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rabbitblackx · 11 months

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Brahms,bubba,nubbins and chop-top reactions to s/o reader pulling a Rick grimes and biting into someone neck and ripping out their carotid artery 💀

Warning: Violence

Slashers when Reader bites out someone’s jugular

Includes: Nubbins, Bubba, Chop-Top and Brahms

Nubbins Sawyer💖

A victim had gotten loose from her seat at the dinner table. She leaped from the chair and bolted for the door. You stood up from next to Nubbins, attempting to block her way. The girl tackled you to the ground, eyes blazing with fear and adrenaline

Drayton ordered Bubba to grab his saw, while Nubbins ran to your aid. But before he could even pull out his knife, you lifted your mouth up to the girl’s neck and bit down. The victim screamed, desperately trying to claw at your face as you tore out her jugular with your teeth

The young woman fell off of you, gurgling and trembling on the floor. You shakily rose to your feet, blood smeared all around your lips. Nubbins laughed gleefully, kneeling down by the dying girl

“Look what you did!” He giggled, looking back at you excitedly. “You got that bitch good!”

The victim fell still, clutching her gaping throat. Nubbins lifted her up and roughly threw her back onto the chair, her wide eyes staring blankly at you from across the room. Bubba and Drayton came back, glad they didn’t have to do any work

Much to Drayton’s dismay though, Nubbins came in close to you and hungrily licked at the fresh blood on your lips

“That was so hot, baby.” Nubbins giggled in your ear, clinging to you like his life depended on it

He hooked an arm around your waist and pushed you flush against him. He slammed his lips onto yours in a big wet kiss, licking at the inside of your bloody mouth

Bubba Sawyer💖

You were trying to tie a victim to a dining chair, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. He screamed in your face, squirming and kicking like a brat. The man was strong, and managed to break out of your hold. He tackled you to the floor, wrapping his hands around your throat

“Bubba, get yer saw! Get yer saw—!” You wheezed

Bubba bolted to the other room to grab his chainsaw, squealing in fear. You were going to just wait for him, but your vision began to blur. As the man tightened his grip around your neck, his own grew all the more tasty looking…

You shot your head up, teeth bearing as you drove them into his throat. Your victim gasped in pain, choking on his own blood as you bit down hard. He yanked himself off you, a chunk of his throat in your mouth

Bubba ran into the room with his chainsaw, but paused. The man hit the floor with a thud, blood pooling from his throat. Your masked boyfriend watched in awe as you spat out the bloody jugular, wiping your mouth with your arm

Bubba carelessly dumped the saw by the man’s body, rushing over to grab the sides of your face. He sputtered out some frightened gibberish, trying to ask if you were okay

“I’m fine, Bubba.” You giggled, beaming a big red smile

Bubba smeared the blood along your cheek with his thumb, before letting it travel to your lips. You obediently parted them for him, gazing lovingly at the man as he slid it over your wet tongue

Chop-Top Sawyer💖

Chop-Top and Bubba held a screaming girl down by the bucket, letting grandpa give her a good whack with the hammer. You and Drayton stood back unimpressed, just waiting for it to be over. Grandpa weakly lifted the hammer over his head, throwing it down but missing her head. Chop-Top let go of the girl to grab it, and that was when she broke free

You and Drayton were blocking one of the exits, so she shoved him away. Before she could do the same to you, you gripped her wrist and dig your nails into her flesh. The girl screamed profanities, pouncing on you and pulling at your hair. As your back hit the floor, you heard Chop-Top shouting at her to get off you

Before any of the boys could help you, you shot up and bit down hard into the girl’s neck. You shook your teeth a little, tearing up her jugular. Your victim bashed at your shoulders weakly, her blood spilling from the both of your lips. Just as she went limp on top of you, she was forcefully torn off by Chop-Top

“Baby! You okay?” He exclaimed

You turned your head and spat out the bloody jugular on your tongue. You gazed back up at him, blood all over you

“Yeah, I’m—mmm!”

Chop-Top interrupted your sentence with a passionate kiss, kneeling over you with a fistful of you shirt. He slid his tongue into your mouth, lapping up any blood he could get

Brahms Heelshire💖

You sat up in bed one night when you heard a sound from downstairs. You looked down at Brahms sleeping beside you, then back at the door. Thinking it was probably just a rat in the trap or something, you headed down to investigate

As you turned on the kitchen lights, you noticed the rat cage sat empty by the fridge. You turned to head back to bed, but was met with the sturdy chest of a hooded man. You went to scream, but his gloved hand wrapped around your throat. You wheezed and gagged, bashing at his shoulder as he strangled you

The intruder backed you into the breakfast table, slamming you onto it. As your vision began to blur, adrenaline hit you like a truck. You suddenly grabbed either side of his head, and pulled him down to your teeth. The man’s hand immediately let go of your throat, as your mouth latched around his own

You couldn’t believe yourself when his jugular was torn off, and landed right on your tongue. The intruder fell back onto the kitchen floor, gurgling in pain and clutching his gaping wound. You spat out his flesh, and watched in horror as he slowly died before you. Brahms finally rushed in, disheveled and stressed

“What happened?” He gasped

Seeing your bloody face, he completely ignored the dead man and raced over. You stared at him wide eyed, trying to form broken sentences. Brahms cupped your cheek, meeting your eyes in a fierce stare

“What happened?” He repeated sternly

Tears fell from your face, mixing in with the man’s blood. You bowed your head as your shoulders were wracked with sobs

“He… he tried to kill me. I—I didn’t mean to.” You cried uncontrollably

Brahms’ expression under his mask softened, and he pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay, dear.” He whispered, stroking your hair tenderly. “I’m proud of you…”

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ell-does-stuff · 27 days

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MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT

‼️‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️

THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM

also eepy lila

while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)

is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????

so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure

ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!

also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well

"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY

HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN

theyre so me

DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!

"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. 👁️👁️

DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all

poor little babies and their lack of parents

ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭

THE FUCK.

pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol

RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!

HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH

he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH

also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3

HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!

"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em

ik hes a shady guy but STILL

GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT

also i made this gif myself yall better like it

aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.

like son like mother i guess 💀

love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA

also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???

one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......

(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)

"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!

also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺

IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️

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ebonyslasher · 8 months

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Hello! Hru? I love ur blog soo muchh♡ may I request human! Reader (from Kagome's world) who's really strong? Like the reader surprised the Inuyasha men (inuyasha, naraku and sesshomaru:> if you're not comfortable with these you can always change!) When a demon tried to attack her & the men tried to save reader but stop when they see her beating the demon up with bare hands or with a weapon she found brutally💀😭 And they just stood there dumbfounded like how tf🧍‍♂️? And when they ask how is she so strong, reader just shrugs and goes like "martial arts?"

Thank you and feel free to use any pronounces! I just wanna read sumn for once that doesn't have weak reader pls I'm so tired 💀💀

Hey anon! Sorry this is so late. I do agree with you on the last part. I'm tired of the weak reader all the time too. People gotta switch it up you know?

Strong ass Human!Reader in the Feudal Era with Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, and Naraku:

Inuyasha:

Reveling in the heroism of saving a nearby village, the group started their journey elsewhere. Trekking through the forest, your rag-tag group ran into a boisterous pig yokai. Who, unfortunately, became smitten with your looks.

"I will have you as my bride. And we can make all the hanyou I want!"

Ew. The initial response was to ignore the pig. There've been many demons who would bother the group. And, after the fight you all came from, you just wanted to make camp. Inuyasha grumbled a quick, "Piss off," as the group passes by.

But, it seemed that the Pig was serious about his stupid claim. He bares his teeth and shoots forward at you, grabbing your legs. World tipping over, your head thumps against a patch of lush grass. How lucky. However, you felt a strong pull on your leg, dragging your body away from your friends.

Hell fuck no! In the midst of the dragging, your bag was in the perfect position to grab easily. With how quickly things happened, Inuyasha jumpstarts to save you. You grab the bulky hammer in your bag, hiding it from view.

The pig yokai guffaws and throws you over his shoulder. "When I see someone worthy of being a bride, it's my right to claim-OOUGH"

One hit to the dome scratched some skin off and left his brain to rattle. "WHAT THE-." The next swing made contact with his cheek, sending sanguine liquid onto the ground. The pig stood there shocked, with blood leaking from his mouth.

He gets angry and charges at you, again. This time, he wouldn't get you. Grounding yourself, you kick him back, which sends him flying back a few feet. Taking charge, you jump and start to gruesomely work on his head with the hammer.

"What da HELL!!! Y/N!!!" Inuyasha yells. He's totally flabbergasted. His eyes and mouth are so wide, it's comical. There's the desire to step in and protect you, but it's so impressed how strong and ferocious those swings were. Inuyasha didn't want to interrupt. It was kind of hot.

Although, Inuyasha is a little peeved that you didn't let him know how strong you were. The way you sent him back with that kick was unexpected. He starts cheering you on.

"Way to go Y/N!" He's standing there smiling with his hands on his hips. Once the beast was knocked out (or dead, who cares). You turn back to head to the group.

"Y/n that was so cool! When the hell did you get so strong?"

"Uhhhh....fighting with my cousins growing up?" You shrugged. "I just want to go lay down, can we hurry up and make camp somewhere?"

Now, he's wondering what type of humans your cousins are.

2. Sesshomaru

This is one of the worst fears you had. Spiders. In your time, you could easily avoid an encounter with one of these wretched creatures. Modern houses and bug repellents helped tremendously. Not going out into nature and definitely NOT living in Australia did too. Since you've traveled back to the feudal era and were forced to interact with nature, your luck has been tested. And it just ran out today.

A fucking spider demon appeared. It was grotesque, smelly, and an abomination. And it was big too. It wanted to attempt to best Lord Sesshomaru in battle. Sesshomaru, of course, refuses. So, the dumb thing tries to shoot webs at you. Thankfully you dodged.

The hate for spiders took over your body. The fear you had compounded on top of that, making you scarier than the demon. It tries to stick its hairy and pointy leg through you, but you were quicker. With desperate and angered bare hands, you tore off its leg.

The spider yokai shouts in pain. Taking advantage of it's pause, you quickly tear off each limb. One by one.

Sesshomaru, in all his glory, stands there and says nothing. Does nothing. It really doesn't look like he's reacting but he is. The Demon Lord is extremely surprised that he's tense. His eyes are wide. Only thing that's slack is his hands.

The dagger in your side pouch begs to be utilized. It's appeased by you yanking it out and stabbing the yokai in one of it's many eyes. The screams, the power, and the needed imagery of you decimating this spider was iconic.

To Sesshomaru, it was obvious you were untrained. The ferocity of your actions cover it well. He's impressed and takes mental note to start training you. Maybe, have you be a little more graceful with your movements.

"This one had no indication of the strength you hold." Sesshomaru states.

".......I just really fucking hate spiders." you sardonically reply.

"...Hn. Noted. This one concurs with your sentiment."

Silently, he is pleased with this discovery. A small smile graces his face after you turn away

3. Naraku

Narakus' lower demons were soooo annoying. Their existence was one that irritated you. Irritating when they sucked dick to Naraku and when they tried to be condescending towards you. Just because you were human. The audacity sent you over the edge.

The edge it sent you over was one close by. One of those things became unruly in your presence. Acting as it was better than you, the ugliness of it all. The decision to put it back in its place was swift and malicious. An example to others who felt the same.

Precise, your hand shoots out to grab the lowly yokai. Chucking it, the demon bashes against a nearby rock. It's body twitches on the ground, confused on what just occurred. Slowly, you walk over. With no urgency or care. It felt like you were Michael Myers in that moment. Once you made it over, you stare before stomping it. One more. And again. Again. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN. Until there was a crater in the dirt it crumpled in.

Naraku, some distance away, observed the scene with shocked eyes, his mouth slightly open. "This human...!"

He is pissed that you hid this information from him. And how did he miss this? He frequently spied on you, sent his wasps when he couldn't make a puppet! But now that he knows....you can be of use for him. You're a bit too....alluring to be considered a lackey, but he needed to have control over you somehow. A sly grin graces his face upon observing the aftermath. The squished gruel of guts and blood staining the ground and your shoes.

He approaches, with a questioning stare. "Y/n...pray tell, how did you aquire this power?"

"Oh, my parents had me do martial arts since I was a kid. Plus, I was angry."

All Naraku can think is how nice it was of your parents to prepare you for him and his deeds.

#black reader #inuyasha #sesshoumaru #naraku #inuyasha x reader #sesshoumaru x reader #naraku x reader

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averagemorrowindenjoyer · 29 days

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LU headcanons 3 cuz I need to get my thoughts out of my head

-Warriors flirts w his friends as a joke, and nosey people will think he's being fr. So of course the only rational thing to do is harass him at bars.

-He hates the flirting, but loves the attention. He'll go out w a fake wedding ring so people will stop flirting with him. That doesn't stop them, of course, but it makes less people do it.

-Legend hates when his hair is pink, but Ravio thinks it's cute.

-Twilight always has the biggest, dumbest smile on his face whenever Malon compliments him and says she's proud of him. Same thing when Time does it. those r his parents guys

-Wild watches people sleep.

-Time was mentally screaming and crying when he saw Wild pull out Majora's mask but he acted calm.

-Time was probably tweaking tf out when Twi almost died cuz of the message that sheikah slate gave him. he probably cried in a corner once or twice when he was alone

-But now that Twilight isn't dying, he's still hella worried cuz then that means someone else is gonna die

-Not a lot of the chain know about the fierce deity's mask. The ones that do know abt it don't know exactly what it does, and Time will not be telling them anytime soon.

-Ravio may be a coward, but if he has no other option he's beating ur ass. with a big ass hammer

-Legend will go to the nearest shelter if she ever detects a storm brewing

-One time Legend was lost in a storm and couldn't find the other so she broke down like any sane person 💕💕

-Twilight is actually the sweetest person ever idk why he looks so mean

-Hyrule eats rocks

-Wild had a little sister that he lost to the calamity.

-Hyrule doesn't think, he just acts

-Legend has never told anyone about the cheer outfit, and probably never will. If he ever gets caught with it on, she'll probably cry 💀

-Sky LOVESSS LOVEESS Sun so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much

-Four isn't in love w Dot, he only sees her as a friend.

-I know Jojo said that Shadow Link isn't canon to LU, but.........shadow and four are boyfrien-WHAT WHO SAID THAT

-Warriors had ptsd from wars

-Legend loves to cuddle but he will never admit it

-Wind fell asleep on Malon's shoulder once because she sang him a lullaby. She carried him to his bedroom later while he was asleep. Her heart bursted with pride and love as she set him down on the bed.

-Malon sees all of the boys as her sons. She desperately wants children if u couldn't tell. and she deserves some

-Legend and Fable will pull pranks on annoying old people for fun

-Everytime Malon looks at Twilight she sees her and Time's future. She is especially motherly to him out of all the boys.

-Twilight pretends he doesn't feel immense joy when she is near him. but he does

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messrmoonyy · 1 year

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You are nearly single handedly carrying the Tess x reader portion of this website and I thank you so dearly for that and I love all of your stuff

Listen I know it’s the apocalypse and all that they are dealing with, but would you be comfortable doing a Tess fic where she has a strap? Tess and Joel are smugglers so it’s POSSIBLE she could get one…. Right? Right. I’m just going to live in my bubble where it’s possible….

The calm within the storm

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

A/n- oh my dear sweet anon. Firstly, thank you for reading and requesting! Secondly. Lord. Have a been waiting for someone to fucking request this I have been waITING. I didn’t intend to post this today but. I just- no words. Feral. I was fucking feral writing this. I need this woman. Rn. Immediately. I was going to post at the end of the week and it wasn’t gonna be this but I just have to get this out there so. Here it is. Also. I think this could technically be a slightly younger Tess cause I kinda made her a lil bit soft

Warnings- 18+ || Tess. It’s basically just pure filth tbfh. Plot? What’s a plot. Smut: use of toys, fake p in v ( reader receiving ) , fingering ( reader receiving), tess being the god of praise as she always is, use of the term ‘ good girl ‘, light Dom/sub roles, Tess refers to the toy as hers if you get my drift 👀💀, reader low-key in a subspace, crying, overstimulation if you squint,

Word count- 5.2k of filth

Masterlist - Tess requests open

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated

Rain was hammering against the window panes, so hard you almost worried that the glass might break. The entire QZ was practically on lockdown, a severe storm warning meaning that everyone was being told to stay indoors. The only people really out on the streets below were FEDRA officers, if you focused hard enough you could occasionally see a black speck moving on the street below through the blur of the rain.

You and Tess had debated attempting to head out anyway, but with no one around to blend in with it made things harder. And the officers were clearly pissed about standing out in a storm all day, they’d be far too trigger happy.

So you were stuck inside. Which wasn’t particularly a bad thing, you loved being alone with Tess. But sitting with so much stuff in your stash and unable to go and sell it was enough to put you both a little on edge.

Joel didn’t seem fazed at all. In fact he’d told you both to leave him alone and you knew he’d just be spending the entire time blackout drunk. Or so off his head on pills that he probably didn’t even know what day it was. Which was starting to look like a decent idea for yourself too.

But Tess seemingly had other ideas.

“ I’m so fucking bored “ you sighed, following a drop of rain as it ran down the glass. Tess appeared behind you, arms looping around your waist and chin propped on your shoulder. You leant back into her embrace with another sigh “ I might go piss off Joel just for something to do “ Tess scoffed and pressed her face against your neck, nuzzling her nose at the underside of your jaw.

“ I have a better idea to keep you entertained “ she whispered, pressing a soft trail of kisses across your neck.

“ you’ve got a one track mind “ you felt her smile against your skin and tighten her grip around you, tilting your head a little so she had more access to your neck.

“ you say it like it’s a bad thing “

“ Hm never said that “ her hand slipped under your shirt making you shiver as her cold fingers trailed their way upwards “ cold hands “ she smiled again and stopped her assault on your neck for a moment.

“ I have a surprise for you “ you turned in her embrace, folding your arms across your chest.

“ I hate surprises “ you stated. Because you did. And she knew you did.

“ you’ll like this one. Go sit down. On the bed “ your brow furrowed in mild annoyance but then you sighed, deciding to indulge her. Last time she’d told you she had a surprise for you it had been a crappy T-shirt, one of the cheesy joke kind. A frog printed on the front with the words ‘ okey- Croakey! ‘ above its head. You’d lost against her in a game of cards and she’d forced you to wear it for the whole day.

She’d found the entire thing hilarious. As did Joel. You? Not so much.

You sat down and watched as she rummaged around in her backpack by the door.

“ what are you doing? This better not be another fuckin frog shirt “ she pulled something in a little black bag from her backpack with a proud look on her face, turning to you with a slightly mischievous look in her eye “ what? “

“ unfortunately it’s not a frog shirt- which I have noticed has mysteriously vanished by the way “ your brow furrowed again, confusion painting across your features as she rose to her feet and made her way over to you. She sat down next to you and you waited with a raised brow as she pulled at the drawstring “ now don’t freak out. I know what you’re like “

You thought of a few variations of what could possibly be in the bag. But the actual answer wasn’t even close. Not even remotely.

You couldn’t help the laugh that left you. Some mixture of shock, confusion and intrigue mingling into a slightly manic sound.

Only Tess would smuggle a fucking strap on back into the QZ.

“ what the fuck Tess “ she was smiling like the cat that got the cream. Thoroughly proud of herself for finding it and managing to get it back home without you finding it.

“ I want to fuck you with it “ there she was, always one for being direct.

“ where did you even fuckin find this?“

“ last time we were in Lincoln. Turns out that house we stay in? Two Women owned it. Must be something in the fucking water in that town “ you laughed again at that, still completely baffled by the entire situation “ whole drawer full of shit. This looked the most interesting though, you ever use one?”

“ I’m gonna let you answer that for yourself “ your eyes glanced up at her face for a moment “ have you? “

“ once or twice “ you looked at the mildly offensive looking thing in her hands, curiously eyeing the size of it and mentally trying to guess if it would hurt. The most you’d ever taken was Tess’ fingers and two of them was usually a sufficient amount, 3 if she was feeling particularly cruel. It was a pastel purple which was quite the relief really. It didn’t look real. Less scary than it probably was.

“ Tess I don’t know if I can fit- Jesus Christ “

“ I’ll get you ready… if you don’t want to we don’t have to. It was just an idea “ you didn’t want to disappoint her and you knew she’d never even dare to pressure you into something. You tried to think about it, knowing she wouldn’t let it hurt you. She’d never hurt you. And if you thought about it, this was truly as close as you could ever possibly get to her, your bodies completely connected.

It made your cheeks burn again.

“ it won’t hurt? “ she shook her head, scooching a little closer to you and tucking her fingers under your chin, turning you to look at her.

“ okay well. Maybe a tiny bit just at first. But then it’ll be good. I’ll get you ready. I promise. You think I’d ever do anything to hurt you? “

“ no “ you said immediately, there was nothing in this world you were more certain of. She’d never hurt you.

“ then… what do you say? Wanna try? “ the idea was growing on you you couldn’t lie. You weren’t exactly a stranger to letting Tess have complete and utter control of you, and this seemed like the ultimate surrender to her power. To have her in you. Filling you. Reaching parts of you she’d never been able to before.

You shuffled slightly trying to ignore the uncomfortable damp feeling between your legs.

“ so you’re gonna- you wear it? “

“ mhm “

“ will you feel good too? “ you know she wasn’t really one for being touched. Always the one doing the touching rather than letting you touch her. She’d always been the same. But you were curious.

“ you know I get off on making you feel good “ her voice had taken on that low and sultry tone that went straight to your core and you let out a shaky breath “ but I’ll feel a little something. Some friction you know? But don’t worry about me. This is for you “ she brushed your hair away from your shoulder, her lips returning to their earlier assault.

Your clit felt like it had its own fucking heartbeat, throbbing at the thought of your girlfriend nailing you into the mattress like that.

“ fuck okay “ it came out a little more breathy than you had intended, and she seemed throughly pleased with herself. She smiled again, teeth nipping lightly at your skin in a way that made your breath quicken.

“ just think how fuckin pretty you’re gonna look “ she whispered in your ear, one hand sliding over your thigh and squeezing softly “ gonna look so good taking my cock aren’t you baby? “ her hand slipped past the waistband of your leggings, smirking when she pressed against the soaked patch of your underwear.

“ Jesus Christ Tess “

“ I’ve barely even touched you and look at you “ your hand flew to grab at her wrist as she pushed a finger between your drenched folds, already wound ridiculously tight. Already sensitive. And it was almost embarrassing. Because she had barely touched you, and there you were soaking through your panties.

She used her spare hand to cup your face, bringing you in to kiss her in a way that seemed far too tender for her. That felt too innocent compared to the way her finger was slowly circling your clit.

She pushed lightly at your shoulder and you took the hint, shuffling up the bed and letting her lay you back. Her lips didn’t leave yours once, quite the opposite. They became a little more forceful, hungry. Your entire body felt like it was burning up, nervous energy buzzing through every single nerve ending. Every single place that her body was touching yours was ablaze, electric. Alive.

She pulled herself away and smiled as you tried to chase after her lips, drunk on the taste of her. Your hand reaching out for her neck, attempting to pull her back down but she simply took your hand in hers. She pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then placed it back down.

“ patience baby. I need to get you ready okay?” You nodded, ready to do whatever she asked of you with a split second of notice. She sat back and made quick work of ridding you of your leggings and underwear, then your shirt, leaving you completely exposed under her gaze.

In the past you had felt almost scrutinised under your lovers gaze. But never with Tess. It was impossible to feel even remotely self conscious when she was looking at you like that. Like she was going to absolutely devour you any second. Like no other woman existed on the face of the earth.

She seemed almost desperate to touch you as her head found itself between the valley of your breasts, kissing at every inch of skin she could see.

She was working you up, getting you as relaxed as she possibly could. And you were more than willing to let her, sighing in bliss as her hands and lips wandered. You felt like putty in her hands, soft and malleable to whatever she wanted to do you. Sucking and licking, teeth grazing and nipping as her hand continued it’s way downwards.

You couldn’t help squirming around under her touch and she held a hand to your hip in some attempt to keep you in place, pushing you back down as you pushed your hips up against her thigh in some attempt to get a little friction.

“ Tess- “

“ patience “ she said again with a kiss to your cheek, you huffed in annoyance and she tutted and shook her head “ so fuckin impatient today “ but she clearly wasn’t in much of a mood to keep you waiting really.

She slipped two fingers into you embarrassingly easy, in no mood to take it slow with you. Desperate to have you ready for the toy sitting at the foot of the bed still. She set a steady pace, the sopping sound making your cheeks flush bright red. It was embarrassing how wet you got for her, and how fast.

“ that’s it, need you nice and wet for me “ you pushed yourself against the heel of her hand, searching for some pressure on your throbbing clit. And she let you for a few moments, her teeth nipping at the skin of your neck now, leaving a trail of bruises blossoming in her wake.

You attempted to keep your moans to yourself, failing as usual, as she gently began scissoring her fingers inside you. She watched your face intently as she did, checking that everything she was doing was okay. She was always the same. No matter how bossy or controlling she could be in bed, she never actually wanted to do anything you didn’t like. Your pleasure was always the most important thing to her.

“ don’t you dare come “ she said lowly, noticing the way you’d increased the speed you were grinding your hips up into her hand “ don’t you fucking dare “ it was near impossible not to when her hands were working pure magic between your legs. Your chest heaved in heavy breaths in some hope it would stave your orgasm off.

But Tess knew your body too well. Knew what every single reaction and sound meant, probably better than you did yourself if you were honest. So she knew your tricks and she didn’t want you coming yet. So she simply removed her fingers.

You felt too empty as she withdrew her fingers but before you could begin to complain she was coaxing them into your mouth. She watched you in awe as you sucked on her fingers, your mouth flooding with your own taste.

“ that’s it. Good girl “ she swatted at your thigh lightly with her other hand when she spotted you attempting to rub your thighs together for some relief, giving you a look of mock disappointment “ what did I just say? Do as you’re told “ when she deemed her fingers clean enough she got up from the bed, picking up the toy. You felt too embarrassed to watch her, instead focussing on the ceiling and hoping your cheeks weren’t too red.

You mentally tried to prepare for the sight. The feeling. The intrusion. But found that yes, you were a little scared still, but also incredibly excited.

You felt the bed dip as Tess climbed back on the bed, her warm hands gently pushing your legs apart as she sat herself between them. You chanced a look at her, propping yourself up on your elbows.

It looked a little less intimidating on Tess than it did when she’d first showed it to you. It almost made you laugh at how you’d been scared, but now you were unbelievably curious over anything else. And embarrassed. Incredibly fucking embarrassed.

Which was silly. It was Tess. Just Tess.

You dropped back onto the mattress and covered your face with your hands, an embarrassed groan muffled by your palms. Tess chuckled and you felt her lean down over you, pulling one of your hands away gently

“ y/n “ she was smiling at you as she peeled your other hand away “ Embarrassed? “ she said with a slight teasing tone to her words and you turned your head away, attempting to hide your face in the pillow “ hey hey. No. Eyes on me, look at me “

“ it’s embarrassing “ you said with a little laugh and she rolled her eyes, smile tugging at her lips.

“ I’ve fucked you plenty of times before”

“ not like this “ she brushed your hair away from your face and her eyes scanned over your features.

“ we don’t have to do- “

“ no. No I want to. Jesus do I want to “ you said maybe a little too fast, a little too desperate.

“ okay then. You ready baby? “ it was mildly pathetic how scared you actually were all of a sudden. It was Tess. Your Tess. You had nothing to be worried about “ baby? “

“ yeah “ you breathed out “ yeah. Yeah I’m ready “ you watched her as she licked the palm of her hand before she reached down between you, watching her fingers wrap around the toy. Your cheeks were on fire again, it was practically indecent the way your stomach fluttered at the sight. You craned your neck to watch, gasping as you felt the cool silicone brushing between your folds.

“ hey, eyes up here. Look at me “ your eyes snapped up to meet hers, relaxing a little immediately “ that’s it. Keep looking at me okay? “ you gave a small nod, trying to keep your breathing steady. It hitched in your throat as she brushed the toy lightly over your already sensitive clit “ breathe. If you need to stop you tell me okay? “

“ yes “ you whispered, arousal and desire beginning to cloud your thoughts.

She sat back up, pulling you closer by your hips.

“ spread your legs for me, that’s it keep them there “ she soothed her hands over your thighs for a moment, smirking at the sight of the remaining bruises left there from the other day.

She was incredibly possessive. Always had been. She loved nothing more than littering your skin with marks from her teeth or her fingers. You were hers. No one else’s.

You heart was hammering in your chest as she returned to her teasing, dragging the purple silicone up and down your cunt. It sent a shiver down your spine every time she caught your clit and it only made her smirk. You even found yourself bucking your hips up for more after a minute or so, unashamedly desperate for her to just give you something. Anything.

“ where’s this enthusiasm come from?” She teased and you could do nothing but squirm under her gaze, a pathetic whimper of a sound leaving your throat. It just made her smug look grow even more “ do you want it? “

“ yes “ she had this ridiculous skill of getting you wound up like that, to the point where you felt like an animal in heat. Desperate for whatever relief she would honour you with “ please Tess”

When she deemed the tip wet enough she positioned it at your entrance

“ it might hurt a tiny bit. Breathe through it, relax “ you nodded and she kept her eyes right on yours as she gently pushed into you, eyes scanning your own to look for any sign you no longer wanted it. Your own eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of the unfamiliar intrusion “ that’s it. Good girl you got it “ She entered you ridiculously slowly, allowing only the tip to push past the restriction of your entrance.

She took her time. Easing into you inch by inch, one hand on your hip to keep you in place. Her eyes fluttered between your face and your cunt, wanting to make sure you were okay but clearly also mesmerised at the sight of the toy slowing vanishing inside of you.

She held it there for a few moments, waiting for you to give her the go ahead to keep moving and letting you adjust to the unfamiliar girth inside of you.

“ Jesus fucking Christ “ you breathed out, trying to get used to the odd sensation and the slight burn at your entrance as you attempted to stretch to the size.

“ you okay? “ you nodded your head rapidly, eyes still clenched shut. It was almost overwhelming, how unbelievably full you felt. How deep she seemed to be inside you “ do you need me to stop?” Her hand cupped your face gently and she rubbed soft circles into your skin, coaxing you to open your eyes “ baby you need to talk to me “

“ no no it’s just- it’s a lot. Let me just- “ you took another deep breathe, unable to stop your squirming as your walls clamped down around the thickness of the toy “ okay. Okay I’m good “

She pulled almost completely out, pushing back in until the toy filled you completely again. She remained at a slow pace at first, hands holding your hips firmly as your back arched off the mattress.

“ fuck “ she said under her breath, looking down at you like you were the most incredible thing she’d ever laid her eyes on “ you know how pretty you look right now? “ you’d already slipped past the point of forming coherent sentences, your brain filled with nothing but how unbelievably full you felt. How with every thrust she made it seemed to hit a part so deep inside you, that you hadn’t even been entirely aware even existed.

You needed more. So much more.

“ can you- faster. Tess. Please I just- more “ your broken attempt at a sentence seemed to make some sense to her, her hands sliding over your legs again and settling back on your hips.

She picked up the pace, settling herself into a rhythm that had your breasts bouncing, a string of embarrassingly vulgar sounds leaving your throat. The room was filled with the sounds of you. Your moans. The ridiculously wet sound coming from between your legs. And Tess’ own heavy breaths.

It felt filthy. But in the greatest way.

“ look at you “ she she said with more joy on her face than you’d ever seen, smiling down at you as your hands twisted into the bed sheets and you attempted to muffle your moans in your pillow “ look so fucking good taking my cock don’t you? Huh? “

“ Tess “ you whined her name at the poor indecency of her words, ears ringing as you tried to focus on staving off your orgasm as long as possible. But it was near impossible. All you could think about was the bruising sensation of the toy pressing hard against your cervix with every single thrust she offered you.

“ doing so well “ she praised “ taking me so well “ you were chasing your orgasm now, knowing you wouldn’t actually get it until she said you could. But you were going to try either way.

You moved one hand down your body, circling the sensitive nub of your clit in a desperate attempt to get off.

“ I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself “ you held her eye contact in some way of being defiant, rubbing yourself faster even if just to prove a point “ are you that desperate?” She grabbed at your hand and you gasped as she moved back over you, pinning your hands down above your head “ I asked you a question “

“ please Tess “ you whimpered, wishing she could feel the way your cunt fluttered around the toy that was still buried inside you. She shifted her hips to press even further into you in a way that was almost painful, a squeak of a sound escaping you.

“ I thought you were being good “ your hands twisted in her grasp but she had always been stronger than you.

“ i- I am. I just need- please I need- “ Her eyes scanned your face for a few moments before seemingly deciding on something.

“ I got you “ she slipped out of you so suddenly it made you whimper at the loss “ be patient “ she smirked, kissing you in a way that took your breath away again. She pulled away far too quickly, making you chase after her lips again as she moved away. Which only made her laugh. You watched her carefully as she positioned herself sitting back against the headboard, beckoning you towards her with her fingers “ come here “

You didn’t need telling twice.

You were up and straddling her lap in a second, gasping when your sensitive cunt brushed against the now warm length of the toy.

“ you’re gonna be a good girl and ride me “ she instructed. And it was enough for another pathetic whine of a noise to leave your lips “ okay? “ you nodded, already reaching between you and wrapping your fingers around the now sticky silicone “ someone’s eager “ you nodded, brain too foggy to form a coherent thought never mind form a sentence “ Tell me “ she said, hands gripping tightly at your waist to stop you before you could go any further.

It was mean. To make you talk. To make you attempt to speak when your brain was absolutely frazzled, filled with nothing but a desperate aching need to be filled by her again.

“ Tess “ you whimpered in some hope she’d just feel sorry for you and not make you talk. Of course you weren’t going to get off that easy.

“ do as you’re fuckin told “ she nudged her fingers under your chin, an eyebrow raised “ come on. You can do it. Use your words “ she dragged her thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it snap back into place again with a smirk “ tell me how much you want it “

“ so bad “ you whispered, eyes closing and cheeks flushing with heat “ need you so bad Tess “ you didn’t need to look at her to know she had that stupid smug smirk plastered across her face, enjoying it far too much.

“ need what? “

“ fuck Tess “ you dropped your head to her shoulder and tried to clear the embarrassment and fog clouding your thoughts “ I can’t I- “

“ yes you can “ she cooed, a hand brushing over your hair “ one little thing and then you can fuck yourself on my cock again. Isn’t that what you want? “ you nodded weakly “ then be a good girl and tell me what you need “

“ need you to fuck me “ you whimpered into her neck “ please I need it so bad “ usually she’d had made you say it again. Say it louder. Repeat it until you were practically begging for your life for it.

“ good girl that wasn’t so hard was it? “ you took that as your go ahead, lifting yourself before sinking slowly back down with an almost dreamy sigh.

There was less restriction the second time around, the deliciousness of the stretch still there but the uncomfortable burn no longer present. You sank down until she completely filled you again and you were seated flush against her thighs.

The way Tess was watching you was enough to make you come on the spot. No one had ever looked at you like that. Like you were some mythical creature, a goddess walking amongst mortals. It spurred you on to put on a show for her.

“ and don’t you fucking come until I tell you “ she said with a warning squeeze to the flesh of your hips.

You anchored yourself with your hands on her shoulders, rising up again and setting yourself into a steady rhythm. It felt filthy. Entirely too erotic for you to even comprehend, the sweat making your skin slick as your thighs pressed against hers, sounds reminiscent of a fucking pornstar escaping your lips.

Her fingers were pressing harshly into your skin, guiding you up and down on the phallic shape between her legs, you knew you’d bruise tomorrow but you didn’t even care. You wanted her to bruise you. To mark you. You needed a lasting reminder of the moment, needed to be able to glance down at the purples and blues on your skin and feel the ache in your cunt.

You felt primal, completely and utterly consumed by the woman beneath you. the short and quick breaths leaving her everytime you dropped down, the harness clearly brushing wonderfully against her everytime, were like music to your ears.

“ you look so fuckin pretty like this “ she said for what felt like the millionth time, but you’d never get bored of it. She was a little breathless, her eyes not looking away from you for even a second “ you’re so fuckin good for me arent you baby? My good girl huh? “

“ yes “ you whined, rolling your hips in some attempt to rest your legs as your thighs began to burn with the effort. Her hands shifted to grab at the globes of your ass, urging you to slow down a little and go at the pace she wanted.

“ that’s it baby, like that. Just like that “ the all too familiar pressure in your belly was beginning to grow stronger by the second and you knew you didn’t have much left in you. Tess knew you far too well and even though she couldn’t feel the way you were squeezing around the toy, she clearly saw it in your face “ you want to come? “ you nodded your head, head falling back and eyes closing as she kept guiding your hips.

“ yeah. Yeah. I’m almost there but- I don’t think“ she gave a small nod, understanding and shifted herself under you a little so she had some leverage.

“ I got you. Don’t worry “ you gasped, the air leaving your lungs completely as she thrust up into you. The feeling all the more intense than the previous position, hitting a new spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“ fuck Tess “ you whined, eyes squeezing shut and head dropping to her shoulder. Her hand slipped between you, a squeal escaping your throat as she began circling your clit with her fingers.

“ you wanna come for me? Hmm? Gonna come all over my cock, huh? “ you couldn’t form words, desperate pathetic whines the only thing that would pass your lips. Her thrusts were so deep, so hard. It made your vision blur, tears stinging at the corner of your eyes “ look at me. Baby I need you to look at me “ you reluctantly lifted your head, your neck feeling as though it were made of lead. Your forehead pressed against hers and she increased the pace of her fingers against your clit, still slower than you wanted but you weren’t about to complain “ you know what you need to do if you want to come baby. Don’t you? “

You nodded weakly, tears now slipping across your cheeks at the sheer overwhelming feelings she was eliciting in you. It was almost too much and not enough at the same time “ ask me “ she said even though you already knew you had to. It was stupid of you to ever think she’d let you even think about coming without getting her permission first. You just hoped she wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, silently praying that she was in a generous mood.

“ please can I come? “ you sobbed, teetering on the brink and just needing her little push to send you over the edge.

“ go ahead baby. Come for me “ it was instantaneous. The most powerful orgasm of your life knocking the breath from your lungs, nails digging into her shoulders in way you were certain was drawing blood. Tess whispered praise in your ear as your body shook on top of her, moaning so loudly they’d probably hear you on the other side of the zone.

Her words stuttered a little as you came through the latter end of your orgasm and you got the feeling your squirming around had been enough to push Tess over too. She wasn’t even remotely as loud as you. In fact it was a miracle if she ever made any noise at all above stuttered breaths.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and letting the fog clear from your mind. Tess pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, erasing the tears that had fallen from your eyes in the softest way possible. The hand that had been firmly gripping your hip, now trailing softly up and down your spine.

“ you did so good “ she said softly “ knew you would “ you hummed an answer cupping her face in your hands, placing a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips “ are you okay? “

“ so fucking okay. Jesus “ she smiled and kissed you again, before gently easing the toy out of you, hushing you gently when you flinched at the feeling.

“ you okay to move? “

“ my legs are fucking dead “ you said with a giggle that made her laugh too, shaking her head slightly. She wrapped her arms around your waist and shifted you to snuggle into her chest

“ that’s okay we can stay here “ one of her hands came up to cradle your head, holding you close to her “ we need to take another trip to Lincoln soon. I wanna see what else is in that fucking drawer “

All you could do was laugh.

#tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us #tlou #Tess tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfiction #smut #x reader #x you #Anna torv #fluff #lesbian #lgbt #other characters for exposure:#Joel miller #Ellie Williams

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Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Chapter 2

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This work is 18+, MDNI

Notes: I promise the plot will start picking up soon with lots of angst💀I had to set things up though

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It was nightfall before Daemon escorted Viserea back inside the walls of the Keep. He offered to escort her to the dragon pit, but she rejected his offer, saying she had not slept properly in two days and all she wished for was a decent night’s sleep.

Thankfully, she was granted exactly that. The next day was a day of mourning with no council meetings being held and the sun was shining bright through her windows when she finally awoke. The handmaidens were called to her chambers and she was dressed in dragon riding attire. She greeted Rhaenyra in her room, who after taking one glance at how Viserea was dressed, immediately got dressed in her own riding attire.

They were escorted to the dragonpit and mounted their respective dragons and began flying. Neither needed to say where they were going in order to know. Soon they were greeted with the shores of Dragonstone and Viserea felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

The two landed in the field where there was plenty for their dragons to eat and walked to the far edge of it before either spoke.

“Do you remember when we snuck off right before your tenth nameday?” Rhaenyra asked, settling down in the field and Viserea joined her a moment later, giggling at the memory.

“Yes. I have never seen so many ships showing up to Dragonstone at once.” Viserea’s smile spread across her face slowly, “Or your father’s face turn so red.”

Rhaenyra laughed loudly at the memory and Viserea felt her stomach jump multiple times at the sound.

“You took the fault, saying it was your idea to run away.” Rhaenyra added, looking over at Viserea.

“Even at ten, I knew how much power a nameday’s wish could hold. How could they be mad at the child who just wanted to celebrate her nameday with her closest friend?” Viserea nudged Rhaenyra’s shoulder with her own.

“I think that day is one of my favorite memories. It definitely started one of my favorite traditions.”

“Traditions?”

“Sneaking off to fly here any time we needed a moment away from being the two princesses of the realm.” Rhaenyra answered and Viserea laid her head on her shoulder.

“It has always felt more like home than the keep has. I may know the grounds of the keep more, but Dragonstone will always be the home of the Targaryens.”

“Do you believe home has to be a place?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice curious.

“In what way do you mean?”

“I have visited Dragonstone without you by my side before and it did not hold the same feeling. I could never place why until Alicent and I were in my chambers last night. She held me as I cried, but it brought me only a small portion of the comfort you brought me, and I realized that I was wishing you were there to hold me. You were always the place that brought me the most comfort.” Rhaenyra’s voice had turned shy at the end and Viserea could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she lifted her head from Rhaenyra’s shoulder.

The hours Viserea spent alone in her room pondering her jealousy of Rhaenyra and Alicent’s friendship and realizing why she felt that jealousy, the terror of losing Rhaenyra as a friend, and the guilt she felt at her own inability to be happy for her when a handsome lord offered her his attention played through her mind in a blur.

“You have always been mine, too.” Viserea finally said, afraid to say any more in case Rhaenyra’s words didn’t mean the same to her as they did to Viserea.

“Rea, look at me.” Rhaenyra said, turning her body to face Viserea.

Viserea sat up straight and did as she was told, looking at Rhaenyra and holding her gaze even if the action made her entire body shake slightly.

“Dragons are meant to burn together, we feel safest surrounded by fire. You are the fire that surrounds me when I feel as though I am drowning in the seas. I need to know for my own sanity’s sake if you feel the same.”

Instead of replying, Viserea leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rhaenyra’s. Her world simultaneously came crashing down around her and was rebuilt in the same moment. As she felt Rhaenyra’s lips push back against her own, she felt the new world built stronger. Her world no longer consisted of the pain of so much loss surrounded by the walls of the keep, it was now the feeling of hope surrounded by the very air they flew through while on dragonback.

She wasn’t sure how long their lips stayed connected before Rhaenyra was pulling Viserea onto her lap. Viserea’s hands went into Rhaenyra’s hair while one of Rhaenyra’s hands rested on the girl’s hip and the other on the back of her neck to keep her close. When they finally pulled away from each other, both were breathing heavily and had flushed cheeks.

“I don’t think you truly understand how long I have been wishing for that moment,” Viserea said, her forehead leaned against Rhaenyra’s.

“My apologies for keeping my princess waiting,” Rhaenyra said, smirking up at her.

“You’re forgiven as long as you promise it will not happen again.” Viserea replied, with her own cheeky grin.

“I do not believe myself to be able to go without your kiss anymore.” As if to make her point, Rhaenyra kissed Viserea again and laid back, dragging the other down with her.

The two laid in the grass for a while longer with various topics being discussed between kisses. It was only when the sun began to sink behind the clouds that they finally rose from the grass and headed back to their dragons. Halfway back to King’s Landing, they began shouting joking insults to each other which resulted in a race back to the pit. The two landed at the same time just as they had earlier that week and allowed their dragons to be brought back into the pit.

“One day you will have to show me how you get in so much trouble wandering through the streets.” Rhaenyra said in a low voice as they were escorted back to the keep.

“It will have to be after a day of celebration. I’m not exactly accompanied by a guard and there are only two people in the city I trust to keep me safe.” Viserea told her in the same volume.

“How do you know you can trust them?” Rhaenyra asked curiously.

“Apparently they know of our uncle. He has bought their loyalty to the Targaryen family and I pay my share when I need their services.” Viserea told her honestly. Rhaenyra looked as though she was considering the answer and gave a slow nod.

“I guess gold is a powerful weapon, perhaps even more than Valyrian steel.” Rhaenyra finally replied.

“I wonder if gold is powerful enough to buy the silence of our guards or if we’ll have to find more clever ways to sneak to each other’s rooms every night. I don’t think they will believe that my dreams are suddenly visiting every night.”

“I believe you forget our power as the princesses of the Realm. The only person who holds more power than us currently is Father. One command from us as their princesses and they will be silenced unless Father asks them; and Ser Harrold and Ser Ryden both adore us so I don’t think they would betray our trust unless they had to.”

Viserea locked eyes with her cousin as she thought over what she had just said and the confidence in her eyes was enough to make her believe it.

They reached the keep and were helped out of the carriage. The two made their way to the kitchens where they were greeted with surprised faces. The staff smiled as they grabbed the random foods they wanted and made their way back to the hall that held their chambers.

The two walked into Rhaenyra’s chambers and placed the food on the footrest of her bed. While Rhaenyra bathed and dressed in her nightclothes, Viserea ate, and the two switched once they were finished. With full stomachs and smelling of the rich oils that littered the bathroom, the two eventually curled under Rhaenyra’s sheets.

They continued talking through the night, somehow never running out of topics to discuss. When one topic would seem to come to an end, it would spur on another conversation about a topic related that would only be interrupted when one of them pressed their lips to the other’s. Their responses to each other became more and more labored as exhaustion won over, and in the dark of night, the two fell asleep with Viserea’s head on Rhaenyra’s chest and their arms wrapped around each other.

When the morning sun began creeping through the windows of Rhaenyra’s room, two knocks awoke them from their slumber. Rhaenyra answered the door while Viserea stayed standing out of sight, and when they realized it was just the handmaidens coming to gather Rhaenyra for the first council meeting of the day, they both relaxed. Rhaenyra allowed the two women inside,

“Princess Viserea is also here, she stayed with me last night as I did not wish to be alone.” Rhaenyra informed them, though neither of the women were surprised to see her.

“It is no bother, princesses. I am happy to see that you two have each other as you both go through a difficult time.” Viserea believed the woman that said it was named Laera, though she couldn’t remember the name of the younger maiden that had joined her.

“I will go and retrieve Princess Viserea’s handmaidens as they are looking for you, also. The King Viserys said you both are to attend today’s council meetings to avoid any confusion of who’s duty today’s would be since none were held yesterday.” The younger girl left the room before anyone could respond, though she returned moments later with both of Viserea’s handmaidens in tow.

After the two were both dressed and their hair had been styled, they made their way to the council room. For once, neither were late and both arrived at the same time as the rest of the council.

Seeing the king made Viserea’s blood run cold, though she made sure not to show it. Aemma’s death flashed through her mind and she forced the images back. She couldn’t let her own feelings of the matter get in the way of her duties. Getting under Otto Hightower’s skin was one thing, but outwardly showing her new distaste for the king could very well end her life.

Two jugs of wine were on a table off to the side instead of one so that neither princess would be empty handed as they sat in on the council meeting. They placed the cups and filled each of them before the king sat down, signaling the start of the meeting.

“Before we begin, Your Grace, I have a report I feel compelled to share.” Otto says, causing Rhaenyra and Viserea to look at each other from where they stood on opposite sides of the table. “You know, Your Grace, how I cannot abide by gossip-“

“Please, Otto, gossip on.” The dread in Viserys’ voice was not lost on Viserea or Corlys as they both looked at each other with smiles that they were forcing back.

“Last night, Prince Daemon bought out one of the pleasure houses on the Street of Silk.” Otto said. This caused Viserea’s smile to drop quickly and she looked to Rhaenyra.

Anytime Otto mentioned Daemon’s name, it was sure to be an insult of some sort. The two had spoken before of how they viewed their uncle with a similar respect and, sometimes, envy. They were both protective over him and both of the dragons being prodded in the same room was not a smart idea for anyone who did not wish to be bathed in dragon fire.

“For what purpose?” Viserys asked Otto. Rhaenyra and Viserea looked between each other and the two men, having no more wine glasses to fill.

“To entertain officers of the City Watch and other friends of his.” After a brief pause, Otto continued on, “He toasted the passed Prince Baelon, styling him, ‘The Heir for a Day.’”

Viserea felt her heart hammer in her chest, not believing it until Otto went on to further say he had multiple witnesses who viewed the evening as a celebration. She locked eyes with Rhaenyra again and was met with a pained look equal to what she felt.

Both of the girls jump as Viserys sends his wine glass to shatter on the floor of the council room. Viserea and Rhaenyra move at the same time, both in sync with each other and not needing to verbally communicate to work in tandem. As Viserea carefully cleans the wine glass off the floor and reassures Viserys that she is okay to do so, Rhaenyra fills another glass for him and sets it a couple inches farther away from him than the previous.

The council meeting continues as normal after the outburst was made, though both girls stay suspiciously quiet. Viserea can feel Corlys eyeing her more than once in suspicion. Where one of the two would usually voice their opinion, they are quiet. They give each other brief glances as they move to keep wine glasses filled, but neither speaks a word.

The council meeting runs longer than usual, having two days worth of issues to handle instead of one. When they are finally dismissed, the Princesses only have enough time to speak to each other in the halls on the way to their lessons.

“Do you believe he said it?” Rhaenyra asked. She did not need any more clarification to understand what she was asking.

“I wish it was a lie, but the Hand is not a stupid man. An accusation that could cost the Rogue his tongue or even his life is not one to be made without solid proof.” Viserea is careful as she speaks. Names are easier for those to translate from Valyrian, so she makes sure to only use the nicknames the two had given the various members of the council to maintain secrecy.

“I hate that I feel more anger for my father than I do for Rogue. He has not spoken to me since mother’s funeral and now Rogue gives my brother that died in the cradle such a treacherous name and it is my father that I hold more anger for.” The Valyrian sounded enchanting falling from Rhaenyra’s lips, especially when spoken in anger. If it wasn’t for the topic, Viserea knew she could listen to her speak in it for hours uninterrupted.

“I agree with your anger, though it is for different reasons. I spoke to Rogue of the dream, among other things, once Rhaenys’ Hill had cleared and it feels as though he has used the contents of the dream to further mock him.”

“Did you tell him of the entire dream?” Rhaenyra asked, “I know you’re withholding part of it to prevent me some pain and I am not asking you to tell me of it…”

“You just wish to know how deep the betrayal I feel is?” Viserea questioned and Rhaenyra nodded, “He knows of the whole dream. I also told him how I view our family and he still made the remarks.”

“Yet you still hold more anger towards Father than him?” Rhaenyra questioned.

“Issa. (Yes.)”

“Is it because Father did something I do not know of?”

“Issa.”

“Do I need to know of it, or would it only bring me more pain over something I cannot change?”

“He regrets what he did, you do not need to hold the anger or pain that his actions would bring you.” Viserea looked to Rhaenyra who was already looking at her. Rhaenyra looked at her a moment longer then nodded.

“I trust your judgment.” Rhaenyra replied as they approached their meeting place with the Septa.

Their afternoon lessons went by quickly and Viserea welcomed the distraction from the betrayal she felt due to Daemon’s actions. Learning about the Old Gods of Valyria was more comforting than pondering over the current valyrian descendants' familial issues.

When the girls were informed of Viserys’ absence from dinner for the third night in a row, Viserea could not help the anger she felt. She had grown used to the feelings of grief, but she did not understand how a father could abandon his daughter to deal with those feelings on her own. Viserea thought Rhaenyra herself might breathe dragonfire when it was a member of the Kingsguard that came to collect them instead of Viserys himself.

“Father.” Rhaenyra greeted once they enter the altar room.

“Your Grace.” Viserea greets, changing her usual greeting to one of formality.

Rhaenyra notices the change in greeting and briefly looks at Viserea, but turns her attention back to Viserys instead.

“You haven’t spoken a word to us since Mother’s funeral, and then you send your Kingsguard to collect us?” There is no mistaking the anger in Rhaenyra’s voice. It mimics that in which Viserea feels.

“Balerion was the last living creature to have seen Old Valyria before the Doom… Its greatness and its flaws…When you look at the dragons, what do you see?” The King’s question is directed towards Rhaenyra, but both of the ladies are clearly taken aback by it.

“What?” Rhaenyra asked him.

“Answer me. It’s important. What do you see?”

“I suppose… I see us.”

“Tell me.”

“Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men. But they say that because of our dragons; without them, we’re just like everyone else.”

Whatever answer Viserys was looking for, Rhaenyra seems to have given him. He looks pleased as he turns to Viserea next,

“And what do you make of your dreams?” He asked.

Viserea took a step closer to where he and Rhaenyra stood, taking a moment of her own to gather her thoughts.

“Many Valyrians, Targaryens and Velarions alike, have prayed to Tessarion to give them the gift of dreams. It adds to our illusion of being closer to gods than to men, as do the dragons, but my dreams could stop tomorrow the same way dragons could stop choosing to obey our commands. Then we are the same as everyone else with only lilac eyes to say we were different at one time.”

Viserys nods at Viserea’s answer, being just as pleased in her answer as he was in Rhaenyra’s.

“The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They are a power that man should have never trifled with - one that brought Valyria its doom. And, if we don’t mind our own history, it will do the same to us.” Viserys looks back and forth between both girls before settling his attention on Rhaenyra. “A Targaryen must understand this to be King… or Queen.”

Viserea feels her breath hitch for a moment at what Viserys is implying, but does not interrupt or reach for Rhaenyra’s hand as she so desperately wants.

“I’m sorry, Rhaenyra. I’ve wasted the years since you were born wanting for a son. But, you are the very best of your mother. I believe, as I know she did, that you could be a great ruling queen.”

“Daemon is your heir.” Rhaenyra argued.

“Daemon was not made to wear the crown, but I believe that you were.”

“You summoned Viserea here with me.” Rhaenyra pointed out, bringing Viserea slightly out of her state of shock and causing Viserys to look at the other princess.

“You two have not been separated since birth. I cannot make you both Queens of the Realm, but I know that you two will have great influence over each other.” Viserys said, his eyes flickering between the two.

“She will be my Hand of the Queen.” Rhaenyra said quickly, causing Viserea’s head to snap towards her.

“Rhaenyra-“ Viserea started, but she was interrupted by her.

“No.” Rhaenyra looked to her father and held eye contact with him, a look of determination on her face, “Viserea is to be named my Hand when I am named your Heir. You brought her here because you knew I would value her opinion over everyone else’s. You know what naming a woman your Heir will cause. I will not risk Viserea becoming an object of the background.”

Viserys looks to Viserea, silently asking her if she wants what Rhaenyra has offered to her. When Viserea nods, Viserys speaks again,

“This is no trivial gesture, my Princesses. A dragon’s saddle is one thing, but the Iron Throne is the most dangerous seat in the realm.”

Viserea subconsciously stepped closer to Rhaenyra, now directly behind her right side, as if already prepared to protect Rhaenyra from whatever may come to harm her. Visery let a small smile cross his face at the sight though it quickly fades.

“I’m going to tell you both something now. It won’t be easy for you to understand, but you must hear it.” Viserys said, drawing both of their attention, “The histories tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater from Dragonstone and saw a rich land ripe for the capture. But ambition alone is not what drove him to conquest. It was a dream.”

Viserys allows both of them a moment to grasp what he has said and Viserea’s heart jumped in her chest. She doesn’t stop herself this time from gripping Rhaenyra’s hand.

“Viserea is not the first Dreamer since Daenys, who saw the end of Valyria. She is the first since Aegon, who foresaw the end of the world of men. It is to begin with a terrible winter dusting out of the distant north. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds, and whatever is within, will destroy the world of the living.”

“What is it? What’s in the darkness?” Rhaenyra voiced Viserea’s thoughts.

“If Aegon knew, he never said. But he saw that there would be a light brilliant enough to stand against it: the fire of dragons. Whenever the Great Winter comes, all of Westeros will have to stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A king, or queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and dark.” Viserys pulled his dagger from its hilt and held it in the light of the fire, allowing the flames to dance across the surface bring light to the engravings, “Aegon called his Dream ‘The Song of Ice and Fire.’”

Viserea feels Rhaenyra start to return the grip on her hand as if the two were drawing strength from each other in that moment.

“This secret has passed from king to heir since Aegon’s time. Jaehaerys was able to unite the realm as one again, but if any war is to happen again before the Song… I believe it is time that the king or queen has a trusted ally to help carry the secret. You two must both promise to carry this secret. Carry it and protect it. Promise me this, Rhaenyra. Promise me this, Viserea.”

Both of the Princesses respond as one,

“I promise.”

“Tomorrow the lords of the realm will gather in the throne room and pledge their loyalty to you as my named heir,” Viserys looks from Rhaenyra to Viserea, “and to you as the future Hand of the Queen. When Jaehaerys told me of the Song, I did not sleep that night. I ask that you two do not escape on dragonback or run through the city streets tonight. Find comfort within the walls of the keep, however you may need to.”

When both of them agree, Viserys dismisses himself, leaving the two standing alone and speechless for a long while. They both silently leave the alter room, their hands still intertwined, and it isn’t until they reach the privacy of Viserea’s chambers that Rhaenyra speaks.

“I apologize if I have spoken for you tonight. If you do not wish to be my hand, I understand.” She said, causing Viserea to turn to look at her.

“You have offered me the highest honor in the realm besides the throne itself. There is nothing to apologize for.” Viserea told her, sitting next to her and leaning her head on her shoulder.

“I assumed since I would value your opinion over anyone else’s, it seemed only right that you sit beside me and actually get to wield that power.”

“Better me than another cunt like Otto.” Viserea doesn’t realize what she has said until the words leave her mouth, but by then she and Rhaenyra have both turned to a fit of giggles.

Once they finally calm themselves, Rhaenyra sighs.

“I suppose tonight we will have to sleep in our own beds. I feel that tomorrow we will be awoken with a sense of urgency that would not be aided if we are having to be tracked down.” Rhaenyra’s words sadden Viserea, but she knows they are true.

“At least that’s one thing that can be changed once you are Queen. It will be much easier to see each other when I am moved to my own room within the Queen’s apartments.” Viserea pointing out this fact brought a smile to Rhaenyra’s face.

“I suppose you’re right.” Rhaenyra gently placed her lips on Viserea’s and stood.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Nyra.” Viserea said, kissing Rhaenyra’s hand before letting it fall.

Rhaenyra stood at the front of the throne room while Viserea stood at the front of the line of lords gathered to pledge an oath of fealty to Viserys and Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra was dressed in an intricate gown of red with golden embroidery and jewels dancing across the chest and arms. A golden cloak embroidered with dragon heads rested on her shoulders. Viserea wore a red gown of her own, though she wore no cloak and her embroidery was silver and danced across the torso and chest of her dress. Both wore the headpieces that Daemon had gifted them for Viserys’ coronation as children. While Rhaenyra could not wear the necklace he had gifted her, Viserea wore the earrings and had allowed Rhaenyra to borrow her ring for the ceremony.

“Viserea, the Winter Dragon, of House Targaryen, Princess of the Realm.” Grand Maester Mellos’ voice boomed over the crowd and shocked Viserea back to the present.

With each step closer to Rhaenyra, Viserea felt her anxiety and nerves melt away and allowed herself to look like every inch of the power she held, standing tall and keeping her face impassive. She would be the first to swear loyalty to Rhaenyra, and then the rest of the lords would swear their loyalty to both of the Princesses. Viserea did not need a dream to know that this was what was right. She was meant to be by Rhaenyra’s side, as both her wife and as her hand. While she may only be able to be by her side as one in the present, Viserea was willing to wait a hundred lifetimes to stand beside her as her wife. The day would come, and she knew it.

Kneeling, Viserea spoke the modified set of words that only she would speak that day,

“I, Viserea Targaryen, the Winter Dragon, swear my loyalty to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. As Hand of the Queen, I will give my life to aiding her rule and helping to protect and better the Realm. I swear this by the old gods and the new. If I fail, may Tessarion take away the gift of Dreams.” Viserea had argued for her modified versions of the usual oath of fealty and promises of the Hand, and after an argument that the Grand Maester said would take five years off of his life, her version had been allowed.

Viserea stood and, as she walked to stand next to Rhaenyra, saw Viserys give a small nod to her. Turning to face the gathered lords, Viserea kept a face of confidence and power.

“Corlys of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark.” The maester said next.

Corlys walked up to the two and kneeled before them,

“I, Corlys Velaryon, Lord of Driftmark, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra, and her named Hand, the Princess Viserea. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

Viserea offers Corlys a nod of respect as he stands, having always admired the man.

“Lord Hobert Hightower, Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, and Voice of Oldtown.”

Viserea had met Hobert only once and was utterly unimpressed. Perhaps it was Viserea’s unwillingness to say her faith was in the Seven and hers instead lied with the Gods and Goddesses of Old Valyria, but she knew the feeling was mutual.

“I, Lord Hobert Hightower, Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, and Voice of the Oldtown, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra, and her named Hand, the Princess Viserea. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

Viserea offers no nod to the Hightower Lord or the next lords that pledge their loyalty, but she pays attention to which lords show their obvious distaste of the oath.

When she could, she would look around the throne room, hoping to see the familiar long, blonde hair that usually gave her comfort. Viserea was unsure if she was relieved to not see it, or if it only added to the sense of betrayal she felt.

“Boremund Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End.” The statement snapped Viserea back to the present and she locked eyes with the man.

He is one of the ones Viserea takes mental note of. His eyes flicker back and forth between Rhaenyra and Viserea and Viserea squints her eyes into a glare. The look on both hers and Rhaenyra’s face makes the lord kneel and recite the oath.

“Benjen Stark, Lord of Winterfell.” Grand Maester Mellos calls forward Viserea’s cousin and she wipes the angry look from her face, instead offering one of warmth and respect.

When Benjen approaches, he gives both of the princesses a small, but genuine, smile as he kneels.

“I, Benjen Stark, Lord of Winterfell, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra, and her named Hand, the Princess Viserea. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

When he stands, both Rhaenyra and Viserea give him the same small nods of respect Viserea had offered Corlys which the Lord returns.

“The Winter Dragon” was a name given to her by the Starks when she was still a babe in the womb. She had grown up hearing herself referred to as such, and it was when she was ten and three that she asked for the name to be used when she was announced. It was a way for Viserea to ensure that the memory of her mother or Winterfell’s loyalty to her was not erased.

When the last of the oaths were sworn, Viserys rose from behind the two and they turned towards him. He held eye contact with both of them as Rhaenyra nodded and then Viserea, promising again that they would carry and protect the secret. Both turned back to the room of lords and Viserea went to stand next to Benjen and his son Rickon as the Maester placed the golden collar around Rhaenyra’s shoulders.

Viserys voice carries over the room this time,

“I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen the Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.”

Viserea held eye contact with Rhaenyra for a moment before following the lead of the rest of the nobles in the room and kneeling in front of her.

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Down the Drain- Barista!San x Female!Reader (College AU)

San has literally said he likes the idea of being a barista so here you go Sannie boy 😘😂 first time getting one of the boys as a barista hehe. Also, we’ve all had that professor 💀

Word Count: 2571 | College AU | Warnings: very slight language, me throwing in a blackpink reference cuz we love the bangers 😌

All your money was going to go down the drain. You couldn’t believe your campus had found yet another way to scam you. Yet you couldn’t really find it in yourself to complain this time. You knew they had to know exactly what they were doing, though. Whether it worker or not, your eyes were on them.

That day, you’d decided to make a rare stop at the campus café for a cold drink; it was just one of those days, a long one that could use a little refreshing pick-me-up, and you really didn’t take advantage of there being student baristas right around the corner of a big study floor enough. As per usual, the line was sort of long, but not out to the door, and you had a few hours of classes, so in went the airpods as you stood, trying not to stare at the girl in front of you’s bright pink backpack with its dangly Kuromi keychain the whole time. You did wonder where she got it from, though.

Two songs later, you were next, pulling your airpods out and popping them into your case as you glanced up toward the barista counter. And that was where you saw your campus’s latest scam.

Cafés hiring hot people was the biggest money pit ever and they knew it. The guy working the left register had your heart pounding the moment you laid eyes on him. He was average height with short dark hair, sharp eyes and even sharper cheekbones. The way his arms flexed from their rolled-up sleeves made you suspect he was quite fit beneath the oversized black button-up beneath his apron. As he waved to Kuromi girl, he gave a dazzlingly bright smile. Oh, no, he had dimples. Come on.

“I can help you right here.”

Snapping out of your reverie, you stepped forward to his register. San, his name was, according to the handwritten chalk name tag pinned onto his green apron fabric. Suddenly, you could hardly remember how to speak. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” There went that smile again. Sir, your mother must be proud. “What can I get started for you?”

“Oh, well, I…” Internally you cursed yourself for stuttering so much, but finally you remembered the name of your favorite iced drink.

“That’s a good one! Have you ever tried it with flavoring in it?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I haven’t.” You were a creature of habit, pretty much reciting the same thing every time you approached the register.

“You should! It’s so good!”

You asked him which one he recommended, and after he told you you inquired how much extra it was.

“Since you’ve never tried it and it’s my fault you are,” he chuckled, “I’ll just throw it in for free!”

And he wasn’t even a dickish frat boy. Great. “Wow, thank you!”

“Hey, it’s my pleasure, er…what’s your name?”

“It’s (y/n).”

“(y/n),” he repeats as he scribbles it on your cup and sets it down, and you hate that he even makes that sound good, “well, I hope you like your drink like this, (y/n)!”

“I’m sure I will,” you reply with a smile as you return San’s wave, heart leaping as he follows the gesture with running a hand through his shiny black locks.

Curse that café for making you spend money.

Two days later, you had the same class schedule, that same long break, and what the heck, why not see if San was working? It was kind of stupid how much you looked forward to the possibility of seeing him, you mused as you passed beneath the green rows of trees planted along the walkway, but that didn’t really change the feeling, so along you went with your stupid hopes of coinciding schedules.

The line was, once again, not quite to the door. Pretty good. This time, the girl in front of you had a blink hammer keychain, so you chatted with her for a bit. Apparently her name was Rina and she was an engineering major. Good for her. San called you up by the time you guys finished exchanging socials, mouth falling into an o shape the moment you stepped up.

Your heartbeat went erratic again, momentary friendship and engineering talk distracting you from preparing intelligent conversation like you told yourself you were going to.

“(y/n), right?”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh, uh, yeah. I can’t believe you remembered with all the people you see in a day!”

“I try to remember people. Plus, you tried my concoction, so that was extra memorable!”

Well, whatever made you memorable. “I’m good with names, too. I remember yours.”

He clapped a hand over his name tag. “What is it?”

“San!” You giggled.

“Be honest, was it the free add-in?”

You shook your head, grip tightening on your backpack straps. “I would have remembered anyway.”

Luckily, he smiled at that. “I’m glad. Well, what am I getting started today?”

There you were again. All your income going down the drain.

“Hey, (y/n)!”

“Hey, San!” You waved; your heart still had a few things to say about that dimpled smile and- as you saw on the day he wore a t-shirt, your suspicions confirmed- those arms, but by now you’ve become enough of a regular at the campus café that talking to the incredibly cute barista was practically part of your weekly assignments.

“Is it hot outside?”

“Not too bad,” you replied, “I think the weather people over-exaggerated. It’s, like, short sleeves and jeans weather.”

“Not long sleeves and shorts weather?” San teased.

“Short sleeves and jeans weather and long sleeves and shorts weather are different and you know it!”

San’s dark, shiny eyes drifted upward in thought. “You know what? They really are. Jeans one is more on the warm side, sleeves is more on the chilly.”

“See? Thank you. You appreciate me.”

“I always do, (y/n),” San agreed with a nod, setting your cup on the counter, “my favorite regular!”

“Oh, you have to say that to everyone,” you waved him off with a blush.

“I don’t have to say anything except ‘What can I get started for you?’”

“Well, thanks,” you giggled, pulling off to sit on the café couch and fake-scroll instagram while you snuck surreptitious glances at San.

Soon the harsh fluorescent institutional lights of your college’s building complex didn’t seem so bright, your focus having been centralized for a little too long. You’d ordered a drink with whipped cream on top, and the way the baristas deftly handled the compressed canisters, loading them into an actual whipped cream gun, made you almost want to become one.

Maybe you’d apply once that huge project for history was done. The next day, you planned on shopping for materials in order to build it at a table in the library on the following Monday. It was an insanely elaborate diorama that probably would have been more fun if the entire unit wasn’t crammed into two weeks’ time. You didn’t generally have any problems with your professor, but couldn’t help wondering if he’d lost his mind with that one.

Oh, well. If he wanted all those countries to have a ‘history tower’ as he called them, then you’d give him a history tower. The toweriest darn history tower he could ask for…or whatever would earn you praise and an A.

“(y/n)?” San’s voice cut through your historic reverie.

Shaking your head, you grabbed your backpack and rose from the couch once more, crossing the forest green tile floor to the drink drop-off. “Sorry, I was just thinking about assignments and stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, I totally get it, my dance class is getting intense with the choreographies we have to make. I almost gave someone who ordered a hot cocoa someone else’s strawberry smoothie earlier I was so distracted.”

Dance class? Choreography? At this point, it was practically a drinking game for ever time your brain dropped a wow. “Oh, that’s really cool. Mine’s just a history diorama,” you chuckle.

“On what?”

“The Netherlands of all places.”

“That’s so cool! I don’t know much about them, so maybe you can teach me.”

“I’ll do my best. It’ll be a crash course for sure- not exactly my specialty.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure you’ll do great,” he told you warmly before his coworker handed him another drink; he gave you an apologetic glance. “I have a large cafe latte for Omar!”

You waved.

“See you next week,” he loudly whispered with a wink.

Next week was a bit different than your usual café run. This time, you’d been long situated at a library table, an intensely focused mess of glue, toothpicks, printed photos, paragraphs, drawings, plastic, and far, far too much more. You were going to build that tower until it broke you, then get some sugar, caffeine, and whatever adrenaline boost the glow in your heart from San gave you, then build some more. So far, it was murder to get the thing to stand despite its plastic supports. It was far later in the afternoon than you usually even got a drink, but such was a three-dimensional cultural history of the Netherlands.

“Aw, come on,” you muttered as a paragraph about Dutch paintings- Vanitas still lives, ironically- slid off its toothpick, “you were just fine a minute ago.”

It was sliding off the plastic dowels you were using to hold up the miniature spire. Sighing, you affixed it to a papier-mâché flower instead. This was ridiculous; you were busting your ass over basically a high school assignment all because your teacher wanted to send you off on your own for two weeks. Maybe, you thought venomously, he should have gotten caught up on grading papers so he could treat us like adults in return. Yeah, the fun had definitely leaked out of the project along with the last milliliter of glue, probably because it was individual. If you had a partner, you reflected as you crumpled more paper and cut another dowel.

Little did you know the effect that dowel would have on your day. As soon as you lifted your tower to insert it, a flower drifted ominously down. Your gaze softened. You blinked as a paragraph fell.

“No,” you whispered, but it was too late. The entire top decoration slid out along with the main support dowel, flopping miserably onto the table. Face crumpling, you joined it.

Bringing yourself to lift your head up was going to be hard. This was a whole day’s work down the drain. You just needed a good grade, wanted to do well and have something cute and fun, but all your energy had gone to-

“(y/n)?”

You peeled your face from between your crossed, horizontally-lain arms, despondent eyes falling upon San. You perked up slightly, getting your hair in place even if you could only muster a small smile. It didn’t escape your notice that he had a drink in each hand, but wasn’t wearing his apron. Maybe he had a date or a study session or something. If you weren’t already sad, you might’ve been at that.

“I saw how hard you were working on that,” he pouted, “I made you a drink to celebrate and everything.”

“You- you made that for me?” You asked, nodding toward what appeared to be your usual in his left hand.

“Of course. You’ve earned it. Working hard and all that.”

“Yeah,” you waved an arm over the carnage on the table, “but look at where that got me. I can’t believe I thought I had it.”

“Well,” San pushed back the chair next to yours, “I always say these things are more fun with a partner.”

“Right?” You started up your mental rant on your professor, this time verbally. “Like, what is he going to do with all these? Has he got space for them? Make these a two-person thing at least.”

“Well, he doesn’t have to know that yours is,” San winks at you, picking up a bottle of glue.

“You’re going to build this with me?”

“Sure,” he shrugs happily, “it looks fun, I’m off, and I said I wanted to learn about the Netherlands, right?”

“The skull paintings are probably the coolest part.”

“Ooh,” San stares down at the images, “emo.”

“Yet also spiritual.”

“And here I thought it was all tulips and windmills over there.”

You giggled softly at that, giving a little sigh before you picked up the center dowel. “Would you mind handing me the base, then?”

“Sure. Here, I’ll hold it down, you really jam that in there and I’ll reinforce it with the glue.”

“Ugh, that’s such a good idea,” you smacked your forehead, “why did I think the foam was enough?”

“Hey,” San put his hand on your shoulder, peering into your eyes, “it’s ok. It’s just a silly craft project.”

“Y- you’re right,” you replied, forcing yourself to stare as deeply back, even if you did blush.

“Well, I mean, your work isn’t silly, just the concept of-”

“You’re good. I know what you mean.”

An hour later, it was finished. The tower sat on the end of your table, keeping watch over you and San, you had his hands folded on the table as you told him your favorite embarrassing story of your eccentric great-grandfather.

“The mustard got in her glasses and everything!”

San doubled over, one hand slapping the table and the other falling onto your shoulder. You smiled in satisfaction, pausing to take a proud sip of your drink.

“And she stayed for the game?”

“Are you kidding? The office was paying for the tickets!”

“Oh, that’s great!” He laughed.

“I know.”

“We should go to a game,” San said, his eyes suddenly falling to the table as he played with his hands, “you know, at the campus stadium. Our baseball team has a game on friday. U-unless you're not comfortable with that, then my friend Jongho can come with us and-"

Your, surely baggy by now, eyes widened slightly, a smile rising back to your lips through your intent listening. "Not comfortable? Like, go as in a date?"

"We don't have to, though, we can totally just get a group to-"

"Tell Jongho I said he can stay home," you cut him off with a grin, joking to play off the backflips your ribcage was doing, especially when San smiled at you like that, I mean come on it's like you told him you were handing him his dreams and sheesh those dimples, "I mean, I don't even know him."

"Are you sure? Because he's one of my roommates, and he was building a Japan tower on our kitchen counter this morning."

"Oh. Well in that case, just tell him you found a girl who likes cute baristas."

This time, it was San's turn to blush, though he covered it by reaching for your hands, seemingly not caring about the glue splotches sullying your skin. "I- I will."

If you weren't already sure you made the right choice by San helping you secure an A on your project or the way he looked at you, you knew you did when he insisted on buying you a school mascot plushie and including it in your fieldside selfie together and when he practically tackled you into his arms upon hearing you confess that you only went to the café to see him.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #san #san x reader #san x female reader #female reader #coffee shop au #college au

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★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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yourinstagram name another plant enthusiast, i’ll wait. 🙋🏽‍♀️🪴

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user NOT THE WINE

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lipglossanon · 28 days

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okay let’s say real dad leon invited his friend or friends to the cabin because he didn’t know you were going to be there and he forgot so they show up unannounced and it quickly turns into ‘pass our friends daughter around’

- 💀

That would be so 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Let’s say it’s Chris and Krauser (cause after that it’s just too many moving parts to write 🤣)

Just being passed around from lap to lap as they use your pussy as long as they want 🥴 talking about you like you’re not even there 🫣

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Edited cause I forgot to add the cut 🤦‍♀️ lol

“God, Leon, who knew your daughter would have such a tight hole,” Jack laughs meanly, pinching your clit as his cock hammers into your clenching heat.

With a low whine, your eyes shift from the handsomely scarred face in front of you over to Mr. Redfield. Seated next to both of you, Chris slowly strokes his dick as he watches Jack’s cock, glistening with slick, slip in and out of your cunt.

“Can’t wait to stuff her pretty pussy full,” the dark haired man lets his head fall back against the couch, fist tightening around his thick length, “that pussy looks so good.”

Your dad sits off to the side, eyes dark as he watches his friend fuck your pussy with deep rough strokes.

“Yeah, she’s nice and tight,” he grins at Chris, “loves getting her sweet little pussy creamed too.”

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #real dad!leon #chris redfield #jack krauser

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Its time we start propagating that third tier side characters like Ygritte and Val, and history figures like Lyanna, Alysanne, Rhaenys and Naerys are the ones being given relevance when we draw parallels between them and a POV main character, also called a central part of the books by the author himself, Sansa Stark. She was created first and is the princess archetype of the story so all the apparent things Sansa stans 'steal' from these characters 💀💀 belong to her first and foremost.

Technically Lyanna shouldn’t be included in there because she isn’t a history figure, but the rest I absolutely agree with you, especially on Naerys. Like Sansa is the only person who even mentions her for the first few books. And Sansa is the one who draws parallel with herself to Naerys and wants her husband to be like Aemon the dragon knight. Like George RR Martin is hammering down that Sansa is the character who has any form of narrative connection to Queen Naerys and the romantic pair Aemon/Naerys is (almost) exclusively tied to Sansa’s romantic storyline. Sansa also deals with an Aegon the unworthy in Joffrey. He even flat out says he wants to be like him and have multiple women:

("A king can have other women. Whores. My father did. One of the Aegons did too. The third one, or the fourth. He had lots of whores and lots of bastards." - Sansa III, A Storm of Swords.

Sansa says she’s Queen Naerys and Joffrey says he wants to be Aegon the unworthy. The only one missing in this equation is an Aemon the dragon knight figure. Now who could this person be? Well I can think of someone. A young man who frequently screamed he was Aemon the dragon knight in his childhood in Winterfell. We got three people saying they are a historical figure that conveniently are stuck in a love triangle. The fandom can deny this till their faces turn blue, but clearly Sansa/Jon are a Aemon/Naerys pair.

And even though George RR Martin is extremely obvious in his parallel still certain people try to take this and make it all about their favorite character and favorite ship. If there ever was case of ‘stealing’ a parallel and storyline then this falls squarely in that category, but antis will never admit to this, because if they did they would be admitting that Sansa has something desirable in their eyes that they want to give to their faves.

Naerys will never be remotely similar to either @rya or D@ny. At most D@ny looks like Naerys in terms in looks, GRRM flat out said that, but he also said that’s where the similarities stop. She may look like Naerys in appearance, but personality wise Naerys is described to be timid and Dany is fiercer. And @rya has zero association with Naerys.

The character who shares the most similarities with Naerys will always be Sansa. Another character who is like Naerys is Cersei, but in her case it’s foil. Cersei is her darker counterpart. She does the very thing Aegon accuses Naerys of (cheating and passing her child as his). Elia Martell is also very similar to Naerys (fragile health, reproductively abused, and humiliated by husband. Rhaegar literally does what Aegon IV wanted to do). Perhaps one could argue that Margaery has a small similarity to her too, since she compares herself to Naerys and Loras to Aemon, but that’s it. There are no other characters like Naerys. Especially not the characters whose fans desperately try to steal this parallel and storyline.

#answered #sansa stark #kinda jonsa #anti dany stans #anti arya stans

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I LOVE YOO 220 Thoughts

1. What excites me the most on this episode is, we got a glimpse of how Yui abused Nol in the past! (Not that I enjoy seeing Nol being abused, far from it, but I'm glad we finally see the plot moving) This is the discussion back in ep 150:

And with today's episode, we now see how Yui utilizes her power as the owner of the hospital: interfering with the doctors and nurses' decision, having their license revoked if they try to defy her, rewarding them with money -or anything- if they do as she say... Of course Yui's hand would stay clean if everyone is too scared of her! It really give us a glimpse of how she abused Nol in the past. Ugh. Now I wonder, did he also had the nurse he's close with removed from his sight because of Yui? Did she also gaslighted him into thinking it's his fault? 😒

Hearing Yui's argument is laughable actually. When a patient is unconscious, a doctor has the right to do some tests based on medical judgement in order to reach the correct diagnosis for the right treatment, because a sleeping patient can't tell the doctor what's wrong with them afterall. She has no right to veto as a mother too(?), since Kousuke is already an adult. Now, whether the CEO of the hospital has the right to revoke a medical lisence based on personal opinion -- or not, I can't tell because I don't know the laws. But well, money and power goes a long way, sadly.

2. At least Nol wakes up with the person he care by his side. Kousuke wakes up with no one in sight, and the sound of arguments outside. Quimchee just loves hammering down Kousuke's sign of neglection, huh. As much of an asshole Kousuke is, he's still the victim of abuse just like Nol :(

AW NAH BITCH, STAY AWAY FROM JAYCE. STAY AWAY FROM NOL. JUST GO AWAY, NO ONE WANTED YOU HERE.

4. Now, about the reason why Yui is so adamant not letting Kousuke be tested by a literal professional. Many people has guessed it's because Yui doesn't want anyone to find out Kousuke is not Rand's biological son, but I don't think we're there yet. Hansuke mentioned basic tests; as far as I know, the basic, standard tests don't include blood-type test or DNA test. It usually only covered the potentials of:

Irregularity in blood (haemoglobin, platetet, RBC counts)

Infection (WBC, Lymphocyte counts)

Liver disfunction (AST, ALT)

Kidney disfunction (Creatinin, Urea, Bilirubin)

Diabetes (blood sugar)

Cholesterol-based illness (LDL, HDL, triglycerides)

Irregularity in electrolytes (Na, K, Cl, Ca)

And that's the gist of it. There's not much to get, unless Yui doesn't want anyone to find out Kousuke is actually diabetic? Maybe she inserted diabetes medicines inside his food? Kousuke did say they have personal chefs, maybe they also received Yui's order. I kinda doubt it though, this seem like a stretch.

It's a different story if Hansuke wanted to check the possible substance inside Kousuke's body, though. Hansuke suspected Kousuke is under the influence; it's the easiest answer that could explain Kousuke's abnormal behavior.

This is just some wild theory but I suspect Yui inserted some antipsychotic drugs in his drink or food (remember the family chefs?) to keep Kousuke in check. If Hansuke finds out about it, it will reveal that Yui has been hiding the fact that Kousuke has some mental disorder, and that could jeopardize his position as the new CFO; that's why Yui doesn't want a blood work. Just a guess 💀

Btw, this is Shinae on episode 14 LMAO

Oh Shinae. Now this doesn't seem like a joke anymore ☠️

Oh. WAIT.

💀💀💀

5. [Yui: what has you scrambling around in distress?] [Kou: I can't recall... ] [Yui: Aww that's too bad...]

Look at that sinister smile. She is DELIGHTED Kousuke forgets. Since Yui knew he hit his head on the wall, I think it's safe to assume(?) she knows Kousuke was looking at patient record earlier. She knows which name that triggers him. Does it mean she doesn't want Kou to find out about Nessa (further, what she did to her)? Has Yui always used Kou's "ignorance" (memory issue) about Nessa's fate to let him mock Nol about her disappereance?

Nol you couldn't be more right. I look forward to see Kou finding out he has been mocking Nol's mom's absence when it's his own "dear mother" who "killed" her. The devastation...

6. I still don't get why would Yui throw away Rand's gift. If anything, I think it'd benefit her more if she give it to Kousuke. Something like: praising him, how he's done such a good job being a CFO that his father would give him an early expensive present, gaslight him into thinking it's not enough, but just a little more until he'd truly acknowledge him, etc. I thought he'd be easier to manipulate if he get enough reward (which he clearly didn't get)? It feels like Yui's manipulation is getting old. Idk, I thought a goal would be much sweeter if he get to taste it, so he'd work even harder. But so far, he didn't taste any of it.

But then it hit me. If Kousuke sees the real present, he'd know his father does care about him. He won't need Yui anymore, he'd start to rely on Rand, as in, the person. And Yui doesn't want that. She wants Kousuke to be fully in her control, she wants him to keep relying on Rand's image by her words; that Rand is a cold man who doesn't care about his family unless Kousuke surpassed him. She just... never let Kousuke to be free. (Which is why I realized Nol has the potential to be a much scarier manipulator than Yui, but that's another topic for another day).

7. Yui touching Kousuke's injured hand without apologizing is such a psychopath thing to do: lacking of guilt or empathy.

8. BAHAHA since we're almost at the end of the year, it's nice to see the reference of earlier episode!

Though, could this be a foreshadowing? If Shinae really becomes Kousuke's assistant in the future, would she be included in the future hospital inspection? Would she play a role in uncovering Nol and Kousuke's mistreatment in the hospital? Lol.

9. MEG!! AOEBJDDJ I hope she would return the gift to Kousuke, just like Shinae who return the bible to Nol! Kousuke needs to know Rand is more caring than he seemed and Yui is much more wicked than he thought! This is probably Meg's role as the member of the Black Team: to open Kousuke's eyes that he still has people who care for him as who he is.

And that's it! See you next week 👋

#i love yoo #ily #ily 220 #i love yoo webtoon #line webtoon #quimchee #kousuke hirahara #yui hirahara #ily theory #ily analysis

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