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Just a lil explanation for whoever got what I said wrong. Also, I forgot to add yesterday in the ask: I see it as "worse" because it's a regression. It's like stopping a battle for equity to push down one of the sides. Both start sinking instead of going up.
Op also called me retarded and is a terf, so. Lovely 🥰 aint it? Bet she cannot fathom that I'm a catholic and middle wing Brazilian.
#also i love how op is so scandalized by the joke i made in the tags#'equal rights equal punches' like bro way to miss the actual point#if the moron comes to see this: i meant that if you're fighting for equal rights men should be able to punch you in a fight#without holding back bc you're a 'lady'#i have finally found the american bigot in their natural habitat#lgbt#i am NOT a feminist#but i do not conform to gender roles either#also just so op suffers: yes i am very much afab#fuck you :)#bigotry#terf#tw slur#tw r word#tw
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more clone^2
snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--
Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--
All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton
Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--
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Snippet 22: clone meet clone
Ellie, dramatically: Danny!
Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!
Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!
Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!
Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything
Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]
Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?
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Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny
Ellie:...hey Danny
Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm
Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?
Danny:
Ellie:...its a fair question
Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.
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Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)
(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)
Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet
Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,
Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.
Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head
Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing
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Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)
Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:
Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--
Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*
Ember:
Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice
Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*
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Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)
Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing
Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees
Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?
Sam: probably
Danny: hm.
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Snippet 27: digging up cold case
Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....
Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)
Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along
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Snippet 28: sparring
Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting
Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.
Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.
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Snippet 29: daytime surprise
Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...
Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?
Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to
Phantom: *flips him off instead*
Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom
Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!
Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.
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Snippet 30: guilt
Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn
Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:
Damian: can i....
Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm
Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry
Danny: hm... I forgive you
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc au#dpxdc au#dp dc#dp dc crossover#danny fenton is not the ghost king#clone^2#this made me realize that Danny's ghosts PROBABLY don't know what he looks like under the mask for a WHILE#they just know he's a pain in the ass and also human and also insistent to get them back into the ghost zone#danny being the battinson bat clone is THE funniest thing to me like goddamn. you're a drowned kitten#does this imply that none of his rogues have seen his face in the two years before he got damian? yes. but wraith knowing why ember is#silent and being indignant with baby brother rage is so funny to me. protective little siblings ftw >>>>#dany being battinson bat makes so much sense because clone danny has no powers and runs around in a hoodie and jeans and baseball bat#and battinson is the exact amount of lanky and tall wet rat that seeing phantom WOULD be unsettling if you saw him at night.#also sam and damian get along but i dont know or think that damian would ever trust her tucker or jazz like he ever would with danny#he likes them and trusts them to take care of danny and him (to an extent) but he like. TRUSTS trusts danny.#hhhh fuck danny is permanently the battinson bat in my head fUCK. it makes so much sense#danny resorts to Batman Grunts when he’s overtired + in pain + unfocused
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fwb with arthur morgan..
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet every time you come around, he feels his heart hammer in his chest and his face gets all red
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he holds you like you'll disappear whenever you get hurt or you've been away for a long time
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet the way he kisses you at night by a bonfire, sitting all alone with him and your hands gripping his neck keeps you awake for nights after
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he keeps you tucked under his arm the nights you're together, feeling his breath in your hair and his arm around your waist with your legs tangled with his
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet the way he kisses you like it's the last time makes you feel like he is. every kiss is so passionate, you'll tangle your hands in his hair and he keeps you close, his hands
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he always requests your cooking, you make him all the food he wants, he gathers you fresh ingredients and you cook him up something to keep him fuelled for the day, he'll eat up everything you cook
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet you yearn for him when he's away. every hour without him you'll sit anxiously wondering if he's okay, if anything's happened or when he'll come back to you. the reuniting kiss always makes it worth it, longing for his scent after it slowly and eventually fades from his pillow
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he keeps coming back to you. you watch the ladies leave his room by the morning time, always wondering if one day he wanted to keep one for himself. he never meets those ladies again, considering it a one-time thing, yet you keep making your way back to him over and over again
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he's so defensive when your name gets mentioned. talking to a group of gals who happen to have noticed how close you are with arthur? if they even THINK about talking dirt to your name or calling you a whore for it, he'll never ever let anyone make up false accusations about you
arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet you wish he was. you wish and you wish every night, yet all you do is keep each other on your toes and hold each other tighter at night than friends do
i do apologize if this seems a little rushed bc it was 🥲 i'll always make time for arthur tho🫶
#simonsomeriley#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x you#arthur morgan x y/n#arthur morgan imagine#arthur morgan fluff#arthur morgan#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan headcanons#fwb!arthur morgan
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MOREE headcannons for choso i really do love your other headcannons! heh
hell yes i love how open this is i'm gonna give ya such a random smattering of choso headcanons <3 tagging @delzinrowe bc it's choso and we talk abt him a lot so some of the credit for this has to go to her <3
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choso is a bit of a menace at the grocery store, but he doesn't mean to be. he's intrigued by all the packaging of different snacks and drinks- sometimes just regular products too like tissue boxes or toilet paper rolls. it often takes a couple hours to get the shopping done with him in tow. he's drawn in like a child to a candy bar!! if something is packaged in bright colors, expect to have to tell him what the product is, because he's gonna be interested in it.
i think he'd hate carbonated drinks. i think the bubbles would be a shock to his system ((did he even drink water before he met you??)) but i think he'd LOVE flavored milk. chocolate and strawberry. picturing choso casually having a lil carton of milk in his hand makes me soft. he'd go to yuji as soon as you introduce him to the wonderful beverage to see if his brother had ever tried such a delicious treat.
choso's always touching you. he doesn't know what pda is, but he's very into it... in an oblivious way. if he's not holding your hand, then his arm is around you. if you're sitting together he prefers to have you on his lap, but tucked into his side and under his arm is the next best thing. and he'll kiss you, anywhere, anytime. standing in line at the bank? the sunlight caught your eyes just right and he was just overwhelmed with the urge to cup your face and kiss you so longingly one could assume you were lovers reunited after years apart... but no, you've just been in this line together for fifteen minutes. you could tell him there's a time and place for such acts of passion but... whew you gotta catch your breath first, don't you??
he's always catching lil critters to show you. he noticed you liked to point out when there's a squirrel crossing the street, or a lady bug on the windowsill, so he notes that little creatures are some of your favorites. now on walks he keeps an eye out for any critter to present you with. he's caught all sorts of things with ease and surprising gentleness- despite being a massive hunk of muscle. he's managed to catch (and later release, of course) rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, toads, a couple of turtles, possums, even street rats. as well as bugs- just about any bug he sees. some are more exciting than others, the dragonflies, the ladybugs, rollie pollies, caterpillars, snails.... you could probably do without the roaches and big spiders, but you try not to show your squeamish side as you thank him for showing you and politely ask him to put it back on the ground <3
choso pouts if you don't shower with him. bc why wouldn't you? he got the water to the temperature you like... what, is he supposed to shampoo his own hair?? are you mad at him??
choso is quickly becoming a favorite of mine i'm sorry gojo but i have to cope somehow
#choso brainrot#choso headcanons#choso x reader#choso x reader headcanons#kamo choso#choso#kamo choso x reader#kamo choso imagine#choso kamo imagine#choso kamo x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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ughhhhh vaggie in charlie's jacket feels....
now im imagining Freshly Kicked To The Curb Vaggie and painfully already-in-love Charlie
imagining Charlie wrapping this bleeding dumpster lady in her JACKET (for comfort) (and protection) (Vaggie doesn't figure out the second part until the Oh Shit You're Literally The Princess Of Hell reveal) and Vaggie's just lost a set of limbs / suddenly can't FLY which is a little terrifying so she keeps her back to the nearest wall and is always crossing her arms to hide how she's hugging herself
and Charlie's like Hmmm (wraps Vaggie in jacket) (Vaggie gives it back at the end of the day) (wraps Vaggie in jacket again) (Vaggie gives it back while saying goodnight) (Charlie finds Vaggie curled up in a corner somewhere fitully asleep-> Vaggie wakes up snuggled in The Jacket)
until Vaggie FINALLY accepts the offer to stay with Charlie for a bit while she's healing (Charlie squees) and this is represented with Vaggie NOT giving the jacket back before heading off to bed (Charlie literally whoops and combusts the moment Vaggie's (mostly) out of earshot-)
it's the start of a very sweet friendship BUT
Vaggie secretly planning to try contacting the angels during the next extermination and prove she deserves to come back
holding Charlie at arm's length during this bc
which is scarier???
A.) pretty demon lady is after her SOUL
or!
B.) Charlie having an actual crush on her????? with feelings?
feelings that Vaggie now has to worry about not hurting while trying not to be too flattered by the whole excruciating thing
(the irony of a demon saving her and tending to her and falling for her)
as she's trying not to think about all this Vaggi's getting a little panicked over how her wings still aren't growing back (sign she really isn’t worthy of heaven???)
and Charlie's trying so hard to help her with this!
(even not knowing what all of THIS really is)
she knows Vaggie
1.) had wings
(moth instead of angel as per cover story)
2.) is freaking out at them being gone, even more than over her lost eye, feeling like she’s not good enough without them
(pause and imagine Vaggie constantly being found by Charlie on high up places, silently staring up at the shiny star of heaven, and Charlie’s like oh yes this is VERY moth-like behavior i can totally see why you became a moth demon! and Vaggie’s like hahaha yeah sure right definitely…)
(her being shit at lying isn't such a problem when Charlie is so so so ready to assume the best of people) (GUILT)
oooghghghhghgh
Charlie spending the year healing Vaggie's physical injuries
slowly discovering the other ones she can't see
trying to let Vaggie know she's perfect even without wings
or her missing eye
trying NOT to come on too hard or fast even through she's on the outs with her dad and her mom hasn't answered a call or been seen in years and
and Vaggie can make her LAUGH with just a dry word or roll of the eye
she just seems to like hanging out with Charlie?
not trying to get anything from her or get her kicks out of making fun of her
sure she's skeptical about the whole "redeeming sinners" thing but
she Listens
and she's skeptical because she's Taking The Idea SERIOUSLY
seriously enough to talk like it's a thing worth trying and if Charlie's gonna try it then she needs to think about this and this and this other problem first-
it's encouragement
it's friendship
it's almost like having someone to rely on
Now it’s extermination eve
And Vaggie is cleaning up the spare room she's been staying in. like she won't be coming back tonight
Vaggie's as healed (physically) as she can be, she's twirling an angelic spear around like it's part of her, crediting her dancing talent for this natural skill, clearly fine keeping herself safe on hell's streets-
Vaggie claims she found the spear behind a dumpster
(doesn't mention she's the one who stashed it there)
Charlie trying weakly to lightening the mood by joking how you can find the best things next to dumpsters sometimes
(she's not joking)
(she's looking at Vaggie when she says it)
(Vaggie just barely pretends not to notice)
Vaggie despairing she isn’t worthy (of heaven or of-?)
she might as well just wander out and let an exorcist judge her wingless back and finish the job in some ironic justice because that would be better than telling Charlie the truth,
(she's done terrible things... and has spent all this time wanting to go back to that)
(there are KIDS in hell!)
(Charlie's in hell)
(it's not all terrible or evil
and Charlie thinks sinners can be redeemed-)
(would she say the same thing about Vaggie if she knew?)
GUILT
(is all of this doubt just Vaggie being a terrible angel like Lute said...)
she has to go, but she, can’t outright lie to Charlie either (If Charlie asks if they'll see each other around-)
So Vaggie, takes off Charlie's jacket and, hands it back
And Charlie finally accepts Vaggie might not want to stick around.
Thinking Vaggie wants to go do her own thing in hell
(people leaving in one way or another is something Charlie knows about)
but maybe Vaggie also feels indebted to her, to Charlie, for the help
and might be being held back by that
It's not much- being given the chance to tell someone she's loves it's okay to go- it hurts like hell, but it's something. It's something that Vaggie didn't just vanish, and Charlie will hold onto that small thing for dear life
Smiling through her tears Charlie tries hyping her new friend up
(via song of course)
telling her ANYONE should be glad to share even a few seconds of forever with her, they
(hypothetical they totally not Charlie speaking here)
should be grateful to spend all of eternity even with just a memory of her
(CHARLIE FELL FAST AND OBVIOUS AND CANNOT EFFFING HIDE IT)
so she
says Vaggie should go spread her metaphorical wings
because she doesn't need real ones to be amazing
And that’s when Vaggie realizes-her wings- she doesn't want to leave Charlie
(is that why her wings won't grow back..?)
She doesn’t go out during the extermination. Or try talking to the angels.
She turns right around and is there to give Charlie a hug
holds her through the worst of it
goes with her afterwards to help how they can
watches Charlie reaching out to the surviving sinners even as she gets nothing but fear and insults for her trouble
sees how much Charlie CARES about the people of hell
she finally understands, finally starts to catch a glimpse, of how just much she cares for Charlie herself
And that when she falls harder
Ka-thwump
when Charlie sees Vaggie totally not hugging herself again she offers the jacket
(offers, instead of just putting it on her)
and Vaggie smiles a little but says nah, she likes how it looks on Charlie better
(charlie VERY glad she has a natural permanent blush)
(not that her little hair twirl doesn't give her away)
Charlie leads her to a roof top later because even with everything else going on she’s noticed Vaggie’s been quieter than usual, and it is the anniversary of her losing her eye and wings, and Charlie knows staring up at heaven is something Vaggie likes doing, so-
But when she glances shyly over, Vaggie isn’t looking up at the sky.
Vaggie’s looking back at HER.
Vaggie smiling and saying something along the lines of
"lending a hand to the souls of the damned is pretty fulfilling work. A girl could get used to this"
Charlie (usually a living firework of emotion) very softly and hesitantly asking,
"yeah..?"
Vaggie promising her-
"next year, we'll prep better ahead of time"
Charlie smiling with tears again (happy ones) as they look out across pentagram city together, leaning into each other
"Yeah.
we will"
Uguugugugugughhh
#hazbin hotel#chaggie#au theory whatever#vaggie#charlie morningstar#pre-relationship#SUFFERING IDIOTS#what if vaggie used to wear charlie's jacket like a cape and it was Gay
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Carmilla Carmine with gf that was separated before they got married in life, reunite in death bc her gf was trying to steal some weapons and they fight but don’t recognize each other until one of them says something that’s an inside joke then they’re reunited and fluff ensues
Ohhh, yes! I love this. Also, I have read all the wiki's and done my research, so if something is not right....I'm sorry
* sfw, fluff, with a tiny hint of nsfw *
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"You're foolish, you know that?" Carmilla spat at the hooded intruder holding double blades. She came by to do a routine check around the place until she noticed this woman, prying one of the boxes open, trying to steal her guns.
Not only did they get in which, kinda surprised her. But they were still standing against her, her. The most powerful overlord in the pride ring.
"No hard feelings, tall lady. I just like taking a 100 percent off discount on my stuff, " the woman said, flipping the blades in her hands as she stepped back a bit. The light's above showing her cocky grin
Camilla groaned as she started getting annoyed since it was making her remember her past life. She could only stand one person like this. But that was....years ago. But not now. She's not letting someone steal her work without a price or a limb going undone...
"Well, that's not going to happen," Carmilla said as she dashed forward, stepping side to side as she kept her eyes on the hooded woman. watching her closely as she was doing the same. Carmilla manged to get behind as the two of them began they're battle
The hooded woman managed to keep her ground as she blocked off Carmilla's kicks off her by hitting the blades at the angelic armor, Carmilla hummed as she fell to the ground kicking the woman off her feet, the woman yelped out in pain at the aching pain in her ankles and lower legs
Carmilla then zipped back up, grabbing the smaller woman by her neck and knocking the blades out of her hand. The hooded woman grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand away but to no avail as Carmilla tightened her grip around the woman's neck
"Heh- ah....guess I lost my way to woman with long legs..." the woman said with a choked chuckle, Carmilla then stopped choking the woman for a moment, a gasp escaping her lips as...
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"I know my way with long-legged woman, don't I, Cammy?"
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"Y/n?" Carmilla questioned as she pinched the woman's hood, hoping it was her wife. They had been separated when she died, but has she finally come back to her. Carmilla pulled the hood up to see they're face but, a new look and everything but still. That's the woman she married long ago and loved for years, even after death
"Cammy? Is that...holy shit ha ha... how did you get more beautiful? and taller, too!" You said with tears forming in your eyes as Carmilla's was the same. Soon, she wrapped her arm around your back and let go of your neck only to hold your face as she pulled you in for a kiss.
Both your lips connected with a smile as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. Both of you then let go, only for you to start giving her cheek kisses.
"My god! How did you get taller while I stayed the same height?" You asked with a chuckle as Carmilla held you in her arms since she kicked the spirt out of your ankles.
"Mi amor, how I have missed you. Didn't expect us to be reunited with a fight, " Carmilla joked as she creased your face gently. You blushed as you held her hand and gave her a heartwarming smile you knew she loved.
"Hey, love works in mysterious ways, does it not?" You said smiling at her as she held you close, after all these years. She'd finally found you, death might have part you both in the living world, but now you both have another life to live out your love in.
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Sorry if it was short. But I hope it was good
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Shijetra Nyke, Mandia
Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader
Word Count: 5.9k words
Warnings: NSFW, smut, technically dubcon bc coercion, fingering, implied age gap (she's laena's little sister), multiple orgasms, p in v sex, breeding kink, sort of cheating, mentions of death and war, swearing, technically reader is black but she can be read as any race, High Valyrian, Daemon is not a good person...
A/N: Hey, everyone! Was trying to hold off on this one but I decided to just post it anyway. Super excited for HOTD S2 to come out in June. I promise there are ideas for Aemond but writing sucks so much ass so it's just taking a while to get to it. Thank you so much and happy reading!
The seas are steady tonight. As the moon glints off its gentle waves, the water seems to mourn as you do. It was hard to find sleep. You came all the way out here to watch the crashing waves, in hopes of finding some solace in the sea, but even it does not seem to have the strength to roar tonight.
Your nightgown blows in the soft winds of the night as you watch the ocean.
The rustling of sand pulls a sigh from you, and you grit your teeth as you turn away from the man coming to stand next to you. You don't have to look at him to know who it is. You could tell him anywhere.
“I wish to be alone,” you whisper.
Daemon clasps his hands in front of himself as he looks out at the sea. “That is understandable, my lady.”
“And, yet, you are still here.” You look up at him, your features hard as you glare.
His voice is soft. You're not quite sure it fits him. The non-confrontation in his voice feels strange.
“I thought you might need company,” he says, examining your face as he does. For a moment, you think he can see the ghosts of the dried tears you've shed. “It has been a tiring day, after all.”
You huff, turning away again. Looking at him for too long makes your skin crawl. “I have not want of company.”
He hums. “I said ‘need’, not want.”
You roll your eyes. “Alright, I have no need for your company.”
He seems unphased by your hostility. “Even so…” he looks down at you, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine, “you shall have it.” You stare at him, wanting to step back but not wanting to give him that satisfaction. He turns his body to face yours, craning his head down to watch you better.
He lowers his voice to a whisper as he leans in, as if there were thousands of people here and the secret he is to bestow upon you is too dangerous to say aloud. “It is in times like these, I hear, times where we are most vulnerable, that a bit of presence does one good.”
Despite your urge to stay planted in your sandy spot, you take a small step back without breaking your feigned confidence. “Very well, then,” you say. “You may go and fetch someone else to give me presence. I do not need yours.”
He almost seems amused, though he dies it well. He leans his head back a slight. “You despise me so, yet I have done nothing.”
You let out a breathy scoff, turning away from him and toward your humorless response. “Well, that's the whole of it, isn't it?” You shake your head, your frustration piquing once more. “You've done nothing.”
He hums. “I don't think I understand.”
You look at him, and he can see the anger simmering in your gaze. “Don't you?” You step closer to him, invading his space as he does yours, daring to play his game. “Where were you when my sister left her birthing bed? Where were you when she left the walls of the castle to give herself to her dragon's breath?” Your voice broke as the pain threatened to tear apart your anger. “Where were you when she ordered Vaghar to take her life?”
He almost rolls his eyes at your accusations. “I tried to stop her.”
“But you didn't try hard enough,” you seethe. “Or she would be standing next to me.”
He steps closer, taking the control back. His voice is still quiet, though his level tone is twinged with annoyance. “Laena had her own spirit,” he insists. “She did as she liked well enough. I see not why I should have blame for her own decisions.” His near lack of regard fuels you. “And besides, she would have died anyway. The maesters told me so.”
You shove him back, and your rage is flared by the knowledge that he only moves because he allows you to move him.
“She was everything to me!” Your uneven breaths have your chest heaving as your voice echoes across the water. “Not only my sister, my blood—she was my protector.” You sigh shakily, angrily wiping away the tears welling in your eyes. Your voice softens, though not because you want it to. “Now she is gone.”
He remains silent for a moment, letting it sit until it's no longer comfortable. He tilts his head, still standing so close. “And yet, I am not to blame.”
You roll your eyes, unable to look him in the eyes anymore as you look past his head. “Do you even care?”
“Of course I care,” he insists. “She was my lady wife, after all.”
You raise a brow. “Yet you do not mourn.”
He shrugs a shoulder, entirely unconvincing. “Everyone mourns differently.”
You nod. “And you mourn by shedding no tears and strutting through the castle halls?”
Daemon hums. “You must forgive me if I have offended you, my lady.”
You stare up at him, unblinking as your rage and grief continues to give you the strength to look in his eyes and speak your truth. “You have, and I don't.”
A huge part of that strength crumbles when he steps so close to you that you're forced to step back. You falter, a momentarily fear in your eyes at the predatory gaze in his own. His eyes seem to examine you, taking in each and every little curve of your body every crease in your dress. You try not to shrink under his scrutinization.
His voice is so soft, and your flesh crawls with the sound of it. “What do you need from me?”
You have no choice but to break eye contact. It's too much, too close. You swallow thickly, your voice quieting to a low request, rather than the command you had wanted. “I need nothing from you but for you to remove yourself from my presence. Hastily.”
He stands completely still for a while, his eyes just as fixed on your face. When he moves, it almost startles you. His hand reaches up to touch your face, his fingertips brushing your cheek. You're quick to swat him away with a harsh swipe of your hand, taking a step back. “Do not touch me.”
He says nothing, and the silence is unbearable. He just…watches you. His gaze is intense, focused, terrifying. He stands there, still as a statue for the longest time, before making another attempt for your face. You're just as quick as the first, if not quicker with your flickering frustrations.
“I said don't–”
He grabs your face, not caring this time for gentleness as his dull nails dig into the flesh of your jaw and hold you, pulling you close and keeping there, no matter how much you fight him. Your heart pounds against your ribs, beating so heavily that you think it'll stop any moment now. The fear that washes over you is both a searing chill and a molten burn. “Get off of me!”
Leaning in close, he shakes his head. “Shh, “ he bids. “Hush, little river.”
You hate that. Your family calls you that on occasion because you're the youngest of the Velaryon siblings, Laena especially. It's meant to be kind, for rivers are the waters that feed the sea, but when Daemon says it, you feel so small. You feel so insignificant. He taunts you with it.
“Don't call me that,” you hiss. “Get off of me!” You try to push him away, but as you suspect, he doesn't budge. But his next words make you freeze in your spot.
“You are just as beautiful as her,” he says, tilting his head as he stares. “Your sweet sister.”
You're stunned into silence, into stillness. You stare wide-eyed at him, holding your breath as the sound of the waves slowly beginning to build and the sound of your own heart beating away in your chest fill your ears.
You blink, confusion and shock coloring your face. “What?”
He tilts his head. “I wanted you, you know,” he whispers, his words lingering in the tiny space between you. You can hardly breathe, but you can't look away with his iron grip on your face. “When I married your big sister, I wanted it to be you I would bed that night… I only settled for her.”
Your shaking breath became loud as you tried to remove his hand from you, grasping his wrist with all your strength in an effort to pull him away, to no avail. “Daemon. Don't do this–”
“Now that she has taken her leave of us, bless her…” the slightest smirk slips onto his lips, “I am free to pursue my true desires.”
You shake your head, “Daemon–”
You turn your head just in time to avoid his kiss as his lips press against your cheek. Your squirm, squeezing your eyes shut as frightened tears spring to your eyes. Daemon chuckles darkly, taking a slip of your flesh between his teeth in a nip.
You have no control when he turns your head for you. His lips press hungrily into yours, forcing his lust down your throat whether you want it or not. Your protest comes out as a whimper, and it fuels his fire as his arm snakes around your waist and pulls you flush against his body.
You push against him, struggling to get any traction to shove him away. You reach around to grab his hand at your waist, pulling at his pinkie until you've bent it too far for him to continue holding you. He pulls away, pride shining in his face as he smirks. You push him, but this time he doesn't move.
“Get your fucking hands off me before I call for Arlaryx!” Your command is sharp, but he doesn't seem all that phased by it. You honestly hadn't expected him to be.
He inclines his head back, sneering. “And bring her against my war-grown beast?” He stalks forward, invading your space again, no matter how far you stumble back. “You know your dear thing would not stand a chance.”
The thought of your precious creature in the jaws of Daemon's monstrous demon makes your blood run cold. He's right. She would not be enough against Caraxes.
You shake your head. Your voice is weak. “Please.”
He sighs contently, his smile curling into something especially evil. “I like you begging,” he purrs. “So small and sweet you are, when you do not spit venom.”
A deep snarl just barely resounds over the waves picking up about the sea. As you look over your shoulder, you both take in the sight of Arlaryx, her scales almost as blue as sapphires, a color that blends with the deep seas.
Her towering figure stalks out onto the beach, smoke billowing from her nose as she watches the both of you. Another snarl rumbles in her chest.
The faint sound of another snarl, one much different from her own, is heard seemingly in the back of your mind. But you know you did not imagine it. By the smirk on Daemon's face, you know you have not imagined it.
He bends down, his lips by your ear as he whispers. “Do you want to do this, little river?”
You stare at her, your eyes watering at the haunting images of her torn apart on the sand. Your heart thuds in your chest, and you know she feels it because she begins to snarl again. Her claws dig into the sand, her long tail swishes the water when she takes another step forward.
You steady your breath, opening your mouth and hesitating for a moment. You clear your throat, speaking as level as you can manage.
“Dohaeris, Alarlyx,” you command, swallowing roughly. “Dohaeris. Nyke sȳz.”
The beast makes no move to leave, and you sigh heavily. Curse her and her loyalties. They will get her killed.
You steel your voice, trying to sound stronger than you feel. She will not listen to you if you sound weak. “Lyrkiri,” you insist. The smoke diminishes, becoming thinner and thinner until it has stopped. “Sōvēs, Arlaryx, sōvēs.”
She lifts a heavy claw, easing slightly like she'll actually listen.
Then Daemon wraps an arm around your midsection, pulling your body against his as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You wince, squirming in his grasp.
Arlaryx’s mind seems to be made up. She crouches again, advancing slowly once more as her snarls become louder. Smoke arises once again from her nostrils as she opens her mouth, the burning heart of her rage billowing inside of her.
You both know it's just a threat. She would not put you in such danger, but Daemon's crimes against you have officially enraged her.
But Caraxes’ distant croaks and growls fill your head, and you can't stand it. You nearly shout, sounding almost as desperate as you feel as you drop your voice and command her.
“Dohaeris, Arlaryx,” you bellow. “Dohaeris se sōvēs.”
Her warning snarls are replaced with a sort of whining sound as she takes a hesitant step back. She grunts, and you watch the smoke dissipate. Unfurling her great wings, she takes flight as she disappears into the night. Caraxes’ sounds have ceased. You sigh, almost relieved until Daemon's teeth nip at your ear. Anxiety fills you once more.
“That one is just as stubborn as you.” He kisses your cheek, his tongue darting out to taste the skin. He inhales your scent, and a shiver runs down your spine.
Shutting your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. “Just get this over with.”
Anticipation swirls in your belly, the prospect of his hands on you, his mouth, his…
But he just laughs at you, pulling away from your body and leaving you cold. You turn, surprise on your face as you try to figure out why he'd suddenly pulled away from you. Is he so fickle in his interests that he should let you go before having his way?
You have half a mind to run.
“Ȳdra daor gaomagon bona.” Don't do that. He remains close, his predatory gaze follows you. “Nyke gīmigon jaelā nyke, riña. Tepagon isse, byka qelbar.” I know you want me, girl. Give in, little river.
You clench your jaw, balling your hands into fists as you step closer. “Nyke ȳdra daor jaelagon ao,” you spit. I don't want you.
He chuckles, leaning in until your faces are inches apart. “Pirtra.” Lies.
He takes a step forward, continuing this back and forth dance—you step, he steps, forward and back, left and right. Then he begins to circle you as you stand there, feeling as small as he probably views you.
“You think I don't notice when your eyes follow me down the hall?” he asks, and the question makes your blood run cold. “You think I don't see you peeking over your cup at dinner?” He stops behind you, pressing his chest to your back and whispering in your ear, his lips caressing the shell. “You crave my touch so deeply, it makes you look pathetic.”
His arms snake around your waist as he pulls you close. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his hand teasing you, reaching down, down, down.
“I hear you.” Your breath hitches. “At night when you touch yourself to my name.” The smallest breath slips from your lips when his hand cups your heat, his finger teasing your clit over your gown.
“Does it feel good?” His voice is a purr in your ear. “Imagining my fingers plunging inside of you? Wishing it was my teeth sunk into your flesh and not your own nails digging into your skin?”
Your legs tremble, his words resonating in your bones. You shake your head, taking a breath for courage as you object.
“You are not mine,” you whisper, your voice weak. You break out of his hold, turning to watch him as you try to recollect your wavering dignity. “Dead or alive, you are my sister's. I will not sully her memory this way.”
“Oh, come off it.” He comes closer. “Either way, your sister is dead. Why deny yourself pleasure for the memory of a dead sister?”
You slap him. His head whips to the side as your hand inspires a large red blush over his cheek. His fingers brush his skin, a large crooked grin taking his face as he slowly turns to look at you.
You take a small step back, anxiety creeping into you at the way he watches you, like prey being stalked by a cruel beast. He says nothing as he stands there. He begins to walk forward.
And you run.
Sand kicks into the air as you bolt away, your breath loud in your ears and your heart heavy in your chest. Tears spring to your ears as the exertion, the cold thrill of his hunt encourages your escape.
You don't get far. He's faster than you, and his strength is far superior to yours as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you from the ground. You kick your feet, trying to break free from his hold. But it's of no use. You shout over the crashing waves of the tides, waves that have picked up since Daemon arrived. Like they mourn with you, they fight for you, too.
He wrestles you to the ground, flipping you onto your back as he pins your arms down by your head. He looms over you, positioning himself between your legs and ignoring your fight like you're nothing against him. And perhaps you are.
“Go ahead,” he grins, spurred on by your struggle. “Pretend you despise me. Perhaps, now, you do.” He leans in close, whispering in your ear. “But we are all the way out here, with no one to hear your screams but the sea.”
Your fight diminishes, the reality of his words sinking in. You look at him, your eyes wide and struck with adrenaline-coated tears. His gaze is dark, his smile even darker. He shifts one of your arms to the other, grasping both your wrists in one of his big hands as the other strokes your side, dipping beneath your thin gown to touch your bare skin beneath. You shudder at the feeling, anxiety pooling in your belly at the knowledge that you can do nothing to fight him.
“Will you lose breath screaming or cumming?”
Your voice is weak and broken. It's barely a whisper when you speak. “Please.”
He shushes you, his lips so close to yours. You can almost feel it, the heat of his kiss as he would devour you.
And then he does. He presses his lips roughly against yours, his tongue slipping past them to taste you. He grips your side, his dull nail digging into your flesh. You can't help the whine you let out into his mouth, regretting the way you seek him out, especially after he pulls away. And he smiles triumphantly, knowing he has you right where he wants you.
“Don't worry, little river.” A quiet gasp erupts from your chest when his hand cups your bare cunt, his fingers rubbing against your folds before he parts them to plunge his finger inside of you. Your mouth falls open, sharp breaths teetering in and out at the way he touches you, at the way you clench around his finger like you'll die if he pulls away now.
“I'll give you what you've been craving all these years.”
He moves like fire. His hand is insistent as his finger plunges in and out of your wet heat, pulling more and more arousal from your already damp folds. You clench your jaw, stifling your moans as he forces the pleasure down your throat.
When he thrusts another finger inside of you, you moan at the stretch, your eyes rolling back at the way he curls them inside of you. You grab his arm, gripping it tight, though you're not sure if you're trying to stop him or not.
He moves quickly. You don't have time to catch up with the harsh thrusts of his fingers, so you lay back and take it as the pleasure explodes all over your body.
It feels so good. His fingers reach deeper, faster, too. The feeling of someone else's fingers inside of you instead of your own is so foreign. Your frantic breath makes you light-headed, and you can hardly keep your thoughts straight.
“I know it's exhausting,” he mumbles as his palm slaps against your clit, “fighting me.”
But you must fight. For your sister, who meant so much to you. You must fight against this man who let her die. Who would you be if you allowed yourself to succumb to your late sister's husband? She practically raised you, and this is how you repay her?
But here you are. She died hardly two days ago, and you were laying on the sand with Daemon's fingers in your cunt.
Being in this position is surreal. Because he was right, you had been craving this moment for years, wanting so deeply to feel Daemon's passion on your skin. His lips brush your cheek, and he murmurs into your ear. “You'll feel better when you let go.”
Your breath hitches. “Daemon.”
“That's it,” he smirks, feeling you leaning into him. “Close your eyes and give in to me, little river.”
Your eyes flutter shut. The pace of his hand, the feeling of his fingers thrusting so deeply, the pleasure scours your body until you feel yourself reaching your limit.
“Ȳdra daor keligon, Daemon,” you sigh, your voice high with bliss as you pull your hands away from his grasp. “Nyke jorrāelagon ziry.” Don't stop. I need it.
“Qilōni?” Who?
“Ao!” You! You moan, rolling your hips into his hand as he continues to coax your release from you. Your head is spinning, and you've long since left reason behind. “Nyke jorrāelagon ao,” you beg. I need you.
You turn your head to lay your eyes upon the sea, the pleasure within you swelling like the waves crashing against the shore. “Shijetra nyke, mandia.”
Forgive me, sister.
Your lips part and your back arches off the sand as you come undone. Your moans echo off the waters, becoming all the worse when Daemon's teeth nip the flesh of your neck.
It feels amazing, freeing almost. His hand continues to work out through your pleasure, even when it all fades into oversensitivity. He lets go of you, pulling away from your body and staring down at you. You watch through hooded eyes as he examines his hand, watching the way your arousal glistens off his fingers in the moonlight. He looks at you as he licks his fingers clean.
The scene is so erotic, the way he groans at the taste of you on his tongue. “Such a magnificent treat you are,” he hums. He bends down and takes your lips against his own, his tongue licking into your mouth as you taste yourself on him.
You watch as his hand reaches for his belt, and you can't help the way your legs close at the thought of him revealing himself to you. He reaches a hand out, gripping your knee and pushing your legs apart again. “Do not move.”
You do as you're told, waiting with bated breath as he unlatches his belt and sets himself free. You gasp silently at the sight of him, long and solid and flushed pink at the tip. When your eyes lock with his, he looks quite proud of himself.
Daemon turns you on your belly, positioning you as he wants you, with your face shoved into the sand and your hips in the air. His harsh hands grope your body, your ass, your waist, your thighs. You groan, your hips jerking when his thumbs spread your folds apart.
“You're fucking dripping,” he says, a dark smirk in his words as he runs a finger between them.
“Kostilus,” you whisper, taking handfuls of sand to try to control yourself. You were in too deep. Your desire for him has turned to a desperate need embedding itself in the pit of your stomach. Please.
He chuckles, “Say it again.”
You have no mind to refuse him. You've long since lost your dignity, and you've betrayed your sister like you never thought you would. It's too late for you. Why deny yourself pleasure over broken promises?
“Kostilus, Daemon,” you whine, shuddering at the way his hand strokes down your spine. “Nyke jaelagon ao.” I want you.
He puts you out of your misery with a harsh thrust into your needy cunt. You moan, your heavy breaths blowing sand into the air. “Ondoso se gods…” By the gods…
A long groan rumbles in his chest as he closes his eyes, relishing in the feel of your tight pussy. “Fuck,” he curses as he bottoms out. “You are a virgin.” He grips your hips, burying himself so deep that you feel like you can't breathe. “With all your supposed virtue, I thought you were pretending you weren't a dirty whore.”
As he grips you tight, Daemon doesn't take you, he fucks you. He holds you, digs his nails in your flesh. He thrusts his cock in and out of your tight hole, fast and rough and with the recklessness of a starving man devouring his food. The ocean rages. You're not sure if it's a reflection of your betrayal or your need. The sea is strange in that way, it's versatility.
You wish you could disappear into the dark waters, break away from this beast of a man and let the sea consume you. At least then you'd be at peace with yours, part of the waters of your bloodline.
But here are you, consumed by fire as you ignore the burn of the sand scratching your skin. It's a molten kind of pleasure, the kind that oozes out of you in lingering bliss and deep desires. You're slick with arousal, which makes it easier for him to glide in and out of you. His relentless pace smacks against you, the sound of it echoes through the air with the heavy heat of his passion.
Your position is so compromising. Anyone could happen across you. Anyone could walk the shoreline and find you being fucked into the sand by your sister's husband.
Your rationale falls short because the fear of it is nowhere near as strong as it should be. If the lords of Pentos saw you, they would surely gossip. Word would spread through the city, and that word would spread all the way across the sea. Everyone would know, your nieces, your brother, your mother and father. They would reject, disown you. They would strip you of Velaryon, you would be just another Waters bastard of Driftmark.
You could say he made you. You could tell them he threw you to the sand and took you as he pleased, ravaged you as though you were nothing but meat. But Corlys would go to war over you. To have your honor destroyed in such a way, it would be a war of sea against fire, a war full of bloodshed and hatred.
The idea has you running cold, but the chill doesn't last long with the way Daemon's hips thrust into you, full of his own fire.
“What I wouldn't give to spend every moment snug in this virgin cunt,” he grunts, reaching forward as he flattens his hand against the back of your skull. He twists your hair around his fingers and pulls, keeping you secure in his grip. You go limp at the feeling, the weakness seeping into your bones.
“Perhaps I should breed you,” he sighs with a laugh. “I'll fill you full of my seed, maybe even keep you as my broodmare. I'll keep you round with my children, always ready for me to fuck as I please. Is that what you want, little river?”
So truly blinded by your pleasure, you have no choice but to agree. You lean into the way he makes you feel, letting your troubles melt away, your concerns and your hesitations a thing of the past. They will do you no good now.
“Yes,” you gasp, allowing yourself to be ravaged. “Yes, Daemon, I want that.”
The triumphant look in his eyes shines at the way you give in so completely. Empowered by your submission, his thrusts become more merciless. He grunts and groans behind you, tugging on your hair and holding you still as you return the passion.
All of the sudden, he pulls out of you, leaving you cold and shaking. A stray whine seeps off your tongue, but you have no time to let it linger before he’s flipping you onto your back. He throws your legs onto his shoulder and shoves himself back inside of you in just a couple fluid motions. His ruthless thrusts have you nearly crying for him. The blunt head of his cock reaches so deeply like this, punching against that spongy part inside of you as stars swirl in your vision.
“It feels so good,” you moan, though you’re sure your words are nearly incoherent. It feeds Daemon’s ego either way, encouraging a rougher fuck as he gives you what you want, gives himself what he’s been craving all along. He was right. You do feel as good as he thought, better even. You’re so tight, so inexperienced and untouched that all of his cruel pleasure wrecks your body in your sensitivity.
“You can get louder, can’t you?” he asks, bending down to fold you in half for a different angle.
Your head falls back against the sand. You must look a mess, covered in tiny grainy crystals, hair all over the place. But it doesn’t matter. That’s probably what he wants. Your hands reach up to touch his face, pulling him close as he continues to fuck into you. His thrusts are shorter, harder now. You’re running out of breath quickly, struggling to keep up.
“Fuck, don’t stop!” The breathy wail feels almost like it was forced from your lungs. As he reaches his hand down to touch your clit, you’re done for and you know it. “Oh, Daemon, please.”
He’s intent on making you cum, and with the skill he’s acquired throughout his years, you know he’ll be successful. He’s already got you crying his name.
“Are you going to cum on my cock, girl?” he questions, his breath heavy and his hair messy upon his head. “I know you want to, you’re squeezing me so tight.” You cant your hips up into his own, seeking out your sweet release as he hangs it over your head. “Tell me who you want.”
Your eyes, blurry with tears, watch him hazily. “You.”
He tuts. “You can do better than that. If you want to cum, you will tell me who you want to breed this tight little hole of yours.”
You have no mind to refuse him—you have no mind to do anything but follow where the pleasure takes you. With shallow breaths, you blink pleasure tears from your eyes. “I want you, Daemon. Please, I want you to cum in me and make me your whore.”
He doesn’t know if you could have said it any better. Making harsh circles over your clit, he fucks you with all the strength he’s got. You feel like he’ll bruise you with how brutal he’s being. You feel a tightening coil in your belly, one that just clenches and clenches and clenches with every circle on the sensitive pearl he attacks.
“Cum for me, little river,” he commands, leaving you and your body no room to refuse him as he pulls it out of you. “Cum all over my cock and scream my name like the perfect whore that you are.”
And you obey. It’s like a lever being pulled. One moment you’re teetering on the edge, the next you're arching your back and feeling pleasure consuming your body in a fire that makes you shiver. He doesn’t stop fucking you. If anything, the way you tighten around him only makes his thrusts shorter and his grinding rougher. You’re dizzy and your moans are high and pathetic.
He doesn’t stop attacking your clit. You’re so sensitive, once the pleasure wanes and the movements sting, you squirm away from him, but he doesn’t care. He holds you in place and commands you as though you were one of the dragon beasts he meant to train. He wraps his free hand around your throat, leaning down to bite and suck at your neck. “Dohaeris,” he hisses, his tone sharp and quiet but full of so much of a threat that you bear through the discomfort until it twists in your gut into the dizzying sensation of overstimulated pleasure again.
His name falls from your lips like a chant. The sound of it continues to spur him on, his thumb becoming faster as he searches for that same release for himself. “Please, Daemon,” you whimper, “please cum inside of me. I need you to cum inside of me, please.”
You tip him over the edge. With a growl, he shoves his cock as far as he can go, far enough that it hurts when he buries himself so deep. Grinding into you, his hot release fills you to the brim. Encouraged by the adrenaline, his ruthless thumb carries on until you’re cumming with him.
Your sounds mix in the air, his grunts, your moans, the squelching sound of his cock thrusting into your clenching cunt. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he praises, his voice rough with the effects of his release.
With two more thrusts, as rough as he can make them—just for the fun of it—he pulls out of you. You whine, laying limply on the sand. He watches you, smiling at the way you seem to struggle to stay conscious.
He considers just leaving you there to recuperate on your own.
Daemon adjusts himself, stuffing his cock back into his trousers and fixing his belt. He stares at your cunt all the while, using his fingers to shove his cum back inside of you every time it begins to leak out.
He sits you up, fixing your gown and pulling your face to sit inches from his own. “Iksā ñuhon,” he mutters into your ear, his words clear. “Daorys kostagon renigon ao sir.” You shudder at his claim, your eyes fluttering shut as he whispers to you. You are mine. No one can touch you now.
”Do you understand me?” he asks, and you know you cannot refuse.
Not that you ever want to.
You nod slowly, looking up at him as you accept your fate. “Kessa, Daemon.”
He hums. “Good.” Staring at your lips, he leans in and kisses you. He kisses you with force and power, using a kind of domination that was quite unnecessary—given the fact that he’d already taken your virginity and, quite possibly, bred you with his children. There’s a hint of something in the background, however, a hunger, a desperation that seeps into your skin and makes you feel warm.
Under the cruelty is a gentleness that is entirely foreign to you. You chalk it up to imagination as he pulls away, pinching your cheek. “Come with me,” he orders. “I am not done with you yet, my little river.”
Shijetra nyke, mandia.
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Hiiii I adore your writing like ur srsly so talented would u mind writing taking care of abby on her period? Luke just domestic lovey dovey crap and u can add whatever you want or ignore this completely. Thank you ☺️<3
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🩷 SUMMARY — taking care of abby on her period bc shes stubborn and she needs it<3 🪽
you and Abby had been sleeping, it had been longer than usual. most of the time, Abby would be up by now, doing something or another. she really wasn't the type to sleep in.
you were enjoying your lie in until you felt Abby stirring next to you. she was getting up slowly as to not wake you, when suddenly she jumped up, practically smacking you in the face with her braid.
" babe.. babe- can you just get up for a minute? " Abby said, a slight twinge of embarrassment echoing throughout her voice.
" why? did something happen? " you groggily huffed, dragging yourself out of the bed. you thought she was going insane as you watched her dragging the sheets off the bed, flinging your stuffed animals and the duvet and various covers off the bed.
" shut up. it's nothing. " Abby said harshly.
to say you were confused was an understatement. that was until you saw the red stain on the sheet she was hurriedly taking away. that made a lot of sense.
" ..you know, I'm not gonna judge you. " you mumbled,beating her to it when you went over to the closet to get new sheets.
you put them on, whilst Abby stood nearby pouting.
" Abby, you okay? " you said, flinging the duvet and everything else back on the bed.
" .. Mhm.. it's just- nothing. " Abby mumbled, sitting back down on the, bed.
you sat down next to her, staring intently at her face. you could've sworn you saw a twinge of pain present in her usually stoic expression.
" abbbyyyy, cmon. I've stained the duvets so many times without meaning to when I'm on my period. you don't need to be all secretive about it. " you whined, laying back and putting your pillows back into their comfortable position.
" I know. sorry. I just. don't.. I'm not usually open like this. " Abby sighed, as she also layed down. she curled up slightly, wincing as she did so.
" you know, you really should let yourself be vulnerable more. " you muttered, taking her into your arms and holding her. she wouldn't ever admit to it, but she loved it. she loved being held.
you two stayed like that until the clock hit 10am and your alarm started blaring through the room. Abby audibly groaned " turn it offfff "
you giggled, rolling over to turn it off. " I gotta go abs. " you said, getting up and leaving her in bed. she groaned louder.
" I feel like my organs are coming out " she whined, as you got up. you took your shirt off, putting your uniform on.
" I know babe, but you know I've got patrol. I'll bring you back something nice tonight, how about some chocolate? I can try persuade the ladies down in the cafeteria. then we can watch those stupid action films you like. okay? " you whispered to her, giving her a kiss goodbye on the forehead. the only reply you got from her was a quick " yes please " before you had to leave.
that night, you got home, earlier than usual. you had managed to persuade the kitchen ladies to give you some chocolate they had leftover from giving it out to the kids. it payed off to have a good reputation around the base.
you walked into you and abbys shared room, dropping your bag and tearing off your gear.
" Abbyyyy, you awake? " you said, walking further into the room. the blinds hadn't been opened, and you could see the silhouette of Abby curled up in a ball under the blankets. it was like she was hibernating.
you giggled, sitting down next to her and stroking her hair. you felt her shift a bit, then poke out of the covers. she smiled softly at you, then hugged you tight. she was pretty much suffocating you considering how muscular she was. " you're gonna suffocate me you know. " you mumbled, which fell on deaf ears as she failed to loosen her grip.
" movies? " she said, looking up from her bear hug and giving you a pleading look.
" yep. I got the chocolate too. like I promised. " you said, wriggling out of her grasp so you could switch on the projector and put the CD in. it wasn't that good quality, but God, any kind of entertainment in the apocalypse was peak.
after that, you two just sat and watched horrendously corny action films (that Abby was weirdly invested in), as she devoured chocolate and occasionally pointed to something on the screen, telling you to look, and that this was the best part. (it was 100% just some ugly white man) but I mean, what more could you want?
#ellie tlou#joel tlou#the last of us#tlou#tlou2#ellie tlou smut#ellie williams smut#abby is scary as fuck#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby being soft for once
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General dating hcs w/ Fu Xuan
Synopsis - what it's like to date the master diviner
Warnings/Content - gn!reader, fluff, probably ooc fu xuan, relationship hcs, reader is kinda oblivious, possible grammar mistakes, Qingque makes an appearance, but only once. probably rushed aswell:') reader works for Fu Xuan, not proofread
A/N: This is my first fic on my blog!! I'm new to writing so i apologize in advance if this sucks:') Also this turned out way longer then i expected-
Tags: @oliversbf (i hope you enjoy it:D)
How you guys got together
Denial. That was the first thing Fu Xuan thought when she found out she was inlove with you. Shes never been inlove with anyone before, due to her work and not being interested in love
But that all changed when Lady Fu Xuan saw you, she instantly got this fuzzy and warm feeling inside of her. Whenever she tried to speak to you, she started to stutter and her cheeks were a light shade of pink:) You were confused and thought Fu Xuan was sick, so without thinking you put the back of your hand and her forehead and asked if she was alright.
Congrats, now you have flustered master diviner! Okay, but jokes aside. Fu Xuan had to excuse herself due how embarrassed she was. After that incident Fu Xuan then realized she was inlove with you<3
After a ton of debating(and you being the oblivious person you are). Fu Xuan decided to confess to you since these feelings have been bothering her and shes getting annoyed of you not picking up the hints(dw she still loves you<33)
When Qinque came running over to you and told you Lady Fu Xuan wanted to see you in her office. You were quite nervous and confused, because you remember that you didn't do anything wrong(hopefully)
When you entered Fu Xuan's office you were instantly greeted with her stern face. When you finally build up the courage to ask why she called you in her office. Instead of an answer you were greeted with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a shy confession from Fu Xuan
At first you were in complete shock, but after processing what happenend. You instantly took to bouquet and accepted her confession
Affection
Fu Xuan isn't a fan for PDA at all. So don't expect kisses from her, hugs or hand holding.
Shes also a busy woman, but if you initiate the affection she will allow it but only cheek and small hand holding nothing more. Otherwise she'll get embarrassed and you will get a lecture from her(but you find it worth it, bc of her cute little reactions<3)
Fu Xuan prefers to be affectionate in private. She doesn't feel embarrassed and actually sometimes initiates the affection. She really loves giving you nose and forehead kisses<33
Fu Xuan is definitely a gift giving person. Anything she sees that reminds her of you, she will buy it. So she definitely comes home with a few trinkets she bought for you:)
Dates
Fu Xuan actually prefers more peaceful dates, like picnics, watching the sunset, etc!
Even tho she is an elegant person, so sometimes enjoys simple things over complex things<3
At some rare moments, Fu Xuan likes to go star gaze with you while either of you ramble about your day (you're usually the one who rambles)
While you ramble, you don't notice her staring at you with a smitten look on her face. Fu Xuan stopped listening at what you were saying, because she was distracted at how pretty you look in her eyes (if you catch her staring, she will immediately look away with a bright blush on her face!)
Random
Whenever Fu Xuan is stressed, she seeks for your presence since she finds your presence calming and relaxing
She really appreciates it when you do work for her whenever shes overworked^^
Fu Xuan isn't a jealous person. Shes very confident of you guy's relationship. She will only step in if the person doesn't take the hint that you're taken or they just make you uncomfortable
Arguments with her are rare. But when they do happen Fu Xuan won't apologize first even if shes wrong due to her pride and stubbornness.
Fu Xuan has amazing memory, so she will remember your favorite colour, your likes and dislikes. allergies, hobbies, etc<33
Overall Fu Xuan is definitely an amazing lover
Reblogs are appreciated!!
@𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒊𝒓𝒐★
#fu xuan x reader#hsr x reader#hsr x gn reader#gn reader#fu xuan#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#female reader#male reader#honkai fanfic#kyo writes – ✒️
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ngl i would genuinely get off to making haley jealous and angry because of how fucking easy it is. my personal hc here but i think she was controlling and thought she had hotch wrapped around her finger and it infuriated her that his job was the only thing he refused to listen to her about. i also think she tried to baby trap him with jack in the assumption that would "fix" their marriage and when it only made it worse she blamed aaron for never being home when she easily couldve hired a nanny or regular babysitter so she could work or do whatever. i believe she cheated bc of that one phone call to their house when hotch answered and it was a random man asking for haley before hanging up and the look hotch gave her like yeah he knew she was fucking around too. i think it made her even angrier that when she filed for divorce hotch didnt even fight her onit! didnt ask to work things out or for counseling or anything. just "okay ill sign the papers when i get back from this case"
now assuming reader is mid twenties i think your very existence would have her enraged. aaron seems happier and even healthier. hes got more color in his face, hes put on some healthy weight, he smiles and laughs now, he takes more time off work, his life has clearly significantly improve since she left him and she cant fucking stand it. she thought she was the best thing that ever happened to him and now shes seeing in real time she's actually the worst thing ♥️♥️
and you thinks its funny as hell to watch a 40 year old woman with a whole ass kid be that bent out of fucking shape because the man SHE LEFT is fine without her. like yes maam i am younger than you, hotter than you, nicer than you AND i can ride the dick just right. stay pressed bitch 💕. and when she tries interfering in your relationship hotch asks you to put up with it just for a bit because he knows hack is still adjusting to coparenting and he wants the best for his son so you let him handle his exwife until she crosses a line and tries to accuse you of some shit and aaron finally puts his foot down and haley cant believe that shes really lost complete control over aaron (haha fuck you haley)
like i fantasize about a situation where haley is trying SOOOO hard to break yall up and drive a wedge between you two and it isnt until jacks birthday or some big family function aaron brought you too and haley cant help it but lowkey stalk yall all night and so youre like "aaron watch this" and you drag him off to some secluded corner and hes like ??? but you tell him "hold on baby give it a minute. bet you anything haley pops up" and then once you hear footsteps you give aaron a big fat smooch and surprise surprise!! whos coming around the corner? why its haleys stalker ass following you two like a creep!
i literally just want to cuck haleys pathetic ass because fuck her and her scraggly blonde hair and that nappy ass wig she had on in witness protection with her no-style-no-personality-all-about-me havin ass 😒😒😒😒
sorry this is such a convoluted mess i just hate that lady 😭😭
I NEEDN'T SAY MORE THIS IS EXACTLY MY THOTS I WANT THAT WOMAN SEEEETHING AT THE SIGHT OF AARON BEING HAPPY AND THRIVING. SHE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE THE CRAZY EX WHO PROBABLY ENDS UP HARASSING YOU.
The SECOND she says smth nasty abt you Aaron is soooooo fucking pissed. She insults you saying you're just a whore sleeping with Aaron for his money (and cuz us babes are plus-size queens she HATES THAT) and that Aaron is not attracted to you.
And Aaron OOF he takes her to one side and tells her she is fucking nothing but the mother of his child now. That YOU are his everything. YOU make him the man he is now. He's fucking happy with you as the love of his life and that Haley made him chronically stressed and depressed and almost completely ruined his self esteem. He warns her to back the fuck off from him and reader. He does not want any communication with her unless it's to do with Jack. End of.
#cutie kenzie#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#💌 ah asks#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner imagine
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Imagine creator reader but no divine presence or aura that makes people crumble at the knees.
Reader just spawns in at wolvendom like a fly and meets diluc for no important reason i just love diluc then pow we can alter character builds then discover that my husband has the bell and instructors set on 😲
Creator freaks out cause wtf this is NOT the build i put on my diluc and hes standing there like ‘what psychopath did i just meet..’ so wow what no way creator reader just happens to have a 2 piece crimson witch in their inventory.
Reader: ‘You’re probably gonna leave me here but theres a hillichurl camp near by you dont want the knights of favonius to get to it first right’
Dilucs mad suspicious but hes a good civilian and puts his vision to use and absolutely destroys the hilichurls
Hes doing like 19x the amount of damage he normally would and word gets around that theres some random lady that makes people uncomprehendingly strong
BRO (genderneutral) I SAW A FIC LITERALLY ABOUT THIS SCENARIO UNDER THE SAGAU TAG AWHILE BACK- ACK-
FIC REC ASK!!
I CANT FIND IT- THEY WERE ACTUALLY THE OG INSPO FOR ME KEEPING A READER WHO COULD STILL ACCESS PLAYER FUNCTIONS
LIKE, DUDE THEY DID DILUC AND EVERYTHING
THIS IS SO CREEPY WTF R U SECRETLY THAT AWESOME WRITER??!!! DID U SNEAK INTO MY ASKS, BC IF SO HELLO I LOVE THAT FIC SM <3 ANYWAY-
I don’t know how to write this without plagiarising that person!!
Because this is such a specific scenario, I don’t see a way around writing this or at least I don’t have the skill for it lmao, as this is the same situation as that fic, so here you guys go!
My first fic rec!! Thank you so much @myrainycollectorpizza for finding this fic!! You're a peach tysm,
Here's pretty much a cooler longer version of what anon said by Muraar on ao3!
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Safe Travels Anon,
💀♒️
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Fic rec sorry my beloveds! Another ask will be uploaded in an hour or so! :] I lied i forgot to tag u guys in the new one hold on
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche
#fic recommendation#fic recs#when u specify ur brainrot so hard someones already done it 😔✨️#tysm for the ask tho i hope its okay i put this ur way instead of writing a response!#feel free to send another one in if u rlly want me to write something#:)#genshin sagau#genshin impact#sagau#my replies#my asks#genshin isekai#genshin imagines#gender neutral reader#genshin impact sagau#genshin impact artificer au#thats what im calling this bc DND the roleplaying game has a class for characters just like this!#that and this story are what inspired me to keep the “ingame” functions for when ur “in game”
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super graphic ultra modern girl, part 3
"not overdramatic, i know what i want"
series masterlist
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(social media au)
yourusername
liked by lhughes_06, yourbestfriend, maialewison, and 235,987 others
yourusername im through with all these hyper mega bummer boys like you
yourbestfriend so much better without him i swear
edwards.73 pop off queen. tell emmm
-> yourusername im gonna take away ur privileges STOP IT
-> edwards.73 yes maam :(
lhughes_06 very pretty
liked by yourusername
username8 guys look what luke commented omgggggg
username19 i knowwww im freaking outttt
trevorzegras thank god
rutgermcgroarty so does this mean i have a chance?
-> trevorzegras watch yourself rut
->yourusername check ur texts rutgermcgroarty <3
->rutgermcgroarty what did i ever do to you yourusername that was so uncalled for
mattrempe glad to see you're doin' good yourusername :)
->yourusername MATT?? WTF?? omggg hiiii
->yourbestfriend NO WAY
->trevorzegras back away dude
->yourusername TREVOR STOP ur so embarrasing
>yourusername hey mattttttt
username9 wasn't she just with mattsturniolo? why is she flirting with mattrempe
-> yourusername bc no offense but i'm a grown ass woman. i'm allowed to flirt
lhughes_06
liked by yourusername, luca.fantilli, mattrempe, and 45,438 others
lhughes_06 look who finally visited | tagged: yourusername
yourusername i love staying with lukey. he buys me gifts:) (he's holding me at gunpoint someone help)
->lhughes_06 i am doing no such thing you liar
jackhughes of course you visit when im out of town. fake friend fake friend
-> quinnhughes imagine how i feel. she never comes to vancouver:(
-> yourusername ladies ladies no need to fight there's enough of me to go around
mattrempe you should come visit new york sometime
->yourusername maybe maybeeee
->trevorzegras dude stop flirting with my little sister
username88 OMG!
username19 couple goals
->username36 they aren't dating. i thought she was with matt
->username7 i think they broke up
liked by yourusername
notes! reallyyyy short chapter this time. so sorry about that. they will be getting longer though!
#ethan edwards#luke hughes#nhl#quinn hughes#rutger mcgroarty#umich hockey#matt sturniolo#jack hughes#hockey#matt rempe#luca fantilli#adam fantilli
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BC boys when y/n is drunk
Well.. In case you guys didn't know, it's gonna be Yami's birthday in a few days time! hehe last year I did a Mafia AU on his birthday but this year has been so hectic so I'll do all sorts of Yami fics.. Drabbles, one shots, headcanons.. At the same time I'll be clearing my drafts of whack ideas hehe! I'll indulge in this man before Tabata finally writes him off with another beautiful lady..
I might do a part 2 of when the boys are drunk hehe.
Characters: Yami, Nozel, Nacht x f! reader
TW: alchohol, drunk, slight NSFW, just mentions of sex, unchecked works
Yami Sukehiro
If you're out with your friends and you or your friends gets him to pick you, This man grumbles a whole lot, but still comes to pick you up ALL THE TIME. Cues poor Finral having to figure out where you're at because his captain is tired and grumpy.
Sometimes he reaches and you're still not done, he's pick up your mug, and down it in one go. He'll then pick you up bridal style and tell your friends thank you and leave.
Some days he'll join your friends for a few rounds while you sleep on his shoulder before he carries you back home. If your friends are playing card games? You both wake up at your friend's place in the morning the next day. Because this man has no self control when it comes to gambling + alcohol at the same time.
Well on the days where you both make it back home, he'll clean you up. You're pretty surprised he doesn't try anything funny while you're drunk, but he'll always joke and tell you that he wants to.
He'll also hold your hair for you if you need to puke. Having his huge and warm palm stroke your back? Best shit ever.
Has no idea how to remove your make up so he pours a huge amount of your remover on a handkerchief and just wipes your face like it's a window.
Throws on an old tshirt of his over you and cuddles you back to sleep.
Bonus for the birthday boy:
If you're both drinking together, he's probably the one that's drunk. Because this man will down all liquor for you. Because "a true man never lets his girl get drunk."
Always down for drunk sex. As far as he's not knocked out, he'll be happy to go a few rounds so long as you want to.
Nozel Silva
Sighs and doesn't say a word. He then comes over on his mercury eagle to pick you up.
He's face looks like someone just murdered his pet and he comes over to you and go, "let's go." in the softest tone ever. He's just a softie for you.
If you don't want to go home yet, he'll just wait patiently for you as you drink your fill but He'll stare at anyone that continues to pressure you to drink if he's there. He wants to help you to drink but he knows he can't hold his liquor THAT well so..
He just holds you quietly when you rest on him till you get home. If you're really drunk, he'll gently chide you a little. "How did you get so drunk?" or "don't drink that much next time."
say a few sweet words to him and he's wrapped around your finger again.
When you get home the servants already prepared a warm bath for you. Someone washes and dries your hair for you as well. He sits and read while you get ready and then dismisses the servants.
He cuddles you and presses kisses to your temples and foreheads, telling you that he missed you while you were gone.
If you were together while you got drunk, he holds you close to him all the time and tries to stop you from drinking further. He'll find any excuse to leave the place ASAP.
Nacht Faust
Is silent and hangs the line when you / your friends tell him you're drunk and to come get you. But he appears in a flash. He's low key worried whenever you're drunk because he doesn't like anyone to be close to you or to touch you or any other men ogling at you.
Without a word he carries you in his arms and disappears into the shadows. Nobody stops him because he and his devils show them the look of death.
He looks at you with soft eyes when you're both alone and he all gentle with you.
Surprisingly he knows your facial routine and he does it pretty well (except he might get some steps jumbled up) before tucking you into bed in your pjs.
If you puke, he also washes and dries your hair for you with the help of his devils of course. He blackmails them to hold your hair and fetch a towel and stuff.
When you say all those sweet and lovey-dovey stuff to him while you're drunk, he turns all red but he low key loves it.
Pulls you close to sleep and the next day he'll chide you a little, telling you not to get that drunk again or he'll kick whoever's ass that makes you drunk.
If you're both drinking together, he'll never let you get drunk. periodT. the drinks are either drank by him or it disappears into the shadows.
#yami sukehiro x reader#yami sukehiro headcanons#yami x reader#captain yami#nozel silva x reader#nozel imagine#nozel x reader#nacht faust imagine#nacht faust x reader#nacht x reader#black clover headcanons#black clover imagine#black clover scenarios#black clover x reader#black clover fanfiction#black clover imagines
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Oooo ok genshin females (mostly Lisa and beidou) with a flirty s/o who just DIES when someone flirts back like s/o is like “uh…I’m…um..well..”
you guys i havent played genshin during the whole 3.7 update lmfao 😍
its summerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I'll do Lisa, Beidou, and Yae Miko x reader
fyi i dont know how to flirt bc i personally dislike relationships irl so i searched this shit up. im aromantic but fictional characters are just so pretty
this also adds to the fact that im street stupid (but im academically smart tho trust me bro)
i lied im not going to use pickup lines i searched up online and theyre actually horrendous
"Lisaaaaa!" you smiled.
You were Lisa's library assistant, and the two of you were organizing new books while the library was closed.
"Yes cutie?" You laughed, "Me? cute? no way! If anything, I'd say youre the absolute cutest!"
It was quite hard to think straight after someone as pretty and perfect as Lisa complimented you.
"A-anyway," you stuttered, "could you help me sort out these books? I dont know where these go..."
You picked up some books from the delivered box full of books and started flipping through the pages trying to determine what genre the book was. It was hard determining if the book was fiction or non-fiction considering the bizarre events that happened in teyvat. You also didn't notice the quiet advancement of lisa's figure walking up to you.
"These go in the fiction section cutie." she whispered in your ear.
"R-right!"
You shot up and dashed to the other side of the library where all the other fiction books were. It was quite hard flirting with lisa, she'd always beat you to it, flirting with you at every waking moment and possibility. Today however, things were going to change!-
"You didn't think a carved wooden duck could actually be the former dendro archon and sang as a duck did you?" lisa teased you to the brink of embarrassment.
Thank barbatos that there was no one in the library.
"Well, I didn't finish reading it! Yeah!" you shot back, face buried in your hands as you blushed.
You were always unable to flirt with lisa without getting flustered as you could always count on her flirting back but well, more flirtatiously. Hmm...Maybe you were doing this on purpose?...
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As you walked around the city of liyue, you were spacing out as the day slowly became night. Your trail of thoughts stopped after you felt a hand tap your shoulder.
"[name]!" Ah, it was beidou. "Whatcha' thinkin' about?!" She laughed, bottle of alcohol in hand.
You assumed she got drunk from a dinner party or something, after all it was a bit odd seeing the captain on land.
"Ah, I was thinking about you darling~" You smiled at her, giving a smooth wink.
"Hahaha!" She laughed whole heartedly.
"Whaaat?" You playfully frowned. "Can I not think about someone as charming as you?" You gave her a grin.
"Nice to know you think I'm charming!" she laughed again, but then suddenly she snaked her arms around your waist, and slyly smiled.
"W-what are you doing?!" You blushed and used one of your hands to cover her eyes. "S-stop looking at me like that!!"
Beidou laughed as she peeled your hand off her face and held it while her other hand was busy holding you.
"You're all talk and no bite when it comes to flirting hmm?~" she started to slur her words. "Betcha' didn't think I would do this did you~"
She smiled and shrugged. "What can I say? You really thought flirting like that to me wouldn't make me fall for you? You have quite the charm, give yourself some credit!"
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"Oh my, [name], I didn't expect seeing you here~" yae miko hummed as she sat down next to you in Uyuu Restraunt, eyeing the many empty bottles of sake around you as you slumped down on the table.
"Hmmm?" You drowsily turned your head (which was still lying on the table if I may add) to face her. eyes widening you struggled to sit straight. "Ah! its the suuuuuper pretty fox shrine lady! When we met for the first time, I just couldn't keep my eyes off you! Your name is um...its uh..." You paused, lost in thought.
"Silly [name], we're dating already. I can't believe you forgot me..." Her ears flopped down and you panicked.
"N-no! I didn't forget-your name is...its y-yae miko right? Please don't be sad!"
"Awe, so you did remember!" She smiled at you, seeing your eyes sparkled looking at her rather cute and fluffy ears. "Do you wanna pet me? Hmm?" As she leaned in closer, you started to blush as she picked up your hands and placed it on her ears.
"Ohmygosh-their so soft!!" you said excitedly.
This however, allowed yae miko to slowly close the distance between your faces, until your noses were practically touching. Unfortunately for you however, it was too late to realize as yae miko planted a kiss on your lips.
Like some cliché excited cartoon highschooler that got asked out on a date with their crush, you fell onto the ground and rolled around like a ball, kicking your feet. "Ah!~The super pretty shrine lady kissed me! Ahehehehe!!" you blushed
Yae miko could only smile at your antics while drunk. "How cute..." She muttered under her breath.
Later on, she bridal style carried you home.
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some of you guys got hella concerning usernames (you know who you are)
are you guys even real or
#yae miko x reader#beidou x reader#lisa x reader#yae miko#beidou#lisa#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin
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emily and reader are in a situationship, reader loves emily but she thinks em doesn’t love her back. but every time reader wants to leave bc of the unrequited love, but she can never stay away from em. r’s tired of all this, never knowing if em really wants her or just wants her body and as soon as reader starts packing her clothes— emily begs her to stay, telling her that she wants to love her but she’s terrified that something is gonna happen to r so r says something about her not caring about that as long as she had emily. literally just hurt and comfort</3 - 🐦
Stay please
*Authors note~ I love the trop of unrequited love to lovers. Like we love our ladies being In love but clueless. First time attempting to write it*
Trigger warnings ~??
Prompt}see ask^^^^
When things started between you and Emily, you both agreed no strings, no feelings and not attachments. Yet for you, you found yourself in love with her. Oh god you were. It wasn't just because of the mind blowing sex but she was amazingly brilliant in every way possible. You admired her in every way, especially in the field. Yep it was safe to say you fell in love with her despite knowing you shouldn't have because of the agreement.
Every time you'd feel yourself needing to run, you'd start to pull away from her but seeing how she seemed to be sadder without your presence meant you both stumbled back together in a night of passion. You would repeat the cycle over and over. You knew it was bad for you, unrequited love is truly the worst pain possible. But with her it was this maddening delicious pain that you couldn't seem to let go. No you would always bounce back to her, nothing would ever stop you from finding your way back to her. Because truly nothing has ever hurt so good.
Little did you know, Emily was feeling the same, why would you want her? She was struggling with the idea of letting someone close even if that someone was you. But she couldn't help herself noticing how you had worked you way into her heart body and mind and that was absolutely terrifying. Every time you pulled away from her caused her to regress back further into not being able to let you close.
Now that's how you found yourself in bed next to Emily, both satisfied but you felt the salty tear trials on your cheeks. "Sweetheart? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? What do you need?" The questions making your heart yearn for more, the care and love just more. "I can't do this Ems" you whimpered as you tumbled from the sheets trying to shove on your clothing. Really you had one leg in your underwear and your bra on but not done up. "Woah woah woah wait wait y/n please" she pleaded with the biggest puppy eyes you could ever have imagined.
All you did was break down and sitting back to the wall, knees up to your chest as you sobbed into your arms. "I can't, I can't do this. It hurts. I love you so much. I know you don't love me back I know we said no strings but I can't help my feelings." You truly didn't know what you was doing now, you'd exposed everything to her. You were in the worst possible state you could ever imagine being in. Vulnerable.
"Hey hey y/n look at me, sweetheart please" she had moved to crouch down in front of you, "you love me?" She whimpered watching your expression fall, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry I know I'm not a great catch, but I can't god you're gonna hate me. I'm sorry I'll go I'm" you were cut off with Emily's lips attached to yours in a sweet kiss. Both of you providing tears now that we're mixing together mid kiss.
"Come back to bed" she whispered standing and holding a hand out to you. You took it and joined her in the bed and snuggled up to each other. "I love you too baby" she murmured pressing another kiss to your lips, "you're so beautiful darling." More kisses and hands now gripping at one another's body's as you desperately tried to paw closer. Needing more, the kisses changing from rushed and passionate to loving and intimate. The relationship would definitely morph into something more from tonight but you both knew you'd have to take things slow, your own pasts affecting you in unimaginable ways. But here and now you were safe and so in love with the one and only Emily Prentiss.
Word count ~ 785
#anon answered#v3nusxsky answers#fanfic#emily prentiss x y/n#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x fem!reader#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss x you#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#ssa emily prentiss
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Do you have a Shiro playlist or songs you associate with him?
DO I, oh brother, DO I EVER
the impact my shiro playlist had on my Spotify wrapped…. Unprecedented…. I have only made 3 character playlists in my life and this is by far my favorite
Link to my YouTube version bc I cannot share Spotify links but
Little blurb about each song below the cut
It is short but pointed and since I’ve been holding back on infodumping about this since February. This draws heavily from songs on shiro playlists back in like 2017 and then also my own taste
1.Halsey- control THEE Shiro song to me. The amv in my mind when I listen to this ugh just like ALL of these lyrics give a very angsty s1/2 trying very hard to be stable but undeniable struggling vibe like. Listen I just rewatched Crystal Venom and the way you could fit the hallucination scene into this 🫨
2. Little Lion man. I mean what blorbo playlist isn’t complete without this. Lions and all that but also “Tremble for yourself, my man/You know that you have seen this all before /Tremble, little lion man / You'll never settle any of your scores”
for thee amnesia gladiator flashback man????
3. The Draw - Bastille - another angsty classic mental unwellness vibe. What gets me is both “ in your left hand there is the familiar / in your right hand there’s the great unknown” both in like space explorer man and also literally alien hand but also “When you go home everything looks different/ And you're scared of being left behind / Just listen to your friends / Trust that they're fair, look in their eyes / Just listen to your friends / They only care and hope you're alright”.
4. The Kongos - Come With Me Now - big warrior and gladiator energy to this one big Shiro’s capacity for violence and anxiety “ Afraid to lose control / And caught up in this world / I've wasted time, I've wasted breath / I think I've thought myself to death / I was born without this fear / Now only this seems clear / I need to move, I need to fight / I need to lose myself tonight”
5. April 1945 - this one is a movie soundtrack one and admittedly the weak link of this playlist but I got it from someone’s 8tracks ages ago and got attached to it as a Shiro song. Very ptsd horrors of war vibes
6. Broken Crown - Mumford and sons. Thee Shiro as champion, shiro and Haggar song to me
7. Violet Clementine - Lady Lamb - I keep trying to get people to appreciate this song as a blorbo song. To me the allegory with strings of fate and like the found family amvs I imagine to this in my mind… your family as the nest of yarn.. also obsessed with songs that refer to humans as animals… very shiro as gladiator vibes.
“ You build a nest of yellow yarn / You hope to god the yellowed yarn / Is soft enough to break your fall / Should you fall, should you fall”
“ Keep your silence golden and words important / You're only a handsome animal”
8. Berserker - Leslie Fish - another shiro and violence song bc I love when he fights like he has everything to lose and does not care about pain. Just have all the lyrics
9. I gave you all - Mumford and sons . Sorry for being a Mumford and sons girlie. This one to me is more at the universe at the galra at the black lion at the garrison even at adam. I don’t have a specific lyric just the vibe for like internal angst and bitter sweetness
10. Iron - Woodkid. Another one where literally all the lyrics vibe with Shiro as like missing from home gladiator soldier leader
#you don’t know how GLEEFUL I was getting to talk about this playlist#Voltron#shiro#music rec#I don’t care if other people think this playlist is good it give me brain worms and that’s what matters#I listened to control on loop and thought about shiro when I walked to class every day of last February and March
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