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ominous-faechild · 4 months ago

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STORY INTRO:

FAERIE'S DAWN (interact with this post to join the taglist)

Following the Shattering of Reality, the world was plunged into what came to be known as the Faewildes: an ever-changing world suffused with magic and danger. Humanity crumbled under the weight of the new reality while fae—and the archfae above them—emerged to rule over the new world. Humans couldn't compete against the fae's sheer magical prowess, and soon built strongholds in territories with weak magical presence to stand against them. Now, so many generations later, humanity has finally learned of faekind's weakness: metal, which weakens fae and blocks their magic. A war is breaking out between humanity and fae, with gods each picking sides in the conflict. Between faeries Nova, Cloud, and Sky, and the human settlement Eve and Asa protect... who will win?

(Psst... to fans of the Existential of Magic—aka “Ailwyn, God of the Faewildes”—this story has them as a major player! You'll see a lot of them in here! Your guys' overwhelming love for them motivated me to write this story lmao)

THEME SONG:

He looked me in the eyes, and without a word He saw right through my soul And with an evil little grin, and a stench of sin He delivered me a message that I'll never forget Put your hands up, this is your last chance So boy, prepare to die Get ready to meet your maker Before I put one right between your eyes Get ready (get ready) For your resignation Get ready (get ready) For your salvation 'Cause when you wake up, you'll realize Who even cares if you're dead If you were never alive

MAIN CHARACTERS:

✦ Eve Primavera ✦ Asa Primavera ✦ Nova “Me” Fae ✦ Scamall “Cloud” Fae ✦ Spéir “Sky” Fae

ADDITIONAL INFO:

✦ obviously high fantasy ✦ mostly rustic & post-apocalyptic ✦ oh and TONS of action lmao ✦ hope you like intense magic fights! ✦ oh (x2) and mild aspects of horror ✦ (I'm @ominous-faechild, I HAVE to!) ✦ it's like a legal obligation lol

✦ includes: ✦ tons of lgbtqia+ rep ✦ gays. all the gays. ✦ nova's genderfluid (any/all) ✦ a closeted trans??? ✦ tbh one is nb af but that closet??? inescapable. ✦ neurodivergent rep ✦ eve & asa both audhd lol ✦ nova's audhd too lol ✦ sky and branch are autistic ✦ tbh it's safe to bet everyone is something ✦ expressions of cultures inspired by: ✦ middle ireland, ✦ germania, ✦ and criticisms of christianity

✦ trigger warnings: ✦ shows depictions of: ✦ sexism ✦ racism(?) (between fae/humans) ✦ xenophobia ✦ body dysphoria ✦ depression & anxiety ✦ religious zealotry ✦ religious trauma

THEMES:

✦ recognizing, breaking away from abusers, and learning to find yourself after departure

✦ accepting one's self ✦ especially for groups found "not traditionally acceptable" by society, which is reflected within eve and asa's home

✦ discrimination ✦ especially when artificial, or baseless

✦ “man, these religious zealots kinda suck” ✦ yeah it's a good mix of traumatic and cathartic here

MASTERLIST TABLE OF CONTENTS #FAERIE'S DAWN

CHARACTER INTROS:

✦ Eve Primavera (pending)

✦ Asa Primavera (pending)

✦ Nova “Me” Fae

✦ Scamall “Cloud” Fae (pending)

✦ Spéir “Sky” Fae

TAGS:

#high fantasy #action #action fantasy #diverse characters #fantasy #fantasy story #fantasy writing #fantasy world #magic world #worldbuilding #fantasy worldbuilding #comedy #humor

#diverse characters #poc in fantasy #poc characters #lgbtq+ characters #lgbtqia characters #lgbtq characters #lgbt fiction #neurodivergent characters #autistic characters #adhd character #autistic coded #autistic creator

#morally grey characters #morally gray #villain coded #feral oc #feral character

#faeries #faerie #the fae #fae #fae folk #faecore #fey oc

TAGLIST:

@honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

@seastarblue @rae-butter @teamarine777 @caffeinated-starsailor @oliolioxenfreewrites

@corinneglass @thebookishkiwi @storyteller-kara @themongosianhorse @theburningeyeofdawn

@notyourlocalworm @write-with-will @mildlybizarrecorvid @forgottenvalor @huewrite

@vesanal @differentnighttale @plip-plap-plop @olliedoesthings @pupculture

@princessuncertain @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @i-do-anything-but-write @a-zendrial

@real-fragments @lunauphternal @sullymarlowe @aalinaaaaaa @yourpenpaldee

@dangerousbunnyking @milday-dewinter @hoerikwaggo @thestorywitch @simonnebethel

@keeping-writing-frosty @cedence @sodalysm @amor-vivere @lovelyfirebouquet

@shabbyshoebox @creative-creatrues-hub @black-cubes @brightyellowsprite @cosmic-demonartist

@summermaes (ask and ye shall be added)

(tho actually I'mma add everybody who interacts with this post? or put them on my 'just tell me rq if you don't want to be included' list lol)

divider by @thyming

#the faechild original #the faechild navigation #faerie's dawn #story introduction #story intro #lgbt fiction #masterlist #high fantasy #action fantasy #sword and sorcery #fantasy worldbuilding #fantasy world #magic world #diverse characters #lgbtq+ characters #lgbtq characters #lgbtqia characters

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angstyandromanticwriting · 2 months ago

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☦︎︎ “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?” ☦︎︎

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[A Short Prompt For Today; WIP]

Minors DNI!!!

* Despite there being no smut/nothing particularly graphic in this one, I��m still dealing in hefty topics here to try and make it relevant to the main idea I had for these characters!

Takes place mainly after the events of the film [2024 version]; Regina and Reader have started their Senior Year at Northshore at this point in time!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.3k!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: self-doubt + depression, swearing, PTSD, anxiety + separation anxiety, a implied kidnapping; if I’ve missed anything here, please feel free to let me know - thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Birthday Present/I Know You Well

“We could get arrested for this,” you murmured cautiously, subconsciously looking around the dark area as Regina rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t be annoyed at you, a soft smile playing on her lips again.

Your heart skipped a beat when another stick snapped beneath your right foot, and she raised her eyebrows judgementally back at you, you tensing up a little in response to her icy gaze.

“S-Sorry,” you managed, your voice hardly there as she shook her head subconsciously, expression softening all over again.

“You’re okay,” she cooed softly, and goosebumps prickled along your arms as she reached for your right hand, and it was hard not to shudder - warm all over, as soon as you felt the fingers of her left lightly intermingling with the fingers of your right again. “It’s not too far, now,” she reassured again ever gently, and you still couldn’t believe she was here with you as she led you further down the woodland pathway, your heart skipping too many beats at a time again.

“You still haven’t told me where you’re taking me-”

“You don’t need to know, until we get there,” she repeated calmly, just like she had at least half an hour ago, before you’d both sneaked out of your and Cal’s homestead again.

“As long as it’s nothing to do with-..”

You winced, before falling quiet again, not sure if you should tell her, or not; you’d been cagey about your birthday since forever.

You just didn’t think anyone needed to know, as you tried not to think of dark rooms again.

You kept your head low, but Regina was distracted - thankfully enough.

“It should be just-..”

She looked to the right pathway, more brambly than ever.

“Reg,” you continued worriedly, not wanting her to get scratched as she tried to get her leg over a solitary and sharp-looking stick on the ground, succeeding with suspicious ease and familiarity.

You wondered if she’d been down here before, but you didn’t have much time to think, before she’d offered you her hand again, after having to let go to focus on the manoeuvre somehow.

“I - I don’t know if this is a good - what if we’re going onto someone’s property? There could be anything, around here-! I’ve not been this way before-”

“Jesus, Y/n - it’s not even that big of a deal, just - just trust me, okay?”

She interjected, her voice a little firmer than before, but not unkind - just slightly more exasperated.

You thought about it for a moment, before you sighed heavily again.

You didn’t want to disappoint her, as your hand met her own again.

It got hard to breathe, for a moment, when the warmth of her palm brushed against your own.

“You ready-?”

She inquired softly, her eyes ever brighter than before as you tried to recompose yourself, before you nodded tightly, and swallowed nervously again.

“Y-Yeah - I - I think so,” you managed, and she tried not to grin sheepishly over at you again, amused by the timid look on your face as she carefully began to aid you over the same obstacle, and you luckily managed to get over it, without getting your clothes snagged in any way, shape, or blissful form.

“See? Piece of cake, literally,” she remarked easily as she cleared her throat a little more awkwardly, and pressed herself to continue walking down the same pathway.

“That was not - I’m not even gonna say that,” you uttered, and she giggled softly ahead of you, the sound prompting your heart to skip a beat as you averted your gaze again, feel much too warm and fuzzy inside as you tried to focus on the ground below you, and whatever could be waiting to trip you up, somehow. “Hey, are - are you sure we - we shouldn’t have told Cal about this?”

You inquired, and Regina huffed impatiently ahead of you as she shook her head without hesitation.

“He wouldn’t have let us go,” she complained, sounding as if she were pouting a little, even.

“Y-Yeah, but-.. maybe - what if - what if he’s right to not let us come down here?”

You pressed, and she sighed, not even humouring your question at this point.

“Just - keep following me, okay? You won’t regret it, I promise,” she insisted.

You would probably find it hard to reject her for anything, anyway.

You obediently continued behind her, and you faltered when she stopped before you.

“Reg-?”

She held up a branch, and you winced when you realised she was holding it back from you.

“O-Oh - t-thanks,” you managed, and she smirked in your direction, only making it harder to breathe somehow.

“You’re welcome,” she replied simply, and you were acutely aware of the fact she was behind you, now.

“So, are - are we any closer, now?”

You pried, and she raised her eyebrows back at you, before huffing softly all over again.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, right?”

She responded as she gesticulated with her head toward the left pathway, now.

The trees were tall around the both of you, their leaves finally colourful again.

You couldn’t help, but smile at the sight, and her heart leaped as she glanced over at you, noticing the way your eyes were glinting, now.

“It - It’s pretty, right?”

She mused, and you found it hard to even speak as you nodded slowly, your heart pounding too fast all over again.

“Y-Yeah,” you answered softly, before you even realised the word had slipped from your lips, the way it did, then.

“Like you,” she added, eventually, as she averted her gaze timidly again.

You didn’t know what to say, as you glanced warily back at her, evidently not expecting the comment when it came.

“You - did you just-?”

You began cautiously, but she didn’t dare look back at you again as she shook her head tightly, not sure what had even made her think to say that, in the first place.

“We should probably-.. yeah,” she continued barely audibly as she meandered around you to continue down the new path-line.

Your heart sank a little at that, but you tried to shrug it off as you followed closely behind her, feeling colder than you did, earlier.

It was when there was a makeshift archway of a split tree that you lifted your gaze, your heart jolting all over again as you did.

The clearing ahead was bright; so bright, and colourful - the flower variations were many.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze fell upon her again, before you winced when you realised she was looking back at you still.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you stammered a little as she raised her eyebrows, tilting her head a little.

“For-?”

She questioned, and you tried to think of the right words you could say.

“I - I just-.. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I-.. I’m sorry,” you uttered as you timidly inched closer to her, and her eyebrows furrowed a little again.

“Hey-”

She gently caught your right hand within her own again.

You tensed up as soon as you felt it, before you warily looked back at her, your heart pounding too fast again.

“Y-You okay-?”

You murmured, before cursing yourself for being so vulnerable around her as you turned to face her a little more, her eyes never leaving your’s again.

“Y-Yeah, I just - I’m okay, I just wanted you to - to know that-.. I wanted you to know that-..”

She sighed, wishing it weren’t so hard to communicate around you sometimes; she just didn’t want to say something wrong around you; she didn’t want to push you away from her; didn’t want to lose you, and it scared her to think that she didn’t know what that meant, yet.

“Look, you - you don’t need to apologise to me. For anything, okay? You - You’ve never done anything to - to hurt me, in any way, a-and I-.. I could never do anything to hurt you, either.”

You didn’t know what to even think right now as you listened to her contently, smiling faintly up at her again.

“You - You know that, right?”

She asked, looking almost - fearful, that you’d say ‘no’, but you could never do that to her.

Yes, you knew that - from things you’d heard around Northshore before you’d even met her - she had been involved in many things you’d rather avoid in a person.

However, when you’d actually met her, it was like she was a new person.

Sure, you’d both started out being awkward around one another, and you even dismissive at times whenever she had to shadow you around the stables, but it was when she’d found you crying and shaking outside of one of the pastures that you felt almost - safer, around her.

You’d remembered how she pulled you close to her, you struggling against her as if you were in one of your occasional episodic fits, before she’d taken off her jacket to wrap it around you again.

You didn’t think you’d ever seen her scared before, the way you had, that day.

Sometimes you still dreamt that you were in her arms, her fingers in your hair as she tried to soothe you as much as she could.

You didn’t even dream of the bad men anymore; it was just her.

Every sense of her being.

You cautiously shifted in place, before you mustered up a faint ‘yes’, and pairing it with an even briefer ‘of course I do’.

She expressed relief, at that.

Her eyes glistened all over again, and you revelled in how blue they were.

“Good, that - that’s good,” she mustered up slowly, and your heart sank a little when her eyes avoided your’s for a moment. “That’s always good,” she added even softer, as if she’d not intended for you to hear it that time, particularly, “because-..”

She sighed, struggling to find the right phrasing again, as well as the confidence to spark up what she wanted to say to you.

“Okay - don’t get mad, because - because - I-.. shit-.. okay, I might have asked Cal when your birthday was.”

You faltered as you shook your head timidly, trying not to get scared again; you knew you were okay - she was here; you were here - they couldn’t get you here.

They - They just couldn’t, right?

“So, I - I had this great idea, a-and-.. and I just wanted - I wanted to do something for you, because - I don’t even know, but I - I just - I think I-”

You didn’t know what made you do it.

You didn’t even think about it, your gaze drifting down to her soft lips.

You’d wondered how soft they could actually be.

So, you just - you kissed her.

You’d been ready for her to push you away; you really thought she would, but it was you yourself who pulled away in the end, stammering a little nervously as you kept your head low, wondering if you’d fucked up already.

Little did you know, it had made her feel empty, to have you pull away like that.

“I - I’m so - I didn’t mean-”

“So, you - you wanted to too, right?”

She interjected softly, and you would appear taken aback as you gazed back at her again, and she smiled thinly back at you.

“W-What are you-?”

It was her turn, and as soon as her lips were on your’s you couldn’t think anymore; it just - stopped you from being able to do anything somehow as you just melted into the touch, even allowing her to deepen the kiss a little as she eased you back gently against the tree behind you.

This all just felt - so-..

You were hardly conscious, when the kiss had ended again.

It was only when she giggled a little breathlessly that you could direct your gaze back to her again.

“I - I was scared you wouldn’t-..”

She winced, before averting her gaze again as she awkwardly shuffled in place, you finding yourself stuck just admiring her, your back still against the tree.

“You - You did like it, didn’t you? It - It’s okay, if - if not, I - I just, you - you know.”

She fell quiet again, finding she couldn’t bring herself to look back up at you as she awaited a response, you hardly breathing anymore.

“R-Reg-?”

You mustered up, eventually.

She hummed quietly to show she was listening, and your lips moved silently for a moment as you tried to recompose yourself a little, until you finally managed to continue, and her heart skipped a beat when your voice finally sounded again.

“Can - Can you - Can you please kiss me again?”

You requested barely audibly, and she couldn’t believe it as her eyes glinted again, before she nodded timidly back at you.

“Er, s-sure,” she answered softly, her voice close to a whisper, at this point, as she inched closer to you again, your heart pounding loud in your ears as she closed the gap between you both again.

You wondered if it was a bad thing that you didn’t care if you couldn’t breathe anymore, as her lips brushed against your own so blissfully all over again.

It was almost as if she were afraid of hurting you, if she didn’t kiss you as delicately as she was, now.

You hardly noticed that the kiss was over again, when she turned your head a little to the left side, before she pressed an even softer kiss to your right cheek, you revelling in the moment as she rested her chin upon your right shoulder again.

“Oh, and - Y/n?”

You nodded timidly as you tried to calm down; tried to steady your breathing pattern as heat flooded over your face again.

“H-Hm?”

Was all you could manage - verbally - right now.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you’re enjoying this new concept of a Short Prompt an Occasional Day kinda thing!

I certainly enjoyed writing it; I just feel I need to work a bit more on the delivery!

Hopefully, I will be able to write one for tomorrow, as well, but I probably won’t be able to post it until a bit later in the day!

I will probably also be adding these prompts onto the Masterlist dedicated to their characters, as well as ao3!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again soon!

For now, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H. 💜

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theladyofshalott1989 · 1 year ago

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🏳️‍🌈 Queer Hogwarts: Legacy Fanfic Masterlist

Hogwarts: Legacy fans, whether you be a creative yourself or a content consumer, send me your queer content and recs! I will update this list regularly. LGBTQIA+ inclusive Guidelines for Submission: - The main pairing should be on the LGBTQIA+ Spectrum - If the main pairing isn't queer, then the author should be - Self-recs are welcome and strongly encouraged! - Please include the author's username, a link to the fic or series, any pertinent categories, and specify any possible triggers and/or warnings (same as you would do for AO3). Note: I will do my best to double-check for triggers and warnings as well.

List of fics after the cut:

Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (m/m) fics:

Angst, happy ending, post-canon, multi-chapter, Transmasc main character x Sebastian Sallow, werewolves as queer allegory, trans and gay author (@heyitszev on Tumblr):

✪ To be Loved is to be Changed series by Unreliablenarrator on AO3

The events of Hogwarts: Legacy through post-canon, multi-chapter, Sebastian Sallow POV, bisexual Sebastian Sallow, friends to lovers, banter, relic possession, Ravenclaw Male main character x Sebastian Sallow, bi author (@theladyofshalott1989 on Tumblr) *Content warnings: The second multi-chapter fic ("Burning Bright") is underage explicit.

✪ The Like Moths to a Flame Series by TheLadyofShalott1989 on AO3

Coming of age, post-canon, multi-chapter, Multiracial Slytherin Male main character x Sebastian Sallow (@dom1re on Tumblr):

✪ The Keepers by domire on AO3

Imelda Reyes x Nerida Roberts (f/f) fics:

Fluffy romance, broken friendship, found love, love confessions, first kiss, one-shot (@amberlide on Tumblr):

✪ Reflection by Amberlide on AO3

Imelda Reyes x Female MC (f/f) fics:

Romantic gesture, Quidditch team spirit, banter, post-canon, one-shot, Gryffindor Female main character x Imelda Reyes (@ellivenollivander on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ My Colours by Ellivenollivander on AO3

Mirabel Garlick x Female OC (f/f) fics:

Muggle/witch relationship, fluff, introspection, declaration of love, one-shot (@libellule-ao3 on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Mature rating, implied sexual content:

✪ Late Bloom by Libellule_Sulfureuse on AO3

Natsai Onai x Female OC (f/f) fics:

Established relationship, fluff, introspection, one-shot, werewolf Female OC (@boxdstars on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Nondescript gore mentioned in passing:

✪ Cold Mornings by boxdstars on Tumblr

Poppy Sweeting x Female MC (f/f) fics:

Developing relationship, post-canon, multi-chapter, Slytherin Female main character x Poppy Sweeting (@celestial--sapphic on Tumblr):

✪ Kiss me (like you wanna be loved) by Celestial__sapphic on AO3

Friends to lovers, idiots in love, slow-burn, post-canon, multi-chapter, Hufflepuff Female main character x Poppy Sweeting (@espressoristretto-patronum on Tumblr):

✪ To me, she is the sun by espressoristrettopatronum on AO3

Poppy Sweeting x Female Reader (f/f) fics:

Friends to lovers, fluff, minor queer angst, post-canon, one-shot, second-person POV (@crushribbons on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ honeysuckle by crushribbons on Tumblr

Prewlow (Leander Prewett x Sebastian Sallow) (m/m) fics:

Trans male character, bi male characters, friends to lovers, Leander Prewett x Sebastian Sallow (@rypnami on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Implied/mild transphobia:

✪ more than anything by starryflight on AO3

Sebinis (Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt) (m/m) fics:

Pining, banter, chess, post-canon, one-shot, Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow (@the-invisibility-bloke, @kis0_0kis on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ The Last Gambit, written by the_invisibility_bloke, illustrated by kis0_0kis on AO3

Garreth Weasley x Male MC (m/m) fics:

Multiple Player Characters, Canon divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slow-burn, Mutual Pining (@saibugslegacy on Tumblr)

✪ A Mourning Warning, written by saibugfics on AO3

Bisexual Garreth Weasley, POV Garreth Weasley, Fluff and Smut, Gay Sex, Loss of Virginity, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Dark Garreth Weasley (@pheexblack on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit

✪ Snake in the Lion's Den, written by PheexBlack (Shanza_Bonanza) & OmbeodBlack on AO3

Poly fics:

Modern Day AU, F/M/M, one-shot, smut, Female MC x Sebastian Sallow x Garreth Weasley (@pheexblack on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ Dare-aoke Night by Shanza_Bonanza on AO3

Morally gray MC, post-canon, dark content, Anne & Solomon bashing, dubious happy ending, multi-chapter, Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x Gender Neutral MC *Content warnings: Explicit:

✪ Everybody Wants To Rule THEIR World by Jazlyn_Riddle on AO3

Multi-ship fics:

Fix-it, found family, multi-chapter, Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt, Anne Sallow x Female main character, eventual Anne Sallow x Female MC x Poppy Sweeting (@gothic-lottie on Tumblr) *Content warnings: Major and minor character death:

✪ The Tales of Isobel Morgana series by Gothic_Lottie on AO3

AroAce fics:

Trans Male main character, adoption, coming out (@endeavour12345 on Tumblr):

✪ First Encounters by Endeavour12345 on AO3

Let's goooooooooo! Send me ALL THE QUEER CONTENT (please and thank you) <3333333

Also, authors, if you see your content here and are not happy with how it is categorized, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reach out to me and I will happily change anything and everything (even remove you from the list if you don't want to be on it!). THANK YOU, LOVELIES. You are loved and appreciated <333333 I should also note I've never done a masterlist before, so please bear with me as I'm learning. Phew. 😅😅😅

#hogwarts legacy fanfics #hogwarts legacy queer fanfics #queer fanfics #hogwarts legacy queer fanfic masterlist #LGBTQIA+ fanfics

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dreamwithlost · 10 months ago

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UMA ÚLTIMA VEZ

Karina x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Sáfico, smut, leve fluff e angst

W.C: 3K (Sim, estava inspirada)

Avisos: Eventual smut, fingering, oral (Não sei colocar avisos, perdão)

ᏪNotas: Tenho 3 pontos a levantar aqui: 1- Isso não era para ser um smut, mas as coisas foram indo KKKKKK... Daí eu me senti confortável o suficiente para escrever meu PRIMEIRO smut (?), então, aí está!. 2- Estou lendo muito romance de época ultimamente, então acho que por isso, apesar de ser uma história atual, minha escrita ficou um pouco pendida para essa coisa mais frufruzenta, todavia eu gostei! Espero que gostem também ♡. 3- Vambora.

Naquele dia, as discussões triviais sobre as maiores dores que uma pessoa poderia sentir na vida pareciam ainda mais insignificantes. Era curioso como raramente se mencionavam sofrimentos que não fossem físicos nesses debates. Contudo, naquela tarde, ao segurar o convite de casamento dourado de Yu JiMin, ou melhor, Karina — Como gostava de ser chamada — com mãos trêmulas, você percebeu que, pelo menos para você, não haveria dor maior do que perder o amor de sua vida.

Sem conseguir pensar com clareza, você cancelou todos os compromissos, fez uma mala às pressas e entrou no carro, dirigindo por cinco horas ininterruptas até a casa da Yu.

Seus pensamentos começaram a se organizar apenas quando os olhos amendoados dela apareceram ao atender a porta.

— Karina — Um sussurro escapou de seus lábios enquanto observava a nova tonalidade nas madeixas da mais velha. O tom de loiro platinado parecia se encaixar perfeitamente com a sua beleza etérea.

— Você? O que... — Karina questionou, olhando ao redor como se estivesse sendo seguida. — O que está fazendo aqui? — Finalmente conseguiu completar, mas uma resposta tardou a sair de você.

O que... O que estava fazendo ali?

A loira tomou seu braço, puxando-a para dentro da residência. Você permaneceu onde foi deixada, estática na porta agora fechada, observando os passos ansiosos de sua... amiga? Tudo que conseguiu fazer foi levantar o convite de casamento que havia carregado durante todo o trajeto em sua mão.

— Você vai se casar? — A pergunta saiu mais como um suspiro.

— Oh — Karina exclamou, interrompendo sua movimentação ansiosa e finalmente fixando o olhar em você — Sim, irei me casar com Kyung.

Você sentiu seu coração apertar ainda mais com aquela afirmação, embora já esperasse por ela. Conhecia o rapaz em questão, esbelto, alegre, e sucessor de uma grande empresa na área da beleza, assim como ela.

— E por que me enviou o convite?

— Porque não queria fazer isso sem que você soubesse, parecia errado — Ela respondeu com uma indiferença desproporcional ao peso daqueles sentimentos, desviando o olhar e caminhando para a cozinha como se nada estivesse acontecendo.

— Você não pensou o quanto isso me machucaria?

Um riso breve, tingido de deboche, escapou da loira enquanto você a seguiu até o cômodo ao lado.

— Por que te machucaria? — Questionou, concentrada no copo de água que servia a si mesma.

Era verdade... Havia essa circunstância que, em meio ao turbilhão de sentimentos, você havia temporariamente esquecido.

Vocês haviam vivido um romance secreto por algum tempo, após se conhecerem na empresa onde trabalhavam. Karina, a filha do dono e herdeira de uma das mais renomadas marcas de cosméticos da Coreia do Sul, e você, embora gerente, uma mera funcionária em comparação. Não foi a primeira vez que você se interessou por uma mulher, mas foi a primeira vez que algo além do desejo floresceu em seu peito ao beijar aquela tradicional e ingênua garota. Não recordava exatamente como tudo começou, mas lembrava-se de um medo e ardor crescente em seus olhares a cada vez que se cruzavam. Tornaram-se um casal excepcional, daqueles que todos sonham em ser um dia. Ela lhe ensinou o que era ser verdadeiramente amada, e você, o que era ser livre.

No entanto, no fundo, ambas sabiam que aquilo jamais poderia durar. Quando Karina sugeriu que lutassem pelo seu amor, anunciando-o ao mundo, você não foi capaz de destruir a vida brilhante da garota dessa maneira. Foi a primeira a verbalizar aquela verdade cruel, o elefante no meio da sala. As palavras duras que proferiu ainda ressoavam em sua mente, a forma como afirmou não amá-la do modo que ela esperava — embora, na verdade, sentisse até mais do que ela poderia imaginar —, as lágrimas escorrendo por sua pele macia, o sorriso amarelado que a deu, desejando-lhe o mais perfeito e belo futuro.

Afinal, o que poderia oferecer a ela? Uma vida mediana, cercada de sensacionalismos que sairiam nas manchetes, e o olhar reprovador de sua família?

Você imaginou que conseguiria viver longe dela, deixar que seguisse o fluxo natural de seu destino, ser feliz com algum homem à sua altura, que pudesse tratá-la bem e amá-la ao menos metade do que você a amava, dar a dignidade que ela merecia. Mas ao receber aquele convite, você percebeu que não conseguiria.

Não conseguia perdê-la assim, deixando seu coração partido, com aquele ódio falsificado.

— Me machucaria porque eu te amo mais do que amei qualquer outra pessoa em toda a minha vida, Karina — Você confessou, dando um passo em direção à loira, sentindo uma lágrima solitária escorrer de seu olho ao finalmente poder dizer aquilo. E observou as íris trêmulas e marejadas da mais baixa lhe fitando mais uma vez.

Você se aproximou mais um pouco, estava apenas alguns passos de distância, quase capaz de tocá-la, quando a loira recuou, se afastando e lhe fazendo parar ali mesmo, próxima à pia, percebendo o medo ou desconforto. Sentiu um déjà-vu como da primeira vez que ousou se aproximar da empresária.

— E por que está me dizendo isso agora? — Karina questionou, seu rosto avermelhado tentando impedir que as lágrimas escorressem. Ela nunca havia sido boa nisso, mas lhe surpreendeu ver que havia melhorado, e agora era apenas você que se desmantelava em lágrimas. — Por que não disse isso quando eu gritei aos quatro cantos do mundo que lhe amava?! — Ela exclamou, batendo uma das mãos sobre a bancada de madeira do recinto.

— Eu não queria acabar com a sua vida — Você argumentou em meio às lágrimas. — Achei que conseguiria ficar longe de você — seus pés insistiram em dar um novo passo em sua direção. — Que poderia viver sabendo que provavelmente me odiava.

— Então por que decidiu atrapalhar tudo agora? Por que está me maltratando dessa forma? É você que não pensou em como isso me machucaria — A primeira lágrima escorreu por sua pele acetinada, apesar de sua voz ter voltado à calmaria que aparentemente havia adquirido.

Você respirou fundo, absorvendo as palavras da garota. Afinal, ela estava certa, você sempre foi boa nisso, tomar as piores decisões possíveis.

Por que diabos você estava ali?

— Você tem razão — Murmurou, planejando cada sílaba que saía de seus lábios com uma clareza dolorosa, tomando consciência de suas ações na mesma velocidade em que falava.

Era quase como se a justificativa que proferisse para a mais velha fosse também a resposta para o apagão que a levou até ali. Apesar do trajeto longo, era como se tudo fosse uma nuvem de fumaça, e sua alma tivesse retornado à Terra apenas quando aqueles olhos brilhantes do anjo daquela casa lhe tocaram.

— Eu só não podia deixar que você subisse ao altar sem saber a verdade, sem saber que te amo — Você finalmente entendeu o que desejava, e pela primeira vez, não se arrependeu. — Não podia te entregar a outra pessoa assim, sem que soubesse que daria minha vida por ti, que — Você fez uma pausa, se aproximando da bancada — Que você pode se casar com o homem que for, mas serei eu, a mulher que mais te amará em toda a sua existência. — Vocês estavam cara a cara agora. — E que serei a pessoa que mais terá medo, no mundo todo, de te perder.

— Você nunca me perderia — Karina ousou sussurrar, se permitindo participar daquela sessão de confissões como se um peso tivesse sido tirado de seu peito. — Eu sempre serei sua, mesmo quando você, sem querer, acabou com a minha vida naquela noite em que terminou comigo — A loira umedeceu os lábios. — Mas eu… eu não posso mais... Tenho...

— Eu sei — Você a interrompeu, colocando uma de suas mãos sobre a dela, repousada na madeira escura. Você já sabia o que ela diria. — Eu não vim para pedir que abandone tudo por mim mais uma vez — Você acariciou as costas de sua mão, concedendo o desejo daqueles dedos finos, entrelaçando-os com os seus.

— O que você veio fazer aqui então? — Ela questionou, apreensiva.

— Te pedir para ser apenas nós duas, uma última vez.

Era isso, o desespero, o arrependimento e o amor inconfessável que ainda a consumiam levaram você a tomar aquela decisão impulsiva, a viagem que parecia interminável, guiada apenas pela esperança de uma última chance, uma última palavra, uma última noite.

Karina olhou para você, seus olhos revelando um misto de dor e desejo. Por um instante, o tempo pareceu congelar, e vocês estavam de volta àquele primeiro beijo roubado na sala de reuniões, às risadas cúmplices e aos sussurros apaixonados. Ela hesitou, mas então, suavemente, assentiu.

— Uma última vez — Murmurou, deixando-se envolver pelo sentimento que nunca havia realmente desaparecido.

Naquele momento, nada mais importava. Você sabia que, independentemente do que o futuro reservasse, aquela tarde seria eternamente gravada em sua memória, uma chama ardente que jamais se extinguiria.

Vocês tinham muito a compartilhar, tantas histórias não contadas, pequenos segredos triviais que a ausência e a distância haviam cultivado. Contudo, nenhuma palavra foi proferida antes que seus lábios se encontrassem em um beijo arrebatador. Seus olhares se cruzaram, e o mundo ao redor desapareceu, envolto em um manto de desejo e paixão, como se nada mais importasse além daquele instante.

Karina entrelaçou os braços ao redor de seu pescoço, e suas mãos se perderam nas madeixas longas e sedosas dela. O beijo, inicialmente impetuoso, se transformou em uma dança lenta e hipnotizante, suas línguas se encontrando com a intensidade de ímãs que não podiam se separar. Seus corpos, aquecidos pelo fervor daquele momento, se moviam lentamente em direção ao quarto, guiados pelo desejo incontrolável.

A respiração tornou-se um suspiro entrecortado quando seus lábios finalmente se afastaram. Ambas se deitaram na cama, seu corpo sobre o dela, explorando cada contorno com dedos ávidos, apertando os seios suavemente antes de descer pela cintura e quadris. O cropped rendado de Karina, que revelava seu umbigo, foi deslizado para cima por sua mão, e retirado com uma lentidão deliberada, cada movimento uma promessa silenciosa de prazer.

Você traçou uma trilha de beijos de seu pescoço até os seios desnudos, ouvindo os suaves arfares da Yu, que puxava seu cabelo, os olhos cerrados em êxtase. Por um breve momento, você interrompeu os beijos e ergueu o rosto para contemplá-la, os olhos encontrando-se em uma troca silenciosa de desejo e necessidade.

— Não devíamos ter começado conversando? — Você perguntou com um sorriso ladino.

— Depois a gente conversa — Karina murmurou, sentando-se ligeiramente e deslizando as mãos até sua camisa, incentivando-a a tirá-la também. — Primeiro, eu preciso de você.

Com um leve tremor de antecipação, você removeu sua camisa, sentindo o ar frio contra sua pele quente, e lentamente também retirou o sutiã preto. Karina observava cada movimento seu com olhos intensos, cada gesto alimentando a crescente tensão entre vocês. Ela se ergueu lentamente, os olhos fixos nos seus, ambas ajoelhadas sobre os lençóis, e semelhante a sua ação anterior, começou a traçar uma linha de beijos pelo seu peito, descendo devagar, como se estivesse memorizando cada centímetro de sua pele.

Os dedos dela exploravam seu corpo com uma delicadeza que contrastava com a intensidade do momento. Seus lábios desenhavam um caminho de fogo que queimava de desejo. Quando ela finalmente alcançou sua cintura, o mundo pareceu parar.

Com um movimento suave, Karina deslizou suas mãos até a borda da sua calça, desfazendo o botão com uma habilidade que fazia seu coração acelerar ainda mais. Você suspirou quando se deitou, e sentiu o tecido deslizar por suas pernas, observando a loira também retirar seus trajes de baixo; logo estavam ambas despidas, envoltas apenas pela luz suave que iluminava o quarto.

Você voltou a subir na mulher, seus dedos brincando, desenhando uma linha pelo corpo dela, da clavícula até os quadris, antes de se inclinar e retomar o caminho de beijos, explorando cada curva com devoção. O som suave dos suspiros de Karina enchia o quarto, uma música que alimentava seu desejo.

Ela puxou você para mais perto, suas mãos deslizando por suas costas, os corpos se moldando um ao outro com uma maestria que parecia quase surreal. O calor crescente entre vocês era insuportável, uma chama que ameaçava consumir ambas, mas nenhuma de vocês queria que aquilo terminasse. Os beijos se tornaram mais profundos, mais urgentes, enquanto suas mãos exploravam cada centímetro de pele com uma fome insaciável. E assim, naquele quarto iluminado pela luz suave do sol poente, duas almas se encontraram e se fundiram, em um encontro que transcendeu o tempo e a realidade.

Com cada movimento, cada toque, a atmosfera ao redor de vocês se carregava de uma eletricidade palpável. Seus lábios ansioso, logo deixaram um rastro ardente pela pele dela, descendo lentamente até alcançar o ponto onde seus corpos se encontravam em um íntimo entrelace.

Você suspirou contra a pele de Karina, sentindo o calor irradiar dela, o desejo palpável em cada respiração entrecortada. Seus dedos começaram a deslizar suavemente pelas coxas dela, sentindo a maciez e a firmeza enquanto se aproximavam cada vez mais de seu destino. Os olhos de Karina estavam semicerrados, a expectativa brilhando neles enquanto ela mordia levemente o lábio inferior.

Com delicadeza, seus dedos deslizaram para dentro da intimidade dela, encontrando-a já molhada de desejo, enquanto seus lábios brincavam suavemente com seu clitóris. Karina arqueou as costas levemente, soltando um gemido baixo que fez seu coração acelerar ainda mais. Você começou a mover seus dedos com uma lentidão provocadora, explorando-a com a precisão de quem conhecia cada ponto sensível, cada lugar que a fazia tremer de prazer.

O ritmo começou a aumentar gradualmente, cada movimento provocando uma reação visceral de Karina. Seus gemidos se tornaram mais altos, mais clementes, enquanto ela se movia ao encontro de seus dedos, buscando mais daquela sensação inebriante. Seus lábios se moveram para os seios dela, beijando e chupando os mamilos com uma intensidade que arrancava novos gemidos de suas cordas vocais.

Com a mão livre, você segurou a dela, entrelaçando seus dedos enquanto a outra se movia mais rápido, pressionando e acariciando com uma precisão que fazia Karina tremer de prazer e angustia sensual por não poder levar uma de suas palmas até a brincadeira mais abaixo. O som da respiração pesada dela e o clamar do seu nome em um sussurro desesperado encheram o quarto, criando uma sinfonia de desejo e entrega. Seus olhos se encontraram mais uma vez, e você viu a rendição completa neles, o desejo puro e bruto que a consumia. Seus dedos se moviam com uma destreza crescente, cada toque, cada pressão meticulosamente calculada para levar Karina mais perto do abismo.

Você acertou o ritmo de sua mão, sentindo o corpo de Karina se arquear em resposta, seu próprio desejo crescendo ao presenciar o dela. Seus dedos se moviam com destreza, cada toque, cada pressão, meticulosamente calculada para levar Karina ao ápice.

E então, com um último e profundo movimento, Karina agarrou-se ao colchão, um gemido alto escapando de seus lábios enquanto o prazer a dominava completamente. Seus olhos se fecharam, e por um momento, o tempo pareceu parar, capturando aquele instante de êxtase puro, uma memória que ficaria gravada em ambas para sempre.

Ainda ofegante e com o corpo tremendo das ondas de prazer que a consumiram, Karina abriu os olhos lentamente, encontrando os seus. Seus lábios ainda estavam entreabertos, um sorriso satisfeito surgindo enquanto ela reunia forças para mover-se. Com um gesto gentil, ela empurrou você para deitar ao seu lado, os corpos ainda entrelaçados no calor daquele momento.

A loira suspirou, ainda sentindo os resquícios de seu primeiro clímax do dia pulsarem por seu corpo. Ela se virou para você, seus olhos brilhando com uma combinação de exaustão e desejo renovado. Com uma expressão determinada e sedutora, Karina começou a explorar seu corpo com as mãos, seus dedos ainda trêmulos de prazer, mas firmes em sua intenção.

Eles deslizaram suavemente pelo seu abdômen, traçando linhas invisíveis, enquanto ela se aproximava mais. A respiração da Yu ainda estava pesada, os olhos semicerrados, mas sua determinação era clara. Ela começou a acariciar sua pele com toques leves, quase provocadores, antes de descer lentamente até sua intimidade.

Você sentiu um arrepio percorrer sua espinha quando os dedos de Karina encontraram seu ponto mais sensível, começando a se mover com uma lentidão deliberada. Seus dedos exploravam com precisão, cada movimento calculado para provocar uma reação intensa. A mistura do toque suave e da firmeza em seus gestos fazia seu corpo reagir imediatamente, um gemido suave escapando de seus lábios.

— Ainda quer conversar primeiro? A gente pode — A mais velha sussurrou maldosamente em seu ouvido, todavia você a cortou, afobada, antes mesmo que terminasse.

— Tem muitas formas de se conversar né — Brincou, deslizando uma de suas mãos até a dela em seu intimo, lhe incentivando a não parar.

Karina riu de forma gostosa com aquela resposta, e ainda recuperando-se de seu próprio êxtase, parecia determinada a devolver a intensidade que havia recebido. Seus dedos se moviam com mais confiança, aumentando gradualmente o ritmo, enquanto ela observava cada uma de suas reações. O prazer crescia em ondas, levando você mais perto do clímax.

Ela se inclinou para beijar você, seus lábios encontrando os seus em um beijo profundo e apaixonado, enquanto seus dedos continuavam a trabalhar com destreza. O som de suas respirações pesadas e os gemidos de prazer preenchiam qualquer mal entendido que um dia puderam ter, uma sinfonia de desejo e entrega mútua.

Karina sussurrou palavras de encorajamento em seu ouvido, seus dedos movendo-se com uma intensidade crescente, guiando você habilmente em direção a um orgasmo. Cada movimento era uma promessa silenciosa de prazer, cada toque uma declaração de seu desejo por você.

Finalmente, o clímax chegou como um golpe avassalador, seus corpos se arquearam em uníssono enquanto você se entregava completamente ao momento. Seus gemidos se misturaram, criando uma melodia de prazer compartilhado que parecia ecoar infinitamente no quarto.

Era como se a certeza daquela ultima vez juntas, além da tristeza que poderia lhe embargar, fazia com que qualquer outro sentimento fosse ainda mais intenso. Sem precisar de palavras, vocês sabiam que aquele dia seria eternamente lembrado, um momento de conexão profunda e apego incontrolável.

Você não precisava mais temer, pois Karina se lembraria eternamente de seu amor e seu toque, assim como você se lembraria dela.

— Talvez quando formos velhinhas… — Você sussurrou, totalmente embargada pelo prazer que ainda sentia pulsando por seu corpo.

— Como em Evelyn Hugo? — A loira questionou, sendo agora ela a ficar por cima de ti, brincando com seu corpo desnudo.

— Sim, mas com um final menos dramático — Afirmou, puxando-a para mais um beijo.

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Guidelines and Masterlist

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Hello! Thank you so much for joining me on my writing journey! (I update my Masterlist every time I post a fic of some kind, except match ups as those are personal). Check guidelines before requesting.

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I'll do head canons/imagines/oneshots/match ups/custom incorrect quotes and feel free to ask

What I won't write/or a grey area:

I do not write requests with anything including yandere, stalker, s*xual assault or involving characters unaliving thyselves.

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General guidelines for requesting:

For match ups, just send me the fandom from my list and a little bit about yourself!

I need a basic description of your physical features (hair color and eye color), some about your personality and hobbies and whether you want a male or female character!

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Doesn't matter your gender/sexuality, I will try and do gender neutral readers. I can definitely to female reader and I would be willing to try and write a male reader!

My fandoms are:

To Wong Fu, thanks for everything, Julie Newmar

The Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

the Outsiders

Boondock saints

Tombstone 1993

top gun (1&2)

Troy (2004)

Star wars (the Bad Batch, the Mandalorien, and movies 4 to 6)

Hamilton

Night at the Museum (1&2)

Enola Holmes

the 13th warrior

Pride and Prejudice (1995)

Doctor who

Sherlock BBC

Princess bride

Prince of Egypt

Robin Hood: Prince of thieves

Robin Hood: men in tights

X-men

pirates of the Caribbean

some Disney

Gladiator

I will also write for the Iliad, the Odyssey and Greek mythology overall (yes, I am a nerd lol) and Arthurian legends and characters. And honestly, I'll try to write for anything because I love a challenge but I do reserve the right to not do one I do not think I can do.

My longer stories which are on my quotev account and cross posted here:

Life is like a box of chocolates- A Forrest Gump fic. What if Forrest had another friend? His younger sister, Cecelia Rose, would always be his friend. Throughout their childhood, she helped him with homework, to adult hood, when she helped him with his shrimp business. This book does deal with the sensitive topics. (the masterlist)

The day she turned seventeen...and the aftermath- A Star Wars fic. Rhea is basically a genius. Half Arkanian, she has enough brains to take down the empire. Which is the very same reason they want her dead. After a life full of pain and loss, this time losing the one place she feels she belongs in this world, she cracks her knuckles and gets to work doing what she can to survive. But, will she thrive?

Daughter of Warriors- A Hobbit and Lord of the rings fic aka my pride and joy. Amira is a daughter, sister, student, ranger, warrior, and friend. Follow her as she learns and grows to embody all the roles that life, and sometimes Gandalf, have cast her for. (the masterlist)

Masterlist:

Tombstone 1993

Headcanons for romantic relationships with Tombstone men

Fancy- potential Wyatt, doc, or Johnny x f!reader

Wyatt Earp

Fancy- (Wyatt Earp's ending)

Doc Holliday

Fancy- (Doc Holliday's ending)

Platonic headcanons with Doc Holliday (gn!reader)

Johnny Ringo

Fancy-(Ringo's ending)

Troy (2004)/the Iliad cause I like both

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 2

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 3

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 4

General headcanons:

Modern au! Men of Troy (2004) with Spanish speaking gn!reader (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris, and Odysseus)

Men of Troy (2004) doing the trend to Rhianna’s song breaking dishes except in ancient Greece (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

NSFW Headcanons for asking the man of troy if you can ride their face. Female reader.

Headcanons for cuddling with the men of Troy (2004)

The Men of Troy (2004) reacting to the reader being groped unwantedly by a strange man

Headcanons for coming out to the characters Troy (2004) (LGBTQIA+ oriented)

Headcanons for waking up with the men of Troy (2004) gn!reader (features Achilles, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

Soldier. Poet. King. - a song fic with endings for Achilles ending Hector ending Odysseus ending

Girl's just wanna have fun-Achilles x Y/n and Hector x Muse

Achilles:

A quiet moment- Achilles x F!reader

Chance meeting- Achilles x F!reader

Sea shells by the sea shore- Achilles x gn!reader

the prequel- Captive hearts (told form Achilles pov)

the main story- Comfort in your arms- Achilles x female reader

part two- Haunted past. New beginnings.

You for you (Achilles edition) Achilles x female reader

Lament of friends Achilles x sibling!gn!reader, after Patroclus dies, his best friend is left hurt and tired of the constant war. (Angst)

Headcanons for Achilles as gn!readers older brother

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Achilles with gn!reader

Imagine giving Achilles a back rub as he talks shit about Agamemnon...

Imagine Achilles comforting you when he finds you crying...

Hector:

Wedding dance- Hector x f!reader

Headcanons for Hector as a girl dad with daughter!reader

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Hector with gn!reader

Imagine Hector comforting you after he finds you crying...

Odysseus:

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Odysseus with gn!reader

Hands of healing Odysseus x reader fic that was requested

Patroclus:

Imagine taking care of Patroclus after he gets cut sparing with Achilles...

Briseis:

You for you (Briseis edition)

Star wars:

The Bad Batch:

Wrecker:

Imagine Wrecker trying to teach gn!reader to punch but.....

Disney:

Pixie hallow (4 to 6 fairys per request please for headcanons or preferances)

Headcanons for Tinkerbell, Silvermist, Fawn and Vidia with a platonic! female!human!reader who plays the Ocarina

Frozen:

Headcanons for Elsa and Anna having an adopted younger sibling (gn!reader)

Cinderella:

Headcanons for what if the blue fairy visit Ed Cinderella instead of the fairy godmother

Sleeping beauty:

Headcanons for being Aurora's adopted younger sibling

Hercules:

Kiss the girl- Hercules x F!reader

Wish:

Starboy:

Headcanons for Starboy as a partner

Lord of the rings:

Imagine the fellowship taking care of you while your sick...

Aragorn:

Imagine Aragorn listening to your info dump about your current hyper focus and he's just happy you trust him enough to do so…

BBC Sherlock:

Imagine spending Christmas with your older brother John and his friend Sherlock.....

X-men:

Imagine wrapping Christmas presents with Professor X

Imagine Professor X and Logan taking you to a Christmas market

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idontplaytrack · 1 year ago

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Masterlist🔖

Updated master post is pinned! 📌

Index: 🤍-sfw • ❤️‍🔥-nsfw

Brooklyn Nine-Nine🚓

Rosa Diaz

“you’re a softie.” 🤍

“bye, softie jr.” 🤍

Tough 🤍

Hermosa 🤍

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit🤝

Olivia Benson

Bad Rep 🤍

Mama Bear 🤍

First 🤍

Sick 🤍

Mean Girls(2024)💄

Janis ‘Imi’ike

Closet ❤️‍🔥

all the things that could go wrong 🤍 *

good problem to have❤️‍🔥*

I Want Coffee ❤️‍🔥

‘…a lot of things happen in parked cars.’ ❤️‍🔥

Jersey 48 🤍

You & I 🤍

Jealousy, jealousy ❤️‍🔥

Watch Me❤️‍🔥

Animal ❤️‍🔥

Like A Koala 🤍

Pick Up The Phone 🤍

Back to Red ❤️‍🔥

Answer Me ❤️‍🔥

Heaven Lost An Angel ❤️‍🔥

Honeymoon ❤️‍🔥

"God, you're crazy." ❤️‍🔥

Sundress ❤️‍🔥

Band-aids, candy or me 🤍

Flaws 🤍

I'd Rather Be Me(and be with you) 🤍

Distress 🤍

Stronger 🤍

Goodby to Spring 🤍

Heels and shove 🤍

Revenge...party? 🤍

Talk Too Much ❤️‍🔥

Needy, Greedy, New York City ❤️‍🔥

Talk Is Cheap ❤️‍🔥

Your Favourite ❤️‍🔥

Twin Stranger 🤍

The Power(2023)⚡️

Jos Cleary-Lopez

Kissin’ U ❤️‍🔥

Flipping the bird 🤍

Sweet Revenge 🤍

Stress Eating ❤️‍🔥

Soaked ❤️‍🔥

Bruises 🤍

My Biggest Mistake 🤍

Hands Off ❤️‍🔥

Darby and the Dead(2022)🔌

Capri Donahue

Never Lost 🤍*

Listen ❤️‍🔥*

Backfired ❤️‍🔥

"Flowers? What for? 🤍

You Don’t Know Me 🤍

Snowed In? Step Up 🤍

Seeing Double ❤️‍🔥

Coming Home 🤍

Anything and everything 🤍

Crush(2022)🎨

AJ Campos

Safe & sound 🤍

‘Not even in your top 5’ 🤍

Her Work of Art ❤️‍🔥

Wait For You 🤍

Watch You Sleep ❤️‍🔥

Redeeming Win 🤍

My Girl ❤️‍🔥

Slow Hands ❤️‍🔥

Say You Won’t Let Go 🤍

I'll Take Care Of You 🤍

Midsummer Night 🤍

The Practice 🤍

Not A Word 🤍

Wrapped Around Your Fingers ❤️‍🔥

Play ❤️‍🔥

My Love, Mi Amor ❤️‍🔥

Charming 🤍

Into the future 🤍

The Good Girl ❤️‍🔥 [WIP]

Modern Family🖼️

Haley Dunphy

Stress Reliever ❤️‍🔥

Rise🎭

Lilette Suarez

Soulmate 🤍

Since We’re Alone 🤍

All Together Now🎙️

Amber Appleton

An Angel 🤍

Lost Cause 🤍

Birthday Morning 🤍

Delight ❤️‍🔥

Sing Me To Sleep 🤍

K.C. Undercover🔎

K.C. Cooper

Family Is Forever? 🤍

Bottle You Up 🤍

MY CHARMED ONE - CAPRI DONAHUE x FEM! READER MULTI-PART MASTERLIST

shenanigans- mean girls social media + texts fic

part 1: happy birthday

part 2: all this on a random friday?

part 3: you need some sleep

part 4: someone check on damian

part 5: go get laid then tell me

part 6: rules are rules lmao

part 7: meet my new bff

part 8: on main???!

part 9: one last date

part 10: my precious angel

part 10: alt ending

#masterlist #b99 #hulu crush #modern family #mean girls 2024 #fanfic #wlw #lgbtqia #comfort #sickfic #x reader #reader insert #multi fandom #multi fandom blog #law and order svu

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sealightblue · 7 months ago

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Orion • they/them • 🇮🇹&🇵🇱

Welcome to my art blog! I'm currently posting Transformers and Overwatch art, mainly LGBTQ+ ships and other kinds of fanart. Reblogs are suuuuper appreciated for the growth of this account! :] <3

art tag -> # sea crafts

ramble tag -> # sea yaps

nsfw tag -> #freaky sea

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DNIs under the cut ↓

any of these will be blocked on sight.

TERFs

PROSHIPPERS

RACISTS

MISOGYNISTS/SEXISTS/NON-FEMINISTS

RAPIST SUPPORTERS

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RELIGION FANATICS

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sleepyjackets · 5 days ago

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sleepyjackets masterlist <3

yellowjackets

bleach blonde beauty - nat scatorccio

hold me, console me - nat scatorccio

the wilderness is appeased - lottie matthews

outer banks

let's get you that milkshake - rafe cameron

challengers

so bitter - tashi duncan and art donaldson

the last of us

frat!boy ellie headcannons

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effrayantes · 2 months ago

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Master List of itch.io game Recommendations

ALL YANDERE/Dark Romance POSTS

yandere itch.io collection here

01, 05, 06, 07, 09, 11, 12, 13, 14, 16, 17, 20, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30,

#masterlist #effrayantes #itch.io collection #itchio #game #games #yandere #dark romance #lgbtqia games #ignore this post please

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ominous-faechild · 4 months ago

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

FAERIE'S DAWN

SYNOPSIS:

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST #FAERIE'S DAWN

THE FAERIES:

CHAPTER 1: “A NORMAL FAERIE”

part 1 / part 2 nova, cloud, sky

CHAPTER 2: KILREY

part 1 / part 2 nova, cloud, sky

CHAPTER 3: “NATURAL” OBSTACLES

part 1 / part 2 cloud & sky

CHAPTER 4: ON WHAT GROUNDS?

part 1 / part 2 cloud & sky

CHAPTER 5: RUMINATION

whole chapter sky

CHAPTER 6: NICE TO MEET "YOU"

part 1 / part 2 nova, cloud, sky

THE HUMANS:

CHAPTER 1: THE TWINS

part 1 / part 2 asa & eve

CHAPTER 2: HUMAN SOCIETY

part 1 / part 2 eve, aurik, garin, aster, holst, timo

CHAPTER 3: FAEWILDE DEPTHS

part 1 / part 2 eve, aurik, garin, aster, holst, timo

CHAPTER 4: SURPRISE ENCOUNTER

part 1 / part 2 eve, aurik, garin, ralf, stranger

(will expand with every update)

interact with this post to be added to the faerie's dawn taglist!

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angstyandromanticwriting · 21 days ago

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☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽

☦︎︎ “𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.” ☦︎︎

☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽☦︎︎☾☽

A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here, as well as some graphic smut depiction!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 3.5k!

Takes place after the events of the film [2024 version!]

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Sexual Content/Explicit Intimacy (18+), Emotional Vulnerability/Crying During Intimacy, Trauma Recovery Themes, Self-Worth Struggles/Fear of Being a Burden, Power Imbalance Sensitivities (Implied, But Healthy), Fear of Abandonment/Hyper-Vigilance, Public Setting (Implied Risk), Mentions of Physical Fight/Bullying - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Sensitive/Temporary Healing

Regina’s heart had been pounding too fast since she’d decided to go after you, following your fleeing from the site after Shane had been trying to get a rise out of you.

It didn’t stop, the whole way to your and Cal’s homestead.

The only place she could think of you being right now was there - she just hoped she was right, as she got out of her car, rushing up to the door, and hastily knocking upon it.

She never expected you - after the second knock - to open the door, the way you did, but it relieved her all the same to see you here, like she thought you’d be.

“Hey,” she began a little breathlessly, “shit, I’m sorry - I just - I wanted to make sure you were-”

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” you uttered, and her heart sank again.

You seemed nervous, still, looking over her shoulder as if expecting someone to come and take you away still.

“You-.. You should come inside, if - if you-.. y’know,” you add, a little softer, and she doesn’t hesitate, meandering around you, as you close the door gently behind her.

“Is Cal not-?”

“He’s mad at me,” you murmur, subconsciously.

She frowns, glancing back at you, before shaking her head softly.

“I doubt that,” she admits, and you hesitate, not sure, before shrugging, and averting your gaze again. “But - is he - here, right now? Like, are there still lessons on?”

You appear confused, wondering why she even cares at this point as you nod, albeit hesitantly.

“Yeah-? Why?”

You inquire, and she expresses relief.

“Because I want you to tell me what happened, back there,” she answers, easily enough.

You tense, just slightly, and she tries to ignore the guilt that begins to throb in her chest again.

“Reg-”

You begin exasperatedly, but she isn’t ready to give up so easily as she shakes her head, before carefully reaching for your right hand with her left one.

You jolt, just for a moment, at the feeling of her fingertips brushing against the back of your hand, but it doesn’t take you long to give into her as you allow your fingers to lace with her own, you glancing down at her hand and your’s for a moment.

Your eyebrows furrow just slightly as you wonder why her hand seems to fit so perfectly in your’s.

“You don’t need to tell me straight away,” she adds, gently, and you nod tightly as your jaw tenses again. “So, if you don’t want to tell me right now, then - what do you wanna do?”

You carefully led her out to the stables again, her hand never leaving your’s all the while as you both walk timidly together, you still occasionally looking around you, the grip on Regina’s hand tightening slightly whenever you thought something that shouldn’t be where it was; someone where someone shouldn’t be, like you were being watched somehow.

Even after all this time, there were still shadows haunting you, wanting to take you away like the bad men did.

You subconsciously inch closer to Regina’s left side, and she frowns when she notices the way your bottom lip trembles occasionally.

“Hey,” she coos softly, each time, “you okay?”

You wince, before nodding, too hastily, and averting your gaze back down to the ground as you try and recompose yourself for her sake, as much as your own.

Although you couldn’t really say you cared much about your own health or mental state when it came to being alone, anyway.

You just didn’t want to burden her, too.

As soon as you got to the greyer stable, you opened the double doors, and allowed her to go in before you.

Once she was through, you closed the doors again, and she smiled softly back at you, before gesticulating toward the bridles, saddles, and saddle-pads again.

You knew what she wanted to do, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

You hardly acknowledged that you were staring over at her skeptically, before she spoke up again, and you hated yourself even more for getting distracted so easily.

“Hey, don’t you look at me like that - I wasn’t the one who started a punch-up at school, was I?”

You flinch, just a little, even subconsciously taking a small step back as your lips move silently again.

Regina frowns, guessing maybe it was a bad idea to bring it up again the way she had, then.

“Too soon?”

You grunt, before shrugging again, not wanting to protest against her.

“I don’t really - care,” you claim, barely audibly, before gesticulating toward the tack like she had, “if you don’t have it in your head to actually intentionally fall off this time, then maybe I’ll let you ride on the trail for a little longer today. T-There’s a - a place that I-.. I think you’d like.”

You appear slightly more flustered as you rub the back of your neck, and awkwardly smile toothily back at her.

She can’t help her own grin, in response to your’s, seeing you the way that you were, now.

Blood was already rushing to your cheeks, as you tried to cover it up by keeping your head low, but she knew.

She always knew.

You draw in a barely audible shaky breath, before bringing yourself to speak up again, your voice still threatening to tremble, but managing to remain as firm, but bright, as it could be, right now.

“So, who do you wanna take out, today?”

Surprisingly, Regina chose Caelum, a reddish chestnut Arabian with quite the personality.

He was even huffing as you helped her tack him up.

You couldn’t deny you were worried about how she’d fare on him, but - well, you wanted to keep a close eye on her without protesting or stressing her out about her choice of riding buddy.

You yourself went for Ara, a relatively calm and kind-hearted black Arabian who you’d helped Cal rescue out on the fields one day.

She was a foal, then - her leg had got caught, and her mother was nowhere to be seen.

You were still worried something might have happened to her, even after a few years had passed and she was already a grown mare herself, by now.

“He treating you okay, so far?”

You call over the wind, the both of you already out and a few paces down the usual trail you liked to take.

Regina winces, at first, as if she’s still nervous, but she wants to prove to you that she can do it; she knows she can do it, as she tries to steady herself, Caelum snorting as if he knows he’s making this difficult for her.

“Reg-?”

You call again, sounding a little more worried, this time, as you make to turn Ara around, until Regina calls back to say she’s okay; don’t worry about her, so instead of turning around fully, you slow Ara down just slightly, keeping to a gentle trot beside her rather than more of a purposeful one.

“Maybe we should’ve switched horses - you would be better on Ara, and I would feel less uneasy on Caelum than you are. He’s not that bad, when you get to know him and work with him better.”

Regina rolls her eyes, albeit playfully, and you can’t help, but smirk again.

“Anyway - this place you wanna show me, is it that far now, or are we already-?”

“You’re desperate to get off him, huh?”

You guess, and Regina raises her eyebrows slightly.

“Do you seriously doubt my skills that much, or are you still just teasing me?”

You don’t answer - not directly.

Instead, you huff, as you look back ahead of you, and direct Ara to turn left down the pathway, Regina following a little slower behind you both, Caelum evidently more invested in the pathway ahead of him, than the one you had gone down with Ara the way you did, then.

She manages, eventually, though, to turn him around, you already waiting for her as you watch skeptically as well as slightly judgementally again.

“What-?”

She asks, evidently flustered, when she finally lines Caelum up alongside Ara again, noticing you watching.

You sigh deliberately.

“Should’ve switched horses,” you repeat, almost under your breath, as she groans, feeling her own cheeks heating up, now.

Luckily, you were already on the move again, Ara slowly trodding along the path as Caelum follows beside her.

It’s quiet, almost the rest of the way, before Regina reluctantly decides to pry her voice out again.

“You know, maybe - maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to start-.. y’know, throwing punches at Shane earlier?”

You tense at the very reminder.

Everything he said-..

It just-..

You frown, trying not to lose your focus as you keep your grip on the reins steady, not wanting to get distracted when Regina could still easily get hurt, and if anything happened to you, you wouldn’t be able to help her, no matter what the circumstances.

You just couldn’t let that happen.

So you tried to recompose yourself again.

“I understand why you did it, though,” she reassures gently, “of course I do. He - He can be a real - well, more than an ass, sometimes, I just-.. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of something he said, or he did, y’know? It’s not worth it. Y/n, he’s not worth it. I just - I wanted you to know that, before-.. yeah. Just - please don’t think that I’m mad at you, or - or even disappointed, because I’m not - I promise you I’m not. You - You know that, right?”

You swallow tightly, before nodding gravely, as you try and stay calm again; try and focus on the pathway ahead still, no matter what, before the silence fell between you again, until you finally reached the area you’d wanted to show her, and you couldn’t hold back the pain and everything you wanted to tell her anymore.

First, you both carefully hitched your horses to a couple of sturdy-looking trees nearby.

Then, you were subconsciously admiring her as she pet Caelum, the stallion seeming still unbothered by her presence, typical as that reaction was from him specifically.

“Reg,” you begin timidly, your voice tight; strained, as you stand a few paces away from her again.

Regina didn’t hesitate to look back at you, when your voice came, and it made your heart stutter to have your eyes lock with her’s the way they do, then.

“I-.. I’m-.. I-”

You falter, feeling rain beginning to drop lightly upon the both of you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she coos softly, as she carefully approaches you again, “I know. You don’t need to apologise for what happened; I promise you don’t, baby. No matter what, okay? So, where’s your preferred spot, here?”

Your hand is neatly tucked within her own, still, as you lead her up a soft hill.

It isn’t too far from where the horses are; you both can still just about see them down the uneven stretch.

Regina’s gaze lingers ahead of her, as she tries not to look over at you too often; for too long, her heart stuttering whenever her gaze drifted toward you.

You were the same, your heart pounding in your ears as you sit down upon the hill’s peak, Regina faltering when she notices the view ahead of her.

She can’t quite believe it.

There’s a lake, glinting below the sun - flocks of small birds flying overhead here and there as she can’t help, but smile, before glancing back toward you again.

You timidly glance back at her, at the same time, faltering when your gaze locks with her’s.

It makes you feel too fluttery inside as your lips move silently for a moment, and she doesn’t hesitate to sit beside you, before timidly reaching for your hand beside her.

You didn’t think you’d ever seen someone so beautiful and soft before.

Sometimes you still couldn’t believe she was here with you, bothering with you, and before you even know it, you’re timidly leaning closer to her, and delicately allowing your lips to connect with her own again.

Your lips brush against hers at first - barely there.

You hesitate.

She feels it.

She leans in just enough to silently say it’s okay.

You kiss her again, this time lingering, trembling slightly as your hand ghosts up along her arm.

She shudders at the touch - not from fear, but from the unbearable tenderness of it all.

When you both part for air, she presses her forehead to yours, breathing you in.

“Is this - do you want this?” She whispers, her voice cracking just slightly.

You nod, nose brushing hers.

“Only if you do, too.”

Her smile is so soft it almost breaks you apart.

“I want you. Always.”

You don’t know who moves first, but somehow she’s easing you down onto the soft grass, the both of you half-tangled in one another as rain starts to patter a little heavier around you - not quite touching you beneath the partial shade of an old gnarled tree.

She kisses you again, deeper now, her hands moving slowly, deliberately - giving you time to stop her if you need to.

You don’t.

You clutch at her hoodie instead, pulling her closer until your bodies press flush, until you can feel the heat of her through the layers still separating you.

You gasp softly when her thigh slides between yours, the pressure enough to make you tremble.

She feels it - hears it - and moves her hips just slightly, grinding into you in slow, careful motions.

Dry-humping like this feels almost unbearably intimate.

Not rushed.

Not desperate.

Just needy - like you’re both trying to memorise every sigh and moan.

She kisses down the side of your throat, her fingers finding the hem of your shirt and pausing.

You nod shakily, giving permission, and she lifts it up, baring you to the soft rain-cooled air.

Her lips find your collarbone, your sternum, reverent.

“You’re beautiful,” she breathes, before kissing a slow trail downward.

Her fingers dip beneath your waistband next, moving achingly slow, and you whimper softly when she cups you, feeling how soaked you already are.

She groans faintly, mouthing at your ribs before slipping her hand fully into your underwear.

You buck gently into her touch, and she chuckles warmly against your skin.

“You’re so wet for me, baby - you feel so good already,” she whispers, voice rough with affection.

Her fingers find your clit and circle there, agonisingly soft, before dipping lower to tease your entrance.

When she finally pushes one finger inside, you keen softly, hips lifting for more.

She moves slow, curling her finger, and your whole body melts beneath her.

When she adds a second, you clutch at her back, your nails scraping lightly over her hoodie.

But you want more - you want her.

“Regina,” you gasp, breathless, “I - can I-?”

She understands immediately.

She shifts back, pulling her own hoodie off, then her shirt, then wriggling out of her jeans and underwear as you do the same.

You’re both trembling, stripped down to bare skin, hearts racing against one another’s chests.

When you straddle her thigh this time, there’s no hesitation.

Your bodies slot together, slickness meeting slickness, thighs parting instinctively.

She cups your face, kissing you deeply as you start to grind against her again, your core rubbing against hers.

The first slow drag of your bodies together makes you both cry out, muffled into each other’s mouths.

You set a rhythm - soft, unhurried, slow grinding that has you gasping with each glide of your soaked folds against hers.

She breaks the kiss to look at you, her gaze dark and full of wonder.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” she murmurs, voice rough.

You whimper when she tilts her hips up to meet yours, the friction sparking fire up your spine.

You grind harder, more urgently, and she’s right there with you, her hands framing your hips, guiding you as you move together.

Your bodies are slippery with sweat and rain and arousal, and you’re both moaning freely now, lost in the sensation of riding each other, the heat between your legs growing unbearable.

Your thighs begin to shake, your hips stuttering, and Regina gasps, clutching you closer as her climax crashes over her first, a soft whine breaking from her throat.

It’s enough to push you over, too - you cry out, burying your face against her shoulder, shuddering violently as you come, riding it out against her body.

Neither of you moves for a long while.

You stay tangled together, thighs trembling, hearts hammering out the same desperate rhythm.

Regina’s hands stroke your back, slow and grounding, while you press kisses to her damp hair.

You don’t need to say it.

You feel it.

Loved. Safe. Home.

But there was more, and Regina couldn’t ignore the feeling that she’d missed something, until she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and slowly worked herself up to it again.

You’re still trembling a little against her by the time she feels ready, your heart beating wildly against her own.

Regina’s hands never stop moving - one tracing gentle shapes between your shoulder blades, the other resting over the small of your back, anchoring you.

You shift slightly, nuzzling closer into her neck, and she hums a soft, broken sound, almost like a lullaby.

You feel her pressing featherlight kisses into your hair, your temple, the curve of your jaw.

You feel cherished.

Not just wanted.

Not just touched.

Loved.

Slowly, she nudges your chin up with her fingers, coaxing you to look at her again.

Your gaze is hazy, your lashes damp, but you smile for her - small, shy, utterly vulnerable.

She kisses you so softly it almost hurts.

When she pulls back, she searches your face, speaking barely above a whisper:

“Can I - Can I taste you, baby?”

Your whole body shivers, heat sparking low in your belly again, but it’s not fear.

It’s pure want - pure trust.

You nod, so shyly it nearly breaks her heart.

She kisses down your neck again, her hands moving with infinite patience as she eases you back onto the soft grass, guiding you to lie back beneath her.

The rain is still falling lightly, misting over your heated skin, and it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to just her and you.

She kisses her way down your chest, your ribs, your stomach - pausing often, letting you feel every press of her mouth, every worshipful sigh against your skin.

She murmurs soft words between kisses: things like - beautiful, perfect, mine.

By the time she reaches your thighs, you’re shaking again - this time from anticipation.

She looks up at you one more time, seeking any hint of hesitation.

You offer her a soft, breathless smile instead, lifting your hips just slightly in silent encouragement.

She smiles back - tender, almost tearful - and lowers herself between your thighs.

Her first kiss against your inner thigh is so soft it’s almost maddening.

Then the next.

And the next.

She doesn’t rush.

She doesn’t tear into you like she’s starving.

She takes her time, savouring you, making sure every second feels like devotion.

When her tongue finally flicks out to taste you - one slow, careful drag through your folds - you gasp so sharply you almost forget how to breathe.

“Fuck, Reg-”

You whimper, your hands flying up to tangle in her hair instinctively, but you’re gentle, never pulling.

She moans softly against you, the vibration making your whole body jolt.

She licks you slowly, almost lazily - like she has all the time in the world.

Long, slow strokes over your clit, then teasing dips down to your entrance before returning, flicking, circling, and then flattening her tongue again.

It’s steady.

Rhythmic.

Loving.

You can’t stop the broken little sounds spilling from your throat, can’t stop the way your hips start to roll up into her mouth.

She presses one arm over your hips, holding you still, grounding you as she works you open with just her tongue - no fingers this time, just her mouth, and the reverent way she’s worshiping you.

Your thighs start to tremble again, and she pulls back only enough to murmur:

“Let go for me, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

The words unravel something inside you completely.

You cry out softly as the orgasm rips through you, white-hot and shuddering, your body arching off the ground despite her gentle restraint.

She rides it out with you, licking you through every aftershock, her hands never letting go of you.

When you finally collapse back into the grass, boneless and panting, she presses one last kiss to your trembling inner thigh before crawling back up your body.

She kisses your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose.

You’re crying again, but this time it’s soft, overwhelmed tears.

“I love you,” you whisper hoarsely.

She kisses you like an answer, like a promise.

“I love you, too, baby. Always.”

She pulls you close, wrapping you up in her arms as the rain continues to fall gently around you, like even the sky is trying to cradle you both.

You fall asleep like that, tangled together, still trembling, but this time from love, and everything feels peaceful; everything feels like maybe it will be okay, as long as you try hard enough to believe it.

And you do.

For now, anyway.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Regina George Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, soon!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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distantdarlings · 2 years ago

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CONSTELLATIONS AND THEIR STARS // t. nott

RATING: PG-13 / 2.5K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details, but mentions of reader being trans and having short hair)

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* You've been struggling with your identity for years and have just decided that you know you are transgender. You are preparing to tell your boyfriend and are extremely nervous. (Angst, Romance, Fluff)

+ WARNINGS - Mentions of reader being trans (gender not specified), coming out scenario, kissing

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Count Me In - Early Winters

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Your hands shook with each step you took. Your bottom lip, of which the skin was severely cracked and bleeding from the constant chewing you had been putting it through. The anxiety that pounded through your head and veins was making it nearly impossible to concentrate. You almost had to remind yourself where you were going a couple of times. As if you could bloody forget…

To tell the truth, you’d been struggling with a couple of questions for a few years now. A couple of questions you’d discovered the answer to earlier this morning. A couple of questions that were going to change the rest of your life.

You’d like to say the answers came to you swiftly and all at once but, in all honesty, it was an answer that had been coming to you slowly over these last few years. You’d just decided to act on them this morning, though. The universe, Merlin, whoever, had been whispering the answers to you this whole time, and you’d never listened. Until now. You knew exactly what you needed to do. And you felt good about it—for once.

If you were correct, your boyfriend had just exited his second period—Herbology—and the both of you had just entered your free period. The perfect, if only, time you’d be able to talk with him.

Your boyfriend. So sweet and gentle. You obviously needed to tell him about your decisions this morning. Unfortunately, nothing he could say would change your mind. You knew who you were and—despite the undying love you felt for this boy—nothing was going to take you back to concealing yourself and constantly questioning who you really were, again. It was time for everyone to meet you. If he didn’t want you anymore after your confession, well…then he never truly loved you.

You rounded the corner and stopped before the entrance to the dungeons. It was time to talk to him. No more hiding, no more hesitating, no more stalling. It was time. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and clenched your fists. It felt as though the air around you had stilled and had cloaked you in its aura. It was almost comforting. Your eyes opened and you spoke the Slytherin dorm’s password.

The entrance presented itself before you and you began to walk again. Your eyes fell ashamedly to your feet and they practically did not move until you found yourself stopping once more, but this time, in front of his dorm. The door was shut tight. Your heart rate fastened rapidly and it became increasingly harder to breathe. The butterflies in your stomach bottomed out and fell to your toes in a disturbingly accurate rendition of nearly falling off a broom. You took a deep breath and knocked.

There was a moment, and then a sound like someone shouting, a few scuffles, then someone yanking the door open. A disheveled Enzo—Theo’s roommate—stood at the door. His tie was hung loosely around his neck and his the collar of his uniform shirt was widened to reveal his tanned skin. His hair was ruffled and pointing in all different directions.

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” he smiled, seeming surprised to see you.

“I’m alright, En, how are you—” A sound like a groan interrupted you and the door in Enzo’s hand suddenly jolted as if someone had thrown something at it. You jumped slightly at the quick movement and angled your head to see around the boy. You thought you glimpsed a pair of dark legs in his bed before Enzo pulled the door closer towards him to cover as much of the room as he could. Your eyes snapped back to his. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…,” you started. He shook his head and urged you to continue on. “Um, I was just wondering where Theo might be—assuming he’s not in there with you.” He chuckled—almost nervously—and shook his head again.

“Uh, no, he is not in here with me,” he laughed. “I think he said he was heading to the covered bridge right about now.”

“Oh, okay, thank you,” you smiled. “Well, I’ll…let you get back to it.” You mentally kicked yourself. He laughed.

“Alright, I’ll see you around,” he smiled, stepping back into the room and sliding it shut behind him. Sometimes you said things that were so incredibly awkward, they made you not want to talk to you. You attempted to shake your embarrassment off and start heading in the direction of the covered bridge, attempting to ignore the roiling ocean in your stomach.

The whole way there you mulled over what to say and how to say it. You considered just breaking up with him at one point to avoid all this confusion but you quickly shook that suggestion off and scolded your subconscious for even suggesting it. You knew you were just nervous but Theo didn’t accept you, you’d likely never heal from it. He was the love of your life, for that much you were certain. You figured most young people were with the “love of their lives” with every relationship they had, but this one was different. No matter how cliche it may sound, you knew that Theo was the one for you.

No matter what the situation was, he was ever so gentle with you. When you were scared, sad, stressed, anything. You could always expect to see his oceanic eyes before yours, eyebrows furrowed in concern; hear his soft voice, softly coaxing the anxieties out of your body; feel his feather-light, but somehow firm, touch on your arm, your back, your hips. He was everything you’d ever wanted or needed and you hoped so wholly that that would not change based on one thing about you. You were still you and always would be.

You stopped just before the first plank of wood started the path along the bridge. The slight curves in its infrastructure made it a bit hard to tell who was at the end or even who was in the middle. This made the feeling in your stomach even worse because it would be like him sneaking up on you. You let a quick exhale fall through your lips. You began walking through the bridge.

Thankfully, there was no one else on the bridge when you found him. You reckoned it was due to how cold it was outside. Fall had just begun to switch over to winter and the sunset leaves were starting to fall from their branches and the warmer robes had started to come out slowly. You tucked your hands tightly into the pockets of your sweatshirt, shuddering against the frigid weather.

He stood almost directly in the middle with his elbows leaned against the right railing. His feet stood back comfortably with his left one propped against his right. He also had a sweatshirt on and you could just glimpse the pair of thickened socks he’d gotten for Christmas last year. The kind that were just a little bit taller and all the more warmer. You suppressed a smile.

Before you could even speak his name, your foot caught an off-board and a resonant creak echoed against the wind. You cursed yourself as his head snapped up and found your eyes. You mouthed a ‘sorry’ in a disappointed wince. His lips separated into a warming smile. Your skin nearly melted right off of your bones as soon as he flashed that dazzling thing.

“I was just thinking about you, love,” he said, quickly jogging over and stopping just before you. He pinched your chin between his right thumb and forefinger and tilted your head down so he could plant a small kiss to the center of your forehead. You swallowed thickly, clenching your eyes to try and prevent the tears of shame that had already started to build.

“I was just thinking about you too,” you replied, your voice cracking ever so slightly. His lips quirked slightly at the sound and you knew he’d heard it but mentally praised him for not asking about it. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” he chuckled, slightly nervously, “what is it?”

“I have to tell you something important,” you breathed. “It’s extremely important.”

“Oh—” his eyes began to fill with that worrisome look you adored. It was just nice to know that someone cared so deeply for you.

“It’s not necessarily anything bad, I just…I’m not really sure how to…,” you stuttered. Tears were welling slowly in your eyes, threatening so meanly to spill over. You refused eye contact with Theo while you kept trying to choke this confession out. You really did not want to lose him. But you also couldn’t continue to live a lie.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, his hands slipping from your chin to the sides of your face. His cooled hands gripped your face ever so gently, tilting you to meet his eyes. The ashamed blush building on your cheeks and ears was making his hands feel like ice. As soon as you saw the genuine concern imprinted on his face, the tears broke their dam and one slipped down your cheek.

“Hey, hey,” he began. You choked out a sob and wanted so badly to jump over the side of the bridge. One of his hands came down to pull your waist to him. You curled your hands against his chest and let the tears pour freely onto his uniform shirt. His right hand remained against the side of your face but began to slip around to the back of your head. His fingers tangled softly into your shortened hair so as to keep your head as still as possible. He knew how crying made you dizzy. Your heart clenched.

“My love,” he breathed. You could hear his heartbeat. “Why are you crying? Please talk to me. Let me fix it for you.”

A short while slipped by around you, time and wind and flurries of snow, sliding around your bodies as they cut through it like a knife. It was getting colder by the moment. You felt silly. It took you a moment but you eventually built up enough courage to pull away from him and look directly into his eyes.

“Theo,” you began, your chest high, “I have been struggling with this for years—since fourth year, to be exact. I don't know if it has been obvious to you or not, but I need you to know the truth now. My whole life and the future of our relationship is hanging in the balance and I have to know which way the scale is going to tip.”

“Baby, what are you—”

“Please let me finish, it’s hard enough to speak as it is,” you sighed. This was quite easily one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do, including every crazy assignment, adventure, and punishment you’d endured during your time at Hogwarts. You were absolutely terrified.

“This has been something I’ve been trying to find the answer to for so long and I know now that the answer has been here, waiting for me, all along,” you said. “I know what I have to do to fix everything that has been irking me for so long.” He watched you in solemn concern.

“Teddy,” you sobbed, the tears beginning to flow again. “I’m so sorry. I–I am…I am transgender.” Your voice cracked pathetically on the last word, you wondered if he’d even heard it. You couldn’t bear to look at him, to see the disappointed, disgusted, angry look on his face. You wish he’d just break up with you now, with no one around to hide your shame, even in the smallest amount. You were waiting for him to say something. Waiting for years.

It never came. He never said anything. Instead, out of the corner of your eye, you saw his lips part, and out came the most golden, sweetened laugh you’d ever hear in your life. You’d always loved his laugh. Like honey glistening from the Sun’s light shining through so elegantly. You’d always loved it. But now you were confused by it. Your eyebrows furrowed as you finally found his face again. His joyous, practically guffawing face. Your lips parted. You were at a loss for words. Was he making fun of you? Did he think you were pulling a prank on him?

“Theo, what—?” you started. One hand clutched his stomach as the other steadied his body against one of the bridge’s banisters. You were so confused and quickly getting started on angry. Did he think this was a joke?

“Theo, what the fuck are you laughing at?” You waited for a response for what felt like hours. Eventually, his laughter had died down, he had wiped the tears from his rosied cheeks, and he had run a hand through his hair.

“Is that it, darling?” he asked, his breath heavy from laughing so hard. You were taken aback.

“I beg your pardon,” you spat.

“Oh! I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean I did mean it like that, but I didn’t mean what you said was a big deal because it is—uh, but not like a bad big deal—I just meant that it’s not a big deal to me that…,” he trailed off awkwardly. One of your eyebrows raised as he groaned aloud at his stuttering.

“Damn it—” he cut his own words off, gripped your cheeks once more, and pressed a deliberate kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened at the sudden affection and the…acceptance? Maybe. You weren’t sure. He wasn’t really making a lot of sense. His lips parted yours gently and rolled the bottom one softly through his teeth. You giggled a bit at the sensation before remembering the situation and backing away quickly.

“Wait a minute, I’m still confused. Do you—?”

“I don’t care, my love,” he cut you off. “If you seriously thought that was going to change the way I see you at all, then I need to adjust how I’m treating you or acting, or something. Please do not apologize to me. Darling, I fell in love with you, not your gender. I couldn't care less if you were a boy or a girl or anything in between. You could’ve been a star, for Merlin’s sake, but as long as you, your soul, was inside of that star, you can bet I’d be right up there beside you. We’d make our own constellation. You are everything to me and it does not matter what you’ve discovered is a part of you. If it’s a part of your soul, then I’ll love it just as ardently as I love you.”

The tears were back and pouring harder than they were moments ago. This time, it seemed that the butterflies in your abdomen had carried your dropped stomach back to its appropriate position, and left a million, little kisses all over it. Your heart blushed a deep pink as your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips pressed back to his. Never, in any amount of lifetimes, could you ever deserve Theodore Nott, but you knew his love was meant to be yours. Loving him often felt like a losing game, but with this newfound courage and confidence, you bet you could love him even better than before and with no exemptions.

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m4sonn · 1 year ago

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Introduction, masterlist, fandoms, etc

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Hi, I’m Mason!! ^_^

I go by he/they

I’m trans + a Demi boy

I’m almondsexual/romantic (almondsexual= Having attraction towards male/masculine people and adrogynous/non-binary people but very rarely having attraction towards feminine/female people) and asexual!!

I draw and I play electric guitar

I’m a MINOR. Don’t be weird.

Someone let me yap about Tlou plz

GO FOLLOW MY FRIENDS (inactive) @peachyponyboyy AND @sillybilly8 ‼️‼️

MAIN fandoms: Overwatch, The Last of Us, red hood, prjsk, Demon slayer, genshin impact

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Things I will and won’t write - master list - taglist

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dreamwithlost · 10 months ago

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JOGO PERDIDO

Ningning x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Enemies to lovers, sáfico, ação, utopia, uma farofada da boa

W.C: 2K

Avisos: Início (?) de um smut, uma vibe meio Alice in borderland

ᏪNotas: Uma das séries (j-drama) que mais amo no mundo é "Alice in borderland", e recentemente assisti um filme chamado "Bubble" (animação linda!!!) Que também tem essa vibe de utopia. Foi juntando esses dois que essa história surgiu. Espero muito que gostem! Deem uma chance para essa narrativa, e descubram que perder o jogo nem sempre é tão ruim assim 😏

Você não sabia, mas já havia perdido desde o momento em que os olhos delicados de Yizhuo cruzaram com os seus.

A cidade de Seul, como era conhecida, não existia mais. Havia se transformado em uma lembrança distante, tão remota que nem mesmo os mais velhos conseguiam recordar o cheiro da brisa fresca pela manhã ou a sensação dos grãos de areia da praia sob os pés. Ninguém sabia ao certo como tudo aconteceu, mas, em um piscar de olhos de uma noite, um imenso flash seguido de um terremoto engoliu a cidade, dividindo-a em fendas profundas, criando ilhas e fragmentos de destruição flutuantes que pairavam sobre um abismo negro. Qualquer tentativa de descer até lá era em vão — muitos já haviam tentado.

A nova Seul estava isolada do resto do mundo, cercada por uma fenda que destruía tudo que tentava atravessá-la, e vigiada por uma nuvem imensa e constante sobre a cabeça de seus cidadãos. Alguns acreditavam que os sobreviventes daquela noite haviam sido escolhidos pelos deuses, enquanto os demais foram levados para pagar por seus pecados no submundo. Era comum tal pensamento, afinal, quando eventos tão surreais aconteciam, era natural buscar explicações divinas, pois admitir que Seul estava condenada ao definhamento eterno era insuportável. Era mais fácil acreditar que eram especiais — mesmo sabendo que não eram.

Plantar, caçar e até pensar eram tarefas difíceis naquele novo e exclusivo mundo. Após tentativas fracassadas dos líderes globais de ajudar a cidade, comunicações por rádio, equipes de salvamento que jamais foram encontrados novamente, todos desistiram, aceitando o isolamento como se fosse apenas um lugar a menos para se passar as férias, e os poucos afortunados em Seul logo mais se uniram a ideia. Não demorou muito para um novo governo surgir naquele universo a parte, juntamente com uma nova lei: os jogos. A comida se tornou um artigo de luxo, o maior prêmio a ser conquistado. O Samsan Parkour era a nova regra de Seul. Uma corrida perigosa até a torre Samsan, — antes tão adorava, agora apenas uma linha de chegada para aqueles que, em meio aos saltos pelos destroços e ilhas, tivessem a sorte de não serem engolidos pelo buraco negro abaixo de seus pés.

O ar era denso, a natureza reivindicava o concreto que um dia foi seu, e os animais que não fossem controlados pelo governo haviam praticamente desaparecido, junto com a confiança. Só se podia confiar no seu clã escolhido e nos competidores do mesmo. Você se encontrava em uma utopia distorcida, como aquelas que sempre odiou ler, forçada a se tornar uma campeã, mesmo odiando jogos.

E lá estava você, na ponta de um penhasco infinito, os dedos tocando o concreto abaixo de seus pés. Os gritos do seu clã, vindos de prédios destruídos e inclinados em direção ao chão, clamavam por seu nome, confiantes de sua vitória. Você havia vencido nas últimas três semanas, acumulando comida suficiente para que a racionamento não fosse mais necessário. Yizhuo estava ao seu lado, a competidora inimiga da semana, — sempre eram dois competidores por vez, e o vencedor avançava para o próximo jogo. A morena era peculiar, seu rosto adornado com um sorriso alegre — semelhante aos seus trajes — demais para seu gosto, e uma habilidade surreal.

Você a odiava com todas as suas forças. Odiava a forma como ela ironicamente lhe desejava boa sorte, odiava como ela perdia de propósito algumas semanas para favorecer outra equipe, mesmo que eles jamais fossem fazer o mesmo por ela, odiava como, enquanto você treinou dia e noite para ser boa em seus saltos, ela parecia ter nascido com aquele talento.

Odiava como ela não parecia ligar de estar ali.

— Boa sorte — A voz de Yizhuo atingiu sua orelha, como de costume. Você não se virou para a jovem, sabendo de suas intenções de te ludibriar.

Pois logo viria o...

Pow!

O som familiar de uma arma de partida ecoou, como um disparo que marcava o início de uma corrida de natação, sinalizando o começo da competição. Você se lançou para frente, mergulhando como se realmente estivesse em uma piscina, ou quem sabe apenas saltando de paraquedas, não importava, cada fibra do seu ser estava focada em uma única coisa: ganhar.

Você saltou sobre a primeira fenda com um movimento ágil, os músculos das pernas ardendo ao impactar o solo do outro lado. Seu foco era total, cada passo calculado com precisão milimétrica que lhe trazia a mesma sensação de voar. A adrenalina pulsava em suas veias, aumentando sua percepção e tempo de reação. Você movia-se como uma pantera, ágil e implacável, saltando entre destroços e ruínas com uma destreza impressionante. O vento sibilava em seus ouvidos enquanto você deslizava pelo ar, cada salto um desafio ao destino, o peso de um amanhã melhor, ou então, de uma vergonha.

Em contrapartida, Yizhuo, ao seu lado, parecia dançar entre os destroços, vocês se perdiam de vista vez ou outra quando escolhiam caminhos diferentes ou adentravam algum prédio. Mas seus movimentos eram constantes; leves e fluidos, quase brincalhões. Cada salto dela era uma demonstração de graça e confiança, seus pés mal tocando o chão antes de alçar voo novamente — isso te deixava instigada em saber o que fazia antes dessa nova vida. Ela parecia estar se divertindo, o sorriso constante em seus lábios um contraste cruel ao seu próprio foco desesperado.

Você não tinha tempo para se importar com ela. Tudo o que importava era não perder. Você se lembrava das semanas de fome que já teve que passar, sem nenhum mínimo de talento em seus saltos, dos dias em que seu clã não tinha nada para comer. Não podia voltar àquela situação. Não podia falhar. Aquilo era a única coisa que podia fazer no momento.

Mas como ironia do destino, que sabia que um único erro poderia custar a vitória — e sua vida — um pedaço de concreto cedeu sob seus pés, você sentiu o pavor absoluto, percebendo que, apesar de parecer, não podia voar. O vazio abaixo de você se abriu como uma boca faminta, e por um segundo eterno, você estava caindo.

Mas antes que pudesse ser engolida por aquele buraco negro, uma mão firme agarrou a sua. O toque era quente e macio. Yizhuo. Seus olhos se encontraram por um instante, e algo indizível passou entre vocês. Com um puxão, ela te colocou de volta em segurança, sorriu ladina, e sem perder o ritmo de sua própria corrida, alavancou em sua frente.

Você continuou, coração batendo descontroladamente, mas com uma nova fúria queimando dentro de você. Odiava a forma como ela havia te salvado. Odiava a gratidão que sentia. Odiava a sua tamanha estupidez por precisar ser salva. E então, no último momento, enquanto subia a torre, se pendurando em seu metal enferrujado, prestes a alcançar o topo, Yizhuo fez seu movimento final. Ela saltou com uma elegância impressionante, os pés tocando o ponto mais alto da construção e a mão alcançando o sino da vitória. O som ecoou pela cidade, anunciando o fim daquela competição.

Você se abaixou, apoiando as mãos sobre os joelhos, ofegante e derrotada. Yizhuo havia ganhado dessa vez. A disputa de vocês sempre fora muito acirrada.

Você não percebeu quanto tempo permaneceu ali, ou a forma como Yizhuo havia comemorado para todos aqueles que assistiam à corrida espalhados nos pontos altos da cidade. No entanto, percebeu quando o alçapão da torre foi aberto, e a morena adentrou a construção, buscando descer de uma forma mais calma.

Estava furiosa, e então decidiu segui-la.

— Yizhuo — Chamou pela mais baixa ao tocar seus pés no metal do observatório da torre, os vidros embaçados e poluídos pela degradação impedindo de observar a vista como normalmente.

Ela se virou para você, suas mãos unidas em suas costas, feito uma criança.

— Boa corrida, não? — Questionou em tom de divertimento.

— Tá brincando comigo? — Você esbravejou, se aproximando da garota. — Por que diabos me ajudou naquela hora?

— Como? — A Ning riu com aquele questionamento, desacreditada. — Queria que eu tivesse te deixado morrer?

— Mas é claro — Por algum motivo você estava realmente irritada por não ter sido o seu fim. — Essas são as regras, a forma de...

— Se livrar de mais bocas para competir?

— Se livrar dos mais fracos.

Yizhuo revirou os olhos e começou a caminhar, aproximando-se dos vidros do observat��rio, tentando enxergar além daquela destruição.

— E por que isso seria certo? Você não é mais fraca do que eu por ter perdido — Ela se virou novamente para você, a claridade da manhã, apesar de nublada, iluminando seu contorno. — Não precisa inventar desculpas só porque não queria ser salva por mim. Chega de tanto ódio.

— Fala sério, Yizhuo — Foi a sua vez de revirar os olhos, bufando ao se aproximar da jovem. — Você sabe o que eu odeio, toda essa sua farsa de boa moça.

— Olha, não é só porque eu não sou louca pela vitória que sou uma farsa — Argumentou, não gostando da acusação.

— Sim, você é. Faz noção do que estamos vivendo? De onde estamos? — A calmaria de Yizhuo, misturada com sua derrota, esquentava ainda mais o seu sangue. Odiava aquilo tudo, odiava parecer ser a única que ainda surtava com o fato de estarem presos por Deus sabe-se lá o que. — Você finge que é uma pessoa altruísta, mas eu sei a verdade.

Você deu um passo à frente, prensando a morena contra o vidro.

— Você nem ao menos percebe a gravidade dessas disputas, apenas gosta da adrenalina, gosta dos jogos, de se fingir como “ser superior”, e isso que me irrita, pois ajuda os outros pelo motivo errado.

Yizhuo permaneceu alguns minutos em silêncio antes de soltar um riso anasalado, que foi emendado por uma gargalhada.

— E o que tem de errado nisso? — Ela ergueu o canto de seus lábios em um sorriso sombrio, diferente dos demais. — E daí que eu gosto da adrenalina? De ser aplaudida? Eu nunca tive isso minha vida toda.

— Você tem um parafuso a menos — Murmurou, desistindo daquela confusão e começando a se afastar.

Ao menos era o que pretendia, antes de Yizhuo segurar seu pulso, trocando suas posições e te prendendo entre seu corpo e o vidro.

— E quem aqui não tem, hm? Você é viciada em ganhar, e não vem me dizer que é apenas "o que estão exigindo de nós", pois ninguém precisava morrer por conta disso, diferente do que você pensa — A morena se aproximou, acariciando sua bochecha com o polegar.

Você estranhou o toque, mas… Não conseguiu se afastar, fixando seus olhos nos dela.

— A adrenalina é boa, é algo a nos agarrarmos aqui — Yizhuo sussurrou, deslizando sua mão por suas madeixas, descendo ao pescoço com suavidade. — É algo para comemorarmos, nos deixar vivas, temos esse direito também — Suas mãos desceram mais um pouco, pelo seu ombro, antebraço, e buscaram sua cintura. — Você também pode gostar da adrenalina, gostar de como ela esquenta seu corpo, acelera seu coração.

Você sentiu sua respiração se descompassar, acompanhando os movimentos da mão da Ning com os olhos, hipnotizada por sua fala mansa e a forma como ela se aproximou mais de seu corpo, sussurrando ao pé de seu ouvido. Fazia tanto tempo que você não era tocada, que quase se esquecera da eletricidade do contato físico, por mais que nunca tivesse estado tão sedenta quanto agora para retirar as roupas de alguém.

— Você quer que eu te mostre um pouco disso? — Questionou em um novo murmúrio, deslizando a mão para a barra de sua bermuda despojada que utilizava.

Não teve coragem o suficiente para responder à indagação, mas suspirou profundamente, ansiosa, sendo o suficiente para Yizhuo que adentrou o tecido jeans, acariciando sua vagina por cima da calcinha.

— Nunca pensei que você ficaria molhada para mim — Yizhuo comentou, voltando a lhe olhar nos olhos enquanto brincava com seu corpo. Você se apoiou mais no vidro, com medo de suas pernas cederem, e mordeu o lábio inferior observando o balançar da cabeça da morena, como uma serpente, que aproximava os lábios dos seus, ameaçando um beijo que nunca acontecia.

Ela estava no total controle, talvez fosse aquele o seu verdadeiro dom.

Então, sem avisar, sentiu os dedos da garota adentrarem sua roupa íntima, agradecendo pela bermuda folgada o suficiente para permitir aquela ação. Você arfou com a palma da mão colada em sua genitália, brincando com seu clítoris enquanto ela abocanhava seu pescoço em diversos beijos e chupões. Você finalmente ousou se movimentar, emaranhando suas mãos nas madeixas acastanhadas quando Yizhuo posicionou uma de suas pernas no meio das suas, erguendo o joelho levemente, feito uma cadeira. Você sentiu seus dedos vagarem em movimentos de vai e vem, querendo adentrar em você apesar da impossibilidade e dificuldade de suas posições.

Você não sabia, mas já havia perdido desde o momento em que os olhos selvagens de Yizhuo cruzaram com os seus. Estava perdidamente entregue aos seus atos, deleitada com seus cuidados; essa era, ao seu ver, a verdadeira derrota.

E pela primeira vez, nem ao menos conseguiu se importar com isso.

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