#emm's drabbles

[criesinauthor]

hey so here’s noel’s dream from chapter four of i can make him worse!!! i was going to insert it but I’m a slut for mischa pov so here’s the snippet of what was to be.

“What am I going to with you?”

A hand brushed across Noel’s face, tender and featherlight. His eyes drifted open, slowly. Above him is a man bathed in light.

“Poor thing.” The thumb grazed his lips.

He opened his eyes. The face is familiar, he knows it as well as one could know a face.

“Mischa…”

He weakly extended one arm up towards him. Mischa took his hand like it was made of glass.

“Monique,” he trailed kisses down her bare arm. “My darling girl, you’ve come back.”

Noel was still slightly confused, but decided to go with it.

“Mhm. I sure did.”

“Promise me, this instant you’ll never walk the streets of Paris again.”

Oh, it’s that kind of dream.

He swooned and was immediately taken up into Mischa’s arms.

He turned away and dramatically whispered. “We both know I can’t do that. I belong to no man.”

“Monique, mon cher, let me take care of you. Please, my wild-hearted angel.”

He kisses her neck with desperation. Noel’s only reaction is a bored, satisfied smile.

“If you try to keep me, I’ll step out. I have as many loves as there lights reflecting in the Seine. They all want me as madly as you. Why should you make me choose?”

His kisses slowed, but only stopped when forced himself off of her.

“My darling girl, these men may love you, but what comfort can they offer? What devotion? Who among them would see you passed out in the gutter, dying, and still take you to his bed?”

Mischa held his face to her breast.

“Please, ma belle, stay with me and I will give you my whole life.”

Noel feels tears fall on his dress, which is a devastatingly gorgeous beaded black silk number. If it were real vintage and not dream vintage, he’d probably slap him across the face for staining it. But now, he feels only tenderness. Rare for these kinds of fantasies.

He takes the man’s gorgeous, chiseled face in his hands and kisses him chastely.

“Your life means nothing to me.”

He kisses her back. Pointedly less chaste.

“Yours means everything.”

Noel’s own discomfort wakes him up.

His head is pounding like nothing else and his stomach is probably digesting itself, but he isn’t tired anymore. The ache in his bones is more accurately attributed to being curled up in a ball for the better part of an hour, not his hang over.

He gets up, shakes the last of his sleep from his body and the last of that dream from his head. How gauche. How embarrassing. He finally makes a friend and that’s what his brain wants to do with him, objectify him? Reduce him to a desperate suitor? Someone with nothing better to do than dote on him? What was his problem that being normal was just-

Oh.

Mischa was in his kitchen, sitting at his table. The air was warm and smelled like salt, spinach, potatoes, and bouillon.

Maybe it wasn’t all his subconscious after all.

“Shit, you scared me.” Noel said, blinking a few times to confirm this was not a trick of the eye. “Are you making food or something?”

Mischa nodded. “No one is waiting up for me, so…”

“Of course. I just… I didn’t think you’d actually stay, I thought I dreamt that part.”

Mischa walked over to him and smiled in his face.

“You were dreaming about me?”

He was much too close for comfort, but Noel still managed to lie, unfazed despite everything in his head screaming at him.

“No, no. Please. I thought I had shacked up with an insanely gorgeous houseboy played by a young Michael Pitt. You had nothing to do with it.”

“Aw,” he reached for an apron hung by a hook on the wall. “I’m not pretty enough for your dreams? That really hurts me, Noel.”

“You are, you’re just such a heel all the time. I’d rather not deal with it in my sleep.”

[yanderu-deredere]

ooo spicy reqeuset: how would the yan yans react to their darling trying to fake an orgasm during sex? maybe because nobodys given her an orgasm before and so shes worried that they wont make her cum so she just pretends?

a/n: pretty sure all hell would break loose LOOOL also, as an adhd bitch, i know the pains of this so fucking well and it fucking sucks

wanted to do a group up thing but decided against it becos i wanted to write drabbles so here are just some random yanderes i picked and how they'd react

if you wanted to see another different yandere, shoot me another request and id love to answer for you!

warning: female reader as requested, mentions of stalking, overstim in ryouta's and the wolf boys' parts, spanking int he wolf boys' part, degradation in the wolf boys' part, double penetration in the wolf boys' part, honestly leo just lets it all out i think

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

if he's never made you cum before, he probably wouldn't notice that you're faking it. he's not the type to really go around fucking other people. in fact, more than likely, you're his first. so he wouldn't know better

but, if he has made you cum forreal before, he'll know immediately that you're faking it and, even if he hasn't gotten off yet, he'll stop everything to ask you what's wrong and ask why you're faking it

same goes for if he's stalked you before and like has watched you make yourself cum becos then he knows what it looks like?

neway he's just an all around very observant guy who memorises how you react to things so he'd know if you're faking it or not

Eun-jeong's thrusts slowed and he ended up frowning down at you, his hands at your hips tightening but only a fraction "What's wrong?" Your face erupted into heat and you tried your best to sound confused "Huh? Wha-What'd'you mean?"

Eun-jeong took a second to think about his words carefully. He'd always been told that he wasn't exactly the most socially graceful person in the world so he wanted to really pick what he was about to say deliberately.

Because he loved you. And he wanted to finally show you the parts of him that he's been anxious to show you; all the ugly burned skin, all the big insecurities, everything.

He didn't want anything to go wrong. Except, now, it was obvious to him that you just tried pretending that you were cumming when you weren't.

It made him extremely anxious that you were faking it. Were you just unable to get off while looking at his ugly skin? Was he that bad? What was wrong?

"You… didn't cum."

Eloquent. He wanted to hit himself upside the head so bad.

You turned even more bashful, embarrassed both by the fact that you acted badly enough that it was obvious and by the fact that you got caught.

Unbeknownst to you, you could've been the best actress in the world and Eun-jeong still would've been able to tell. He knew you, has observed you at your most vulnerable moments, when you thought nobody was looking.

He liked to think he knew you better than anyone, even yourself.

The awkward silence was finally broken as you stuttered out an explanation "So-Sorry, I just-- I-- Nobody's ever made me cum before s-so I was nervous-- I-I didn't want to make things awkward by uhm, not cumming?"

Eun-jeong understood completely. Still, he shifted his hips, jostling his cock inside of you. He pulled you a little closer, sigh escaping him. "I don't care about that, puppy. It doesn't matter how long it takes; I just want you to feel good, no matter what."

You nodded hurriedly, feeling the way his cock stretched you deliciously. Honestly, this entire time, you'd been stuck at the precipice, eager to cum but unable to. Unfortunately, it's always been like that.

Eun-jeong noticed the way you nibbled at your bottom lip, your eyes flickering to where the two of you were connected. Something clicked in his mind then.

He shifted his hips again, dragging his cock out of you slowly. He could at least tell that it felt good because the walls of your pussy seemed to desperately want to keep him inside.

“How about you tell me how it feels?” Eun-jeong leaned down, his voice tickling your ear and his breath hot against your skin.

The words were on the tip of your tongue but your brain ended up blanking a little when Eun-jeong suddenly thrust his cock back in. He took your loss for words as a good sign and chuckled, his hand travelling from your waist to a little bit lower so his thumb could rub against your clit

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait. We have all night after all and I want to make sure you cum at least once.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

super observant like eun-jeong except like maxed out so, even if he hasn't seen you cum before, he definitely can tell what's fake and what's not

not to be like cliched or anything but your body tells him exactly how you feel and he's not had any experience outside of you but that doesn't stop him from hyper-analysing your every movement

so, yes, he can tell you're making yourself clench around him and you're making your eyes roll up and that you're pretending

and he'll definitely 100% take that as an offence LOL like what, you think he's stupid??

wouldn't talk to you abt it til after he's punished you tho

“What the fuck was that?”

Your entire body stiffened and you immediately grew nervous. Thankfully, your back was facing Ryouta so he probably couldn’t see your expression but you were sure he would at least fall for your acting.

People usually did.

He suddenly bullied his cock back into your pussy, making you whimper. Then, just as suddenly, his hand was at your face, cupping your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks “I asked you a question.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sounded angry—angrier than you’d ever heard him be like ever—and from his tight grip on you, you could tell that he wasn’t in the mood for games.

“I-I’m sorry.” You huffed, squirming as you felt him keep grinding his hips against yours, his grip on your waist making you unable to get away “I-I— Nobody’s ever made me c-cum before and I-I thought— I-I didn’t want to—”

Ryouta pulled out of you, which only made you feel rejected and guilty. Now, like everyone else, he’d be sick of you too.

Before you could say anything else, though, he turned you over so you faced him. Finally, you could see the irritated expression on his face.

It felt so out of place since Ryouta always seemed pretty much emotionless. You were always left guessing exactly what he was thinking. Now, it was obvious: what you did really pissed him off.

“You think I’m anything like those shit-heads? Those pieces of garbage that can’t make you cum?” He practically spat out, his hands cupping the backs of your thighs and spreading your legs.

You tried to stutter out excuse after excuse but the words immediately died on your lips when Ryouta ducked down and started lapping at your pussy.

You gasped, your back curving up a little as your eyelids fluttered. Oh, fuck, the feeling of his tongue tracing your folds, lapping at your clit, was something else.

One of his hands moved your knee so it rested on his shoulder and, at first, you wondered why. Then, you felt him pushing his fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made your walls clench and your pussy gush.

“Wa-Wait, Ryouta— I-I— feels weird!” You squealed, feeling his fingertips deeper than you’ve ever been able to reach. He kept brushing up against something that made electricity dance along your spine.

It made you feel like you needed to piss.

Instead of stopping, however, Ryouta just kept his dark eyes on you, lips closing around your clit and sucking as his fingers kept working you over and over.

Before you knew it, your back bowed and your head flung back as you were hit with the hardest orgasm you’d ever felt before. Your toes curled as white spots played along your vision.

“First time cumming and you end up being a squirter, huh?”

Ryouta almost sounded far away or maybe was that just your post-orgasm haze? You were still so out of it, both from the fact that someone made you cum and from the fact that it was the best orgasm you’d ever felt.

Before you could say anything, you could feel the head of Ryouta’s cock at your pussy.

You immediately looked up at Ryouta, the haze replaced with a sense of urgency “N-No, wait, I-I’m still a bit—”

Ryouta just chuckled meanly and pushed his cock all in one thrust “Did I say you could stop cumming? No, you’re going to keep going, baby, until you wring out every last drop of cum from my balls.”

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

has had experience with each other so like they know what someone cumming looks like and, yeah, every person is different but like also you're not fooling them

they each have polar opposite viewpoints on how to deal with it though: like casimir's would be to just ignore it and keep going but emm would wanna stop and talk abt it

it's defo a lot more like eunjeong rather than ryouta cus emm calls the shots LOL

Emm suddenly stopped and you could hear Casimir let out a small scoff. Immediately, you felt a cold sweat cover you. Did they notice?

“What the fuck was that, darl’?” Emm was behind you but you could feel her grip around your throat tighten a little; not enough to restrict your breathing but definitely enough to get your attention.

Casimir, on the other hand, didn’t say anything, his hands still tight around the fat of your thighs.

You didn’t know what to say. You’d never been caught faking it so it was a little jarring to face the consequences so quickly. Were you that obvious?

“It’s fine, Emm.” Casimir huffed, rolling his eyes, and he seemed to lean closer to you as if about to kiss you.

However, before he could, Emm’s free hand pushed his face away “The hell d’ya mean it’s fine? It’s not fine.”

“Why’d y’fake it?” She pulled you closer to her, her breasts pressing against your back and her hand travelling a little higher up so she could direct your gaze to her.

Your face felt hot and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. “S-Sorry. I-I just— I-I thought I n-needed to…”

“For what?” Casimir sounded a bit amused by your answer but you honestly couldn’t see his expression clearly because you were pointedly looking away from both of them, too embarrassed to meet either of their stares.

“If y’didn’t wanna fuck, you could’ve just said so.” Emm added, huffing and obviously off-put as she started pulling her strap-on out of your sopping pussy.

“I-It’s not that I didn’t want to!” You immediately interjected, feeling bad that you’d ended up making them feel like they’d forced you “I-I really d-did want to! Bu-But… uhm, it’s just that! N-Nobody’s been able to make me cum before…”

Casimir laughed meanly but Emm seemed to pause at your words. Then, she sighed, and you could feel her pushing that impossibly thick strap-on back inside of you. It definitely made you whimper a bit.

“Were we at least making you feel good?” Casimir pushed himself closer to you and you finally looked up to see a smirk playing across his lips.

You nodded because they really did. Both Casimir and Emm were, at the very least, the closest to making you cum “B-But, uhm, I-I just c-can’t—”

“I think you just need a little nudge, my love.” Casimir used one hand to cup your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, while the other moved down to toy with your clit.

Suddenly, you felt Emm push against you, nudging you so you were chest to chest against Casimir, your chin resting against his shoulder. Emm’s hand also left your neck and, instead, she used both hands to grip both sides of your waist.

“The fuck’n audacity to compare us t’your past lovers.” Emm grumbled before she renewed her thrusting except, this time, there was more force behind it, like she was earnestly fucking you.

Casimir chuckled but you could hear a sinister tone to his voice “Don’t worry, my wife, we’ll show our sweet that we’re nothing like those hooligans.”

mel lowell ★ isamu lowell ★ leonard lowell

also another group that hasn't really had a lot of experience with the female gender? LOL the three of them have only ever been with each other and pussies work differently yk

if it was just isamu, he'd totally fall for it LOL he'd believe you 100%

for mel, he's less likely to believe you but he wouldn't confront you abt it? he'd just keep going until he sees a real orgasm. but it'd be that thing where it's like? was that real? (yes) hmmm, he should make you cum again just to be sure

leonard would kick. your. ass. like forreal LMAO he'd absolutely berate you for even attempting to fake it and he'll be able to tell okay! surprisingly, the youngest of the three of them is kind of the most observant loool

if all three of them are together tho, leonard wins out and he ends up beating u up (metaphorically) while isamu and mel watch LOL

“No fucking way.”

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and you felt a sudden anxiety overtake you. There was no way Leonard could tell… could he?

“No fucking way! I didn’t just see that! Tell me I didn’t just see that!” Leonard, who had been behind you, suddenly woven his fingers through your hair before tugging, making you look directly at his bright blue eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t just fake an orgasm right in front of me.”

Mel, who had been happily observing, fist around his cock, stood, and you saw the concerned expression on his face from the corners of your eyes.

Isamu, who was in front of you, looked like a kicked puppy.

“I-I didn’t!” You instinctually answered, shaking your head, your entire body jittery with anxiety.

“Leo, I don’t think she’d—” Mel even tried to intervene but there was no stopping Leonard as soon as he was determined to see something through.

Thankfully, he let go of your hair. However, as soon as he did, he was shoving you and Isamu down, his hand on your shoulder making sure you wouldn’t get back up.

What he didn’t let go of was the issue at hand. Though you couldn’t see his face now, you could hear the insistence in his voice “Yes, you fucking did! I know you did! Admit it!”

You shook your head, of course, still in denial. The embarrassment of admitting it to them would’ve been too much.

Unfortunately, just as you shook your head, you felt a sudden flash of pain that made you gasp. Leonard just spanked you.

“Admit it.”

Of course, you shook your head again and, like you’d expected, Leonard spanked you again. This time, the lingering pain from the first one combined with the pain of the second one and you were left whimpering.

You looked to Mel, eyes a bit watery, hoping for help. Instead, he stood there, his arms crossed, an analyzing look on his face.

“Leo, don’t bully her!” Isamu at least tried to stand up for you.

“Fucking slut thinks we’re some virgin fuck-heads who can’t make her cum.” Leonard grumbled, landing another hard swat against your ass “Doesn’t that piss you off?”

You let out another pathetic sound, eyes fluttering close as you felt the pain and heat radiate from your ass cheek. “I-I’m sorry…”

Isamu made a confused noise but Mel tilted your chin up so you were looking up at him “So you did fake it?”

You nodded guiltily “I-I just— I-Isamu was about to cum an-and I-I felt so bad— Nobody’s been able to m-make me cum before and I—”

You were interrupted by another harsh slap against your ass, making you yelp out.

“We’ll talk about it later but I want you to know that you shouldn’t ever be pressured by us.” Mel spoke to you in his rather infamous soft leader-ly voice. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make you cum so you don’t have to fake it, okay?”

You nodded hastily but your nodding was disrupted by another harsh swat from Leonard.

“And you, Leo. I appreciate you noticing and saying something but try to be a bit gentle with her.” Mel turned to Leonard and you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice.

“Now…” Mel reached behind you and it took you a second to even realise what he was doing.

He had fisted Isamu’s cock and fed it back into your pussy, not even giving you a second to adjust as the thickness spread your walls apart mercilessly.

You whimpered but happily took it.

“You have to be punished though, puppy.” Mel pet your head, threading his fingers through your hair before directing your mouth to his cock “We’ll forgive you if you let us use all your holes, hmm?”

You nodded at that, tongue already running over the veins on Mel’s cock.

“And, of course, you’ll have to cum at least three times. No faking it this time, okay?”

You sighed but agreed to that as well. Just as you did, you could feel the head of Leonard’s cock press against your asshole, pushing in slowly but surely, spreading you apart in a way that made you whine.

It would be a long night for sure.

[princessmacedon]

for whom a wish will bloom

She can still remember the exact moment she found her dream: the way the sun shone overhead with that pure sort of sunshine that falls upon you as layers of gossamer warmth ; how the clouds floated along azure sky not as obfuscation, but as white silks dappling endless blue; the lone shadow that sailed through the bounty of nature’s beauty, no ruinous omen but proof instead of Macedon’s freedom, untouchable, indomitable, spanning from the treetops to the very edge of the horizon.

How the quiet susur of awe sounded when the tenor chord of fear entered its veins, an ill and echoing thrum that reverberated until it consumed, and consumed until it roared, and roared, and roared. She remembers when she learned of cacophony, voices uncountable on a child’s ten tiny fingers rising in panic, building in a fever pitch, waves of a crowd turning in on itself until at last there came one final, resounding beat. 

No more, the spidersilk sunlight; no more, the cloudspun ribbons; at her side Minerva realizes, at the end of the song, that there are some things a sproutling should not see. She covers her eyes and ears – so small she is that both eyes can be covered with one hand, one ear with another, and the other hugged tight against her sister’s chest. 

(Minerva does not realize that this is not unhearing; Maria hears. She hears the way her sister’s heart races, learns to measure the pace of terror in syncopation and the timbre of love in trembling hands. But these are lessons as much as these are treasures, for though no soul can be spared the iron kiss of blood through eternity, before she learns to fear it, Maria learns to endure it with all the love of her two big siblings who would smooth back her downy hair and kiss her on her forehead.)

It is love, too, that brings her to tears when she later finds her brother in his room, Minerva’s dismayed voice calling out her name from the other side of the door that only Maria has ever been so courageous as to throw open all on her own. Michalis recoils in the candlelight, its dim and brooding warmth shattered to pieces beneath his littlest sister’s reaching hands, just as the face of a prince falls to that of ‘Brother.’

“Michalis,” she had sobbed, a tiny thing wont to clinging to him with all her might, now clutching gently to his hands instead with every ounce of her consideration. “Does it hurt? It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

Tears roll down her face; perhaps this is why no one else ever understands how she could love him so fiercely, so tremendously – for how were they to know? That this great someday-king of Macedon would shift and fluster, a calloused hand hesitating to so much as land upon her frail shoulder. 

“...No, Maria,” he lies. It might be the first time, this time, but it will not be the last. She will forgive him, always, anyways. “It does not…”

“Liar,” she sniffles, cheeks pressed to reddened knuckles. Already, the seed of her dream has been planted; already, it sprouts, reaching for the hand that brushes away her tears like a sunflower to the sun. For whom would her wish bloom? Beneath bedtime songs and bitter herbs, sanguine palms and endless skies–

“Has she fallen asleep…?”

“...I believe so.”

Whom else, of course? 

“Haha… She’s not letting go, Brother.” 

“Indeed. I suppose we shall have to carry her, then.”

It blooms for thee.

[aemondwhoresworld]

ELOWEN’S SECOND VISIT

a drabble & part of: y/n, ewan and elowen mitchell

summary: elowen returns to the house of the dragon set with you and ewan, eagerly awaiting a reunion with her favorite “uncle” tom glynn-carney. while it’s her second visit, the experience is just as magical as the first, filled with love, warmth, and playful interactions with the cast. elowen’s bright energy lights up the set as she bonds with the actors and crew, especially her beloved uncle tom.

warning: english is not my first language. pure fluff, contains overwhelming amounts of cuteness.

Elowen’s excitement was palpable from the moment you mentioned she’d be visiting the set of House of the Dragon again. Her little feet barely touched the ground as she bounced around the house, eyes wide with anticipation. She clutched the small dragon plushie Ewan had given her from the last visit and couldn’t stop asking when she’d see “Uncle Tom” again. Tom Glynn-Carney, the actor who played Aegon Targaryen, had quickly become her favorite after their first meeting, much to Ewan’s playful chagrin.

You smiled as you gathered her things, watching as she practically danced around the living room in excitement. Ewan, already dressed and ready to go, leaned against the doorway with a grin, arms crossed. “She’s more excited than the first time,” he noted, glancing at you with a wink.

“I think it’s Uncle Tom’s doing,” you teased, shaking your head.

Ewan chuckled. “Of course it is. She’s his biggest fan.”

With Elowen finally ready and everything packed, the three of you made your way to the car. The entire drive to the set was filled with Elowen’s chatter about dragons, knights, and her favorite “pretend uncles.” She even hummed the House of the Dragon theme song as you drove, occasionally asking how much longer until she got to see Tom. You and Ewan exchanged amused glances but couldn���t help but get swept up in her enthusiasm.

When you finally arrived on set, Elowen’s excitement only intensified. The massive castle walls, dark banners, and smoke from the props made everything feel larger than life. Ewan lifted her onto his shoulders, giving her a better view of the bustling scene below. As the cast and crew went about their work, Elowen waved happily, her little hands high in the air.

“Look, Mommy! Daddy!” she exclaimed, pointing toward the familiar sight of the dragons on set. “Dragons!”

“Yes, sweetheart,” you laughed, resting a hand on Ewan’s arm. “But we’re here for someone else too, remember?”

At that moment, a voice called out behind you, one that Elowen immediately recognized. “Is that my favorite little Targaryen?” Tom Glynn-Carney strode over, a broad smile on his face. He was dressed in his regal Aegon attire, which only added to the magic in Elowen’s eyes.

“Uncle Tom!” Elowen squealed, wriggling in Ewan’s arms until he set her down. Without missing a beat, she darted toward Tom, who crouched down just in time to catch her in a big hug.

“Well, hello there, princess,” Tom chuckled, lifting her up and spinning her around gently, much to her delight. “I’ve missed you!”

Elowen giggled, clutching her dragon plushie tightly in one hand while resting her head on his shoulder. “I missed you too, Uncle Tom! Can we play dragons today?”

Tom feigned deep thought, raising an eyebrow. “Hmm… I think I can make that happen.” He glanced at you and Ewan with a playful grin. “Mind if I steal her for a bit?”

Ewan, ever the protective father, crossed his arms with a mock-serious expression. “Only if you promise to return her in one piece.”

“Deal,” Tom laughed, holding Elowen up like she was flying. “Come on, princess, let’s find some dragons.”

As Tom carried Elowen toward the set, a few other cast members noticed and waved. Emma D’Arcy, who played Rhaenyra, approached with a warm smile. “Well, if it isn’t our little visitor again,” they said, their eyes lighting up as they saw Elowen.

“Hi!” Elowen waved back enthusiastically from Tom’s arms, clearly enjoying all the attention.

Emma ruffled her hair gently. “How have you been? Are you ready to see more dragons today?”

Elowen nodded eagerly. “Yes! And I’m gonna fly with Uncle Tom!”

“Is that so?” Emma chuckled, glancing at Tom. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full today, Aegon.”

Tom smirked. “What can I say? I’m a popular uncle.”

You and Ewan stood back, watching the scene unfold with smiles. It was heartwarming to see how much love the cast had for your daughter. They didn’t treat her like a simple visitor—she was family. You noticed Matt Smith, who played Daemon, walking over next, his hands casually tucked into his costume pockets.

“Well, well, well,” Matt drawled with a smirk. “Look who’s stealing the show again.” He winked at Elowen, who beamed in response.

“Uncle Matt!” she giggled, clearly having assigned honorary “uncle” titles to all of Ewan’s co-stars.

Matt gave a mock bow. “At your service, princess. What mischief are you getting up to today?”

Before Elowen could answer, Tom chimed in, “Flying dragons, of course.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Flying dragons, huh? Sounds dangerous. You’d better keep an eye on her, Aegon. She might take over the throne if you’re not careful.”

Elowen, ever quick to play along, puffed out her chest proudly. “I’m gonna be the queen of dragons!”

“That’s the spirit,” Matt grinned, offering her a high-five.

As the day went on, Elowen explored the set with Tom, her eyes wide in wonder as she watched the actors rehearse scenes and the crew work behind the scenes. She was particularly fascinated by the dragons—especially when Tom lifted her up so she could “fly” with them. You and Ewan followed closely behind, content to let her enjoy every moment of the magic around her.

At one point, Tom knelt beside her, pointing out one of the large dragon props being prepped for a scene. “Think you could ride that one someday?”

Elowen, with all the confidence of a true dragon queen, nodded. “I could! I’m not scared!”

Tom smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “That’s because you’re the bravest little Targaryen I know.”

The rest of the visit was filled with laughter, warmth, and joy as Elowen soaked up the love and attention from the cast and crew. Even between takes, actors would come over to say hello, some offering small props for her to play with, while others asked about her day. It was clear that she’d become the little darling of the set.

As the day drew to a close, and you and Ewan prepared to head home, Elowen clung to Tom’s leg, not wanting to leave. “Do I have to go, Uncle Tom?”

Tom knelt down, looking at her with a soft smile. “You’ve got to come back soon, though, alright? You’re our good luck charm.”

Elowen nodded solemnly, and Tom gave her one more big hug before setting her down gently. “I’ll miss you, princess,” he said, his voice warm.

“I’ll miss you too,” Elowen replied, her eyes already sleepy from the excitement of the day.

As the three of you walked back to the car, with Elowen happily nestled in Ewan’s arms, you glanced back at the set one last time. It was amazing how much love and warmth surrounded your little family there. What started as just another workday had become a cherished memory, filled with laughter and love.

Elowen’s second visit to the set was, without a doubt, a magical one—and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

[hells-wasabii]

Emm...If it's not too much trouble, can I have something((short drabble,but will be happy with headcanons too)with Rosie and Cherri please, would be grateful in advance!!!!👉👈

I also wish you luck in your endeavours and inspiration.(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

A/N: Hey anon! no trouble at all! And thank you! I took different approaches with both characters since you didn't request anything in particular, so hopefully you'll like what i came up with!

Characters: Cherri Bomb, Rosie

Type: Drabble (Softness In Unexpected Places, Fluff)

Cherri Bomb

Cherri could be described as many things. She was boisterous and outgoing. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, taking on any repercussions head-on with a smile on her face.

She was a party girl, through and through. You had been smitten since you had first met her, and how could you not be? She was an absolute bombshell of a woman.

Clubbing was a common occurrence among your group of friends, though as of late, Angel Dust had been shacked up in the princess's new hotel or something. Cherri had often complained about it, missing her best friend.

But you had noticed that tonight was different. Partying, clubbing. They just weren't calling out to her tonight like they usually did. You recognized it for what it was. A distraction. So you grabbed her by the hand, paid your tab, and left the club with the party girl in tow. You knew exactly what to do.

You knew how she felt, of course, Angel was your friend too. You missed him just as much as she did, but what Cherri needed now was a place to think, not the numbing effects of alcohol and other intoxicants. A place to vent her woes.

And that was exactly where you took her. See, you had a spot of your own, a safe place up on the roof of your apartment overlooking Pentagram City.

The two of you didn't speak much as you sat shoulder to shoulder on the rooftop that night, you didn't have to. You knew that Cherri had been partying harder than usual lately, trying to keep her mind off of things. But you were here now together. You were here for her, something that you reminded her of with every squeeze of the hand.

"Thanks, love." She uttered softly, almost as if she was afraid that if she spoke too loudly, the peace would shatter.

You simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your girlfriend's temple. "Anytime."

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x

Rosie

Rosie was frightening, but this went without saying. She was both an overlord and the leader of Cannibal Town, after all. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. At least, that had been what you'd heard. You had never met her before, only in passing and in the company of other demons.

When you finally officaly met the cannibal, you were lost and at a loss. As you walked the streets of Cannibal Town looking this way and that with trepidation, you could feel a pit of despair settle in your stomach. How did you even get here?

With no true destination in mind, you drew a deep breath and entered what seemed to be an empty shop. You, or at least the were promptly greeted

"Welcome to Rosie's Emporium, dear. Give me a moment and I'll be right with you." called a voice, sweet as syrup, from what you assumed to be the back room.

You were honestly surprised by the elegance of the place. Walking over to a display you marveled at the selection of items. The same voice from before called out again, clearer now. "Sorry for the wait, darling! My assistant is out for the day and- oh, I don't need to be worrying you with my problems. What can I do for you today?"

"Um, hi." You greeted. Weary still, you turned to face the demon who now stood behind the counter. Rosie was tall, and so very pretty. There was a graceful air to her, something that you had picked up on before in passing. With cautious steps, you made your way to the counter. Rosie however, skipped the greeting.

"You don't seem to be from around here darling. Oh! Are you looking to expand your palette perhaps? I have a wonderful selection to choose from for first-time foodies!"

"Ah, no.. sorry. I'm actually kinda lost-" You barely had been able to get the words out of your mouth before her sharpened grin widened. She clasped her hands together as she rounded the counter to stand before you.

"Oh, my! That's not good! I tell you what, dear. Give me a moment to wrap this delivery up and I'll help you find your way."

And help you she did. She even gave you a tour of the town. It had been an absolute delight. Conversation with the woman came easy, and any unease that you might have had before melted away. You learned about the town and those who inhabited it.

You really hadn't expected her to be as sweet as she was. As ironic as it may sound, you might have gotten a taste for Cannibal Town. Or at least the woman in charge. You would be sure to come back through, on purpose next time.

[theosbaby]

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SUGARANDSPICEWRITING INTRO

Hey y'all! It's your new fave sapphic writer! My name is Emme an I'm here for the girls. Okay fine the boys can come too. This is a multifandom blog focused on writing for girl characters. I'll write for boys too but the girl characters will take priority. If reqs are open feel free to shoot me an ask for anyone!

Because I'm an adult, I would prefer that minors stay off my blog. I'm not your mom and I can't control what you do, but this isn't a space for you. This is to keep us both safe!

Asks don't have to just be for writing requests, we can chat too!

{RULES/GUIDELINES}

I mainly write fluff and hurt/comfort. You can send nsfw but I might not write it. Anything nsfw will be tagged with #spicewrites so block that tag if you don't want to see it. I'll update this if I do end up writing it. You must be off anon and have your age in your bio for me to consider it.

I prefer writing in headcannon (bullet lists) form but I can also write small drabbles. If you don't specify what you want I will write it in headcannon form

I write fem readers. If I write something that's gender neutral I'll mention it in the authors note of the fic.

Please include some details in your requests! I'm not a mind reader.

{THE FUN PART/WHO I WRITE FOR}

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Dungeon Meshi

Stardew Valley

Attack on Titan

Bungo Stray Dogs

Star Wars

Avatar: The Way of Water

Blue Eye Samurai

Kaiju No 8

DC

There you have it! Hope to hear from y'all soon!

[wild-karrde]

Happy Fandom Friday!

Clone Humping Art* (@pinkiemme): Emme started a new series and it’s one you don’t want to miss. I’m linking Howzer because he is SO beautiful. The shadow of his V-line and the way his muscles are flexing—it’s all around delightful. (And her other artworks are just as stunning.)

Five-Oh-Thirst* (@deejadabbles): A fun, flirty one-shot showcasing Fives and Kix’s attempts at lap dances. The way Deeja writes both Fives and Kix is so attractive. And the fact she managed to write lap dancing so sensually is amazing.

Wolffe Drabble* (@littlemissmanga): Beth did such a wonderful job at portraying Wolffe as both sweet and caring while maintaining his assertive personality. I love when clones dote on their partner, and Wolffe’s interaction with a self-reliant Reader was incredibly well-written.

Fox Drabble (@wild-karrde): This was such a delight to read. From the teasing and flirting to Fox’s sarcastic, deadpanned personality, you captured Fox splendidly. He had so many one-liners that had me chuckling, and the banter alone made this so enjoyable.

Everybody Hates Neyo* (@dystopicjumpsuit): This was HOT. From the hate sex to the biting, DJ has written Neyo in such a domineering yet enticing way. He’s arrogant and full of himself but also a tiny bit soft (emphasis on tiny). There’s a nice little surprise at the end that’s the cherry atop this one-shot.

*18+ content

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[theearthwassoup]

ay! no escribis para yelena, emm babe? con Kate? ... o I bet you think about me con Kate también

babe

a/n: hi! I love this song so much and I also love how upbeat the tempo is but the lyrics are sad. hopefully this drabble does it justice! word count: 204

Your hands trembled as you declined the incoming call, tears streaming down your face.

She broke all of her promises, your mind graciously supplied you as you sank down to the floor, back against your bedroom door. It was surprising you had made it this far without breaking down. You let yourself sob to the music of your constantly ringing phone, head in your hands. After what felt like eternity, you stood on trembling legs, dragging yourself over to your wall where pictures hung. One-by-one, every photo and memory of Kate was wiped from your wall. Dried tears made your face feel tight as you glared at your phone, which was lit up with the photo of your girl- ex-girlfriend. Giving in, you answered, your knuckles around the device as Kate's frantic voice filled your ears.

"Y/N, baby, I'm so sorry, let me explain please-"

You scoffed, shaking your head.

"How could you?" You asked, voice trembling, "We made promises to each other, to our future, to our love. Was she worth loosing me?"

Kate's breath hitched at your question, obviously holding back tears herself. But before she could reply, your cold, tired voice echoed through both of your minds.

"It's over, babe."

a/n: ok this is definitely one of the shorter drabbles but that's only because I had to stop it where it ended or else I would write a 5k fic for something that's supposed to be a drabble lol. hopefully you enjoyed this! thank you for reading

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, January 31

Ellis: Does this fit the profile of any Sub-T you're familiar with? Riley: Not subterrestrial, Major. Extraterrestrial. (Leads them to the rock at the end of the trench) It came outta that. Ellis: Miller, set the trackers for a protein signature. Graham: Yes sir. Riley: No good, Major. This alkaloid's breaking down at an accelerated rate. It's dissolving too fast to track. Ellis: You got a better idea? Riley: Thing came from space. Gotta be some trace radiation. Ellis: We have Geiger counters in the packs. Riley: Shouldn't be too much background gamma noise out here. Ellis: Break 'em out.

~~Buffy Season 5 Episode #87: "Listening To Fear"~~

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[themarcspector-arch]

a concept....

an au where the palms series doesn't take place on a futuristic planet with an 80s retrowave aesthetic, it's actually just the 80s on earth and cloud is.....just vibing as a pi or a journalist (idk idk) with telekenetic intuition powers.

mostly cause i find vintage comics and their vibes hilarious and iconic all at once. lol dskfhkjsdfhsd

also rae would look bomb as shit in some 80s cheesy sexy villain's costume. and cloud would wear some emm/a fr/ost (not straight up lingerie, just glamorous af) shit lol because she's extra af.

tbh i think i'm just gonna do drabbles cause it sounds amusing. but will it stick? idk but i might end up making a pinboard because i always be doing that and it sounds cool as a vibe sdjkfhkjsdfs

[kenzumekodma]

ohohoh uhh anything w maybe a sleepy drunk kuroo who's in love w his partner <3

emme i hope u know this is how u deserve kuroo to be with u <3

kuroo x fem!reader (terms ‘girlfriend’ and ‘wife’ are used), 203 words

Your boyfriend sets the empty beer bottle on the table as his coworkers and their partners chat and laugh away. His dark hair looks more ruffled than ever, so you figure there’s no harm in tousling it further with a grin crossing your lips. Kuroo hums happily, leaning into your touch, before his eyes widen and he carefully backs up from you.

“Tetsu? Did you want to go home?” you question.

“You’re lovely, and ‘m flattered,” he starts, slurring his words slightly. “But ‘m not going home with you. ‘Ve got a, uh, a girlfriend.”

Your concern drops from your face and you giggle. “Tetsurou, honey, I am your girlfriend.”

Kuroo’s eyebrows knit in confusion for the quickest of moments before a look of recognition hits. He reaches for your glass of water to take a sip, composing his thoughts, before he smirks.

“I dunno, you look like m’ first wife,” he says with as much smoothness as he can muster.

“Is that your way of proposing to me?” You entwine your hand with his free one.

“Mmm, maybe it is,” he hums.

“Drink a little more water and we can talk about this tomorrow, ‘kay?” you say, and Kuroo nods contentedly.

“M’kay.”

[yanderu-deredere]

THE SLASHER COUPLE IS SO GOOD 😍

Pretty please, if you feel like writing some for them, would love to read more about Emm tying Casimir to the autopsy table… or maybe them tying their darling to it 🤭

a/n: thank you so so much for the awesome ask! heehee, i've been wanting to write about this since i offhandedly mentioned it and im so glad there's someone else that wants to hear abt it too!

i decided to write for darling instead of cas becos i felt like there wasn't enough major yandere vibes on this blog so have this alternate ending to. will i ever write the canon ending? mayhaps

you can read this as a stand alone but it will refer to some stuff from the original series here! but! this is an alternate ending to that original series. i still have plans for how i want that to end heehee

warning: gender neutral reader but mentions of cock going into an entrance, major yandere vibes, non-con to dub-con, mentions of semi-descriptive gore, bondage? definitely bondage LOL, emm wears strap-on and it's referred to as her cock

word count: ill add this later cus im on mobile

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

You should've known something was wrong the moment the couple had treated you with such kindness, such sweetness.

It had been too good to be true and you were the fool that fell for it.

"Now, darl', you need'ta understand--"

"I don't need to understand anything." You snapped at her, body tense and ready to run as she faced you like one would face a feral animal "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends? You mean those people that demeaned you and talked behind your back?" Casimir scoffed from beside Emm, his face both mocking and angry.

You had no clever retort to that but, still, you answered, your eyes darting from them to the door "I at least know that they wouldn't leave me here."

"You are definitely right about that, my love." Casimir sneered and it made you both flushed and nervous

You tried to put the puzzle pieces together. You couldn't find your friends or their things but the tire hadn't been fixed yet and you knew that they'd never leave you behind.

If they wouldn't leave you behind, what did that mean?

"You did something to them." The words left your mouth the exact moment the thought entered your brain.

From the way Emm's expressions shifted, you knew you were right.

You needed to get out of here.

Without hesitating, you ran for the door, legs fast and anxious thoughts even faster. It almost felt like you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

You managed to grab the door knob and open the door but, before you could slip out, someone slammed the door in front of you.

You cursed just as someone's arms wrapped around your torso.

You heard Casimir click his tongue and you looked up to see him shaking his head at you, his palm pressed against the door "Naughty, naughty. We can't have you doing that, now can we?"

Emm, on the other hand, sounded less haughty and more desperate "Please, please, darl', you gotta understand--"

"Oh, I understand alright!" You started struggling earnestly, kicking your feet and trying your best to pry Emm's arms away from you "I understand that this was a mistake!"

Emm's arms only seemed to tighten around you even more "Don' say that."

You wanted to spite her so you said it louder "This was a mistake!"

Casimir grabbed your face before you could say anything further, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned you to face him "You have a mouth on you, don't you, my love?"

Then, he glanced at Emm, knowing expression on his face "Perhaps we should teach our darling a little lesson, hmm?"

"You so do love teaching lessons, don't you, my wife?"

Emm didn't even answer; she just flipped you over, carrying you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, like you didn't even weigh a single ounce.

It had been sexy last night and you'd be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't sexy now but, instead of your heart fluttering, you felt like your stomach was tying itself in knots.

"Let me go!" You beat on Emm's back, kicking your legs in an attempt to maybe hit the side of her face. She held on fast, her grip on you not even faltering for a second.

"You'll like this, my love, I'm sure of it." Casimir followed the two of you, a certain skip in his step "I certainly do."

Just as he said that, Emm walked into a doorway and you frantically looked around, confused where the three of you were headed.

You tried to think. You were able to see out the door just as Casimir closed it and you guessed that this was the door under the stairs. Wasn't that a closet? Apparently not.

Your nose suddenly stung with the smell of chemical cleaner--bleach?--and the lights seemed dimmer than outside. Casimir saw your frantic glancing and simply threw you a smirk.

Before you could open your mouth to ask where you were, you were slammed onto something cold and hard. You could feel the icy surface even through your clothes.

You sat up in an attempt to get away. Just as you did, you managed to catch a glimpse of what was right next to you.

Your brain fizzled and your throat seized. You were caught between a gag and a dry heave. Immediately, you stopped struggling. Hell, not just you. It felt like the entire world stopped.

Your mind seemed to only swim with thought after thought, none of them lingering long enough for you to really dwell on it.

"Cas, I tol' ya' to clean up after y'rself." Emm grabbed your wrists and you couldn't find it in yourself to snatch them back.

Casimir simply shrugged and went somewhere else. Emm was so close to you, locking your wrists into something soft and furry, that you couldn't track where he went.

"Lay down, darl'." She placed her hand on your chest and pushed you down. You followed, eyes still glued on the still figure next to you.

It was Bran. You knew it was him but you weren't sure.

His face was gored beyond recognition. Blood caked around his mouth and his eyes had been carved out. Very clumsily, you mentally noted. As if that mattered. There was so much viscera and splatters everywhere.

Was this what they had planned for you?

You started to struggle again as Emm started buckling your legs down. The straps didn't hurt your wrists at all, unlike how they formed red bleeding welts on Bran's wrists.

"Please, I don't-- I uhm-- oh god--" Tears sprang to your eyes as you tried to kick your legs "I'm sorry-- I'm sorry-- please, don't--"

Despite your fussing, Emm finished buckling you in. "Shhh, don' worry, we won't do nothin' to you that you won't like, hmmm?"

You heard the sound of a cloth or something being waved and then spread out next to you.

You glanced over and Bran had been covered with some medical blanket of some sort. You couldn't help but recognize it from the various medical dramas you've watched. It was what they put over dead bodies.

The gravity of the situation seemed to weigh more and more heavily over you.

The two people you'd fucked only last night, the two people you'd thought you could've had a future with, were going to murder you.

As soon as Casimir finished laying out the cloth over Bran's dead body, he came over to you, scissors in hand. They were odd scissors that looked bent but on purpose. Without saying much else, he started scissoring through your clothes.

"Cas." You whimpered, fear still wracking your body as you tugged and pulled at your restraints.

Casimir didn't even try to look sympathetic. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying the situation a bit too much.

He pressed a kiss against your temple as he pulled the scraps of your clothes off of your now naked body "Why don't you listen to Emm, huh? We won't do anything that'll hurt our little darling."

Just as Casimir mentioned Emm, your eyes darted to her, frantic to find some sort of sympathy or even some weakness you could take advantage of.

Instead, you were met with the image of Emm, her shirt suddenly gone but that lacy bra you'd seen before still on. She was tightening something around her waist, rather sober expression on her face.

You glanced lower down and your entire face flushed searing hot.

She was tightening a harness on and hanging from it was the most intimidating plastic cock you'd ever seen.

Casimir followed your gaze and snickered, breath brushing against your ear "You know, I only get that when I've been especially bad."

The unprompted insight into the couple's sex life only made you even more flustered. Casimir laughed rather meanly at that too before straightening, his job of getting rid of your clothes completely done.

"When did we get these anyway?" Casimir's fingers ghosted over the inside of your arm before nudging against the cuffs that wrapped around your wrists.

"I made 'em myself." Emm got on top of the medical table in one smooth motion, "Didn' wanna hurt our darling's wrists."

Casimir snuck a finger underneath, wiggling it around "Huh, fur-lined and everything. She already loves you more than me."

"Can't say I feel any differently but it still stings." He added jokingly, pressing another kiss against your temple, hand wrapping around your wrist while the other cupped your chin and made you look at him "See? We'll take perfect care if you here."

You honestly didn't know what to say to that. Though it did make your heart flutter, you knew how fucked up your situation was. These two killed your friends.

And you were especially aware of how fucked up it was that you were really turned on.

Emm took your silence for acceptance. At least, that's how it seemed from how the corners of her lips tilted up into a small smile. Though your legs were cuffed, she pulled your thighs up and wrapped them around her waist.

As she did, her plastic cock thumped against your torso, the tip practically reaching your belly button. And it was thick too, heavy against your skin.

Before you could protest or at least beg for mercy, Casimir pressed his lips against yours, bringing your attention back to him.

The kiss was messy, searing, with his tongue slipping in and pressing against yours, his teeth clashing against your lips.

It made your eyes flutter close as you returned the kiss. You fell into it easily, like it was natural to kiss him like that, like there was nothing else that would feel good.

Then, just as suddenly as the kiss started, you felt something wet and cold dribble against your entrance. Your legs jerked, trying to get away from the sensation.

You couldn't get away, though. You were trapped; not just between the couple but also in the cuffs they'd put you in. All you could do was lay there and take whatever they gave you.

Just like last night but even worse.

And give it to you they did. Emm slicked her fingers up and pushed two of them in at once. Her fingers were already pretty thick so having two of them, scissoring inside of you, pressing against your walls, felt like too much.

Your hips jerked and your brain swam. You didn't know whether you were pulling away from her or pushing your hips down to take more of her fingers.

Casimir, on the other hand, kept kissing you, his breath ragged and his grip on your wrist tightening more and more. His free hand traveled to your neck, wrapping around but not choking you.

You didn't know what it was but the gentle caress of it, firm but not too firm, his fingers pressing against the skin above your beating veins, made your heart flutter even more.

"Gonna prep you up to take me, baby." Emm muttered as she pushed in another finger, her hips rutting and the rubber of her cock rubbing against your skin.

"Gonna show you exactly how we'll be taking care of ya' fr'm now on."

[bangtancentricsblog]

If ur taking requests how about something based off “you wanna kiss me so bad right now, don’t you” only if ur comfortable. Can be with anyone!

I can’t tell you how excited I was to see this, I literally lit up when I saw it, so thank you so much again! I’m sorry it took longer than I had planned I hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to come by again if you have any other requests💖

❍ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❍ fluster meter: idk maybe a 3.5 out of 5

❍ word count: 1.4 k

The furrow of your brow grows deeper the longer you stand on the opposite side of the club, the drink in your hand long forgotten. The bass of the song is heavy, not unpleasant but a little too much for you at this point. The night had started off fairly decent, your friends all eager to drink their problems away even convincing you to skip a relaxing night in for a night of actual fun, and for a while it had been fun. The club they’d chosen was a popular one, one that you usually avoided like the plague for the sheer fact that it was alway packed with lines rounding the corner just to get in. You just didn't like Echo like your friends did, and maybe that had more to do with a certain group of men, rather than popularity. To be perfectly clear it wasn't all of them more so the one you had the displeasure of having gone to high school with.

There really isn't a reason, at least none that you can think of for your dislike of Jeon Jungkook. He wasn't a jock and he wasn't a quiet outcast, he just was, if that made any sense. The thing was that Jungkook had spent an outrageous amount of time picking on you, at least that was what you had told yourself. Others had said he was courting you, a thought that had been preposterous considering that you two had never spoken and yet every valentine's there was chocolate on your desk, every birthday, every single holiday worth celebrating there was always a little something sitting on your desk a small neatly written note attached. There were no professions of love, just simple little things like, ‘happy valentines day <3” signed with JJK as if any other boy would be so bold to give you anything.

Jungkook was just weird like that, even weirder was that he’d kept it up throughout all four years of high school and by the end the whole school had somehow come to the conclusion that you two were in an arranged marriage set up by your parents before either of you could talk. Truth be told you were just as confused over his motives seeing as he’d been popular despite his social standing amongst the cliques. Girls and boys alike from all the cliques had a crush on him, and for some reason he’d set his sights on you. Shy, awkward, hot headed you. You were plain, and had taken a long time to grow comfortable in your body, so it only made sense that he was playing some cruel prank on you.

It’s enough to say that high school had not ended well when you had finally grown tired of waiting for him to drop the ball. So you had confronted him and even then he had just said he thought you were really pretty. You hadn’t believed him then and you didn't believe him any of the times after that. Strange enough you’d ended up at the same college and even working in the same building. You had flings since then of course none that stuck around long enough and from the way all the office girls flung themselves at him so had Jungkook it seemed. Though arbitrarily enough that hadn’t stopped him from flirting with you anyways. He’d stop by your cubicle complimenting your dress or hair, the glasses you had been forced to wear after messing up your eyesight.

Jungkook for all it was worth was very charming, not even just to you either. Most of the girls on your floor had talked him up, so much so it had warmed your heart a little. A little because at the end of the day you still didn't like him, even if he’d somehow made himself a constant presence in your life. So how exactly did you go from not caring about him to being absolutely, overwhelmingly jealous that some busty blonde was grinding on him while holding her close as he smirked at you teasingly almost cockily if you will. From here you can easily see Yoongi and Jimin, both somehow a striking shade of blonde amongst the sea of brunette. You’re sure the others are here somewhere drinking, dancing or fucking the night away as they did. Honestly you still aren’t too comfortable in your skin, not enough for the dress you wear, the hem is too short, the straps too thin, and a size too small that it sticks to your figure somewhat uncomfortably, but none of that matters as you down the shot of tequila.

Feeling emboldened by this game Jungkook refuses to forfeit, you make your way across the club. Squeezing past gyrating bodies, and couples comfortablely entangled in one another for such a public place, sauntering right up to Yoongi and Jimin who turn their gazes to you simultaneously. Jimin smiles playfully, a little too coquettish but one that sends heat swirling into the pit of your belly. Yoongi’s eyes are half lidded, dark gaze drinking in the sight of you, skin dewy from the heat of the club, looking every bit as inviting as ever. The corners of his lips tilt upwards in a smirk so sexy heating your cheeks under his approving gaze.

“Wanna dance?” you ask, with a quirk of your brow. Yoongi nods standing easily, taking your hand and leading you onto the dance floor just as the song changes. You’re no stranger to the dance floor, as you sway your hips to the beat, sighing as Yoongi’s hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you close till your ass is pressed to his hips. It’s been too long since you’ve let yourself go, easily letting him lead your movements, dare you say enjoying the way he pressed impossibly closer to you. Your eyes have long since fallen shut, allowing yourself to fall deeper into the rhythm he’s set, it’s almost trance like. You’ve long since drowned out the song only allowing yourself to feel the soft pressure of the body behind you, throwing you head back as they press particularly close as you grind back on them. A soft moan leaving you only catching the tail end of their own groan.

“You like that sweetheart?” Your eyes fly open, the music no longer muffled, ringing louder in your ears than before. The hands on your hips burn, not unpleasantly you realize, though you still move away from him quickly. Your gaze is quick to meet Jungkook’s as he smiles down at you, hands never leaving your waist pulling you into another dance, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. He’s a good dancer, easily slipping one muscular thigh between yours, you almost sigh dreamily.

“You wanna kiss me so bad right now, don’t you?” He whispers against your lips, and you can’t help but wonder when he got so close.

“And what if I do?” You ask, peaking at him from under your lashes. His gaze is dark, hungry even as he drinks you in. He’d be damned if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

“All you have to do is ask.” He smirks triumphantly when you sigh a breathy please, pressing your lips to his almost desperately. Jungkook’s knees buckle as you press your softness against him, groaning when you take his lip between your teeth, and continue to suck on his tongue. He’s quick to recover though easily pulling away from you and leading you off the dance floor, towards the back before he’s pressing you against a wall and kissing you again. This is his chance he thinks as his hands knead the plush of your thighs because as much as you claimed you hated him, he knew you didn’t. And although Jungkook thought you were pretty in high school you were downright beautiful now, and he still wanted just as much. He reckons he owes yoongi for his help too but that can wait.

*

“I can’t believe you agreed to dance with her.” Jimin laughs over the lip of his beer.

“It was worth the look on Jungkook’s face.” Yoongi hums, turning his gaze to the back corner across the club. Though dimly lit he can still make out Jungkook’s figure dwarfing your own, and even though he had no intent of entertaining you with your little show he can admit the absolute heaven it had been when you’d pressed your ass against him. Still he’d never make a move on Jungkook’s forever girl, not when he had his sights set on another.

[beauty-of-sins]

Trissefer drabble #2(Discontent)

A/N: Last request :) good ol’ Trissefer content

Triss sighs, lifting up her drink, as she watches Yennefer and Geralt laugh at something she would probably never understand. They were perfect for each other. She stares at the Witcher, feeling a pang of jealousy hit her at the mere thought of them being together. Maybe she was the fool for thinking they had something. For thinking that the look in Yennefer’s eyes meant that they were something more. She finishes the drink before placing the empty cup down with some force. She needs to get some fresh air. Triss gets up from the table and walks outside towards the balcony. She was unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.

She had been out there for a while when a familiar voice calls to her. 

“Triss!” She turns around and sees Yennefer walk up to her. “What are you doing out here?” 

Triss’s feels her stomach drop at the question, before forcing herself to give a smile. It would be wrong to ruin Yennefer’s mood as well. She would just act normal.  

“Just wanted some fresh air.”

Yennefer hums, before she leans against the balcony as well, neither saying anything as they stare out into the sea, watching the stars shimmer on the water. 

“Do you want to tell me why you were glaring at Geralt as if he just trampled through your garden?

Yennefer’s voice cuts through the silence, she was never one to beat around the bush. Triss stills, trying to think of something, anything that would excuse her actions. She could feel the woman looking at her, and she couldn’t meet her gaze right now. She just couldn't. 

“Triss.” The woman says her name so softly, so gently that she almost misses it. She takes Triss’s hand in her, before gently pulling her away from the balcony, and lifts her hand so she touches Yennefer’s cheek. Her eyes soft as a smile appears on Yennefer’s face. 

“What we have is bound by magic,” Yennefer says, “But what me and you have is real.”

Yennefer leans forward so their foreheads touch. Triss feels her magic around the edges of her own, asking for permission to be let in. She does and Triss is immediately flooded off her undying love for her fellow mage, it seems to make up every inch of her being, filling Triss with it. She can see the kind of love she holds for Geralt and Ciri and others but the kind she holds for her is blazing and constant. It makes Triss’s skin tingle at the power of it, of how sure Yennefer feels.  Triss fights to prevent tears of joy from coming out, as a joyful smile grows on her face. She was hers and always will be.  Nothing could come in between them. 

“Now stop moping and come inside,” Yennefer says with a sly smile as she walks her back inside. “Besides, you owe me a dance.”

[queercullenclan]

  Jasper thought, a few times, about going back to the Mexican Coven. Letting Maria kill him. His thirst was always fucking there, always burning in the back of his throat. He wasn't letting himself kill until he absolutely needed to. He could feel the pain of his victims, the fear. He could help, a little, make them calm, but he couldn’t eliminate it entirely. And it felt hellish, the relief he was feeling mixing with the panic, the agony they felt.  Some of them started to beg through their pain. Those were the ones where Jasper wanted to die. When he could feel them pleading, maybe not to him, but to their god, not to take them yet.  They wanted to live.  So badly, they wanted to live, they were fighting until they didn’t have enough left in them to move. That second where he was instantly left alone, after the loud clash of emotions was silenced in a second, made him sure that he was damned. He left Peter and Charlotte after two years, they didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to kill, why he’d let his eyes go to their darkest black before going near humans. They met up once more, left on good terms, but Jasper couldn’t be around other vampires without intensifying his own thirst. It was so different from how his immortal life had been to that point.  Before it’d been just a means of survival, he never killed alone, and whoever it was was dead fast enough that he could ignore it because he had to survive.  It was the first time he’d dealt with his morality since he was human. 

Philadelphia was an interesting place.  He’d been exploring the old city. He had enough control now that he could go out when people were on the streets, albeit usually at night, when there wasn’t really crowds. The people wanted to make it into the park. The war had just ended. And he’d heard a lot about what had happened to the Jewish people, what the Germans had done. It was the first time he was brought to think about his time in the Confederacy. He knew history put him on the wrong side. But he’d hadn’t thought about it in seventy-some years.  Jasper had only had the last few years to reflect on everything in his life, before it was staying alive and fighting with Maria He’d been fighting for the wrong cause. He’d believed the wrong things. And he had century old prejudices he was going to have to dismantle. Coming to terms with that, while still having to kill innocent people to survive was a conflict he didn’t know how to deal with.  He was passing by a diner one night. And any other night, he would have walked past it. He didn’t have any use for it, but someone from inside was radiating such happiness that it overtook everything he was feeling. He had to come inside. See who it was. It was intoxicating. 

He wasn’t expecting another vampire, that came bounding up to him with a smile on her face. She was a short little thing, at least a foot and some shorter than him, but her face was kind and shining.  She didn’t give him her name, just said “Kept me waiting long enough.”, and held out her hand.  He’d never been so careless in his life, he took it after a moment’s hesitation, no clue where she’d lead him. For all eternity, he’d remember the first time she kissed him. She had to, because he never would have caught on to the hints she’d been dropping, and even his gifts couldn’t cure dumbass enough for him to read it as romantic affection. Aside from a few stolen kisses before he enlisted, Maria had been most of his firsts. There wasn’t any real emotion there. Once it was clear Jasper would be around for a while, they cut it off, Maria preferring not to be distracted by emotions when she had a war to fight. Alice’s kiss had longing and care in it. A little later, she would explain her gift, and why she’d been waiting in that diner for him. That she saw them together and finding a family. People like them, but who had a different way of life. She talked about vegetarianism with him, and it felt like seeing sunlight for the first time in a century. 

Jasper wanted to be good at this new diet. Alice already had plenty of practice.  She slipped up, but not nearly as often.  But she was so, so patient. Masked her frustration and disappointment well, sometimes Jasper could barely feel it there. He grew to fucking hate his gift with every slip-up. Alice’s thirst amplified his own, made it harder to hold back. He went out hunting probably twice a week to even begin to be satisfied. The burn was never dulled enough to not feel it constantly, but sometimes he could ignore it for a day or two. Human blood made it go away. Draining a person dry could leave him satisfied for a few weeks. Alice swore it got easier the longer they went without human blood but believing that was another matter entirely. His eyes still had more red then gold in them, and more black than either most of the time. 

He wasn’t adjusted enough dealing with the amplification of his thirst with being around Alice when they met up with the Cullens.  The very first day, it was so fucking bad he couldn’t speak, ended up sprinting a few miles away. He didn’t come back until he had drained every animal that had he’d come across. Trying to explain why he had bolted was hard, but Alice helo where he couldn’t and Edward chimed in a few times. The thirst was still there, still amplified, but it felt more like he hadn’t fed in a month, where before it was just like he’d never fed in his immortal life.  He was feeding constantly the first few weeks. Trying to dampen the feeling of the clan’s thirst whenever he was around them, just to give himself enough relief to hold a conversation. He slipped up once within the second week of being with them, nobody had been hunting in about two weeks, and he had last fed two days before.  They went out together, Alice’s idea. But they got too close to a human on a hiking trail and Jasper was there in a second. He felt their fear flash, but they were too far gone by the time anyone got to him. They helped him, but their frustration overwhelmed Jasper, that night Alice had to beg him to not leave after that. He spent his time focusing his energy into never letting it happen again. Of course it would, more than a few times in years to come. 

Jasper felt displaced more than anything.  Alice felt at home within a week. And he wanted to find his place with these people. He liked them. Carlise and Esme were kind and patient, Rosalie understood his need for space. Edward told him of the time he strayed from Carlisle, and how he struggled with the transition once he’d tasted human blood. He hadn’t talked more than a few words to Emmett since he and Alice had arrived. But he was possibly the Cullen he could relate the most to.  He felt frustration radiating from him, but it wasn’t directed at Jasper, unlike the rest of the clan’s.  It was inward, and Jasper eventually decided to talk to him about it, since as far as he knew nobody else was.  

Going up to Emmett, he explained more about his gift, how specific it could get. He couldn’t read his thoughts, but it was the next best thing. It was the first real conversation he’d had with the other, and he didn’t want to push it. So instead of asking much about what he was going through,  he just told the other about his frustrations since leaving the Mexican coven. How this month, around the vegetarian vampires, was one of the most frustrating since he’d gone on his own.  How much he wanted to run, all the time, but he stayed for Alice. How much he despised hunting with the coven, especially Alice, and how fucking guilty he felt for that. Emmett didn’t say much of anything, but they agreed to go out hunting together the next day, hoping it’d be easier than with their family or going alone. 

They helped each other. They spent a little time together outside of hunting, Emmett isn’t joking or hiding behind a persona, and they don’t talk much, just enjoy the company of someone who understands. They go on like this, until one day, catching Jasper by surprise, Emmett snaps. Jasper’s pretty sure it’s the first time since he was changed that he let everything that had been building up for the last decade. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to calm him down, just stood and listened.  They started really talking after that, spending more time together than anyone else. Somewhere, Jasper knew his relationship with Alice was fading, he couldn’t talk to her about everything he could with Emmett, he couldn’t stand disappointing her. Alice was still his savior. He wanted this life so badly. He hated everything that came with killing. He’d done enough of that for his share of eternity. And Jasper wanted so desperately to have people in his life. Even if he couldn’t talk about everything with Alice, or the Cullens, talking to them at all, about anything was much-needed relief from the near decade of isolation he’d been in after breaking away from Peter and Charlotte. And he kept fucking up. Even his near misses ate away at him, and when he did slip up, feeling the hope fade away from her, even if just for a moment was something Jasper couldn’t take. He loved her. Alice was someone he could spend eternity with, he really loved her. But it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap between them, and spending time with the first friend he had since he’d been turned made him slowly realize that. They’d been together eight years when Jasper ended it. Alice smiled through the entire conversation, and he knew it wasn’t for her sake. Of course, she’d seen it coming since he decided to. But as much preparing as she thought she’d done wasn’t enough. Alice went off for a few months, with Rosalie.   They didn’t talk about it when she came back.  It was another two years before they talked more than ten minutes at a time to each other.  

A decade after joining the Cullens, Jasper is adjusted enough to be around them without the feeling of their thirst eating him inside out.  He suppresses a lot of their feeling it though, which he’s never gotten a complaint about. It burns still, constantly, but more like a bad cough in a dry throat instead of breathing is smoldering ash. He can move his mind off of it. He and Emmett still hunt, almost exclusively together. But there are more near slip-ups than slip-ups now. It’s not where either of them wants to be. But it’s progress.  Emmett keeps offering to be a wingman for Jasper if he’ll just cave and go out. He does once, in 1961, around a coven in Maine. He ends up talking with a woman who’s only been changed for a year, and it’s not long around her red eyes that he’s slipped up again. He doesn’t go again. But guilt pools in his gut when Emmett starts hanging back, and he all but starts shoving him out the door sometimes, because he doesn’t want to be the reason his friend is missing out on anything. 

One day, out of nowhere to Jasper at least, Emmett starts freaking out. Every time they’re together he can feel anxiety flooding the room, and he refuses to tell Jasper why. Jasper uses his gift to start calming him down, and he has too for far too long. It’s eating at him that he doesn’t know what happened and Emmett doesn’t want to confide in him for it, despite how badly Jasper knows it’s making him feel.  It fades a little over a year, but it never sits right with Jasper. One night, while Emmett is conned into a double date with Alice, and Rosalie asks to talk. She’s protective of Emmett since she was the one who found him. It took him a while to earn her trust around him, and he’s not entirely sure he fully does. Rosalie doesn’t mince her words, she wants to know when Jasper is going to grow a pair and ask Emmett out, and lets him know if he hurts him, she can and will make his existence a living hell. Jasper doesn’t know how, but he managed to keep himself contained long enough to tell Rose that she had it all wrong. He was straight.  She doesn’t seem to believe him, but she leaves it at that. 

Jasper hates himself for freaking out at the possibility of him being into Emmett. Of him being queer. Most of his family was queer, and he thought he’d worked past his prejudices. But everything he hadn’t thought of as anything but platonic behavior was coming back to him, from his human life to his friendship with Emmett, every fellow soldier he’d looked at just a little too long, every time he made up an excuse to touch Emmett.  It hit him like a ton of bricks and Jasper didn’t know what to do with it. He starts isolating himself. He hunts alone and does his best to damper the hurt that starts radiating from Emmett when he’s close enough. He constantly wants to throttle Edward.  Jasper doesn’t know what to do, he can’t just go back to how things were with Emmett, because if he slips up- he didn’t know what would happen, but thinking about the million ways Emmett finding out could go left him spinning out, he couldn’t handle Emmett thinking any less of him. Though he was sure this wasn’t doing him any favors, he was having a crisis of self and thinking straight was long out the window. 

He doesn’t have much of a chance to get himself together, a few months after Rosalie’s initial comments, Emmett corners him in his room, and he’s pretty sure he catches Edward locking the door, the lost point that it was. If he wanted to get out no door was stopping him.  And Emmett screams at him. Like, actually screams at him, and Jasper doesn’t think that’s ever happened before. At least, not like this. The emotion in the room, between the two of them, is all-consuming, the hurt, the confusion, the want,  the desperation. He not even sure who what is coming from, but it’s all there and he takes a breath in his useless lungs because he swears the air has been knocked out of him. He thinks about using his gift, calming the both of them down. But that’s temporary. And he can’t do this over and over again. So he sighs and gives in. 

He doesn’t know how to say it, and he knows it takes him far too long to actually get the words out, somewhere between an apology and an explanation.  When he finishes, he’s ready for Emmett to walk out, not say anything. Maybe scream at him again. His mind runs at a mile a minute, he doesn’t know what’s going to happen.  Of all the anxiety-fueled possibilities he’d thought of, Jasper couldn’t possibly have guessed that Emmett would burst out laughing. Loud, confusing laughter. The whirlwind of emotion hs dissolved in the room, but he doesn’t even think to read into what Emmett is feeling now, the laughter fucking stunning him into stillness.  He was stll stunned when the laughter stopped, and he was suddenly crashing into the wall, drywall cracking behind him. Emmett’s lips were on his, a large hand on his hip, pulling him against the other’s body. Jasper was stiff as a board, not fully grasping what was going on. But he finally snaps out of it, and comes crashing to the reality that Emmett was here, kissing him. Whatever came next he couldn’t care less, he moved his hand to cup the back of his neck and kissed him back, pushing himself against Emmett’s body, and god, he finally felt he was somewhere he belonged.