#adulatory tw /

[lotusmoonbunni]

Sabina Devi is one of the first werewolves turned by the "first" and subverts a tradition werewolves use in the homebrew setting "It's common practice for loved ones to keep the pelts of their dead. The pelts can either be used as a means of bedding or a cloak for travel. It's seen as a way to keep that loved one with you. Werewolves don't normally revert back to a person form upon death making it easy to aquire the pelt and to have a burial of the actual body." TW: Story Below Contains: Domestic Abuse, Adulatory, and Violence Sabina grew up raised by the pack of firsts along side another she fell in love with in childhood. She ended up preparing to marry him shortly after they reached adulthood, but sadly that would not be the case for them. The pack was nomadic and often traveled the same route for years at a time. Her fiance had begun to grow distant one year after passing a specific area in the north. Any advances she made to be affectionate were given the could shoulder. All she wanted was for her love to look at her. He refused. He refused to agree to a wedding day. It wasn't the time, they needed to wait. Whatever manner of excuses he could think of. The one year upon returning to the same northern area she found her fiance with a petite winter-fae. When confronted he snarled at her pain. She tried to reason with him. She wanted to do anything to keep the love of her life with her even if that meant sharing him. Her fiance was not polyamorus. He didn't want Sabina now that he had courted the fae for so many years in secret. Sabina had been his first and only romantic partner. He realized he wanted something "more" something "better" and broke off their engagement right there. Broken-hearted and in pain, she cursed him. Screamed at him for his betrayal but was silenced by a back-hand. Now physically hurt she ran. When she hadn't returned to the packs' camp. Ivantie, the first and leader of the pack went looking for her. Upon finding her and hearing her pain and betrayal along side her wish to end her now ex-fiance; He suggested they publicly execute the bastard and they did. The pelts werewolves keep of their loved ones always keep the face and most of the upper body intact if not the whole pelt. To remove the face of a werewolf pelt is to show they were dishonored in some way. Disgraced. Sabina wears what remains the pelt of her ex-fiance as a mantle and a warning to others who dare try to seek her heart. She is scorned, but stronger for it. The skull of her ex serves as a piece of armor along side the antlers of the fae that knowingly enabled her ex to hurt her.

[ravenxd]

It Never Went Away | DWT

Part - 1 / ? - the past .

Synopsis: being the other woman in Dream's relationship..

⚠️ I Do NOT condone to cheating irl. This is purely fiction. ⚠️

Contents:

Adultery/ Cheating, Angst/Smut to Fluff, Drama and cringe, SoftDom! DWT/ Sub! Afab! Reader, little bit of sub! DWT, use of Dream's name, getting drunk, oral sex, HOMEWRECKER AHH, public makeout, hickeys, daddy kink, squirting, implied sex in the beginning, eventual smut,

Needless to say, you were heartbroken to find that Dream had married to some woman you'd never met. It'd been a few years since you'd gone separate ways, mainly for school and to keep yourself from getting distracted in exceeding expectations you'd set on yourself. You were finally 25, moving back to your old town.

You'd gotten back into contact with Sapnap and had planned to meet up with him, through texting you had found the news that tore your heart to shreds. But you had to keep yourself at your feet, you never stopped loving him, but that didn't mean he still reciprocated those feelings.

You arrived to the park, seeing in the distance your old friend group, Sapnap, Punz, Karl, and none other than Dream himself.

"Oh my God, I haven't seen you guys since I was like 19!" You exclaim as you jogged towards them, immediately going to hug Karl, remembering his love for physical contact.

"I know! It's been so long!" Karl says as you smiles widely, "It's been different since you left." Sapnap adds as he hugs you right after Karl let's go. Punz and Dream stay behind, watching the scene unfold.

"I was shocked to hear you were coming back, it was so unexpected." Punz says as he wraps an arm around you when you walk up to him.

"Sorry, I wanted it to be a secret until I knew I was actually sure. I just missed it here ,you know? Things back there just weren't for me, I just wanted to graduate to get out of there and come back. It's already been a week but it already feels a lot longer than that." You explain, you then look to Dream, who's smiling, and you can tell his nervous. You grin and hug him, "It's so good to finally see you." He instantly hugs you back, "Yeah it's been a while." He laughs.

"Andrew is throwing a party, asked us if you wanted to go. 'We all miss you and we'd like to see you there.' ." Punz says as he quotes the last text box in his messages with him.

"Andrew? Like the 'class clown' Andrew?" You ask with a smile. Punz nods his head, "Same one."

"Sure, I still need to unpack, but I mean, yeah I'd love to." You answer.

"Great, it's on Sunday. We'll send you the address." Punz says, "And don't forget to come sober." You flushed in embarrassment and buried your face into Dreams chest, completely forgetting that you'd not let go of each other.

"Shut up Luke! Oh my god." You yelled muffled. Sapnap, Karl, Dream, and Punz laugh.

You sat on the bench, the concrete was surprisingly clean. You remember the park having its benches tagged. It was different but in a good sense.

"Yeah, they all missed you. But so did I." Dream says, "It didn't feel right going to the coffee house in the morning for breakfast." He Jokes. You smile, remembering that before your morning classes, you'd go for breakfast at the small business owned shop across the street from the campus.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was meant for me. Guess I was wrong. I'm glad I was though, I, I really missed it here. And I also missed you." You say, looking over the trees of the park.

"Honestly, I was really sad to find out that you'd gotten married.. I feel like such a 14 year old in angst." You admit feeling embarrassed, looking away from him.

"Wait, really?" He asked in shock. You nodded your head, sighing deeply, still with that small smile.

"Yeah. But I'm happy for you." You finally say as you look to him.

He looked down, "I mean, the thing with her isn't really.. real..?" He says confused, "It was more to please my family, and I think she knows that."

You look at him, it was you in shock now. "Woah, does anyone know that?"

"Well, only the guys, I can't bring myself to tell my mom. I've brought up the idea of a divorce to Abigail, but she won't budge. Kind of always guilt tripping me out of it." He admits, his tone no longer happy, and finally telling you the name of the women.

"I'd only known her for a few months. And it just happened, she asked me out, and well, I said yes because I was just lost at the time. You'd left, and I felt alone."

Your eyebrows shift. "I'm sorry. I missed you when I was in New York. I tried dating just one guy and it was seriously the worse thing ever. He was so mean, and, he just wasn't you." You take Dream's hand.

"I never got to meet anyone like you." You say, "I couldn't even bring myself to look at another guy." You let go of his hand when you see the silver ring hugging his finger. "But, you're married, and that just really sucks to me."

Dream stays silent for a few seconds, "You know I still like you, right? It never went away. The feelings, the memories. All of that." He takes your hand and tightly holds him, finally relishing in your touch again.

"Fuck, Y/n I hate that you left but I'm so fucking happy your back." Surges of emotions rush through the two of you, excitement courses through you. You couldn't speak because of the build up of adrenaline.

"Please don't do that again, I can't stand it. I fucking hated not seeing you every day, it killed me." He says as he leans over to you, "Fuck Y/n, I still love you."

His lips attached to yours, your desperation ripped through the seals. You quickly kissed him back, you jumped at the feeling of his hand on the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You moaned quietly against him, memories of the past flooded your mind. Your first time with Dream, and being each other's first, the night of your 19th birthday, the night you left. There were other's, but being in the moment, you didn't bother identifying their event.

When the lack of oxygen was finally getting to you, you both pulled away from each other, gasping and breathing deeply for air. Your faces red. Dream's green eyes focused on your face. Eyes half lidded.

He dove back in for a hug, holding you tightly against his body, and you held him back, still panting for air.

"Clay." You call, "My place..?" You suggest nervously.

He pushed you against the couch, not waiting for a sign, knowing that it'd been too long. Heat rushed to your core, slick was forming and you rubbed your thighs together, the friction barely relieved you at all. He quickly shot for your neck, sucking harshly and biting down gently, desperate to leave a hickey, he continued to litter them around everywhere, going even at your chest. All while he grinded his erection against your panties, you were bucking your hips up.

"Clay, please.." you moan, "Need you.." he detached himself from you.

"Anything you want." He said, he got on his knees, the tip of his fingers rested on the waistband of your panties after he ran his hands across your form. You waited in anticipation, before feeling the cool air hit your wet pussy when he swiftly removes them. Dream grabs your hips, effortlessly bringing your ass closer to the edge of the couch. His strength always brought you to your knees, and seeing him like that, once again, did wonders to you.

You let out a long moan when his tongue glides from your hole, to your clit. He pushes your legs open with his hands, holding them firmly when you try closing them. Your back arches when he begins to softly suck at your clit. Dream moans when he feels your hands pull and tug at his hair, the feeling sends shivers down his spine.

You feel a pull inside you, your breathing shakes as you feel like your getting close. Dream notices and mumbles against your pussy, "Fuck baby, gonna cum for me?"

You nodded your head quickly, "Yes daddy, I'm gonna cum..!" He fastens the motion of his tongue and small sucks, he let's go of your legs, using his fingers and pushing them into you. Your begging and moaning, until you feel yourself coming down. You squirt on Dream's face, feeling fucked out despite the fact that he hasn't even used his cock on you, that's how good he always treated you.

Overstimulation kicks in when he's on to cleaning you up, using his tongue again. Your hands barely holding onto his hair. Your legs begin to shake, "Clay- Clay, fuck!"

Everything was happening so fast, you wanted to live in the moment, so when he finally let go, you begged him for more.

"Clay, please fuck me. I need you so bad." You plead, finally keeping your legs open as your look into his eyes. Those eyes you did everytime you submitted to him.

He just couldn't help himself.

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[onceurodyne]

                        It seemed odd. To run, so  to speak, from her failing marriage into the arms of one Yorinobu Arisaka. She knew why things between her currently estranged relationship with her husband wasn’t working out. They were both stubborn - Louise wanted him to change, to be more responsible, so she gave him kids, tried giving him a white picket fence life, and he hasn’t budged. On the outside, it seemed absurd, to go looking for a man like Kerry to try to spend a life with. Someone who was reckless, a drunk, someone who was so scared of being anything other than extradentary he was willing to risk his relationship with his family to succeed. But so many people simply fell in line without a single moments thought of the rules they were following, while some may question the morality of the things that they did, no one did anything about it. 

                        Except for Kerry. Kerry saw people were suffering, he gave a shit, and he did what he could to change it. Even if it wasn’t always through political means, he performed, kept people inspired long enough to wake up and realize things had to change. It has never crossed her mind once that Kerry Eurodyne was a good man,  even if she frequently questioned if he’d ever be a good husband. 

                        Yorinobu was someone that was unexpected. A business man, of sorts. She had perceived him to be the kind that she’s spent days in and out working for, hiding shady legal schemes and taking their money that kept her quiet while she made sure they were kept out of jail. But he... wasn’t. Yori was passionate, kind and gentle towards Louise for reasons she didn’t quite understand; and he was patient, sympathetic. Perhaps an emotionally unavailable womanizer like her current husband, and that somehow drew her in. 

                        It was easy to see, even here, now, sitting in Yorinobu’s bed with a sheet wrapped around herself as she awaits for him to return with the drinks he had promised, that this was foolish of her. She could look out the window and see her family home from here, she briefly wonders if Kerry has ever looked up to Yorinobu’s mansion and saw a glimpse of the life she’s kept hidden away from him through the windows. 

                        Though her thoughts are interrupted once Yorinobu returns, drinks in hand, and she reaches outwards to grab hold of her glass.  “ -- thank you. ”  she takes a swing, though she knows it should be sipped -- chasing after the numbing feeling that comes with this pesky habit of hers.  “ ... I was thinking of quitting. Drinking, I mean. I’ve seen what it does to Kerry and I don’t have the luxury of having quite as many second chances as he does. ” a polite smile is given, and she reaches over to set her glass on the bed side table so she’s able to properly lean back against the bedframe.   “ .. we should talk.  kerry and i never do,  i’d like to act as though everything is fine until it becomes impossible to ignore, but i.. ”   she hesitates now, cuts herself off -- something she isn’t accustomed to doing when speaking with men like him.    “ ... what did you mean when you told me you were in love with me? -- that you love having me here with you, like this?  that this arrangement is really nice for  you?  have you ever thought about having more than just.. this?  thought about me after i’ve left? ”   they were a lot of questions, especially all put together in succession, but once she starts talking it’s difficult to get her to stop.  “ .. you owe nothing to me, you don’t have to answer any of those questions if you’d prefer not to. ”   ||  @yorinobu​ ​ liked.

[inscuciant]

*    †    [  gong yoo ,  he/him  +  cis male  ]  :  is  that  han eun  wandering  around  ?  under  these  neon  lights  i  swore  they  looked  like  a  druid,  but  in  actuality  they  are  an  illustrator +  underboss for the druids.  the forty-three  is  known  to  be  secretive and  sly,  albeit  friendly  and  patient.  after  spending  ten years  in  sin  city,  their  favourite  song  to  hum  is  loveable  by  kim jong kook,  though  people  often  associate  them  with ancient roots breaking past concrete, blood orange skies, the bleed of ink across cold pressed paper.  

— STATS .

sexuality & status: biromantic / bisexual & single :(

hobbies: gardening, hiking / camping, cooking, reading, writing poetry, whatever else bushcore / cottagecore thing you can imagine

pets: two cats

relatives: younger brother 

— DOSSIER .

Eun was born to a couple that never had the intentions of marrying. And while that was a mutual agreement, no one had expected his father to just up and leave a few days after he was born. Only in her early twenties, his mother did her best to raise him on her own. Naturally, there were a lot of ups and downs throughout his childhood and early teens, but they both loved each other at the end of the day. 

His mother fell in love with another man 12 years later, and this time they saw things through completely. Wedded after a handful of months and out came his little brother, Chanyeol; loud as the trumpets blasting on high. Barely settled in his young adolescences, Eun knew the importance of family. Had it ingrained that the Hans take care of their own no matter the cost — they only had themselves to rely on, after all. 

So it only made sense how Eun took it to heart when he was stumbled upon his step-father’s whispers of adulatory. He, of course, made sure to get concrete evidence while a decision formed piece by piece. 

Passive, aggressive, unknowing. 

It’d only been a year since his mother’s remarriage. Only a single year, and the honeymoon phase was slit from the back. Deep seated rage began to boil the longer he ghosted his step-father’s footsteps. Higher and higher the anger simmered until it came to an abrupt halt. Once close call where his mother almost found out was all it took for Eun to finally take action. 

Clever was he to practice personalized script and leave a neatly folded note at the kitchen table. One last shred of that foul man’s presence before disappearing forever. Not of his own violation, though. Of course not.  But it didn’t matter the moment he asked his step-father to come out back. *** tw: buried alive start ***The fireflies look especially bright tonight— come look and see. Watch as the ground gives way beneath your feet without a moment’s notice. Witness how the silver moon slims into a pinprick when dirt and clay and root and rubble swallow the rest of your days. Understand the mistakes of your actions as the world turns without pause, unbothered by your absence. *** tw: buried alive end *** Now a family of three, Eun continued to watch over his family. He worked his ass off throughout the rest of his youth to help burden some of the financial weight. Took up whatever odd job he could when he wasn’t legal to work— even past then when he was of age. It was hard to balance his life, lend a shoulder for their mother to lean on, and be a father/brother figure to Chanyeol. Yet he never gave up and always pulled through to the best of his abilities. Even as his brother wrapped himself in danger, found a little too much comfort and joy the deeper he descended. 

So he descended too after their mother succumbed to sickness. He has to keep an eye on the remaining member of his family — even if that means climbing the ranks for power and perfect the disappearance of those missing; somewhere deep where light never reaches.

— CONNECTIONS .

fine art critiques am i right? ( 0/? ) — grandiose as eun’s illustrations might be, he’s an entire world away from being snobbish and holier than thou when it comes to art. well versed in both mediums and history, he thoroughly enjoys chatting about any subject and is usually willing to teach if there’s space in his ridiculously busy schedule. 

the metaphorical apple never falls far from an even more metaphorical tree ( 0/2 ) — eun doesn’t have children of his own ( he’s honestly terrified of the responsibility to wean his own flesh and blood from those stellar examples of distant past ), but there’s a good chance he’s taken a person or two under his wing over the years. 

presto! they’re gone ( 0/? ) — while loyal to the druids, there have been times prior where he’s helped a handful with their issue of cleanup, i.e. bodies that need to be gone without a trace. 

hobby enthusiast ( 0/? ): eun loves to share both knowledge and tokens whenever it comes to the activities he loves most. always looking for more recipes to try out / insight on in depth techniques with certain foods, willing to share the harvest and seedlings from his harvest garden — maybe even spare a cutting or two from the numerous plants he has, etc. 

rome-of-ance ( 0/1) — something, something kiss kiss fall in love.