eddie. The local dealer, outcast, freak.

"No problem, Y/L/N," Eddie started, "What's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?" Eddie slurred as he spoke. You looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated. You could only assume he was as high as a kite.

"Eddie, I think you've had enough." You pulled the joint out of his mouth, swapping it with the cigarette you had just gotten lit. You took a drag of his joint, taking your time to inhale and take in your surroundings. You noticed it wasn't just Eddie in the kitchen it was all of the Hellfire boys.

"Come on Y/N, don't be a buzzkill. Give it back, I'm basically sober." Eddie pleaded and gave you puppy eyes.

"Don't disagree with me." You winked at Eddie and made a beeline for the back door, taking his joint with you.

You pulled your grey sweater around you, trying to keep in whatever warmth you had left. You thought you could cope with the November chill, but the mini leather skirt and tights were not a good combination. Chrissy's old swing set called your name. You ran straight for the swing on the right, the one you had basically grown up on. You and Chrissy spent so many nights out here talking about school and boys, spilling secrets that you would both take to the grave.

The second swing creaked as someone occupied it. A leather jacket appeared across your shoulders, and the smell of rum and stale cigarettes surrounded you, engulfing you in a familiar warmth. The jacket was still warm, lingering from the body heat that had previously accompanied it.

"Haven't seen you in detention recently Y/N, don't tell me you've been taken in by the dark side." Eddie looked over at you, leaning in close. His hand reached to your right side, slowly making its way across your hip, your breath hitched as Eddie's closeness grew nearer. Eddie's hand started to settle across his leather jacket on your waist until he reached into his pocket to pull out an old grey flask, liquor still sloshing inside. Eddie pulled back, taking a swig of the flask, he motioned the flask closer to you, offering you some of the mysterious liquid. You hesitantly took a swig of the alcohol, warmth rushing down your throat, heating your core.

You passed the flask back and forth, slowly emptying the remnants between yourselves. Dirt flew up as you kicked your feet back and forth, slowly kicking on the swing set. You started pushing the seat back, then forward, then back again. Eddie watched as you flew higher and higher on the swing set. He excitedly jumped from his seat, rushing behind you. Eddie's strong hands softly cupped your back, pushing you higher on the swing.

"You're ruining my vibe, Munson!" You giggled as your feet pointed towards the sky. Eddie, oblivious to your complaints, continued, only stopping when you were actually concerned the swing might actually wrap around the bar at the top. Who knew your childhood fear might be a reality.

You noticed Eddie's hands no longer cupping your back. You looked around, concerned he had left you to rejoin the wild party inside. You threw your head all the way back, tilting the seat with you. You caught a glance of Eddie making his way to the front of the swings.

"Are you ready?" Eddie now faced you as you swung back and forth.

"For what?"

"To jump!" Eddie excitedly claimed, opening his arms wide to catch you.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You shouted at Eddie. Eddie's smile grew, curls flowing in his face as the wind picked up.

"I'll catch you, darling," Eddie stepped closer to the swing set, setting himself in the prime position to catch you.

"You're crazy, Munson!" You closed your eyes, hands loosening against the chain, hoping the swing would slow enough you wouldn't meet your fate sooner than intended. You waited for the swing to reach the highest point forwards, pushing yourself off the seat, you flew into the air, free from all restraints for just a second. You soon came crashing down, clutching onto Eddie. Eddie fell back upon contact, arms squeezing around your waist, taking you with him.

Uncontrollable laughter escaped from both your lips. You straddled Eddie, holding his chest to keep yourself upright. The cold chill now seeped through your knitted sweater, Eddie's jacket lost from the jump. Eddie's arms seeped around you, keeping you close to him.

"Come with me. "

"Come where, Eddie?" You asked, giggling at his vacant expression, the mixture of weed and booze finally settling into you both.

"An after party, with some of the Hellfire group, it'll be at my place."

"I'll think about it." You winked at Eddies, using his chest to push yourself up. Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, watching you sway with the music. You grabbed Eddie's jacket from the floor, draping it over your shoulders, looking back at him before you reentered the kitchen, "I might come find you after I've found my friends."

You sauntered over to Eddie's trailer. The alcohol in your system embraced you as you got dropped off by your designated driver. They pleaded with you to come back to their house, but you were adamant that the Munson trailer was the place to be.

The door to the trailer was ajar, a boy with the distinguishable 'Hellfire' shirt on made his way out the trailer, the male was tall with dark features, you'd seen him play guitar before at the 'Coffin.

"Please tell me you're Y/N, Eddie hasn't shut up about some girl crashing tonight. " the male laughed, putting his hand out to shake yours.

"I'm Jeff, by the way." The male, Jeff, introduced. You took his hand in yours. The greeting was far too formal for both your levels of intoxication. Up close, you noticed Jeff's pupils were significantly larger than what you would normally assume. The smell from the trailer gave away the likely culprit.

Walking into the trailer, you noticed the red writing across the alarm clock sitting on the kitchen counter, '03:00' glowing back at you. Your eyes peered across the room, landing on the sofa. Eddie lounged across the two seats, another male taking up the armchair, and two more individuals sat in a pile of blankets on the floor, you could only assume it was Eddie's bedding that had been dragged to the living room.

Eddie always talked in an animated way, his hands bouncing around. You could tell he was in a heated discussion with Gareth on the other side of the room. Eddies large hands swayed back and forth, ash from the joint he held falling as he flicked his hand around.

Eddie froze as he saw you, eyes following you up and down, lingering for a second on the leather jacket wrapped around you. Eddie quite literally jumped from the sofa, pulling you into a hug, and then dragged you back to the small two-seater.

You took the blunt out of Eddie's hand, inhaling and exhaling as the group made conversation. Eddie leaned into you, "That shit is going to kill you." He whispered into your ear.

Taking a deep inhale, you held the smoke while you felt your head go light. You blew the smoke back out towards Eddie's face, which lingered close to you, "Well, now you're going to die too." You looked back at the boy, his eyes followed your lips, glancing down towards your neck occasionally.

Your body grew heavy as the trailer became a hotbox. Eddie spread across the two seater, slightly sitting up, you lay with your back pressed into him, one of his arms over your shoulder, the other with a joint in hand. Eddies free hand traced circles across your chest, subconsciously moving up and down towards the sweet spot on your neck.

Eddie's hand moved up your shoulders, to the back of your neck, supporting your head. He squeezed gently, causing you to face his direction, eyes meeting one another. Eddie held his joint between his pointer and forefinger. His thumb traced your lip, pulling your lips open slowly. Eddie leaned into you, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, lips brushing against one another.

The after party soon died down, leaving just you and Eddie alone in the trailer. Heavy rainfall echoed throughout, the radio still playing quietly in the corner. At some point, you had ended up on top of Eddie, straddling him across the sofa, Eddie's lips sucked your neck in the most sensitive spot. You couldn't resist releasing quiet moans into his ear. Sucking turned into kissing, travelling down to your chest, Eddie's hands firmly grasped your hips, yanking you closer to him.

You grinded forward, trying to remove any and all distance between yourself and Eddie. His fingers digged into your skin, unable to control his natural reflexes.

"You're going to ruin me, darling. " Eddie moaned, hips buckling up, your bodies worked together, intertwined as your pleasure grew. Eddie lifted under your thighs, pulling your skirt up, hands tracing your thighs and ass.

"Baby, I know your dying wish is to be baptised in my spit." Your voice was low and sultry, the bulge in Eddie's jeans throbbed, sitting firmly against your thong which was now uncomfortably damp.

Eddie swiftly grabbed under your thighs, hands cupping each ass cheek as he lifted you off the sofa. You hooked your arms around his neck, clinging as he lowered your bodies to the messy bedding on the floor.

"You're mine tonight, darling." Eddie pulled your knees apart, opening your legs. You pulled your sweater off, showing off your lacey bra, hard nipples peaking through the fabric. Eddies hands dragged across your body, moving your skirt up, tracing your figure. One hand traced the string of your thong, pulling it down, Eddie's other hand moved up your chest, cupping your breast, taking your nipple and gently twisting it between his fingers.

You arched towards Eddie, pulling him closer. Your hands moved across his body, undoing his jeans, pulling them down. Eddie took them off quickly, your skirt following suit. Your hands made their way into Eddie's hair, pulling against his soft curls. Eddie moaned as you tugged his hair, revealing his weakness.

Eddie looked down at you, both hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the floor below. "You're going to regret that." Eddie said as he gently untangled your hands from his hair. Eddie ushered both your hands above your head, holding them together firmly with his one hand, his other hand pulled his boxers down, revealing his stiff cock, he teased you, pushing his head in and out of your wetness. You groaned as Eddie tortured you, begging him to fuck you.

Eddie's free hand found its way to your throat, squeezing gently. You looked up at Eddie, doe eyed. "Please, baby." You pleaded, waiting for Eddie to please you. Eddie gripped your throat tighter, pushing his cock into you. You tried to let out a moan, but nothing came out as Eddie controlled your breathing.

Thrusting in and out, Eddie moaned, pushing harder and harder, building up a steady rhythm. You dragged your nails into his back, causing Eddie to release his grip on your neck. You moaned as the thrusting continued, catching your breath while you could.

You pulled Eddie in closer, sucking on his chest where you could reach, slowly working towards his neck. "No way, darling, you're not leaving any marks there. " Eddie's voice was low and deep. He almost growled as he spoke.

"Baby, please, it's only fair!" You pleaded with Eddie, batting your lashes as you spoke.

Eddie's eyes glanced down at your chest, fingers running across the marks he left on you. "Not fair? I can give you not fair darling." Eddie abruptly pulled out of you, grabbing your leg and flipping you over quickly. You lay face down on the blanket, head collapsed into the pillow. Eddie grabbed under your thighs, pulling your ass into the air, Eddie lined his cock against your hole, pushing into you, hands grasping at your hips.

You moaned and pushed back into Eddie, creating a rhythm with his body. Eddies hands moved across your body, hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you into the pillow, gripping your hair. Eddie pulled your hair, pulling your head up towards him. He placed a messy kiss across your cheek as he continued thrusting.

"I'm close, " Eddie groaned out, his pace became uneven, deeper, slower thrusts followed.

"Please baby, come for me." You huffed out, waiting for Eddie to release into you. Instead, his hand reached around, gently rubbing your clit, you stomach grew knots, thighs shaking as Eddie continued.

"Eddie -" you started, "Eddie, I'm close. "

"Hold on, baby. " Eddie whispered, his thrusts picked up pace again, hands digging into your sides. Your legs shook as you reached your peak, Eddie's body tensed against you, reaching his climax. Your bodies collapsed onto the bed sheets below, breaths heavy, your bodies stuck together. Eddie untangled his limbs from yours, lifting himself from the blankets below.

Eddie patted the clothing around the makeshift bed, grabbing whatever he could find first. A large top came flying in your direction, "Put this on. " Eddie ordered.

You pulled the graphic tee over your head, peering down at the band name across the shirt, 'METALLICA'. You looked back up, Eddie had made his way into the kitchen with just his boxers covering him up. Eddie flipped his curls to the side, holding his hair back in a make shift ponytail. He pushed his head under the tap, running cold water across his face and into his mouth. Eddie let the tap run cold while he wiped his face on the nearest kitchen towel.

Reaching up, you could see the muscles in Eddie's back tense as he reached for a glass out of the cupboard. He grabbed the nearest glass, filling it from the tap. Bringing the drink back to you, Eddie pulled another blanket off the sofa, throwing it over your legs. You pulled the blanket close, taking in the warmth now Eddie wasn't pressed up against you.

Eddie joined you on the bed. You could feel the heat radiating as he inched closer to you. Eddie noticed your positive reaction to his warmth and pulled you in closer, legs wrapped around him. Kisses were planted across your neck while Eddie's hands roamed your body once again.

"Round 2?"

AN ~ thank you so much to everyone who read this far! I started this months ago and never got around to finishing, but I'm super happy I did! It's also my first time writing smut, so please don't judge me too heavily, xox

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eeeeee ok so i decided to write a lil oneshot of the chain as cryptids au, with a little bit of self projection onto wild- (i made him autistic and use they/them - slighting non binary coded on accident🙏 which i hope is ok, i just got carried away)

Gift giving

Cryptid!wild + Cryptid!hyrule bonding <3

Wild was, well- wild. He didn’t take kindly to being forced into a box, some would call them a man because he looked like it, when in reality wild was just wild. Not a ‘man’ or ‘woman’- just wild. He was also told by strangers, whenever in one of their brothers hyrules, they would get caught into conversations somehow and were told that they were rude for not making eye contact and moving around- when in reality that just meant they were paying attention! Hylians were just weird! When wild joined the chain of strange heroes, he felt like an outcast in some ways, these were all beings who knew how to interact with each other, wild liked cooking for them, it was wilds way of showing they cared and did want to be friends, which was not something he normally did, but you know- when your forced to travel with people Sometimes, they would find a stream, and practice facial expressions and giving eye contact, but they’d get lost focusing on the fish darting into their reflection. The stream was going at a slow pace, but the sounds of it rippling through itself was nice. The sounds of the forest creatures coming by to drink the cold water and leaving just as quick made the atmosphere just as good. Eventually sky had came by, probably to come get me to make dinner.

“Everything alright?”

He chirped, crouching beside me. His wings folded in on himself as to not hit me into the river, since he did have past accidents of doing so. I nodded, my antennas swaying in the wind, i watched the stream carefully, picking out the patterns in the way it moved downstream, i think wind would’ve liked to sink into the water, it was deep enough to sit in. Sky was probably going to say something else, but i saw the sun hit something just right in the water that made it sparkle. I immediately dunked my hand in, making sky jump at my sudden movement, i got whatever it was, and tugged it out of the soil. I shook my hand dry, and found that i had grabbed a bracelet, with sea patterns, strange runes on it, and opal gemstones engraved into it.

“Ohh cool! I wonder what it does! We should ask legend! He might know since it seems ocean themed and he’s a merman of sorts”

Sky ecstatically ushered me to follow him back to camp, so when we got back, sky darted to legend. He had dragged him over, and legend carefully examined the metal bracelet.

“Looks like something to keep you from getting wet, the bracelet i assume is something that can absorb water into the opal gems that would originally get in your clothes or skin and keeps it dry.”

He explained, handing the bracelet back to me. I nodded, smiling softly. If there was one thing i knew, is that hyrule didn’t like getting wet in his fairy form, and he was the few people I’d yet to truly interact with for longer than a few conversations. I knew he was out and about, but i didn’t know where- i decided to wait, sitting patiently in a tree as i swung back and forth repeatedly by my legs on a sturdy branch. Hyrule came back a couple minutes later, with wood in his arms. He set them down and sat next to legend, sparking up a conversation. I didn’t want to interrupt, but hyrule needed to have it! Even if wild did really want it, hyrule would like it more and find better use for it. I hopped down, small bells and chimes sounding from no where as i basically bounced over to where hyrule was sitting. I stood near his field of view, trying to find a pause in their conversation to make movement and get his attention. For a couple seconds, it was quiet between them, and hyrule looked to me.

“What’s up?”

He softly questioned me, raising a brow. My antennas flicked as i registered his question, and i remembered why I’d been standing there. I extended the bracelet to him, he was a bit taken aback, but smiled and took it.

“Thank you wild! What is it?”

He tilted his head, looking to me again. I waved a hand to legend, trying to ask him to explain- which he got the memo.

“Oh! Wild gave you a bracelet that helps keep you dry, it seems the opal and runes engraved on it give it magical properties to keep water off your skin and clothes.”

He explained once more, pointing to the engravings and opal gems he was talking about. Hyrules wings fluttered slightly, in which i hoped was joy, he turned to me and smiled even wider than before.

“Thank you! This means a lot, since i know you like to hoard things like this, and you’re willingly giving it up for me.”

He sounded slightly guilty in his tone, which i managed to pick out based off his head bowing. I waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention, my antennae’s flattened as i scowled at him.

‘Give you, make me happy, you happy’

I signed to the best of my ability, getting my whole gesture across. He nodded, smiling again.

“Thank you, again-“

He laughed softly, it sounded energetic, which meant he was happy. That cheered me up, Hyrule hopefully knew i wanted to be best friends now, maybe even brothers! Like how he would refer to legend or wind. Wild knew he would’ve liked the bracelet, but this was a better choice.

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This AU belongs to @sapphicseasapphire

I wanted to write somethin and this AU scratches the blupee coded part of my brain :3 i love the art you make and it always makes me happy stim seeing it!!!

#chain as cryptids au #Lu wild #Cryptid wild #Cryptid sky #Cryptid hyrule #Cryptid legend #Lu sky #lu hyrule #lu legend #I hope this was ok!#I did not mean to make wild autistic coded but it happened 😭#The tism ray #I hope this actually made sense #I don’t write often #So sorry if it’s not good-#Projecting my experiences onto wild so hard rn #Onyx writes⭐️

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