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sol-consort · 7 months

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Shepard baby shower for baby ryder omg! (Honestly I fucking wish Ryder was Shepards kid. That anon who gave u that ask should've cooked for bioware....that would be awesome and add more to the "be the legend my n7 parent was" when we played as said legend! Also shepard deserves to be happy)

Miranda is that cool big income childless aunt with the best most expensive gifts (cant have kids but she really wants em. Poor miri) probably likes to check up on shepard and ryder a lot. Best aunt ever. (Miranda would be a bit awkward at first, holding a child but I think she'd warm up to it quickly. Maybe even tear up a bit if you didn't look.)

Tali is SO worried. Quarians have it bad as babies they cant leave the bubble. Gifts mutiple baby monitor too for all the vitals. Its very important in this stage to check on them! Quarians find the baby stage to be so stressful! She's ready to check baby monitors for you like a fnaf security guard. You sure you don't want her to hook you up with someone from the fleet who can install a bubble in your home?

Kaidan gifts something sweet and thoughtful. Cute n7 onesie for baby ryder, some diapers too. Diapers are expensive. Gotta make sure you have them ready, babies poop a lot. Maybe brings some of his cooking too. Probably researched too to make sure Garrus and Tali can eat some of his dishes, the sweetheart.

Ashley hauls in an entire crib by herself she and her sister used as kids, and now its passed down to you. Feel honoured, skipper. It's practically a Williams heirloom.

Wrex surprisingly has a soft gift. A cute blanket he and Eve/Bakara worked on. Or maybe all by himself. Nights in tuchanka can be tough, so he figured you would appreciate it even if your choice of planet to live on is much easier (and for weaklings, plssss move to tuchanka instead) Its useful and from the heart. He tries to hint you should name the kid Ryder Shepard Urdnot, since shepard is a honorary krogan anyways.

Liara has cute yellow flower baby pj's too with matching little socks and those little hats. She seems a bit melancholy but her smile is very geniune when she gives them.

Garrus gets one of those big baby bags. Or those baby carrier things for your back/front to carry the baby. Knowing him, probably both. Tactical and hey look, it's got pockets/belt ulities for your guns and thermal clips in case you need to shoot whilst carrying baby or the supplies, theres even room for scopes and attachments in here!... why are you raising your eyebrow like that?... did he get too carried away? (Garrus and Kaidan would be the type of dads to carry their kid anywhere in those things) with how the dlc went in quiet party version, Garrus would probably want to install a insane amount of security, making Tali's paranoid monitoring look normal in comparison. You thought Tali was paranoid? He'll show you. Both him and Shepards got a lot of enemies, and Garrus has lost a lot of good people. This baby gonna stay safe. Probably chills down after some reassuring tough. Maybe he'll tone it down a bit more... just a bit. After all, shepard keeps surviving the craziest things, so little Ryder probably will inherit that.

Grunt gets you a krogan shotgun he modified with ryders name engraved. His battlemaster's child will surely be a force to be reckoned with. Baby ryder will be a strong warrior one day, what do you mean babies cant fight right after they learn to walk? Huh!? How long will it be till he can fight ryder? Well...no matter...he got baby picture books too. Grunt himself is quite fond of reading after all. Maybe till Ryder is strong enough, they can have that in common.

Edi brings the most useful gifts she researched, it's all very sweet as she lists all her sources on child rearing and how to prepare for a child. Joker tries to pretend he didn't play a part in it, but he actually insisted on helping Edi research to get Shepard the best gifts and paid for it. Edi defiantly practiced beforehand how to properly hold a baby for days on end with a doll or a pillow.

Javik seems annoyed how lacking everyone's gifts are. In his cycle, babyshowers were much grander. More honorable, as the empire demanded it. He expected better from all the primitives, especially the asari. He muses how even with his expectations so low, this new cycle keeps dissapointing him. If he holds baby Ryder, he reconsiders finding an airlock the moment the moment the baby uses any bodily functions. So ugly. In his cycle...Well... he'd never actually held a baby before, he was a soldier. Not some caretaker or doctor. When he holds ryder he looks displeased. Its chubby and pink like a unboiled hanar, pathetic and ... yet he can't really stop looking. Ugly little primitive that keeps trying to put its sticky little fingers against his face and laughing... Well, OK... maybe it's best he does the holding, and not one of the other primitives. Not because he wants to, that's defiantly not it. Expect him to scowl harshly the moment anyone else of the crew wants a go at holding baby Ryder.

I love everything about this

Miranda constantly calls her sister to check if she's performing the cool aunt duities correctly since her sister actually had a family. Asking if giving out ten thousand credits as a baby shower gift is too little and if she needs to triple the amount.

Oh my god, Tali playing fnaf with the baby security cameras I can't. Shepard gets a call at 3am. because Tali hacked the baby monitors again to check on your child, and she saw that the blanket is almost falling off and you can't have that!! Go and gover your baby right now Shepard it is an emergency or they might get cold!

Kaidan who remembers how hard food came by in jump zero and makes sure to constantly drop by and help you with the baby food. Be it a fruit mush mix or a formula, he is ready to learn everything there is to make sure the little one is eating well. Saves you a lot of headaches too because you can drop your kid off at Kaidan and know they'll be fed and cared for.

Oh also he'll definitely use his biotics to play with the child and lift them up. He's very gentle and careful, it's endearing how much they giggle. They love the way his hair fizzles up because of his biotics, like touching the static screen of an older tv. He is the best when it comes to babysitting duty, the kid almost sees him as another parent even.

The image of Shepard going to open the door after inviting Ashley to their baby shower and Williams here comes hauling a huge ass crib with her bare hands and tells Shepard to step aside and direct here to where the baby room is.

Ashley builds the entire crib while the party is going on. Just rolling up here sleeves and telling you to send Garrus and Zaeed in here to help hold the flashlight for her while she works. Telling you all these stories about each scratch and mark on the crib and how it was used for all of her sisters. Garrus and Zaeed attempt to boobytrap the crib against intruders while she's not looking but she catches them.

Wrex talking about how Shepard should consider bringing baby Ryder for their rite ceremony on Tuchanka. How the thresher maws are waiting. Grunt volunteers so be their kresh and help baby Ryder like Shepard helped him before. Wrex bringing baby krogan Mordin with him to see Ryder and hinting at how they should be friends.

Liara is one of those people who immediately freeze when they're handed the baby to hold. Baby Ryder is giggling and running their fists over her hair and face while Liara is just staring at them, worried she might accidentally drop them and them remembering oh fuck babies response to facial features she needs to smile remember to smile.

It's the most forced nervous smile of her life. She is so out of her element. The Shadowbroker being reduced to a nervous wreck as she tries her best to act natural around Ryder and praying to the goddess inside thay they don't cry.

Then she finds out Kaidan likes to float them around with his biotics and she hands the baby back to you and goes to scold him about how it's not safe and he shouldn't risk it. How humans aren't like asari and we don't know the effects of biotics on them at this early age.

Garrus brings a toy gun that is actually a functional sniper rifle. He tries to convince you it is a good idea to have this on standby in case anyone tries to come at you while you're playing with your baby. He brings those baby books that teach you colours except it's one about sniper rifles that he handmade himself.

Lowkey suggests signing up Ryder for a turian bootcamp as early as they learn to walk. You know, just to teach them the basic self-defense techniques that any normal toddler needs, like how to check for someone's pulse point to know where to stab an air filled needle and fake a heart attack. Eventually, he gets called to build the crib with Ashley and gets busy hiding knives and emergency X Widow 6500 scopes for sniper rifles in between the wood pieces.

Just in case you misplaced your X Widow 6500 sniper rifle ultimate scope. You the one everyone has? And can't do without? Now you have a backup one! Or twelve.

Anderson being the only normal person and taking Ryrder to normal kids attraction in London. Showing them the big ben and taking them to a kid's playground as he sits with the moms and gushes about Ryder and Shepard and how proud he is of them.

One time Hackett becomes the emergency babysitter because Shepard is called in on a mission and everyone else is too far away. So he wears those baby chest straps and carries Ryder with him everywhere. The high admiral of the navy with a giggling friendly baby strapped to his chest.

Joker would be like "watch me be the kid's favourite" then completely gets ignored by baby Ryder when he comes at them all "hey little buddy"

Baby Ryder instead crawling on the ground and going to EDI. Finding the orange visor on her eyes fun to play with. EDI is definitely smug about it until Legion finally arrives and Ryder can't resist wrestling their way to freedom and crawling to Legion instead because kids love nothing more than unprotected shiny wires they could pop their head against.

Of course, Legion is very careful and never lets them, but it is amusing how hard tiny humans try to get themselves killed. Everyone quietly agrees that Ryder is definitely Shepard's kid at that moment.

Thane would run background checks on Ryder's kindergarten teachers and everyone in the area. He is able to snuff any attempt of a crazy Shepard fan to get in contact with Ryder before Shepard or alliance intel is even aware of it. He quietly guards your kid from the shadows and makes sure no harms befalls them.

During the baby shower, he can't help but get flashbacks to the birth of his Koylat. How adorable his own child was when learning to walk and grab stuff. How he missed most of those moments, how Shepard should treasure this time with Ryder.

#☆several characters #☆fluff #☆Garrus #☆Thane #☆Shepard #☆Ryder #☆baby Ryder #☆Tali #☆Ashley #☆Wrex #☆Javik #☆EDi #☆Legion #☆Kaidan #☆Grunt #☆Anderson #☆Hackett #☆Liara #☆Miranda

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cosmicdream222 · 6 months

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sorry to be morbid again but do you think we can manifest passing away early? im honestly past the point of wanting to exist and just want to get over this thing that im supposed to be a successful person but im not so idrc if i do or dont live

so many ppl on tarot related blogs ask about their fs but if we dont meet them does it matter and would they just move on with their life? like i think u have to have ur life put together but its genuinely so hard to do these days so i hope my fs wont be sad at all when i die cause i wouldnt be able to make tnem truly happy anyway cause im not happy myself with how things have been

ideally i wouldve done something in a sport or music but that ship sailed long ago and now im so stuck but id hate to be reliant on someone else and i shouldve moved out into my own place but housing is ridiculously expensive where im from and taxes dont help anyone. it takes years and years to pick up a talent so i have wasted those years and ik im just going to struggle to get past 50 if i were to have my own place bc minimum wage jobs suck arse and i dont want to be doinng something lame not that its lame for others to do it, its just not what i wanted to have done at all

you cant even get a degree without needing to fork out hundreds and thousands so yeah none of its easy and sure you can try subliminals but lets face it the systemn we are in is fucked up big time so rn i cant even bother with daydream about how it could have been or the what ifs i had done smth differently or if i had any talent but then theres still the, im too old and too foreign to do any sort of music as most successful groups nowadays are korean and even if i tried to do what they did it would probs end up killing me some way or other

its just either about having to be wealthy or having some type of talent both of which id fail at anyway as i shouldve done it years ago like a normal person who goes from being so so at something to being great at something.

i truly think i was born in wrong generation or i just shouldnt have been born at all then i wouldnt have to fret constantly abt these types of things. i think if the government genuinely sorted shit out for once and helped society ppl would be happier to work for less but im not happy at all with the current state of things. i feel guilty for existing and i hate it sm like god just let me end my life pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee there is nothing worthwhile in store, ik we could try shifting subliminals but have those genuinely worked? like u exit this reality and straight into the one you wanted originally? but then i might as well just pass away cause id have to know what i want in another reality

My dude, take a deep breath. You’ve ranted about all this same exact stuff a bunch of times now and I’m just gonna repeat the same thing I said to you last time:

All of that stuff you mentioned about your current reality is an illusion. Time is an illusion. It does not matter what you’ve done in the past. The economy does not matter. Your present circumstances do not matter.

I’ll add to that: Whatever some tarot reader or TikTok psychic says definitely does not matter. Idk what fs means but I’m guessing something like a twin flame and that is especially 1000% bullshit.

The spiritual community has created an incredible amount of false narratives to make excuses and blame outside forces for why things aren’t going their way. None of it is real. Seriously forget everything you learned about fate, karma, astrology, or anything else that’s saying something else is in control. Reality is an illusion. YOU are in control.

You don’t have to identify with any old bullshit anymore. Stop repeating the old story and think about what you do want. You can have literally ANYTHING! You say you don’t know what you want, ok, but you know what you don’t want, right?

I don’t want to work -> I want to live in a reality where I don’t have to work.

There, you just figured out something you want! It’s that simple.

I totally agree that this society is a horrific shitshow and I don’t want to be aware of it anymore either. But it’s just one version of reality available. It’s not the only reality and it’s not the original reality. You don’t have to be aware of it anymore if you don’t want to be.

You also don’t have to involve death at all. There’s a lot of misconception in the shifting world which has lead to concepts like “permashifting” and “respawning”, but those just all assume this current reality is the original one. It’s not.

Have you watched The Matrix? It’s really more like a documentary than science fiction lol. Just like in the movie, we are being tricked by a simulated virtual reality, controlled by a society that’s using us for our energy. Just think of reality as an escape room. We’re escaping the Matrix. Once you figure out how to leave, you don’t ever have to go back. There are infinite realities available to you, and none are more real or right or original than any others. Remember, death is not an ultimate, nor does it exist in all realities.

I am scripting a utopian reality with my best friend where there is no death, aging, or illness. Everyone is a master manifestor so they always get whatever they want. Nobody has to work and there isn’t even a need for money because we can manifest anything instantly. We can just relax and get massages all day. Everyone lives in peace and harmony and abundance. Animals are treated as equals to humans, we can all communicate with each other, and we can all fly and teleport. Because why the f not? 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

And if you really don’t want to exist (I’m guessing that other ask from a couple weeks ago is you too lol) you don’t have to exist in this reality, or any other. Removing your awareness from all physical reality is known as entering the void. You exist there as pure consciousness, and you can stay there as long as you like. It is you as your highest self. There’s nothing negative about it.

As for the whole subliminal thing, shifting subliminals are just one method. Shifting = manifesting = deciding what you want and experiencing it. It’s something we are always doing and is available to all of us. You don’t need any methods to shift besides intention. We just use methods to convince/calm the annoying human brain that is programmed with society’s limits.

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chocottang · 3 months

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Oh yeah I thought I'd ask: you said all the shadows are humans in that AU, with Jay being Joy's sister I believe? And of course Gold being Golden's grandpa's kid. So do you have ideas for the other shadows, like Fred, shadow Fox and shadow Cami? :0

hiii!!! yea! jay is joy's younger sister (for a year) and yeah!! i do have some ideas for the other shadows, but its a work in progress hehe

the one ive thought about more (besides gold and jay) is shadow fox!! (i.. have to think for names for them... even gold needs a different name lmao). he's fox and meg's cousin and he's an assholeeeeeee, so him and jay are close friends lmao they're kind of bullies but not to such an extreme degree. they're the kind of kids who will sideye you and make a joke at your expense once and then forget you exist. anyway, he meets gold through jay and he wants to date him. im still unsure if he genuinely has a crush on him or if he wants to get the family money lmao. he didn't even try with golden because jay would've killed him, because she has a one sided rivalry with golden where she wants to become more famous and successful than him, while golden thinks jay is too immature to handle a big following.

fox and s.fox have a baddddd relationship. the idea is that when meg and fox's parents died and their house burnt down, instead of going to the orphanage they moved in with their uncle and aunt. s.fox's parents are assholes. they didn't have a good relationship with meg and fox's parents in life, so they didn't want to take them in. they constantly complain about how they cant maintain 2 kids more, and blow up at the smallest mistakes or not-the-best attitude. s.fox took into this behaviour too, he was frustrated that he didnt have an escape from his parents anymore, and was now exposed to their verbal abuse all the time. but now that it was directed at meg and fox, s.fox was basically manipulated into believing that fox and meg are useless assholes. and when he heard that fox felt guilty for the accident he took that as admission of guilt. all of that + the fact he was frustrated and sad about his uncle and aunt dying made it so he became and asshole to the siblings, mostly fox. and he jsut grew up like that.

ok that was a lot uhh hes not an asshole to gold though he really likes the guy. he's constantly fluttering around him and hugging him and being all friendly and flirty and stuff, so cami HATESSS his ass lmao she gets pretty jealous. gold is not a big fan of s.fox hugging him or flirting and stuff but since he's a pushover he doesn't really say anything more than "stop 😐" and if he doesn't (which he usually doesn't bc, again, an asshole) he just deals with it. otherwise he thinks he's ok (gold doesn't know the whole drama between s.fox and fox, since fox avoids s.fox at all costs). anyways i have a sketch idea of his design

anyways. fred. freddy and him are twins! they get along fine, sometimes bother each other, usual siblings stuff. fred is part of the animatronics as the second voice and freddy plays the guitar. but fred realllyyyy wants freddy to also sing a little and have more presence on stage so he can get over his stage fright and general aversion to being seen. so whenever golden can't be around due to work he will be extremely happy because 1. he will be the main singer 2. he can force freddy to be his backup singer. so fred likes gold enough, because he takes golden away lmao. fred doesnt dislike golden or anything, maybe he's a little jealous but not so much that he hates him, he just sees him as a rock on his way to being the protagonist (and dragging freddy along). gold doesn't really like fred, because he has this weird attitude towards golden. gold has no strong feelings towards freddy, chica or fox tho, they seem ok.

as of shadow cami, i actually haven't thought of anything for her. I'm not even sure if I'll add her, since she was such a minor shadow. but maybe i will add her as a minor character, i thought perhaps cami's little sister, like 12 years old, because i like to think that shadow cami has a similar personality to cami when she was little, because she holds all that trauma, so i tend to think of her as smaller.

i also dont think ill include the fhsz3r0 shadows, like shadow bonnie and chica, because i dont want to have too many new characters, and since they probably wont interact with gold, who is the protagonist, idk if its worth it. but ill see!! i still have to expand the worlddddd

and i think thats all! thank u for the ask beloved mutual!!!! mwa

#fnafhs #fhs #mine #fhs human gold au #ask #multishipper-baby #how do i always end up making these so long thay they need a read more lmai

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lazulian-devil · 9 months

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Antoinette Burgund or the story of how I as a Sims Player actually laughed out loud in exasperation several times because holy fuck, this was a bad idea but also weirdly funny?

Let me tell you the story of my latest Sims 3 Adventure (its wild, my dudes):

We start out with a single mother, whos running away from her abusive boyfriend and therefore has:

- no money

- no skills (thats because she just spawned in)

- no connections

- no qualifications (my rule was, that she could only get a parttime job once she reached Lvl 5 in a skill and a full time job once her baby is a Teenager, because at that point, she should have enough "references" that she could take a lowlevel job. She was also not allowed to take any job that payed more than 30 Simoleons an hour at entry level).

Her name is Antoinette Burgund and she looks somewhat like there were fairies in her line, but she wasnt blessed with that particular gift. She and her son get set to 0 Familyfunds via cheat and then we start.

Her goal in Life? Learning all recipes. As a woman that constantly hungers, such luxuries fill her dreams.

She moves into a new neighbourhood and its hell. Her kid is constantly hungry, shes constantly tired, neither of them can sleep. She spends most of her time in the library to learn some essential skills (and because there are benches and computers) or at the gym, for showering. At some point, she realises there are dumpsters behind the gym but I - the Player - foolishly decide that she still has too much pride and try managing without.

This last about half an in game week of hunger and constant exhaustion (this is the first time I had a Sim with wishes like "buy a stove" or "buy a shower". Very immersive!) before she dumpster dives with a crying baby behind her in the parking lot. Luckily for her, she actually finds good stuff that she can sell via "eBay" and therefore can finally buy a crib and a sleeping bag. From learning gardening at the library, she also has slowly fruiting tomatoes and grapes.

Though she is constantly hungry anyways. With a combination of fishing, gardening and dumpster diving, she eventually manages to buy a 4*4 "shed", with a toilet, outside shower, etc. Its... Not going well. She cant buy her toddler much to play with, making him reliant on weird gifted doll that occupies all his time. And her diet consists of apples, tomatoes and the occasional dining experience. Mostly stealing from public picknick stuff though.

When Julian grows up, Antoinette leaves him to his own devices while she tries to provide for him. They barely talk, as her shift follows right after his schoolday and by the time she gets home, he tends to be asleep.

But she always puts food in the fridge for him and when he wishes for something, she makes it possible. Julian is an artistic child, so she signs him up for after school ballet classes and gets him an easel to paint with.

At some point, while Julian is at home and Antoinette is in the library at night, she decides to marry into a wealthy family. Shes pretty enough and charming, so she starts online dating and actually matches with someone she knows to be rich. Even though it feels wrong, she knows that her boy wont have a good future when the tax payment takes about a fifth of what they have. Adding to the shed is expensive, her fruit dont sell for much and her job makes her around 100 Simoleons per day.

And she would do anything for her boy. Trying to set up a meeting is denied several times, but the rich man (someone by the name of Van Ghoul) and her text and he seems nice enough. One day, she decides to just visit his house and is practically marveled at the size of it. She also learns why her phone boyfriend isnt meeting up with her: Hes married. So much so that his adult son opens the door. Adult and very much single.

Also, a vampire. But after everything shes been through, why shouldnt she have immortality? She deserves the power. She deserves the strength.

So she seduces his son, a man that barely knows hardship. Who drives a car that costs more than she ever had in her life. He is nice though. Incredibly so. He doesnt complain about being taken out to cheap dinner or going to free places. Hes a good man, all things concidered.

Then it happens. Antoinette asked him out after she got a promotion. Hes ecstatic and takes her out to the feygardens, Antoinettes favourite place. They walk and talk (and woohoo) in the Aboreum. Its perfect. She wants to propose then and there, ask him to move in, meet her boy.

But, as they walk outside, a meteor strikes both of them dead. He dies, in an instant. Antoinette does too. But death is so amused by her constant misfortune, that he lets her live.

The meteor also turns out to be worth a fortune, enough for her to upgrade the shed into a small house.

[This was by far the funniest part of the playthrough, it was so unexpected].

Broken, grieving and utterly convinced that life just hates her, she goes to a bar. Everything was looking up, her boyfriend loved her, they wanted to marry. Her son was having good grades despite everything and even made some friends!

She walks into the bar, confused and worried and all kinds of messed up. The barman, for some reason, is immediately smitten with her. She doesnt know it yet, but the man that buys her a drink and makes her laugh about everything is also rich. She wont know for quite some time more. She doesnt really care.

Joe McDuff calls her again and again and over the years, while her boy becomes a Teenager, she falls for him. Hard.

Julian now goes to artclass after school, becoming a magnificent painter. All the time she spent playing xylophon with him have put the music into his soul and he gets more and more artsy as the years go by.

Eventually, Joe tells her everything: He doesnt have a job, all his money comes from his dad, he doesnt have a fancy car or anything else, but he loves her. So much. He would marry her right now.

And they do. With only the Player and her son as witness, Joe and Antoinette marry in front of the shed, mid summer, and he leaves his home and family behind. They call, worried, but Joe promises them a party once everything is settled and they reluctantly let him go.

He doesnt bring much money, but its enough to add a few rooms to the house and give Julian his own room. They even buy a computer and as a gift to his stepson, Joe gets him a guitar.

It turns out that Joe has absolutely no skills whatsoever, but hes a sincere man that left the comfort of his home for the love of his life. They'll make it work.

[He is useless. I lobe him, but he is such a spoiled child. Also he wants to become an Athlete, so making him jog everywhere is weirdly funny to me]

Not too long after that, Antoinette is pregnant and the family party needs to be canceled in favor of the new baby: Cesare. Born on the night of Julians prom. He comes home late, gets arrested and scolded by his mother and put to house arrest.

Yup. Poor Julian.

This was a wild fucking ride and it was so much fun. I sincerely never struggled this hard to keep them alive and well, and it was the most fun Ive had in a while with Sims 3! Cant wait to get back to the idiots.

(Also, play with unlucky Sims. Its fantastic).

#the sims 3 #the sims ultimate collection #sims 3 #antoinette burgund #my sims

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thekrows-nest · 1 year

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normally i dont have my OCs be yanderes when I set them up with someone else's yan OC but i like the idea of a yandere primmy with krow <3<3<3 some more naughty stuff will come eventually

General Things:

Prim 100% has her hands on Krow all the time she's so insatiable 😭 (Ofc she stops whenever Krow asks- consent is sexy :lipbite:) I know she'd love to press long and drawn out smooches on Krow's lips only to nip his lip as she pulls away. Prim adores holding his hand all the time or wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. She peppers kisses all over krow's hands calling them pretty and gushes about how talented they are as an artist. Constantly compliments him on anything and everything. Prim would frame anything that Krow gifts her 🥰 She'd put little braids in his hair, transferring some of her hair clips onto him.

Prim's huge on gift-giving. I haven't specified it too much i think??- but Primmy’s not the type to just buy expensive gifts because they're expensive. (She haaates most of the popular luxury brands) She honestly puts the effort to buy gifts that are meaningful to her darling. I'd say Prim would avidly watch Krow paint/sculpt and take note of any paint/material he runs low on. As much as she would love for krow to let her spoil them with her money she understands that it can be overwhelming so she tries to be careful about it. She buys him groceries often because he probably cooks all the time for her since she cant cook for shit 😭

Yanyan things:

I don't think there's very many things that Krow would do to make her act rashly 🤔 I think they pair so well that its just unlikely jdhdbdbd

But i still wanna talk about kidnapping so lets pretend Primmy lost a few (more) screws

Krow would wake up in a plush bed, leg chained to the wall, enough slack to move around the room. Prim sits at the foot of the bed, perking up as she spots him awake. "Birdie! Good morning, love." She coos, leaping over and tightly hugging him. A sweet strawberry scent fills his senses. She tightly grips his face, looking at him with absolute adoration. "I know this seems a little scary but it's for the best. I can't have you getting away from me." She nuzzles him close, sharp nail nicking his cheek as she moves. She presses a kiss over the cut and licks the small bead of blood. Krow lifts a hand to feel his neck, a collar customized to suit him sit snugly on him. "Oh I'm so happy I have you here with me, birdie. We'll be together forever and ever." She lets out an airy giggle, lacing their fingers together.

Okay NOW I think I have the spoons to actually respond to this ndfgbld

Krow is totally fine with all the physical affection Prim wants to give him (the only time he'd really ask her to stop is when he is trying to work on some art, ESPECIALLY if it's something where he could accidentally nick her like if he was carving something). He'd definitely get a bit bashful over the compliments, but accept them in good stride. What affection she gives him, he returns in equal doses. Krow is like a mirror, reflecting the love and attention his Dove gives him in turn.

Small, meaningful gifts Krow can and does appreciate. Like I mentioned before, the more expensive and/or grand the thing, the more awkward he gets over it. Even if he KNOWS it is within Dove's price range, what makes him feel weird about it is that he cannot do the same in turn. Like, he can also gift small, cute stuff. But something impressive with a hefty price tag? Not at all. And he'll cook all the time for Prim. He enjoys it and food is something that makes him very happy. I hope Prim delights in different foods and cuisines like he does. You'll never get bored with Krow's cooking.

As for the yandere side of things hoo boy.

Like you said (and I think I did too), I highly doubt there's anything either one would do to make the other spiral into more crazy yandere acts. Prim I am sure wouldn't do anything to ignite Krow's jealousy (not to dangerous levels anyway) and I don't think Krow would do anything in turn.

But again, for the sake of the plot bunny, let's say he did.

Admittedly Krow is... torn?

On one hand, he is flattered that Prim loves him SO MUCH that she wishes to keep him forever and ever. He feels much the same! He'd love to stay forever! But also like... "Heheh, D-Dove, m-my Muse, y-you didn't have to g-go through s-such efforts. Y-you could have simply a-asked me to m-move in." And he was... never gonna get away from you?

And yet. And yet he thinks of his coworkers. Especially Luke and Jazzy. He loves the both of them too. He wants them in his life somehow. It is not like they replace Prim or are more important. Prim AND Luke with Jazzy are equally important! Krow knows he'll have to proceed with caution to convince Prim that he WILL be with them, forever and he isn't leaving them or anything. But he has some devotion to Luke and Jazzy too.

It's... a sticky situation for sure.

#krow asked and answered #krow in character #the krow's nest #dove prim #dove aviary

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xherry7816 · 2 years

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not 2 brag but ive offically reach 100 likes YIPPIE !!!!

anyways i thought abt the thiefKAI au (gosh i hate KAI so mcuh hes always in my head) and i tried 2 make like drawing 4 it.

so basically if this was a long au i think itd start, yk, at the start so at the time KAIs just starting out but like gaining traction from society or whatever

so these are what i had in mind for like his og look, i gave him this fat hood bc A, i cant draw hoods and B, i think he looks silly (in a good way) erm and his shirt reached to just under the crotch. gosh erm i didnt like saying that, can i say upper middle thigh reigion ?? uhhh yeah. OH and the question is raised oh yeab sure its makes sense he could have become a thief because he needs food and supplies for him and NYA but why is he becoming some big scale infamous theif ?? thank you fot asking and well my answer is GARMADON (aaaahh!!) or some other large scale villain hiring KAI to steal all this expensive important stuff to yk exchange for money. the villain gets to progress with thier evil scheme and KAI, who is yk oblivious, gets money from it - win win situation.

i was thinking about giving well known better off more successful theifKAI to be wearing an oni mask, yk the full coverage and cool power boost (specifically the mask of hatred because it turns u all lava-y and how the color ourple is associated with royaltly and therefore the wealth and expense KAI loathed for in childhood which i think would be a nice way 2 tie it all together) but idk if that made him too OPish if yk what i mean but then again its not like hes in awarw of the other two masks, not that he'd go on a quest for them unless he knew they were valuable so maybe i will give him the mask.

and o my dear friends you may wonder AA WHAT ABOUT NYA ??? FEAR NOT compadre for i have a plan for him HOHO. so obviously NYA isnt oblivious to her brother's job shenanigans but hes kept enough of it away from her that she doesnt have enough of the pieces to put it all together so basically he has no idea whats goinf on with her brother. however NYA does manage to grow up somewhat comfortably and she manages to secure his place quite high in BORG.INC, aha saying INC kinda makes it sound evil. in this way she gets acquainted with PIXAL, ZANE and JAY who are during this time all ninja bc yk BORG stuff. btw we are moving this all into an au where the world turns out somehwat the same even without KAI just so i dont have to imagine the whole word differently bc thatd be hard and id make plenty of inconsistencies. ANYWYAS theyre all friends which is cool however NYA has a secret identity, ull never guess it,,,, SAMURAI X whoo !!!! SAMURAIX is a solo vigilante that not only stops crime but sometimes teams up with the NINJA (whos identies are secret) to fight bigger gangs.

everyone gets acquainted during one of KAIs heists where hes tryna steal, idk a golden weapon because theyv all been dug up and put on display in old rich peoples homes. i feel KAI is more on the stealth side of things but once he engages into battle he likes to be a little eccentric but cornered hes awfully angsty. this is indeed still and elemental master au! however KAI and NYA have not yet realised they can will the elements.

ill stop drawing KAI now i need 2 draw the other members, its literally been months since ive drawn LLOYD and ive never drawn PIXAL,,, someone please take this au i want 2 see something be done witj it TT

#ninjago #kai ninjago #lego ninjago #nya ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago lloyd #zane ninjago #jay ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #pixal ninjago #ninjago fanart

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it is midnight and that means its saturday so i am here for my matchup 🤭 in all honesty i have been wanting to request one from u for so long bc i love the way u write your matchups loll, but ANYWAYS! could i pls get a haikyuu matchup? i go by she/her, im straight nd i’d like a romantic matchup 🫡 so im like 5’2 i think, dyed black hair (goes a bit past my shoulders and my natural color is brown), brown eyes, and i have a lot of freckles on my face. i have my septum and both sides of my nose pierced along with a few ear piercings.im an ambivert so how i act definitely depends on the environment im in but with the right people im very outgoing (very chatty lol). but my social battery also gets drained v fast so after big social gatherings i need some time to recover (usually recovering = taking a long nap). i get really snappy if i my social battery is drained so the whole recovery thing is v important lmao. i am also a very sleepy person, my friends like to joke that im chronically tired lmfao, i take naps almost every day and if im in a car, sitting down in class or doing something like that i probably will fall asleep. i cannot control it T_T i also trip, run into things, drop things, etc. all the time. my house could be dead silent and then out of nowhere u just hear a crash and “what the fuck” yea thats me sorry 🤫🤫 i also like to tease ppl a lot, not in a flirty way more like in a provoking way (i cant flirt i have 0 rizz). moving on!! some things i look for in a relationship r someone who can be patient with me and dont mind reassuring (if they do it without me asking its 100x better). i love when show theyre thinking abt me through little things like “oh i was at the store and i saw your fav candy so i picked it up” or “i saw your favorite flowers on my walk home and thought of you” id cry. also someone who isnt afraid to show they care (not in a sense of like pda but moreso they arent too prideful to do dumb stuff like dance with u at 2 am in the kitchen). anyways my type! they dont have to be like 7ft tall but maybe 5’9 or 5’10 +. i like funny guys but not funny at the expense of others. i also really like guys that are able to actually respect me as a person. i pride myself on being really smart and mature (when i need to be lol) and i genuinely would not be able to stand someone that saw me as any less than that. OK MOVING ON! hobbies/ interests! i love music. so much. music is my creative outlet and how i express myself. i annotate song lyrics. i connect with music through personal experience its just so so important to me. i am learning how to play the electric guitar so i can connect with it even more. my favorite artists rn are the 1975, mitski, ptv and sleeping with sirens:p although im always open to expanding my music taste!! i also like to play some video games(obsessed with animal crossing lately lol). aand my love language is words of affirmation. sorry if this is really long T_T and if you dont get to this no biggy but if you do tsym!<3

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD THIS MORNING LMFAOOOOO. and that little note at the beginning is so sweet! i am so glad i am able to do a matchup for you anon!! okay, so i have a perfect little dude for you, but it may be random so bear with me. i love this man, so i hope you do too!

the character I chose for you is...

KEISHIN UKAI!!!

OKAY

HEAR ME OUT!

ukai is flippin hot

i would love to be in your shoes

(he's my fav haikyuu character besides tanaka, so you're lucky frrr)

he would love your piercings

he's a piercing fella himself (he's what made me want to get my second ear piercings lmfaoooo)

like he thinks it's high key hot

he's also an ambrivert, so both of your personalities match up really well

he is totally understanding of your drained social battery (plus, he gets the same way) so he'll just let you nap while he works or leave you alone if needed

WILL 100% TAKE NAPS WITH YOU

like will hold you in his arms and nap a whole day away when he gets the day off

you will always knock over things in his shop and he'll just laugh or wait for you to pick it up while dead staring at you lmfaoooo

he'll definitely know if you walk in when he hears a whole ass display get knocked over

he thinks it's cute when you tease him even if you say it isnt about flirting, his dumbass thinks it is which is fine by you so you can tease him more often

the real reason i picked this guy is because of what you said about him bringing you things that made him think of you

like this man will roll up with a chocolate bar and shove it in your hand with a pile of chips shoved in his mouth and say "I thought of you today at the store and grabbed this"

he doesnt see it as much, but you are over the moon about it

when he finds out about how much you love it, he will keep doing it

he is very patient and caring for you and literally only has eyes for you

he also always gets you to laugh, which always makes his day

please play music for him

he will have heart shaped eyes if you do

he will 100% play videogames with you, but you have to teach him how to play half of the time lmfaoooo

he will always tell you how much he loves you and how pretty and amazing you are frfr

if you go to any of his practices or games when he is coaching, he will brag about you

(i am so sorry this took so long i forgot it was in my drafts. i hope you love it nonetheless though!!!)

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matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

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hardtoimagineblaireverchanging · 2 months

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this could be the most incoherent string of text you have ever read but i want to try as hard as i can to sum up how im feeling, even though there are no words

i just sang through this is home and my voice sounded relatively deep, but not deep or masculine enough. i look down at my hands and they dont look like mine, they dont feel real, neither does my body, nor do i. im this close to using the pair of scissors i found on sunday, the ones i used to get my blades out of my sharpener, and my blades to just do my hair myself. knowing that its there is killing me. i want to cut my chest apart. i cant do anything to get it to look flatter. i never thought that i would want to but i really want to have top surgery, atleast now i do anyways. but the process is so long and its so expensive too. so is going on t. the only way either of those things would happen is if i go through private healthcare services, and that would be in a years time at least. i have the whole of two masculine outfits and ive been struggling to even wear pajamas because they all just seem so feminine. i hate every inch of my body and cant see anything masculine about it. i want to be toned, i want to have atleast slightly defined abs and muscles but its so out of reach for me because im fucking lazy, i want a v line, i want my collarbones and my jawline to be more prominent. i want my thighs to be thinner and more muscle rather than fat. i just want to look more like myself. i feel like im living someone elses life. people always say theyre ‘in the wrong body’ when they come out as trans but i well and truly am. i dont want this. i cant have this. its like a sick game and i want out. i dont know what other words to say. i cant find them. everything about me doesnt just feel wrong anymore, it is wrong. and it isnt taken seriously either.

im getting the worst urges in the world. i want to cut myself, burn myself, run away and make sure i dont get found. pack a bag, take everything i need with me, maybe take nothing at all. i know i wouldnt take my phone. id draw all the money i had out in cash, make myself harder to trace. or maybe i wouldnt take money. maybe id just disappear, completely. all i know is that im so tired, rhys, so fucking tired. you know the worst itll get is me harming myself, i wouldnt do anything worse than that, but i really want to. i cant cope with how real everything is. but it doesnt feel real enough at the same time. my thoughts are so conflicting and so confusing too, and all i want is quiet. youd be able to make things quiet. i know you would. i just want to sleep, lay with you. then ill stop thinking and itll be quiet.

my relationship with food is getting really messy again. part of me wants to eat and eat and keep eating until i start throwing up because i ate too much, part of me never wants to touch food again. i want to wither away. decay. i want everyone around me other than you to feel helpless, like this is their fault, because it is. the only person to help has been you, i wouldnt want you to feel guilty or helpless or responsible because you are the only good left in my pointless existence. i dont want to get out of bed or move ever again. i wont. things are really really bad this time. i think ive spent the best part of or atleast half an hour typing this out and i still feel there is so much more left to say or to explain but i dont know how to.

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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okay heres a concept that was on my mind:

friend/secret mutual feelings w (soft) frat boy steve? kinda s1 steve vibes, but college aged. youre at a party and get a bit too drunk, he sees a guy trying to make moves on you while you can’t even hold your head upright. he comes over & has his back faced to the guy as he looks at you all soft & concerned like “everything alright over here princess? he bothering you?”

anyways i would love to be 🕊 if its not taken? i love your stuff & wanna interact more :)

protective steve 😵‍💫😵‍💫 his cologne hits you first. the sharp spicy scent undeniably expensive and recognizable. then you feel his arm slide around your shoulder smooth and warm, the easy tug of you into his side, the click in your head the moment you fit against him perfectly.

he has his sunglasses on but his head is tipped down towards you as he speaks. and you can guess his expression anyway, eyes honey soft. maybe some green splashed in there if you stared hard and long enough.

you say, "steve." his name like a sigh on your lips, slipping between your lips like sweet alcohol. his head inclines a little more, listening. "its fine. but. can you take me somewhere? s'getting loud in here."

you dont want him to get confrontational on your account, though you appreciate that he totally would.

"uh huh." hes already guiding you away, hand at the small of your back. doesn't even spare the other guy another glance. neither do you, to be fair. you're focused on the outline of his palm through your blouse. "come with me."

he takes you somewhere quiet in the house. a room no ones using. the music is muffled when he closes the door. leans against it and just. looks at you. he takes his sunglasses off and pushed a hand through his hair, and bites his lip. "better?" he asks.

you nod. shuffle back until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you sit. it is better. you'd been getting overwhelmed by it all. the loudness. the man flirting with you. he wasn't being an asshole persay, he just. wasn't steve.

"thank you." you smile at him. "my hero."

his eyes flash with something you cant figure out in the dim light of the room. he pushes off from the door and walks to you, until hes standing over you and you have to look up at him from where you're sitting.

hes a dream. that brown hair, styled and soft and floppy. his face is somehow boyish and manly at the same time, with his square jaw and angelicly soft face. full lips and big eyes. so pretty and so big. hes like a prince from a fairytale. you always tell him so.

when he cups your cheek, you lean into it like a cat. his thumb rubs over your cheek, back and forth. "i didn't like that." he says quietly, like hes telling you a secret. you blink up at him. "i didn't like seeing you with him. it made me feel-" he chews his lip, eyebrows squeezing like hes pained.

you fist his shirt in one hand. "made you feel what?" did it make him feel the way you did when you saw girls hanging off him? twisted and ugly inside?

his thumb moves so it's tracing your bottom lip. "no ones good enough for you." your mouth parts naturally and his eyes darken noticeably. his thumb hovers on your lip, on the precipice of dipping inside. you consider moving forward, wrapping him between your lips. "not even me."

instead of arguing about it- you'd had this argument too many times- you give into temptation. moving forward just enough to seal your mouth around the digit. lashes fluttering at the salt of his skin on your tongue. steve. any part of him filling you is heady.

his breath hitches. you feel his thumb twitch in your mouth. hear him swallow.

you let yourself suck around him, hear the shuddering way he whispers your name, like it hurts him to say it. like you're torturing him.

you hold his wrist as you let his thumb pop free, look up at him with big eyes.

"i think you're the best thing that could happen to me."

maybe he would argue. maybe its the alcohol from earlier in both your veins, maybe its the jealousy of seeing another man make you smile tonight, maybe hes just tired of beating himself up, maybe hes just too fucking weak to push away what he wants, but he doesn't deny it. because what the fuck was that stunt? sucking his thumb? you're evil. and he doesn't stop himself from exhaling a quick "fuck." before he leans down to kiss you.

#ask #steve harrington x reader #hehe #🕊 anon

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 years

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CRUSH(ED)

male yandere x reader

“I'm telling you, that episode was ridiculous!" You laughed at the boy's enthusiasm; he walked next to you, his shoulder nearly bumping against yours.

"I cant believe they killed off a main character, she was my favorite too.." you groan.

Making the way along each locker, you finally stopped in front of your own.

"Ahh really? I thought the dashing male lead would have stolen your heart." Your friend sarcastically responded, striking a pose. You shoved him lightly, laughing.

Lain had been your best friend for a few years now, and you being his.

Starting out as spooked freshmen, Lain had no problem winning you over with his expert knowledge on the school and his class clown title. You strived to be like him: confident, well spoken, and well liked. He was genuinely perfect in your eyes. A little too perfect. He got along with everyone, it was a surprise that he even took you under his wing; being near antisocial and with your head down, you were grateful he continued to make an effort to be there. You stuck to his side like glue.

Which is why it hurt a little too much when he would play with you.

Getting close was not foreign to him; he was not particularly touchy with other people you noticed, but would easily stake claim by putting an arm around you, holding your hand, or putting his face a little too close when whispering.

You questioned him, wondering if he possibly liked you. At first you felt like you looked to into it; but the internet article "5 Signs He's Into You" made you question. Sure, it was dumb as hell to rely on a dating tips website, but what other choice did you have?

Yet the rejection was something you weren't prepared for.

"Do I like you? C'mon (Y/n) don't joke around. I could never see you that way, who could?" Lain laughed at your expense, not realizing the comment struck you harder than intended. He was known for brutal jokes, but that outright felt like too much. After all, you weren't the one toying with him! Putting your arms around him and such, you could never be so bold. So why did he get to do it? You never brought it up again, feeling too ashamed to try. And Lain never questioned it outloud either.

Ever since, it felt like he hovered a bit before tickling you or snuggling up against you on the couch; but he continued to be "friendly" affectionate.

"Helloo, are you off in space?" Lain waved a hand in front of your face. You had gotten lost in thought again. You snapped up to look at his gaze, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, just thinking about the test coming up." You lied, trying to cover the hurt crossing your eyes.

"Yeah, okay," Lain said, his eyebrows going up questioningly.

"Anyway, chem is about to start so hurry up."

You begin to chatter about something with Lain whilst rummaging through your tiny locker for books. Lain does the same from a few lockers down; it's honestly a miracle he's so close to you.

"So anyway-" you were cut off, as a rush of papers fell out of your locker. You caught most of them before they hit the floor, but a loose sheet and envelope managed to escape your cradle. Lain moved to pick them up. His movement felt painfully slow, as you began to sweat. Shoving the papers back in your locker, you shut it tight, not bothering to deal with the dangling lock. You ripped the pink scented envelope out of Lain's hands. He was inspecting it, curious but a frown pulled his lips downward.

"What's that." He asked, his voice monotone and bland. "Nothing." You respond quickly, shoving it into an open pocket In your backpack. "What do you mean nothing? That wasn't nothing." Lain moved to look behind you, but you turned sideways to avoid his curious glare. "Its nothing!!" You shout, looking down. Your face was growing hot.

Lain saw a small name scribbled on the blush colored envelope, but it was taken away too fast for him to read. He was itching to get his hands on it again. Whoever that was meant for would surely not be receiving it. But a brilliant idea popped in his head. " is that from a se-cret lo-ver.." He teased, wiggling his eyebrows whilst looking at you.

"No! Its, it's not from anybody." You rubbed the sweat off your palms. This was bad, he wasn't supposed to see that. "So, then you wrote it. Who's it for?" Lain's voice strained, his face inching closer to yours.

"Its.." you quickly tried to come up with am excuse. "Its just a thank you note! I got extra help on math homework this past weekend thanks to a teacher."

Lain gave you a quizzical look.

"But you were hanging with me this weekend, and I always help you-"

"It was on friday." You interrupted. Staring into Lains eyes, you desperately hoped your flustered face wasn't noticeable. He scrutinized you. Lain could tell you were lying but wouldnt point it out. Doing so wouldn't allow you to reveal who it actually was. He just needed to bide time. "Alrighhtt." Lain said, sounding unconvinced. The last bell rang, and you quickly waved to him and walked away. Thank goodness you had different a class than him this period.

During the entire class, Lain couldn't get his mind off of that letter. Who's name was on it.. even worse what was in it? Was it really just a thank you note? No way. A pink scented letter with hearts drawn on the back did not read the thought of "thanks for teaching me geometry." Rather it screamed a love letter. That's the only thing it could be. But who was it for??? Certainly not a family member or outside friend. You hard hardly any friends in school as it was. Hmm, Lain tried to think of names that could match the short few scribbled letters. But you had shown no interest in any of those people... Lain gripped the sides of his head, grunting in frustration. Why the hell didn't you just say who it was for? This would've made everything easier.

Lain knew he had much work to do. It was easy at first keeping you to himself; his touchy advances warned off any other possible suitors. Even if you said you were just friends with Lain, no one would be comfortable enough to get with you knowing you had a friend that touchy. But now another person was in the mix... a crush. You had never mentioned anyone you fancied. Did you really keep this hidden from him? Your best friend? Lain felt dejected, angry, and heartbroken. This would not be the end, but it caused more difficulty now that he had to swoon you even further.

The female teacher ended her speech on chemical compounds, and rounded everyone up to get packed. You quickly shoveled the folders back into your backpack, delicately taking out the decorated envelope, and holding it to your chest. Okay. Today was the day. You were going to tell him. It was alright if you got rejected, you prepared yourself for this! One of your friends was already on standby with a bucket of icecream and bad hallmark movies. But now.. it was lunch! You shuffled out of the classroom, anxious to meet up with Lain again. No doubt he would ask a bunch of questions. How were you supposed to answer? It was clear he would be angry at you for not telling him about the fellow sooner. This was just a hassle you could have avoided by placing that envelope somewhere else! Lain met you at lunch, pulling your wrist to sit down next to him. Trying to calm your nerves, you took out your food, eating quickly. "So," lain said mischievously, "who's the lucky person deemed your 'crush'?"

You calmed your composure, taking a sip of water. "I told you it's a thank you note."

"I call bullshit." Lain said a little too harshly. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to appear too bothered.

Silence followed the two of you. You looked down at your food, trying to appear busy.

"Come ooonn, you have to tell me sometime! No one sends a thank you note in pink with hearts all over it." Lain rested his head onto his folded arms. Your loss of composure made him smile. You were so cute, trying to hide things so obvious from him. "So you saw that huh.." you coughed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Duh. So are you going to tell me who it is??" Lain pleaded. He grabbed your hand, giving you the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

You folded, sighing and looking down at the table. It was comforting to have his fingers folded between your own but it made telling him ten times harder. "Well.. he's someone in my class-" "’Which class?" "Uh..world history." "Where does he sit? Do I know him, is it even a he??" Lain bombarded you with questions you knew you couldn't reveal. Fiddling with the hem of your jacket, the dangerous glint in Lain's eyes went unnoticed by you. "He.. has green eyes and uh.. I dunno, he uh he sits near me." "Green eyes and I know him okay what's his name?" You nearly flinched, the hope that Lain wouldn’t ask that, left you.

Getting up the courage to tell him, you gripped onto your backpack.

"Well he's-"

By a sudden twist of fate, the universe decided you could live today, with the early ring of the school bell. Students stood up to leave, laughing and talking amongst each other. You blew a sigh of relief, collecting your things and hardly making eye contact with Lain. "Hey wait-" "Gottagotoclassnowbye!!" You shuffled out the door, trying to speed walk it out. Shoving past other students, you held your head down. They looked at you with annoyance but you didn't have any time to apologize.

After today things with Lain would go back to normal and either you'd score a boyfriend or leave with your heart torn to shreds.

Sounded like a pretty good deal in your opinion.

Lain sat in shock as you pushed past people out the door. He gripped the edge of the table, trying to calm down. He was usually able to contain his anger, but today you and that letter were pissing him off. Why wouldn't you just say who it was?? Now he'd have to follow you, trying to find out who it is for by bothersome people he didnt care for.

Lain didn't mind following you to find the information, but much more preferred you to outright tell him. That way, he wouldnt have to waste time learning the name of who he needed to get rid of. It had taken Lain weeks to get the courage to approach you at the beginning of your friendship. Despite his carefree and jovial act, you sat there looking unfazed, and perfect in his eyes. No one else mattered when you were in that room, no one else mattered as long as you laughed at his jokes and played along with him. You were divine; the definition of beauty to him. And he needed to be near you, to be in your presence and know he was cared for by you. Lain didnt intend to get so defensive and angry; it had just developed. His mother did the same thing for his father, so why should his love be any different? He'd make sure you threw away that envelope and your feelings for whatever bastard they belonged to. and he'd be there to comfort you every step of the way. Lain skipped his classes, no matter how desperately he needed to attend. It was worth it to see you scribble in your notebook in each class, drawing hearts around your name and some other he couldn't manage to read. Dammit. What he would give to find that assholes name. Best case scenario, it was just some theater geek he could scare off. Lain prayed it wasn't some jackass who'd use you.. such types were always the hardest to draw away. They are always so stubborn to get rid of, one way or another. You held the letter close to your heart, walking with determination to your last few classes. It made Lains heart flutter, knowing you were so determined. Oh why couldn't you have just fallen for him?? He had worked so hard, and yet you were confessing to someone else; someone not worthy of your time. Lain dug his nails into his hands, unable to control the rage. The letter was within his reach, if you'd just move a few steps closer. But alas, you stepped away, chatting with a classmate. You couldn't know he was following you; then he'd be labeled a creep and never see you again!

Biting his nails, Lain tried to figure out a different plan of attack. He was your best friend, youd have to come crying back eventually.

"Hey y/n!" One of your male classmates ran up to you, smiling with a folder in his hand. He questioned you about this weeks homework. As much as you liked being of service, he was really getting in the way of something important. You smiled, and politely told him the pages of work due. He thanked you, and lingered for a bit longer, making small talk. "So uh.. are you finding this class difficult?" He questioned. You internally groaned, tired of all this daily chatter. "Uhm, not particularly, y'know Mrs. C-" before you were about to suggest other means of help to the student, Lain appeared from the corner. His walking was abnormal,like he had just sprouted from the ground.

"Hey glad I found you!" He said, looking at you expectantly. You held your books and the scented envelope tighter against your chest. "Oh heya." You replied back "Uh you know each other?" The male student across from you asked.

"Yes we do now we gotta go, y/n I'd like to show you something important." Lain lied, having full intent of doing anything he could to get you away from that creep. That "classmate", had evil intentions of bothering you. Bothering in such a way that Lain most certainly did not approve of. He pushed your shoulders from behind, leading you away from the confused boy. "By then!" He called out. Before you could reply, trying to turn around, Lain shouted, "goodbye now!" Leading you away this time by the arm. You tried to shrug off his weird behavior, assuming it was because of his desperation for knowing your secret crush. You didn't like to flatter yourself so, but it was very clear that Lain abhored his fair share of gossip, especially when it involved you for some reason. "Uh, Lain?" You called out, trying to stop his fast pace. Lain kept walking, his grip on you getting tighter. "Lain that hurts-" you called out. His grip was bruising, leaving an imprinted handmark. Lain turned around, his grip on your wrist faltering. You rubbed the indent, frowning at the twisted and tingling pain. "Hell. I'm sorry y/n." The boy lifted up your sleeve, caressing the mark. Lain would be lying if he said he didn't like the way a piece of him was evident on you. "I'm sorry..." he whispered again bringing your wrist up his mouth, his lips gliding over your inner wrist. You stepped back, bewildered at his actions. Sure, sometimes Lain was a bit touchy but this? Okay this was CLEARLY out of friendly bounds. You stumbled over your words, pulling your hand back. Your fingers slightly brushed against his face and hair; it sent shivers though you. You pushed the slightly bruised hand against your chest, protecting it. "So uh.. can you- can you meet me on the rooftop after the last bell?" You question, avoiding Lains slightly dejected face. He quickly recovered, resuming a decent posture and smiling fakely. "Of course. What for?" Damn, you knew he was going to ask. "Well uh.." you tried to make something up on the spot, something that would draw him in.

"I'll tell you the person who I'm interested in!" You said a little too enthusiastically. It was brilliant; how had you not thought of that before? Lain was interested in juicy gossip, and that was the perfect thing to trap him with. And well.. you weren't really lying.

Lain smiled a bit too widely; yes! He had gotten you to tell him without even resulting to undignified methods! It should have been an easy feat; especially considering he was your best, and only, real friend. He decided then and there how he would proceed; first, meet with you, find out the losers name you were so unfortunately infatuated with, next research the bastard, and decide whether a quick kill to the guy's reputation or more.. unseemly methods. This would be fun; you looked so adorable getting all flustered; Lain just wished it was because of him. But no worries, all in due time, he told himself.

You awaited his answer, a bit unnerved at the overly excited face Lain gave you. Perhaps he was a little too involved with his hobby of school gossip. "Sure, sounds good to me." He nodded, grabbing the hand close to your chest and giving it a tender pat.

"I'll see you then." A loud and high pitched noise rung, signaling the late bell.

You had hardly any time to decode the problem with Lain. That was quite.. an unusual response for someone who appeared so interested in your love affairs earlier. He appeared not nearly as enthusiastic as you expected him to be. Running, you wasted no time trying to get to the next class.

Lain on the other hand, spent his time wisely; this was like the perfect game to him. Who could it be? It was all so exciting. But right now, he needed to focus on his methods. Now... there was plenty of dirt on everyone enlisted in your school; Lain kept tabs on mostly everyone, making sure no one had any sick ideas to jeopardize your and his' relationship. Within his short list of sources, the boy would most certainly be able to track down the son of a bitch who dared to get in the way. Biding his time, Lain waited patiently within his next class, not bothering to send the dazed teacher a late slip as he entered class.

Finally, the bell allowing your class to end rang. It felt like you had been holding your breath the entire class. Okay.. today was the day. You had spent it anxiously awaiting this moment, and now it was time...

Making your way up the stairs to the top floor, you tried best to steady each thumping heartbeat. The pink letter was held tightly within your grasp. You switched from using the letter as a fan to holding it delicately. You couldn't help but sweat at the thought of the upcoming encounter. Reaching the door, you opened it to find Lain already hunched against from the roofs surrounding gate. It appeared he was furiously writing something in a small notebook. You called out to him, walking with jell-O for limbs. Your legs told you to move back to the door; anywhere away from the impending anxiety. But you walked firm, gripping the envelope. "Hey." You called out. "Hey yourself." Lain replied, giving his signature toothy smile. "Uh so-" "So," lain cut you off, "about that crush." He made sure to bring up the topic before you changed your mind on telling him; he wouldnt let this perfect chance get away. "Yeah," you wiped the sweat off your forehead. "So uh.. yknow its Uh, actually the thing is," You slowly moved the envelope towards Lain.

"This has everything in it so just read." You spoke swiftly, tripping over your words, just trying to push them out of your mouth. Lain snatched the envelope tearing it open. He looked incredibly eager, eyes focusing intensely. The boy ripped a corner with his teeth, slightly tearing at the letter. You cringed, your hard work and deep felt thoughts being manhandled into oblivion. Finally grabbing the letter out of its confines, Lain caught the whiff of a floral fragrance against his face. Confused at the scent, he looked down to register what he was looking at. This was.. your letter. The one you hid from him. The neatly penned hearts, and clean cursive that read his name. His name. It wasn't any others, not a theater kids, not that male classmates', only his. You looked to the ground, noticing the shift in Lain's body language. Carefully, Lain removed the slightly tarnished letter. Its contents shocked the boy to the core. It was a simple letter, nothing too flashy, no "I'd die at the thought of you with another person" 's or excruciating detail; but that's what drew Lain in. The simplicity of it all; Lain went out to get you, would run at the drop of a dime to get you anything. He'd kill for you; he'd never ask for the same, only that you'd cherish him. And you did; you were doing it now. Lain felt unspoken feelings; an emotion he could never articulate or share verbally. You on the other hand, were utterly terrified. 'What was he thinking? What will he say? Oh geeze he feels bad and is going to reject me!' Though you were further from the truth. At the end of the letter, within the neat and practiced cursive, you wrote: 'I understand this is a one sided predicament, and only ask for your friendship in return. In due time I will forget my feelings for you. I utterly promise to keep our friendship at the utmost importance; my affections will not tamper with either of our lives,' You wrote it in a fit of self pity and despair; if Lain looked hard enough past his own vision of bright pink, he might have noticed the dried tears sticking to the paper. Granted, he had always essentially "friendzoned" you; he never really gave you any other way to end the letter. Lain was nearly about to tackle your pacing form, until he read the small bit of print left at the bottom, right before you signed your name. 'Yet, if any chance, any chance at all, do you feel the same for me? Sincerely your friend and secret admirer.' You couldn't help but fiddle with your fingers, turning around to face away from Lain; you felt too embarrassed and too overwhelmed to watch his quiet form reject you. Your heavy breathing filled the silence. Well, good thing you picked a quiet and isolated place to get rejected; this would have traveled around the school fast if not for such past planning. Getting up, the boy shakily shoved the letter and envelope into his sweater. You shift your eyes back and forth, not quite wanting to turn around to face him. Unable to register the next few moments, Lain grabs you from behind, forcing you down onto the concrete. Before your face managed to his the floor, the boy managed to flip you over to face him. His hands broke the fall of your head. Despite his protection, you still felt your body crash against the ground. At first, the wind was knocked out of you; hardly being able to breathe, you grasped for Lain. The boy was busy with other ideas; he could not stop kissing you. From lips to nose to eyelashes, he assaulted you with affection. Grasping at your shirt, you finally felt air begin to enter your lungs. "Yes yes yes yes!" Lain shouted, unable to hold back his excitement. His forehead hit yours, bashing accidentally. You groaned loudly in pain, both at your limbs and forehead. Lain did the same, holding his head. He laughed, getting off of you and grabbing your arm to lift you up. You both sat down on the hard ground, massaging your temples. Lain recovered faster than you; within seconds he was back on you again, straddling your waist. He kissed you hard on the lips, a short affection that nearly bruised. "Yes to..." "Yes," Lain spoke between pecking your face with kisses. "Yes to everything. I've felt the same since forever. " he stopped to hold your face tightly. "Honestly, I expected this to be much more of a challenge. " Lain laughed, looking up at the sky. "I've been worried all day. I thought this," he pulled out the torn envelope, "was for someone else. Hell I almost ripped a few heads off." He laughed once more, his body shaking against you. Looking down, Lain brought your forehead against his own, not caring for the swelling pain that came with it. "I'd do anything to have received this; why didn’t you tell me earlier? You nearly had me unhinged. Who knows what I could've done." The words sounded like a threat but from the way he spoke them, Lain made them seem a tease. "What do you mean?" You questioned, looking away. He was so close; closer than you expected. This was not the way you thought things would turn out; you didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or overwhelmed. "Oh I've been sick with love for you for ages. I cant count the amount of times I've seen you from the window and in class longing, I always thought it was someone else," Lain kisses your neck, traveling down to your collar. "But it was me. Hell if you hadn't given this to me here and now I might've just kidnapped you myself." He said in a joking tone. But by the way Lain was gripping onto your shirt, you could feel his tension. "What..?" You could barely understand what was going on. But from his words, this all seemed bad; a good intention gone down the drain. "But now.." Lain held onto the back of your head, nuzzling your nose against his own.

"We can be together. Forever. That sounds fun, right? We'll never have to long or leave each others side. I don't expect you to kill for me, but I'll gladly get rid of a thousand men for you. " Lain kisses your cheek, leaving you in shock. You tried to squirm away, unsure if this was really the right choice of action. Lain refused to let you go, putting all of his strength into holding you down. "You can't take it back now. You told me you love me, you have to stay. You can't take it back. " a look of desperation crossed Lain's eyes, which almost made you feel bad. But quickly within an instant his trademark grin was brought back.

This wasn't what you signed up for.

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance, Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Sing To Me AU

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday. Taehyungs day.

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is.

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?” He finally gets around to asking.

“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already. And you have the same answer ready as always.

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention. “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.”

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else. But he doesn’t need to know that.

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone. You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment.

You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month. Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t. I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face.

“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.”

Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.

“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”

Tuesday. Jungkooks day.

With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction. He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences. He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.

“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.

“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile.

“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.

14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.

Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible.

“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.

“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.

“Where are we staying this time?”

You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away. It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.

You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else. And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other.

Sugar Daddies can be so possessive.

But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.

The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th. Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number.

Time to actually work for your money.

You knock on the door only to find it slightly open. Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress.

Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.

“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person.

“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.

Holy fuck.

Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.

Damn it. You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.

“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act.

“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.”

“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch.

You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway. “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.

As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should.

“Move.” You order.

A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you.

You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again. Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense. You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”

His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.

“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning. Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath.

Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again. His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso.

“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook.

“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp.

“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?”

“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor.

Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can.

“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls.

Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”

Part 2

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corruptedconfessions · 3 years

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Could you write some yandere naga uraraka sfw and nsfw headcanons please . Thank you so much !

If you dont feel comfortable writing for female characters please just ignore this uwu

Love me some Uraraka <3 Honestly Id love more female character requests! Also I wrote this with more of a fem reader in mind, but it is still entirely gender neutral, even the nsfw bits! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SFW:

-Uraraka is very very protective of her darling. The second anything gets close to you, anything even looks at you in a way she doesn't like she's striking out in an instant, killing whatever she deemed as a threat.

-Incredibly strong, you will often have to whimper up at her to loosen her grip, or wake her up when you're sleeping together because her coils have tightened too tight around you. She doesn't realize her own strength, nor does she realize how fragile you are compared to her.

-I think she would be one of the better nagas to be stuck with. Despite the having to remind her not to crush you thing, she's incredibly sweet and tender towards you.

-She spoils you silly, bringing you tasty fruits, expensive furs and blankets from nearby villages. She'll even raid taverns and restaurants to get you and her lots tasty food if there are ones close to her nest

-Which there probably are, she has always preferred the presence of humans over other nagas or other supernatural creatures. She's fascinated by them, loving their silly little Knick Knacks, or the way they act, sing, dance, eat, everything about it is just so enthralling to her, she just can't stay away.

-Its really no surprise when she snatches up a cute little human to be her mate. She's shown absolutely zero interest in any other naga that has attempted to court her, and with her almost unhealthy obsession with them...well it was only a matter of time.

-Despite usually being very calm and patient (outside of protecting you) you were very much an impulse decision. She saw you and she was star struck, true love at first sight for her. She saw you and she just knew...you were hers, she needed you. She was striking out of the grass and trees before she even realized she had moved. Normally she tried to stay out of sight of humans, watch from a distance or unseen, the second her hands touched your arms to grab you she knew she could never let you go. Jolts ran through her like she had been shocked, her breath pulled out of her, eyes wide and amazed as she looked at nothing but you you you. She hoped she would get to see more than your scared face very very soon.

-You're just so.../warm/. Are all humans this warm?? She never wants to let you go, hugging you feels like that warm feeling in her tummy she gets when shes spread out on her favorite rock, bathing in the warmth of the sun.

-L o t s of body exploration, especially at first. She'll want to touch you /everywhere/ her hands will run across your body like she cant decide where she wants to touch first. She'll tug at your clothes, spread her hands against your tummy, marvel at the feeling of your heart beat fluttering against your skin, she's especially fascinated by your legs and toes...and your sex of course.

-Expect lots of lazy days cuddling and eating sweets and bread stolen from nearby villages. You'll have to grow accustom to being tangled in her tail and arms, she always wants to be close to you. Often times getting frustrated that she can't be closer even when you're pressed flush against each other...

-You'll be spoiled and doted on. You want to go on a walk? Lets go! Hot springs? Perfect! You wanna climb trees together? Race ya! You wont be trapped to a smelly old cave thats for sure

-Her only rule is no humans, you're not allowed to go home, to visit, to speak to anyone no matter how much you promise to come back or how she can come with and watch from the shadows.

-And if you decide to go behind her back and do it anyway? Wiggle out of her grip at night or slip out while she's left you to go hunting? Well, you'll have a harsh reminder of exactly who owns you.

-Sure, she's been sweet and kind to you this far, but you've forgotten she's a naga, cold, ruthless, killers. And she'll make sure to teach you a lesson you wont soon forget.

-You're painfully reminded of how strong she is, of how cold and ruthless as you watch her tear entire adult humans to shreds in a matter of seconds. Its almost sadistic the way she rips and tears at them, fangs bared and eyes glowing against the blood fest.

-You'll be ever so carefully scooped up by still bloody claws, squished against her chest and taken home no matter how much you shake or cry. Once your home your begs for her to wash off the blood go ignored as she curls up in her nest, in your shared nest, wrapping you extra tight in her tail as she settles down and leaves you to try and sleep, the heavy smell of old copper in your nose, and the flashes of screams and pictures of dead bodies staring sightlessly back at you every time you close your eyes.

NSFW:

-Body exploration very rarely will stay safe for work...she is very /very/ interested in what you have going on between your legs, and she is going to inspect it /thoroughly/

-At first its completely accidental, snakes often smell and explore using their tongue, but after seeing such a cute reaction she has to do it more. Sure she'll rub and massage you with her fingers, exploring every inch of you, but she isn't quite as nimble with her hands as humans, and you have some concerns about having her claws that you've seen go straight through someone's skull scraping at your sensitive bits.

-Watching you squirm as she drags her tongue along you, face flushing and scent sweetening with the hint of arousal gets her interest. Clawed hands will wrap around your waist, holding you down as she lavishes you with attention, licking and sucking at you until your toes are curling and you're whining through your first orgasm

-She...she likes that. She likes it a lot. You're barely given time to recover before she's diving between your legs again, licking and slurping even more eagerly. She's smart, attentive, noticing the spots that made your hips instinctually twitch against her hands, the spots that make you make the prettiest noises. You couldn't wish for a better lover.

-At least...until she doesn't stop. She'll keep going and going and going, addicted to the taste of you, licking up every drop, stimulating you through orgasm after orgasm until you're shaking and crying, whimpering for her to stop. No more please, it /hurts/, you cant again.

-Unfortunately those whines and cries just make her even more eager. You're stuck there, laid back in the soft nest, hips tilted up and held in place by strong hands as her head stays buried between your thighs.

-Don't try closing your legs either, the feeling of your thighs clamping around her head just makes her even more happy and settled, Hell, even after she's decided shes finished milking every orgasm you have out of you she might stay settled between your legs, enjoying her earmuffs as she licks you clean before settling down, nose still pressed against your bare sex as she settles down for a nap.

-You can expect that to happen again very very soon. For once you might wish your yandere wasn't so doting. Hours of lavishing you with touches and orgasms, completely uncaring of her own pleasure will become routine for you.

-Besides, she isn't stupid~ She notices how much more cuddly and complaint you are when she fucks the energy out of you~ She likes her loose melty human who lets her move them any way she likes if she makes them tired enough.

#yandere #yandere uraraka #yandere uraraka x reader #reader insert #gn!reader

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