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#Between the Dream and reality - they can't escape
kamaluhkhan · 3 months
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anti-curse
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pairing: percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader
summary: whether he knew it or not, percy jackson made the world a better, brighter place — and you intend to protect him, no matter what path the fates leads you down. fuck prophetic dreams. the future wasn't written in stone.
warnings/disclaimers: mentions of typical demigod things (battles, weapons, etc.); this is set during the heroes of olympus series so roughly follows that plot + features the seven demigods; mainly inspired by book!percy (dark hair, sea green eyes) bc that's the one i fell in love w growing up; characters are aged up from the book (reader + percy are meant to be 21-22 y/o) bc i imagine there was more time between prophecies/series....anyways, please enjoy <3
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when you first met percy jackson, he almost shot you through the chest with an arrow.
given that apollo is your godly parent, you often found yourself at the archery field, which happened to be one of the first stops on percy’s tour of camp half-blood. after that first mishap, your other half-siblings were, understandably, too scared to let percy try again — frankly chiron seemed a bit hesitant as well — and you could sense that percy felt disheartened. so, you flashed the boy a reassuring smile before giving him a few pointers and a second chance. when he smiled back at you, you felt a fluttering in your stomach that told you percy jackson would be more than a little important in your life.
archery still wasn't percy's strong suit, but your gut feeling turned out to be true. you and percy had dealt with a lot since then — a handful of quests, several prophecies, more than a few near-death experiences, a titan war, and, maybe worst of all, high school. you couldn't imagine getting through any of it without him by your side, and you knew the feeling was mutual.
so, you were entirely anticipating that percy would be hurt by your announcement during dinner. 
“no way that’s happening.” percy laughs, as if he can’t believe you’d suggest something as ridiculous as not having him accompany you on your quest. he remains unfazed, takes a sip of his electric blue coke before gesturing to the empty seat next to him. “come on, sunshine. have something to eat.”
the nickname sends your heart into a frenzy as you sit next to him. you and percy had never been anything other than friends, but sometimes....sometimes you look at his dangerous ocean eyes and wind-swept dark hair and it makes you blush. sometimes you consider the way his laughter fills you with warmth and his smile holds a thousand memories, the way he teases and winks at you and you decide that he makes your world so much brighter. sometimes you remember how sarcastic and thoughtful and loyal and reckless he is, his heart of gold and unpredictability of the sea. and you start to think that maybe possibly you'd fallen in love with your best friend.
that was not the issue at hand, though. you summon your favourite food and drink, but don't particularly feel like having either. percy returns to his conversation with hazel about how the two of you would drive up to montauk after you finally got your license, any time either of you needed to escape your reality, even just for a night. you'd sit on the beach, stargazing and roasting stale marshmallows and wishing to stay there forever. hazel seems to think that sounds like a nice escape, and percy promises that once the eight of you fulfill this prophecy, you'll all go to the beach house together, which makes hazel break out into a grin.
you can't help but smile at percy who loves his friends, who has loved you for so long. that feeling is quickly replaced by a pang in your chest that reminds you what's at stake. from the corner of your eye, you notice annabeth across from you, who looks at you like you’re a puzzle she can’t quite solve. you're trying to hide it, but if anyone can read you better than percy, it's annabeth. she knows something is weighing on your mind. you briefly lock eyes with jason, who you had gone to earlier for help, from the other side of the room, where he sits between piper and frank. 
if you weren’t so distracted, you would have been able to enjoy dinner. the eight of you — all demigods of the current great prophecy — hadn’t been all together in a while, and it was nice to share a meal aboard the argo ii despite the reality of why you’d all been traveling together. leo had equipped the ship with magic plates and cups, and with the lively jokes and stories filling the air, you could almost imagine it was an ordinary summer evening at camp. you could almost forget that tomorrow, you had to go on a quest to rescue apollo and artemis from python, a monster so powerful your father barely defeated him thousands of years ago. you could almost ignore the impending war with gaea and the giants, and the doomed fate of the world if you were to fail. the one thing you could no longer ignore, however, is the gut feeling you have about the fate of the boy sitting next to you if your quest is to unfold the way you had first planned it. 
you clear your throat, an attempt to interrupt the group's conversations. 
“i was serious earlier,” you declare. “you’re not coming with me, percy. jason is.”
the smile percy had on his face fades. his eyes are filled with concern and disbelief, as he glances at you. “i – i don’t understand.”
"percy,” jason jumps in carefully, aware that he’s treading through dangerous waters like you had warned him. “y/n and i were strategizing earlier and it seems to make the most sense, given our powers combined." 
percy shakes his head. “but — but you can’t just make last minute changes. we’ve already got everything set. right, valdez?”
leo shrugs, swallowing a mouthful of chicken before responding. “i don’t know, man. i’m no expert in quests, but it seems like i’m not the one who should be deciding this.” leo looks at you, and you nod gratefully.
you've been on edge since last night, and to calm your nerves you fiddle with the gold chain around your neck. it was a gift from your father: a necklace with a music note charm that can transform into an electric guitar or a bow and quiver. thankfully, you hadn't had to need both at the same time.
“it's up to me. and i want leo and jason to come with me.”
“then i’ll come too,” percy's voice remains calm, but insistant.
“isn’t there that thing about quests usually being done in threes?”
��that is true, piper,” percy agrees. he tilts his head towards you, like he's calling on you to remember. "exceptions have been made, though. like that one time with zoe." that had been years ago, when demigods from camp half-blood and hunters of artemis joined forces. five had been sent out on a quest, but only three came back. you shiver at the thought.
"or my quest through the labyrinth," annabeth recalls.
"but won't that also change our other plans, though?" hazel asks.
"not necessarily," you pipe in, your voice more assertive. "if jason and percy just switch. no harm done."
"we're not interchangeable," percy grumbles.
"hera sure seemed to think so!" leo searches the room for positive responses to his joke, but the most he gets is a half-hearted laugh from frank. "too soon?"
you take a deep breath. "it's not a big deal, really."
"it kind of is," percy counters. "you've never gone on a quest without me."
"you've gone on quests without me," you point out.
"that's...that's different."
"why? because i'm so weak that i need the son of the sea god to protect me at all times?"
you're giving percy the coldest stare you ever have. he hesitates to hold your gaze.
"you know that's not what i meant," he sighs.
"then what did you mean?"
percy looks at you, his eyes and tone softer. “look, sunshine, let's just stick with the plan, alright? we can just —”
“gods, you never listen, do you?" you finally snap. "you're not coming! i don’t want you there, percy!”
percy stares at you, stunned. you look around the table, and everyone looks back at you, wide-eyed. they weren’t used to this side of you, your sudden outburst not fitting in with your usually sunny disposition. 
“well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” leo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, with less than ideal results.
“you saw something in your dreams, didn’t you?” annabeth realizes. 
her conclusion makes you freeze.
demigod dreams are always significant, carrying vivid images of monsters, messages from friends or enemies. some children of apollo like you had visions of the future — pseudo prophecies that are supposedly set to unfold given the path you’re on. technically, you weren’t supposed to share your visions, something about messing with fate or destiny, but that didn’t mean you had to accept the way things were. 
what you saw in your dreams last night, what might happen to percy, made your blood run cold.
you would defy all the laws of the universe and divine rules if it meant you could protect him. so fuck the path the fates are attempting to lead you down, and fuck prophetic dreams. you refuse to let percy die. no matter how frustrated you’re acting towards him in this moment, you know he would still do the same for you.
you figure that the future isn't written in stone, right?
either way, you're willing to challenge destiny for percy jackson.
without answering annabeth, you get up from the table and take a deep breath, carefully avoiding percy’s gaze. 
“i go with leo and jason, or i go alone.” your voice is steady, fighting the heavy beating of your heart and tears caught in your throat. “either way, i leave in the morning.” you exit the mess hall before anyone — before percy — can protest.
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fluffylino · 4 months
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ghost face ! minho
i was watching scream and i wish minho had me screaming.
-contains mature themes (a little blood, fear play kinda)
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"caught you!"
you screamed in terror. the masked man, taking you by surprise from behind. the lights were off and all you could see was that horrendous mask. which kept appearing in your dreams.
you struggled to get up from where you were crouched behind a table. and he had shown up. knowing exactly where you hid.
because he was watching. he was always watching.
stumbling you grabbed a flowerpot, throwing it in his direction. he dodged it. letting out a hearty laugh. you felt your heart stop.
you were backed into a corner.
one side was a wall and the other was the steps that led to the second floor.
if you ran upstairs, then there was no way you could get back down.
"sometimes you make it so obvious" he said, playing with the knife in his hand. pressing it against his hand. you were scared. he pointed upstairs with the tip of the knife.
"go on. run."
and you did. tripping on the steps. it was so dark you couldn't make out where you were going. that was until you ran straight into a dark figure.
"oh honey, you can't escape from me" he said, voice dropping. you felt yourself being pushed against the ground.
hard.
feeling a little dizzy with how fast you hit the floor.
you gave up. if he was going to kill you. then so be it. maybe he'd be kind enough to spare you again.
"l-let me live" you mumbled, feeling a thick rope bind your wrists together behind your back. his black cape running against you as he fumbled about.
"you know, fun fact. i don't kill. i just have fun!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the mask. at times you wished you knew how he looked. you wished you could see his face.
he had told you his name through a phone call. you had to admit. you were braver when you were on call. rather than in reality. because reality was reality.
"you don't seem to sound like you're having fun"
he knew what you meant. his voice sounded like he was faking the fun voice.
"shut the fuck up, will you."
you shivered, going pliant. this was him. his deep voice. his voice that could make you cream yourself.
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"aaahh-" you cried out, desperately trying to tug your hands free. he giggled, staring right at you.
all you could see was the mask. maybe a little glimpse of his eyes. but that was all you got.
the knife running along the insides of your thighs. a warm liquid dripping down. which he wiped away with his gloved thumb.
"so tell me. you called back today"
your eyes widened. you weren't expecting him to show up inside your house. dressed up, ready to do whatever he liked. if you knew he was going to come back, you wouldn't have called.
"stop crying for god's sake" he shouted.
spanking you hard. you jerked forward with the force. embarassingly trying to close your legs.
his clothed thigh wedged between your legs. fabric rubbing against your cunt in the best way possible.
"humping my thigh, now? you seriously are a horny slut" he let out. his hand playing with your folds. coating you with your own wetness.
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"look at the camera."
you couldn't. you didn't know what he'd do with those pics. you pressed your face to the cold floor, spit dripping out of your parted mouth.
his dick buried inside of you.
"i. said. look."
he said through gritted teeth, tugging your hair to make you look up. your eyes rolling back at how deep he was. cock rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. the flash went off and he let go. your head falling back down.
"such a whore"
a few more tears slipped out. his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts.
"hm" he hummed. a little curiousity in his tone.
"why aren't you saying anything."
you kept quiet. letting yourself get lost in a fuzzy space. it was dark anyways. all you knew about the man who had screwed you once before, was his name.
he flipped you over. taking you by surprise by how gently he pushed back in. staying absolutely still. and you did the same.
"p-please" you muttered. a faint light from the neighbour's backyard lighting up the room. you could vaguely see his eyes through the mesh. his breathing heavy, chest heaving. he rolled his hips against you. a low moan leaving him.
you couldn't do this. you wanted more. to be touched. to feel him. without the mask. to see him.
"please p-please please" you chanted, shaking your head as you began to sob harder.
"do you even know what you're begging for" he chuckled, pressing his hand against your neck. with enough pressure to make your vision hazy. your mouth opened and closed as you wondered whether to say it or not.
"k-kiss me p-please" you whispered. it wasn't loud but you were sure he heard you.
"kiss me m-minho i beg y-you"
you shook, wrists aching at how tight he knotted the rope. he seemed to understand. grabbing the knife he had thrown on the side as he cut it off.
"p-please m-minho plea-"
throwing your arms around his neck. his body pressed against yours as you tugged him closer. how did he even breathe with that on. you could feel his eyes on you. and you were sure he was thinking about it. whether to trust you. whether to do it.
"damn you really are....quite the thing"
you hadn't even realised he had pushed the mask up to his nose. just enough to kiss you.
"mmph-" his lips roughly pressed against yours. a slight tangy taste of blood. his tongue eager to explore your mouth. you kept your mouth opening, letting him lick into you.
"swallow."
he instructed after spitting into your mouth. you did as he said. a whimper leaving you as you kept your mouth open. he was smirking triumphantly.
but what you did next mustve have shocked him. you pulled the mask off completely. flinging it somewhere behind.
kissing him before he could react. legs wrapped tightly around his waist to prevent him from moving. you clenched down on him. slick coating his length.
"aah f-fuc mmhph" he groaned out, his gloved hand tangled in your hair to keep you away. for a split second, you opened your eyes.
you could see him.
the outline of his face.
the slope of his nose.
his cat-like eyes. lacking any emotion, only lust.
a few blood stains on his cheek.
his messy brownish red hair. he looked better than you had imagined.
like a god.
"you're really being real risky tonight, kitten" he panted out. you let out a content sound at the nickname.
"s-so pretty" you blabbered, holding his face. his eyes widening at the sudden compliment.
"..me?"
"yeah..gorgeous" you said more clearly. he let out a soft laugh.
sticking his tongue out and running it against your cheek. unconciously you giggled, trying to push him away.
it was ticklish.
"awww someone's ticklish" minho grumbled, you could see the smile threatening to show.
that was thrown out of the window as he thrusted in hard, kissing you like it was the last thing he'd do. his hand creeping around your neck. pressing down. to hold you in place.
.
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bet-on-me-13 · 6 months
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Cass joins Team Phantom
So, we all know how Cass escaped her terrible dad at the age of 8 right? And how she is adopted by Batman at the age of 16-17 right? Well, what happened in between that time?
Cass has been on the run for Years now. She is 13, and at this point she has been on the run for nearly half of her entire life. So it's really no wonder that when she finally got to a relatively safe place after weeks of little food, little rest, and constant attacks by her pursuers, she accidentally fell asleep.
She woke up in a nice comfy bed, in a room that looked like an Astronomy Geek's dream. Once the people who found her noticed she was awake, they explained what had happened.
Their son, a boy named Danny, had found her passed out in their Shed the previous day while cleaning up. He had quickly brought her in and offered his Room so she could rest comfortably.
Cass doesn't really trust them, and tries to run more than once, but her weeks of constant exhaustion have finally caught up with her and she is stuck staying with them until she is fit to leave.
And unfortunately for her, the Fentons are very Endearing.
By the time she is healthy enough to leave, she genuinely wants to stay. So they unofficially adopt her, letting her stay in their house and sharing a room with Jazz (Danny did kind of need his room back, and Jazz was a good sister like that)
She ends up going to the same school as Danny and ends up befriending both of his friends, Tucker and Sam.
The day of the Accident, Cass is right there alongside Tucker and Sam as the Portal kills Danny.
After the Accident, she is a great help in teaching him some calming routines and meditation techniques so he can get a handle on his Powers much easier.
They also find out that standing in front of a Portal as it rips reality apart is just as bad as being inside of it. They all end up extremely liminal and get Powers. Tucker has Technomancy, Sam has Plant Powers, and Cass gets Shadow Manipulation (or whatever you think fits her)
She is having the best time of her life, but unfortunately it can't last forever.
About 2 years after the Accident, the GIW get a lucky shot on Danny. They were using one of the inventions the Fenton's had made before the Reveal (which was a good one) one that made Ghost Powers weaker for easier capture. While it didn't hurt Danny too much, it did weaken him enough that he flickered into his Human Form for just long enough for the GIW Agents to see him.
Now with Danny's identity exposed, the GIW could track down the Identities of the Humans who had been helping him all this time, aka, Tucker, Sam, and Cass.
During a Raid on Fenton Works, they all got seperated somehow.
Danny got injured protecting the Team, and had to be rushed to the Ghost Zone by Jazz, a stray shot from the GIW blowing up the Portal behind them. They ended up in the Far Frozen, to get Danny fixed up.
Tucker was arrested and sent to prison for a little while before a glitch in his cells Security System allowed him an opening to use his Powers to escape.
Sam was chased out of the Town by the GIW and ended up in the Forest nearby. She had to use her Powers to run away, disappearing too deep into the Woods for the GIW to follow.
Cass managed to sneak out, and ended up trying to save Tucker on his way to prison. She failed though, and the GIW chased her all the way to New Jersey before loosing her trail.
This is how she ended up in Gotham, and got adopted by Bruce Wayne. But she would never forget her first Family, and would try for years to see if she could find where they ended up.
Potential Part 2? Maybe, I have some ideas...
What do you think?
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princessmaybank · 27 days
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Wet Dream
Pairings: Bsf!JJ x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Talking in sleep, Perv!JJ, somno (?), non-con oral (f & m receiving), talk about p in v, kissing, hickies daddy kink, etc
Summary: You were having a wet dream in front of JJ.
Authors Note: I hope you like this one!
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Y/N was laying on the couch, peacefully sleeping while I played on my phone, sitting in the chair across from her. Everyone else had gone to bed already or went home. Y/N and I were spending the night but she was supposed to sleep in the bed.
"Jayj..." She must be awake now. "What's up?" I never looked up from my phone, I waited for a response but it never happened. I glanced at her and saw that her eyes were still shut. She must have just gone back to sleep.
"Mmm Jayj..." I looked back over to her, but nothing. I'm assuming I'm just hearing things, especially because the room was silent for another 10 minutes.
"Mm yeah right there..." My cheeks flushed. I didn't know what to do, I don't think she remembers that I'm here. When I moved my eyes back to her body, she was still sleeping. "Yesss, jus-just like that." Was she having a wet dream..?
Fuck this is the hottest thing I've seen in a long time. But she is my best friend I can't act upon this. "Mmm" She was moaning and making some beautiful sounds. "Jayj, stop teasing.." My heart burst and my dick sprung up. She was having a wet dream, and I was in it.
My hand slowly met my dick through my shorts. I couldn't help but palm at myself while I watched her face and listened to every word she said. "your tongue is cold..." She moaned. It's crazy how well she's forming these little thoughts, but I'm so glad she's able to. I stroked myself slowly through my pants and bit my lip.
At that moment I had a beautiful idea. Was it wrong? Yes. Did I care? Not really. I walked over to her spot on the couch and put my hand on her thigh, underneath the blanket. I rubbed up and down gently. Luckily I've been around Y/N before when she sleeps. She can be a very heavy sleeper. I'm praying that's how she is today.
I flipped the blanket off her legs so it would sit on her torso. My hand went to her pajama shorts and moved them to the side, that's when I realized, she wasn't wearing panties. That's even better.
I needed to see if she was going to wake up or not so I dipped my head between her legs and gave her a small kitten lick. "Mmmm" Her moan scared me but she's still asleep, so I think I'll be okay to continue. Who am I kidding? I would've continued regardless.
My head found its way between her legs again. I started slowly licking stripes up her cunt. After a few good licks, I stopped on her clit. My lips wrapped around the sensitive bud and I sucked on it.
A gasp escaped from her lips but her eyes were still closed. It wasn't until she put her hand in my hair and started pulling, that I realized she was awake. "Fuck yes-don't stop- please..." She dragged out. It was my mission to make her cum now. My middle and ring fingers found their way into her hole. "oh fuck" She almost yelled before I put some fingers from my other hand in her mouth to shush her. "Gotta be quiet *lick* don't wanna get caught Y/N/N" I realized just exactly what I was doing when I said her nickname, but I couldn't stop now.
I tried my best to keep her quiet while pushing my fingers in and out of her noisy ass pussy. "Fuck Jayj- I think I'm gonna cum-" She said and I couldn't be happier. I stuck my tongue in her hole and used the fingers that were in there, to rub her clit in fast circles.
She was wiggling and made little shrieking sounds, so I knew she was close. I fucked her with my tongue a little faster until I felt her warm liquid spill onto it. "oh jay...." she moaned as her hand tugged at my golden locks.
I kissed up and down the inside of her thighs. Once she came down from her high, she came back to reality and gasped. She shot up, fixed her shorts and hid her body under her blanket. Y/N was all balled up in the corner of the couch just staring at me. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I wiped the side of my mouth with my thumb, clearly being a smartass.
I dodged the pillow that was thrown at my head and let out a giggle. "That's not very nice to do, especially after I just made you cum." Her cheeks turned red. "What were you doing?!" She nearly screamed. "Shhh, don't yell, we don't wanna wake up JB and Sarah." I shushed her. "Why did you do that JJ?" She questioned quietly this time. "You were begging for it!" I said and quickly realized when I saw her face that what I said came out bad. "No no no! Not like that! You were legitimately begging me. I heard you moaning my name, and you looked so pretty...I-Im sorry.." My hands flew to my face, I felt like such an asshole.
The next thing I knew I felt someone tugging at my shorts. A pair of hands moved mine away from my eyes and made me pull down my cargo shorts. "What are you doing?" I asked almost like she did earlier. "I can't be the only one to cum Jayj. Since you already made this a thing, I'm gonna at least finish you off so we are even instead of us never talking to each other again."
"You think we'd never talk to each oth-" She cut me off by wrapping her lips around my tip and slowly swirling her tongue around it. "ohhh fuck.." I rested my hand on her head and I tilted mine back and bit my lip. I lightly pushed my hand down to make her start bobbing up and down. "Mmm faster baby.." I didn't care about the nickname right now, I'm sure I'll call her some other things soon. When I asked her to speed up she did, and fuck it felt amazing. "Just like that- fuck just like that..." Y/N was going even faster, and apparently she didn't care about making too much noise...or a mess. There was so much spit on my dick I couldn't fucking think straight. This was the best head I've ever received and I haven't even cum yet. Well, I was about to. She reached down with one hand and played with my balls while the other was stroking some of my length. Most of it was in her mouth but when she needed a moment to breathe her hand had no problem taking over. "I'm almost there, fuck don't stop." My head fell back again.
"Cum for me daddy.." She said which caused me to whip my head up as I came in her mouth. It caught me so off guard, but it did help me cum. I watched as she swallowed my load. My best friend just sucked my dick and swallowed my cum...what the fuck is happening. "Feel better Jay?" She asked innocently while retrieving some toilet paper from the bathroom to clean me up. "So much better."
About 30 minutes later we were cuddling on the couch, setting up a movie. I sat up and she straddled my lap. "I think we need to talk." She said putting her arms around my neck. "I couldn't agree more." I smiled back, placing my hands on her ass. "But that's for tomorrow, let's have fun tonight." Her lips met mine. We moaned into each other's mouths as she grinded her hips downwards onto my dick. "Someone's not satisfied with my impressive pussy eating skills?" I giggled. "It was very impressive from what I was awake for, and you'll have another chance to impress me with that tongue, but I wanna see what that dick is capable of..." My eyes widened, not only did she say I would have another chance, but she also wanted me to dick her down. FUCK YEAH!
"Just gonna sit there with those googly eyes, or are you gonna take me to the bedroom and show me what you're made of bestie?" She taunted.
I picked her up and entangled our tongues once again before walking us to the bedroom.
After I closed the door we heard a loud "THANK YOU" come from John B and Sarah.
"I guess we were a little loud baby." I giggled when I set her down on the bed and crawled between her legs. "Sorryyyy" "Never said it was a bad thing baby..next time we are home alone, I promise to make you scream for me." I smirked and started attacking her neck, leaving only hickies behind.
"You're my bestest best friend ever." She moaned out as I stuck my dick in her. "Stop friend-zoning me, especially while I'm fucking you." I pushed in harder waiting for her to respond. "Fine. Fuck me harder! Fuck me until my legs shake Jayj! I'm all yours daddy!" I stopped what I was doing because she called me that name again. "And that's why I don't call you that! Fuck me Jayj!" She teased. "Call me daddy again..it's fuckin hot." I said as I slapped her ass. "Stick your huge fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me...daddy.."
I did as she asked. By the end of the night we were tired, sweaty, and definitely more than just besties.
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malfoycoffee · 6 months
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trouble in paradise
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pairing: drew starkey x reader
summary: the outer banks cast decides to go to bora bora for a vacation before season 4 filming starts.
warning: none
Bora Bora. The very name exuded enchantment. With its turquoise waters, overwater bungalows, and lush tropical beauty, it was a destination that felt more like a dream than reality. As you stood on the powdery white sands, the gentle waves lapping at your feet, you couldn't help but feel awestruck by the beauty of this place.
The trip was a gift, a week-long escape before the whirlwind of filming the highly anticipated fourth season of Outer Banks began. Your group of friends and co-stars from the show—Drew, Chase, Madelyn, Rudy, and Madison—was like a second family to you. You'd share the rollercoaster ride of fame together, forming bonds that ran deep.
But there was one person among your friends who had always occupied a special place in your heart—Drew Starkey. Drew had been your best friend since the very start of filming. You'd laughed together, cried together, and shared secrets that only the closest of friends could. Yet, somewhere along the way, feelings that ran deeper than friendship had grown between you two.
The first day on the island was pure magic. You and your friends laughed until your stomachs hurt, snorkeled among vibrant coral reefs, shared stories around a bonfire, and danced the night away at a beachside club. It was a time of relaxation and pure bliss.
But the real adventure began the next day when you and Drew decided to spend the morning exploring the island. You hiked up to a stunning viewpoint, capturing breathtaking views of the island's landscape and the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. It was a moment that took your breath away, and Drew's presence beside you made it all the more special.
The days that followed were filled with more adventures and unforgettable experiences. You went jet-skiing, explored hidden lagoons, and danced the night away at a beachside club. It was as if time had slowed down, and you relished every moment.
As the second to last night of your vacation approached, the group decided to have a night out at a local club. Music thumped, laughter filled the air, and the energy was electric. You found yourself dancing with your friends, and every now and then, a guy would try to strike up a conversation with you. But none of them could hold a candle to Drew, who watched you with an unreadable expression.
As the night wore on, Drew's jealousy became more apparent. You could feel his eyes on you, and it made your heart race. It wasn't like him to be possessive or controlling, but something about this situation was pushing him to his limits.
Eventually, Drew couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the dance floor, leading you to a quieter corner of the club.
"What's going on, Drew?" you asked, your voice laced with concern.
His jaw clenched, and he looked into your eyes with intensity. "I can't stand seeing all those guys hitting on you, (Y/n). It's driving me crazy."
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of surprise and frustration. "Drew, it's just harmless fun. You know I'm not interested in any of them."
He shook his head, his expression conflicted. "I know, but... it's hard for me to see you with someone else. Especially after everything that happened with your movie and Dylan."
Your heart sank as you realized the source of Drew's jealousy. Your recent romantic comedy film with Dylan O'Brien has garnered a lot of attention. Interviewers had probed about your chemistry with Dylan, and dating rumors had swirled on the internet. Drew had been watching from the sidelines, and it had clearly affected him more than he was letting on.
"Drew, you have nothing to worry about," you said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "The rumors were just that—rumors. And besides, you're my best friend."
He looked down at you, his eyes searching yours. "I know, (Y/n). It's just... I've realized something. I don't want to be just your best friend anymore."
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Drew's confession had taken you by surprise, and it left you at a loss for words.
Before you could respond, Drew excused himself, leaving you standing there, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
The next day, Drew was distant, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease between you two. The tension was palpable, and it cast a shadow over the remaining days of your vacation. You had never seen Drew like this, and you didn't know how to bridge the gap that had suddenly appeared between you.
On the last night of your vacation, you couldn't take it any longer. You needed to talk to Drew, to confront the feelings that had been left hanging in the air.
You found him in your hotel room, sitting on the balcony, gazing out at the moonlit ocean. You walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Drew," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "we need to talk."
He turned to you, his expression guarded. "About what, (Y/n)?"
You took a deep breath, your eyes locked onto the waves crashing on the shore. "About us, about what you said last night. I need to know what you meant."
Drew sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry for dropping that on you like that. It was unfair."
You nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation. "Unfair or not, I need to know. Do you want to be more than just friends?"
He looked at you, his blue eyes searching yours. "Yes, (Y/n). I do. I've felt this way for a long time, and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."
A rush of emotion washed over you, and you couldn't help but smile.
Drew reached out and took your hand in his, "Would you be my girlfriend, (Y/n)?"
You smiled and leaned into a kiss, "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."
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facioleeknow · 2 months
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Sweet firsts • Seo Changbin
Your boyfriend wants to try something new in the bedroom ;)
Wc: 722 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY
Tw: smut, unprotected sex, anal, plugs, squirting, anal fingering
Part of my valentine's day collab!
With your eyes closed, a sigh escaped your lips. Trying out new things was always nerve-wracking for you but the moment Changbin suggested you introduce ass play in the bedroom, both giving and receiving, a switch flipped inside you. Your boyfriend, being the gentleman he always is, had told you to think it through and not rush an answer. That night when going to bed you felt warm and excited. The more time passed the more you tossed and turned in your sheets and when you finally passed out of exhaustion a delicious dream about being in a very compromising position with Changbin jolted you awake. 
The next morning, you texted Changbin saying that his proposition seemed interesting and you were willing to try it. He replied with a simple “I'll take care of you well, my love <3” which made you rub your thighs and your panties stick to your core uncomfortably.
It all led you to your current position, on your back with your legs bent and in the air while Changbin was squeezing a generous amount of lube on a small plug. Your pussy was slick with arousal and swollen, your generous lover had spent what felt like an eternity lapping at your folds and sucking on your puffy clit. With his face buried between your legs, he inched his heavily lubed fingers near your other hole. Your breath hitched as his thumb pressed down on your ass and then slowly disappeared inside you. It was a strange feeling but not entirely unpleasant, it was intense. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, a string of whimpers came out of your mouth. 
His thumb came out of you and his index finger took its place. When he slowly started to move his finger, a sharp gasp echoed through the room. It ended in the most intense orgasm you had ever had. 
“What are you thinking about, baby? You're soaking,” Changbin’s voice brought you back to reality. His thick fingers gingerly ran through your folds.
“You,” you answered breathlessly. 
Changbin leaned down and gently kissed your knee.
“Are you ready?” 
“As ready as I'll ever be, Binnie”
His fingers once again spread the lube around and in your ass, eliciting a gasp from you. His other hand was spread on your lower belly, his thumb pressed down on your clit to distract you from eventual pain.
The small plug pushed against your tight ring of muscle and then slipped inside, settling itself inside you. The intense feeling came back and with it the throbbing in your pussy started again.
“Please Binnie fuck me, I can't take it anymore,” you whined at your boyfriend.
“Aw, how could I ever let my baby wait.”
His hand gripped your knee, the other around the base of his cock as he slid in easily.
“God, you're so wet baby” 
You keened. His thick cock filled you like nothing else and the added pressure that the plug offered was making you see stars.
Changbin's thrusts were slow and powerful, calculated even, to hit your g spot everytime he plunged into your heat.
The pleasure was building up faster than usual, and you found yourself cumming around Changbin's cock soon enough. Your pussy squeezed him tight.
“Bunny,” he moaned above you. His thrusts started to get quicker and more desperate, a sign that he was close too. 
A tear fell down your face as Changbin fucked you through your orgasm and beyond, threatening to send you over once again.
“Give me another one, bunny.” 
His left thumb pressed down on your clit, sparks flew through your whole body. His right hand went to your other hole and started delicately moving the plug inside you.
A weird pressure started building in your lower belly and a pleasure never felt before began to expand more and more. With one last thrust Changbin groaned and spilled his seed inside you. The feeling of his warm release sent you over the edge for the third time. The orgasm was the most intense of your life and had you gasping and screaming.
Warm, clear liquid shot out of your pussy and on your boyfriend's pelvis and bed underneath you.
Changbin chuckled excitedly.
“Wow, I should've asked you sooner.”
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mrs5sn0w · 4 months
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Serenade of Shadows
I : A Dance of Shadows -> II : Whisper of Deceit -> III : A Symphony of Heartbreak ->IV : Fractured Reflections -> V : Shadows of Allegiance -> VI : Echoes of Decent
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Young!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader
Warnings : Arranged marriage, HEAVY ANGST, unrequited love, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers
Reader's surname : Flare
Time frame: Before, during and after tbosbas
Synopsis : In the events of Panem's political dynamics and the 10th annual Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow and her find themselves entwined. Standing at the brink of an enforced union, 6 years later, their mutual trust unravels amidst a damaging misinterpretation, prompting Coriolanus to believe the wrong. As the glacial barriers guarding his emotions begin to melt, a revelation of profound feelings unfolds, initiating a sprint against time for redemption.
The grand ballroom of the Capitol glittered with opulence, a testament to the excesses of power and control. She, who was adorned in a gown of muted elegance, stood beside Coriolanus Snow, a man whose eyes reflected the iciness of the society that had moulded him.
The festivities, a celebration of their union, felt like a masquerade of emotions, each step a painful reminder of a love lost.
The dance floor beneath them, once a stage for shared dreams, now echoed with the hollow sounds of a fractured connection. Coriolanus, draped in indifference, turned to her with a gaze colder than the winter winds that swept through the Capitol.
"Do remember that our union is a political necessity, not a playground for your emotions." His words, sharp as a blade, cut through the remnants of her optimism, leaving wounds that bled with the anguish of unfulfilled promises.
"Coriolanus, please," she implored, her voice trembling with the weight of unspoken pain.
"Can't we find a way back to what we were?"
A scoff escaped his lips, a venomous edge to his tone.
"What we were is inconsequential. The Capitol demands sacrifices, and sentimentality is the first to go."
The cruelty in his words struck her like a physical blow. She felt a chasm widening between them, a chasm fueled by the Capitol's relentless demands and his willingness to succumb to its frigid embrace.
As the night wore on, the symphony of forced smiles and hollow conversations played on, but in the private moments between the grandeur, she attempted to breach the fortress of Snow's indifference.
“Can't you see that we're sacrificing more than just sentimentality?"
Her voice carried the echoes of a heart desperate to be heard, a heart that still clung to the fragments of a love that once defied the Capitol's constraints.
He turned to her, a sneer playing on his lips. "Love is a weakness, Flare."
The words, like acid, burned through her defences. He calls her by her last name, refusing to call by his.
The balcony, once a refuge for shared dreams, now became the stage for the unraveling of her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, the anguish of his callousness too much to bear.
"Why are you doing this, Coriolanus?" Her plea hung in the air, desperate for an answer that could stitch together the tattered remains of their connection.
He met her gaze with a steely resolve. “Don't be foolish to ask that question again and again. You know why.”
His indifference, a fortress that seemed impenetrable, shattered the last vestiges of her hope. The balcony, witness to the tender moments of their past, now bore witness to the agonizing dissolution of their bond.
"You're heartless, Coriolanus."
His laughter, cold and devoid of empathy, echoed through the balcony.
"Your sentiments won't change our reality. Accept it or suffer the consequences."
The finality in his words landed like a crushing blow. A love that had once defied the Capitol's chains now lay broken and discarded. The dance through time, a once graceful movement, had devolved into a painful and discordant rhythm, echoing the hollowness of their loveless marriage.
As the grand celebration continued below, she retreated into the shadows of her pain. The ballroom, aglow with the Capitol's decadence, became a theater for the tragic unraveling of their connection.
The night was far from over. The masquerade of their union continued, a relentless dance that forced them to confront the haunting melodies of a loveless marriage. Each step on the dance floor mirrored the jagged edges of their fractured connection.
She was a prisoner of her emotions, sought solace in the shadows. The whispers of the past intertwined with the discordant notes of the present, creating a symphony of heartbreak that reverberated through the ballroom.
Coriolanus, detached and composed, navigated the dance with the finesse of a puppeteer pulling the strings. His eyes, devoid of warmth, scanned the room with the calculated precision of a man who had embraced the callousness demanded by the Capitol.
In the quiet interludes between the grand movements, she attempted one more plea, a desperate hope that some shred of humanity remained within the man who had once been her confidant.
"Coriolanus, can't you see what this is doing to us? We're sacrificing more than just love; we're sacrificing our very souls."
He turned to her, his gaze an icy dagger that pierced through her vulnerability.
"Souls are a small price to pay for power. I suggest you learn to accept it."
The words, a proclamation of the Capitol's ruthless influence, left her breathless. She felt the weight of their union pressing down on her, a heavy burden that threatened to suffocate any lingering traces of hope.
As the grand celebration reached its climax, the dance through time descended into a chaotic frenzy of emotions. The ballroom, once a space of decadent revelry, now became a battleground for the remnants of their connection.
Coriolanus, unmoved by the turmoil within her, continued the dance with an air of indifference. The discordant notes of their fractured love played on, drowning out the music of the Capitol's triumphant fanfare.
In the dimly lit corners of the ballroom, her tears went unnoticed. The pain, too private to be displayed in the spotlight of the Capitol's scrutiny, carved deep trenches in her soul.
As the night drew to a close, she, a mere shadow of the woman she once was, found herself standing alone on the balcony. The Capitol, with its glittering facade, seemed worlds away from the desolation within her heart.
Coriolanus, his duty to the Capitol fulfilled, approached her with the calculated demeanor of a man who had shed the vestiges of sentimentality.
“Whatever it is we had it the past, don’t ever look for it, it won’t ever come back.”
His words, devoid of any flicker of remorse, echoed through the empty spaces of her heart. The dance through time had reached its bitter end, leaving behind the fragments of a connection that had crumbled under the weight of the Capitol's expectations.
With a final glance, Coriolanus Snow, now a stranger draped in the trappings of power, left the balcony, leaving her alone with the haunting melodies of a love extinguished. The Capitol's grandeur faded into the night, and she, standing on the balcony, felt the chill of isolation in the air.
As the Capitol slept, shrouded in the deceptive allure of power, she remained on the balcony, grappling with the ruins of her heart. The night, once a canvas for shared dreams, now stretched before her as an endless expanse of emptiness.
In the aftermath of the celebration, the opulent ballroom now lay silent, a stark contrast to the tumult within herself. The masquerade of their union had unveiled the harsh truth — she was entwined in a loveless marriage, a puppet in the Capitol's grand theater.
Alone in the sprawling bedroom, she found herself on the sofa, a cold and unwelcome piece of furniture that mirrored the frigid atmosphere that had settled between her and Coriolanus Snow. The grand bed, adorned with lavish silks and plush pillows, stood untouched, a stark reminder of the chasm that had grown between them.
Her wedding gown, once a symbol of celebration, now felt like a heavy shroud, constricting her movements as she navigated the unfamiliar space. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting an ethereal glow on the elaborate patterns of the carpet, each thread whispering tales of a union strained by the weight of Capitol expectations.
As she stepped into the bathroom, the opulence of Capitol excess confronted her. The glass-encased shower stood like a transparent witness to her vulnerability. She turned on the water, hoping its cascade would wash away the residue of the day's trials.
The door swung open, and Coriolanus Snow entered with a casual nonchalance.
His eyes, indifferent to her modesty, met hers in the reflection of the gleaming mirror. The involuntary shriek that escaped her lips was met with nothing more than an eye roll from him. He faced the mirror, a razor in hand, seemingly oblivious to the invasion of her privacy.
“Excuse me ? Do you mind giving me a bit of privacy ?” she protested, the words barely audible over the rush of water.
Coriolanus, razor against his jaw, spared her a fleeting glance, his response as cutting as the blade against his skin.
"You know, Flare, the Capitol may find your attempts at modesty amusing. But let's be clear, you're not even interesting to look at, even when you're trying."
In haste, she sheathed her body in a robe, a thin shield against the rawness of his indifference. The scent of expensive bath oils mingled with the palpable tension, creating an atmosphere that underscored the compromises demanded by the Capitol's opulent facade.
As the echoes of his cruel words reverberated in the room, she chose silence.
The night, meant to be a culmination of shared dreams and whispered promises, had transformed into a haunting symphony of solitude. The echoes of distant laughter from the Capitol's revelry reached her ears, a stark contrast to the silence within the grand room.
She gazed at the grand bed, its expanse an unspoken testament to the distance between her and the man she had once called a friend.
"You're sleeping at the Sofa" he hissed
As she settled onto the sofa, the cushions felt cold and unforgiving.
She gazed at the grand bed, its expanse an unspoken testament to the distance between her and the man she had once called a friend.
The refusal to share a bed, a symbolic rejection that echoed through the silence, carved a deep wound in her heart.
Tears welled in her eyes as she replayed the events of the wedding night—the vows exchanged without sincerity, the applause that masked the absence of genuine joy, and now, the solitude that defined her first night as Coriolanus Snow's wife.
The sofa offered little comfort, its unyielding surface a reflection of the emotional distance that had grown between them. She slept alone on the sofa, the grand bed bearing witness to the ache of a connection lost.
The first light of dawn painted the Capitol in hues of gold, but for her, it offered no warmth. The reality of her situation loomed larger than the grand structures that adorned the city. She descended from the balcony, her steps heavy with the weight of unshed tears.
Days turned into weeks, and the semblance of a life continued. The Capitol, indifferent to the personal tragedies within its glittering facade, carried on with its relentless demands. She, who was once a beacon of creativity, moved through the motions with a hollow gaze.
Coriolanus Snow, now consumed by the machinations of power, remained a distant figure in her life. The corridors of their grand residence echoed with a profound silence, a testament to the emotional chasm that separated them.
One evening, as the Capitol bathed in the twilight glow, she found herself in the Academy library, a place that once witnessed the blossoming of their connection. The shelves, lined with volumes of forgotten dreams, stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time.
In the quiet solitude of the library, Her fingers traced the spines of familiar books. Memories flooded back — shared laughter, whispered dreams, and the unspoken bond that had defined their youth. She closed her eyes, attempting to capture the fragments of a time when love still flourished.
Weeks turned into months, and the grand wedding, a distant memory, held no solace for her. The corridors of their residence, once filled with shared laughter, now echoed with the hollowness of a connection irreversibly fractured.
As the Capitol skyline glowed with artificial brilliance, she stood on the balcony, a silhouette against the backdrop of a city that demanded everything but love. The echoes of their past laughter lingered, mingling with the distant hum of Capitol life.
Coriolanus Snow approached, his gaze fixed on the sprawling expanse below. The balcony, once witness to their private moments, now served as a stage for the remnants of a connection that refused to be forgotten.
"The Capitol's demands grow more strict, could you stop acting all sad, asking attention from the public ? It’s pathetic, we must play our parts better, give the Capitol what they want so-” he remarked, his voice a detached melody that echoed through the night.
“So you can get more power ?” She scoffed
“What more do you want from the people now that you’re President ?”
A bitter smile played on her lips. "Our parts, Coriolanus, are nothing more than roles in a tragic play. The Capitol demands perfection, but it has no regard for the cost."
His gaze, cold and unyielding, met hers. "Cost is not important when compared to the splendour of power. You knew the rules when you entered this dance, Flare."
The balcony, bathed in the soft glow of Capitol lights, became the theater for a final act. She was weary and disillusioned then locking eyes with Coriolanus Snow — a man she once loved, now a stranger draped in the trappings of power.
"Coriolanus, I once believed in a world beyond the Capitol's expectations. But we are prisoners, dancing to a tune composed by a heartless regime."
His laughter, devoid of warmth, cut through the night. "Prisoners, perhaps, but also architects of our destiny. Embrace the role, or be swept away by the currents of irrelevance."
The question hung in the air, a heavy cloud of unspoken tension settling over the room. Her voice, though calm, carried a subtle edge as she uttered words that dared to touch the forbidden.
"Would it be different if she was the one to marry you?"
Coriolanus Snow, his features frozen in an icy mask, felt the room temperature drop several degrees. The mere mention of Lucy Gray Baird, the elusive victor of the 10th Annual Hunger Games, was like a sharp dagger thrust into the depths of his guarded emotions.
His eyes, usually cool and composed, flared with a sudden anger that he struggled to conceal.
"You dare bring her up?" The words hissed through clenched teeth, each syllable dripping with a venomous disdain that seemed to materialize from the depths of his resentment.
Though she was well aware of the sensitivity of the topic, pressed on with a quiet determination. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the weight of unspoken histories loomed.
"She's the one you cheated the Games for, isn't she? The girl you loved and then conveniently let disappear,"
she continued, her voice unwavering despite the storm brewing in his gaze.
A cruel laugh escaped him, devoid of any genuine mirth.
"You think you know anything about her? About us?"
The tension crackled in the air as he paced, the room feeling suddenly too confined. His anger, a turbulent undercurrent, sought an outlet in biting words.
"Let me make something clear, Flare. Lucy Gray was never meant for someone like you to understand. She was extraordinary, and you…"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over her form with a disdain that cut through the air.
"You're just a pale imitation, desperately clinging to a reality you can't grasp."
Though wounded by his words, she refused to back down.
"And yet, you married me. So, why don't you tell me, Snow ? Would it be different if she was the one standing here in this lavish room, wearing this elaborate dress, playing the part I am assigned ? "
His eyes, stormy and unforgiving, locked onto hers.
"Maybe she would have had the decency not to bring up the past to throw your own indiscretions in your face."
The words hung in the air, an unspoken challenge between them. The room, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to the unraveling of a carefully constructed facade, revealing the cracks beneath the surface of their strained union.
Undeterred by the venom in his words, Seraphina met Snow's stormy gaze with unwavering determination. She fought back, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.
"If Lucy Gray was so extraordinary, then why is she not here ? If she really loved you, wouldn't she have stayed ? Or maybe, she vanished because she realized what a heartless, cold creature she had involved herself with."
Her words, a counterattack fueled by the fire of her own pain, struck at the heart of his defenses. Snow's stoic facade wavered for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability surfacing in his icy eyes.
"You want to believe in a love that never wavered, but you're deluding yourself. Lucy Gray saw through you, just as I do now," she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
The room felt like a battlefield of emotions, each word exchanged a weapon aimed at the other's vulnerabilities. Seraphina pressed on, refusing to let his harsh words break her spirit.
"And here we are, in this grandiose room, in this sham of a marriage. You can't escape the fact that I am your wife, Coriolanus, and no matter how much you resent it, I'm not going to disappear like Lucy Gray."
A bitter smile played on her lips, a mix of defiance and resignation. The Capitol lights outside seemed to dim in comparison to the intensity of their verbal clash. The echoes of their unraveling union reverberated in the silence that followed.
The room, once a symbol of their forced unity, now stood witness to the fractures that no extravagant facade could conceal. She turned away from the balcony, leaving Snow to grapple with the lingering echoes of her words and the stark reality of their entangled fates.
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infrunamie · 8 months
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"I love you [name]." the man stated, kicking a stone on the side walk.
"oh my god, shut up, you're drunk."
"I'm serious," he turned his head to look at you, a pout evident on his features. "and I'm not drunk."
"really now? then why am I here." you rolled your eyes, heart still being tugged by his words.
"because I missed you [name], my heart aches when you aren't here." he tried to grab your hand, dangling from your side as your heartbeat thrummed in your ears.
at the touch you pulled your away, "how many times have we been over this, you can't love me. you're already married to someone-"
"against my free will! you know I'd pick you a thousand times over so why can't we just-"
"stop this." you said lowly stomach getting queasy. your head hurt, you hurt. the pain of him being so close yet so far away becoming an unwelcome yet, familiar feeling. there is no happy ending for someone like you.
he clasped to your hands, stopping your walk back to the palace. "[name] let's run away, we can go somewhere no one can find us! leave this shit behind and start a new life, the one we've always dreamed of-"
"this "shit", is your destiny, ——, the moment you were born you spent your whole life training to be king. we can't just up and leave the day before your coronation." you sigh, throat tightening staring into his wide watery eyes. his voice wavers, "I love you [name], I can't breathe when you aren't near."
you place a kiss on the top of his forehead, "I know baby, I know. and I love you too but we can't. maybe if my family weren't a bunch of common farmers we could." you take a few steps back, realizing you overstepped your boundaries.
he couldn't hold it back anymore, heart shattering wails escaped his throat, echoing around the once bustling marketplace. "I can't— I can't lead this country without you [name]." the crown choked on sob as he screwed up his face, anguish clouding his features.
you plastered a wobbly smile on your face, even though the quiver of your bottom lip betrayed you. "c'mon, you're acting like I'm dying." you joked but your mellow tone betrayed you. "stop joking around [name]. I'm serious! this all means nothing without you! I couldn't give one damn about this stupid crown, I didn't ask for this!" he yelled, wiping his runny nose on his sleeve, an old habit he had since he was young.
"fine, I'll humor you, say we do get together. what would other people think? the crown prince getting with a cheap cattle farmer whos not even a woman at that. what kind of image would that put on you?" you lace your hands with his looking down at the stark contrast between your attires.
you wearing frayed pants with dirt and rips, your shirt being to big, and shoes worse for ware. his beautiful silks, herbal scent, and cleanliness putting the two of you on different sides of the spectrum.
"like I give one damn about what they think. I'm the king, I can do whatever the hell I please." he darkly chuckles. "they're nobles, I'm the crown, I'm the king. they do not tell me who I can or cannot marry-"
the bell interrupted, signaling the sun coming up. it'll be soon before they realize the king isn't in his bed chambers. "we have to go now," you said taking a step back releasing his hands. his heart dropped, "no, no [name] wait! please I can't be without you." he sobbed reaching out to you.
oh how you so dearly wanted to hug him and tell him that it'll be okay and that you love him, but you can't. the marvelous castle in the background giving you a reality check.
he gazed at you with hopeful watery eyes, the rickety, farmers market in the back slowly coming back to life. people rushed in from all round you, the sea of people making it harder to stand near each other. the old cloak you gave him thankfully masking his identity.
"[name] don't go! there's still so much more I need to say!" he rushed towards you, heart clambering in his ribcage. he shoved past the random civilians in an attempt to catch you.
but he was to late, so close yet so far, "your highness!" a soldier on patrol stood in front of him. "there you are, are you alright? please, come this way." your figure slowly retreating into the crowd of people.
eren, GOJO, GETO, childe, kaeya, KEIGO, aki, yoshida, JOHNNY JOESTAR, MISTA, hobie, BAKUGOU, todoroki, your faves.
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ellebakers · 11 months
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☆ Still love you (+18)
Chad meeks martin x reader.
Summary : You're chad's first love, the one he had before liv, you also survived the woodsboro massacre but since that event you've been doing everything you can to escape reality even if it means destroying yourself and chad can't stand it.
Warnings : Sex, mention of death, blood, language.
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everything was better before.
you have always lived in woodsboro, within a warm and loving family. you went to school all year with the same group of friends. tara carpenter, wes hicks, amber freeman, mindy and her brother chad meeks martin.
you have always been closer to chad, wes and amber, indeed wes has always been your confidant, the one to whom you talked about your problems and to whom you confided your secrets. amber your sidekick, the one with whom you did all your first times like your first cigarette, your first hangover and many other things you weren't proud of.
and chad, he was your best friend then your first boyfriend, your first love, the one to whom you gave your virginity and who gave you his.
everything was perfect, until the day your mother gale weathers received a job offer in new york.
you had to say goodbye to your friends, to your love to go and live elsewhere.
at first, your father followed you, but he couldn't handle life in a big city, so he left your mother to go back to live in woodsboro. why didn't you follow him ? well because of chad. when you moved to new york, you tried to make things work, you called each other, he came on certain weekends and you went to his house when you could, but the distance got the better of your relationship. little by little you lost this link, you no longer had anything in common so breaking up was the best decision. then some time later he posted on social media with his new girlfriend liv. so you preferred to stay with your mother and start a new life. apart from your friends and your father, you didn't care about anything in woodsboro.
until the day when wes called you to tell you that tara had been assaulted by someone wearing the ghostface mask. you didn't hesitate a minute and you ran to your childhood town.
the reunion with chad was embarrassing. just like meeting his girlfriend. but that wasn't what hurt you the most, no. what destroyed you was the brutal death of your father, that of your best friend wes and for the grand finale you discovered that the person you trusted the most was responsible for these deaths. amber, your best friend murdered your father and she was responsible for wes' death. she looked you straight in the eye, she told you how she killed your father, then she stabbed you multiple times, watching you bleed out on her kitchen floor.
she didn't do it alone, of course, richie, samantha carpenter's boyfriend was her accomplice and obviously her secret boyfriend. you managed to survive thanks to your mother, your godmother sidney, samantha and tara who killed richie and amber.
———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———
this was all a year ago. a lot of things have happened since. you went back to new york with your mother to try to mourn your father. you had graduated and had been accepted to blackmore university just like tara, mindy and chad.
samantha had also moved to town, she lived in an apartment not far from campus with her sister and a girl named quinn. mindy lived on campus with his girlfriend anika and chad also lived on campus with his roommate ethan.
between your mother and you things have changed since despite what she had promised, she had written a fucking book about what happened while writing shit about your friends.
that's why you decided to take an apartment not far from sam and tara.
but despite your new life and the fact that you and chad became closer and closer, you felt empty. every night you dreamed of your father's death. and every night you woke up screaming and crying.
for months you felt like shit. but during a party you found a way to sleep well. thanks to drugs.
your dealer’s name was jordan, he was a guy who was in your history class. he gave you some smoking plants and you had the best night in months, so you went back and bought some over and over again so much that now when you feel a nightmare coming you wake up and take a few puffs to sleep well.
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this party was really bad, but the alcohol was flowing and your drinking partner. tara. was full of energy and she wasn't about to let you go. not now.
"i need another drink." informed you the brunette before leaving in the direction of the kitchen to reload.
you scanned the crowd for a certain boy. but you were very quickly disappointed when you found him leaning against a wall, a pretty redhead under his arm making puppy eyes at him. you took a last sip of your glass and headed for the dance floor.
you were dancing alone when jordan approached you, your mood lit up seeing him.
"jordyyyyyy." you exclaimed jumping at him.
he laughed and pushed you lightly. "oh oh i know someone who is drunk."
you rolled your eyes. "absolutely not."
he approached your ear and whispered to you. "i have brand new merchandise."
you bit your lip and nodded, whispering back. "you know i'm always a taker."
from the outside, it looks like you're talking about something hot. like two students who proposed a sex session.
at least that's how chad felt and his hand tightened around his can even more, he wasn't paying any attention to what the redhead was saying to him. all that was on his mind was how close this guy was to you and how you bit your lip as he whispered something in your ear. he felt his blood boil as you took this guy's hand, guiding him upstairs.
"chad are you listening to me."
without even looking at the girl he intended to fuck in the bathroom, he answered her. "no." then he went in the same direction as you.
once upstairs, he tried to open all the doors, but they were all locked and moans were heard in each one. he was trying to recognize your voice but he couldn't.
the fact that you could be one of this moaning girls made him want to vomit. not imagine you moaning, no, it was imagining a guy other than him making you moan that made him sick.
suddenly he froze when he heard your laughter in the bathroom. he put his ear to the door to listen.
"i promise you y/n, this guy was hot, but he lasted like three seconds."
your laugh made chad smile, he hadn't heard you laugh in a long time.
"i know what it is, don't worry."
jordan laughed in turn. "go ahead and explain. i have just entrusted you with my worst hookup, it's up to you now."
he knew he shouldn't be listening, but curiosity pushed him to press his ear even closer to the door.
"okay. It was like two years ago. my mom was at a social party. i was bored to death and one of the waiters was flirting with me so i ended up letting him fuck me in the storeroom except. he came in like two thrusts and moaned oh shit, yes i’m your little slut."
your dealer burst out laughing throwing his head back. "oh fuck. will we ever find a handsome and talented guy in bed."
you took a puff of your magic cigarette before turning to jordan. "i had found him. chad, my first love."
"oh oh chad like your buddy chad." you nodded. "yeah, he was my first boyfriend and obviously my first time. i never loved anyone else after him. and believe me, i slept with a lot of guys after our breakup however, i never had so many orgasms with them, whereas when chad and i did it, he didn't give me a minute of rest ."
jordan clapped a hand against his chest. "y/n stop otherwise i'll come down and fuck him myself."
you rolled your eyes. "he's probably already busy with the pretty redhead he had under his arm earlier."
jordan shook his head. "listen even if he's good in bed, he's dumb. if i had an ex as hot as you, i'd do anything to get her back."
chad didn't know what to do. he felt the blush rise to his cheeks, not only had you never loved after him but you confessed that he was the best sex of your life.
he widened his eyes when he heard you say. "i want to fuck now."
jordan cleared his throat. "oh uh, that's really cool, but you know i like guys then." you burst out laughing and nudged his shoulder. "i'm not talking about you jordan. i just want to fuck that's all."
he laughed in turn. "i'm sure you can find a guy or a vibrator. anyway. i'll go." you got up from the bathtub where you were. "wait, how much do i owe you for this ?" he shook his head. "nothing at all, a little magic cigarette from time to time is good."
chad frowned. you were on drugs.
he didn't have time to hide, jordan opened the door and came face to face with him. the dealer turns to you. "oh chad." you pulled out the joint you were smoking and groaned when you saw him. "shit."
he pushed aside to let jordan pass and he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him, sticking his back to it. he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you. "if you're looking for a free bathroom for your antics with the pretty redhead, there's one downstairs i think." you put on a fake smile and looked at your reflection in the mirror to fix the mascara that had run due to the heat.
"since when do you do this ?" he asked you.
you didn't even try to deny or avoid the question, you kept removing the mascara using a cotton ball you had found and water. "since i wake up every night screaming after dreaming of my father's death." you dropped it so naturally that he was seized with shivers. he straightened up and approached you. "what ?"
you caught his eye in the mirror and shrugged. "when I'm not dreaming of my father's death, i'm dreaming of wes' death or what amber did to me, so. what you saw me smoked helps me sleep without waking me up screaming and crying."
he turned you to him and put his hands on your hips. "why didn't you tell me, i could have helped."
"and how huh ? by coming to tuck me in. by reading me a story."
he paused, considering what to say. then he took your face in his hands and ran his thumb over your lips. "like that." he leaned down and put his lips against yours. instinctively you put your arms around his neck and kissed him back. he gently passed his tongue against your lips to ask permission to enter. you gave it to him as you opened your mouth and your tongues danced until you had to push each other to breathe.
"it works quite well."
he rested his forehead against yours and stroked your cheek with his thumb. "so stop taking that shit."
you closed your eyes and exhaled. "chad, i have no other solutions."
he nodded. "you have other solutions. i just showed you one."
you growled and pushed you away from him to turn towards the mirror. "and what am I supposed to do ? call you every time in the middle of the night so that you come and kiss me and then leave. it will be useless because in any case i find myself alone in this apartment ."
he leaned his chest against your back and pushed your hair over one shoulder to gain access to your neck. he gave it a few kisses before putting his chin up and looking at you in the mirror.
"you don't have to be alone. i can stay with you."
he put his hands around your waist and you put your hand on his. feeling him against you reassured you.
"that's when you're going to tell me that's what friends do. isn't it."
he rested his mouth on your neck but instead of kissing it he sucked it lightly, which forced you to bite your lip to keep you from moaning. after all these years he still knew where your sensitive spot is.
he lifted his mouth slightly. "i think we know you like me that we are more than friends."
he ran one of his hands over your breasts sensually, made you arch your back, he took advantage of the fact that you weren't wearing a bra to take one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, made you moan. your dress was so thin that you felt like you were naked under his hands.
"i still love you. you know it y/n, you always knew it."
"chad." you whispered. as he continued to play with your now hard nipples, he reached his other hand between your thighs and stroked you gently but adding pressure. that drove you crazy. you needed him and now.
he turned you around stopping his gestures on your body and kissed you. he picked you up gently and placed you on the sink.
"baby if only you knew how much i pictured us like this." he whispered against your mouth. "you, sweating and begging me to keep going. and me, deep inside you. for years i couldn't stop thinking about us, the way our bodies fit perfectly together. the way you arched your body every time that i was hitting that sweet spot."
he was going to kill you, not only with his words but also by his lack of caresses. "chad touch me please."
he smiled against your mouth and without warning, he tore your panties and inserted a finger inside you. the pleasure was such that you arched your back and moaned louder, louder than with any other guy.
"tell me that you also thought of us."
you gasped as he inserted a second finger. writhing in pleasure you grabbed his top and pulled him against your lips. he kissed you with such fervor that your whole body burst into flames.
"all the time." you whispered against his mouth.
he withdrew his fingers and pushed himself away. you were about to complain but he got down on his knees and took your thighs which he pulled to bring you closer to the edge of the sink, taking care not to let you fall. you understood very quickly what he had in mind.
he spread your thighs, put one of your legs on his shoulder and he started what he had wanted to do for too long. he began by leaving kisses inside your thigh while going up, made you shiver.
you slipped a hand behind his head to guide him, impatient because you knew what he was capable of with his mouth.
he looked at you one last time, admiring the girl he was in love with then he plunged his head between your legs and inserted his tongue into your pussy.
you arch your back and moan his name. "chad. fuck keep going." you continued to moan louder and louder as he sucked, licked and shoved his tongue in.
hearing you moan made him harden, he was so hard that he had to palm himself through his jeans to relieve himself a little. it was sure that he was going to cum without you even touching him. just with the sounds you made.
when your moans became louder and louder he understood that you were going to cum so he continued to devour you until you reached orgasm.
once done. he got up and kissed you. you slipped a hand between the two of you and started to undo his belt but he pushed your hands away. you frown. "why ?" he smiled at you. "i heard what you said a little earlier. that you wanted to fuck, so here's what i'm going to do. i'm going to take you back to your apartment and fuck you until morning."
and chad was a man of his word. he had actually walked you home and then he had fucked you in all the positions he had imagined you in and on every surface of your apartment, from the kitchen, to the dining room table, to the sofa and to the bedroom. put it all to bed until morning. and the short time you slept, you didn't have a single nightmare.
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Okay, you write the most delicious smut, so I think the plus-size reader is watching Cassian and Azriel spar and gets lost in her imagination about what they could do to her. And the duo finds out (maybe from Rhys), and one night at dinner, they offer to make her dreams reality. If you already have something like this in mind, please feel free to ignore it. I just think Az and Cassian would be down bad for a plus-size reader 🙂
Take it | Azriel & Cassian (I)
Azriel x Cassian x Plus Size Reader
Rhysand's playing Cupid and his meddling has you experiencing something you never would have thought possible.
Warnings: Mature content (18+) mild violence, mature language, illusions to smut (smut in part 2)
PART II
MASTERLIST - 1 and 2
I knew I should have skipped training today.
From the moment Mor told me that she wasn't attending, that Feyre wouldn't be coming either and that I was alone with Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel- I knew I should have skipped.
Because now I was here, the scorching sun beaming down over my sweating skin, the barren wind a bare caress through my damp pleated hair- and my eyes unwavering upon the two Illyrian males before me.
Sparring.
"C'mon Azriel," Cassian taunted, hazel eyes gleaming with mischief as he danced around the Shadowsinger, his arrogant demeanour so at odds with Azriel's still, quiet form. "Don't tell me you're already tapping out."
Azriel smirked, the smallest tilt of his lips and I felt a shiver trace down the curve of my spine, watching as his powerful thighs rippled with every step he took, scarred hands angled out before him- waiting.
"And miss all the fun?" He mused softly, head cocking, a purely predatory move and the laugh that escaped Cassian was rough as if the banter between them made this all the more exciting.
It didn't usually affect me like this, I didn't usually feel such a strong, visceral response to the two of them. Yes, they were both unbelievably gorgeous and yes, I enjoyed watching them as much as any female did.
But it never affected me as much as it did right now, as strongly as it did from the moment I stepped onto the rooftop and greeted them. It had been hard to deny how my body felt then and it was even worse now.
Especially with them like this- shirtless, sweating, muscles rippling, powerful wings splaying wide, and taunts being thrown between them that made my thighs clench.
I pressed my back into the jagged wall behind me, anchoring myself down with the bite of the concrete against my skin, cutting in through the thin material of my legging and top. The shield I'd erected around me rippled, my emotions overwhelming my control over my magic.
Cassian grunted- raw and grumbling as he swung a fist out aimed for Azriel's rib but was swiftly blocked by a scarred hand shielding close to his tanned skin. Azriel gritted his teeth, his free hand slamming forward, palm connecting brutally with Cassian's shoulder, sending him stumbling back a few steps.
Cassian grinned, feral.
Azriel's eyes narrowed, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.
And the wetness between my thighs grew and grew, the throbbing ache now incessant, so strong that no matter how hard I clenched my thighs shut it did nothing to quell the need. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, my body thrumming the longer I watched them.
A deep grunt, a rough, taunting laugh, bodies colliding, wings erected high, sweat and blood over perfect tan skin, trailing down corded muscle and carved abs. Movement so fast that I forced myself not to blink in case I missed something, fighting so intense it was impossible to look away.
And a heat coursing through my body so forcefully I felt like I was going to explode.
'What do we have here?' A voice crooned through my mind, a voice like starlight and I jolted at the intrusion, 'The shield can hide the smell of your arousal, Y/N, but it can't hide the lust in your eyes.'
"Rhys," Cassian grinned, canines bearing to show the blood coating his teeth, and Azriel laughed softly as the male wiggled his brows, eyes upon our High Lord as he stalked in. "Care to join the fun?"
Rhysand smirked, a lazy sight, ringed hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks and my body grew hot, mortification filling me as his long legs brought him closer to where I stood. His violet eyes flash to me- knowingly.
"I think Y/N might be more interested in joining actually," Rhysand mused, his tone dripping with amusement and teasing, and I felt my eyes narrow irately as I glared up at him. "I'm sure she could take it."
My hands clenched as Rhysand's smirk grew, pearly teeth peeking through, seeing how my throat bobbed when Cassian and Azriel both glanced at me expectantly, panting.
"Alright angel," Cassian winked, and I managed a strained smile, feeling my cheeks growing unbearable hot- and Rhysand laughing through my mind. "You're sparring next."
'If only he knew that this wasn't the kind of sparring you were interested in,' Rhys taunted through my mind and I felt his claws racking down my mental shields, so strong I clenched my jaw to stop myself from snarling at him.
'Fuck off, Rhys' I sent a shock of my power through my mind and Rhysand's spine straightened beside me, though that smirk never once left his lips. 'I don't know what you're even talking about.'
'No?' He muses and I roll my eyes as his shoulder brushes mine, my body so stiff as I grab hold of my water bottle, my fingers shaking and weak as I uncap the lid. 'So, you're not having some very naughty thoughts about my General and Spymaster right now?'
'No,' I gritted out mentally, hating how I was falling for the bait, hating that he could see just how caught off guard I was. My eyes flutter as Azriel grumbles, shadows coiling around his lean waist and broad shoulders as he and Cassian circle each other. 'No, I'm not.'
Another rumbling laugh through my mind, a brush of Rhysand's shoulder against me, and the water bottle shakes in my hand as I bring it to my mouth, needing to distract myself desperately.
The mouth of the bottle touches my lip, the lukewarm water just barely tracing my tongue- and then my mind shifts.
And the images leak in.
Scarred hands cupping my breasts, toying with my hard nipples.
Canines scrapping my pulse point, my fingers curled around silken locks of dark hair.
I hear myself moaning as a head slips between my soft thighs, my eyes clenching shut as I rock my hips against the skilled tongue, back arching when another mouth finds purchase around my taut nipple.
I'm trapped between those two magnificent, corded bodies, massive wings shielding our nakedness- but I feel every touch, every kiss, every whispered praise as they worship me.
"Y/N!"
Another blink and the images are gone from my mind, replaced by the world around me again. And three pairs of eyes on me- all of them wide, unblinking, worried as they watch me.
"What happened, sweetheart?" Azriel breathes, chest rising and falling fast as he sucks in air, and I trace over the dark whorls covering his skin as I blink away the thoughts. "Are you okay?"
"I'm uh- I'm fine," I clear my throat, skin burning with heat and that embarrassment only grows when I spot my water bottle dropped at my feet, water already drying up on the concrete. Rhysand snickers as I swiftly reach down and grab it and my hands tremble as I hold it to my chest.
'You should tell them what you want, Y/N,' Rhys mutters through my mind and when I glance sideways at him, he merely smiles, bland and natural, as if he wasn't currently wading through my thoughts. 'They'd be more than happy to make it happen.'
"I think I'm done for today, boys," I manage a small smile, as I turn to grab my training bag at my side, glad for the reprieve from their eyes, even if I felt them wholly on my back. "Too fucking hot out."
'Y/N,' Rhysand called through my mind again, and the teasing was gone- replaced by something sincere.
'They won't be interested,' I hiss back, a lump lodging in my throat as I turn toward the males behind me, still standing watching me. ' I'm not going to embarrass myself by saying something.'
"I thought you wanted to spar?" Cassian raises a dark brow at me, hazel eyes watching carefully as I walk past Rhysand, not sparing him a second glance. "I'll go easy on you if you're scared, angel."
"Didn't she kick your ass last time, Cass?" Rhysand snorted, and I watched Azriel's lips tilt into a full-blow smile, a breathtaking sight as Cassian rolled his eyes, grinning as he flipped off the male behind me.
'You're lying to yourself if you think they're not interested in you,' His voice made me grit my teeth, my back steeling as I inched toward the door. ' Why don't you just find out?'
"Don't rough each other up too bad," I chuckle, ignoring the ache in my chest as I glance between the three of them, ignoring Rhysand's claws in my mind, "Seeing your pretty faces is the best part of my day."
Cassian grins, winking fiendishly at me.
Azriel smiles, red tinting his cheeks.
And Rhysand just cocks his head- almost as if to say see, I told you so.
I turn on my heel, my smile fading as soon as my back is to them and I'm walking toward that exit.
'Drop it, Rhys,' I warn, letting him feel how utterly serious I was, 'I mean it.'
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'You're lying to yourself if you think they're not interested in you.'
Rhysand didn't know how wrong he was.
It was kind of him, sweet even, to say that two males as beautiful and perfect as Azriel and Cassian would have any interest in me, any sexual desire- even if it couldn't be further from the truth.
Not when I didn't hold a candle to Mor, who they both wholly desired, whose face and body and beauty were incomparable, something that I couldn't have, have never had, not in a million years.
And not when in all the years I've known them, neither of them have ever looked at me the way they look at her- with true lust. No desire, no primitive focus, no carnal need, I was their little sister, the female they loved but could never love like that.
I swallow down that bitter dose of reality as I make my way through the silent corridors of the House of Wind, my heels clinking against the smooth floor, as I get closer to the dining room. There's no sound in the house, unusual for this time of day.
I run my hands down the soft silk dress I wore, the dark green material clinging to my waist before cascading down my thighs, stopping mid-calf. It was more effort than I usually bothered with for dinner with the court, but Rhysand had insisted.
'A special dinner' he had said in his note 'Never hurts to dress up and celebrate our family.'
But as I turn the corridor, pushing past the ajar dining room door- it doesn't seem like much of a celebration.
"Y/N," Cassian greets, smiling over his broad shoulder at me, the material of his black shirt melding perfectly to every hard inch of him. I take a few tentative steps into the room and his eyes grace down my figure, over the dress I wore.
"Hey Cass," I mutter, brow furrowing as I take in the two glasses of red wine, a third sat empty and clean beside them and only three chairs surrounded the oak table Cassian stood before. "Where is everyone?"
My body shivers when something dances around my right ankle, the touch unbearably soft and I giggle when I glance down, noticing the shadow that wreathed around my calf, inching higher up my dress.
"Feyre's cycle started so Rhys is looking after her," Cassian said, wincing in a way that told me he was thankful not to be a female enduring that kind of pain. An amused snort came from behind me, and I didn't need to turn to know that it was Azriel, could feel his quiet scrutiny and recognise it anywhere. "And Mor and Amren had some Hewn City crap to deal with."
"So much for dressing up and celebrating the family," I mumble taking a few steps forward, and when Azriel places his large hand on the small of my back, I feel the touch through every inch of my body. I swallow, glancing over my shoulder at him, meeting those bright hazel eyes.
"It's just us three tonight," Azriel muses lowly, and my dress feels like a non-existent barrier between his hand and my back, his scarred thumb brushing soft circles there. "Is that alright Y/N?"
"Y-yes," I mentally curse myself for the stutter, my cheeks blazing when Azriel's lip tilts into a bare smirk, his eyes glancing to Cassian and gleaming with something dark. I clear my throat, managing a strained smile, "Me and my two favourite Illyrian males, should be fun."
"We won't tell Rhysand you said that" Cassian winks and I grin as Azriel leads me forward, his hand still on my back, burning and igniting my skin, guiding me to the chair- he pulls it out for me, his touch gentle as he helps me take a seat and tucks me in.
"He's my favourite High Lord though, so it's fine," I tease, waving a dismissive hand and I try to force myself to be calm and at ease as Azriel and Cassian take the two seats in front of me, their powerful bodies so foreboding as they settle into the chairs.
"Feyre's my favourite High Lady, Mor's my favourite blonde," I prattle on, ignoring their intense stares as I fiddle with my hands in my laps, trying to babble through my unease. "And Amren's my favourite short, angry person."
"We definitely won't tell Amren you said that" Cassian snickers and I release a tight breath of relief when Azriel begins to pour me a glass of wine, his eyes locking with mine as he hands it to me- my hand brushes his and I swear something flashes through his eyes at the contact.
"Thank you," I whisper, and I don't waste a second before bringing the glass to my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as I tip my head back, the bittersweet liquid sliding down my throat, and I keep drinking until it's all gone.
I feel the tingle the alcohol induces instantly, fae wine so much stronger than the regular stuff and it's exactly the kind of buzz I needed right now, the kind that distracted me from the way my body felt when in the same room as these two males.
I bring the glass back down to the table with a clink and only then do I realise the tense silence in the room. I blink away the haze, and when my eyes meet Cass and Az again, I'm surprised by the look on their faces.
Their eyes are dark, wholly dark- and zeroed in on my lips, watching every breath and move with predatory focus.
"Is-is there something on my face?" I raise a brow, chuckling uncomfortably and when I lift a hand insecurely to my mouth, Cassian releases a tight exhale, shifting in his seat so that he's leaning back, long legs and strong thighs spread under the table.
"No, you're okay," Azriel shakes his head, beautiful face soft with contemplation, though the darkness never leaves his eyes, the emotion behind them that I can't seem to decipher as he stares at my lips still. "That's a pretty shade of red, is all- don't you think so Cassian?"
"Definitely," Cassian mumbles roughly in agreement, a lazy smile pulling at his lip as he takes a long sip from his glass, his tongue flicking out to lick off the wine gathering there- and the sight was more provocative than it should have been. "Red might just be your colour, angel."
"Thanks, uh- it was a present from Mor for Winter Solstice," I swallow thickly, fighting the urge to grab the wine bottle and chug from it. "She said it was one of the most popular shades, I can't remember the name, but I thought it was funny to call it blowjob red."
Cauldron, the air shifts so fast, so severely at those words- blowjob red.
The second I say it it's like the darkness in their eyes, the intensity of their stares, their teasing remarks, it all slots into place- and their shields come crashing down. Arousal, stark and powerful, so raw and filthy that my core ached in response.
"Is that why you wore it tonight?" Azriel spoke, his voice like death incarnate, so quietly violent that my thighs clamped shut at the sound, at the heat behind every slow word. The air caught in my lungs as he cocked his head at me, predator eying prey, "To have us contemplating the feel of your pretty, red mouth?"
Pretty, red mouth.
Cauldron, I must be dreaming.
My lips parted- surprised, and for a moment, all I could do was blink dumbly, staring between them with confusion creasing my brow. They didn't speak, utterly silent as they watched me piece everything together, but I could sense their amusement when my brow furrowed deeper.
"I suppose it's only fair, for you to paint your lips that distracting shade of red, to wear a dress that hugs every curve on your body, it's fair for you to taunt us so mercilessly," Cassian smirks and my eyes widen at every word, at the sincerity behind them. "Especially since it seems we unwittingly were doing the same to you this morning during training."
Training?
Oh, shit, shit, shit- Cauldron fucking spare me.
"Unless Rhysand was being an asshole and lied to us?" Cassian continued, but his words were starting to blur now, the thrumming in my head overwhelming my senses, making it hard to hear, making it hard to see, to speak. "Y/N, did he lie?"
He told them.
He told them.
Fuck, he told them.
"Hey, hey, hey-" I flinch, my knee slamming against the table when something brushes over my hot cheek. Still, I calmed my alarm upon seeing the tendril of darkness flittering past my eye-line, Azriel's shadows caressing my face, anchoring me down from the panic that was building.
"I don't-uh-," I shake my head, tears lining my eyes and I clenched them shut- I wasn't sure why I felt like crying…embarrassment? Shame? Insecurity? I guess I could pick one and it would be right. "I don't know-"
"We were hoping he wasn't lying," Azriel coaxed gently, and my burning eyes lifted to him, his lovely face was so sweet, so unfathomably kind that it forced me to take a stabilising breath.
"You were?" I question hoarsely, my throat as dry as sandpaper as I glanced from Az to Cass, something coiling in me at the sight of their perfect faces, their broad shoulders, their massive wings, and their attention solely on me.
"Angel, if we haven't made it clear how badly we want you right now, then we must be shitter at flirting than I thought," Cassian snorted and I couldn't fight the smile, the breathy laugh that escaped me at his words.
He grinned at the sight, Azriel too- as if something as small as me smiling, laughing, made their day.
'You're lying to yourself if you think they're not interested in you.'
Dammit Rhysand was right.
"Rhysand wasn't lying, he's an ass but he didn't lie," I say, releasing a long breath and this time, when my eyes lift to them, when I meet their gazes, I let them see exactly how honest he had been.
I tuck a strand of hair behind an arched ear, and I don't think either of the males is even breathing as I push out of my chair, the wood screeching against the floor before I rise to my feet.
My chest aches as their gazes instantly drop down my body- over my breasts, waist, stomach, thighs, over every inch of me.
"I'm going back to my room," I whisper, and both of them go utterly still, and their eyes sharpen, primitive, completely Fae, so strong that Azriel's shadows quieten, and Cassian's wings twitch.
"Would the two of you care to join me?"
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Summary: Wanda really likes to take care of you. Even when you whine, pout, and insist on escaping her grasp. She knows how to put you back in your place.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, coercion, subspace technically, soft!dom!milf!wanda, sub! reader, no gendered terms
Author's note: First fic of the year!!! Go Me!!! Also, this is related to the milf Wanda Christmas fic but it's mostly because I'm obsessed with that dynamic so you don't have to read that to enjoy this!
Wanda never expected to enter the new year dating her next-door neighbor, but she was happy to say it. Spending Christmas and New Year's Eve with you was wonderful. You looked cute playing with the twins and the camera she bought you. You were already perfect and now you were perfectly hers. Everything was unbelievably great. Then, reality came along and tried bursting her bubble. 
At a staggering 5:30 in the morning, Wanda's peaceful sleep was disturbed by a bearing alarm that she certainly didn't set. 
"Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my Dragula"
The alarm was so loud that it had practically thrown Wanda out of sleep, but you merely stirred awake. Despite the hangover you should've had, you quickly hopped out of bed. Wanda was just a little bit faster than you. She pulled you back down to bed without thought and wrapped her arms around you. "And what has my favorite photographer in the whole wide world up so early?"  A few kisses to your cheek and forehead was all it took for you to lay back down. "I'll make breakfast later. Let's just get a few more hours, okay? 
Wanda's raspy voice and affection almost pulled you back into the land of dreams, but you were on a schedule. "I'm sorry, I promise to be on the first schedule for the new year. I can't be late." Rejecting Wanda had always made you upset, but it hurt more now that she was your girlfriend. It took all your self-control to free yourself from Wanda's addictive warmth. You were shocked when the only protest you received was a disapproving groan and a soft pout. "I won't be gone that long, I promise! Just a 3-hour shift and I'll be back home before you know it." Getting ready was deceptively easy. Wanda had brought some of your things to her house earlier in the week. Though it embarrassed you to admit, leaving Wanda's house just to be less than a mile away was torture. Everything was quiet 
Then, she attacked. Wanda walked up behind you just as you put your shirt on. Her hands slipped underneath the fabric. Before you could whine, she began attacking your neck with kisses. Smoldering hot teeth had no mercy on your soft skin. One kiss after another until it began to bruise. "I think someone still owes me a couple hundred in kisses," She whispered seductively before nibbling on your earlobe. Her arms wrapped around your body and pulled you back flush against her chest. "Come on, just stay home. Please?" 
You nearly collapsed on the floor. "Ah, don't do that! I don't have anything to cover them up with!" That information only served to invigorate Wanda. All your joints had turned to jelly, but your girlfriend didn't give up her torture. "It's just a few hours," You mumbled. A gasp escaped your lips as Wanda's finger broke the barrier of your underwear.  "Why are you making it so hard to leave," You asked with a heavy whine. Of course, you received no answer as Wanda's hand went straight for the wetness between your legs. Her slender fingers ran up and down your slit. "Fine, fine! I'll stay.
Wanda rewarded your compliance with another kiss. A real one this time. Her tongue invaded your mouth without a second thought. She easily dominated you with her experience and explored it without concern. She'd suck all the disobedience out of you if she could. "Why are you making it so hard for me to take care of you, hm? It's so much easier to give in and let yourself be my precious little baby." Before you could protest, she dragged you back to the bed to continue her assault on your senses. "I'll even call in for you, give me your phone." 
Wanda was all over you. Her neatly painted nails left heavier streaks of red. Sparkles and cotton filled your head and you thought you were floating. No one had ever made you feel that way before. It was like magic. Your body would only do what Wanda wanted it to. Even if you were embarrassed and wanted to argue you could call in yourself, you reached over to the nightstand and gave it to her anyways. 
"Thank you, sweetheart," She cooed and rubbed your thighs. Wanda called your boss. When the line clicked, her voice changed completely. "Hi, I hope it isn't any trouble to you but I'm Wanda, Y/N's girlfriend. You see, they haven't been feeling well and I was hoping they could have the day off," The tone she spoke in was a lot more professional compared to the sultry tone she used to drag you back to bed. "It's fine if not, I just don't want to risk someone else getting sick too."
"Oh, no it's perfectly fine! I'm glad someone called me, Y/N will work themselves to death if you don't watch them. Just say we canceled for the day!" 
The sound of your boss's voice immediately broke the trance and you were overcome with guilt. While your coworkers spent hours putting together documents and planning for the months ahead, you'd be swaddled up and pampered like a baby. That wasn't right. "No, W-" Wanda's fingers slipped into your open mouth and your lips closed around them instinctively. For a moment, they just sat there. Heavy on your tongue and stiff as a board. Then, Wanda began to move them in and out of your mouth. It was embarrassing, but your body seemed to love it. 
"Oh, thank you so much! I'll make sure they're in tip-top shape for their next shift!" Wanda nodded and hummed in agreement a few more times before hanging up. She pulled her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and smiled down at you. "Now, are you gonna play nice or do you need some more convincing ?" Her hands moved to pull down your pants and tossed them to the side. She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek when you nodded. "Good, now let's get you into some comfortable clothes." 
"Thank you," You whispered, unsure what else to say. Your brain would constantly switch back and forth between embarrassment and confusion. Why was Wanda talking to you like that? Was she trying to tease you with the finger thing? Is it okay to be wet after all of that? It didn't matter what the answers to your questions were, you wanted more. Pride be damned. Wanda made you feel good. 
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Wanda hadn't planned on teasing you so much. She just wanted to keep you taken care of and healthy. It wasn't her fault you'd suddenly become so compliant and mushy. You were just too cute. Walking around the house in nothing but your underwear and her baggy shirt, Wanda couldn't help but claim you. Getting you worked up was so easy. All she had to do was hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, then you'd be putty in her hands. 
That didn't mean she'd make it easy for you. If anything, putting you in such a headspace made it infinitely harder. All night you found yourself squirming and even full-on grinding against her trying to relieve the ache between your legs. Yet, it didn't matter to Wanda how obvious your need was. She wanted you to use your words. 
"Is everything okay? You've been awfully whiny, sweetheart. " Wanda bit back a smile hearing you whine as you rolled over into her lap. "I'm sorry, I don't know what 'hnng' means." She placed her book down on the nightstand and held your hips in place. "I don't know what your huffing means either," She teased. Instead of answering your obvious pleas, she simply raised her eyebrows when you guided her hand to space between her legs. "Awe, do you want me to rub your belly?" She asked in that sickeningly sweet tone she'd been using all day. Wanda kissed your face as she scratched your stomach.
You whined out in frustration but accepted the affection nonetheless. It wasn't fair. All you had to do was say a few words but your brain simply refused to. Your tongue set heavy in your mouth as you continued to whine. Grinding against her was impossible too. Only Wanda could satisfy and she'd happily do it if just asked. After several minutes of dumbly attempting to grind against her lap and whining, you finally spoke. "Touch me, please?" 
Part of Wanda, one much crueler and sadistic, considered pushing you further. Just to see how desperate she could get you. She decided to play nice. "Awe, baby, why didn't you just ask? I would've helped you hours ago." Her hand slipped underneath your boxers and toyed with your clit. Slow, tight circles sent shivers up your spine and caused more wetness to leak out. "Oh, you're such a messy thing but mo- I promise to help clean you up when we're done." 
Had you been lucid, you would've caught Wanda's slip-up. You were just too needy to notice. All you could focus on was the burning heat in your stomach begging to come out. You clung to your girlfriend and grinded against her hand. "M-more," You stuttered out. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head once Wanda finally thrust one of her fingers into you. You weren't a virgin, but no one had ever gone as deep as Wanda did. Just two of her fingers had reduced you to nothing but a pile of whimpers and moans. 
The small whimpers that came from your mouth were addictive. "That's it, I'm here to make it better. Just let it out." Wanda didn't miss the way your moans seemed needier as she praised you. Her fingers curled against your g spot and she hummed. "You're just the cutest little thing, aren't you?" She spread her fingers apart and enjoyed the way your walls fluttered around them. "One day, I'm going to fill you up with my cock and you're gonna look adorable!"
An image popped into your head. One of you bent over on the bed and fucked senseless by the thick red dildo you weren't supposed to see the first time you did. The thought alone sent you crashing into an orgasm. Your walls spasmed around your girlfriend's fingers until a sticky white substance leaked out of your center. Wanda's fingers continued to pound into you until you could no longer ride out your orgasm. Once you had finally come down from your high, you rolled off of Wanda and plopped down onto the bed. 
For a moment, there was calm silence. You attempted to regain your breath as Wanda lovingly played with your hair. You leaned into her touch and let her hold you until you could finally speak again. 
"I…I, uh, want to take a bath…together, please." 
Wanda kissed your cheek and smiled fondly. "I'll get the water ready. Just relax for a bit." 
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celiciaa · 27 days
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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....
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CHAPTER ONE.
I just love you.
translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.
special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡
minors and ageless blogs dni.
One day, I was caught in a runaway carriage in town and lost my memory.
Gilbert: This is trouble. I never expected the little rabbit would forget about all our time together. 
Gilbert: The coachman who caused this accident will be executed at once…
Gilbert: The main issue is this distance between us.
(….This is a nightmare.) 
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(I'm having a bad dream right now.)
I was working at the small bookstore in Rhodolite, the land of roses and art.
But for some reason, I woke up in the castle of Obsidian, an enemy nation of military and ore.
The unrealistic nightmare of being confronted by a handsome looking man with black hair and one eye from the royal family makes me feel dizzy.
(Why am I in Obsidian? And why is a member of the royal family approaching me?)
I rolled off the bed and ran to the wall but,
The man who introduced himself as Gilbert steadily closed the distance between us.
At first glance, he looked like he was smiling, but his blood-colored eye was not, which was simply terrifying.
(He’s the infamous Obsidianite royal family who must have killed many people so far—-)
(If I'm not careful, he could kill me too.)
Gilbert: Hmm, to be so frightened by the little rabbit who loved me so much...
Gilbert: I'm so shocked that I feel like I want to prepare a cage right away.
Walter: You idiot! Don't say that even if it is a joke!
Then, the man who claimed to be the royal physician, Mr. Walter, yelled so loudly that it made me flinch involuntarily.
Walter: You always think of imprisonment and execution whenever someone is in trouble.
Gilbert: I’m serious, you know? Once I confine the little rabbit, she can't escape.
(…)
Walter: Don't threaten the injured person. Look at how pale her face is.
Gilbert: Aah, sorry? I'm the kind and sweet villain to you, so if you don't like it, I'll stop.
Gilbert: But, you know what will happen if you keep acting like that...right?
(I might actually end up being trapped.)
It didn't seem like this was the right time to be afraid and try to escape from reality.
I fought the urge in my body to escape from Gilbert standing in front of me, and held my ground. 
(First, I’ll assess the situation. If I can’t recall anything, I won’t know the right way to act.)
Emma: Why…am I in Obsidian?
Gilbert: Of course, because I brought you here.
Emma: But why a commoner like me….?
Gilbert: Because I’m the big villain who loves the little rabbit very much.
Emma: …Am I the little rabbit?
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Gilbert: Yes, that's right. I love you.
(…I don't understand.)
But surely, I see my reflection captured in those seemingly indifferent red eye.
I felt his genuine feeling of love, and had no choice but to accept Gilbert’s words.
Emma: Can you tell me how I got here?
Gilbert: Sure, I'll spend the whole night telling you.
Gilbert: In bed. 
(!?) 
━━
(I never thought he would actually bring me to bed…)
After Mr. Walter finished treating me, I was led into a spacious room covered in black interior
I was intrigued by the shelves lined with many books that rivaled any bookstore,
Gilbert stopped in front of the bed and urged me to sit down.
(Perhaps this is Gilbert's room?)
(…I can imagine the consequences for not complying would be horrific.)
I tried to sit as far away from him as possible, but Gilbert mercilessly settled down close enough for our shoulders to touch.
I quickly gave up. 
Gilbert: Now, let's start off with the fact that you were chosen as Belle.
━━
Gilbert: ——And so, you are now loved by me, the world's greatest villain, and we lived happily ever after.
(No, no, no….!) 
(Wait, is what you just said true!?)
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I was chosen as Belle to select the next king of Rhodolite,
Apparently, I caught Gilbert’s attention when he visited to participate in a social event,
And now he’s telling me that I’m his fiancée or something….
(This…has to be a lie.)
Gilbert: Let me tell you, I don't lie.
Emma: ….
Gilbert: Huh, you froze. Is it that hard to accept?
Emma: ….I don't think I'll ever be able to accept it.
(It's as if I've been told a grand story, and…it doesn't seem like it's my own.) // (It's as if I've been told a grand story, and…it doesn't feel like it's about me.)
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Gilbert: I see. Then it can’t be helped if your mind rejects it.
Gilbert: But it’s possible that your body might remember.
Emma: What?
The corners of Gilbert’s mouth raised into a smile as he pushed my shoulders and laid me down on the sheets. 
I could easily imagine what would happen next, and my blood ran cold.
Emma: Please stop!
Gilbert: Why? Didn't I just tell you that I'm your fiancé?
Gilbert: We used to do things like this quite often.
I feel his cold lips touch my ears and he bites down forcefully. 
I winced in pain, and he lapped my skin with his tongue.
(This man...seriously…)
(But I don't know...it just feels weird.)
Even though I was being assaulted by a man who I barely know, I don’t feel any disgust at all.
It seems to be true that my body remembers.
Still, my heart couldn't keep up, so I pushed back against his chest, Gilbert bit my skin once more then pulled away.
Gilbert: Did you believe that? // Did you fall for that? 
Emma: Was this a joke? 
Gilbert: You’re injured.
Gilbert: If it weren't for that, I would have forced you to remember.
Emma: ….
Gilbert: Didn't I tell you? That I’m the kind and sweet villain to you.
Gilbert: I'll just have to remind you slowly. // I’ll make sure you remember slowly. 
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Gilbert: Even if you lost your memories, you can never escape from me…okay?
Gilbert combs my hair with his fingers and kisses me.
It was a gentle touch that conveyed love and affection.
(He's supposed to be scary, but...he really seems to love me.)
Why he fell in love with me was never mentioned in the conversation.
(I wonder if one day I'll be able to remember.)
(…I want to remember.)
━━
The next day, the confusion and agitation caused by the memory loss still lingered—-
Gilbert invited me to visit a quiet place full of plants.
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Gilbert: ….
Emma: …..
(…There’s nothing to do.)
It felt like a laboratory, with equipment here I've never seen before and tags attached to plants. // The equipment I had never seen before and the tags attached to the plants looked like a laboratory.
(It doesn't seem like it...or maybe it really is.)
Gilbert is silently writing difficult formulas on a document.
It was somehow refreshing to me.
(I wonder if there's anything to do….)
As I looked around, carefully examining each item one by one, something caught my eye.
Emma: A rose…?
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thegoatsongs · 1 year
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Sometimes I will watch a book adaptation as a movie/show and think about how the original text has so much that could benefit a visual medium, but that potential gets completely wasted.
For example, there are plenty of Dracula adaptations where Dracula throws away Jonathan's mirror. This is a good opportunity to show without telling about how many weeks have passed after that until Jonathan attempts his escape. Show him in a stubble that eventually grows into a beard. Make his hair messy, how he wears the same change of clothes for weeks and weeks, it's wrinkled. In general, most adaptations give me the impression that he's been there for a week, max. He was imprisoned for months.
When Dracula steals his clothes on May 31st we get the first large gap between entries, which is almost 18 days, which indicates a variety of things, including depression and despair. Since this can't be communicated through blank pages on screen, there's plenty of opportunity to show it otherwise. He has no mirror, but he has his razor. Show him reach for it, before stopping himself. Is it because he wants to attack his captor, or something else?
There are no mirrors in the castle, and he can't check his own neck if he's been bitten, maybe show him try to find a reflective surface in vain after one of his strange dreams (and they are another great visual opportunity to show his subconscious vs reality). If you go with that route, dial up the horror by getting us to finally see marks on his neck, which he cannot know are there.
There's more, like actually showing Jonathan's "brain fever" disturbing his and Mina's nights and being lost in "the hue of unreality" he tells Van Helsing about. Maybe give him a walking aid. Showing Jonathan clean-shaven since his wedding to show it's an important ritual to him and being on the way to healing. Then he starts growing facial hair again after Mina's attack.
No one ever shows Dracula's forehead scar, which is more than just an identifier of who he is despite his becoming younger. From a storytelling standpoint, it's proof that he is not indestructible, without needing too many words about that. From a symbolic standpoint, it parallels him with the only person Dracula has a psychic bond with, Mina, who also gets a scar on her forehead. Or how he in the end was marked to die by the person who scarred him.
And that's without going with the other characters, who I have thoughts about for each too.
Not to mention so many other books that rely heavily on symbolism. On-screen one can do so much more with Hyde's (as well as Jekyll's) appearance than making him a big monster or an uglier Jekyll, for example. Depending on the route they want to go with. But anyway that's for another time, I'm just having thoughts on directors showing they have a deeper understanding of the text than just "tick the plot boxes".
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leviismybby · 1 year
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Postwar!Levi x fem!reader (This is pure fluff that has been in drafts for some time..)
Postwar!Levi who.....
Levi who sees you for the first time in the flower shop opposite his tea shop carrying a brown bag in your hands.
Levi who feels some sort of connection between you and him despite never even talking to you.
Levi who looks outside in the evening every Friday because he knows that you will be ordering flowers.
Levi who starts to think about you daily, he is yet to hear the sound of your voice or your laughter but something about you has him hooked.
Levi who is stunned when you stand before him in his tea shop ordering tea and some bread for breakfast.
Levi who admires you from afar, his eyes glazing over your gentle facial features. The color of your eyes soon becomes his favorite.
Levi who feels himself gets nervous anytime he gets to talk to you, stammering over his words like a lovesick teenager.
Levi who gets taken aback by your compassion, how none judgmental and kind you are to those around you.
Levi who starts decorating his shop in your favorite flowers, even if the colors didn't match, he hopes that it makes you smile.
Levi who gets reminded of his mother in your kindness as he sees you buying a flower for an old lady who sits on the bench.
Levi who finds out that the reason you buy flowers every Friday is because you bring them to what used to be your home.
Levi who drowns in guilt when he realizes that you lost your family in the rumbling.
Levi who distances himself from you in fear of you finding out that he is from Eldia, that he is one of the reasons your family isn't here any longer.
Levi who no longer has the same tone to his voice and who avoids your gaze as he makes you tea.
Levi who gets surprised that you noticed the change, asking him if he has been doing alright and if there is anything you can do to help.
Levi who opens up to you on a lonely Sunday night as the sun sets down, you two talk for hours despite not knowing each other well.
Levi who feels his stomach flatter when you smile at him thanking him for his service and not blaming him for what happened.
Levi who hopes that you see him as more than his trauma, a man that he is behind the facade of ugly scars.
Levi who is a wreck because he can't believe that he has fallen so deeply for you in such a short amount of time.
Levi who turns red when you gift him a box of tea with flowers for his birthday, that smile on your face worth more than anything in the world.
Levi who finally sums up the courage to ask you out on a date, when you say yes, he is the happiest man alive.
Levi who awkwardly tells you that he is new to this sort of thing, he has never had time for romance in the past.
Levi who walks with you late at night and tells you all about his fallen comrades and how life used to be for him before.
Levi whose eyes widen when you take his face into your hands and kiss him on the lips softly.
Levi who dreams of you in a white dress, a dream that he tends to make a reality really soon.
Levi who purposes to you on a trip the two of you took during the holidays, he is delighted that you said yes.
Levi who marries you in the early spring, hoping that the two of you will grow old together.
Levi who baby-proofs the entire shop two years later as your belly starts to grow more and more each day.
Levi who lets tears of joy escape his eyes when he holds the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes on in his hands.
Levi who finally found peace, love and happiness with you.
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twst-kumi · 3 months
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Hello there, hope everyone is doing fine. This is my new story, Weeping Maiden. The first Arc will be in RSA. Hope you all liked seeing Yuu because it was his last appearance until NRC's arc. The story will be with a Female Reader. It's Yandere themed story.
Summary
You were just a tester for your friend's project. On the last days, you go to sleep and wake up in Twisted Wonderland (the game your friend worked on). But instead of waking up in Night Raven College, you found yourself in Royal Sword Academy. At least before Yuu somehow begs for you to come with him.
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PROLOGUE part 1
She wasn't really in the mood but it was a good escape. [Name] could hear people talk about it, pitying her and all. The “poor girl”, and “it must have been hard” were endless, she felt bitter. It was hypocritical of them. Acting like you were sorry, saying they hoped he would be found soon, but not even doing anything to help. 
Naturally, [Name] isolated herself in games and other things. Everyone gave up on finding him and after unsuccessful pleas on her part, she just shut herself off to not see any of them. To not face the reality of his disappearance and her family breaking apart. How they all demanded that she move on. It was impossible, so she just stayed locked up in her room. 
It has been 3 years now, and she is completely a shut-in refusing to even talk to her parents who ended up giving up on trying to get her out. It was one of those days when she got an email from her friend, she wanted to break someone's record on a speedrun. It was a hard level so she fully focused on it. In the end, she failed in her speedrun. [Name] grumbled when she saw the mail. Reading it, she sighed. Right, recently her friend asked her to be a tester for a game project she did with some company, Twisted Wonderland. It was a gig or some way to earn some pocket money. Up until now, she liked the game, it was interesting. 
After sending her report for the game, she returned to her ongoing game when she got a text.
"_ I'm sorry
_ For what?
_ for everything
_ why? What do you mean by that?"
No response. Her friend, Hatsuko, was the only friend she stayed in contact with. It was strange as they never talked before his disappearance. She was the only one who tried to help her find some traces. Maybe she gave up on helping her. The deal between them was that she would be paid 40% less than she should but in exchange, Hatsuko would try to help her find him. 
[Name] tried to call her but had no success. Her phone wasn't responding. The young girl panicked trying to call her again and again.
A few hours later, she felt tired. Her eyes were red and puffy and she felt like crying. She ended up falling asleep on her bed. 
***
[Name] felt a warm hand on her head. Slowly, a muffled voice could be heard around her. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked at the old man hovering over her. 
“_Where… 
_You are in the Royal Sword Academy. We found you unconscious in the main hall.
_uh… who are you?
_I’m Ambrose, the Headmage of this School.”
[Name] looked confused as she talked with the friendly old man. She was confident Royal Sword Academy was the rival school from Twisted Wonderland. The game her friend asked her to test for her. At first, she thought she was dreaming, it has to be it. After a long conversation between them, the kind elderly decided to keep her here until she got home. It was funny how her situation mirrored Yuu, the game's main protagonist. The difference was that she was in the RSA,  and that headmaster was a friendly man. He looked more responsible too. 
From their chat together, she learned that she was unconscious for three days. Meanwhile, Ambrose researched to know who she was so he could call her parents, but he found nothing, even when he tried to call anyone from her phone contact. [Name] thanked him for his help. At least he was more responsible. 
“_So I guess you will stay with us for the time being dear. But as a girl, I can't just let you sleep in a room full of boys. 
_Do I have to disguise myself then? I mean, I’m a girl so…
_Oh, dear no. There is no need for that. You will stay in an old dorm. 
_I see but…
_You will be here as a temporary student. Don’t worry, we don’t know how this happened but I can’t leave such a young child alone and in the cold. Until then, you will be under this school's responsibility.”
[Name] couldn’t help but feel both anxious and relieved. The old man seemed sincere, and knowing she had a place to stay until then helped her to calm down. The old man walked her to the school after she ate something. She could feel the other students' eyes on her, all of them were curious. 
“_Ah Neige. Good, I was looking for you.
_Hello, Headmaster Ambrose. And you are… ah, the girl who appeared in the sacred tree room. Are you okay now?
_Yes, thank you I'm [Name] by the way. 
_[Name], Neige will help you around when I’m not around. 
_Come to me if you need something.”
It was strange to see them in real life when she used to watch them through a screen. The young girl followed Ambrose after her little tour. The director took her to her future dorm. The difference between here and Ramshackle dorm was too big. 
“_It’s a little, I'm sorry but I can’t find anywhere better.
No, no. It's okay.”
Her dorm looked like a mini castle. It was so generous of the old man, that it felt suspicious. But what could she do? He was her only option. Also, the way he looked overjoyed at her presence made her feel kind of guilty. Like she shouldn't be doubting him. [Name] knew he was supposed to be king, but was too kind. They walked into the dorm it was beautiful, with flowers everywhere almost like in a fairy tale. She supposed that it was normal for the big rival of Night Raven College. They were based on the heroes from fairy tales in opposition to the main cast. 
“_This is Royaldawn dormitory, it will be your home dear, please take some rest.”
[Name] explored the dorm a little before finally resting in her room. she looked at her locket before closing her eyes and holding the small pendant tightly in her hand.
“_Brother…”
***
Yuu looked different, so lifeless, it was worrying everyone on the campus of Night Raven College. He was in this state for three days now. He was mumbling and mumbling without even stopping about how he couldn’t feel it anymore. He looked particularly on edge if not ready to jump on anyone he saw. The aura around him changed too, it looked darker, more unhinged too. Yuu were becoming unstable and maybe a little crazy too. 
“_Hey Prefect, how are you?
_I can’t find it…” 
Ace looked at his friend rummaging in the grass looking for something. He never saw him panic like this before, even in the middle of an Overblot. Ace got on his knee and started to search with him.
“_What are you looking for? 
_My necklace, it’s a silver locket.”
The two Heartslabyul students looked everywhere for it. Yuu was shaking as he was slowly breaking down. Tears were trailing down as he frantically searched for the lost locket. The more he couldn’t find it, the more he was frantic. 
“_I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT!!!
_STOP! YUU!!!”
Their scream got the other students’ attention as they helped the two Heartslabyul pin the magicless prefect down to prevent him from tearing himself down. It looked terrible.
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bloopitynoot · 7 months
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3 Shadowgast fics that made me ugly cry
Okay so I read a LOT of shadowgast fanfics and I wanted to share some of the ones that made me absolutely weep. (I was going to wait until tomorrow but I got too excited to share).
All of these have some intense emotional distress, but I promise you all they may be angsty but they absolutely have happy endings.
They are all set in very different AU's, are hefty completed fics, and have similar feels!
1. the breathe before the phrase
(171513 words) by @kmackatie Chapters: 20/20 Rating: Explicit Summary: The ringing note of a concert A is played by the oboe, echoing on its own in the space. It’s picked up by the wind section, followed rapidly by the brass, and the familiar feeling of an orchestra calibrating takes over Caleb. The tonal adjustments as each person brings their instrument into alignment sinks into him and something inside Caleb shifts in recognition as Essek leads the strings into their own tuning. It’s like something is waking up, like something unfurling and firing across long-unused paths of memory. His hands shake slightly, as he raises his bow and joins them, fingers fumbling against the pegs and fine tuners that give him control over his instrument. ---- Essek Thelyss is a leading violinist, his spot as Shadowhand of the Rosohna Philharmonic Orchestra has been uncontested for over a decade. Caleb Widogast is a recent arrival to the city, convinced by his friends to audition for one of the vacant violinist positions. After starting off on the wrong foot, Caleb and Essek get to slowly know each other, discover what brings them joy, create while defying expectations, and find out that what they can produce together may just be better than anything they can do separately.
Why I cried: The amount of pressure put on Essek made my heart absolutely shatter. That plus the pinning between Caleb and Essek had me weeping. The hurt/comfort energy. The bad parent Dierta and of course past Caleb Ickythong trauma healing. Other than the story itself Katie has put so much energy into explaining the music, the playlist is stunning, and the inspiration for the played pieces in the fic are grounded in actual compositions. No spoilers, but the ending is gorgeous <3
2.Till Human Voices Wake us
(66080 words) by @ariadne-mouse Chapters: 23/23 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Merman!Caleb, no Mighty Nein but otherwise canon setting/events, Neutral evil Essek, Essek-typical anxiety and fatalism, Loneliness, Hurt/Comfort, spooky gothic vibes, some horror and disturbing imagery, the ocean as a threat/love language, Illustrations, drowning themes Summary: Essek Thelyss, lonely and ambitious prodigy, comes to Nicodranas to make a risky gamble with the Assembly. At the water’s edge, he finds himself swept up in another dangerous entanglement he can't seem to escape — and as time goes on, he's less and less sure he wants to. Will his treasonous alliance or the sea itself devour him first? (Or, the one where Caleb is a merman.)
Why I cried: okay so look, this story was so fucking sad I can't even begin to describe it. The love and longing between the two, the tragic backstory for Caleb. Treason = death for Essek (it's a happy ending though so do not worry, but I definitely worried so you don't have to LOL). It also has some stunning art in it!!!
3. what luminous worlds await
what luminous worlds await (178674 words) by @essektheylyss Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Champion of the Luxon AU, Alternate Universe - Future, Space Opera, Religious Conflict, religious trauma, Violence, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Dreams vs. Reality, Demisexual Essek Thelyss, Past Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Fictional Religion & Theology, Implied/Referenced Sex, Mention of Using Sex as Self-Harm, several immortals grapple with loss while trying to save the world, so so many liberties taken with consecution, this wouldn't be a problem if you'd EXPLAIN matthew mercer, and/or if a certain drow would give literally any straight answers, (I mean he can't give straight answers when he's not straight), Background Fjorester (Past), Post-Canon, …very post-canon Summary: “You seek my nature. It is a lonely endeavor. Would you like to join me on this path?” “Yes.” — After a thousand years, a divine champion awakes in a lightless cave above Port Damali with little memory to speak of and a beacon in his hands. Even as he struggles to piece the past together and process what he has lost while he slept, the future demands he answer for the crimes of his elders. It offers little in return, but perhaps there are fragments of possibility awaiting him.
Why I cried: Omg oh boy, this one made me BIG cry- honestly one of my favourite fics I have read so far. A true space opera, a story of love, in many forms, over time, space, and multiple lives. I sobbed from chapter one literally until the end. Though I think you will need an A03 account to read this one, but it is worth the wait to set one up. My partner watched me cry so much while I read this. I totally did download and save this fic to send to pals so they can cry with me. It is worth the agony for this happy ending. I might still be crying LOL
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