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naeviskz · 2 months

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genre. idol!hyunjin x model!f!reader | established relationship

words. 1.5k+ tags/warnings. angst, fluff (towards the end), smut, accusations of cheating, hj is lowkey toxic (but we love it hehe), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, some mentions of crying, not proofread

this has been in my drafts for years and i finally finished it bc i was tired of seeing it LMAO. btw the position i’m referring to is this (nsfw link), i usually hate vids but this was rlly good imo.

“i think we should take a break...” you admit, voice growing shakier as you spoke. this was never something you wish to say in a million years, you wanted this relationship to work more than anything. but you were at your wits end with everything, talking to hyunjin was like conversing with the wall, never truly grasping any of your concerns.

you noticed the cracks beginning to seep in the midst of six months of being with him. he would often be dishonest of his whereabouts, saying he was out late due to “work” but was actually out drinking at some bar with chan or something. it made no sense for him to lie about such trivial things but he does it without even thinking. this was supposed to be a lovely vacation in paris together but lately you’ve grown tired of feeling like you’re unappreciated. a break from each other might be the best solution in getting his act together once and for all.

hyunjin felt his whole body turn limp as you uttered those words. not only was he blindsided by your decision, but you never indicated before to him that you were ready to propose such a drastic idea. “but why though? don’t you think this is a bit random? i mean this came out of nowhere ___, i thought everything was good between us, why are you suddenly saying this now?” his thick, bushy brows furrowed in confusion, he wasn’t letting you off this easy and you know it.

“i just think it’s for the better right now hyune, we’re both so busy. we have a lot on our plate, especially you… and this relationship is just— it’s only putting more strain on everythi-”

“are you serious ___? do you hear yourself? i knew what i was getting myself into the day i asked you to be my girlfriend. i’m well aware that i can’t be with you 24/7, and neither can you—however, i don’t expect that anyway. all i ever wanted was to have you by my side, i want to work through the hardships with you but if you’re so willing to give up like this then… i don’t know. i don’t even know what to say to this honestly..” hyunjin couldn’t help but cut you off, once his emotions take over, all sense of logic and reasoning is thrown out the window.

he was never one to question his worth in the eyes of his partner, but you were his longest relationship, he saw you as his first and only true love. it never occurred to him that he could lose you, the possibility of this break lasting long enough to make your love fade away was a scary revelation. there had to be a way he could fix this, he couldn’t bear to be without you.

“are you seeing someone else? maybe that’s why you’ve been so distant towards me lately…” he wanted to scream for saying that out loud but at least he got it off his chest. he knows how petty it sounds but he didn’t care, he wanted you to give him answers.

“no! i’m not seeing other people, i don’t have an interest in anyone but you hyunjin. i want to do this for the sake of us, we’re clearly not where we need to be and this break could help with getting us back on track and spending time apart could be beneficial.” you try your best to articulate your words properly but he remained unconvinced, he wasn’t on board with any bit of this.

how could you even be okay with something like this? spending time away from you drove him absolutely insane, he couldn’t fathom taking a break—not from someone as important as you in his life. he just needed to remind you that the love was still there, though it may be but a dull flame, he could ignite the spark again, with the little bit of hope he had left.

the foundation of your relationship was built from shared interests, since you both are part of professions that rely heavily on looks, you refused to see each other based solely off those superficial aspects. instead you got to know each other’s minds, your core values and beliefs, what mattered to you the most. you cherished every one of those deep conversations you shared together, it was a beautiful experience, an indescribable memory that shaped your bond forever.

so why is it now that you feel this way? was he really that oblivious to everything? he should’ve done more to prevent this but now he fears it’s too late. he’s faced with the conundrum of losing you and there wasn’t much time for him to stall or ask for a chance of redemption, he couldn’t waste another second.

“fuck that,” hyunjin angrily spat, his face contorting into a look of pure disgust. “you’re not going anywhere.” he reaches out to grab your waist before you could walk away, aggressively pulling you into his chest.

no matter how much you attempt to escape his hold, he’s not letting you go in the slightest. he’s much stronger than you, could easily lift you up without breaking a sweat. there was no use in fighting, you had no choice but to give in and let this conversation go. once his lips crashed into yours, everything faded to black. as if a simple kiss was the cure-all of mending this decrepit relationship.

hyunjin’s forehead pressed against yours as he pulled away, “shhh, lye down baby,” he hushes your quiet mewls, instructing you to do as he says. “gonna make you feel so good,” his hands slid under your skirt, gently rubbing over your clothed slit “you’ll forget everything.”

* :.･ﾟﾟ･ ✿

“oh my- fuckk, hyunjin!” you cry out, almost on the verge of tears just from how skilled he is, rutting your hips upwards into his mouth as he devours you whole.

the pace of his tongue is relentless, roughly lapping up all your juices like he’s the most starved man alive. you’ve lost count at the amount of times he’s already made you come undone just from his mouth alone. your body’s buzzing with titillation, all you can do is scream and clench your pussy around nothing while he fiercely sucks on your clit.

you couldn’t stop twitching, feeling yet another orgasm approaching. your legs anchored over his shoulders, unable to think or speak coherent sentences as his face was fully buried into your dewy cunt. he relaxes his jaw a bit more, going all the way from the bottom inching further up as he comes back in contact with your puffy clit. at any given moment it feels as if your heart’s about to stop.

“hyunjin-” your heads thrown back into the pillow, digging your nails into his shoulder blades from how overly sensitive you are. “n-need to cum.. can feel it. m’so close.” it surprises you when you’re able to even express such words.

a low grunt can be heard underneath, hyunjin loves hearing you— it’s arguably the best part about going down on you. the hand that wasn’t occupied went straight to gripping a fistful of his ebony hair, continuously moaning his name so loud that you genuinely feel bad for whomever the unlucky people that got to hear this.

just when you thought it couldn’t get anymore intense, he slips 2 of his slender fingers inside, making you gasp from the overwhelming sensation. flashes of white invade your vision, violently shaking as your lips form an “o” in the throes of ecstasy. hyunjin knows your body so well that this is nothing for him, he’s got it all down to a simple science. no one knows your body like he does, and especially no one can make you cum as hard as he can.

“go ahead, make a mess for me baby,” he strongly encourages, picking up his pace as his digits fuck into you faster. “just gonna clean it up with my tongue all over again.”

your eyes roll back to the depths of oblivion, feeling an out of body experience when reaching your climax. a slew of curses leave your shaky breath, limbs trembling and faint tears stain your flushed cheeks. hyunjin slows his movements, rubbing his thumb over your clit gently to make you even more sensitive. you love the way he calls you “good girl” and how proud the look on his face becomes while you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. he doesn’t stop showering you with compliments, only ramping up his affection as he plants fleeting kisses to your thighs, hips, and tummy.

once he’s finally come back up for air you grab his face to pull him into your lips again. moaning in his mouth while getting a taste of yourself was probably the hottest thing hyunjin’s ever witnessed.

“can’t believe you’re all mine.” hyunjin whispers against you, gently massaging your aching thighs. “i love you so much baby.”

“love you too hyune.” you instantly say back, feeling more at ease now that things are somewhat back to normal.

maybe a break isn’t necessary after all, how else would you be able to have such earth shattering orgasms?

- 完 ♡︎

#hyunjin angst #skz angst #skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz drabbles #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin smut #skz imagines #hyunjin drabbles #hyunjin x female reader #stray kids x reader

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therisingmoonandsun · 1 year

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.2!!

!!my opinion based on the people who’ve I interacted with and also just very random!!

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌔

If a Cardinal stellium loves you they will care for you and help you in all ways they can, because how much of a passionate person they are.

Aries moon = longing for a relationship

Water sun + sag moon = being annoying and sometimes stuck in a bad mood.

If a person has no earth placements, best believe they can’t drive good 😭 but isa okay bc HOT GIRLS = CANT DRIVEE

Aries moons never stop talking, like even if no one is responding they will still talk and talk, but on the side note they’re very entertaining ♥️

Libra moons being big softies (ARIES TOO FOR THE PEOPLE THEY CARE ABOUT) and not taking their own advice.

Gemini placements love the occult.

Gemini moon and/or gemini mars give me paranormal and ghost hunting vibes.

Leo venues and the toxic urge to crush on a bunch of random people for random reasons.

Fire placements are great manifestors.

Gemini placements are so HAWT god, like honestly why don’t more people talk about it.

Capicorns moons are so loyal in relationships.

Aries moon with a leo venus and sag mars, is such a affectionate reactive loud lover, they’re so cute until they aren’t 😭

Honestly anything with a leo venus and sag mars, gives so such cute and hyper vibes!

Leo placements when you get something they want -> 😾

Gemini & Aquarius moons and their weird but curious fascinations with dr00gs sometimes.

Scorpio rising with libra placements have the tendencies to go back to their exs 😭 IM SORRRYY

Scorpio placements do be just out here drawing.

Aries rising and having a strong sense of justice, when something isn’t right they have to voice that.

Gemini moons can come off as fake off first impressions but they’re really not, they may just trying to figure what energy your on so they can match that, or you just caught em at a bad time.

Scorpio risings all have the same look or presence 👁👁🕴🏾

When people say Leo mercuries are dramatic when they talk, they’re not lying, Im a leo mercury and when people said that I thought that was totally bullshit, UNTIL I saw a fucking video of myself talking from another person’s perspective.

I’ve seen so many Capricorns and pisces pairings.

Libra placements don’t like looking or acting messy especially in front of other people.

Virgo moons scare me so bad like I want to understand how you think bc i just can’t fathom. I know you have secrets, but I just can’t tell exactly what they are 🙁

Scorpio moons idea of humor is being meanly sarcastic to others, or just saying funny insults.

When I think of sag placements I think of comfort/comfortability, whether that’s the way they like to dress, or what they like in a person, or how people feel when they’re around them.

Aries north node = saying random monologue or outbursts and no one responding or doing anything because it’s normal.

Libra moons have hella friends, or just get along with a lot of people.

Scorpio placements = tsundare

Leos love boys, specifically leo mars.

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redbleedingrose · 8 months

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okay first, this one is going to be for my chunky girlies, i’ve been thinking about how much he loves how round your belly is, how nice it feels to just caress while spooning or hugging you from behind, or pressed against his rock hard torso. he could find so much comfort (and lust) in your plush build, you can’t even fathom how much this male worships the ground you walk on bc of your looks. your thighs? need to be wrapped around his face at all times, or else he will cry. your belly? either in his face, or pressed against him, or in his hands. i am firmly convinced that this male loves to just rest his large ass hand on your tummy when ever you two are with people. he squishes it, rubs it soothingly when your sad (or he is), bites it a lil, blows raspberries on it to be goofy and a pain in the ass, traces your stretch marks absentmindedly wigh admiration after sex. cassian just really loves his chubby girl okay?

Cassian is a chubby girl lover fs, no doubt in my mind, forever and always

18+ NSFW

Cassian lives in my mind forever.

IDK why, but Cass truly is the bat boy that I think would love chubby girls the most. OFC Rhys and Az would too, but Cassian lives for the chub. He lives for your plush belly, constantly rubbing it and patting on it. His left hand practically lives on your belly, with his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you right at the plush. The warmth is a constant presence there and it just makes you feel utterly protected. He cannot get enough of how your belly rounds against his hand and how soft you feel.

Any time he can get your shirt off, he will. “Jus’ for a little bit baby, lemme see you,” and “wanna feel you s’bad sweetheart,” and “so gorgeous f’me sweet girl” and “look how stunning’ you are pretty.” He has multiple reasons for doing this. First, he loves randomly bending down and blowing raspberries on your belly to make you laugh. This male has also spent every second memorizing your stretch marks, staring at them honestly makes him go feral. Second, the general loves running his hands against them, the callouses just brushing over your soft skin and feeling the small ridges that come with stretch marks. He spends a lot of time kissing each and every stretch mark and making sure that you know how much he adores them.

After a long day, he loves to stuff his face into your belly. It is his comfort spot. Cass truly gets all grumpy when you have your arms crossed over your midsection to cover yourself and tugs your arms away, “stop that pretty girl, y’know I wanna see you,” and “c’mon sweetheart don’t hide from me,” with the biggest pout because he is the WORST Illyrian baby. He will give you the silent treatment if you don’t let him shove his face into your tummy. “Hmph, gimme tummy time or else…” 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 It is sometimes the only thing that will lighten his mood. Sometimes he will throw you over his shoulder, regardless of whatever you are doing, wether it is cooking or cleaning or reading or doing your makeup, if he is grumpy, you will be thrown over his shoulder and he will be landing a smack to your ass as he carries you over to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, quickly climbing over you and shoving your shirt up so he can stuff his face into your belly, forcing your hands into his hair and then shoving his arms around your waist as he grumbles about how, “Az is bein a lil’ bitch, won’t go sledding down the mountain range w’me.” And all you can do is grin and stroke his hair while he rants about, “Yeah sure its ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible,’ but c’mon it’s fun and we can use the sleds that are stuffed in the shed of the cabin. Sure those sleds are centuries old and fallin apart and will probably break as we go down the hill and get us killed, but at least it would be fun. HMPH.” You silently thank Azriel for being the rational one of the two while cooing down at your pouty mate and letting him bite softly are ur chub and kiss your stretch marks to calm himself.

Cass thinks you are the softest and warmest being ever. He constantly wants you close by to let your heat radiate off you, or because he wants to hold you. His love language is touch and he will show you that forevermore. Holding hands is a must, your hands barely fit into his, literally his hand can make a fist around yours because of the size difference, but he loves when you grab at his palm or a couple of his fingers. You are running your fingers along his hands and feeling at each of the callouses and bruised knuckles from training, and you bring his hands up for a smooch to his palm every so often that has his entire being flush. He also loves to guide you, resting his hand against your back to direct you through a crowd or in a certain direction. It settles him to know that he can take care of you in every way. Truly, when you are with him, you have no concerns because you know that he will protect and love you more than anyone else ever could. He also plays with your hair on a constant basis, pushing tendrils back behind your ear whenever he kisses your chubby cheeks or plants a kiss on those pouty lips whenever he gets cuteness aggression towards you and squeezes your cheeks and pulls you in for a million smooches all over your face and neck. He braids your hair into traditional Illyrian braids just like how his mother used to braid her hair and he thinks you look breathtaking.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR THIGHS. IF YOU HAVE BIG THIGHS??? ITS OVER FOR YOU!!!! CASSIAN WILL NOT LET YOU OUT OF BED WITH THOSE THIGHS!!!!

He wants them wrapped around his face always. His hand will always be resting on your thigh trying to pull you closer to him when you are seated together, and when he can’t pull you any closer because your thigh is fully pressed against his, he will force your leg over his to rest and will stroke your soft skin. Sometimes, he likes to lightly pinch it or smack it so he can watch it jiggle, and others he just likes to have your thigh to squeeze onto. Cass is always leaving marks all over your thighs, whether its from his hands spanking you when he is pounding the living daylights out of you until you are a crying, babbling mess or its from biting your flesh while he spends hours licking and sucking at your cunt. You are guaranteed to always have his mark on your thighs at all times. He loves fucking your thighs too, the soft supple flesh against his hard cock has him spilling all over you, coating you. While we are on the subject, he fucking loves releasing on your tits and tummy. Maybe it is the primal Illyrian male in him, but seeing you marked with his cum immediately has him hardening all over again.

Cass worships the ground you walk on without a doubt. He aches for you at a base level and is thinking about you always. He adores your body and he adores your mind even more. You are without a doubt in his mind, the most perfect being to be created by the gods, you are beautiful inside and out and he will never be able to get enough of you. He often thinks he is undeserving to be blessed with a mate who is as ethereal as the mother herself. He would spend every day the rest of his life proving to you (even though he never has to) how much he loves you. You never have to spend a second doubting that he loves you.

I mean even when he is grumpy that you wont take off your shirt and he is pouting and has his back turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest, he has his foot reaching over to hook around yours to pull you close. The male refuses to make eye contact till you show him your tits but is huffing into your neck and collarbone and planting kisses all over your skin with gentle bites because he can’t ever get enough.

#Cassian x reader #rose rambles #Cassian acotar #Cassian fanfic #cassian x you #cassian x fem!reader #general cassian #Cassian headcanons #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #cass x reader

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sugarsnappeases · 13 days

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quillkiller headcanons?

HELLO!! thank you so so soooo kindly for this ask im kissing you rn bc there’s nothing i love more than talking about my darling angels

so here goes…

- bellatrix calling rita baby!! BELLATRIX!! CALLING!! RITA!! BABY!!!! this one is actually canon to me and it’s something that can be sooo beautiful and special and AAAAAA

- in a similar vein, rita calls bella darling… this one is less near to my heart but i still think it happens in literally every fic ive ever written lol

- okay this one’s a big one: rita is worse than bella at the start!! she’s offputting and more than a little stalkerish and hurts people for basically no reason and not a single soul likes her bc she’s AWFUL! and the only person who likes her is bellatrix who thinks she’s the most perfect person to have ever walked the earth, the best thing to ever happen to her even if their relationship is actively making her worse…. like i think rita doesn’t really have many morals when they meet whereas bellatrix is like. still trying to be good. i think at the start she wants to be good… and then that turns into wanting to be good for rita which is a slightly different thing that nonetheless drives me insane… but then also there are external factors and what not and she gradually loses sight of this etc etc and it ends w rita coming face to face w a line that she wouldn’t cross, a line that bella has crossed and that’s the point of no return for them in many ways (the dark mark)

- referring back to the last one again, when i say rita hurts people for no reason, to her there is always a reason, i think she cares a lot about the justification of all her actions even if it’s petty or a little irrational and ridiculous… like i think there’s always some logic that makes sense maybe only to her behind her actions and that’s why bella getting the dark mark is so unforgivable bc there’s no world in which she’d be able to somehow justify genocide even if she doesn’t actually care about the war at all

- bella on the other hand is the loyalest dog that has ever walked the earth and that’s why rita’s articles are unforgivable to her (this is the hc that rita writes an article about bella/the black family/whatever… i always think this comes just after bella gets the dark mark so rita justifies the 'betrayal' w the fact that bella betrayed her first) bc she just can’t forgive or even really fathom how rita would betray her like that bc she never would've done the same bc she's loyal to her very marrow and would've remained so even if her and rita were sworn enemies

- interesting to me also that if rita had been the one to get the dark mark (not that i think this would ever ever happen. but hypothetically) bellatrix would absolutely have followed her into being a death eater and everything. and if bella had been the one to write the article, i reckon rita would’ve probably forgiven it, probably even respected it a little…. so like even tho the two of them are so similar in many ways there’s this fundamental irreconcilable difference between them that leads to them falling apart no matter how desperately they try to cling onto each other :(

- a lot of people are like oh, they’re so toxic! but jen @quillkiller and i were talking about this the other day (most of these are things i’ve talked about w jen lmao and it wouldn’t be a post about quillkiller without jen being involved somehow… no one understands me and them like she does) and really, i think that removes a lot of the nuance, and i HATE when nuance is removed, bc i think that sure, to anyone else their relationship would seem toxic and unhealthy or whatever but for them it’s probably the healthiest thing they could have, probably the best thing that’s ever happened to either of them, i just think there’s SO much love

- so much love and sooo much romance, like to me it’s so incredibly romantic that the two of them have like allowed themselves to be shaped by the other, let someone so wholly into their soul that it’s unlikely they’ll ever be without them again, and then as it inevitably starts to fall apart the two of them are clinging by their fingertips to the edge of the cliff, just such sheer desperation as they try to make it work and complete devastation when it turns out they can’t…. like. that’s love to me. drives me crazy

- and that’s another thing!! they’re haunted by each other for the rest of their lives!! constant perpetual unending haunting, there’s no escape, there’s that fine line between love and hate and even if the feelings are all complicated now, it’s the sense that they’re SO intertwined that even though they’re apart and they don’t know what they would do if they actually saw each other face to face again, they can still see each other in everything. EVERYTHING.

- and it’s worse for rita imo (in terms of the haunting i mean) bc bella’s in azkaban, out of sight but never out of mind, and then she’s back and it’s horrible but then she’s dead and that’s even more horrible and rita carries that ghost around with her for the rest of her life, probably the only person who could still say she loved bellatrix by the time she died, even if they hadn’t spoken in decades… bellatrix is in every word she ever writes and every plan she ever makes and every single part of her life in some way. she lives in a flat that bellatrix has never been to but she’s still there in every corner of every room

anyway i could go on but ive just clocked how long this has gotten lol…. hope this is satisfactory <3

#dil tag #quillkiller #they are my heart and soul….. my favourites ever in the world….. thank you so much for asking me about them!!!!#ask games

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soleilnomoon · 1 year

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i would love to place an order for Meringue Cookies, Dark Chocolate, Jelly Beans, Candy Necklace, & Blan Manje, with Caramel & Honey. Side menu # 1 for Boa or Nami. either is fine! with a g/n reader! These stories are a blast to read!

anon i am so so sry this took forever 😭💕💕💕 but i finally finished and i'm actually happy with it; also ty for requesting, i love boa hancock sfm i wish more ppl wrote for her.

4.3k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst angst angst bc that's how i vibe & smut, and if you squint real hard there's some fluff somehow i think. hancock is a brat as usual and reader ain't shit, but they go great together <3 feat. cute things like oral (f receiving), fingering, a lil bondage, hair pulling, some pussy slapping, more stuff that idr anymore ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't ;_;)

tagging lil’ kaia bc she asked so nicely ❤︎ @cvvor

“our love would be death” — anaïs nin

sea salt sifts through the wind, warm and fine enough that most don’t notice its intrusion. it lands on your nose and lips, coats your tongue when you exhale through your mouth; no matter how many times you try to wash away the taste, it still lingers. a persistent annoyance that refuses to leave you alone. it’s a bitter, yet familiar taste — one that fills your heart with memories you’ve long wanted to keep buried. you’re no stranger to heartache, but this is different.

you find that you can never sleep through the entire night without dreaming of your ex — of how you begged them to stay, of how you told them you couldn’t live without them. pathetic, you tell yourself one morning after another restless night — you know you need to find a way to move on, but there’s no way you can, not when you carved so many pieces of yourself to give away without much thought.

what you’re left with is a battered heart that can barely function on its own; it flops pitifully in your chest, rattling against your rib cage weakly. every day it gets harder to breathe, harder to face the truth that you’re all alone — again.

boa hancock doesn’t know why she even fucking bothers, but she can’t seem to stay away from you. it’s a privilege, in her opinion, for you to be graced with her presence, let alone be allowed to touch her intimately. so, when she finds you staring wistfully out of the window, sighing to yourself again she snaps.

“y/n, look at me,” she commands loudly, voice piercing through your body like a thick arrow that keeps you frozen in place. you know better than to disobey her, even though you want to; you know you’re being unreasonable, but the heart always wants what it can’t have, right?

not that she cares about any of that. in her mind, your ex is an ex for a reason. she grabs your face with her hand, squeezing tightly, delicate brows furrowed together as irritation drips down her spine. she could easily kill you and you know it. “i’m the most beautiful woman in the world,” she boasts, although there’s something melancholic about the way she says it.

you narrow your eyes at her, mouth moving before you can think better of it. “and what of it?” it’s not often that you challenge her like that, but today you’ve had enough of her games, of constantly catering to her whims and desires, of her veneer that she insists on keeping even when she’s alone with you.

it dawns on her then what the actual problem is. “you’re still in love with them.” anger seeps through her pores, and she knows if she doesn’t walk away soon, she might say or do something she’ll possibly regret.

you flinch, eyes widening — she’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not right either. you’re just stuck in limbo, unable to move on because you refuse to do so; after seeing them so happy with someone else, you can’t fathom finding any sort of happiness yourself. so, you cling onto the past, even when it threatens to destroy your present life.

for some reason, this pisses you off — that hancock is so much more perceptive than people give her credit for; that she’s not afraid to tell you the truth, despite how your friends sugarcoat everything for you. the rage that’s bubbled deep inside of you for months finally pushes out; you can barely think or see properly, and you forget yourself when you practically shout back at her.

“and you’re just jealous because for once, you’re not the focus of my attention.�� you’re not sure why you say it, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel like shit.

there’s rarely a moment where hancock finds herself in absolute shock, but your venomous words cut into her bruised ego with vigor. it's a harsh reality that she refuses to accept, so she lashes out at you again.

“you’re pathetic.” her tone is cold, and she steels her face enough that she almost looks bored with you. hancock releases her hold on you and swivels on her heels to walk away. you don’t bother calling after her, but she pauses in her gait to look over her shoulder at you. “i’m done playing with you, get out of my sight.”

the dismissal is the first slap of many and her insistence on blatantly keeping her back turned while she ignores you is another. something in you breaks, but you know you’ve angered the pirate empress enough for one day. you don’t hesitate before scrambling to your feet and leaving her alone. after you close the door, you hear a shriek that’s accompanied by what sounds like a large vase shattering. you don’t bother checking on her, because you know you’re not wanted in her presence right now.

you should’ve seen this coming. one doesn’t simply think about another lover while in the presence of boa hancock; it’s absurd and theatrical, but it’s an unspoken rule that you keep breaking over and over. in the back of your mind, you know you should go make things right with her, but you just don’t know how.

hancock’s frustration continues to build throughout the day. she doesn’t know why someone — you, a commoner who should be groveling at her feet daily — can be so insolent without remorse. she’s smashed several expensive sculptures, shredded her mattress and bed sheets with large scissors, and cursed out every staff member in kuja palace. her anger only intensifies when she hears someone whisper your name, so she locks herself in her bedroom, refusing meals or assistance from anyone.

you’ve always thought that the pirate empress was annoying, self-centered, and unnecessarily mean without reason. you’ve told her this on several occasions, stunning her into silence — a feat that most cannot achieve. hancock would normally sentence someone to death for those sorts of callous remarks, but for some reason she spares you. maybe it’s because despite her incomparable, unrivaled beauty, you don’t helplessly pine after her.

and she absolutely hates that about you.

hancock’s not someone who’s used to being treated like a regular person, and yet that’s what you do to her. you barely hold any reverence for her, give her the minimal amount of respect owed as a citizen of amazon lily, and you don’t flinch when she threatens you publicly. most are afraid to be associated with you, out of fear for incurring the snake princess’ wrath — not that you care, you’ve known that your personality can’t be tolerated by most because you tend to happily go against the grain.

you’ve always found her beauty to be intense and intoxicating — imposing like the sun, forcing a heat to surge through you that has yet to dissipate. you hate that your attraction to her impedes your daily life, especially when you’re plagued by dueling thoughts of her and your ex. you’re barred from entering the palace, and you’re thankful for it as you don’t know how you’d be able to face hancock after all that you’ve said. you know that you should apologize profusely, but a woman like hancock requires something extravagant and elaborate — something that’ll prove that your adoration and loyalty is genuine and not forced.

the first few days are relatively easy; you work tirelessly to keep your mind and body busy, and you’re so exhausted by the end of the day that you sleep without dreaming. when a week passes, you start to notice that certain things are off; you didn’t make it a habit of frequenting the palace that often, but you were there enough that the staff didn’t give you a hard time when you showed up unannounced. you tell yourself that distance is good — it means you’ll be able to finally focus on the things that are important to you.

but, when you sit and think about it, you’re not quite sure if that’s entirely true.

after the second week, you start getting antsy. your friends keep pestering you, asking why your mood keeps shifting day to day — you’re intolerable and grouchy, snap at minor things and make mistakes all day. your heart, as tired and as worn out as it is, still skips a beat when you think about hancock despite what you try to tell yourself when you’re alone. somehow, you’ve convinced yourself that the only reason why you’re thinking about her, is because you miss fucking her.

the lie is tough to digest, but you keep repeating it and sooner or later you’ll believe it, right?

soon, everything reminds you of her.

on a warm night, a small festival is held, and you wander around listless and slightly tipsy. memories of the first time you met boa hancock — outside of all the fanfare that her royal title awards her — plague you relentlessly. you remember the warmth from that night, similar to this one; you remember how highly oppressive and unbearable the humidity was; and you also remember that you were on your third drink when you unceremoniously bumped into the pirate empress.

at first, her sisters demanded you apologize, but you were annoyed and had just been dumped so you chose audacity instead.

hancock’s irritation was evident, despite her not saying much — and it wasn’t until your rambling struck a nerve that she fired back. it was the first time he’d let her walls down, and her sisters watched in shock as both of you went back and forth over nothing. hancock called you all sorts of terrible names, and you sneered and laughed in her face. the fact that you weren’t cowering in fear or salivating over her beauty set her skin on fire in a way she didn’t understand.

you remember her dismissing the other gorgon sisters, insisting that she’d be able to handle you on her own. and she did, in a way. if anyone were to ask her about that time, hancock would easily admit that she regrets meeting you that night — but it would be a lie. the only thing she regrets is allowing you to infiltrate her heart, to settle without permission, to make her feel less than when she knew she was anything but.

her brattiness is unappealing on the surface and you normally wouldn’t be attracted to a woman who boldly wears such an ugly personality with pride. somehow, hancock has made the trait endearing to you, in a strange way; she’s so unapologetic with her behavior, that you find it rather comical. why people take her seriously is beyond you.

but, despite all of that, you do miss her.

you miss seeing the way her nose would scrunch and wrinkle when she was disgusted with something insignificant and minute; you miss kissing her in the middle of arguments and watching her easily melt underneath your touch; but you mostly miss hearing her complain about your lack of etiquette, about how odd she finds your views on the world, and about how you see her more clearly than anyone else on the island.

that sort of vulnerability terrifies her, and it’s why she’s been so miserable without you.

her sisters pay you a visit one morning and implore you to talk some sense into hancock. they tell you about how her temper tantrums have gotten uncontrollable (even for them) and how she barely eats or bothers leaving the palace these days. that bit surprises you, as hancock thrives off the validation from the populace. at first you mean to refuse them, but when you take note of how marigold anxiously fidgets with the gold bracelet around her wrist and the way sandersonia has dark circles under her eyes, you give in.

after taking a long, long soak in the bath, hancock pads back to her room naked, deciding to keep the windows open so she can air dry properly. you find her shortly after, out of breath from running over to the palace; she didn’t lock her door — and why should she? she’s the empress, after all — so you enter her room with ease. because she’s been so out of it lately, she’s been sluggish in her reactions to certain things; especially since she hasn’t stopped thinking about you.

with the door shut and locked behind you, hancock’s mind clears a bit; she blinks slowly, her dark eyes honed on you, taking in your thick thighs and toned body. as usual, hancock’s face only features an impassive expression, and she keeps her tone flat when she addresses you.

“why the hell are you in my bedroom?” she grabs the silk robe that’s draped over her mattress and puts it on in a rush.

before you can answer her or move closer, she picks up a large pillow and chucks it at you in the hopes that you’ll get the hint and leave her alone. you sidestep the attack, lips pressed together as you hold back a laugh; she can’t honestly think that a pillow will stop you, can she? hancock keeps throwing things, anything within her reach that isn’t nailed down to the floor or wall. you try to reason with her, try to make your way closer, but stop when you see the way her lips quiver.

she keeps fumbling with tying her robe properly, keeps looking down at her trembling fingers — the same ones that have tugged on your hair more times than you can count — but still she won’t say anything else to you.

after a minute, hancock manages to compose herself once again, her lips pressed tightly together as she fights the urge to berate herself for looking weak in front of you — as if you care about any of that. your silence compels her to swiftly make her way towards you, long legs shimmering in the sunlight, captivating you so much that you forget you’re supposed to be angry with her.

“look at you,” she stands tall, her pride giving her the confidence she needs to verbally tear you apart. “you’ve come begging for my forgiveness, right?” she doesn’t wait for you to respond and simply flips her hair over her shoulder before continuing. it’s all she can do to keep her composure around you; she knows if she gives you even a fraction of an inch, you’ll take a whole damn mile. “i should have you gutted for entering the palace without permission. you should know your damn place.” while her words are harsh, her delivery doesn’t quite match the expression on her face. maybe it’s because you haven’t taken your eyes off of her since you entered her room; or, maybe it’s because she’s standing much closer than necessary but can’t physically move herself away.

did you cast a spell on her without her knowledge?

while her eyes do narrow at that possibility, she highly doubts that you could, as there’s no one on amazon lily that doesn’t succumb to her treacherous beauty. but you continue to defy her expectations and you never know when to quit. which is why she just wants to grab you by the neck and toss you out the window; maybe if she actually kills you this time, she’ll be done with you forever.

except, she could never bring herself to harm you — not really. so she continues with her rant, reminding you that you’re beneath her, that you should be happy someone like her gave you any attention at all, but the more she talks, the more you want her to just shut the hell up.

“you’re right,” you say, cutting her off without remorse or any regards for your own safety, “and i deserve all of that,” and possibly more, but you don’t add that bit in. it becomes a little difficult to focus, what with hancock watching you with a different kind of intensity than you’re used to. “i… should’ve just explained myself properly before. but, more importantly,” you decide to take a risk and gently grab her by the hips.

silence wraps around her, blending into her thoughts, warping her perception of everything that’s happening. your hand is warm — much too warm, hot almost; she can feel the heat through the flimsy fabric as she presses her body closer to yours. whatever it is you want to tell her doesn’t matter — maybe she’ll pester you about it all later, but right now all she wants is you.

so, you give in and allow yourself to be more selfish than usual.

when your lips brush against hers, she completely comes alive — the longing you both felt for weeks, the irritation and unsaid words, they all prompt her to wrap her arms around your neck. it’s something short of a loving embrace, but you know better. your kiss goes from slow and tender to something much more fevered and enthusiastic; her lips are soft and supple, wholly inviting and terribly mesmerizing. you back her against the wall as she threads her fingers through your hair, tugging on it roughly, her patience practically nonexistent from all her wanting. you laugh at her in between kisses, breath warm against her skin — a feat that simultaneously annoys and arouses her — and remind her to play nice.

when she tugs on your hair again, you bite her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but run your tongue along the miniature wound to soothe the sting. she inhales sharply, the pain not noticeable, but the way you suck on her lip makes her head spin while also leaving her breathless.

a woman like hancock doesn’t beg, but when you grab her ass roughly — aggressive, yet completely undoing — she lets out a whimper so pathetic she’s almost ashamed of herself.

she should slap you, but all she does is roll her hips forward once you spread her legs and run your fingers against her folds. in a fit of desperation, to excuse her reactions, she tells herself that it’s because she hasn’t been touched in so long — but deep down she knows the truth; she knows it’s because there’s no one else she’d rather have here with her, and that is a terrifying revelation. still, she’s very receptive to your touch, her back arching as soon as you spread her with your fingers.

her arousal drips down slowly, and while you’d love to take your time with her, you also know that if you don’t hurry up you might actually lose your mind. you trail kisses down the length of her neck, and hancock presses her lips together to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. it’s ridiculous the way her body can easily be commanded by you without much effort; she wants to hate you for leading her down this path, but she can’t ever bring herself to do so.

love makes people incredibly foolish and tender indeed.

“that won’t do,” you remark lightly, gliding your fingers back and forth, barely grazing her clit. her breathing stops momentarily when you open her robe completely and drop to your knees in front of her. “why are you holding back?” you don’t ask her because you actually want the answer; you ask because you know it’ll annoy her greatly.

you tease her entrance with your fingers and a shiver fires through her entire body; with her lips parted, you strain your ears a bit, but you hear through her all of her light panting, her softly saying please, please, please. she’s trying so hard to hold it together, and you commend her for her efforts by inching your fingers inside of her slowly. hancock’s façade finally shatters, and you hear her moan audibly as you plunge your fingers in and out of her pussy. you love the way she clenches around your fingers — warm and tight, soft in a way that just doesn’t make sense to you — and the way she moves her hips once your tongue playfully swirls around her clit.

you drape her long, shapely leg over your shoulder and scissor your fingers inside of her pussy; you hum against her skin, thoroughly enjoying the way her chest heaves and how she can’t seem to stop moaning your name.

if only she was always this compliant.

a heat passes through your body as her nails rake against your scalp, and if you weren’t so hellbent keeping her steady, she’d probably fall over by now. you eat her pussy with vigor, swapping your fingers for your tongue; you thrust it inside without remorse, and she quickly becomes a whimpering mess as she chants “yes, yes, yes.” you mean to tell her to keep it down, but a part of you also enjoys it when she lets go and gives into her desires. you don’t want to get caught, but the thrill of it incites you to lap at her pussy — greedy and eager, as if it’s the most savory meal you’ve ever had. her wetness drips down your chin, glistening along your lips but you don’t stop.

she watches you in a trance, unsure if she’ll ever be able to let you go after this. possessive by nature, hancock never thought she’d find herself in this sort of position, but there she is, completely under your spell. every swipe of your tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge — a dangerous dance that she does without thinking. she brings her free hand to cup and knead one of her breasts — hefty and round, moaning repeatedly, voice already straining as she shamelessly rides your face.

you love it, though and when you suck on her clit roughly, lightning wraps around her veins, time slowing down around her, causing her vision to blur. she’s so wound up, that the orgasm takes her completely by surprise — her hips buck wildly and you hold her firmly as you work your fingers back into her pussy. you pull away just to give her a haughty look — one that she catches by accident through her tear-stained lashes — voice low and husky as you continue teasing her. “you’re doing so good,” you lick her clit hard enough to have her eyes roll back, “do you trust me?”

it's not fair of you to ask her genuine questions right now, but you need to know.

hancock swallows hard, unable to think properly, but answers without hesitation: “y-yes.”

her voice is sweet, much more demure than you’re used to; your heart suddenly feels much too big for your chest, the beats growing louder and thunderous; a dangerous combination when coupled with your cowardice. but you know better than to cower away, so you muster the courage to quietly respond with, “good, i’m glad.”

you’re not sure why you ask her that, but you keep thinking about it when you have her naked on her bed with her hands bound above her. thanks to you, her normally blemish-free skin is littered with bite marks and dark red bruises — small and harmless, but you do feel a sliver of remorse when you realize she’ll have to cover herself up for a bit when she’s outside of the palace. you tell her she’s a masterpiece worthy of exhibition, and she tells you that you’re insolent for stating the obvious.

she’s so beautiful and vulnerable in this position — flushed cheeks, tears in her eyes, legs shaking as they’re spread wide for you; her pussy is swollen after you slapped it a few times when she gave you lip a few minutes ago. out of habit, hancock wants to run her mouth again when you hover over her, but her words never come out. she looks up at you, silently wondering why you keep coming back to her. the melancholy that accompanies those thoughts is heavy enough to make her want to cry, so she ignores it. she wraps her legs around you as you rock your hips against hers, cunt still dripping — eager and inviting.

fucking hancock is like being trapped in a feverish dream, one where you fall over and over, unable to predict if you’ll survive in the end. it’s an unending maelstrom — powerful and unpredictable, wild, and all-consuming. sweat pools at your temples, but you don’t slow down until you wrench another orgasm out of her. her voice grows hoarse, and she claws at your chest; you lick the tears off her cheeks and kiss her in a way that deludes her into thinking that she’s your one and only.

when you finally cum, it’s with her name on your lips. your hips stutter and your breath is uneven — for you, your pleasure comes mostly from watching her unravel underneath you. hancock never lets you stay over, but she’s surprisingly soft with you afterwards, even letting you run your fingers through her silky, ink-black hair.

the intimacy scares both of you, but you can’t stop yourself from touching her like that. and even though you’re both sticky and sweaty, skin burning in a way that doesn’t make sense, you still stay close to one another.

she opens her mouth several times, the compulsion to curse you out for driving her mad grows weaker as time passes. she watches you fall asleep and she admires your features without restraint. she refuses to tell you that you’re much more attractive than she’d like you to be; she’d rather you be hideous with a shitty personality, but that’s not the case, is it? she’s hopelessly enamored with you, and you with her.

nothing will ever be perfect between the two of you, but you don’t need perfection or superficiality — not with her; you like dealing with the true, raw version of herself. there will be a moment — not now, but in the near future — where you’ll be brave enough to finish your confession; but for now, you keep it to yourself, tucked safely away in your heart, and enjoy the way your limbs are tangled with hers.

#*cries softly*#i am finished!!! finally #fic request #500+ followers event #milestone event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#one piece smut #one piece angst #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #boa hancock #boa hancock x reader #boa hancock x y/n #boa hancock smut #hancock x reader #hancock x y/n #one piece imagine

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moonlightdancer26 · 9 months

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rant abt james for me bc i hate him with a burning passion

thank you my luv it’s been a while since I made an anti James post 😘

(@ my beautiful followers, if you like James this post ain’t here for you <3)

Aight, let’s get to work:

I honestly can’t understand why people love James so much. Like, I get thinking “oh I wish we could’ve seen more content of James/the Marauders” is okay bc the Marauders era is one of the most interesting things about the series……. but having a whole ass FANDOM for him when he literally didn’t even have 20 whole lines in all 7 books and basically being a plot device with zero relevance?? And then attacking and acting superior to fans who like the original series?? Where did all this audacity come from? 😭

Also?? The longest scene we see with James in it has him choking someone with soapsuds (aka waterboarding.. which is a known torture method), harassing and blackmailing the girl he likes, threatening to hex her when all she was doing was defending her friend, AND SEXUALLY ASSAULTING ANOTHER BOY FOR NO REASON (oh sorry hold on I remember, the reason was bc “he exists” and “Sirius was bored”). I genuinely cannot fathom how people can read all that and then think “oh yeah James was def a good guy, anyway Snape totally deserved it.” Every scene we see (emphasis on see, I’m not relying on James’s best friend to simply tell us how “awesome sauce” he was 🤷‍♀️) James in has him being absolutely awful just for the hell of it, JKR really thought she could have one of his besties say “oh well he actually kinda deflated his head a lil bit so it’s oKaY Harry” and then get away with it 💀

Anyway, not only does James suck, but he’s also ✨Irrelevant.✨ He ✨serves no purpose.✨ He ✨has no character.✨ He ✨is a plot device.✨ He ✨was dead a decade before the series began.✨ He doesn’t even have an interesting backstory or any interesting factors, he was literally just an asshole who boned Lily and got his ass murdered by Voldy. I don’t even care if Severus was worse than him or not, at least Sev was INTERESTING, at least he had an actual personality. James serves no purpose in the story besides being Harry’s father.

That’s all for now, I can yell in DMs if you’d like.

#anti james potter #hot damn that tag looks good on my posts #anti marauders #anti marauder stans #anti marauders stans #anti marauderfen #anti marauders stan #harry potter #hp

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generallysapphic · 1 year

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let’s go everywhere together +18 (riri williams x reader) pt 2

it’s one of your first school breaks with riri and you’ve been trying to avoid any contact with your family for as long as possible, ignoring phone calls and not reading texts. riri notices this, and plans a couple of weeks away for you both, surprising you and accidentally causing some of the problems you wanted to avoid arise.

we’re back again folks. riri my love, i neeeddd you. y’all already know this is that little riri series i’m working on and i really hope you guys are liking it bc i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon! riri means the world to me (part one here!)

my usually warnings; overstim, strap on sex, crying, praise kink, pet names, light bullying, squirting, multiple orgasms, reader gets spoiled/ mild angst, homophobic family, unsupportive family, lesbianaphobia and harsh language, crying (for a different reason), supportive! riri, defensive! riri

song inspo : do you mind by evann mcintosh

tag list; thank you my loves for all the support!! @chidinma @rxcently @vlkyriesverse @verachii @widowmakker @mocha-aya @shuristan101 @dejaonline @supahst4r @no-oneelsebutnsu @an1meslvt @shuriszn @yamsthoughts @6-noir @g4yforu @adharaoaklyn @remwritess @lolas-bunny @msplayas @acommonwhor3

enjoy!! ��

riri had been spoiling you lately. and you knew exactly why.

spring break was coming up, and the year had flown right past your eyes. your grades were good, you were good, so happy and content living your little life with riri on campus, but it was all coming to an end. in just one short week, your world was going to come crashing down. in one week you’d either have to decide to go back home for three weeks and face the wrath that is your extremely awful mother or nearly empty your already small bank account to rent an air bnb or hotel room long enough for the break.

you couldn’t fathom staying with your mother, it would practically kill you; her terrible, old ways and just all in all intensity was just so unpleasant to be around, but it was overall how much you knew she hated that you were a lesbian. it ate her up inside like she was dealing with her own demons about her sexuality of some sort, but you couldnt take three weeks of fighting, or her threatening to kick you out or end your phone plan or anything like that.

and those thoughts have been weighing on you, making you go quiet during conversations and having a lull in participation in even your favorite class. all your cakes in culinary were failing and your notes had become jumbled and useless to understand, so much so your professors pulled you aside to ask if there was any way they could help.

you always said, “yes, keep me in class over break so i don’t have to go home,” and they always laughed, even though you were completely serious.

riri was picking up on this too. she would constantly buy you things, you spent every single night in her dorm, or you were never in yours alone. she would be at your side, always trying to make you laugh in some way to ease your mind. and you appreciated it, of course you did, but thoughts like these weren’t just going to disappear anytime soon.

it was really weighing you down.

you were leaving your composition and design class, and in two short hours you’d literally be homeless, broke, or driven into insanity and the thought made your chest ache. you sighed as your phone rang in your pocket, you knew who it was, even though you had blocked her after her very disturbing comments on thanksgiving.

once the call dropped, you called riri, already feeling tears weld up in your eyes. she picks up almost immediately, “hey baby, class over?” and you whisper a small “yeah,” walking straight to her dorm with your head down and voice quiet. riri hears it though, “hey, it’s alright baby, she still calling?” and you nod even though you know she can’t see you, but she understands. “when you get home, i have a surprise okay, it’ll make you feel so much better i promise, okay? it’s already unlocked,” and you smiled, eyes still wet but your heart finally slowed, “thank you, baby,”

and you hear her smile, “anything for you,” your steps pick up a bit, and finally you’re at her building.

riri’s music is heard through her dorm room before you even get there and you smile to yourself, happy to know everything will get better the minute you open her door.

when you do, riri’s packing, most of her dorm already barren and empty and your heart sinks. right, you think, riri’s leaving. your mind reels for a second but riri sees you and comes up to you and rubs your arms, “hey, woah, whatever you’re thinking stop it because it’s not it, it’s alright,” and you nod, trying to hear her but your eyes are already getting wet again and you feel stupid and so over it—

and riri pulls up her phone, showing you her screen, and it says,

your two week air bnb has been booked! confirmation code 7HD89JKMA. CHECK IN: April, 4 2:00 pm under name, RIRI WILLIAMS, for destination myrtle beach, south carolina thank you!

you blink for a second, not actually understand the message until riri talks again, “i know you were really stressed about going home and all that shit for spring break, so i thought we could spend it together,” she says, smiling, and your heart swells and you smile, eyes now wet for a different reason, and you want to hug her but you think—

“oh my god, riri, how much was this? we can’t— you shouldn’t have��” and she cuts you off, “actually i didn’t even spend that much. turns out the owners are real but fans of ironheart, so, for a little fee of 10k, i gave them a lil prototype blaster i made,” she shrugs a bit when you laugh at her, shocked, “i honestly can’t believe they bought it, that thing was so useless,” she’s saying but you can’t hear her, your head is ringing and you’re filled with so much joy.

you nearly tackle her into a hug, much like she does you, and she laughs as you kiss all over her face, your lip gloss getting everywhere and you’re saying “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over again and riri holds you close, rubbing your back and kissing you when your lips finally meet. she holds you there, a long, deep kiss, and you smile into it, holding on to her like she’s the only think that matters. you pull away, sighing, “i love you,” you whisper against her nose and she whispers it right back, looking deep into your eyes.

you’ve packed nearly everything you could think of, sunscreen, toothpaste, your hair products… you’re fumbling through your bad at the air port, checking one last time and riri comes back with your sandwhiches laughing. “babe, you’ve got it all, we checked like four times, it’s alright,” she says exasperated. you sigh out a laugh as she sits down, “i know, you’re right, okay. i’ll stop, which ones yours?” and she hands you your food and you both sit in comfortable silence.

you smile to yourself as the time passes, riri on her phone watching some show she’s tried to rope you into and you listening to music, head on her shoulder as you wait for your flight to board. you still couldn’t fathom that riri had done all this just for you, just so you could stop worrying and finally relaxing.

you sigh to yourself and glance at her slightly, her eyebrows down as her murder mystery plays. you chuckle and she looks at you, “what?” she says smirking, and you giggle, “no, nothing your show watching face is just so cute, you look so serious,” and she shoves you a bit, “man, look, i’m trying to figure who murder angela! and they keep talking about stupid shit, like i can’t, even the deceive is pissing me of like—,” and she’s rambling again, already eager to talk to you about her show, and you’ve heard a million times but it still makes you smile.

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket though, before riri can get too deep in it, and your heart sinks a bit. riri notices, “how many times is that today?” she says quietly, focusing all her attention on you now. you sigh once the call drops, “15,” whispering it out like it’s a secret. riri exhales right behind you, “fucking shit, that’s insane,” and you nod, leaning back into her shoulder. she wraps an arm around you, kissing your forehead lightly, “when we land you gonna turn your phone off?” she suggested still quiet, and you chew on your lip thinking. she had asked you beforehand, during your packing and you gave her an uneasy shrug.

“what if it’s an emergency? what if she needs me?” you said sadly, fulling sitting down and riri almost rolled her eyes at you, “baby, look at me, if it was an emergency there’s something called voicemail. and who cares?! she treated you like shit!” and you sigh,

“i know, it’s just,” you fold another pair of pants, “she’s my mom, i guess,” you whisper and riri walks over to you, titling your head up, “i know, mami, but look at how much this stresses you out. i just want you happy, baby, in anyway possible. so just, think about it okay?” and you nod and riri kisses you slowly, hands on your waist to pull you closer.

you put your hand in hers, sighing, “i might. i think i will,” you say quietly and she nods, licking her lips to hide her smile. you chuckle to yourself because you see it, she’s so obvious, and suddenly your flight number is up on the screen, the now boarding sign making you and riri jump up and collect your things, shoving a few more pieces of sandwich in your mouths. the plane boards quickly, everyone just like you and riri, rushing to get somewhere else for spring break. you sit once you’ve past all the security and riri, being the sweet girlfriend she is, gives you the window seat. you smile at her, a silent thank you, as the plane begins to take off.

riri’s checked every bed, bathroom, and beyond once you guys arrive to make sure everything is clean and ready to be used. you had gone to the master bedroom and god, it was gorgeous; long wall sized windows against the side that opened to a gorgeous balcony right above a small pool downstairs. the bed itself was huge, you and riri so used to the twin xl’s MIT provided had you both geeked. you’re on the balcony, breathing in and sighing once you hear the all clear from riri downstairs.

“so after we get all unpacked you wanna head to the beach, relax a bit before the sun sets, yeah?” she says behind you and turn to her, soft smile on your lips. she’s already changed, some shorts (god, look at her thighs) and a crop top, already changed for the warmer weather of south carolina. she smiles back at you when she sees you, “what?” her mouth quirking up to the sides, like she already knows and it’s likely she does.

you walk slowly to her, smiling and biting your lip, before you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close, “thank you baby,” you whisper lowly and she gets the hint and smiles a bit harder too, leaning in with a, “youre welcome, my love,” whispered back before your mouth is finally on hers.

it starts slow, both you and riri just happy to feel each other and finally having some time outside of school to be in each other presence. you’ve already cut your phone off, riri almost begging you to once the plane lands and you do, agreeing you two should just spend some time together. she’s rubbing up and down your back, lightly groping your ass and you sigh against her mouth, enjoying the foreplay.

you feel riri start to lead you both back inside, walking backwards as you follow, your tongue melting against hers. she whines a bit, pulling away, “all of our stuff is downstairs, shit,” and you sigh, “you want me to get it?” and riri looks in your eyes, shaking her head, “no i can get it, you stay here and look pretty,” she says, all too close to your mouth, before she walks off, slapping your ass slightly earning a small yell of surprise from you.

you roll your eyes once she’s downstairs and sought after the bed, sighing and laying down once you hit the plush covers. riri was right for making you turn off your phone, you decide, your brain was clear and you heart was full; now all you thought about was making love with your girlfriend over and over and over again.

when she finally comes back, she had her boxers on and the small black bag from your luggage full of your sex toys. you sit up, leaning all your weight in your forearms and lowering your eyes. riri smiles a bit and walks towards you, finally on top of you again, setting the bag on your side and rubbing up your thighs under your dress, kissing you deeply. you moan slightly, moving your head in tandem with hers and she moves your dress up to your stomach, reveling your already soaking underwear.

you sigh into her mouth and she pulls away with a drag of your lip, “what do you want, mami? can you ask me?” she whispers agains your lips, hands right before your clothed clit and you whine, your mind fogged, “god, fuck me, riri, please, i need it,” you moan back against her and she smiles again, kissing you briefly before heading back to your neck, kissing you there and slowly taking off your underwear.

you whine and sigh, impatient, and riri grounds your thighs with her hands, “it’s alright baby, i got you.” and toss your head back once she finally adds some pressure to your clit, it’s cute but it’s not enough, “cmon riri, please… please, more, i— i need it—” you whine back desperately and riri sits up and nods, a quick “yeah okay, baby,” and finally moves your thighs around so she can twist your underwear off and you moan once the chilled air hits your lips and riri practically licks her at the sight of you: dress pulled up and pussy wet and pulsing. you feel yourself heat up under her gaze and it makes you try to cover yourself, “cmon, baby, hurry..” you emphasize and riri nearly scoffs.

“we got three weeks together baby, imma take my time with you, okay?” and she says it like she doesn’t care if you object. you moan, frustrated, but you feel her kiss at your thighs and it makes you sigh out in relief to some degree. she finally gets to your pussy and you feel her breathe and your thighs twitch.

“you have such a pretty pussy, mami, have i ever told you that? so fucking beautiful,” and you groan, closing your eyes at the praise and move your pussy closer to her mouth and riri laughs cruelly, “not yet baby, let me look at you,” she whispers and she takes two fingers to pull your lips apart, your entrance pulsing lowly and you jump, sighing and whining. “so wet for me, love, fuck,” she whispers lowly, moving in and kissing your clit; you moan at the suddenly contact, legs shaking a bit under her hand.

riri moans against you, pulling away slightly, “and you always taste so fucking good for me, baby,” and you moan once her whole mouth nearly swallows your clit, riri sucking heavily against you now, and you buck, your thighs threatening to close around her head as you moan out.

“unghhhfffffuuccckkk, ri, baby, right there, right thereeee—!” you squirm against her, riri’s hands holding your legs apart as her mouth works on you, sucking gently and soothing over your thighs, a silent “go ahead and let it out,” you’ve come to realize. and you always do, cursing, moaning, yelling, whatever you can as riri’s tongue opens you up.

your orgasm approaches fast— of course it does with all her teasing— and you sigh, moans changing in pitch as you thrust up in her mouth, whining out, “i’m cumming, god fuck, i’m cumming, baby, please don’t stop— FUCK, fuck, i’m cumming—!” and you feel riri nod against your clit. you yell out as you feel your orgasm trickle through your entire body, clit swelling and pulsing under her tongue as she eases you through it, hands soothing over your thighs as she continues to suck, gentler this time, until she hears you whine high pitched and overstimulated and riri pulls away, chin sticky and huffing.

you sigh once you see her, setting up in your elbows and coaxing her to come forward and riri does, climbing over your body and kissing her deeply, sighing into your mouth as you do too, tasting yourself on her lips. you pull her down completely, arms wrapped around her feeling all her weight on yours.

riri pulls away first, “i really wanna fuck you, baby,” and you giggle, spreading your legs a bit, “well then go ahead,” you tease at her and she laughs too, moving back to where she was, sitting up and toying with your pussy slightly, fingering you slowly, trying to open you and you gasp, still reeling from your last orgasm and she soothes over your thigh, shushing you, “so good, baby, just take it okay?” and you nod, feeling her fingers move in and out of you curling up occasionally to hit your g-spot.

you moan, “i’m — haa, i’m ready baby, please, cmon, ri please—” and riri nods, probably feeling more anxious than you and adjusts the strap against her boxers, taking her fingers out momentarily to grab the lube, lathering herself up and beginning to move against you. you sigh, ready and eager, and you feel her.

your eyes roll back and close as a low moan leaves you, her strap sliding inside you with ease and you feel your head toss back as riri comes forward, and she lets out her own, “fuck,” watching her enter you slowly, your pussy filling out as she reaches the hilt, her lower stomach right against yours, your clit brushing up against her boxers. you whine out once riri bottoms out, holding on her forearms and pulling her down for a kiss.

riri gives you no time to adjust after she feels you whine in her mouth and grind against her, she pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, the skin on skin contact echoing around the room. you disconnect your lips to moan, yelling out curses as she fucks into you. the strap on she’s using you can tell is the newer one; just a bit bigger with rubbed edges to make you feel everything. you’ve only used it maybe twice but, fuck, it’s becoming your favorite. you sigh out as riri leans down and attacks your neck, moving her hands against your breasts.

you gasp, “ohhhh, right there baby, pleaseeee fuck me fuck me right there—!” riri finally changes her angle and fucks deep on your g-spot, thrusts becoming sloppy once she hears how close you are. riri’s dick was always able to drive you over the edge even when you’ve just reached it. you toss your head back but riri says it before you can, still keeping her harsh pace, “gonna cum baby? yeah? ask me mami, ask me,” she grunts out and you claw at the sheets, pussy twitching and full of her dick.

“fuck— haaaffffuccccckk, riri baby, ri please please, PLEASE ughhh let me cum please, i’m so— i’m so close—!” and riri nods, your moans always driving her closer to her own orgasm, you’ve discovered. you feel her thighs shake a bit against yours and you moan once she nods, adding some pressure on your clit, “cum for me mami, let me see it, go ahead,” you sigh out a “thank you,” mumbling praises and such as you feel your pussy squeeze around riri, pulsing and twitching as your head tosses back and you feel your orgasm string though you, your whole body glowing.

riri’s right behind you, clit rubbing against the softness of her boxers being paired with your moans enough to drive her over. she curses lowly, still thrusting some like she’s trying to push her orgasm inside of you and the thought makes you twitch in excitement once your pussy finally calms down. riri sighs out and pulls out slowly, collecting her breath as you do the same. she gently falls next to you and you rub against her cheek with your hand, smiling. she smiles back at you, holding your hand in hers.

you close your eyes, slightly, sighing before you hear riri say, “one more?” and you gasp at her and shove her a bit, laughing and giggling, “sure, sure, cmon,” and she’s smiling once more when you open your eyes and leans over to kiss you. riri’s infamous “one more?” usually meant all night.

you both maneuver in a way that results in you on top of riri, sliding down slowly on her dick and you both sigh, riri watching you intensely and holding your dress up so she can get the full view, “you’re so pretty, baby,” she whispers kissing your knuckles. you’re holding on to her hands to ground yourself, body still quivering from your orgasm and you whine once your completely full again, the dildo rubbing against your walls.

riri thrusts up slightly, asking quietly, “you okay?” and you nod your head, eyes still shut trying to adjust. she sits up properly and captures your mouth, holding on to your back and you wrap your arms around her. she kisses you deeply, slowly thrusting and moving inside you and you gasp lowly against her mouth.

it’s a slow pace, mostly just because you want to feel each other and riri keeps it up until you start to get impatient, rutting against her more aggressively to get some stimulation on your clit. you sigh out once she takes the hint and lays you both down, thrusting up into and still leaving your mouth connected. you moan, separating for a bit, “ohhh, ri, love you—” you slut a bit, pushing back down on her in tandem with her thrusts. she whispers it back, dazed and sighing a bit, thrusts getting sloppier as both of your orgasms approached once more. “i’m— unnnhhhh in cumming baby, i feel it, ohhh ri— fuck, fuck—!” and you feel your orgasm ripple through you again, your brain buzzing lowly and your thighs flexing and twitching against hers. riri cums not a moment later, holding on to your back and moaning lowly in your chin, making you sigh and rub her arms as she pulses in her boxers.

you both fall over now, sighing and collecting yourselves. riri rubs all over your body and kisses your shoulders. you giggle, “i know you said you wanted go to the beach but i literally cannot move,” and she laughs behind you, “me neither, let’s go to bed,” and you laugh as she turns both of you over, slipping out of you and gathering all the toys together and putting them in the sink. you don’t miss how her legs wobble a bit. you joke, “you alright there?”

she’s faced away from you but her middle finger comes up, “fuck you,” she jokes right back and you laugh a bit, fixing your dress and sitting up properly, “you just did, babe, let’s get some rest please,”

and she comes back, different shirt on, still flicking you off. you sigh once she lays down, gathering you up in her arms, your dress now off leaving you in your undershirt. you sigh against her chest as she turns on the tv for some background noise, “i love you, you know that?” you whisper slightly and riri nods, “of course you do, i just got done fucking your brains out so yeah i hope you love me,” she jokes and you hit her chest lightly “oh whatever,” you say but you’re smiling, eyes shutting slightly as you relax in her arms. she whispers a soft, “goodnight,” into your scalp and sleep washes over you, you too content to fight it anymore.

riri takes you on a shopping spree the next afternoon after some quick shower sex. it ends with you steaming and jelly legged and riri walks out wobbling a bit too and you both laugh. the shower itself was huge enough for you both and then some, and you both felt refreshed and relaxed once more.

you wear a simple one piece, the florals of the romper coloring your skin nicely. a gold set matches your dress, one riri had bought for you for your birthday. riri wears another crop top and a small skirt, hugging everything just right and you can’t help but smack her ass once she walks by to get her hair clips. she slaps your hand away laughing out, “exactly why i never wear this shit,” but you know she likes the attention.

you both leave after a small quick breakfast, walking out in the sun and holding hands. you’re right on the boardwalk, thanks to riri’s haggling of her creation, and it’s between a museum, an aquarium, and some shopping centers. you’re already excited, phone still off and head still feeling clear, and you don’t even have to ask riri to follow you into some stores.

you shop for a bit, trying things on with riri and making her try some things on with you. she leaves the boutique with a nice new suit and you a new romper like you don’t already have 6, which is what riri says.

when you’re back on the boardwalk, you make simple conversation, holding bags and walking to the next boutique, “i think we should go shoe shopping next, yeah?” you suggest and riri perks up, her not-so-secret interest was shoes and she smiles a bit, the quirks of her mouth tilting, much like it does when she’s shying up, “yeah, that’s cool,” she plays it off but you smile anyways.

you smile a bit, really enjoying the moment until—

“y/n? holy shit is that really you?”

your stomach turns. it really couldn’t be, there’s no way. riri turns before you do, eyebrows down, making eye contact with a young girl, maybe a couple of years older than you, before turning you, “uh, who is that?”

you eyes feel wet, “girl, you really not gon say hi to your sister?!” riri gapes at you and you turn around before she can say anything more, “charmaine, hey girl!” you laugh out awkwardly and your sister smiles a bit harder, rings blinging in the sun and teeth nearly blinding you. she comes towards you and opens her arms, hugging her with your bags in hand.

“girllll, it’s been so long!! where you been?” fuck, you wanted to leave, but you laugh away your tears as she pulls away to look at you. “oh yknow, still MIT, remember?”

charmaine smacks her lips, “oh yeah, i remember that, you thought you was all that getting into that school, huh? didn’t tell nobody nothing!” you feel the heat in your stomach grow, you did tell them, you had told everyone and they acted like you were supposed to stay home and refused to help you and didn’t bat an eye when your mama kicked you out and— “yeah, i guess i just wanted to keep it to myself,” you mutter and charmaine laughs again, pulling out her phone.

riri’s watching you intensely, mostly because she knows you’re lying, she’s heard this story before— you wanted so badly for your family to be proud of you, and when the time came for affirmative action and you got into MIT early they had cast you out like they couldn’t fathom you leaving let alone so far away.

“and who is this? mama was talking about you being with somebody, but i ain’t know she meant a girl,” charmaine says the last part like it physically pains her to get it out, and you feel it all over again, everything you wanted to avoid, your memories flood back— thanksgiving, your senior year, charmaine telling you to suck it up and stop crying when your mama would yell and embarrass you every year—

“yeah, well, fuck you too,” riri mumbles only for you to hear, folding her arms. “my name is riri, and i think that’s our que to leave,” and she offers her hand to you and you stiffen, ready to go but hear charmaine’s voice, “oh my god, you’re really a dyke? like for real, holy shit no wonder you never call anybody,” charmaine doesn’t even pay attention to what riri had even said and you chuckle eyes still wet and heart still beating and she scoffs, “girl if you gon be smart be smart to my face, stop saying shit under your breath,”

“why are you here, charmaine?” you finally ask, looking up, tears spilling and you catch riri look at you for a second but your sister doesn’t miss a beat, “girl it’s spring break, you’re not the only one in school, yknow. i know you think you hot shit but i got classes and all that bullshit too,” and she’s already getting offensive, much like she always was, you’d ask a simple question and she’d treat it like an interrogation.

“okay, you’re right; it is spring break. but you’re here. the beach, of all places. and you hate the beach, remember? for my birthday all i wanted was to go to the beach and we left four days early because mama believed you when you lied about being allergic to fucking sand,” your voice is raising now, all the bottled feelings coming up in your throat and you feel riri put her hand in your back but it doesn’t settle you, “yeah, well that was forever ago—”

you cut her off, “and yet here you are, faux sand allergy and all, the day after i haven’t returned any of mamas calls, a week after you had texted me that you was really disappointed in the way i was acting, right? so, you, my sister who i havent seen in nearly five years with a hatred of the beach so big she ruined my birthday, are here, on the fucking beach. so i ask, why?”

charmaine opens her mouth to speak but you can’t stop whatever train your on, “why are you here when you told me that no one would ever love me? when mama kicked me out five years ago and you threw my stuff out with her? why are you here when last year you told me you were ‘proud to be an only child’? why the fuck are you here when i’m finally fucking happy and forgetting about the fucking shitty family i came from?!” you finally yell, a couple of onlookers walking by and staring but you don’t care, all the shyness you had felt are replaced by white hot rage, the feeling deep inside your stomach like a pit that’s been sat for too long.

charmaine sighs a bit, clearly not going to give you the answer you were looking for, and says, “mama was worried,” you laugh, a deep, cruel laugh that even shocks you a bit. “yeah if she was so fucking worried, she wouldn’t have kicked me out two fucking months before i started classes.” you spit out harshly and she’s about to retort but you remember what riri had told you, and get it out before she can stop you, “tell mama, if she calls me again, i’m calling the police for harassment. and if she ever sends you to follow me again, i’m reporting you both for stalking,”

you hear riri stifle a bit of a laugh, and charmaine is about to speak, but youre turning away before she can, picking up some of the bags your dropped and letting out a deep breath, riri coming to your side immediately. “are you okay?” she whispers as you both walk away and you feel everything you had been holding back in your throat once again, wet, hot tears burn at your eyes and you shake your head “no,” you whisper out and she nods, holding you close and walking away faster, trying to find a bench for something for you to sit on.

your mind is racing, heart still beating out of your chest and once your sat you sigh and riri stands up, wrapping her arms around your head and you rest your face in her stomach, sobbing quietly. you can hear riri, she’s whispering everything you need to hear, much like she always does, and it has you smiling despite your face wet and eyes still leaking. you were just happy to be alone with her again.

she pulls you back after a second, making you look into her eyes and she smiles, “you cried all your makeup off, oh no,” she says and you laugh a bit, “yeah and i got it all over your crop top, so, we’re even,” you say, sighing and wiping your face. riri chuckles again and sits next you, both of you facing the river banks outstretched on top of the sunset.

riri breaks the silent moment, “you okay?” she whispers once again, and you sigh, leaning back and settling into her shoulder, “yeah, i’m okay. i’m sorry i never told you about her,” you whisper the last part.

riri scoffs a bit, “i totally get why you didn’t, she fucking sucks,” and you laugh a bit again, sniffling some. riri speaks again, “no but seriously. you don’t have to tell me about your family if you don’t want to. every detail and like, who wronged you how, if you want me to know i’m here to listen but if you wanna forget and start over? i’m here for that too,” she whispers the last part, a sweet secret she wants you and you alone to know. you smile, face heating, even at your most honest, heartfelt moments riri could still make you shy up and blush like a little girl.

you sigh again, “i hate that she was here, but… i don’t want to talk about it anymore. i just wanna spend the rest of my break with you,” you say looking at her and she looks at you again, tilting your head with her fingers, leaning in, “me too,” she whispers back, closing the space between you.

riri fucks you deep and slow that night. she runs you a bath and you wear a silk nightgown to bed just to pull it over and nearly devour you like she hasn’t had you before. and you know why— riri takes the ability to put your mind on something else incredibly seriously like it’s her second job. and you love her for it.

“unnmmfffuckkkk—!” you’re gasping out, the third orgasm you’ve had racking through you as her left hand works on your clit and she fucks you from behind, a position you’d never admit to her was your favorite. she nods, hearing you completely fall apart, kissing your shoulder blades as you moan out, sighing when you feel your pussy squirt out a bit, legs clamping and thighs flexing. you sign once it’s done and done, falling on your forearms and gasping to catch your breath. she leans down against you totally now, kissing you all over.

she whispers against your skin, “you wanna go again?” and sigh and nod, and riri pulls out, a slick wet noise escaping you and she taps your thighs asking you to turn over. you sigh, moving on your back and she’s on top of you once more, capturing your mouth and rubbing over your breasts and your stomach. you feel her start to slide against you, the strap already covered in your cum and it makes you moan against her mouth.

she finally pushes inside again, startling you a bit and you whimper, feeling her again. riri moves away from your mouth, kissing your cheeks and ears as her thrusts start, whispering lowly in your ear, “i love you, baby,” and it makes your body nearly glow, you sigh out and claw at her back, the whisper in her voice enough to be stimulating. “riri, fuck— haaaa—”

and riri keeps talking, strap kissing your g-spot as her thrust grow faster and harsher, “you’re so perfect, mami, you know that? so good for me, i’m so happy you’re mine, my love,” and you can hear it all over your entire body it seems, your head is spinning and your legs feel locked under hers but your orgasm is approaching and you can feel it, whimpering and tossing your head back, claws deep into riri’s back, “i’m— fuck, riri, i’m cumming, i feel it, ohhh i’m cumming—! please, please baby,—!” and you don’t know what you’re begging for, her pace doesn’t slow and she doesn’t relent, kissing you and holding you open and your orgasm pulls through your body, your pussy clenching around her dick and your clit twitching once more, you moan unabashedly, tears spilling a bit as riri kisses and praises you through it.

you buck against her once you’re done, sighing as riri’s assault finally stops. she pulls out and lays next to you, sighing as you catch your breath again. you laugh a bit once you’re back to earth, “i’m sorry i know you wanted to go look at shoes, but i cannot move again,” you laugh out and she smiles and waves you off, “we’ll go tomorrow yeah? got three whole weeks remember?”

and you smile, three weeks and a lot more, you think and reply, “yeah, we do,” too happy beyond your own comprehension.

i changed my name just for this story ; i am now riri’s femme lesbian wife i love her sm i can’t deal with it

sorry if the homophobia and lesbianaphobia got a little too intense but i needed some angst because then we get protective and sweet riri and i fucking love it sm

anyways i’m in class again you guys so bear with me!! i promise i’m still writing but they got me in three studio courses back to back like all fucking week so just give me some time!!

i hope y’all have a good one byeeee🫡🤎

#riri williams x reader #riri x reader #riri williams series #deijah wrote #my story

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dulcewrites · 1 year

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What they did to the Velaryons in general doesn’t sit well with me at all. Specially that they are the family they chose to make black and then turned them into motivationless, spine- brainless pushovers to smile and stand by Rhaenyra’s side for no reason.

None of them makes sense as characters; the way he is characterized Corlys ( who is supposed to be an ambitious man, sure of himself, and a force to be reckoned with ) never would have excepted Rhaenyra selling Luke off as the true heir and definitely would’ve had something to say about Deamon slighting their families honor by killing his brother .

Rheanys is completely ruined as a character, honestly, she’s worse than Rhaenyra when it comes to hypocrisy. The scene between her and Alicent is so stupid It’s out of this world. She’s supposed to be this bad ass person, but she again is such a terrible push over, for Corlys, Rhaenyra and literally everyone. There’s not a single moment where she stands up for herself, and what she thinks is right ( her daughter is being robbed from their inheritance would’ve been a perfect moment ). And don’t even get me started on that brainless terrorist attack that she did.

And also when it comes to Rheana and Beala, I can’t fathom how people do not see how traumatizing Deamon and Rhaenyra’s actions must’ve been for them. ( I mean, having Deamon as a parent is trauma enough ) After the death of their mother they are given absolutely no emotional support from their father, and are dumped on their grandparents like used goods while their father tries to find the way to fuck his niece at her funeral. And then Deamon and Rhaenyra make Leanor, the only family that they have left from their mothers side fake his death. Like, are you good???

And then they marry each other like the next day ( by the way, the faces of the children during the seen were so genuinely disgusted ) and chose to SEPARATE the two of them.

( and again, in relation to the Velaryons as a whole, that must’ve been such a slap in the face)

And then years later they are back together again and see their father kill another member of their family and denounce their rights and inheritance and they’re like… yay

And honestly the “ chemistry” they try to force between them and the strong boys was so unconvincing. It very much gave “ when your mom forces you to hang out with the weird neighbors kid “ vibes. And honestly it’s such a shitty deal, why should they be happy?

And their supposed admiration for Rhaenyra makes me want to rip my hair out. This woman turned their lives into hell and showed them their fathers true colors.

They turn this whole badass family in a bunch of nonsensical whims that have zero motivation or self respect. It’s so frustrating.

Tbh… and it could be bc I watched the show before reading the book, frankly find the book bad (i don’t understand how the so called book purist wanted a ‘direct’ adaptation of whatever that mess is). The Velaryons as a whole seemed kind of… not bright 😭. And that could be bc the person at the time who ran the house, corlys, is a subpar poltical mind.

In the book rhaena and baela get betrothed to luke and jace at the age of two. They genuinely never stood a chance in either scenario imo. And at every turn it sort seems like the people who are supposed to care for them undermine their happiness.

I think throwing their support in for Rhaenyra in general was a dumb idea started by yeah you guessed it Corlys. He makes wrong moves in the book and the show, and his house essentially falters because of it.

Corlys isn’t a family man, and frankly I don’t think he cares all that much about anything as long as him/his blood are in power. Like most men during that time. He could’ve passed the line through Baela. He says no bc he knows that would call into question Luke’s parentage. Then in turn jace’s parentage, and in turn question Rhaenyra’s actions. Meaning laenor being king consort was a mute point. He doesn’t care about his family’s safety. He proved that multiple times over.

He has another chance to have either Baela or rhaena take over, and instead his bastards (who if we go by the book he has with a literal teenager) get legitimized and take over. Like he quite literally petitioned to Rhaenyra so addam and alyn could be heirs to driftmark.

They are written like pushovers bc frankly that is what they are (in the show and book). Rhaenyra’s cheerleaders and fleet till she, in a state of paranoia, kicks them to the curb. What is the point of being ambitious if you are also foolish 🤷🏽‍♀️

#not even gonna touch the Rhaenys stuff bc y’all know how I feel about her #same with Daemon Rhaenyra and the toxicity that is that relationship #asks and requests #anti corlys velaryon #anti rhaenys targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #< once again just in case #I could honestly list out every wrong move corlys made in the show and book

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ch0lwrld · 8 months

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pairings: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff with a bit of angst in the beginning

warnings: y/n’s grandparents are sick but beomgyu is there for you every step of the way

a/n: quick beomgyu drabble bc the thought of a sleepy gyu is so 😞. also sorry abt the bit of angst. i did not proofread so read at your own risk.

you cant sleep. and its not because gyu keeps accidentally nudging and kicking you on the bed because you can handle that. even if he hits your side a little too hard you usually just kick him back for good measure. you just can’t. not with the stress of seeing your parents again coming up so soon. the reason he’s actually here with you in your apartment is because he wanted to be there to comfort you. you don’t blame him for falling asleep with you but rather you blame yourself for having him come all the way here for nothing but your endless sulking.

you had called him and ranted to him about it. telling him how your mom wanted you to come over since your grandparents weren’t feeling well and their health wasn’t getting any better. you hadn’t seen them in years, you finally tried to cut them off after you had started working at a good paying job, enough to allow you to move out and away from them. you knew she wouldnt call if it wasnt something serious and you knew that by cutting them off you wouldn’t see your grandparents or anyone for that matter for awhile. but, as much as it hurt, it hurt more for you to stay any longer in that environment. and if moving out and leaving for good was enough to let them know what they did wrong then so be it. and then you were gone.

until now.

your grandparents were fine when you had left, not the best but they knew that. so hearing about your grandpas worsening condition, it hurt. your grandparents were always there for you and your siblings. they were there more than your own parents. your grandpa had always been the one to pick you up and drop you off at school alongside your brothers, your grandma always ready with food for when you got back. your grandpa was the one who taught you to drive and even to parallel park! so many big parts of your life were filled by them and losing them… you couldn’t even fathom the thought right now.

things were going so well at work. when you first found the job you struggled to get the hang of it at first but you soon learned to love it. it paid well and your coworkers were so friendly. the overall environment was amazing. you never thought you would like 9-5’s so much until you landed this spot and it really opened your eyes. you were grateful for the situation you were placed in and to have your loving boyfriend stick by you through it all was just the plus on the side. even though he was busy being an idol, he always found time to spend it with you even if it was in the late hours of the night. he would always answer with that deep, groggy voice and eyes barely opened to watch you talk on the screen. you admired how much he put up with with you but he always let you know that he loved you and no matter what he’d always be there. it was sweet and corny but you loved it all.

you remembered that with everything good happening in your life, something like this was bound to happen. you knew its only supposed to help you grow but you feel every bit of you being torn down day by day. your coworkers had noticed and eventually it got the attention of your boss. they let you have the week off to make time to visit your grandparents. you were grateful they were so understanding but it only made you feel worse that they noticed. you hated the way their faces looked at you in pity when all you wanted was to work all of these emotions out but you couldn’t even do your job correctly.

you couldn’t stop tossing in your sleep that you eventually woke beomgyu up, murmuring a quick sorry and brushing your hand through his hair. he was quick to melt into your touch, falling back to sleep at your side. you felt guilty as you carefully left the bed to head into the kitchen. you thought maybe a cup of tea would help ease any of your worries and finally help you sleep. you were careful not to make too much noise but you guess your effort went in vain as you heard a slight creak in the floorboards and a soft voice call at you from behind.

“what are you doing?”

you looked back to see him in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning agaisnt it as he rubbed at his still sleep ridden eyes. he looked so soft like this, you felt bad you woke him up but it was a little worth it.

“sorry, just couldn’t sleep. you can go back to bed though i’ll be there soon.”

“hmm.. i dont know if i can. i couldn’t feel you there so i got worried.”

he started towards you, wrapping his srms around your waist and setting his chin on your shoulder.

“can’t go back to sleep, not without you there.”

you chuckled. you took a quick sip of your tea, allowing the warmth to flow through your body before you responded back.

“okay clingy, lets go back then now.”

“mmm” he groaned into your ear as he had you waddle him back to the bed, still attached to your hip.

when you two finally settled back in bed he was a little more awake now. he stared at your still form eyes closed but he knew you were still awake.

“is it your parents again?”

you slowly opened your eyes.

“..yeah.. sorry. i just… nevermind”

“you can tell me. i mean i know you did earlier but im all ears now. always.”

he looked at you, watching as your eyes shifted from one to another. you knew you could trust him, you just felt bad to dump all of this on him since everything was going so well for him in his career.

but the look in his eyes as he held you close, fiddling with your fingers and letting his hands roam through your hair as he pushed it away from your face. he knew how much you loved when he played with you hair as much as you do with his. he always was up for putting it into bows and small pony tails or just in ways you would never think of. you would chase him around after it was done and you had looked yourself in the mirror. you always complained because you would always make him look cute and he’d leave you a mess. he’d always give you a loving peck to your lips as you complained as an apology but the knowing smirk on his face tells you otherwise.

he always knew how to make you feel so loved and in this moment as he held you in his arms, you knew. your head laid against his chest feeling each breath he took. it calmed your senses, your mind halting in the middle of the traffic to the sound of his breathing.

he just listened and listened as you talked about your worries. he’ll never not listen to you, not even if its somethings he’s heard over an over again because you forgot you had already told him that joke yesterday or just a minute before. he would always be there to lend you whatever you needed and if he needed to fly to the moon and back he would to see that smile on your face again. to see the frown on your features fade and the crinkle between your brows subside because he was the one making you feel this way. he wanted to be your comfort, your person and everything in between. it pained him to see you so down the last couple of days and he knew you always kept things inside to avoid burdening him with your troubles. but, he never saw it that way and he wished to make you know every second of the day.

you would open up to him with your daily troubles little by little and it made him happy to know that you trusted him and were getting more comfortable as the days passed by. he loved you, more than anything. so if all he needed was to listen and hold you close he could do it everyday if it meant giving you all the comfort and love you’d want and need. he’d do it a thousand times over if he had the choice.

because he loved you, and thats all you’d ever need. all you’d ever need was him.

#beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #txt #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu #angst with a happy ending #kpop fluff #txt fluff #fluff #kpop

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Okay Aelin’s plan at the end of EOS was complete bullshit for so many reasons, all of which can be lumped under 3 larger categories.

1) Probability of success during the war

This is limited, as they mentioned in the books, but Lys’s ability to trick people into thinking she’s Aelin lasts about as long as it takes for them to need her fire powers. The point of pretending Aelin was alive was to help morale and keep the bad guys from learning that she was out of the picture, but if your supposed “fire breathing” savior queen doesn’t show a single spark of power, even when a battle turns dire, that’s arguably worse for morale and does nothing to rally the people. Martyring Aelin & saying she died arguably would’ve been a better choice for this purpose.

Strategy is a huge part of war. Someone like Aelin, with magic as powerful as hers (especially bc of how effective a weapon fire was against Erawan’s forces), would be treated as a battalion all her own. War strategy relies on knowing every player on the board, every move that needs to be made. Generals (like Aedion) are factoring Aelin’s powers into a battle (how it’s fought, chances of success, etc) which means innumerable deaths and devastating losses when that power doesn’t show face. It’s actively harming the war effort — imagine if you thought you had a nuke but then it turns out your strongest weapon is a nerf gun and nobody fucking told you…

2) Aedion & Lysandra’s involvement

Was Aedion justified for how he treated Lysandra? No. Was he justified in being that angry? Yes. Lys knew what she was getting into, understood the sacrifices she was making to execute Aelin’s idiotic doppleganger plan, but nobody told Aedion. He was going to have to sleep with Lysandra just for his goddamn genetics like some prize cattle and, in one fell swoop, lost the woman he loves and cousin he should have sworn his life to. It’s also implied in EOS that he has some sexual trauma in his past, having slept with people to move up Adarlan’s ranks as fast as he did, which makes the role they expect him to play even more fucked up. Lysandra’s essentially sacrificing her entire life and any possible chance at the happy ending she wants(which, btw, I can’t fathom asking of anybody, but at least she agreed to do it on her own…I guess)

3) The likelihood (& morality) of continuing the deception post-KOA

This entire plan moving into the future hinges on some weird ideas about genetics. Yes, the “Ashryver traits” seem to be dominant and there’s a high chance of Lysaedion’s children looking like Aedion… but if they don’t? What then, pass them off as bastards? That would mean they don’t get the throne. It’s also pretty well established that magical abilities follow the same heritability as physical traits but neither Lysandra nor Aedion has magic that could be passed off as a child of Rowan/Aelin. The best case scenario is that the kids inherit Aedion’s lack of magic and it’s all seen as some cruel joke from the gods, that the offspring of two such powerful magic wielders didn’t get any of their parents’ abilities. The worst (and most likely) case is that the kids turn out to be shape-shifters and they’re still written off as bastards…so they don’t get the throne.

The other problem with putting a false queen on the throne lies in the fucking morality of it all. Aelin’s whole claim to the throne relied on divine right (or some fantasy version of it) and the idea that people who are born to a throne have the inimitable right to rule. Darrow had the right idea in QOS when he told Aelin that she didn’t have the proper upbringing to be a queen, to rule a country, and her only argument against him was “weLL iM AeLiN aShRyVEr gaLAtHyNiUS.” As though that means anything in terms of all the knowledge, temperament, and responsibility required of being a GODDAMN QUEEN.

So if Aelin deserves queenhood purely because of circumstances of birth and blood, what are they achieving by putting a lowborn shapeshifter and her illegitimate children on the throne? Does that not go against everything that was supposedly so important? It seems more like Aelin only cares about the appearance of herself/her family sitting the throne of Terrassen, which is fine as far as writing an interesting character goes, but that’s a sinister kind of corruption that should be acknowledged for what it is. If she truly wanted what was best she would let Darrow and the other northern lords lead it (or at least put Aedion on the throne working with them) because they were the ones helping Terrassen through those ten horrible years and they have the power and experience to bring the kingdom back to its former glory.

SJM writing a plan that was so clearly not going to succeed is lazy writing. She knew it didn’t have to be a foolproof plan bc she knew Aelin was going to survive & be rescued (duh) but the fact of the matter is, an author’s actions and thoughts become the characters’ actions and thoughts. To make such a poorly-thought out plan then to present it through the narrative as some kind of genius move on Aelin’s part is…bad writing. It’s just bad writing.

#update: I wrote a fic dealing with this whole issue/how I think in-character aedion & lysandra would've reacted #find me @wxlves on ao3 #sjm critical #anti sjm #the way Aedion treated Lysandra also felt horribly ooc for him #and the way Lysandra just took the abuse was also ooc #but what do I know I’m not the author 😶

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I and the other anons make the gallade blog big mad, they are now saying I’m some fucker named sparky that they and Cortney hate (for reasons I haven’t looked into yet) bc we both use the incredibly common English word “apparently” 😂

Welp- apparently me and the other anons sending you these archived posts (bc not all of them are me, not even all the ones saying “apparently” are me lmao) are “playing you like a fiddle” and just “completely lie to you or intentionally misrepresent everything” to you by *checks notes* showing you their exact fucking words in a way they can’t edit or delete. https://web.archive.org/web/20240119192951/https://www.tumblr.com/opinated-user/739970762672422913/catching-up-on-stuff-i-missed-and-that-whole

(the main point of this post is them continuing to claim you committed fraud fyi)

The fact that to them- all anons are either you, another person they hate, and/or someone “trying to mislead” a grown ass woman is really telling. They really can’t fathom that someone might just- like you as a person, and would want to send you proof of what bs ppl say about you. Something is always some kind of nefarious plot with them, it’s really transparent and honestly really fucking gross.

I would love to come off anon and prove them completely full of shit, but I value my safety and I’m sure the other anons do as well.

bc we both use the incredibly common English word “apparently”

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Hey! Just recently finished The Great and frankly I’m also upset about Grigor’s relationship between Georgina and Marial, of which I haven’t liked her character since the beginning of the show and can’t seem to fathom why he loves her. Anyways, I can’t seem to find the post where you explain why you don’t like it, and if you haven’t written/posted it, I’d love to see why!

*cracks knuckles*

Hi there! I don't think I made a whole official post about why I don't like it outside of jokes. So let me explain why here. To get one thing over with, it was a personal thing. Gwilym Lee was my celebrity number one husband-boyfriend crush for ages. I began watching The Great for him. And of course I wrote lots of Grigor x reader fics to channel my imagination and lust. So when he became a cheater in season 2, out of nowhere, without any warning...it was a shock. I tried to think through it, justify it, but it never did. It felt like even in my fantasies, I wasn't safe. I wasn't good enough. The minute I slipped up in a romantic relationship, I would be cheated on as punishment. I had panic attacks and couldn't sleep and cried for days. I couldn't even look at the show or images or of Grigor for without crying. It was as if...I was the one cheated on. I literally had to get therapy because it bothered me so much.

Okay, now that this is done, here is my personal take of why Grigor/Marial is bad as a pairing. Also, this is just me being biased and my personal take, so if you ship the pairing...eh, good for you, all the more power to ya. This post isn't for you.

Let's move onto the foundation. I've discussed it a lot with the Queen and legend @ladystrallan but here it is for all y'all. The Big reasons why. Starting with the most important one.

Reason #1) Marial does not actually give a shit about Grigor's well-being and happiness.

Often in fanfics, when Grigor cheats on George, it's because he is sad about George and the OC or Reader or whoever is worried about him. They want him to be happy, wanted, loved, and valued, and chosen. Marial does none of those things. It's never about "how can I help this poor little meow meow feel better?" It's about "what can he do for me" like she's the damn rat from Charlotte's Web.

Reason #2) Marial does not respect Grigor

If Marial did respect Grigor, she would listen to what he says. She would not blab to Catherine about Peter having sex with and accidentally killing her mother. In season 3, when Peter dies- Grigor is sobbing and in a grieving state for his best friend. Marial on the other hand is celebrating his death like the munchkins celebrating a house dropping on the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz. Let's put it this way- if someone who you loved, someone you were very close to dropped dead out of nowhere, would you want to date someone who celebrated the death as good thing? No. If she did respect him, she would support him in his grief. She would keep her trap shut. Even if she personally didn't like Peter...she would still be there for Grigor's struggle of losing his friend. At the end of the day...Marial will betray her bestie to become a lady again. She is only on her own side and no one else's. She gets some Pet The Dog moments with the serfs...but not with anyone else she has interpersonal connections with at court.

Reason #3) The Affair is selfish.

Marial does none of these things. She starts the affair not because she is worried about his well-being, or happiness, or respect or selflessly genuinely loves him...she starts it because 1) he was a former fling, 2) she is rich again and she can, and 3) to spite Georgiana. Grigor kind of wants to feel happy and alive again- but it's bc George is away from him!

I understand that fiction is not reality. We can use fiction to discuss taboo things. Or even admit that we fantasize about things we know are ethically wrong. It says nothing about us. Just because we fantasize it or like it in fiction doesn't mean we like it in real life. But...

Reason #4) The Writers paint Georgiana's affair as bad and Grigor's affair as good.

We have all of season one to see how much it hurts Grigor to see his wife be Peter's mistress. And I'm not going to pretend it is entirely good. But Georgiana does get a few lines in season 1 after the poisoning that she kind of...HAS to be Peter's mistress. That their high social standing and wealth comes from their close friendship with Peter that in no ways should be tampered with. And this includes the complete lack of boundaries with Georgiana, because he is the absolute ruler emperor. Like that line in Six The Musical- If Peter says it's you, it's you. As far as I know, Peter and Georgiana is consensual other than the implied power balance and she's lucky she likes Peter and he's a good lover. In fact, back in the day, men WOULD offer their wives as missteress to the king because you could get a huge castle and lots of lands and money from it! That's what Mary Boleyn's husband thought when Henry VIII made her his mistress. You don't technically have a choice- might as well make the most out of it.

Yet the writer(s) paint Georgiana as bad and frame Marial as good, as something that Grigor needs to heal (it ain't), that she is his true love (blech) all without taking a big look in the mirror. They don't know how to handle a complex woman as Georgiana but they think framing Marial as a girlboss makes it better (yuck).

On a related note...imagine if we switched the genders? If Grigor was Georgette and Marial was Mark, we have Georgette being lonely and swept up in her exes charms. Giving everything to Mark, even when he crosses her personal boundaries. Despite this, she keeps running back to him, swearing she'll marry him even though he hates her recently dead bestie and doesn't comfort or support her mourning.

If that was the case, there would be riots! People would be all "omg you deserve better! My poor baby! Dump his ass, queen!" But...no. Since we have Miss GirlBoss (tm) Marial, this toxicity is apparently okay.

Reason #5) Grigor's love and loyalty to his wife was part of what made his character so endearing in the first place.

It's like if Peter said "fudge" instead of "fuck," but we all fell in love with Count Dymov because he loved his wife so much. That is why there are so many Grigor fics out there. Becuase the depth of love he has not only for Peter...but for Georgiana. It's not the issue that his honor as a man is insulted to have his wife sleep around...it's because he is genuinely heartbroken and sad about it. That he loves her that much. And that he loves Peter that much too. He's crying when he tries to put a pillow over Peter's face to suffocate him. In fact, Georgiana does care about his well being despite the whole mistress stuff. When he gets scruff out of rebellion, she knocks him out and tenderly gives him a shave. They tease and flirt with each other. She sits on his lap. Who wouldn't want a relationship where you are that wanted, adored, and unconditionally loved? In fact, their only conflict was Peter. If it wasn't for Peter, they would have an idyllic, wonderful marriage. Look up The Great on TV Tropes- they are listed as "Happily Married."

So him having an affair on Georgiana, to where he is given an option to KILL GEORGIANA and abandon her for Marial felt egregiously out of character.

This is not why i signed up. I wanted him and Georgiana to heal and grow and triumph in their love, especially as the series went on and Peter focused more on his romantic relationship with Catherine to where that WAS the show.

So yeah...those are my two cents.

#the great #the great hulu #tw: cheating #grigor dymov #georgiana dymov #the great tv show #gwilym lee #phoebe fox #charity wakefield #anti marial/girogr #or #anti marial/grigor

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