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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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hi!!! i play a drow/dhampir warlock, how do you think astarion would react if durgetav was a dhampir?

This is a very interesting take! Besides, I and @marcynomercy are obsessed with Dhampirs. Since I have a separate request for Drows, I will make this one solely about a Dhampir Tav

Who has serious body image and acceptanace issues because like many dhampirs Tav can't stand neither vampires nor vampiric ancestry.

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Astarion x Dhampir!Tav

You are an outcast.

You spent your childhood as a normal child, but at the of 16 you felt a terrible bloodlust.

The fangs grew, replacing canines.

Your mother taught you all your life that vampires are monsters and disgusting creatures.

But apparently, she slept with one of them.

Since you are a god forsaken dhampir.

You are scared. You beg for mercy.

But your mortal family throws you out, threatening to murder you if you ever dare come back.

You run away. Alone and scared.

Maybe, vampires can answer your questions? Maybe, your father - whoever he is - can help you?

Alas, no family reunion for an outcast like you.

The vampire who fathered you is a disgusting evil creature who knows nothing but violence.

He doesn't recognize you as your child. Moreover, he doesn't even understand what you are.

You lock him in silver chains and drag him to meet the sun one last time.

You are a dhampir. The only thing any vampire must be afraid of.

Immune to vampirism. Fast and dangerous. A stepchild of the night.

You are embarrassed of your ancestry. You cover your mouth and explain your pale skin by a rare skin condition. But people still fear you, even more than vampires.

You wish you were never born like that.

Eventually, you become a renowned vampire hunter.

One day, you get a request to murder a certain Vampire Lord in Baldur's Gate along with all his spawns and thralls.

You are ready to do such a job pro-bono.

But... The gods have other plans for you.

The moment you meet Astarion, you know who he is. No vampire can hide their rotten nature from a dhampir.

But there is something about him, something about what and how he tells his story, that makes your feel pity.

He doesn't look like those morons who wanted to be vampires. He doesn't look like he enjoyed what he was doing on his master's orders.

He is a victim.

The night he wants to bite you, he realizes your blood tastes weird - it's not like he can't drink it, but more like... he'd better not.

"I am half a vampire, Astarion. Don't push your luck."

You agree that you won't have any problems with him drinking blood if he doesn't hurt the companions and useful people.

You know your own bloodthirst. Astarion has its much worse

You gradually fall in love. Maybe it's your own desire to embrace your dark nature.

Upon arrival at Baldur's Gate, you make a decision - you will destroy Cazador and all his spawns, leaving only Astarion alive.

But - you won't let him ascend.

Otherwise, you will be his mortal enemy. And if ascends, you will kill him instantly.

You kill Cazador - but something changes inside you. You see other spawns, miserable and sorrowful. You've never thought you could feel compassion toward them.

Astarion is different, after all. No vampire is like him. But others... You suddenly see so much in common with them.

Your dark family, your blood, your kind.

Astarion also makes a choice. Ascension means losing you. He will be able to subdue everyone to his will, but not a dhampir.

But you warn the spawns - you will not hesitate to kill them if they lose control.

Post-game, you together do what you do best.

Monster hunting.

You are immune to necrotic damage, he is a literal vampire. You are unstoppable together.

You help him with nightmares and body autonomy issues.

He trusts you. Even though he must be afraid of you.

Sometimes, you love-bite him with your fangs, and, gods, he likes it.

His skin regenerates, and you pierce it once again.

You also learn to love your own body. Your pale skin, your fangs, your dark hair.

It's difficult to hate yourself when Astarion adores you.

You are both fast and deadly.

And you are going to be together for many centuries - dhampirs live as long as elves.

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cleake · 11 months

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heyy i love your blog the fics are so cute!!! i wanted to kindly ask you if you could do a fic with neville? i love the way you portray him in your stories. usually others just write him off as sme shy weak boy but you portray him in such a special way, like yes he is shy but theres more to him than just loving plants and being inroverted, and i respect you so much for it. i was wonderng if you could do a big headcanon or fic centering around neville having a crush on the reader or him being the reader's boyfriend? i just miss him sm :(

Hello, dear. Your words made me feel very happy and appreciated, thank you very much. I would love to write more about Neville, he’s a very interesting character. So I’m back from the dead and my multiple months break from writing to give you some of this sweet boy. Thank you again, you’re wonderful <3

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Neville Longbottom having a crush on you

-Neville felt like an outcast. He felt that he didn’t fit in with how he was, how he looked, how he behaved, or what he was interested in. He had bad experiences with trying to make friends, let alone trying to find someone that would be special to him. He was rejected, laughed at, and ignored by his peers and he stopped trying to talk to others. He still wanted to have friends, people to like him and respect him but he just feels that won’t happen, that he was a lost cause. So he went on through the years in Hogwarts being only a background character, nothing important.

-Then you showed up. And it was amazing for him. You were amazing.

-When Neville noticed you and you noticed him it felt like something finally clicked, that something finally happened in his life, that he wasn’t alone anymore. He felt like a person, someone with will and importance. You made yourself memorable to him by just being a good person, by being a friend and someone who didn’t see him as a joke. He was overjoyed. He felt like he had something that could make people like him. You made him feel like he was nice, like he was good and worth everything wonderful. He finally had a friend.

-But after some time of you being friends, of you two talking about your interests without any judgment, you making gifts to each other, you making efforts for each other, spending your time together, Neville had a realization to make. He loved you, he liked you and he wanted to be the reason you keep on smiling. He was terrified at the beginning. He was scared and felt so alone with that thought and feeling of loving you. This changed how he saw your relationship and he felt like that was a bad thing. He started to see you in a different light and it made him feel guilty. He started to notice the way you smiled, the way you looked at him, the way you laughed, the way your hair fell around your face, the way you stood, the way your hands touched things, the way your eyes looked so peaceful when you read or looked at something important. Like him. It was such a wonderful thing to witness your beauty in the simplest things, he loved it. But it made him feel so bad for thinking that way, you’re friends. You’re friends. Nothing more. And maybe he had to accept that fact, maybe he shouldn’t look at you in that way. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe he didn’t deserve to do that.

-Neville was so conflicted with his feelings and thoughts toward you, his days were filled with admiring you quietly, punishing himself for doing that, and then feeling alone and powerless. His mind was focused on you, he was thinking about you. And it wasn’t only the administration, he thought about you and how you’d react to him having those feelings about you, he thought about how he was disrespectful for doing such things. He was sure you’d be angry, upset, sad, embarrassed, disgusted, disappointed if you found out. He was so scared. But he loved you so much. He couldn’t help but smile when he thought of you, when you were near when you complimented him, praised him, noticed him. He loved you. And there was no way in denying it.

-He felt so much love and appreciation for you, he just wanted to cherish you forever, treat you like a god, worship you. He knew he was a bit dramatic in his feelings but he loved you so much he couldn’t help it. He saw you as something pure, wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, and enchanting, he had to feel this way. He had to give you all the stars in the sky, all the pearls in the ocean, all the sunsets and sunrises. He knew you deserved it. But he didn’t know if he deserved you. And it made him feel miserable in his loving you. He didn’t know what to do.

-But then you showed something that was close to showing romantic feelings toward him as well and Neville got so excited and so happy, but at the same time so scared and nervous. He wanted to tell you how he loved you, he wanted to scream it, he wanted it to pour out of him so you could see it, he wanted to give you his heart. He wanted to say it and it ached him to death. He wanted to let you know. He was so enchanted by the thought of telling you that he got brave enough to tell you, not even thinking if you agreed or not, if you thought of him as weird and embarrassing. He got to tell you.

-One day he run up to you, his eyes wide, his lips parted, his breath coming out heavily from the emotion and adrenaline. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking at you with a glimpse of something in his eyes that you just caught from time to time. Now it was directed at you and it was visible, he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. He had to take a moment before he could speak. He didn’t care if anyone was close to seeing, he didn’t care if people were laughing at his emotions, he was here with you and that only made him feel safe. After a moment of him trying to find his words, opening and closing his mouth in hesitation and fear of saying something wrong he finally choked it out.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, shaky, and uncertain but it was said. He said it to you and he was worried. How will you respond? Will you be disgusted like he always imagined? He just realized what he had done to your friendship and that it won’t be the same after this. All that could save this moment was your response. And he was desperate for it.

-He loved you and he loved that you loved him. And it made him the happiest and the most grateful he ever was. He was ready to give you himself and his heart and you wanted it. That was the most beautiful thing to him. He was always overjoyed with you and you were a miracle to him that he’d protect and love to the end of his existence. He was ready to feel loved and appreciated, to be someone’s “one and only”, to be their heart and soul. And he always wanted it to be you.

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1k1ga1 · 1 year

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𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 💭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 💭 𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰 💭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲(?), 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬

you were never fond of the nobles. as an orphan who was abandoned by her own parents, you had to fight your way to survive in the back alleys. you had to learn to defend yourself from the cruel thugs. you had to learn how to beg for a spare coin or half-eaten food, even though they would wrinkle their nose at the dirty rags you wore. you had to endure the harsh weather with those thin rags on your beaten and bruised body.

at one point, you truly realized how utterly useless your life was. you were just a waste of space. a peasant whom no one knew. you had no purpose, so why were you trying so desperately to live?

you groaned, a loud rumble came from your stomach, but you ignored its pleading. you had no purpose, so you might as well die. though you did find it regrettable to die in a dark and dirty alley like this. who knew what those vile people would do to your corpse. but, at least you wouldn’t feel the pain anymore.

you slowly close your eyes, accepting your fate, before you heard a warm voice call out to you. you slowly opened your eyes again, squinting at a girl who held her hand out to you. you blinked, staring into her emerald-like eyes. there wasn’t any hint of disgust or hatred, only pure worry for your poor state.

“are you alright?” the girl asked you, tilting her head as her obsidian fringes framed her face. was it just you, or was there light shining behind her? “would you like to come with me?” you cringed at the question.

many nobles had offered to take you in, but they all ended up mistreating you, leaving you with the whip scars on your back and the bruises from struggling to run away. your trust in humanity was like a broken glass, your own will to live spilling from it.

your lips quivered. the girl before you shine so brightly, unlike those evil people with ominous shadows following them everywhere. this girl was warm, the warmth you had seemed after so many years of surviving. your hands subconsciously reached out for the girl’s extended palm, and you felt the girl shake it gently, a smile gracing her face.

“i’m alyssa. what’s your name?” the girl asks, giving your small hand a comforting squeeze. your lips trembled, digging the name from your painful memories. the only thing in this world you could truly call your own. “my name…is (y/n).”

everything after that was a blur. alyssa had taken you back to her quarters in the palace, and gave you the position as her maid. the sweet, kind, and lovable princess alyssa gave you a purpose to live again, and you could not be more grateful, swearing to dedicate your life to the 4th princess.

in a span of a few months, you and alyssa bonded quickly. you could always sympathize with each other’s experiences and the way people would go out of their way to make the two of you an outcast. in a sort of strange way, the two of you became each other’s pillar. a place where each other could always come too when they feel like the world is giving up on them. the two of you have each other hope.

so, when your ‘hope’ was accused of of being a criminal, you couldn’t believe your ears. princess alyssa, the benevolent princess that took you in? she would never do something so cruel to her younger sister! you tried to defend the outcasted princess, but no one was on the crow princess’s side. in fact, they all seemed to ‘expect’ her to do something like this. were they so blind? you wanted to cut off their tongues for speaking such filth.

but in the end, you were only a maid, and without the princess, you became nothing once again. alyssa had built you up from a corpse with no will to live, and now that the princess was gone, all you could do was offer her they life she had given you.

holding the thick rope around your neck, you didn’t even have the will to struggle as you kicked away the chair. tears burned at the edges of your eyes, feeling your lungs tighten painfully, but no pain could compare to the lost of your princess. “please…if a god exist…please guide me to the princess again..!”

you expected to never wake up in that moment, but when you could suddenly open your eyes, and were taken aback. you were alive? did you somehow survive that? who would even save you anyways?

you looked around, darting up to a makeup vanity and ogling at your reflection. there was no rope burns around your neck, in fact, it looked so smooth and delicate. your eyes trailed to admire your face, and a small gasp escaped you. your face looked so different than before where it was dull and sunken. you never realized you could look this beautiful with these rosy cheeks and plump lips.

“lady (y/n)?” you whipped your body around at the unfamiliar voice, internally panicking as a girl in a familiar uniform approached you. “did you sleep well, m’lady?” you froze at the way she referred to you as if speaking to a noble.

“w…who am i?” the girl frowned at you, pouting her lips as she placed her hands on her hips ‘threateningly’.

“why, of course you are the princess of the (l/n) duchy, lady (f/n) (l/n)!” the servant girl announced to you, mirth within her tone. “now, if you are done with your pranks, please allow me to bathe you.”

you wordlessly listened to the girl, following her towards an extravagant bathroom you knew was comparable to that of a princess’s. was this girl actually being serious? how did you suddenly wake up as a duke’s daughter? you didn’t want this. you wanted to reunite with her.

your eyes widened, staring into the naked reflection in the mirror. all the scars you had was gone. the whip scars, the bruises, the scratches. they were all gone. there was not even a scratch on the supple skin you were unfamiliar with.

that day was already a week ago, and you had grown accustomed to your new blue-blooded body. (f/n) (l/n), a mischievous duke’s daughter known for pulling harmless pranks. despite that, high society adored her due the girl’s knack for lifting people’s spirits and her pure virtue.

elmir’s nobles were flabbergasted when the playful girl had a total 180 degrees change in attitude. where was the prankster girl they knew? why was she behaving like such a solemn flower? the doubts didn’t last long though, since the girl’s sudden maturity made the nobles adore her even more. she became the symbol of how a noble should be, and the muse of many. prime, elegant, and refined. the duke’s daughter’s popularity exploding, and everyone in the elmir empire wished to see this graceful dove.

so, when their darling little aisha suddenly showed an interest in the rumored duke’s daughter, the empress and emperor just had to invite the lady to the palace! after all, their little aisha rarely showed any emotions, not to mention such keen interest in someone! and this couple would do anything to see their daughter happy!

when your carriage arrived at the palace, you couldn’t help but tremble anxiously. the emperor told you not to fret, but how could you not when the emperor himself invited you to the palace?! had your family committed treason? had you committed a crime without realizing it? was your family actually involved in rebellion?

“you don’t need to be so nervous.” a velvety male voice chuckled, somehow he calmed your nerves with his mere words. you focused on the blonde male before you, slightly towering over him, a wide grin on his striking face while emerald eyes stared at you. “you must be lady (y/n).”

“y..yes,” you glanced at the blonde’s attire, noticing the imperial family’s insignia engraved on the buttons on his vest. “ah..! greetings to prince isis de elmir!” you curtsied, the anxiety building up again as you stand before the empire’s prince. “my apologies for the delayed greeting…”

“please don’t worry, it was my fault for not introducing myself first.” isis scratched his pink cheeks, averting his emerald eyes before focusing on you once again. “my father has instructed me to accompany you to aisha’s room. i hope you don’t mind.” isis offered you his arm, and you gladly looped your arms with him.

“of course not. i’m honored.” alright, so you were here to see the princess? so you were just panicking over nothing.

“um, aisha is a little…quiet, so please don’t feel offended if she doesn’t speak much. she just takes long to warm up is all.” isis suddenly chimed, attempting to strike up a conversations during the long walk to his sister’s chambers.

“it’s alright, your highness. i understand.” a gentle smile graced your lips as you glanced at the male who seemed rather jittery. you couldn’t blame the princess. after all, it took you much longer to become accustomed to your new parent’s affection, especially since you were an orphan in your past.

isis didn’t understand what you meant, but decided it wasn’t in his place to ask you to explain, instead, staying quiet as he continued to maneuver with you through the halls. occasionally emerald irises would glance towards your thoughtful face before darting away, hoping you didn’t notice that he was staring. “she really is as alluring as the rumors say…” isis remarked to himself.

undeniably, the prince was also curious about the lady who dominated high society after just one banquet, and now he could no longer pass off the rumors as an exaggeration. isis felt like he could understand why his sister was so interested in the lady now. perhaps his lovely little sister secretly admired the lady.

“it looks like were the same age,” you chimed out of the blue, catching the blonde off guard with your smooth voice. isis nodded, mumbling a quick ‘yes’ in response, then everything went silent again. you internally sweat-dropped. you were never any good at making conversations, even in your past life. and in this new life, the nobles always tried to talk your ears off with flattery, so you never had to say much except some quiet replies.

finally, the two of you arrived at a big white door after an awkward silence, you admired the details engraved on it while isis knocked on the door. “aisha. lady (y/n) has arrived.” isis announced, hearing a quiet ‘come in,’ the blonde opened the door, allowing you to enter first.

“greetings to the star of the empire, princess aisha de elmir.” you curtsied, peeking at the princess through your lashes. she was adorable with her rosy cheeks of baby fat, her curly silver hair, and her doe-azure eyes that sparkled at you.

a part of you slumped in relief, sensing a strange familiarity with the princess despite knowing you’ve never encountered her before. with such a unique appearance, you were sure you’d remember if you ever came across her.

aisha could feel her chest swell up, staring at your healthy figure, she inwardly praised herself for going with her gut feeling after hearing people talk about you. compared to the girl she befriended in the past, you adopted the noble appearance worthy of a duke’s daughter, and the princess was relieved to see you living in a good conditions. aisha quickly took notice of the dullness of your eyes though. she’d have to fix that, and she knew exactly how.

you sat across from the princess at the round table, taking small sips from the porcelain tea cup while glancing at the princess. was your eyes fooling you, or was she doing that habitual pucker of her lips? the habit that princess alyssa always did whenever she enjoyed her tea. god, even the tea was chamomile, princess alyssa’s favorite.

“(y/n),” you felt your brow furrowed at the nostalgic warmth in her voice. “do you not recognize me?” you shook your head, laughing off the ridiculous thought…unless—

“….princess..a..alyssa?” the name tasted bitter in your mouth, waiting for the girl before you to respond with narrowed eyes.

after a short while, aisha nodded her head, a grin gracing her face as you immediately pounced out of your seat, pulling the smaller girl into your chest as tears spilled out of your eyes. aisha sobbed into your shoulder, sniffling as you both felt your hearts pound against each other’s. you weren’t dreaming. your ‘hope’ was sitting before you. god had truly reunited you with the princess!

it took the both of you longer to release all the suppressed emotions than you anticipated, but you didn’t care as aisha’s tears dampened your shoulder. your own salty tears dampening the girl’s back. your princess was in your arms again. your hope was in your arms again. and this time, you will never let her go.

it didn’t take long for rumors of the duke’s daughter and the young princess becoming close friends to become the hot topic of the empire. they knew you were charming in many ways, but befriending the princess? now that was just pure talent.

since you two had a lot to catch up on after not seeing each other for so long, you would visit the palace almost everyday. of course everyone welcomed you, since they could see the way their princess’s eyes would light up at the slightest glimpse of you.

naturally, you also bonded with the rest of the imperial family since you would visit almost daily. the emperor and empress adored you for becoming their daughter’s first friend. they even started treating you so warmly as if you were their own daughter. how could they help it? you were such a joy to be around!

isis grew on you quickly too. the boy was so kind and considerate! especially when he would look at you with eyes the color of emerald that makes your heart swells!

likewise, isis also enjoyed your visits, occasionally joining you and his sister with whatever you guys were doing for the day. be it painting, reading, doing makeup, or touching up on etiquette, isis found your personality like a light bulb in a completely black room.

time flew by like water, and before you knew it, isis had already become the crown prince! the prince who you adored teasing about the differences in your height was now towering over you! it was scary how much he grew, but you couldn’t help and look up at him in fondness as he wore his usual smile.

aisha also blossomed into a beautiful young lady, and you were so honored to be next to the princess as she finally experienced true familial love that she craved in her past life.

everything seemed great, and your days with the imperial family was the biggest joy in your new life. however, nothing lasts forever. your parents suddenly got into a carriage accident while on a business trip, and when the news reached your ears, you dropped the tea cup in your hand, while aisha widened her eyes in horror.

you sat there quietly, staring at your clenched fists as aisha hugged you. you couldn’t comprehend the emotions swirling through your mind right now. it’s not as if you were ever close to you new parents after waking up in this body. all your attention and affection was focused on the young aisha who revealed her past identity to you, and you began to drift away from ‘your family’ as a whole. perhaps you felt a little regret. god gave you a new chance at life with your ‘hope’ at your side, and the opportunity to experience your own family, yet you ignored that chance.

that day you excused yourself from the imperial family, who all gathered to see you after hearing the news. the empress could see the darkness in your eyes, and she wanted to beg you to stay. so that darkness wouldn’t take you away. iris couldn’t bear it if that twinkle in your eyes would disappear.

tyrion stopped his wife though. as much as he loved you as if you were his own child, he knew you needed time alone to process the shock. he gave you an endearing pat on the head like he always did, and added some encouraging words to the expressionless you.

aisha could only watch your back, shoulders seeming heavier than normal, as she held hands with isis, who would occasionally squeeze your hand. their heart ached to see the bright and joyful girl they adored look so depressed, but they could only hope that you would figure out a way to get back on your feet again. they’d always be there waiting for you once you did, and they’d be happy to make you an addition of their own family.

their hope was utterly crushed though. since your parents had passed away, you inherited the duchy, figuring your ways through the stacks of heavy paperwork. every since you held the funeral for your parents, all you did was lock yourself in your father’s old office, filling and stamping papers after papers, barely eating nor sleeping.

aisha and isis took notice of how you hadn’t visit her even after two days, and after a whole week, iris and tyrion were also worried. only then did they realize how much they took your presence for granted, and they hastily reached out to you. sending letters after letters, requesting for them to come visit you. but in the end, you just gave the worried family some excuse before continuing with the paperwork.

after a whole month of this game, the emperor and empress could not endure the anxiety consuming them any longer. you were basically their own child, so they had to check up on you. that day, tyrion sent and emergency summon to the duchy. he knew he shouldn’t be taking advantage of his title, but it’s not as if he intended to do anything bad. even iris agreed with his plans! they just needed to check up on you, and this was the only way to force you out of the duchy!

once you made it to the palace and maneuvered your way through the familiar halls, you entered the audience room. tyrion and iris paced around anxiously until they heard your footsteps, turning to look at you after a whole month, only for their heart to sink.

you had completely lost the brilliant glow in your eyes even though you tried to conceal it. your cheeks look sunken, and they knew you hadn’t eaten as regularly as you were supposed to. the dark crescents under your eyes especially stood out, signifying that you hadn’t had enough sleep. oh, just where did the lively (y/n) go? now you were only rendered to a husk of your former self. a ominous appearance as if you were a corpse.

you knew of their intentions to summon you like that, but you took it as an opportunity to ensure them you were fine. lies. you told them you needed more time. that you were going through a difficult time right now. that you wanted to be alone for a while.

if it was any other person, the couple probably would have doubts. but the person making these pleas were you. the child who’s intelligence and grace was praised throughout the whole empire. your words were like honey to their ears. the exact comfort that they needed to hear. that you’d be back to ‘normal’ in no time. that their happy (y/n) would return to their arms.

of course, the emperor and empress trusted you. dismissing you with a tight embrace. when the news of their meeting reached their children’s ears, they comforted aisha and isis. persuading them that you’ll be just fine. you just needed more time. unaware of how they were dead wrong.

a whole year had passed every since that meeting, and you continued to give emotional excuses to the imperial family’s invites, which became once a week to twice or thrice a day. you were probably the only person courageous enough to blatantly ignore them like this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything. you knew the princess you adored was in good health and happy. after all, she awakened the powers of a ‘saintess’ and now her reputation has been exploding while your’s slowly fade away from society.

there was no one else you needed to be concern about. not iris, tyrion, or… isis. they’ll be just fine without you. they’ve got each other, after all. and you were just a pest latching onto them all this time…

in fact, you were wrong. the family might seem to be doing well from the outside, but inside they were breaking apart. why? just why? why. why. why?! they’ve waited so long so why haven’t you returned to them? we do you continue to pretend like you were never really close to them? why. why. why. couldn’t you see they wanted you? they needed you. they craved you. just say the word and they’d give the world for you. so why do you keep being so stubborn!? can’t you see you need them too? that night, they finally decided to sit down at a table together for the first time after months had passed of them going their separate ways. their string of patience had snapped. they couldn’t swallow their greed any longer.

you were working in your office as usual that night when you heard a strange sound coming from outside your door. you dismissed it at first, but when a bloodcurdling scream reached your ears, you jumped from your chair. legs wobbling as you haven’t gotten up in so long, you darted to the door of your office, only to halt when you felt strong arms wrapping so tightly around you they knocked the air out of you.

“just stay still, alright? this won’t hurt…” your mind registered the owner of the lovesick voice before it grew hazy as whatever was soaked into the clothe pressing into your nose and mouth was making you dizzy. all you could feel before blacking out was the intruder nuzzling his face into your neck to relish in the scent he hadn’t inhaled in so long. one name did cross your clouded mind though; isis.

#—ichigo 💭#yandere manhwa x reader #yandere x reader #into the light once again #isis de elmir #aisha de elmir #_𝟏𝐊𝟏𝐆𝐀𝟏_

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blue-sadie · 11 months

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Tears Of Blood

Neteyam Sully x Human Reader

Prt 1. Prt 2

Summary: neteyam pov of 'tears of gold'

Warning: reader death

Neteyam/3rd person pov

This place was sickening I hate the people I hate the food generally I hate this place all together it made me and my family feel like outcasts and I hated it, Yn be came more distant since we came here and it's partly my fault.

I've been pressured by my dad to hang out with other na'vis and when ever I suggested she come hangout with us they laugh in my face and started speaking bad at her and I guess that I started doing it as well.

"You forgot me again" she murmured I sucked in a breath as I sat next to her "oh sorry" I whispered as it fell into silence ever since the move she's become distant and I don't really blame her I'm being a complete jerk to her.

"What happened to u-" she asked but was interrupted by nyx one of the girls that spoke absolute crap but was kinda the 'leader' of the group.

"Come on neteyam" nyx called but I didn't want to go I sighed heavily as I got up walking away not looking back because of how guilty I'm feeling 'i'll make it up to her...... eventually'.

I hung out with them till eclipse before heading home but yn still wasn't back "neteyam please go find her" mom asked as she prepared dinner.

I nodded and started to head to the shore a bit aways from the village where she likes to collect rocks and shells when I got there she was staring off into the dark horizon the light from the moon and water illuminating her face perfectly

She looked stunning I gently smiled to myself she was perfect but I quickly cleared by throat "mom's look for you" I said watching her closely "she's not my mom" she snapped making my breath hitch.

I quickly moved beside her "what's wrong" I asked my voice filled with concern "I don't belong here neteyam" she murmured as tears started rolling down her cheeks my heart clenching at the sight "i-i" I tried to speak but just didn't know what to say.

"You were really the only one that felt like family now your a stranger to" she cried my heart breaking and burning with sadness "I want to go home" she whaled I froze for a second.

How could see not see that this is her home with me "but you are home" I murmured holding back from wiping her tears I didn't deserve to touch her or hold her.

"It isn't and never was" she spat cradling herself into her knees "don't think like that" I whispered but came up with an idea that could cheer her up "how about we hang out tomorrow the whole day" I smiled "ok".

I chuckled at her "come on mom's made dinner" I murmured helping her help and we quietly chatted as we went back home and having a nice prepared meal before going to bed 'just like old times'.

I woke up to someone shaking me awake "what the hell" I whispered opening my eyes which widened as I saw nyx with a finger to her lips before gesturing me to follow her I quickly looked at yn who was fast asleep.

'I won't be that long' so I quietly got up and followed her "what do you want nyx" I asked as we walked over to the small group of na'vis "nothing special" she grinned "we just wanted to show you something" one of the boys laughed.

"And what is that" I snapped "wow neteyam you really wanna get back to that demon so bad" nyx snorted making the others laugh too "no I don't" I muttered.

"Then why do you hang out with her" she asked scrunching up her nose in disgust "I feel bad for her" my heart ached with each word" I really do or I'll just leave her in the dust".

A clash of buckets made me turn around and my eyes widened it was yn I opened my mouth to speak and explain myself but she just shook her head before running off.

"Surves the little demon right for eavesdropping on us" nyx laughed and I finally lost it "she's not a demon" I shouted making them jump I turned to them with a glare "she is my friend".

"Dam nete chill out" nyx rolled her eyes walking up to me but I pushed her away "no you chill out you bitch" I snapped making the boys push me away from her.

"Aww does little neteyam have a crush on her" one of the boys teased I quickly punched him making him fall and the others quickly scattered because they knew they couldn't face me.

The only one who stayed was nyx I turned to her "and don't ever call me nete again" I snapped before walking away to find yn but I couldn't "sir" I murmured walking up to my dad.

"Yes neteyam" he asked turning to me with a smile but it was quickly wiped away after I explained what happened "where is she" dad murmured his eyes filled with worry and sadness.

"I don't know" I whimpered my heart clenching with each horrible thought that came to mind "neytiri, guys let's go" he called and we started searching "you dumb fuck" lo'ak muttered.

We searched around the village some more before heading to the shore "what the hell is wrong with you" dad muttered "I don't know" it was the truth I really don't know what happened or why I said those things.

"Ma jake look" mom pointed at faded human foot prints "let's go" he said as we started running down the shore and only stopped when it reached a wall of rocks and the foot prints stopped.

"Let's go around" mom said and they went beside them but I stood frozen staring up 'she would climb' I thought and looking for a spot to climb it was quite easy but it hurt your fingers as you held on.

I started climbing rock to rock kinda enjoying myself I looked forward and saw her "yn" I yelled out happy that I found her but I startled her making her fall.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she yelled out and I quickly ran to her side "yn" I asked hurriedly my eyes widening as I saw a crack in her mask that kept getting bigger "fuck yn where's your spare" I muttered my hands ran over her body trying to find her spare one.

"I don't have one" she murmured trying to keep calm "dad over here" I yelled out I felt as if I was gonna be sick "I-I can't neteyam" she whispered as a single tear ran down her face.

"No no please" I pleaded cradling her body in my arms "I'm so sorry" I whispered my voice cracking as I started to cry she shakily lifted up a hand to my face.

"I love you neteyam" my heart finally broke as her hand began to fall but I quickly caught it and brought it back up to my face holding it against my cheek.

"No don't do this I need you" I yelled out rocking her body back and forth "goodbye" she whispered before her mask completely shattered "no" I whaled my body shaking with sadness "please" I cried settling her body down carefully.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered removing the broken mask "I love you to" I murmured before laying a kiss on her lips

"but I fucked up".

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hello!! Saw your need of request and I have one!!

A Larissa X outcast reader where r is hired to the academy but they don’t have their ability written in their like resume(?) and Larissa is always curious as to what it is. One night they start getting to know each other over drinks when Larissa lets slip that she’s a shifter and r finally admits theyre one too but were scared because they’ve never met another one. Maybe share a kiss? Up to you

Not so dirty secret 18+

*Authors note~ Ah fluff I love me some fluff I hope you enjoy, it's so nice to be caught up and I love your ideas so much so thank you guys for your support. This was meant to be just fluff and somehow my brain turned it into some smut at the end. I take full responsibility for my mind running away with myself here*

Trigger warnings~ smut magic p 🫡 mommy kink smuttttttt

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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You weren't ashamed of your ability, no it wasn't that, it was the reactions you normally received that made you hold that piece of information very close to your chest. When you got told the job at Nevermore was yours, you couldn't quite believe your luck. And you hadn't had to revel your ability, the headmistress seeming to respect the fact you didn't want to share the information with strangers, truly you were glad you didn't get forced into telling her. Maybe that's what drew you to seek out her friendship.

Everyone on the staff was lovely, and the students all unquestionably unique and amazing in every way possible. You'd settled remarkably well, yet no one knew what you were. Plenty had asked, but none had pushed you when seeing how uncomfortable you became at the question. Your friendship with the headmistress was blossoming nicely, you often found yourself in her office with a glass of wine as you laughed at one of her anecdotes. You even shared some of your own, telling her of your childhood pet and how being an only child resulted in you having an imaginary friend. All found memories avoiding the mention of your shifting abilities.

You found yourself falling for the woman, I mean anyone would, she was a literal angel on earth, you couldn't fathom any reason why anyone would hurt someone so dang precious. You couldn't help but be scared, what if she didn't return your feelings? What if she ran when she found out you could shift? You didn't share your ability with her and Larissa didn't share hers with you so you both remained in the dark. But your feelings were getting stronger everyday you spent at the school so soon enough you decided it was time to bite the bullet.

You headed to her office that evening, hands trembling slightly at the thought of what you were going to do. So much so you forgot to shift back, you see sometimes you liked to shift your lower half, it made you feel comfortable and confident, you still loved your female anatomy but if you had the chance to have both wouldn't you? You entered and made your way to your usual seat as Larissa got the wine and added a few more logs to the fire. Mentally you were going over what to say, how to bring the conversation up and trying to convince yourself not to back out.

Thankfully, Larissa seemed oblivious to your nervousness as you both sat drinking your wine in a comfortable mix of silence and chatter. That was when you got brave, "Isa?" You mumbled effectively catching her attention, "can I tell you something?" She nodded while swallowing the wine, "of course darling what is it?" You took a shaky breath, "I'm a shifter" you whispered avoiding her eye contact not wanting to see disgust or disappointment lingering there. If you had looked all you would've seen is shock and relief. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you it's just people don't take to kindly to people like me."

"Oh my darling I'm very aware of that fact" she whispered shuffling close to you and giving a side ways hug, that's when she noticed. The touch had caused your extension of your body to grow and stand proudly to attention. Deciding to play coy with you, she murmured, "I'm a shape shifter too, I've not met anyone of our kind before but it makes sense with how stunning you are", the compliment making you blush. Then she did something you weren't expecting, she moved to straddle your lap.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me darling" she all but purred at you keeping your gaze with her own. "Mhm no?" You couldn't think, you had an extremely attractive woman in your lap and a raging problem between your legs. Larissa just responded by rolling her hips downwards to feel you against her core. Despite the clothing acting as barriers it felt sinfully delicious and all you could do was let out a gasp, "fuck Isa" you whimpered causing the older women to snatch your lips into a kiss. The kiss was sweet and slow but soon enough desire mixed with the very fancy red wine took over. Larissa began to actively roll her hips downward in a clear indication of what she wanted while your lips made quick work of marking up her neck. Nipping at her pulse point you decided to thrust your hips upward in an attempt to surprise the older women. Successful. She let out a needy whine before coming to mewl in your ear, "take mommy to bed darling. I want you to fuck me, hell I'll fuck myself on your cock just baby please mommy wants to cum."

You did just that replaying her words as you both made quick work of each others clothing. Who would've knew you'd have a mommy kink? And who would've thought your little secret wasn't so much of a dirty secret as you thought. You gave Larissa everything she wanted. You made her cum again and again wrapped tightly around your cock, her walls milking you for every drop of cum you had. But you weren't done, you wanted to watch her bounce herself on you. So you quickly flipped yourself to lay beneath her hands on her hips as she hoovered over you. "I I can't no more please darling" she whined but you ignored it and helped her skink herself down on your dick, stilling as she let a cry of pleasure tumble from her lips. "Mommy make me cum" you demanded and couldn't help but laugh at her pathetic attempt to move on her own, "aw such a good slut you need help mommy shall I help you?" You teased as she nodded and begged for anything and everything. Did she want you to stop or carry on? She wasn't quite sure but the way your fingernails dug into her bare skin as you bounced her on your dick was truly something else. You both tumbled over the edge together as you filled her up with cum. Like a good girl she took everything and you reminded her of that before shifting back to your usual anatomy. Her first sight of your dripping cunt as you moved to clean her up. Once she was all cleaned up you made sure to offer her some water and a snack before gathering her in your arms and telling her how perfect she was. How much of a good girl she is for you, how proud you were of her. And only when she was on the brink of sleep did you murmur "I love you my darling Isa."

Word count~ 1307

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candeathbereal · 2 months

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Astro observations #11

-The funny thing about looks is that astrology has the funniest ways of expressing itself that reading something like "leo risings have great hair" or "saturn dominant people have great bone structure", and you can go along with it. One day I asked my boyfriend what feature of mine stood out the most and I was expecting something like my eyes since that is usually said for neptune dominants. Then he said something like "Your hair and face shape" and I sat back thinking about it. Like hair, sure I do have a leo rising so I expected that but face shape??? Did the part of my teenage years where I focused on working out my face so I could have a great jawline actually work out in my favor....yes yes it did. Now I have a great jawline that it can coexist with my hair as a outstanding feature. I make a big show of this because I started looking more and more into astrology and appearance patterns and you know what I found? Nothing becuase I am shitty at researching and connecting things. I know it's not ideal all things considering I do run a astrology focused blog but shit happens. I would love to hear you guy's thoughts and opinons on astrology being connected with appearance and the patterns of all that. Like I can see certain things but I fail at finding the patterns myself tbh.

-Moving on, my pluto trines my sun and my ascendant and my sun trines my ascendant. My venus also trines my ascendant while my jupiter sextiles it. And honestly it's interesting to hear people's first impressions of me and I give off conflicting impressions. I seem hardworking yet not to the point of being an asshole about shit. In high school I had people think I smoked but I have never done any drugs but I give off a certain vibe. I also think it's cause smoking isn't considered "acceptable" ,for a lack of better words, so I have always spent my time around people who do smoke because I never truly felt "normal" or "acceptable" when I was younger especially. To a certain degree I understand why I tend to vibe with what's considered outside of the norm but I don't exactly indulge into it myself. My seventh house is in aquarius, my uranus and lilith is in my seventh house, plus my seventh house lord is in either my tenth or my seventh house (I am still unsure about aquarius because it is said to rule both uranus and saturn). So naturally what's considered "outcast" or "stigmatized" hasn't always escaped my interest. Yet I don't find serial killers and all that, that interesting...I still learn about it because I feel a pull to understand why. Like why does this confuse people so much? You can find a reason for murder and most people if not everyone seems to be able to want to kill somebody. Of course this is a very rooted in morality so just know serial killers that kill people out of pure pleasure disgust me. Anyways I want to assume it's beyond the mindset of murderers that interest people so if anyone wants to discuss it with me further my inbox is open. Or anything else you guy's would wanna talk about. I feel like I'm missing something in this world which is knowledge. I live through pure curiosity as opposed to spite or hope. There is not a defined goal like spite but there is still somewhat a goal in curiosity. It's to know more but it doesn't always have to be positive either. It is the 'neutral' between many reasons to live but it works for me.

Alright enough of my random babble, I hope this made sense to anyone. Afterall I am posting this to be shared with others because if I wanted to only have this be for me it wouldn't be so public. Or even written down to be honest.

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coldresolve · 2 months

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rambling

i think there's a dunning kruger effect sorta thing happening with a lot of people in circles like the one ive cultivated here, but specifically relating to the characteristic of "being fucked up" as opposed to competence

it sucks because, yknow, i really feel at home with other fucked up people. there's a mutual understanding there that neither of us are holy, so you don't judge me, and i don't judge you. there are no taboos, there is no moral indignation, you don't have to censor your thoughts, there's a solid understanding of the difference between thought and action, neither of you are your past, etc. it's genuinely freeing not having to deal with the usual social rules that get you shunned for being a weirdo lol

and then hardcore george walks in and signals desperately with every fiber of his person that he, too, is fucked up. so you sort of take him at his word, because you have no reason not to - but oh snap, you're being lured into a false sense of security. because the moment you say anything remotely out of the ordinary, or behave in a way that's slightly eccentric, hardcore george starts blurting the same moral indignation you'd expect from a nun, and immediately decides you're too degenerate and probably dangerous. so you ask him in what way he is fucked up, and he says he eats cereal with water instead of milk. and while that is atypical, it's not exactly the sort of lifestyle that recontextualizes your view of what counts as "extreme" or "out there" - he just dipped his toes lightly into something unusual, and now thinks he's a maverick. this is hyperbole, but i hope you get what i mean. it's dunning kruger for being fucked up, right

a lot of people who market themselves as hardcore and fucked up are, to put it very bluntly, very average people, who despite their constant show of apathy will treat outcasts with the same disgust shown by everybody else - while somehow having convinced themselves, in their tiny little noodle brains, that they themselves are the outcasts. and i know it's not a competition, it's not a race to be the most fucked up or whatever, that's not the point. i'm just being pissy about how "being fucked up" has somehow been aesthetisized to the point where two thirds of the people you think are gonna be cool about stuff thats a bit out there, are not actually cool about it whatsoever

#its hard to talk about this without writing something that can be interpreted as like. edgelord pick me lmfao #i hope you get my point ig. its not like i can convince anybody to be charitable if they dont want to be #im just tired of people who act like something theyre clearly not #other #was gonna post on warm but ehh its more relevant here cause yknow. cough

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shreyamistry · 9 months

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Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Pairing: Hana x MC

Prompt: “I’m willing to try this for you.”

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: Nicole invites Hana to a rock concert when the pair visit New York. Nicole relives the nostalgia of living in New York while Hana lives vicariously through the life of a New Yorker.

A/N: Thank you for the ask! I hope this fits (I was trying to rack my brain very hard to find something that makes sense and this is the conclusion my brain came to). I hope you like it 🩷!! Requests are open if anyone is interested !!

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Hana dotes on her dress, her slim fingers smoothing down the fabric trying her best to make it look as sleek as she would prefer. The peach colored gown made her feel almost out of place compared to the other outfits she saw - even compared to Nicole she felt like an outcast. She glances around nervously, picking at a stray piece of lint that lingers on her dress. The fabric soft to the touch, cooling and calming - it helped Hana stay grounded despite her nerves.

“Hana!”

She turns her attention to Nicole who smiles brightly, she draws Hana into a quick hug pulling away to hold her at arm’s length. The pair had decided to meet up at the venue as Hana needed to meet with aspiring young men her parents would try to set her up with if King Liam didn’t work out; and Nicole wanted to meet up with her old co-workers. The thought of Nicole as a waitress intrigued Hana, she often wondered what it would feel and be like to be a true New Yorker without a royal background.

“Nicole! I’m so pleased to see you.”

She smiles brightly as Nicole pulls her in to place a kiss on her cheeks, quick and chaste. She sighs to herself happily, the short interaction enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and her mind race with thoughts. Nicole offers her a cup with a weird array of scents coming off of it giving her a puzzled look.

“It’s a concoction of every soda,” Nicole laughs at the concern written across Hana’s features. “Trust me, it sounds gross but it’s - well kind of gross, but that’s half the fun. It’s a New Yorker thing, I guess.”

Hana laughs gently before taking the drink to her lips. She breathes out deeply before taking a sip from the straw, her face scrunching up in disgust before settling into a look of distress. Every polished part of her screams this is nasty and undignified, but most of her is excited. She goes for a second sip getting a squeal of excitement from Nicole.

“I told you!” Nicole laughs, “it sounds gross, tastes gross, but you can’t stop yourself from going back for seconds!”

“I never realized how exciting being a New Yorker could be,” she replies, “you lived such an exciting life before coming to the courts of Cordonia.”

“It wasn’t all glamor, you should’ve seen the giant rat I called my roommate back at my old place.”

“A giant rat? In your home?!” Hana gasps.

“Mhm,” Nicole nods, she leads Hana by the hand further into the stadium they were at. The sound of music grew louder and louder as they weaved through people, Nicole taking lead to make sure she and Hana could get through the crowd quickly. “I named him Derek, I can’t explain it but he looked like a Derek. Though, I think I was influenced by watching Grey’s Anatomy with him.”

Hana shakes her head in disbelief, letting a giggle leave her lips as Nicole pulls her to a stop the both of them watching each other as people talk excitedly around them the overwhelming sound of music and voices nearly drowning them out from hearing one another.

“I’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy,” Hana whispers, “Is it good?”

“Hmm, think Open Heart with more drama.” Nicole smiles.

“I love Open Heart.”

“You’re welcome for letting you onto it,” Nicole grins, “I have season 3 on DVD we can watch sometime, though be warned it’s not as good as the first season.”

Hana smiles sweetly, her cheeks flushing crimson red thinking back to her marathons with Nicole watching the first and second season. She remembers the warmth of Nicole’s body next to her, the taste of unhealthy American snacks, and the fun they had laughing and crying over fictional characters and what would become of their medical careers. It was different for Hana, before then she’d never even truly seen a film; her family found it a waste of time. A distraction from her studies and her duties as a woman of the Lee family, she only ever recalls watching a single movie in her youth and that being the Titanic because her mother was fascinated by the concept and Leonardo DiCaprio.

She adored this part of life, the contrast different from growing up in New York versus that of growing up in the courts as she did. The fun she felt with Nicole only grew, she made her branch out and try things she never would’ve even considered or thought to be to be done. The sheer amount of American media from film to music to television excited every part of Hana’s brain. There was so much to learn and notate, even media meant for fun consumption Hana found there was something to learn from it. She never thought she’d find herself at a concert in this way — sure she’d been to classical concerts but they paled in comparison to the excited energy around them.

Hana’s pulled out of her thoughts as she gazes onto the stage in the middle of the stadium where a band takes the stage excitedly talking to the crowd.

“Thank you for coming Hana, I’m glad I can share so much of my life with you. I know this is overwhelming, but you’re handling it like a champ!”

Hana grins, “it does hurt my ears a bit, but I’m happy I came. I’m willing to try this for you.” Nicole squeezes Hana’s hand in return, failing to hide a grin in her attempt to be seen as nonchalant. She’s about to reply when the band speaks up, turning their attention away from each other to the front stage.

“Are you ready to rock New York?!”

“WOOOOO!” The crowd cheers, it’s nearly deafening to Hana, as she tries her best to not show it seeing the smile on Nicole’s face.

Before long the concert is in full swing, people mosh and dance around her with excitement. Hana herself is clinging to Nicole’s arm to not get swept away into the craziness of New York’s crowds, enjoying the feeling of holding Nicole’s hand. This is not something she would’ve done herself, she wouldn’t have even considered coming to a rock concert a mere two months ago. There was something about Nicole that made her feel emboldened and brave; it made her a better person.

The bravery she felt with Nicole; it instilled upon her that she could be her own person and face the world with all of her strength and prove herself to her family and friends alike. She studies Nicole, the excitement on her face as she screams lyrics to a song that Hana can barely understand. Hana couldn’t explain it, but despite being unfamiliar and not all that interested with the event, she still felt engaged and she enjoyed herself even. The smile on Nicole’s face was the most important thing to her in this moment; seeing Nicole happy made Hana happy.

Thinking back on this night, Hana would regard this night as the night she truly full heartedly had fallen in love with Nicole Brooks.

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Nicole hunkers down with Hana’s head in her lap, the two of them sitting in the back of a limousine on the way back to the airport. Their four day excursion to New York came to a conclusion, though Nicole almost wishes she and Hana could stay forever and show her all the wonders of New York. Nicole felt comfortable here, it wasn’t all high end glamor and royalty, it was her eating a giant $2 slice of pizza with Derek watching hoping Nicole would drop a few crumbs for him to scurry by and eat.

Nicole longs to be back in New York as much as she won’t express it, so much has changed that she knew she couldn’t just return to New York and pretend she was Nicole Brooks, not Lady Nicole. She wouldn’t know how to settle back into being a waitress with shitty customers, shitty pay, and dull outfits, houses, and friends.

Going to Cordonia reminded Nicole she truly didn’t have many friends or much family to keep up with, she texted a few people in the time she left but none all that important, none that pulled her back to New York. She truly only missed the rock scene, it was her saving grace from her day-to-day life. Long night shifts spent sucking up to rich people for a half decent tip to be able to go see her favorite bands live, to feel a part of a group. Her rock friends being the only few people that would hit her up to see what concerts she’d be at so they could meet up and party together.

She sighs to herself, she wonders what would happen if she’s unable to convince Liam to take her hand in marriage — truthfully, she didn’t know if she even wanted him that much. After everything that happened, everything she’s been through, all the ups and lows, the only constant through it all was Hana. The shoulder for her to rest on and vice versa. She knows she shouldn’t and she knows the possibility is limited; but she often found herself wishing it were Hana’s hand in marriage she was chasing. She shakes the thoughts of her head, Hana and her may have kissed once, but she shouldn’t lose focus now.

She brushes her fingers absently through Hana’s hair, a lingering smile plastered on her features. She hums in appreciation as her fingers glide effortlessly through the strands of Hana’s hair, enjoying the comfort of another person. Her heart giddy in her chest, she never had someone in her life that cares about her happiness like Hana does. Nicole’s many exes would refuse to go on a spontaneous trip or even to a free rock concert.

She remembers the excited, nervous energy bustling through the crowd as they hoisted Hana up to crowd surf. Nicole’s ex would’ve never been caught dead letting herself get crowd surfed, even her ex-boyfriends didn’t appreciate the rock scene as she did. Hana however was different though, she did things Nicole loved without hesitation and Nicole would do the same. She knew her and Hana were more than friends despite the mental turmoil she went through, in the short time she’s known her competing for Prince Liam’s hand in marriage she’s learned more and spent more time with Hana than she did the crowned prince.

She wasn’t sure if Hana returned the feelings, she would be happy just being friends even if they both knew their connection was deeper. She would do anything to keep Hana in her life; she wanted to spend the rest of her life learning about Hana and her interests — as friends or lovers. She wanted to return the favor of doing what Hana loves as Hana does for her.

Nicole leans down to place a kiss to Hana’s temple, whose lips curve into a smile in her sleepy state snuggling in closer to the New Yorker. She strokes Hana’s cheek with the back of her hand; feeling the exhaustion of the night starting to hit her. She herself could also use a nap. Nicole leans back in her seat, her fingers never leaving Hana’s hair as she lets her eyes close hoping her dreams would keep this feeling in her chest alive.

She didn’t know at the time, but this was the moment she truly fell in love with Hana Lee.

#hana lee #hana x mc #the royal romance #trr #choices #choices fanfic #ask #answered #jerzwriter <3 #ty for the ask I do hope it does your prompt Justice 🫶🏻#it’s been soooo long since I wrote for Hana #I miss her so much #she’s my baby #I kith her

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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HELURRRRR I hope ur having a wonderful day!!!! Or night BUTTTTTT now hear me out I was listening to hellfire from hunchback of Norte Dame what if the riddler(Dano) felt that way of the reader 👀👀👀 but the reader also felt the same way? If yk what I mean but if u don’t or can’t write that’s fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope you have good day/ night :))))

Hellfire | Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count | 893

Author’s Note | I need him to pine over me. I need him to feel the most eerie obsessive possessiveness over me. And I need him to feel soooo guilty. Edward Nashton is not a want anymore he’s a need. Also, even though my requests were closed by the time I got this, I listened to the song and got such a little burst of inspiration so I couldn’t just be like “ahaha no.” So indulge in my fantasy and pretend this boy wouldn’t absolutely die over having a one night stand lol.

Warnings | allusions to smut near the end, Edward is unhinged and possessive, nothing else I can think of!

How dare you look at him like that. Like he could ever mean anything more to you than what a fraction of a night could offer. The way you sway hypnotizes him. The bleary eyed glazed over, weary haze that seems to hold everyone in Gotham hostage. It's a look he's become so familiar with since you started working in his building. If you weren’t so eye-catching, Edward Nashton might not have thought twice before passing right over you. After all, you're the only reason he came to this godforsaken bar.

He might’ve allowed you to escape. But you had luck on your side. Or perhaps a curse. Depends on your persuasion.

Either way, creatures like you cannot possibly comprehend the darkness that engulfs this city; the darkness that he will eradicate. He will set you free.

You don’t go for guys like him. Can’t tolerate nervous little outcasts who stare from across bars at pretty people, imagining what they’d do instead of just doing it. Maybe if daylight were peeking through the windows and he was at his day job, he’d stay like that. But it seems the shroud of night gives him courage to properly approach you.

“Could I get you a drink?”

“No,” your smile is tight and close lipped. It signals to him that you’re smart. That he’d need to work a little harder to see the real grin that he bets is right underneath the surface.

Edward muses, “Good choice.”

“Hm?” You heard him make some sort of sound. Of course he mumbles to himself. Even if he'd had a drink or two, he was still the same nervous Edward you'd barely spoken to more than a handful of times in the break room.

He clears his throat, “Nothing. I was just thinking…it’s a good choice.”

You laugh once, not finding an ounce of amusement other than in the way he fidgets with the hem of his jacket. Still as clueless as ever.

“Why? Were you planning on doing something to said drink?”

It’s a morbid joke that Edward waves off ferociously. His face pinches up in disgust, “I would never hurt someone like you.”

As if there’s a spirit behind those thick rimmed glasses that could hurt someone. And you were simply fortunate enough to not be considered a target. His tone sends a chill up your spine and inspires a fluttering flame deep in your belly.

The Edward you knew from the accounting department wouldn't hurt a fly. He simply hunched over his desk, working through numbers you were sure you'd never understand. He's not exactly a threat. But still unknown enough to you that you weren't sure which psychical sensation you'd let take over.

“If you’re trying to pick me up…I’m not sure if that’s a good reason for me to actually trust you.”

“Then all I ask is for your time.” The words come out like a promise. Curled around the edge of the sweetest little smile you've ever seen. Colored lights flashing off his glasses and staring right through you, Edward looks almost boyish. A shadow of some sort of child you may have recognized within yourself.

It has you following at his feet as he drags you to a bathroom. Has you clenching your teeth through a wince as he lifts you on the countertop and pushes you all the way back against the wall with the sheer weight of his body. No matter how much he had towered over you, it had never once struck you that he could be this strong. But you bend at his will and submit to the fire igniting inside as he kisses you.

The rough pad of his thumb holding your chin in place, it allows the warm muscle of his tongue to take control of the situation. He's obviously inexperienced; dry lips only being helped by the spit he can't control. Yet he's nowhere near nervous as he paws at the most hidden corners of your being under the dingy bathroom light.

His frantic mouth pauses long enough for him to whisper, “You have a choice.”

You miss the lingering taste of alcohol as he pulls away only slightly, “I do?”

Edward's voice shifts into something different. Firm and eager to pry into your darkest secrets. “You can choose the pyre of this city. Or you can choose me.”

It's an intensity that only fans the flame; turns it white hot and blistering. This single bathroom is far too small to hold all the energy that has built between you and him. The air depletes so quickly, your brain won't even let you second guess how this will snuff out in the end. Because, surely, it will. Connections like these rarely leave their subjects unscathed.

Would it be so bad to submit to his untamed power? To let him wrap himself around you entirely? To feel him suffocate you with all of the love he can possibly manage to give? Put it that way and it sounds as romantic as it does dangerous.

Still, you reply breathlessly, “You. Only you, Eddie."

This time, he is clear as day as he says, "Good choice."

As his mouth returns wetly to your pulse, all you hear is him giggling, the jangle of his belt being unbuckled, and the relentless pounding of a roaring hellfire consuming you.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the batman 2022 #the batman #edward nashton #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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I've been in love with you since we were 14

Pairing:Monica Long x fem reader

Description:No matter how hard you both tried,You and Monica fell and stayed in love with each other

You smile and run to Monica after your eyes meet seeing each other running until you were in a tight hug together smiling and laughing happily.The two of you met when you were 4 due to both your parents being friends and your family moving nearby the broken rock reservation having family friends that were natives from different tribes your parents met families on the reservation including the long family you immediately became attached at the hip with monica.You first started having feelings for her when you were both 10 noticing that whenever you look at boys you didn't find any cute at all but everytime someone asked you who the cutest person you knew most of the times about boys you always said or just looked at monica feeling something throughout your body that you couldn't describe until you were both older.You realized how you felt for her when you were both 14 after a boy from school kissed you and you pushed him away feeling disgusted by what happened but at a sleepover together she suggested that you practice kissing for whenever you had boyfriends as what kids from school were doing but then as soon as your lips connected with her lips you all of a sudden felt very different from what happened with the boy.Instead of feeling disgusted,wanting to get him away and off of you immediately,and never wanting it to happen you never wanted it to end with her feeling warm and fuzzy grabbing her face and pulling her to you until you heard the doorknob of your room turn pretending to watch tv when your mom opens the door looking at the two of you for a second until she closed it going downstairs to make dinner as you burst out laughing beside each other as she lays with her arms wrapped around you while you both watch tv until dinner falling asleep holding each other in your bed hours later.You didn't know what to think about how much you cared for her or what she would think so you never told her at all not knowing that she felt the same as long as you had trying not to out of fear of losing her family and being outcasted the rest of her life so she dated boys but her father could tell something was up thinking that you two had fought or were mad at each other until a friend of the family told him about LGBT people realizing that you liked each other but afraid the other didn't accept it.You smile back on memories between the two of you while hugging tate runs out yelling your name making your heart grow with warmth picking him up and hugging him as she watches the two of you going inside talking about what had happened with the both of you the last 5 years you had been away living in Florida while she was married to kayce finding out that they had divorced from your grandmother before you came back offering support to her if she was having a hard time from it but she actually looked relieved by it.You noticed her looking at you like she had something on her mind "What do you think of me?" you shake your head "You're kind,you're hardworking,you always let people you care about know they are loved,you always help others whenever you can,you make sure your son has everything he needs,you don't let anyone run over you,and you're a wonderful,beautiful,rare human being" you sit beside each other looking at the sun while tate was watching tv "I just feel bad...I cared about him but...not in the way I should have despite us having tate" you put your hand on her back rubbing it softly "What do you think of me then?" she looks at you showing a fond look"You always make people smile,everytime you walk in the room it lights up,you never mind stopping what you're doing to help others,you always give any advice you can to people,you accept others with open arms,and...I love you" she grabs your face leaning in slowly until your lips touch "I want this with you from this moment on it's us together" you kiss each again going in and watching movies with tate until he was asleep tucking him In bed together going to her room and showing how much you loved each other sleeping in each other's arms hours later.

#yellowstone #monica long #monica long x reader #yellowstone x reader

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shatteredeternity · 2 years

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[i know this may not make sense, but i'd still like to share it since i thought it sounded cool]

cw // yandere themes, implied sexual intercourse, unfaithfulness, manipulation, minors dni

YANDERE GENSHIN IMPACT 'SOULMATE' AU wherein 'soulmates' (which was basically two or more people assigned to be together) were established by celestia for convenience (i'm not quite sure how it's convenient yet, though) and was viewed as one of the most important things in society ever since it was initiated. however, there were some cases, some rare cases where someone ended up having the misfortune to not get assigned one. perhaps it was fate, a punishment, a mistake, even. (but no one dared to say that aloud without getting a dirty look from the people who heard them say such a thing)

unfortunately, you were one of the rare cases. you have no one on the other end of your red string, no timer counting down to when you finally meet your significant other, no ink appearing on your arm stating what your significant other was thinking. because of this, you were pitied. always hearing the words 'i'm sorry for that', 'i'm sorry to hear that' upon first meeting.

'they're just stupid.' 'soulmates are useless, anyway!' you'd try telling yourself, attempting to distract from the shitty feeling that resulted every time those words were uttered to you. though, as much as you hated them, you couldn't really blame them, could you? after all, the idea of soulmates was planted in a child's mind as soon as they could do so much as speak. it was an ugly unbreakable cycle that repeated itself from generation to generation. but as said... you really couldn't blame someone for something they were taught to think, right..?

eventually, their words got to you. the want and need for a soulmate festering from the desperation of wanting to be viewed as pathetic anymore, and what could be described as the feeling of an empty void blooming in your chest. you started to crave romance. you craved intimacy. you craved to be held the way lovers do. you craved to be looked at the way lovers do. you craved to be touched the way lovers do.

it became too much for you. the thoughts, the wants, the needs-- it was overwhelming. you needed it and you were getting tired of sitting in a corner with your thoughts and you needed the very thing you were deprived of. it was impossible, but your thoughts were eating away at your very being like an invasive species. if you couldn't get what you wanted, you could always seek for the closest thing to it.

intimacy and the touch of another. not the one lovers shared-- god, you wish. sex and the act of alluring others, to put it simply. you knew it was wrong, but push came to shove, and you had to think for yourself. and hey, if anyone else were in your position, they'd do the same, right? plus, there are plenty of people unsatisfied with the person they were tied to be with; harboring intent similar to yours (but not really, at the same time). you'd only be doing a favor for both parties, right?

you do end up getting what you want, ultimately. waking up in unfamiliar beds, going on dates, etc. it wasn't the real deal, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. though, the more you went on with this, infamy soon followed. it was... to be expected, to say the least, but it didn't stop you. even before all this, you were already an outcast, and all it did was change the looks people gave you from pity and feigned empathy to disgust and revolt.

however, after getting in bed and drawing in the wrong crowd, you soon get a taste of what you sought for. love. but...something didn't feel right about it. it felt suffocating-- like you were an addiction one could not rid oneself of no matter how hard they tried.

to say you were uneased was an understatement. you felt cramped, trapped, as though you were a bird in a cage, desolate as you tried looking for a way out.

but, you did want this, right? you craved this kind of affection you thought was out of your reach, and now, you finally achieved what you had originally thought was impossible, so why did it feel so wrong? maybe it was because you weren't used to it, surely, you'll come to your senses eventually. all you should do now is to bite back your tears and endure it, since everything good has a catch, doesn't it?

yet, why is it that you feel so close, yet so far to what you wanted?

a/n - first post on tumblr, yay!!! i heavily apologize if this isn't that good, i just wanted to write about this since it's been plaguing my mind for a week now aha. (not proofread btw)

#tw yandere #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact imagines #yandere soulmate au

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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an update on fwb!jeonghyo before i go to sleep. mostly dedicated to @darlinghyo, hoping to make you become a jeonghyo enthusiast!

"how do i look?"

jihyo steps out of the bathroom, getting jeongyeon's attention. jeongyeon had been waiting for her for at least an hour while jihyo decided what she'd wear for the night. jihyo always took ages to get ready, so jeongyeon just accepted that they'd be late no matter how early she had told jihyo that they'd be going out.

without even looking at jihyo, jeongyeon replied. "ugly. go change it."

"look at me!" jihyo whined. "if you want me to be your girlfriend for the night, at least treat me like one."

jeongyeon sighed, lifting her eyes away from the phone in her hands. she was certainly surprised by what she saw. jihyo put a lot of effort on looking pretty, although she didn't need to, she was beautiful with or without the amount of makeup on her face and that dress of which hugged her body and all of its curves. jeongyeon remembers saying that jihyo should do her best because she wanted to impress her colleagues from work earlier, but jihyo certainly surpassed her expectations.

"you're hot." jeongyeon says, getting up from the bed. "are you trying to become my girlfriend for real, miss park?" she walks towards jihyo, holding the younger's hips when she reaches her.

jihyo is tempted to kiss her, but then she'd have to fix her makeup and they were already short in time. "w-weren't you the one complaining about us being late?"

at that, jeongyeon seemingly reminds that they were supposed to be going out to have dinner with the people from work. it makes her inch away, just barely. jihyo manages to escape from jeongyeon's claws, just because it was an important dinner that jeongyeon had to attend. or else she'd be already naked, writhing under jeongyeon until the older thinks it's enough — and, from what jihyo has experienced, that would take hours. it's not as if she didn't want it, but jihyo didn't spend hours getting ready just for jeongyeon to ruin her look in seconds. so she decided to be the responsible one, placing a hand over jeongyeon's shoulders to prevent her from getting any closer.

jeongyeon sighs, disappointed. "you're right. we should get going."

"why do we have to play pretend anyway?" jihyo asks, fixing jeongyeon's tie. once again, jeongyeon wore the suit that made jihyo wet to her thighs.

"everybody at the company has a girlfriend or is married." jeongyeon explains. "don't wanna be an outcast. besides, it's not like we're really lying. we fuck almost every night, that should be enough to call you my partner."

"the way you say it is disgusting." jihyo slaps jeongyeon's shoulder, then pouts. "i'd rather be your wife then. it would be more exciting to pretend we're married."

"maybe in a few years you can be. no need to pretend." jeongyeon says, laughing a little when she does. jihyo blinks, surprised by jeongyeon's answer. as if she hadn't said something that could potentially change the way they perceive their relationship, jeongyeon adds: "come on, you need to be my girlfriend for tonight."

jihyo decides she will think about what jeongyeon said later. they've always been playful about their friendship with benefits, dangerously so, but now that she thinks about what jeongyeon said, they really don't look like just friends anymore. jihyo is guilty of asking jeongyeon to stop flirting with other girls, she admits that and recognizes that she might be a little possessive of something that is not really hers. she's guilty of treating jeongyeon like her own, like her partner. but they weren't girlfriends... yet. or at all.

still, she does her best to impress jeongyeon's friends while they're out, holding jeongyeon's hand and acting like the clingy, lovely girlfriend that anyone would ask for, almost falling on her own trap in the process. it feels nice, jihyo thinks, being able to act like jeongyeon's girlfriend, and it feels more natural than she would've thought. jihyo decides then that she should even demand for something in return for her good acting, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

when they arrive home it doesn't take two seconds before jihyo finds herself getting lifted from the ground. jeongyeon doesn't say anything, just takes jihyo to her lap and goes to her bedroom, placing her on the bed before moving away just a little, so she could loosen her tie up.

"you should pay me back for tonight." jihyo says, nosily, already charging jeongyeon for her services.

jeongyeon moves her fingers to her own shirt, ready to open it up. "i'm planning to do so."

jihyo stops her before she could open the buttons of her shirt. "then let's do it my way." she takes her dress off, showing jeongyeon that she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath. "i get naked, you stay with your clothes on."

"you have a thing for this suit, huh?" jeongyeon teased, but her eyes didn't meet jihyo's, too busy looking at her bare chest.

"and you have a thing for my tits." jihyo retorts, holding jeongyeon's head to get her attention away from her chest. "go wear the strap. and leave your pants on."

"alright ma'am." jeongyeon complies, getting up from the bed. she searches for it in her wardrobe, getting the medium sized dildo to place in the harness.

jihyo notices jeongyeon picked the one they use every other day, but that's not what she wants. "no! get the thickest one."

"you couldn't take it last time." jeongyeon says, pulling her pants down so she could wear the harness.

"i'll take it now. i'm ready!" jihyo says. "and you owe me this." she adds, convincingly.

jeongyeon grants to her wish, giving in to her slight manipulation. deep down, she knew jihyo would struggle to take something that big and she was mean enough to want to see it. so she wears the strap, and then, as jihyo had asked, pulls her pants up so she's fully dressed again. jihyo calls her, spreading her legs just enough to give jeongyeon space to settle between them, after removing her wet panties. they'd have no use there anyway.

jeongyeon likes jihyo like that, truthfully. not showing any signs of dominance and clearly needy for her touch. she liked it when jihyo was on top, but something about her best friend, daddy's good girl, top student of her class, the same one who refused to even kiss her in the mouth months ago when they became... closer, now spreading her legs for her, waiting to be filled, made jeongyeon feel the most turned on.

jeongyeon leans closer, lips almost touching jihyo's. she guides two fingers to jihyo's core, rubbing her clit and folds to spread the wetness and then dipping her fingers inside, making the younger gasp. "must stretch you up nicely."

"just fill me up already," jihyo whines, her walls squeezing jeongyeon's fingers.

"but i am filling you up." the older teases, fingers working diligently on preparing jihyo for the strap.

"need something bigger," jihyo huff out, sneakily opening the zipper of jeongyeon's pants. she manages to take the shaft out, and now that she looks at it again, she's not sure if she can really take it. but jihyo is stubborn, and she won't give up until that thing is buried deep inside her.

jeongyeon tries to be slow, replacing jihyo's hand with hers and brushing the shaft against her soaked folds to lubricate the shaft. she starts with the tip, sliding it inside with a bit of effort. jihyo was tight, but the effort paid off when she got to see the younger's flushed face. jeongyeon pushed it further in, watching jihyo's reactions as she buried the shaft inside, inch after inch, with a big grin on her face because jihyo clearly struggles to take it but decides to play it cool, for the sake of her pride.

"feels nice," jihyo tells her, whimpering at the light brushes of jeongyeon's thumb on her clit. "god, you're so deep." she whines, clenching around the toy. jeongyeon couldn't feel it but she just knew jihyo was clamping hard around the silicon cock. jihyo grabs jeongyeon's tie and brings her face closer. "fuck me, yoo jeongyeon. don't just stare."

"any other requests?" jeongyeon asks, starting to move her hips.

"actually, i..." jihyo starts, but then she stops talking when jeongyeon gets rougher.

it is all jihyo wants. jeongyeon knows just how to make her weak, pressing her against the bed and diving deep with each thrust, making her gush around the shaft and whine, looking ridiculous to the old jihyo who would never accept being in such a vulnerable position. but there she was now, taking jeongyeon's largest dildo and almost crying at the intense stretch — but loving every second of it.

jihyo can't help but grab jeongyeon's suit as she feels closer to the edge, taking advantage on the position to kiss jeongyeon, moaning into her mouth. "faster," she demands.

jeongyeon pulls away from the kiss, kneeling on the bed so she'd get a better angle. she licks her lips when she notices just how much that dildo stretched jihyo up, splitting her apart really. jihyo grabs her own tits, making a show of squeezing them and pinching her nipples while jeongyeon pounds into her, and it's not long until she comes abruptly, pushing jeongyeon away so the shaft get pulled out and she squirts, eyes rolling back and chest heaving.

"was it that good?" jeongyeon coos, caressing jihyo's legs to calm her down.

"so good." jihyo answers mindlessly, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat from all the effort she had done. "want more."

jeongyeon doesn't know until how long jihyo's knees will be able to support her body but she still rolls jihyo over and makes her get on her fours. she was a fan of the view, and jihyo got more submissive when her ass was bright red. that might be jihyo's payment for being jeongyeon's companion for the night, but jeongyeon felt like she was the one getting paid off.

when it's almost daytime again, both of them fall weak on the bed, sweaty and bare. the sheets were wet, victims of their hours of wonderful sex that was no good for them as college students, who had to wake up early to attend to class. there was no way jihyo would be able to go, she was too sore and she doubted she'd be able to walk in the next hours, and jeongyeon's thighs burned and hurt from all the pounding against jihyo's body.

"i hope you're happy with your payment because i don't think i can move anymore." jeongyeon tells jihyo, her breathing still unsteady, voice cracking up.

jihyo laughs, despite not feeling her legs and being way worse than jeongyeon. she touches the harness around jeongyeon's hip, ignoring the dildo coated in her own cum. "take this off and cuddle me."

jeongyeon does her best trying to take it off without having to move around too much, wincing in pain every other time. "i've never been so destroyed after sex."

"i'll take that as a compliment." jihyo giggles, laying her head on jeongyeon's shoulder. the silence is good, and they're both able to fall asleep quickly, too exhausted to keep awake.

#drabble #jeongyeon #jihyo #jeonghyo #fwb!jeonghyo #non rq

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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werewolf bakugou sure as hell sounds like the insufferable asshole reader would reject and leave. he torments her and treats her like shit and when she fucks off into the sunset to be away from his reaction is just >:O

These fucking audiobooks really have me about to be on some shit like "Yandere Werewolf Bakugou x Reader where you just absolutely beat the shit out of him and even try to kill him and you do not love him AT ALL and wish death on him and his entire family"

Like ok, I admit I'm guilty and even had like kind of a plot going and building up in my head over time. Reader is a werewolf and is technically from Bakugou's pack because her parents are, but she was born outside the pack and was living off of pack grounds and was like 10 or something when her parents are killed by rogues, which horribly traumatizes her and she becomes a werewolf with a crippling fear of dogs and wolves. Reader, who has been raised in the human world up to this point, is brought to live in the pack now that you have no remaining family to take care of you, and you absolutely hate it for all sorts of reasons. There are wolves everywhere, the way their society operates is completely different than the rest of the country, ILLEGAL you would argue, like everything about them creeps you out, you're openly disgusted each time you learn something new

I imagine in comes Bakugou, you meeting as kids, and as an Alpha blood he's a hot headed little bastard. He probably thinks it's funny how you're a werewolf who knows almost nothing about wolves. Did your parents not love you enough to teach you where you came from? You're so shaking and weak, have you even started your training like the rest of them? And I imagine at some point his overbearing bully persona combines with his Alpha urges to hunt and dominate and he starts chasing you, as a game, he's howling with laughter as you can't even come close to outrunning him because, he can shift and you can't. You're just literally screaming and crying and he pounces on you to pin you down and he doesn't even realize what he's doing before you're pissing yourself and hyperventilating because all you see is a wolf's sharp snapping jaws right on top of you, right in your face, and some adults finally respond to all the screaming and come and peel Bakugou off of you as you refuse to let anyone touch you

Bakugou is a few years older than you so he's already able to shift, but everyone gets their wolf at different ages, and he sneers st you to "just wait until you get YOUR wolf" and before he can even continue you just burst into tears "I don't WANT a wolf!!! I HATE wolves!!!

All of this gets worse the more you learn about Wolfen society to the point you're openly and verbally expressing your disgust, like imagine sitting in your little werewolf school not being allowed to actually get a proper education on the country you're in and instead learning about werewolf laws and societies and Mr Aizawa is explaining the mate bond and how one mate's touch can help calm down the other and going into detail into those certain functions and you just BURST INTO TEARS "It can CONTROL YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS? But that's RAPE! That isn't even REAL LOVE!!" and instantly earning the scorn of like, MOST OF YOUR PACK

As you get older you could not make it any more clear that you have no interest in contributing to the pack in any way, and the pack itself reinforces that. You don't get your ability to mind link and perform the ritual to join the pack bond until you get your wolf, so you "officially" becoming a member of the pack is delayed, year, after year, after year, until people are openly discussing with each other theories on what must be wrong with you. People are treating you like an outcast. Parents are telling their pups "now be a good pup and listen to your Alpha and be good for your pack or else the Moon Goddess will take your wolf just like The Outsider" and some people are just genuinely openly contemptuous of you (and you often give them reasons to, insulting their culture, usually rightfully so though, and often referring to them as if they are a completely different, primitive, and subhuman species than yourself)

Bakugou is training to try and compete and earn the coveted packs Head Alpha position and over the years you react to him less and less and I imagine it eventually escalates to Reader fighting back, and I have several ideas where the plot branches from here but one big revenge idea I keep having is, Bakugou usually chases Reader on a sort of schedule, maybe a specific time and along a specific route, and after years of being tormented, he's chasing you down and SNAP! You'd littered the path with actual fucking bear traps and lead him through the minefield until he stepped into one, and when he's on the ground howling in pain, before he has any time to react, because he's shocked you were capable of this, you proceed to beat the shit out of him, literally kicking and stomping him in the head and chest and ribs because, hey, he's such a big strong werewolf, what can a weak pathetic little crybaby like you do, right?! At least that's what you're screaming at him as you let loose YEARS of rage at not just him but the entire pack and even the Moon Goddess herself onto his body like, he's not gonna die but you draw blood, leave bruises, and eventually break bones. At some point he's not sure if you intend to teach him a lesson or actually kill him

And from here there are branching paths depending on like what I were to hypothetically choose

-the current Alpha is Bakugou's mom Mitsuki and she banishes Reader from the pack after what she does to her son and the future Alpha, and when Bakugou finally becomes Alpha himself years later, he summons everyone back to the pack lands for his ceremony, attendance mandatory, and that's when he finally has the authority to overrule his mother's decree to see Reader again, and maybe has to send people to retrieve her because she refuses to come back and a big reason she refuses is that she argues that, since she was never formally inducted into the pack, she is not an official member and thus, not obligated to return or even listen to what Bakugou says

-option b is Reader just straight up ages out of the system, refusing to participate in pack events or learn their culture or history and refusing to train or hang out with any of them, even the ones who might like her, and eventually one day just announces out of the blue "ok yall according to article 7 of the official pack law any wolf aged 18 or older can decide if they want to stay in the pack, so, i renounce you guys as my pack and choose to become a rogue" and everyone is fucking shocked because, werewolves are pack animals, how are you going to survive without other wolves? And you never even got your own wolf!

-option 3 is that Reader literally attempts suicide and pack adults send her to live elsewhere since she is clearly miserable in the pack and she winds up living in the human world again

(meanwhile Reader's case with shifting is multi choice of 1. She's literally been praying/cursing Moon Goddess her entire life not to give her a wolf because 'this is MY body, MY choices' and straight up threatening to kill the wolf if she gives her one 2. Reader actually did get a wolf when she was either sent away or alone and she somehow succeeds in rejecting her wolf or even killing her 3. Moon Goddess compromises and let's Reader have werewolf powers but not an actual wolf spirit, so you basically become an Alpha who cannot be controlled or ordered or taken over by your wolf, because you have no wolf, it's just you still being able to shift and havin all the perks of being awakened 4. Reader is a Lycan and doesn't shift until her like 20s and she finally shifts and she's bigger and stronger than all of them or 5. Reader is just a weird one-off case where she's a super late bloomer and maybe you don't even have your first shift until you're literally about to leave pack grounds and maybe Bakugou is RIGHT THERE and is absolute bonkers in yonkers THRILLED you finally have a wolf (and maybe you finally awakening activates a mate bond maybe idk)

I love the idea of like, Reader is in wolf form in front of Bakugo for the first time, whether it's your first shift or merely the first time he's seen you like this, and you instantly turn around and pounce on him and claw him up and beat his ass, like you INSTANTLY jump at the opportunity to throw hands with him and show him exactly what you think of him, like he's suddenly forced to have his like, his own Manhea Male Lead moment where he has to go "oh shit was I actually being absolutely unforgivable this whole time? I-I was just joking around, please don't go 🥺" ESPECIALLY if you turn out to be his mate

Like imagine it's a scenario where you've been gone for years and you're finally forced to briefly return to the pack and he sees you for the first time in forever and he instantly feels the mate pull but when he sprints up to you not only do you look absolutely disgusted but you don't even give him a chance before hitting him with "I reject you as my mate" and barely stop to breathe as you start a laundry list of reasons why you hate him/think he will never be good enough and at the end maybe you just kind of smirk "but maybe at the end of the day it doesn't matter what you do regardless because, you're still just a stupid, matted, rabid little wolf, and I would literally rather die than spend the rest of my life with one of you"

You really gotta hit him where it hurts. Gotta pay him back somehow for all those years he called you his prey and you around trying to scare you, right? The hunter becomes the hunted.

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #we do be getting goofy here sometimes

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