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hear me out….. okay reader is famous and meeting fans,, a fan is wearing a top with like charles or max or whoever’s face on it and reader spots it and is like “…who is that😮‍💨” and the fans tell her and shes like “please show me their instagram” and then she follows whoever the guy you choose on ig,,, but one of the fans was recording the whole interaction qnd the video goes viral as well as a screenshot of readers ig following their account <3333 you can ignore i just thought this would be a good giggle type fic and your fics are my fav for giggling <33333
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summary; your comic book signing takes a turn when a fan walks in wearing a t-shirt with a poorly photoshopped "charles lechair" or wheover that is
pairing; charles leclerc x fem! comic book artist! reader [ no faceclaim ]
a/n; this is for my charlie girlies i see your comments ladies and they make me smile im lurking and im stalking when you least expect it; all art used in this is by my lord and saviour dan mora if i could eat his artsyle i would
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ynlantern thank you everyone who stopped by for a print or a sticker @ comic_con ! and if you haven't, i'm here for the next 2 days
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orangleclerc HE'S IN THE LIKES Y'ALL
kirbyvettel can someone pls explain what's going on orangleclerc I'll DM you the video baconforza HEY I WANT TO KNOW TOO lionkingseb ffs please someone explain
egggrosjean I've never cared about anything superhero related but this whole situation made me look into your work, and I have to say it's amazing!!! Keep up the good work
roboclaren HE FOLLOWED HER BACK LMAO
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pierregasly He's great with kids and dogs
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monte_carlos_55 STOP EMBARASSING HIM
verstoppen "My crush is coming act cool" My friends:
charles_leclerc What did I say
pierregasly I'm doing free promotion charles_leclerc You're talking a lot of shit for someone within bitch slap distance pierregasly Delete this, you're ruining my marketing strategy
scuderiaferrari It's true! He's actually a driver, strategist and team principal!
ynlantern isn't half of that your job? scuderiaferrari @ charles_leclerc Nevermind, we don't like her. charles_leclerc 😐
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ynlantern i heard he solved world hunger or something
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vertiddieenjoyer WAR IS OVER
ceruleanwilliams historians in 2294 trying to figure out what charles leclerc actually did and what the internet said he did to get him a date: 😰
pierregasly No need to thank me
honeyvettel the real main character
arthur_leclerc You did it. You crazy son of a bitch you did it.
charles_leclerc No swearing under her posts, please arthur_leclerc Yes, mom.
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charles_leclerc Round 2 :)
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scuderiaferrari That was fast
carlossainz55 Unlike our pitstops scuderiaferrari You're getting distracted charles_leclerc Wish I could get distracted out of SF-23
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white-poppie · 4 months
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A little house with a picket fence
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SYNOPSIS: This is the tale of how you and Nanami live your life in Kuantan, happily ever after. GENRE: FLUFF, drabble WARNINGS: none i think... A/N: I had the house in the movie Ponyo in mind when I wrote this. I am a ff writer i don't accept character deaths breh
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"Kento?" you hum softly as his lips graze your temple. Your eyes flutter softly, palm resting on his toned, bare torso. The ring on your finger glimmering from the sunlight that falls through the curtains.
"Morning, sweetheart." he hums, his voice hoary like a sea breeze in the evening.
"Morning," you reply, watching him sit up and stretch, the muscles on his back flexing.
The atmosphere in this area is completely different from the city. There's no rush; instead, there is a collective idea of taking things slowly. Most locals prefer to ride bikes or walk to their destinations since everything is in close proximity to each other.
Nanami opted for a 9 to 5 job after retiring from his career of being a sorcerer at 30 and now weekends feel like actual weekends instead of him disappearing in the cold nights.
"Go freshen up, I'll make breakfast," he says softly and you smile, taking in the calm morning as you freshen up.
Perched gracefully upon the beachfront, your home exudes an aura of tranquillity that envelops you. The lofty ceilings of the house imbue the space with a sense of grandeur and spaciousness, while the glass windows offer an unobstructed view of the vast ocean before you. The windows are perpetually ajar, inviting the salty sea air to permeate the interior and infuse it with a refreshing vitality.
You walk into the kitchen, the faint smell of coffee hitting you as you settle on the kitchen counter table, looking at Nanami make eggs and toast with coffee, wearing his favourite blue apron and grey sweatpants.
"Phew, what a view in the morning." You chuckle and he shakes his head fondly while making the coffee. Nanami likes his coffee with little creamer, not too bitter, but enough to keep him awake after he spends his nights late reading those books you brought for him so fondly.
"Reminds me, I have to fix the fence after that rottweiler broke while smashing into, playing frisbee." He sighs and you chuckle saying, "it's a relief that no one was hurt."
You hum softly and eat the breakfast lovingly prepared by him, letting the flavours melt.After you have your brekfast. Kento walks out into the sun, standing on the porch as he takes in the view from your little house on the cliff. The tides lap at a distance from the beach as you get down from the natural second storey your house is on.
Your feet land on the same, you take a deep breath inhaling the sea breeze as you look over to him.
His eyes are closed, the small wrinkles on your husband’s face crinkling gorgeously under the sunlight. His long lashes fluttering against his cheek as the wind blows, ruffling his hair.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He says, without looking back.
You chuckle and take a step forward, interlacing your fingers through his hand that rests on his side. “I have, multiple in fact. I have so many pictures of this exact same scene.” Yet in never phases to mesmerise you, how pretty he is.
Kento smiles and tightens his hand around yours. The rough pad of his thumb brushes against your knuckles.
"I'll be honest, sometimes, I miss being a sorcerer." He mumbles and you look at him. "More like...I miss the familiarity in the unexpectedness that came with it."
You chuckle at his words and say, "So in other words you miss Gojo?"
He groans at your words and sighs, "Don't say his name you never know, he might just land up from the sky in a private jet."
You shudder at the thought of the lanky man jumping from the sky.
Nanami walks a few steps, following the shore, his hand in yours, as you walk along the beach.
"I adore it here." He whisper softly, sighing deeply as he tilts his head back slightly, the morning rays letting him have his golden hour.
“Me too,” you say, “though I wish we had more family members here.” You sigh and Kento look at you with a soft smile.
“We can always have one of our own.” He utters gently, looking at you as you crouch or pick yet another seashell from the beach.
“It’s a good idea.” You hum softly, as Nanami stands next you. Picking up a small shard of sea glass, you close an eye and look at Nanami through the yellow-ish tinted glass.
And he flashes you that smile of his. Effervescent. Reminding you just how lucky you are.
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The Viper’s Bride - ch 1
Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC Co-written with @absurdthirst​
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The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 9.9k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol* A slap! Mentions of menstruation, fleeting mention of a suicidal thought, threats of violence, bathing, so much foreplay, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering (anal), MM coupling, MMF threesome, anal sex, oral sex (f giving and receiving), FF coupling, technically this is an orgy. Summary: Upon receiving news of your arranged betrothal, both you and Prince Oberyn of Dorne make your ways to the Red Keep for King Joffrey’s impending nuptials. However, his arrival to the city is significantly more playful than yours. Notes: Welcome to soulmate story number seven! This summer we are getting hot and heavy in Westeros with everybody’s favourite promiscuous prince. Buckle up, my darlings, because this one gets spicy right off the bat 👑💖
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Oberyn frowns slightly as the oil slicked hands of the servant press into the arches and joints of Doran’s feet, making his older brother hiss in pain. It must be a harsh day for him, his wheeled chair a near constant as it is now too painful for him to walk even short distances. A far cry from the hale and hearty brother he had grown up with as the youngest of the Martell princes. He knows the oil is warmed, the scent of eucalyptus and mint filling the air as it is worked into the skin, hopefully providing some relief. “I can come back, brother. Let you rest.”
“This is important.” Doran insists, not dismissing either man from his presence. His own discomfort is a stark reminder of the sacrifices that must be made for the throne of Dorne. “You know the Baratheon boy is to marry.” The fact that King Joffrey’s mother is a Lannister makes him an unsavory topic between the Martell brothers, even as Marcella Baratheon plays in the water gardens a mere thirty yards away.
Stiffening instantaneously for a moment before he forces his body to relax, Oberyn despised the mention of anything to do with the Lannisters, including that bastard on the throne. Everyone knows the rumors and with the golden mane of the boy and the tales of evils he has done, he’s inclined to believe it. “Gods be praised.” He murmurs sarcastically, reaching for the carafe of wine and the spare goblet that had obviously been left in anticipation of his visit with the elder prince. “What poor girl is marrying that…king?”
“Margaery Tyrell.” The elder prince huffs derisively before leveling his younger brother with a serious gaze. “You are to attend the wedding in my stead.”
Rolling his eyes, Oberyn sighs heavily. It will be two weeks of hard traveling to reach King’s Landing. All for a wedding he does not wish to attend. “I will extend the Martell family’s feelings.”
"You will be gracious and accommodating." Doran warns, knowing that the Martell family's true feelings are not appropriate in any way to be expressed at a wedding. "There will be some other business for you to attend to in King's Landing which is far more important."
“Yes, there is that wonderful brothel down in Flea Bottom.” Oberyn muses, grinning at the idea of bringing Ellaria there. The last time he had come, it had been two years before he had met her.
"Oberyn." His brother's voice has a warning tone to it. "I beg you not to waste your time in brothels on this trip no matter how enjoyable a pastime it may be. There is someone you need to meet."
He snorts and shakes his head. “I have no interest in meeting boring nobles with their equally boring wives.” He tells him. “I’ll be with Ellaria anyway.”
"No, you won't." Doran jerks away from his servant in frustration and turns to fully face Oberyn. "I will not have that woman jeopardize the contract I have signed when the ink is barely dry. Leave her home, Oberyn. She will be here with open legs when you return."
Oberyn’s brow arches up dramatically. Doran has never had issue with Ellaria, even counting her as a confidant in his absence. She is the mother of four of his children and a member of the family despite there being no vows between them. His soulmate. “What contract?” He growls.
"Leave." He hisses at the young man who was tending to him and he backs off immediately, taking the pot of oil back into the interior of the palace as fast as his feet can carry him. "It was time, Oberyn," he intones seriously. "Far past time, but I have let you have your freedom as long as I was able."
“Let me have my freedom?” His hackles rise and his eyes narrow. “I have my freedom because I wish it.” He reminds his brother. “I am not the head of the Martells like you, and you have your heir.”
"I have one heir." Doran bristles, but the raised tension between the brothers is his own fault. A product of the tension and pain he was already feeling today. "If anything should happen to Trystane, it will be you on the throne. And though I have great love for my nieces, none of them can be a princess."
“Our house will endure like it always has.” Oberyn snorts, dismissing Doran’s concern. “If the time comes, I will marry Ellaria and claim my Sand Snakes as legitimate.” He takes a long sip of his wine, humming at the delightfully floral note.
"The chance for that has passed." It is Doran's turn to be dismissive, sitting back again in his wheeled chair and adjusting a cushion under his arm. "Your objections to marriage have been noted, brother, but it is time to make a respectable husband of you. Ellaria will understand. She is an intelligent woman, and I'm sure would not abandon you as your mistress." Oberyn prefers the term paramour, and though it is accurate now, it will be more complicated once things are settled.
“Brother, what have you done?” Oberyn demands, slamming his goblet down onto the table.
"You know exactly what I have done." There is no chance, in his mind, that Oberyn has not deduced that a marriage contract has been signed, but Doran still sighs heavily. "She is the only daughter of a noble family. The father let her go without a match for some time while her brothers all married, but her portrait is beautiful and he assures me that she is accomplished." Reaching for the wine glass that Oberyn has rejected, Doran takes a gulp rather than a sip. "And she has no marks, blessedly."
“The agreement was my soulmate or no one.” Oberyn hisses, his gaze turning withering. “I will not marry some cow faced northerner.”
"Every place is northern to Dorne," Doran waves one hand dismissively and sets the wine glass back down on the table between them. "The contract is signed, Oberyn. You will not make a liar or a fool of your brother by denying it, and I am not going to try to force you to spend time with the girl or even like her. But you will marry her and produce a legitimate heir." The contract is full of terms to be adhered to, and the fairly enormous size of the girl's dowry includes access to trade routes that will greatly benefit the people of Dorne. There is no downside to this arrangement in Doran's mind, aside from having to have this discussion with his brother.
Oberyn’s lips press together in a firm line and his chair scrapes back as he stands. “Then you fuck the girl.” He hisses. “For I will not be gracing her bed.” Turning on his heel, the prince storms away before he loses his infamous temper.
Doran breathes a sigh, reaching for the goblet again to drown his frustrations in the wine that his maester has instructed him to avoid when he is in pain. "Fuck it," he grumbles harshly. Oberyn is going to make his life a living hell anyway, he may as well be drunk for it.
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“Marriage!” Oberyn scoffs angrily, pacing in front of the lounge where his paramour is currently sprawled. “As if I am some fresh-faced maiden. How dare he sign a contract on my behalf!”
"I smell Mellario behind it," Ellaria admits, watching him pace back and forth like a caged beast. Oberyn had come careening back into his chamber like a sandstorm and now he was seething. "Doran has never had issue with your arrangement before now, and suddenly he is concerned about heirs? I would not be surprised if her change has come."
“Or he cannot get his cock to rise.” Oberyn winces at the idea of his own cock not working, but with his brother’s declining health, he would not rule it out. “I will not do it.” He decides. “We will leave for Braavos if he decides to push the issue.”
"My love," Ellaria sits up, shaking her head. "If you leave here, I would follow. You know this. But you would still have four daughters you would not be able to see and we both know that would break your heart." His children are the most important thing in the world to Oberyn – everyone knows this – and Doran would certainly use them as a punishment for insubordination. "Exile is no choice, Oberyn. Even self-imposed."
Pausing mid-stride, his robes swish around his legs as he turns to stare at the woman who had been with him and by his side for nearly twenty years. “You would have me entertain this idea?” He demands, surprised she would consider this.
“I would not have you be less of a man than you are.” For all her complexities, Ellaria Sand is not the temptress or the snake that some make her out to be. Her genuine love for Oberyn is rooted in as much respect as it is passion, and their four daughters currently have a father that they can look up to as a good and wise man. “What is the worst this girl could be?” She poses the question carefully as he shifts his weight anxiously in front of her, and she folds her hands in her lap. “Ugly? That is not her fault. The sun and good company can make anyone more beautiful. Cruel? Doran has already said you do not have to spend much time with her. Or perhaps childish? Spoiled? Then you treat her like a child and send her to her chamber without a treat if she misbehaves.” There is anger in his face, which Ellaria hates to see, but she tries to be encouraging. Motherhood has taught her that encouragement can be a balm on almost any wound. “So you would be married. What does that signify? Nothing in so far as you and I are concerned. You are still my soulmate, my love. And the father of my children. She cannot change that.”
“You are my sun.” Oberyn reaches down and takes his lover’s hand to draw her to her feet. Pulling her against his body, his broad hand covers the small scar on her side, a knife wound that he had earned in the fighting pits. “My world.” He promises, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, trying to rid himself of the idea of tying himself to another. Ellaria is his soulmate, which is why he had said that he would only marry the woman who bears his marks.
"And no one will ever change that." She vows just as solemnly, giving herself over to the kiss without restraint. There are parts of his world that she does not stray into, or they would have fought with Doran for the right to marry years ago. The elder Martell brother may not mind her as Prince Oberyn's paramour, but she is not what he would envision for a princess of Dorne, nor does Ellaria particularly want such a title. For Oberyn she might have borne the duty of it all, but he never asked that of her and she was grateful. Now, whoever this girl is that is being thrust into their life will bear that burden instead. Ellaria does not envy her the responsibility.
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“My love, you must calm yourself.” Within the walls of your chambers, Raeden Stone knows that the two of you are safe. Your maid will not interrupt unless necessary and she is sworn to protect your happiness and well-being above everything else, including your parents. “Stop.” Striding across the room, the sword at his side clanks as he grabs your hands filled with dresses, and takes them from you. “We cannot flee under the cover of darkness like we are thieves escaping the sword.” He knows that if he is caught, he will be killed or sent to the Wall as well.
"I won't do it." The very idea is offensive, leaving the taste of burnt crumbs in your mouth and the feeling of insects crawling on your skin, so that even with Raeden clutching your hand all you can think of is being rid of the horrible sensation. This whole horrible situation. Your eyes are already red from tears, their dried tracks left on your cheeks and down your neck, yet still more threaten to spill over as he holds you still. "I won't marry a stranger and move halfway across the world. I won't leave you behind!"
“You will not need to leave me.” Setting the clothes down on the trunk that is meant to be packed for your journey to King’s Landing and then to Dorne, he cups your cheeks. “I will pledge to accompany you.” He promises, his dark eyes boring into yours. His heart aches but he had known this day would eventually come. “I will ride into all seven hells if need be to stay beside you.”
"Why can we not just tell them?" Your smaller hands wrap around his long fingers, holding tight to him as though he might disappear if you let go. "To marry my soulmate should not be such a shocking thing to do, surely?" Having gone over and over it in their time together, you know why. Status. For a young noble woman to marry a bastard of no consequence, soulmate or otherwise, would be unacceptable in any part of Westeros.
“I have no name to offer you, other than Stone.” Raeden reminds you, aware of his station. He had only become a trusted member of your guard when he had risked his life for you nearly three winters ago. No one knew of the shared marks on your skin. No one could know. “No coin, no land, no future.”
"I could be your future." The argument is an old one. Aged and worn like the stones in your floor. The fact that you would abandon your station and your family for him is moot now that your father has sold you. "Three brothers married wealthy wives and yet I am the sacrificial lamb to be offered up to the lecherous second prince of Dorne." The stories of the man's temperament and deeds preceded him, of course. Lusty and vengeful, the second son of House Martell was to be feared never spoken of above a whisper in polite company. And now you have to marry him?
“I have heard he is handsome.” Despite his own heart aching at the thought of another touching you, he has to make this seem like a good thing. “They say he will treat any in his bed respectfully.”
"He could be the most handsome man in all of Dorne and he would still not be as handsome as you." Soulful eyes the color of chestnut shells, plush lips, and a perpetually mischievous smile when he’s pleased, there is no one more handsome than Ser Raeden Stone. Firm muscles and an impressive strength make him as formidable on the battlefield as they do in the bedroom - a fact which you have kept mum about for years now. Raeden's broad frame and towering height envelope you fully when you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest to muffle a sob. "I will never lay with him. Or love him. Not as long as I live."
“You will be his wife.” He swallows as he says those words. “You will bear his children, love or not. And I will protect you.” It will be his own special kind of hell, watching you grow with a child that is not his, marry a man who is not him. “You must not tell him, love.”
"How can you be so calm?" You demand, looking up at him with fear and hurt swimming in your eyes. "My father is sentencing me to stand at the side of another man and you...my love, I cannot believe you are accepting of this?"
“I have no choice but to accept it.” His voice hardens slightly. “If we try to run away together, we will be caught. I will be killed or sent to the Wall.” It rankles, but he had known that one day you would be married off. “I cannot protect you if I am dead or taken the oath.” He growls, shaking his head and leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “I cannot risk leaving you alone.”
"Only cruel gods would have given us to each other as soulmates without ever intending to allow our love." It is an unfairness of life that you have lamented more than once, but right now it feels as though a dagger has been plunged through your heart and twisted violently.
“The gods know of our love.” Raeden knows it, sighing softly. “We are together and we will still be together.” He kisses you softly. “I spend more nights in your bed than my own. It will be the same in Dorne.”
"I will not allow it to be any other way." Despite the fear of the unknown, the thing that you can cling to is the strength of your feelings for Raeden Stone. Since the day he arrived rather triumphantly in your life, he has been a constant and welcome presence and you will not allow any power to steal your soulmate from your side. "No prince from Dorne will ever keep you from my arms."
“There is my girl.” Raeden smiles, happy that you are calm again and he presses closer to you. “Now…do you wish that I take your mind off your worries?” He coos softly.
“I always wish for you.” Though time is precious now, as you leave for King’s Landing in just three days and the road is no place for a romantic interlude. Raeden will not even be allowed to ride in your carriage during the journey. His place as your guard demands that he protect you, not indulge in you. Although he is fully capable of doing both.
The grin that you have said melts you flashes across his face and he pulls back so he can remove his belt and sword. “Then let me make you forget about Dorne, forget about marriage and only think of me.”
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The painstaking journey feels ludicrous, and your weary mother certainly has not made it any easier with her complaining. The decision for your parents to accompany you was entirely your father’s and even then it was only so that he could brag to his small group of friends that he attended the king’s wedding. If this were only about delivering you to your groom, he would have sent you with your guard and your maid and thought no further on it. As it is, you have spent every day sitting beside your mother’s lady’s maid in the cramped and uncomfortable carriage praying that you might get even ten minutes alone with Raeden before the end of the day. It has hardly happened, and you have found yourself near tears rather constantly. Ignorant man that your father is, he imagines you so delirious with joy that you are weeping for your good fortune. The truth could not be further away.
“Do not fret.” Your mother assures you softly. “We have long had daughters marry in Dorne or Dornish brides sent to us.” She reminds you. “While most will look their noses down at a Dornish man, we know he will treat you well.”
“I still do not see why this marriage is even necessary.” And since no one has offered you any sort of explanation, you’re inclined to just ask. “My brothers married wealthy women. We do not need the favour of House Martell. So I am forced to wonder again why I am being offered to them in sacrifice.”
“Change is coming to Westeros.” Your mother leans in, her words quiet and fervent. “Dorne is the last kingdom that still has royalty. You will not just be a lady, you will a princess.”
"I do not want to be a princess." You inform her flatly, ignoring the way her lady's laid looks aghast at your ingratitude. "My own maid had more freedom than I do. At least someone asked her if she wanted to be shipped south like chattel. And she was even able to say no!" Though Clarey had served you since you came of age, your own maid had been able to marry her soulmate and had recently discovered she was with child. Your father had considered himself quite magnanimous for not breaking up that family to send her to Dorne with you.
“You would have your father break his contract with Dorne?” Your mother asks, appalled at the mere idea. “You were born into a noble house. You have grown up knowing your father would arrange a marriage for you. Most are married at seventeen.” She clicks her tongue in disappointment that you are forever ungrateful for the time your father had allowed you to remain unwed. If you only knew the rumors that had swirled.
"If you always planned to marry me against my will then I wonder that you waited so long." Staring out of the carriage window, you can see Raeden up ahead, face drawn in concentration as he keeps constant vigilance over the route you are traveling. "Why not have signed me away to the Starks when I was born?" The bitterness in your voice is obvious. "Then I would have been a queen."
“You will watch your sharp tongue, or you shall be sent to your room without dinner.” Your mother hisses, sitting back and shaking her head. “Your father wanted to hold out hope for a soulmate.”
"I am not a child, as you so love to point out when it is convenient to you." The threat of no dinner is nothing when you have no appetite to begin with. It would be a blessing not to be stared at over a meager meal. "And you can hardly send me to my room when I haven't one. We will not even arrive in King's Landing before first light tomorrow."
Your mother’s hand strikes out, slapping your cheek with a sharp crack. “You will not shame your father and house.” She hisses. “I have long begged your father to marry you off, to stop giving into your childish notions, but no more. You will marry Oberyn Martell.”
If the impulse to cup your own cheek was present, you don’t give in to it, not wanting to show the satisfaction of acknowledging that she has caused you pain of any kind. At the moment all you can really think is that it is good Raeden did not witness your mother striking you, or he may have given himself away with his reaction. “At least in Dorne I will never again be forced to breathe the same odious air you have exhaled.” No one in all of Westeros could ever have mistaken your mother for your ally if they saw you interact in private – it is only her sickly sweet countenance in public that made others think that she had babied or favoured you in any way. More than once in your life you’ve wondered how such a hateful woman could even grow a babe let alone birth four of them.
“You will learn your place soon enough.” She promises you. “You are a woman, not a man.” Her disappointment in you pours off of her in waves. “Be thankful your father did not choose a fat, aging lord.”
“Fat and aging means he would die faster.” At least antagonizing your mother is passing the time, you decide, staring straight ahead at the pompous boil of a woman who has lorded herself over you for the last twenty-five years. “I think I would do very well as a widow.”
“I wonder if your bravery would falter learning that your guard will not be staying with you.” The sly, evil menace in your mother’s voice is clear.
“Of course he will.” Brazen confidence is the tone which drowns out your panicked fear, and you tell yourself not to look outside and give yourself away. That could ruin everything in less than one heartbeat. “He swore to Father to protect me and Father accepted.” If something had changed, surely Raeden would have told you.
“Hmmmm.” Her smile is acidic, her fingers twisting around her handkerchief. “You think you are soooo clever. That I did not know.”
“Honestly?” Honestly you really did not think for a second that anyone besides your former maid knew anything, but you swallow down the boiling acid in your throat and keep your chin poised to stare your own mother down. “I do not know what you could possibly mean.”
“I birthed you.” She snorts, a very unladylike sound. “You think I do not know when my daughter had decided to spread her legs and become a Stone’s whore?”
Of course the thing that bothers her most is that Raeden is a bastard – Stone, as they are named in the Vale – and not an actual concern of safety or care. “I can assure you, that is not the case.” Though saying it would be a waste of breath, nothing you have done with Raeden could mark you as a whore. Just a woman very much in love with her soulmate.
“At least you just bled.” She scoffs. “Not carrying a bastard in your belly.” She leans in, her eyes flashing with malice. “Behave. Or I will allow your father into my bed for the night and he will do as I say. Including making sure your precious Raeden rides home to the Vale with his lord, your father.” She threatens.
Though you have serious doubts that your mother’s cunt is magical enough to control your father’s thoughts, it isn’t a chance you’re willing to take. If Raeden is ordered to return to the Vale and you are forced to ride for Dorne without him, you are more likely to see the bottom of the seas than your marriage bed. “My Lord Father loves me and wishes to protect me,” is all you say in response.
“Your Lord Father will do what makes me happy.” She promises you with a self-assured smirk. “Especially now that I have convinced him to marry you off.”
“It was you?” You should not be so shocked. Her hatred for you has been obvious from the time you were a child and had never seemed to waver. Your father, on the other hand? Doting and indulgent, always picking flowers for you and bringing you books instead of suitors. Your brothers are strong men with discipline instilled in them. You had been allowed to read and dream and sing and ride at your leisure. Of course his sudden change of heart was down to your bitter, angry mother.
“Who else?” She sneers. “Your father would be content to keep you around until you are nothing but a spinster. You are already past your prime. Luckily enough, the Prince of Dorne already has eight bastards.”
The way her utter dismissal of you makes your blood boil is beyond explanation, but as you squeeze your hands together in the pockets of your robe, only one precious thought floats to the surface. “My only solace is that if I should ever see you again after this week, Mother, you shall have to curtsy to the person you despise most in the world.”
“I will not.” She hisses, glaring at you. “I will never bow to a little whore like you.”
“Oh, but you will.” A victory, even a small one, is enough to grasp at as you square your shoulders again. “When I am Princess of Dorne it will be required of everyone save King Joffrey himself. You included.”
“Bitch.” She hisses, glaring at you. “I should have drowned you the moment you slipped from my womb.”
“A regret you will live with forever.” If Knocking her from her wicked confidence is the best you can do in this conversation, you will not take that for granted, for your mother has always been a formidable enemy. “Now leave me to read, Mother. Lest you earn yourself another wrinkle and find your hair a shade greater than it was when we left home.”
“I will be overjoyed to not see your face every day.” She spits, hating that you don’t seem cowed by her threats. “Dorne will be eye opening for you. And everything you deserve:”
“As you say, Mother.” Without another word, you take the small book of histories from your reticule and open it to the place where you left off last night, too distracted by Raeden’s handsome face to give any more thought to words. False confidence is a thing you learned very well in the face of your mother’s vitriol, and apparently on this one occasion it has actually yielded a victory. You may still be terrified of your future in Dorne, but she never needs to know that.
******
“This city still smells like shit.” Two weeks of travel has left Oberyn irritable, grumbling as he pulls his horse up to the gates of the city. “Let us go find comfort and a bath.” He tells Ellaria, unable to stay in the carriage and deciding to ride ahead of the contingent of troops Doran had sent with him.
“At the brothel, my love?” She smirks at the suggestion, far less uncomfortable from travel than he is. “A bath, fresh food, and a good fuck will restore your mood.”
“Of course.” Oberyn scoffs. “I will not accept chambers in that keep.” He hates even being here and seeing it. Wanting to burn it down, considering his sister, niece and nephew died in that keep.
“Nor should you.” As a prince he should have the most resplendent rooms available, but they both know what would happen if Oberyn ever set foot in the Red Keep beyond the wedding in two days. “We will visit this Littlefinger you have spoken of?”
“I had sent word that we were arriving.” He chuckles, smirking at Ellaria because she knows him so well. “Tell me you don’t want a hot bath and an even hotter cunt?”
“If I am honest, I am ravenous for a cunt to bury my tongue in.” There is never any judgment between them, or jealousy, and Ellaria sighs indulgently at the idea of a slick cunt and perky tits to indulge in. “Will you share with me, lover?”
“Always.” Oberyn waggles his brows. “We will pick out a whore together.”
“A favorite pastime.” Ellaria laughs softly. She has not spoken a word about Oberyn’s intended bride since they left Dorne and she won’t until it’s necessary. His mood is volatile here in the northern capital and she does not relish his moments of anger.
“Silk sheets.” Oberyn groans, not willing to admit that he is weary of travel, but he needs to recover. Especially if he is to be meeting this bride. He had decided that the poor girl deserves to be told in person that he will have nothing to do with her.
“Silk sheets. Roasted meats. Wine. Berries and nuts fresh from their trees.” She giggles when his hand slips inside her dress to caress her skin. “And a pert ass for you to bury yourself in.”
“We could get two. A man and a woman.” He reasons, smirking at the idea. “Perhaps we will have Littlefinger line them all up for us to choose from.”
“As many as you like, my love.” After all, it is not as if the coffers of Dorne lack for funds. They have brought a fortune with them under Doran’s insistence that Oberyn shower his intended with gifts – and a second fortune to pay for the bills his natural extravagance will no doubt incur. “We will have whatever you desire. And when you have had your fill we will rest and then begin all over again.”
“Wine.” Oberyn decides, frowning despite thinking of nicer things as the two of them enter the walls of King’s Landing. “I will need a lot of wine.”
Their destination is not far, but the duo of Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand attract attention by virtue of their combined beauty and the onlookers who cluster to gaze at them make their journey last longer. Oberyn sends their driver off with the carriage to find stables nearby and Ellaria wraps her arms around him when he returns to her side in the steps of the building. “Do you hear the false moans, my prince?” She pouts in sympathy for the unsatisfied women inside as they cross the threshold together. “We will make them scream so they never forget us.”
Oberyn smirks, holding her hand with no shame. He does not hide Ellaria, she is his paramour. Much more than that, although that is something that is kept between the two of them, private at her insistence so she does not become a liability to him. “We will, my love. Every whore in this brothel will pout when you leave.”
“Very pretty pouts, I hope.” Ellaria loves a very pretty pout when the time is right. To be begged to come back to bed. To have a lover cry her name with such passion that their heart aches for more. She saunters into the brothel beside Oberyn with her head high and looks around as the prettily dressed woman at the entrance fawns over Oberyn. Everyone fawns over Oberyn, that is of little interest to her.
Oberyn eyes the cunts and tits on display, lifting a brow when he sees earrings through one woman’s nipples. “I see we are in the right place.” He smirks, watching as Littlefinger rushes over to the pair.
“Prince Oberyn.” Though he does not ever bow deeply, he does bow, eyes tracking over to Ellaria with an oily smile. “My lady. What an honour to be graced with your presence. What can we provide for you this morning?”
“My lady?” Ellaria scoffs, making Oberyn smirk and squeeze her hand. “We will be needing accommodations for the duration of our stay in King’s Landing.” Most brothels do not rent rooms and he is sure that Littlefinger’s establishment is no different but Oberyn has learned that his title and the gold of his coin makes things possible when they previously weren’t. “For now, until it is ready, we need baths and whores to join us.”
“The duration of your stay?” The man does not bother to hide his surprise, but smiles broadly like the showman that he is. “I will send someone to ready your accommodations,” he promises, hand on heart. “Our baths are this way,” Littlefinger motions deeper into the building. “Do you have a preference for who should join you or shall I send you a variety to choose from?” There is enough gold dripping from the Prince of Dorne that Littlefinger will unfold the world of pleasure at his feet if that is what he wishes, without worry for his ability to pay what is owed.
“Your choicest men and women.” Oberyn looks over to Ellaria for her approval. “Clean.” He insists, although Littlefinger’s whores are always of a higher caliber than most. “We will send the others away once we have chosen.”
“Leyth.” Littlefinger waves to a tall, buxom girl with orange curls down to her waist. “Tend to the prince and his lady for me,” he instructs her, obviously trusting that she can do the job. “Anything they need, you will acquire for as long as they are here, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The girl called Leyth nods and smooths her thin skirt, looking between the beautiful prince and his stunning lady. “I will be happy to serve them.”
“Good.” The chuckle that bubbles out of Littlefinger is full of approval. “Take them to the baths and then fetch them food and wine.” He smiles at Oberyn, a thing dripping with false charm. “I will send you a selection of company to choose from.”
“Berries.” Oberyn adds, the need for fresh fruit after weeks on the road is great. Ellaria chuckles, well aware of his fondness for snacking, especially when he is fucking.
“Berries.” Leyth bats her eyelashes prettily as she leads the pair down the hall. “Do you prefer sweet things, your Grace?”
“Hmmmm.” He doesn’t answer one way or the other, although his gaze is sliding up and down her form and he reaches out to caress her ass through the sheer robe she is wearing.
She hums right back at him, playful but bidding, and slows her pace slightly to let him touch as they turn the corner to the bathing room. The deep bath in the floor sits full and waiting for paying customers, beautifully tiled with trays of soap and sponges for gently scrubbing skin. The oiled waters smell of flower petals, and two baths are even littered with the things. Leyth walks toward the bath of floral water with a sultry smile and a swing in her hips. “I will wash you with my own hands if that is your wish, after I fetch you food to break your fast.”
“What do you say my love?” Oberyn asks Ellaria. “Leyth and whoever catches our eyes?” He would love to see his paramour’s thighs spread for the orange haired beauty. “Or would you prefer to choose the woman?”
“You are lovely, Leyth.” Ellaria praises, already having decided that she likes this woman’s spirit as well as her figure. “We will see who else catches our eye when they arrive.”
“Show me your tits.” Oberyn commands the woman. Eager to see if they are as perky as they seem or if it is an illusion of the gown she is wearing.
Obedience is necessary to work for Littlefinger, but Leyth is lucky to have been given to this couple she finds so attractive. She slips the ties from her shoulders and lets her silken dress fall to the stone floor with pride. Her body is well worth selling and has given her a good living, so she proudly bares her large tits and curved waist to this prince when he demands it.
“Very nice.” Oberyn groans with a smirk. “They will look lovely bouncing when you ride my cock.” He predicts. “We can undress ourselves.” He promises, turning to Ellaria and pushing aside her own gown so he can cup her bare breast, tweaking an already hard nipple.
Ellaria moans happily when the girl excuses herself to fetch their food, and drops the traveling robe she was wearing to the ground immediately. “Lover…” she sighs, her body arching to seek Oberyn’s touch instinctively. “You were right about this place.”
“Of course I am right.” He teases playfully, leaning in and dragging his nose along her throat. “Now, we need to wash so we can be ready to play when the whores are brought in. I want to feed you fruit while a tongue is buried in your cunt.”
“Leyth is a beauty.” Ellaria disrobes easily and quickly, leaving her things scattered as she steps into the bath built deep into the floor. It is warm and smells sweet, like summer in the Water Gardens. “Pale, but I like her freckles.” She looks up at Oberyn with admiration as he shrugs off his own robes. “I like your freckles better, though.” Especially the one on the inside of his right thigh, high on his muscled leg where she can kiss it before swallowing his cock.
“Just like her tits are gorgeous, but yours have suckled four of my children.” His cock twitches and he kicks off his boots, throwing the loose, pale yellow shirt off and reaching for his leather breeches.
“Hers are bigger than mine.” Ellaria chuckles at the way he loves tits. “Enjoy them, lover. I know I shall.”
“You always do.” He chuckles, thanking the gods that his soulmate is just as adventurous as he is. “Maybe she will be the only one we choose for now.”
“Perhaps.” Sighing as she lays back in the water, Ellaria tilts her head and soaks her hair, enjoying the way she feels cleaner already. “Perhaps we will develop a taste for sun-red hair while we are here.”
“Whatever we develop a taste for, we will indulge in.” Oberyn does not mind sharing her, doesn’t get jealous because she is his sun and world. No one could break their bond.
“Come to me, lover.” She beckons him with both hands, pouting for him prettily. Now that travel is behind them, Oberyn is already cheerier and it lightens her heart. “Soak with me. It has been weeks since we had a bath.”
“With pleasure.” Stripped down, Oberyn strides over to the bath and starts to descend the stairs to join her in the deep tub.
Ellaria moves to him immediately, arms welcoming him home and lips finding his with a deeply satisfied moan. Her legs are around his waist as quickly as his hands find her ass, and his growing cock twitches against her soft skin.
Oberyn turns around, letting his paramour cling to him as he drops down onto the seat under the water. “I love you.” He murmurs quietly against his lips.
“As I love you.” Since the day they first spoke the words to each other they have not wavered, and Ellaria runs her hands across Oberyn’s skin reverently. “My warrior.”
“My sun.” Oberyn squeezes her ass and rocks her onto his hardening cock. “My world.” The passion between the pair has not wavered over the years, growing stronger in a way that could only be because of their soulmate bond.
“Oberyn.” No matter how many times she takes him, the stretch of his cock inside her takes her breath away. Her hands find his shoulders to cling to him as they find their pace, with his grip guiding her as she begins to bounce on his length in earnest.
“Too soon, my love?” He teases, knowing she is far more than adequately wet. She is dripping.
“Never.” She shakes her head before throwing it back, letting her moan ring out through the echoey chamber. “Never. I am always yours.”
Multi-tasking is a gift that Oberyn has. Results of a wandering spirit and a restless mind. It was one of the reasons he had joined the maesters and eventually left after forging eight links. He reaches for the perfumed soap and a rag to wash his lover.
They are fully enraptured with each other when Leyth returns, and she sets the tray down beside them before seeing about pouring two goblets of wine. It’s rare to have pairs of lovers visit the establishment but not unheard of, and she smiles indulgently, watching the passion they share for a moment before making herself known. “I can do that for you, your Grace,” she offers, knowing her employer will be upset if she neglects them.
Even with Ellaria impaled on his cock, Oberyn tears his mouth away from her lips and looks over at the woman. “Join us and bring the wine.” He orders. “Are the others coming?”
“They are right here.” Leyth slips into the water easily, taking the sponge from him and resumes the work of bathing his lady without missing a beat. Four women and two men all of varying ages and looks pour into the room behind her clad in next to nothing looking apprehensive.
“Do not be shy.” Oberyn turns Ellaria’s head and groans when she clenches down around him. “Any who wish to not join us may leave now.” He does not want someone who is timid.
The most tired looking of the women takes the youngest girl by the hand and leads her from the room with a respectful nod of her head, and one of the men bows before stepping out behind them. "Leaving us with five supple bodies to learn," Ellaria groans appreciatively. Between Oberyn's cock and Leyth's hands massaging her back as she washes her, this is surely already one of the seven heavens. One of the girls is the first to step forward, beautiful dark skin on display and bright eyes full of mischief as she easily discards her meager dress and slips into the water right away. She has heard legends of the second prince of Dorne and intends to find out for herself if they are true.
“Eager.” Oberyn chuckles and beckons her forward. “I like that.” His eyes slide past her towards the remaining man, tall and broad. His tawny skin clear and it’s obvious that his cock is starting to harden as he watches. “You—” he motions towards him. “Do you suck cock or like cock in your ass?”
"I like whatever you like, my lord." After all, is that not what he is here for? Being a man with a voracious appetite for pleasure makes him an asset in a place like this.
Oberyn growls, eyeing his cock tenting the loose trousers he is wearing. “Strip and join us if you are going to.”
Spacious as it is, there is not enough room for everyone in the bath, and the last remaining girl lays down bare on the edge after everyone has climbed in and patiently plays with herself while she waits her turn. There is plenty to feast her eyes on until one of them decides to bury their face in her pussy.
Twitching inside his lover, he kisses her gently and pulls her off his cock. “Go play, my love.” He urges her, knowing she wants to do more than just be touched.
"We may learn to enjoy King's Landing after all." Ellaria laughs, happily letting hands explore her skin. Leyth and the man gravitate toward Oberyn, and she is happy to drown herself in a sea of pussy until she is drunk on the sound of women's pleasure.
When he is close enough, Oberyn reaches down and cups the man’s cock firmly. “What is your name?” He demands, squeezing him gently and jerking him slowly.
"Cal, my lord." His eyelids flutter slightly at the firm touch, eager for more. "Or whatever you want it to be."
“Cal….” He smirks and presses his thumb against the head of the man’s cock. “Have you ever been fucked by a Prince?”
The way Cal shudders and his breath hitches is reverent, and he shakes his head as he tries to remember to breathe. "No, your Grace. But I would like to be."
He turns to Leyth, jerking his chin up. “Kiss me.” he orders, stretching his neck out and lets go of the man’s cock so he can slide his hand around him to press between the cheeks of his ass.
The room fills with moans as Leyth eagerly complies, licking into the prince's mouth with surety. She knows her skill and she hopes to impress, even pressing closer to him to wrap her own hand around his cock.
Oberyn hisses, his tongue sliding against hers happily as he finds Cal’s puckered hole quickly and starts to rub around the opening.Hands are everywhere as Cal lowers his head to lay kisses along the taut muscles of the prince's neck, one hand caressing his skin and the other groping for Leyth's breast to squeeze the supple flesh and play with her nipple. They are paired together often, when clients wish for a show, so he knows her body as well as any instrument.
“You are lovers.” Oberyn groans, pushing a finger inside the man’s quivering hole. On the other side of the bath, Ellaria and the ebony skinned beauty are tangled together in a passionate embrace.
"Sometimes." Leyth agrees, leaning over to give Cal a kiss without missing a single stroke of the prince's cock.
The sounds of heavy breathing and pleasure are filling the bathing room and he can feel the way Cal’s body squeezes his finger as he pumps it into him to stretch him out. “So do you want his cock or his tongue while I fuck him?”
"If I have his cock, I will feel every time you fuck into him." She moans at the idea, chest heaving with just the thought. "You will be driving us both wild with pleasure."
He chuckles and nods, pulling his fingers out of the other man. “Then get on your knees and let him slide inside your cunt.”
Kneeling on the bench where he had been sitting, Leyth presents herself easily for both men to appreciate and sighs out loud when the familiar stretch of Cal's cock presses inside of her wet heat. She knows that Cal is truly the one getting spoiled today and hopes the prince lives up to every rumour for his sake.
Oberyn can’t help but reach out and slap her ass and groans when her generous skin jiggles. “I will fuck you after I have had my fill of your lover.”
"He is insatiable," Ellaria offers, chuckling deeply before burying her face in the cunt nearest her talented mouth. Oberyn is not the only one with an endless appetite. It is one of the reasons that they have so much fun together.
“It has been two weeks.” He huffs, rolling his eyes. There hadn’t been any place to stop and fuck while on the road. He was pent up.
"No one here will complain, my lord." Cal promises, burying himself again in Leyth's cunt and groaning at her heat. "The stories of you are legend, and most of us are eager to know if they are true."
“They are true.” Ellaria pulls his tongue out of the cunt to purr her vote of confidence.
“Thank you, my love.” Oberyn chuckles and reaches for the oils that are kept on the edge of the bath for things such as this.
"Then we will add our praise to the stories that already exist." Soon Leyth will be able to do nothing but take the thrusts from the two men above her, but for now she meets each movement with a roll of her plush hips.
"We are yours for as long as you wish to stay." It is only half of a promise from Cal himself, having been instructed by Littlefinger himself to give Prince Oberyn whatever he wants, but at least now Cal can make the vow with pleasure.
Oberyn has no doubt that these people have been told to do whatever he or his paramour likes but he will only take what he deems right. “Only if I bring you both pleasure.”
"I cannot imagine you have trouble giving pleasure." Cal moans, bending over Leyth's back to present himself to the prince for the taking.
Coating his cock in enough oil to wash his entrance, the water in the bath sloshes as he shuffles closer and takes himself in hand. Pressing closer and pushing the head of his cock against the other man’s hole and slowly rolls his hips forward to break him open.
Cal curses, eyes rolling back into his head as the prince's girth fills him, and in turn pushes his cock further into Leyth's fluttering pussy. The bathing room may as well be their own private party in this moment, because of the large handful of people indulging in each other no one notices Littlefinger lurking by the doorway. True pleasure is rare in a whorehouse, so this is sure to be a lucrative visit for the proprietor.
Oberyn lets out a lusty groan when his hips are flush against the other man’s ass. “You do not flinch away.” He praises, wrapping his long arms around the man so he can cup Leyth’s generous breasts while he waits for the man’s muscles to relax around him.
“Pleasure is a gift.” Cal’s body shudders as he takes Oberyn fully, the stretch of him making the man pant and reach back to grasp the prince’s hip. “You have a very large gift, my lord.”
Oberyn chuckles quietly, pleased with Cal’s words and leans in to nibble on his ear. Enjoying the way he shudders again. “Let me show you what I can do with that gift.”
******
The Red Keep looms above you when you finally step out of your carriage, trying with all your might to block out your mother’s voice muttering indignities that your party was not greeted by a royal retinue at the city line. What utter nonsense. Your house is ancient and wealthy, yes, but certainly not royal and there is no reason for the royal Baratheons or Lannisters to pay you any heed. At least, outside the carriage, you can finally be more than a foot and a half away from your mother again.
“Alright, pumpkin?” Your father beams down at you before swinging off of his horse.
“Of course, Papa.” Of course not is the truth, but after days of spitting venom you are too tired to put up much of a fight. Besides, now that you know this is your mother’s doing, it is hard to be upset with your father for simply being a fool.
Your father beams at you as he steps beside you and offers you his arm. Not having an opportunity to talk much on the road, he wants to assure you. “I understand you are nervous because you have not been to Dorne, but your grandmother and her mother are from Dorne.” He reminds you. “And there is family in Braavos and across the Narrow Sea.” The long tradition of finding love outside the Vale is common, your father finding the free-spirited prince to be a far worthier match for you than some sniveling little lord grasping for favor. The idea that his daughter will be princess is also a factor.
“I shall visit them all at my earliest ability.” The idea of traveling to see family you have never met sounds infinitely preferable to spending even a minute in the presence of the prince you never agreed to wed, and for a moment you almost relax at the idea.
“I doubt your husband will allow anything other than you spitting out his heirs for the next few years.” Your mother scoffs. “You will be visiting his bed.”
“That is not for you to know or to decide.” You tell her, though the fact that she may be right makes you sick to your stomach. Two steps behind the three of you, Raeden could not have missed the comment but you cannot exactly turn to look at him.
Raeden keeps his gaze down, your mother’s words in his mind as he tries to decide if he had made the right choice. Perhaps he should have run away with you. He’s noticed the captain of your father’s guard eyeing him so he had tried to be as impassive as possible. His heart aches at the idea of you in the Prince’s bed, despite the rumors of his prowess and propensity for men and women, something that he shamefully shares with the Prince of Dorne. He had fought his attraction to the other men around him. Not even sharing it with you.
“My lord. My ladies.” A steward in the hallway bows to you dutifully and opens his mouth to welcome you to the Red Keep, but a swish of skirts and a silky smooth voice cuts him off from behind. “Lollard, I will greet my guests,” she instructs, sounding nearly severe before her voice pitches up to something delighted and seemingly terribly excited. “I was so pleased to see your banner approach that I could not help myself.” The woman declares, and you cannot tell if she means it or not. “Lady Margaery Tyrell,” she introduces herself with a broad smile. “It was I who sent your invitation. Welcome to King’s Landing, and to the Red Keep.”
“You are even more beautiful than your portrait, Lady Margaery,” your mother gushes, simpering to the woman who appeared to be several years younger than even you. “And how thoughtful of you to include our House in your nuptial feast. We are honoured.”
“It is I who am honoured.” She steps toward you with a smile. “To have the future princess of Dorne amongst my guests, and of course the ancient connection between our Houses makes us loving cousins, does it not?” The marriage of a Tyrell daughter into your House was four generations ago, but Margaery has never been one to overlook a string that might be pulled in her favour. At least not after her grandmother pointed it out.
Future princess of Dorne. Raeden’s fists clench at his sides as he tries to ignore the fury in his heart at that simple phrase. You will be a princess, and the gap between your stations will be more vast than before.
“We are flattered by such a personal welcome.” Beside you, your father is talking and patting your hand on his arm, but you barely hear him. Each time another person calls you princess or refers to the man who bought you, you feel closer and closer to being sick all over the floor. Or perhaps sinking in a wasting depression. If both are possible simultaneously, that may be the answer.
“Forgive me.” When you find your voice it almost cracks, but you put one hand to your stomach delicately. “I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Lady Margaery, but I am afraid I feel quite ill from weeks of travel. Would it be possible to be escorted to our chamber so that I might be well enough for a turn around the gardens later?” An ally – any ally – may be worth grasping, and you enjoy the way this young woman made your mother frown by not paying attention to her. For right now, though, you would do anything to be alone so that Raeden could visit you.
“Forgive me.” Margaery bows her head respectfully and gives a small, sincere smile. “My manners have forsaken me.” She gestures towards the keep. “Allow me to show you personally to your rooms. A light repast has been laid out for your pleasure as well.”
“How very kind of you,” you murmur, knowing you won’t touch a thing. The reality of your situation has stolen your normally healthy appetite.
Clever blue eyes catch the subtle grimace when she mentions food and yet she doesn’t comment on it. Sensing that you will have much to talk about, Margaery had invited you to stay in the keep as her guest after learning of your betrothal to Oberyn Martell. “This way.” She smiles and motions towards the left corridor.
Though you might not be fond of the games of society, you were raised in them, and you have sense enough that when the future queen offers you her arm you take it. That is how the first glimpse many guests to court ever have of you is strolling arm-in-arm with the woman who will become queen in two days time. It does not matter that you just met. It does not matter that she is chattering away politely while you simply smile your polite smile and nod. The future queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the future princess of Dorne paint a very pretty picture on their way through the halls of the Red Keep with your family trailing behind. If you weren’t so desperate to be alone with Raeden again and attempt to forget all this is happening, you might more fully enjoy the way your mother is green with envy.
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melodygatesauthor · 8 months
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AHHH 2K IM SO HAPPY FOR U 🥳🥳
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for the celebration: maybe a blurb about steven x yandere!reader 👀
Oh bitch you fucking KNOW I do
NSFW below the cut - non-con - somnophilia - voyeurism- breeding kink if you squint - I'm probably gonna get some haters for what I do to Steven in this so just settle down and remember that it's ff y'all - f!Reader
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You're Steven's new neighbor, and it all starts when you run into him on the elevator heading up to your flat. He holds the door for you and you lose your shit. He's so handsome, he smells like old books and cedar, and he's such a mess you just want to know what he looks like writhing underneath you. Your body is shaking with excitement after meeting him for the first time. Holy fucking SHIT you need him.
So you bide your time, following him to work, keeping your distance so he doesn't know you're following him. You watch him picking the spinach from his wrap out of his teeth when he's walking home after talking with his street performer friend. You watch him go into his apartment, breaking your line of sight.
You can hear him from the laundry room jerking himself off and moaning pathetically. What a waste of his delicious cum when you know it's getting spilt into a tissue, just getting tossed aside when it could be inside of you.
When just listening isn't enough, you're staring wide-eyed into his window on the fire escape, watching him slide his palm over his erection. You're drooling on yourself while you plunge two fingers deep into your soaking cunt. You can see him just a little through the gap in his curtains, huffing and panting while he gets closer.
You're so tired of seeing him fuck himself when he could be fucking you.
So you wait until you know he's asleep and you sneak in through his window. You take a moment to take in his apartment, enjoying his scent and being surrounded by his belongings. Steven's a heavy sleeper, you learned this ages ago. So tying him up was easy.
When he finally wakes up, you're straddling him, gliding your dripping folds along his half-hard cock. You make sure to duct tape his mouth closed so his sounds will be muffled. You know Steven though, he would still be noisy as all hell.
He looks terrified at first, so you shush him and touch his cheek gently.
"Steven it's okay, it's me, your girlfriend."
You lean forward, kissing his cheek and wasting no time filling yourself with his fat cock. You groan and grunt, bouncing on top of him. You look at him, seeing his eyes roll back while you fuck him harder.
"Mm, feels good doesn't it Steven? I know just what you like, been watching you for a long time."
You move your hips in the same way you'd seen him move his hand. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, and then slow again. You kiss his throat, hearing him crying a little. You chuckle, licking away his tears.
"You're the most precious thing Steven, can't stand the thought of anyone else having you, so you're mind now."
"This cock was made for me, it was made to fill me up, not letting you waste another drop of cum in a fucking tissue."
"I want you to pump that hot cum in my tight little pussy Steven, I wanna be so full it's flooding out of me."
"I don't take birth control you know? Not since I started following you. Gonna give you a fucking hockey team, gonna make you a daddy honey."
When Steven comes, he's breathing deeply, just as you'd seen him do before. He's panting, bucking his hips upward and slamming into you. It feels so good you nearly pass out from your own climax. When you come down from you high, you rip the tape from Steven's mouth.
"Oh god-oh god-oh god!" He's shouting. "You...you tied m-me up and-and-y-you...!"
"Steven, my sweet darling, are you really going to act like this isn't exactly what you wanted?" You kiss down his chest, and he moans, arching his body upward toward you.
"You precious whiny thing..."
Your first time together might've been a shock to him, but it doesn't take long for Steven to start seeing things your way...
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the-kr8tor · 7 months
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Hii, i have gone through all your ffs love them ❤️❤️, i got this video on my fyp and it just made me think of hobie. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJnnLQDt/ It could be a us babysitting kinda thing
Hello, angel! Thank you for requesting ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-punk x fem! Reader
Synopsis: you and Hobie play pretend with Mayday's toys.
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, FLUFF.
It's Fluffy Friday!
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Finally putting Mayday down for an afternoon nap, you stretch your tired arms from carrying the toddler a bit too long. Walking towards the living room you hear Hobie cleaning up Mayday's toys.
"What is Peter feeding that kid? I swear she keeps growing every time we babysit" you stop in your tracks when you see Hobie casually scooping up fake ice cream into a plastic cone. He sits criss crossed on the carpeted floor, in front of him is the plastic ice cream stall.
The toy is from Peter's dimension, Hobie's curious at how the fake ice cream sticks to the plastic scoop with ease, And how it stays on top of the plastic cone without it falling. He whispers a question to no one, 'magnets?' The toys look tiny in his hand.
You giggle, "can I order uh, chocolate with sprinkles"
Hobie immediately plays with the bit, "we don't have sprinkles, just plain chocolate on a cone" he plays the part of a disgruntled employee, Hobie says his line flatly.
You stifle laugh, "fine, three scoops of plain chocolate, please" you sit in front of the toy ice cream stall, Hobie holds the plastic scooper in his hand.
"No three scoops, just one or two" He points at the stall, various 'flavours' of ice cream are displayed in pairs.
"What kind of ice cream shop only offers one to two scoops?"
"There's a dairy crisis" he says the sentence so matter-of-factly, you can't help but guffaw at his straight face.
"A dairy crisis?!" You play along, Hobie cracks a small smile.
"Yeah, and our CEO's lactose intolerant, he doesn't let anyone have their fun. Also he's a wanker for being a capitalist pig" he spits out the last word with so much malice.
You laugh loudly, covering your mouth with your hand so that Mayday wouldn't wake up from the noise. "Two scoops then, in a cup please" you say in between laughs, there's tears in your eyes from all the laughing.
"We don't have bloody cups!" Hobie gestures towards the toddler sized stall, "do you see any cups here?!" Hobie plays his part well. If not for the small smile he has, you would've thought he was actually mad.
You wipe the tiny tears welling in your eyes, "okay" wheeze "okay" giggle "um two chocolate in a cone, please" you manage to let out.
Hobie scoops the ice cream angrily, plastic thumping against plastic. "Here" he hands the toy sundae in your hands.
"Thank you," your laugh finally subsides, clearing your throat. You act, patting your imaginary pockets for your wallet. "Ah, I think I forgot my wallet at home" you smirk at him, "do you take kisses instead?"
Hobie finally cracks, laughing deeply. "Little shit, come 'ere" He lifts his arms up towards you. You scooch, closing in the small distance between you.
Hobie cradles your cheek, thumb grazing your lips before he leans in. You feel his lopsided smile through the kiss, you sigh, looping your arm around the back of his head, the fake sundae in your hand almost stabs him on the cheek.
You pull away breathlessly, "whoops" pecking the side of his face as an apology. "I'm gonna have to report you to management for the bad service" you joke, peppering kisses all over his jaw.
"Snitch" he whispers with a lovestruck grin.
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forthelostones · 7 months
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i. through the darkness - a fanfiction
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꧁ since the apocalypse you found yourself living a stagnant but fulfilling life. you lived in the cabin you watched your parents build many years ago. you never ended up in a qz or sought out refuge anywhere else. living just outside jackson, on a lakefront, away from the world. you watched them build a community around you, something someone so isolated could dream of. but what would it cost? on a lone day, while you're hunting for dinner you hear a dry voice cry for help. it's a familiar voice, one you've only heard of ruffled behind static. she's helpless in your trap, unconscious in the dirt, leaking with blood, her auburn hair stuck to her fighting face.
content: mention of loss, mention of two-parent household, parent/ sibling death (implied), grief, blood, aged!ellie, fluff/angst.
an: waaaaa let's see how long this'll last. first ff since i was 13? woaaaa. also thanks guys for all the follows, that’s means sm to me!!! also any requests? let me know.
wc: 2.2k
Your stomach spoke to you while finishing your glass of herbal tea. It warmed you, but it wouldn’t satisfy you until dinner, which you were putting off. You knew you'd need to go hunt since the change of seasons left you with such little protein. But you so desperately enjoyed the weather and the coolness that allowed you to sit by the fire, read your favorite books, and go thoughtless. The crinkling of the wood created a hazy picture inside your mind of when you would sit by the fire with your mom and read her childhood books. You look around and sit alone with a copy of a graphic novel with pages that have become dusty with time. 
You close up the book and swallow the last drops of tea as you slip on your house shoes to walk to the kitchen. The floorboards creak beneath you, echoing in your ears, reminding you how quiet this place has become. Your hands wrap around the ceramic sink as you lay the glass down and peer out to the lake. Your memory floods with flashes of Christmas, the house noisy with the clattering dishes from the same meal mom made every year. Meatloaf, fire-roasted chicken. mashed potatoes, green beans, biscuits, pumpkin pie, and iced lavender tea. A meal that filled your belly up so much that you could barely stand at the sink to wash dishes. But as you stood, you so desperately wanted to lay in your father's arms, on the couch, listening to the laughter of your mom and brother dancing to a record. But instead, you looked out the window, into the never-ending treeline, watching the snow fall heavily over the deck sloppily washing.
You sniffled as you fought the distance between your mind and the present. You weren’t in the business of crying, that ended a long time ago. But when you peered out that same window and watched the sun hallow into the lake slowly you felt as if you could.
Better go, you thought. 
You strapped on your boots, tossed your rifle over your shoulder, and headed towards the door. All your gear was already set up from the day previously when you decided you would just eat vegetable soup again for dinner. You groan as you step into the frosty air, colder than you thought, but you smile, knowing Spring is knocking, waiting to come in. The world around you had become so quiet, so you constantly hummed a tune your dad taught you to keep your mind from wandering. 
♪ Open the door, Richard…��
Open the door and let me in…♪ 
You hear his voice chime in on the next line…
♪ Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door?♪
The whistling breeze came to a brief halt, amplifying your voice and your feet crunching on the recently defrosted grass. As you walk to your post, opposite the lake, you hear coughing. For a moment you think it’s in your head, a new bit your memory made up while singing the vaudeville tune. The gurgle of trapped liquid triggered your senses causing you to leap to the ground. 
“‘Elp—“ 
It wasn’t an infected, it was an actual human. Your body jerks a gasp out of your mouth causing you to muffle your excitement that faded quickly. You set up a conibear trap down that way to ward off the trespassers you thought you’d get. You stood to your feet and sprinted ferociously to the sight. The voice yelped again, softly, as they hear you crash towards them.
Lying in a shallow ditch was a girl with the thick of her calve stuck between your trap. How long has she been out here? Her face was dirtied with earth and her body twitched from the pain. She had dropped out of consciousness as you appeared. Luckily the trap was old and somewhat defective, so her blood flow wasn’t as intense as it could’ve been. You check the surrounding area cautiously to make sure no one is hidden along the shore or tree line. You went over to her, prying the trap away with any remaining strength you had, nicking yourself and freeing her leg. Her pierced veins dripped blood, so you unwrap your scarf and tie it around her flesh until you could get her into the cabin. You hoist her up over your shoulder and walk quickly from shore, up the grassy plain, and twisting the door handle open with a free hand.
Your heart raced at the human connection. 
“I gotcha,” you say hoarsely. 
You open the bathroom door and lie her in the bathtub, hand behind her frosted neck. She's practically frozen, you thought. You remove her backpack, shoes, and additional layers down to her warming garments and grab the med kit from your living room. Your hands quake as you attempt to remember what to do. Find the source, stop the source, stay clean baby, you hear your Mom say. You cut a strip up her pant leg to view the wound. She needed stitching, on both sides of her calve, bulbs of nervous sweat gathered on your forehead, and fell quickly into the tub. Your hands were damp with fresh blood, more than you’ve ever dealt with before even when you went hunting. You reached for the spout to the tub and rinsed your hands off before delving into the kit for a needle and thread, she was going to be okay. 
You stood at her bedside, sponging her face with warm water you boiled on the stove and a clean washcloth. Your heart rate hasn’t dropped since you found her. Almost ten years since a human was breathing around you and you couldn’t believe it, you wished it didn’t go this way, but part of you was glad she did. Questions rummaged through your curious mind about how she found you, why she was here, what if she came to kill you, what if there’s a cure and they were alerting others? The thoughts didn’t stop. She was still unconscious, lying in your bed, tucked warmly with your flannel pajamas, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. You had given her a nice cleaning, wiping away the days-old dirt built up on her skin, even picking it from under her nails. Slathering her dried lips with petroleum, combing her hair after washing it, and now cleaning off her cheeks. Her face pleased your eyes, and that short hair sparked fiery against the dullness of your bedroom, filled with trinkets of the past illuminated by a flickering candle. Your sponge slowly swiped over her tattoo, it looked a few years old, faded away with time, and stretched over her aching muscle. 
Cool, you thought in the midst of then constant brain chatter.  
You dragged the loveseat from the living room to where she peacefully slept. You had been monitoring her after drowning her in freshwater with crushed-up painkillers. You had been worried because her breathing began to stagger into choking snores. But you also thought it would be a good idea to stay by her side to explain why she was here. In the meantime, you warmed up leftover soup on the stove, making sure there was enough for her when she awakened. You pulled a blanket off your couch and dragged a cup of soup to your post. As you spooned in the warm broth with potatoes and carrots to your mouth you watched her chest rise and fall, even if her breathing became shallow, you watched to make sure. She began to sweat late in the night, so you placed a cool rag on her forehead and dulled the fire. Something about her made you want to know her.
The morning broke through the sheer curtains and the birds from last Spring arrived again. You looked over to your patient who cuddled a pillow to her chest, hair sticky, and sprawled all over her face. It actually makes you smile because for a moment, life feels familiar — she feels familiar. You have a stretch and head to the kitchen to get started on breakfast, oats with apple butter. You toss more fire starter into the pit to bring more warmth to the brisk morning. A loud groan, that flowers into a scream, comes from your bedroom and you are met with the fiery woman once again. Her eyes bulging out of her head as her arms flail with her head tossed back. She searches around your room for something, anything to protect herself, and for a moment you feel the threat of danger comes as she grips the glass of water you set out for her. 
“Stop!” You holler, but your voice cracks, it’s been a while since it’s been used like this. 
Her strong arms chuck the glass at your feet, which causes you to wince and jump onto the bed. You wrap your hand around her aching, freshly stitched calf. She spits out profanities, reaching for your face, but you just squeeze her throwing arm harder. 
“I’m help, I help you, I’m helping you!” You stutter, trying to get the phrasing right. 
But she doesn’t stop until tears form in the corner of her eyes. 
Her body stops shaking the second she makes eye contact with you. In that moment you felt like Eve, full of sin, being discovered by God's wandering eye, naked, with her pupils melding into yours. She sighs as you lift your hand. 
“It’s it’s me,” you suggest, repeatedly saying your name. 
Her forest eyes settle on you as you move quickly off of her, freeing her wrist. 
“Okay. Okay.” She replies. 
Her voice is dry with rasp laced between her moans of agony. 
“You got stuck in my trap, do you remember, I-I live here. This is my house.” You explain anxiously. 
Which feels weird to say out loud, it’s just yours now.
She remains silent. 
“Your leg got caught in a trap, do you remember?” You enunciated slowly. 
“I can understand you.” 
You twitch at her unpleasant reply.
“Can you? Look, I’m sorry you got stuck. I’ll get you more meds.” 
“No, no,” she winches. “It’s fine I have to go, my people are probably worried, how many days has it been?” 
You shrug your shoulders, which wasn’t sufficient enough for her, and she spits a nasty what at you. “I don’t know and what do you mean people? Is there someone coming here, are you…” 
You couldn’t even finish your sentence at the possibility of this girl attracting people to you. 
“No, no one knows I'm here exactly. I wouldn't willingly walk into a trap.” 
You keep your post near the door, away from the broken glass as you observe her attempt to sit up. She looks around the room and you feel a wave of embarrassment. Posters from your youth are plastered on the walls, crooked and dusty. 
“You won’t be able to make it far with that leg.” You distract her. 
She pulls the sheet away from her now bloody gauze. The sight makes you jump into action and elevate it. You thought your stitches would hold, but they didn’t. The glass crunched under you as you leaped to the loveseat where you moved the kit for the night. You frantically removed the swatch of gauze and unraveled it in your hands. 
“Give it.” She demands. 
But you’re not listening to her words, you unravel the fabric to see your stitches in place, just her movement made her bleed a little more. 
“Give it,” she reached for your hands.
“Let me do this!” You scream, shutting her up. 
She sits as quiet as she can, sucking her teeth, as you change her bandages. You look up to her and she looks away, avoiding contact with your eyes. You silently walk to wash your hands and grab the broom. 
The room falls quiet other than the hay sticks scraping the wood. 
“I’m sorry.” 
Her voice breaks through the silence and you just freeze, squatting on the ground, over the glass, out of her view. Once the glass is in the metal dustpan you walk it to the kitchen to dispose of it. 
“It’s okay. I would’ve reacted the same way.” You sigh, propping yourself back in your chair. 
“You alone?” 
“I am, have been for the last ten.” 
“Oh shit.” 
Her reaction pulled at a nerve you didn't think you had. 
“Ten years,” she adds. “By yourself? What…” 
You just nod, thinking of how your mom would’ve handled this situation. Brought breakfast to bed, made a natural creme for her wounds, and played soft music to awaken her. She wouldn’t have attacked Mom. 
“I’ll get started on breakfast.” 
You watched her devour a bowl of warm oats. The spoon entered her mouth swiftly, clattering against her front teeth and scraping as she pulled it away. You added milk into her oats to be more filling, lots of cinnamon, and apple butter to hide the stale taste. Her tongue even rode the ridges of the bowl where the thick, sweet glue dried and hardened. Her breathing was sporadic, almost like she would die if she didn’t devour the food immediately. You were still on your fifth spoon, almost halfway through. You deducted from her hurriedness that she was outside for at least three days. She sat patiently against the headboard and waited for you to finish. You had forgotten how to speak to someone. The only time you spoke these days was when you read to yourself, acting out the scenes and trying character voices. As you try to speak to her your voice caught in the back of your throat. But you could ask the one question humans asked each other upon first meeting. 
“What’s your name… by the way? The by the way you added hurriedly as you remembered from the movies you watch that they say that. 
“Ellie.” She replied. 
“Ellie.” You repeat. 
You smirked as you took another spoonful, hiding your mouth, you liked the way her name sat at the tip of your tongue. Instead of worrying, you just thought Ellie.
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aybatz · 2 months
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★ to my followers, i will not post jason ffs in the meantime. currently i do non-jason stuff. i will post in the future oc. (do whatever u want with this info. just as a warning.)
tw: arkham knight jason, not proofread, angst, comfort!
the camouflage pattern. armored body on the corner of your bed. legs and arms sticking to his own flesh, shuddering. it was too sudden for you.
"jason?" you were careful not to alert him. seeing him in your room without the tiniest thought of him ever being in your bedroom. you watch for a moment before waking up from your stiffnes.
standing with a certain distance, you try to act calm.
his arms were guarding his face, making it difficult for you to read his face. you carefully try to get closer, not wanting to have to seperate his arm from his face.
"d-don't touch me!" you almost stumble and immediately keep your arms close to your chest. the room is silent again, so much that you hear his thick breathing. your fingers never made it near him. his body was rising and falling, sweat permeating the air.
you think about going near him again, but you were petrified of freaking him out. for seconds you were standing there - helpless yourself. just last week you didn't hear a word from him. the arkham knight was busy terrorizing gotham, foremost trying to get his enemy.
before wanting to babble him to his demise, you slowly caught your own breath.
"hey... jason. it's okay..." you whispered, sneaking up to him. you were still steps away, your upper body bending forward for your arms to place on your knees. "want to talk? i'm here jason." you couldn't tell if he could heard you, but his breath got calmer. it gave you a bit of hope. "i'm going to be here as long 's you need."
minutes passed. perhaps five. maybe more. birds were chirping just lightly, the city under the polluted sky finally getting into motion. his legs had long ago relaxed, ankled in a more loose position. you didn't mind standing that long. it's him after all.
"wanna talk?"
his arms are still around his head. you try closing the window to prevent him from freezing then search for tissues. you step close and finitely: your eyes meet. you rapidly place the pack down, not wanting to invade his space.
the image has embedded itself in your head. pleading, innocent eyes. with withdrawn arms and hair blocking his forehead, a sense of protectiveness overcame you. he appeared juvenile, almost child-like. you puffed.
it's as if your patience had run out, but you could swear you didn't mean it in a bad way when you allowed yourself to sit on the other corner, facing his huge back.
minutes pass.
"i almost had him. and yet i let him go... i- i saved his life for god's sake..." his tone was low, exhaling each word.
you already knew. at the same time you had forgotten the news. bruce wayne exposed by scarecrow. you bitterly smiled at his last words.
"i think- i know you did the right think. it plagues you, but trust me, i'm proud you did so." you place your hand comfortably on the matress, opening up to him although he can't see you. "you won't regret it in the future."
he sat up. "regret? i planned this longer than you can imagine! he played me again! he just looked at me as if he understands me! my pain! what i went through!..."
you would lie if you said that his outburst wasn't predictable. his childhood, his teenage years, the punishment - why? a life under constant pressure, filled with hate against those who seek to abuse their power and people beneath them. those who would do anything do anything to earn a coin against those who wouldn't dare look their way, noses crunched in disgust.
it's daring and dangerous, disrespectful even, but you just couldn't prevent your hand, your digits slowly sinking into his dark hair. he flinches at first and you feel him shuddering before it gets better. your body is practically outstretched, like you were playing twister. as long as he was safe, you didn't mind the ridiculous pose.
finally, muffled noises reach your ears again and you close your eyes. you couldn't believe how strong he is. despite the scars, the tears and the thick layer of sweat that followed him through life. "there, there, jason. i'm here. i got you."
here my other jason posts since im not gonna write him in the meantime:
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lionlena · 8 months
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1. New job, new problems... (PedroPascalxreader) - one shot
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Ok, so here's the first one shot of: one shots week. As I wrote, I was inspired by my problems, but don't take everything literally, because of course I changed some things, but generally yes, my new co-workers are mean bitches. But I've come to terms with it. At least instead of talking to them, I write ff xD
Summary: co-workers at your new job treat you badly. You try to hide it from your boyfriend, but even from a distance Pedro senses that something is wrong.
Warnings: little sad but later fluff and loving, caring Pedro
This can be considered as a continuation: ♡Just let it go…
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You were happy when you got a new job where you made more money. No matter how many times Pedro told that you could have his money. You felt bad about it and wanted to prove to him that you weren't with him for the money.
However, you soon found out that your new job was a nightmare. And it wasn't the job itself, because it was easy and fun for you. Your co-workers were the problem. You ended up in a three-person team consisting of all women, and you felt their hostility from the very beginning. They had trouble giving you the simplest of information, like where the bathroom is. They responded with annoyance to your every question. But you thought they'd get used to you over time. You were polite and tried to have little chats with them, but it was not effective because they ignored you. With each passing day, you felt worse and worse, and as if your misfortune wasn't enough, Pedro flew to the set in Morocco.
You sighed heavily as you sat alone at a table during your lunch break. You've been scrolling through the photos fans have taken of your boyfriend. It always made you feel a little better and made you forget everything for a moment. Your boyfriend looked pleased, though you could see he was tired. You wanted so much to hug him and make sure he was taking care of himself.
Of course, Pedro wanted you to go with him. At least for a few days, but you couldn't take free time from your new job so quickly. Another minus.
And of course, every time you spoke to him, you said everything was fine. You didn't want to worry him. You knew he should be focused on a movie set.
You were just looking at a photo of Pedro wearing a white t-shirt that was visibly wet at the bottom. You smiled and started to wonder what your beloved had done. Knowing him, he probably spilled something on himself. Pedro was so clumsy sometimes. But you loved it about him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice your co-workers walking past you. Their sudden giggles made you jump and almost drop your phone.
"Seriously Y/N," Jane said. "You'd better focus on your job, not on dreaming about some actor who doesn't even know you exist."
You had to bite your tongue not to say that unlike her, you work instead of filing your nails half the day.
"I don't know what these girls see in him," Michele said.
You perfectly saw how a few days earlier she was drooling at the monitor when she was reading an article about your boyfriend.
Before you could answer anything, they walked away laughing like crazy.
When you talked to Pedro in the evening, you could hardly keep your composure. He asked you several times if you were okay.
"Honey, you really do sound kind of weird," he said sadly.
"I'm really fine... I've had a busy day today and I think I'm having a migraine."
"My poor baby," he cooed. "Maybe you should lie down."
"That's what I'll do."
"Do you want me to talk to you on the phone until you fall asleep?"
You wanted to cry. Your boyfriend was so sweet and caring.
"Yes," you whispered.
You only felt worse for the next few days. Even during lunch, you didn't look at pictures with Pedro because your co-workers always sat at the table next to you. You were sure those bitches did it on purpose. It was ridiculous and you felt like you were in high school.
You started wondering if you should just start going out to some restaurant for lunch. You would have less time then, but you would gain peace of mind. Suddenly you heard some commotion behind you.
"Is that him? It's impossible," Michele murmured.
You turned around and your heart leaped. You couldn't believe your eyes. A smiling Pedro was walking towards you with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You couldn't take it any longer and ran over to him. He welcomed you with open arms and hugged you tightly. You pulled away from him after a while, to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the silly faces of these three bitches.
"What are you doing here?" you choked out.
"Did you really think I wouldn't sense something was wrong?" He stroked your cheek gently. "I'm back only for two days, but I hope it's enough."
You nodded and murmured, "I still have a few hours left at work."
"I know, but I couldn't wait to see you. I'll pick you up in the car so you don't have to take the subway back and we'll spend a wonderful evening together."
You blushed involuntarily, and he chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Yeah, I'm thinking about that too."
You shook your head and groaned as you realized you had to get back to work. You kissed Pedro on goodbye.
Suddenly your co-workers wanted to talk to you, but this time you ignored them. It was really sweet revenge.
Pedro has come for you as promised. On the way, he picked up food from your favorite restaurant. At home, he lit the candles and asked, "Dinner first, or bath first?"
You looked at him lovingly. "Dinner."
After you ate, he prepared an aromatic, warm bath for you. The tub was big enough for both of you to fit comfortably. You sat between his legs and rested your head on his chest. His big hands traced patterns on your breasts and belly. You finally felt relaxed. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. You felt Pedro kiss you on the head. "My love, can you tell me what's been making you so sad lately?"
You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. Though you tried to be calm, your voice trembled a few times as you told him about your job and how your co-workers treated you.
Pedro listened to you carefully, and at the end of your story, he hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.
"I'm so sorry babe. These stupid women should be glad to be working with someone as great as you." He placed a kiss on your shoulder again. "I know we've talked about this before, but you don't have to work. You know that. Why do I need money if I can't make the people I love happy?"
You smiled and squeezed his arm. "I know baby. But I want to go back there and watch those bitches die of jealousy because I have the most amazing and handsome boyfriend in the world."
Pedro chuckled and hugged you tighter. "Can this most amazing and handsome boy take you to bed and enjoy your body?"
"Yes!" you squeaked.
A week later, your boss appreciated your work and decided to transfer you to a new, more experienced team. Your new co-workers turned out to be very friendly and communicative. Enjoyed your job again. Though it was nice knowing you had a great boyfriend thanks to whom you don't have to work. And you don't have to worry about money.
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sailorkamino · 11 months
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i saw that requests are open, so could i request your headcanons about the bad batch reacting to a unexpected love confession from their crush (the reader)? ❤️🥰
you confess [bad batch]
relationships: gn reader x bad batch
warnings: inexperienced clones, jealous cross, insecurities, some internalized ableism (echo)
a/n: my first bad batch request! thank you so much!
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crosshair
• cross will flirt with you all the time but when you confess he shut downs (like that brooklyn 99 episode where adrien is super flirty but when rosa asks him out he runs away)
• cross doesn't take your feelings seriously bc he doesn't see himself as lovable :(
• he rather keep you at a distance than be hurt when you eventually leave
• i think this fear is why he starts fights with regs, he rejects them before he can be rejected
• besides you're a liability, cross already has to keep his stupid siblings alive, he doesn't need another loved one distraction
• it might take seeing you flirt with someone else for him to admit his feelings
• i know that's low key toxic but so is crosshair so it works out
• within a second you're being pinned against the closest wall, long fingers squeezing your hips
echo
• echo's feelings are very obvious (he treats you like royalty ffs) but he never considers confessing
• his insecurities have convinced him that you could never feel the same way
• so when you do it feels too good to be true
• he's so expressive, you might as well just told him he'd won the lottery
• he doesn't understand why choose him when he has a million brothers with the same face and no baggage
• "because they're not you"
• you have to reassure him when it comes to his body
• "i like your prosthetics. they make me feel safe. like nothing can hurt me when i'm with you."
• your health/safety is echo's main priority so to hear you see him a protector >>>>
• thats when it becomes real for echo: the person of my dreams wants me
• he's instantly pulling you into him, kissing your check and showering you in mando'a compliments
hunter
• hunter first clocked your rapid heart beat around him as nerves
• does he intimidate you? he goes out of his way to be nice as possible but it keeps happening
• at this point he's concerned, he even brings it up to tech
• when he confronts you about your 'health issue' you're embarrassed but it's also funny as hell
• well since you've been called out you might as well shoot your shot
• "i'm love sick" "oh fuck is it treatable?"
• you can't help but laugh at your sweet, dumb, hunk
• "i want to date you, hunter"
• when he's silent you start to apologize but he quickly silences you with a kiss
• "oh sweetheart" he pants when you finally pull away
tech
• tech has a hard time understanding when someones serious vs joking
• so even if he does pick up on your flirting he might think you're kidding
• he's used to being teased by his brothers but no ones ever flirted with him
• when you confess you need to be very straight forwards
• "i like you romantically, tech" "...why?"
• he's not fishing for compliments, he genuinely wants to know your thought process
• tech, much like crosshair, is confused bc he doesn't see himself as boyfriend material
• in turn, he begans listing off everything he likes about you
• you actually have to cut him off because he won't stop-
• "i'm infatuated with you as well"
wrecker
• everyone knows about wrecker's feelings except for wrecker
• he's never had a crush before, or even a friend that's not a sibling, so he doesn't recognize the feeling
• but his crush is visible from space
• he considers you his best friend and wants to be with you all the time
• he will do anything for your attention (even share the good rations)
• when you first confess it goes over his head because you guys already have a really affectionate friendship
• "i like you" "aw i like you too" "no i mean i like you more than a friend" "like a best friend?" "no like i want to kiss you!"
• he stares at you in shock with those big puppy eyes, "you can kiss me. like all the time if you want"
• so you do
• he sweeps you off your feet and spins you around, almost knocking out poor tech who happens to walk by
• "TECH! WE'RE DATING!"
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deathbxnny · 10 months
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Can i please request luocha & jing yuan (and other chars by your choice) with a sick s/o?😭😭 ive been really sick these days so id appreciate a hsr ff with a sick readee 💔 feel free to ignore the request if it makes you uncomfortable ♡
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A/N: Hello, Anon! I hope, you get well soon! Also thank you for the request!<33
Featured characters: Jing yuan, Luocha, Dan Heng
Content: Fluff, established relationship, mentions of sickness, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not fully proofread))
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》Jing Yuan
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He'll immideatly ask for a doctor to look at you, once he notices that you are sick. He'll get you the best possible treatment, no matter the cost. He won't let you protest either, as the last thing he wants is for you to get worse or for him to lose you.
Whilst you get your treatment, he'll take some time off work for you to take care of you or at least work from home. If he is unable to be there, he'll ask Yanqing or some caretakers to keep an eye on you, whilst he's away.
He'll shower you with affection and spoil you with anything you need. He'll have a hard time keeping away from you due to his own health and usually doesn't care much about it either. He just wants to cuddle you close, until you feel better again.
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》Luocha
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He notices pretty quickly, that you aren't doing well and immideatly forces you to rest. He takes your health into his own hands, as he doesn't trust anyone else with you. He's a doctor anyways and knows everything about your body, so surely he can treat you just fine.
With that said, expect to be spoiled with care and gentle affection from him. He makes sure you get alot of rest and take the proper medication, practically giving you all his time, until you're healthy again. He doesn't accept any defiance on it either.
Luocha will also be a little sterner with you and tell you to stay in bed for as much as you can. He doesn't want your condition to get worse and won't listen to any of your protests. You and your health are his first priority, so deal with it and get healthy again.
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》Dan Heng
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He only really notices that you're sick, once you tell him. Once he knows, he'll be a little lost on how to help you at first, until he tells the rest of the crew about it. Thankfully, Welt tells him what to do and how to treat you best. So, with some direction, he also looks through the Database in hopes of finding something useful. He just wants to help you in the best ways he can.
He'll make you rest and not move for the entire time that you're sick. He'll take care of any of your needs with some distance, as he doesn't want to get sick himself. He can't help you after all, if he's also sick. Though he'll still try giving you as much affection as he can.
Dan Heng will also spoil you with gifts or sweets in hopes of cheering you up. He's not the most expressive man out there and therefore tries to show that he does care and love you, by taking care of you like this.
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A/N: I hope this was okay! Also thank you again for the request and I wish you good health!<33
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puji1over · 10 months
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Help
Both hands where chained above your head. With all your force you pulled down. "Hey! You're hurting me ya know."
Ff Bout Luis n Leon because holy crap there is absolutely none. Your welcome babes🤑 (no promises it'll be good cuz I'm a ass writer😘.)
Warnings!!!
Erm cursing? Ee...plot not making sense!
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Your eyes slowly open. Your hand jerk. Chains could be heard. Looking up you saw both hands chained above your head. With all your force you pulled down on the chains.
"Ah Hey! Are you crazy? Your going to hurt me."
A voice spoked with a accent.
"W-" before you could speak you where dragged.
Quickly you got on your feet before getting drag against the dirty floor. Slowly looking up off the ground your eyes meet a pair.
"Ah~ una senorita" the voice from early spoke flirtatious
Your head slowly looks the other direction to the voice whom spoke earlier. Looking up you see a man, skinny tall man, a smirk was plaster on the man's face.
"Leon you weren't going to introduce me to your guapa amiga~?" The man said looking up n down on you biting his lower lip admiring your figure.
Looking at the man Infront of you that is now known as Leon, spoked.
"Don't know who you are." Leon said in a raspy grudge voice.
You moved back from Leon keeping an appropriate distance slightly tugging the chains in the process.
"Huh..Well name's Y/n." You said looking up both at the two men who where fairly taller then you.
"Name's Luis Serra...encantado." Luis winks at you.
Your eyes look at Leon. He gave no attention to either you or Luis. His blue eyes looking around his surroundings, possibly searching for a escape.
You also look around your surroundings getting a really good look were you're at. You where in some cell? Or storage room...as you look around your eyes meet Luis's gray eyes. He was still looking at you. You awkwardly smile and nod before looking back at Leon. You Notice how built the man was...his arms... Before having any farther thoughts. Your bonded hands were being drag towards Leon.
You let out a groan from the chains pinching your skin. As you did Leon stop.
A sharp gasp left your mouth as Leon pulled the chains with more force, his muscular arms flexing.
Your arms where up roughly pulled above your head. Your eyes looked at both of the men. Their faces...red, eyes glossy lips parting...they looked aroused.
Your thighs clench together. The view was sure a sight. You then notice how both your arms are no longer forced above your head meaning Leon had let go the chains.
"Are you guys okay?" You spoke a few inches away from both of the men.
Both fell onto their knees. Muffles and small moans came out from both of. Flustered you stood there dumbfounded.
"f-fuck...Those *huffs* fuckers injected us with it" Luis spoke biting his tounge not trying to let out any nosies, his chest rising up n down fast while looking up at up with glossy eyes.
"Oh...really? *Huffs* I would- ngh~ never have thought" Leon mumble in a sarcastic tone.
You didn't know what to do. One second both of them were fine and next thing you know it their on the floor panting like their in heat.
"Es..*huff* una injection that ma- fuck-* Luis cuts himself off.
Looking at Luis direction you see him biting his finger. His back arch. His gray eyes staring right back at you..tears now running down his face.
You let out a moan. You felt hot. Your body burning. Knees weaken. You fell onto the ground. You where panting. Heart beating a second faster. You where injected as well... although something was different even though you felt weak you still had your strength...your legs pushing you up getting off the filthy ground. Luis eyes widden...
"T...u *huff* have...ength?" Luis slurred his words sounding confused
A loud moan was let out. Leons head throw back. His body shaking...he felt unbearably sensitive...
"Pl...*hiccup* ease...Y/n" Leon's looks at you eyes where droopy. His face wet from tears constantly running down, small whimpers spilling out.
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(a/n: well that's all because god forbid I can't write full blown smut 🥰 hope ya enjoyed though!!)
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Yandere Alphabet: Illumi Zoldyck
He was kind of fun to write. HunterxHunter is a long love of mine, so to actually publish something for one of them, just feels amazing! (Though I´ve written ff before...)
Illumi Zoldyck
The first born son of the prestigious family of assassins. The guinea pig of his parents, who broke under their affection, who finds so little where he can possibly express himself in. Emotions beaten out of him, priorities set by his family. He is a dutiful son, but to be loved by him is a horror show. Something that creeps along, like the slow terror of a gothic horror novel. He truly combines innocently psychological horror with romance. Good luck, my dear
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
You are very much aware of the cold empty eyes following your every move. How they never seem to loose sight of you, tracking your every movement like a predator about to swallow you whole. He is smothering in his protective streak, that he shows towards his family. He keeps you close to the house, always under the careful eyes of his family and the staff. Every once in a while, he will try to make you forget, bringing you something you talked about. Showing, that not only is he watching your every step, he is also listening to your every word. Not a single action going unnoticed.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
He will know if someone is bothering you, no matter if you want him to know or not. He tends to be aware of your every movement, but also tracks your surroundings as well. His killing intent will leak from him, like an unstoppable wave, smothering and drowning every one, that dares to come to close to you. If his quiet warning is ignored, he can at least tell you that he tried, when he jams one of his needle behind an imbeciles eye. Not a single unnecessary drop of blood was spilled, as expected of him and deep inside of him a seed of pride will bloom.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
He won´t see any sense in mocking you. Illumi has you exactly where he wants you to be, so why would he mock you? All is well in his books, so why bother with something, that seems so senseless to him. Instead, he will work on his next goal: Getting you comfortable in your new home and used to your new family. And even though, he doesn´t quite know how to achieve that part, he will still try. It shouldn´t be that hard, right? Though his frustration will rise, till he admits, that he was never taught this kind of skill. Maybe his grandfather will know how to help him. No matter what he won´t give up.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Now, that he has you, Illumi will just go with whatever happens. He doesn´t expect you to fall into his arms and suddenly love him or anything. Neither does he think, that you would suddenly be comfortable with his physical presence, and so he keeps his distance. Still, he likes to talk to you. Sometimes the whole room between you, even though it doesn´t make a difference to him, as he tries to be emotional vulnerable with you. Though, there is one thing, if he even so much as suspects you being a danger to yourself, he will take action. One of his needle pinched between his fingers, as gently inserts it. The order behind it clear: Stay alive
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
It is a bit awkward with him. He will sometimes just throw a sentence in the room, and you can swear you can hear crickets in that moment. The silence often so much louder, than the words. It is clear to you, that he no idea what he is doing, and you can sometimes see a pinch to his eyebrows, before he recounts his day with slow words. Completely stilted and his tone wooden. Still, you can recognize, that he is trying. When the silence rings too loud, and he can´t think of another approach he will ask you to talk instead, and reluctantly you will comply. Maybe it will have helped you in the future.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
When you start to act up, becoming aggressive with him and on one notable occasion even trying to act him, Illumi will be mostly confused. He doesn´t understand why you´re so lively all of the sudden, but declares it silently to be simply a mood of yours. His mother has the same ones, as do several of his younger brothers. He is sure, that sooner or later you will calm down again, and quite frankly simply lets you be. Surely, it will stop by itself.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
He doesn´t see his attempts at building a relationship with you, as a game. He also doesn´t want to use his darling to entertain him either. As ridiculous it may seem to you, he genuinely wants to have a bond with you. So he doesn´t play with you. But he also doesn´t see your escape attempts for what they are either. Most of the time, he will think, that you simply wanted to go out in the garden to take a walk, and will accompany you, before bringing you back to your room. Because of this simple reason none of your attempts will have any repercussions, even though some of the servants started to side-eye you by now.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
It´s the way that he looks at you, that will frighten you the worst. His big empty eyes, just staring with you. You could swear, that these eyes of his would a corpse better, than a living and breathing man, but here he is. Eyes dead, unblinking for hours. You can feel him watching you, almost as if he touching you. When you wake up, and the first thing you get greeted by are these pools of black, that always make you feel as if he will swallow you whole. Him just casually leaning back, as if watching you sleep like this is normal. It´s unnerving, it drives you to anxiety with him.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
His wish towards the future are quite simple. He doesn´t have any responsibilities towards his family with you, considering that he isn´t the future head of the family. And this is exactly what he wants with you. Something, that has nothing to do with the family business. He wants your company more than anything. He wants you to be someone, that he can always return to. Maybe even be a reason to return at any cost? He wants to have something, that can be entirely his, outside of responsibilities. Outside of the family, even if it would always came first, but this is why he wants you to be family too, no?
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Illumi doesn´t get jealous at all. He has you already in his grasp, and there is no way that you could ever leave his reach. And the worse thing: He knows it. There is no doubt in his mind, when it comes to you leaving him. He knows, that it won´t happen. His confidence is somewhat helped along by his ignorance. He doesn´t understand most signals, either from you or others. The only thing, that will leave slightly irritated when you ignore him completely, but even then he will only huff and ignore the problem.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He tends to be more open with you. Or well, at least he is trying. He will attempt to talk about his feelings with you, though it tends to go rather strange. He is most of the time unable to actually say outright what it is, that he is feeling. It will evolve in a way, that he will talk more about small physical sensations, that he is feeling or whatever thoughts are wandering around in his head. In general Illumi will try and attempt to simply share a bit of his life with you. It isn´t in an usual manner, but it is the only way that he knows how. And he tries so badly.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He is someone, that will approach you. He can´t see the sense in dancing around you for long, and instead chooses the most direct approach. Illumi is very persistent, when it comes to inviting you, and he certainly isn´t someone, that tries to win you over with sweet words, as he is uncomfortably direct. While he certainly isn´t a smooth talker, he came with a plan. He makes it is mission, to figure some things out about you, before he starts interacting with you, and then he kinda, just overwhelms you. His profession certainly helps him, and if everything doesn´t work, he will simply take you with him.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
His true colours have a tendency to shine through clearly in his every action, even though he most often keeps a blank face. And even then, he will have more often than not sudden rather violent outbursts, where he just wants to hide you away, and hoard all your time for himself. He is incredibly controlling in those moments, as he tries to come to an understanding for what he is feeling. It will take quite a bit for him to calm down again, and to stop limiting your movements so much.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He knows that he can´t hold you to the same standards as  his family, so tends to lock you away. Isolating you in the process. He won´t starve you, because he can never quite judge how much you can take. It is the same with pain, poison or anything else, that he was punished with as a child. He will maybe punish you with half of the lowest point of what is normal for the start of the training in his family, and even then he will hesitate, before going with the easier and safer option of simply locking you away.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
With him, his darling is cut off from society, as soon as he manages t get his hands on them. Though, it might never quite feel that way, as he brings you to his home. Kukuru Mountain is spacious, and you will have all the time in the world to find that out for yourself, as he does let you have free reign over where to go. It´s not like you could escape out the front door anyway. You can also interact freely with whoever you come across, while discovering as you are never quite in danger. After all, someone always has an eye on you.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
While he is clueless about how to interact with someone, that he wants to have intimacy and a deep understanding with, he is still kind. He knows, that hurting you would be counterproductive, and while he doesn´t quite catch that his presence itself, might be unnerving for some, it doesn´t really matter anyway. He is often busy with work, and so doesn´t even expect a relationship build on closeness to happen anytime soon. Not even as the months pass. He can be incredibly patient, and is more than happy, to simply have someone he can pass his thoughts onto. This makes him incredibly patient.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If there is even a slight chance or hope of recovering his darling he would take it immediately. Even if it´s just to retrieve their dead body. He would want to recover, that small piece of you, that this world was left with. But in the end, he would never try again to open up to somebody else. He can´t really connect the idea of loving someone again, like he did. In his mind, you were simply special in that way. A once in a lifetime experience, that was taken from him. Whoever took you from him, would have hell to pay.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Illumi can barely understand what he is feeling on a good day. Most days, those things still escape his notice. Guilt is one of the many emotions, he might never recognize, no matter how long he will try to understand himself. He might apologise to you, if he feels agreeable that day, if you ever scream a demand of doing so at him. But there is no feasible way, that he would ever feel guilty for what he did to you. It´s not that he doesn´t care, but in his opinion your life has only gotten better since meeting him, and that there is no need for him to feel any sort of misplaced guilt no matter what you say or how you act.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
He was raised to be an unfeeling assassin by his family. Nothing more than a puppet of the shadows. He was never supposed to be the heir in the first place, and as such he was replaceable. His parents could use him to truly figure out how to raise a child in their profession, and broke him in the process. So when he felt an unexplainable connection to you there was nothing that could have kept him away from you. Not what he was taught as a child or any other boundaries that were early on laid upon him. He felt like you were a part of him, and so he took it. To hold it close, to protect it from a cruel and dangerous world.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
It bothers him quite a bit to see you act like this. These are displays of emotions he has only previously seen on victims. Marks of his work, that were close to death and knew it. You are no where close to death. Especially if he can help it and has any say on it. He tries to explain to you that you are safe, but ultimately he will let it pass him by as he waits for you to return back to normal and understand what is happening. He would give you space if it was ever demanded by you. Secretly hoping, that it will help making you understand.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He is rather cold and clinical in his approach to his darling. Every motion of his is rather mechanical, as if he keeps a tight control over the way he moves. The words, he speaks seem sometimes empty to you, as if he, just like his expressions, practised them countless time in a mirror. It is frightening, how many of his actions seem to be following a script only he can see. All the while, he doesn´t let a lot of his genuine emotions be seen through.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
His inability to work through his emotions can give you a lot of freedom, as he can´t quite tell what he is feeling and even less, what might be genuine on your side. Also, the fact that he knows that you weren´t raised like he was, under the same harsh circumstances, that he had to live trough, gives you another piece of peace. That he is aware of your differences from his can be mercilessly exploited by you, as he fears overstepping your limits. Though, with time this advantage will melt away, as he starts to slowly gauge where you are compared to him.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
He never intends to hurt you, but he will still inflict more pain, than he ever intended. He will damage you, while not being careful enough. His grip just a tad stronger, than he actually knows, and you just so much more fragile than he could ever expect. It will happen far too often in the beginning, when he is still trying to get used to you. When he is still completely unaware in the differences of strength and durability between the two of you. It will get easier, as he gets used to interacting with you, and slowly learns to actually not put too much pressure onto you. And once he has it, his control will never slip again. No matter how angry he will get, or how lost his mind becomes. He will never hurt you again. Never.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
While Illumi does like you quite a lot, and he can recognize the desire to stay by your side for as long as it is possible, it never becomes worship with him. It is something so much more intimate, than worship could ever be. He doesn´t put any kind of artificial borders around you. He doesn´t alienate you, with him putting on an unreachable pedestal. It wouldn´t do him any good, if he put more distance between the two of you, than there already is. He wants to be close to you, and so he makes sure, that he can actually be close to you.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
He snapped a long time ago. Long ago, before he ever even met you. Him loosing it, had absolutely nothing to do with you in particular, as it was simply that his control slipped. His fear of loosing something, that was already so precious to him, simply overwhelming him, as he takes you. Though, he will always take great care to never let his mask slip around you, to not scare you away even further. He will do, what he thinks to be necessary, for as long as he still feels like he has chance, to reach you in the end.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He knows, that there is something wrong with him. Something, that got broken before he ever realized what it was, in his childhood. He knows, that he is the anomaly here, and that most people are like you. He knows all of this, and he doesn´t want that for you. Illumi likes, that you are aware of your own feelings, that you will never cut yourself on the broken parts of yourself unlike him. He wants you whole, because he just likes you the way you are. Also it is nice to have someone for once to be careful with, whom edges can´t scare him any further.
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svefs · 1 year
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To everyone but you
TW!: Favouritism at it's finest, Cycle Iruma, Iruma this isn't you 😪😪😭😭, Wake up babe you're about to be pinned to a wall, mention of drugs,emo phase iruma, Iruma being possessive 😰😰😰😰 and ofc fem!reader
Summary:It was supposed to be like any other school morning in Babyls, but I guess Satan had other plans.
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It should've been a normal morning. Yup, this is 100% normal. Iruma is definitely not pinning you against the wall while his friends (Asmodeus and Clara) looked baffled at their friend's interaction with a stranger they've never met or talk to before. Definitely normal. I'm too high for this shit.
You've always admired Iruma from a distance, knowing that your chances at befriending him are slim cause of Alice Asmodeus and the fact the misfits moved to the Royal one. You were quite surprised to see Iruma, the most carefree demon you ever seen, in his evil cycle. Genuinely you were satisfied with admiring from afar but you started getting a feeling that someone keeps staring at you during at the cafeteria whenever you're sitting with your acquaintances l, or 'friends' as Iruma would say, while eating and chatting. You just dismiss this as 'just a feeling'.
"Good morning!" Shouted the student council as students landing at the front gates of Babyls. As you were about to walk to your usual group, you got startled by someone shouting.
"Wait! Iruma-sama!""Iruma-chi!" The two demons called.
Before you could even react to his name being called you were getting forcefully dragged by your collar. As you looked back you were surprised to see Iruma look a bit different? He didn't look like his usual carefree self but more sharper and dignified. At first you were questioning whether or not it was actually Iruma before concluding it was him.
"Iruma-sama why are you touching that lowly demon?"asked Asmodeus while Valac just nodded in the background.
"Excuse you?" you said back with a deadpanned look at the pink haired demon.
"You're excused," he replied back nonchalantly while you gasped dramatically.
"Don't you dare insult her Alice" said Iruma startling both Valac and Asmodeus. Uneasy due to the fact Iruma called did not call him by his nickname he froze in his spot. 'Am I going to be replaced by some lowly vermin?' was written all over his face while Valac just poked his sides.
"Leave at once, I have some unfinished business with Y/N here," he says as if he wanted to punish you or something. I mean I'm not complaining but still.
"Iruma-sama please allow me to get rid of the vermin for you," Asmodeus now with sparkling eyes said. What a change of demeanor I'm about to get dementia. At this point Iruma-kun looked like he was fed up with his friends' stubbornness and just made up an excuse while promising them he'll catch up later in class.
He sighs deeply before muttering "Now for you...," as you gulped."I've noticed you've been staring at me every now and then, mind explaining?"he said teasingly as the slams both his hands beside your face. I'm in paradise. Blushing madly at this sudden action you stuttered. If someone saw your face right now they would say you look like a tomato with drugs in it.
You laughed nervously while trying to look at everything but his eyes. Good lord have fucking mercy on this bitch. "What could you possibly mean?"you said sweating bullets as if you're experiencing drug withdrawal symptoms.
"Don't lie to me, I've seen you admiring me from afar," He continued "Did you know I feel the same was about you too darling?"
'Oh my, oh me oh my,' you thought as you blushed even harder than a tomato with drugs in it at his nickname for you. Thank the demon king I still exist you prayed as you fainted.
"Wait, Y/N-----!,"
That was the last thing you heard before waking up in the nurse's office with a bleeding nose 👍.
Note:
I can't write for ffs this is so bad
for @sleptrn and ofc my dear @fatfuckingcatstuff
Part 2
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cafeinthemoon · 6 months
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Ruins - Part XVIII
Chapter 18/?
Wordcount 2,3k
Title Part XVIII
Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok
Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17
Symbols ⭕ . ➕. 💛
Warnings: none
Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)
N. A.: So... its been a while lol First, let me tell you that this time I've spent without posting on social media was important, because I was really tired. I was stressed from work, I started college and was worried about all of this, so I barely had the time or the energy to sit in front of the notebook and write something, or even edit my drafts. I was feeling saturated from it, and sensed that if I continued to do it, the results, that is, the next chapters of my ffs, would be trash. I hope you understand this time.
This chapter is like a transition, and that's why it's short compared to others. The next one we will finally have the process of marriage and the rest, which I've been wanting to work on for too long! Now I'm really excited for that! So have this brief update and I see you in the next one :)
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You didn’t wait until they approached your spot, neither you said anything to express your surprise: once you laid your eyes on them, you let go of Hades’ hand and, without waiting to see if he was going to follow you, you started running toward the group. There was no mistake: there you had your parents, your sisters and your niece, all of them marveled by the vision of the Gardens and cheered up by the fact that you were the first person they met once they crossed the Gates.
Your happiness deepened when you reached them at last: they were all well dressed and had refreshed expressions, indicating that, as much as your own travel to those lands, theirs was far from tiring despite the distance between Valhalla and Midgard.
As a little child who were left in a neighbor’s house for an entire day, once you saw your mother, you passed straight by a surprised Hermes and threw yourself in her arms. All the thoughts, anxieties and expectations you carried that morning came back at once, and you just started to cry.
– Mom – you mumbled – Is that really you, mom?
Though she responded to your gesture with equal emotion, even she was surprised with all those tears.
– My baby! – she laughed – You’ve missed us this much?
– You have no idea – you whispered back, now looking into her eyes.
Your father, who was watching everything with diversion, approached you two, and you opened your arms to hug him too.
– Y/n-chan, is it just me or are you a bit taller since the last time we’ve saw you? – he joked, putting his hand upon your head – What have they been feeding you?
You laughed until you were breathless: not only you’ve long passed the period of growth, but you were also the shortest among your sisters for most of your lives, and that has been a matter of interest for your father since you were, in fact, little. You used to get angry with this in the beginning, but later you’ve learned to send the provocation back to him, just like you did that time.
– Well, maybe you’ve became shorter, dad. It’s just a matter of perspective!
Everyone laughed, and you finally turned to your sisters.
Luna, who, just like you, shared physical resemblance with your mother, was dressed in blue and had her hair tied in a single, long braid; Helena, who was more like your father, had a pair of big eyes glowing with all the things she was seeing, and a curly hair left untied, spreading around her shoulders, where she had a rosy shawl to protect her against the evening’s breeze. Though she was way younger than you, she has passed you in height, and everything indicated that she would keep growing.
Luna was the one holding Ellie, your niece, and the baby let out a sequence of little screams when you arrived, eager to get your attention. She started laughing when you took her in your arms and the girls came to hug you.
– How are you doing, girls? – you asked between the hugs – You’ve never looked so beautiful!
– The same could be said about you – it was Helena’s calm response.
You laughed.
– They have really good cosmetics around here!
– I’m willing to try them, then! – Luna commented, enthusiastic.
Still holding the baby, you finally turned to Hermes.
– Thank you so much for bringing them here, Hermes-sama. It’s the best gift you’ve ever gave to me.
The gods’ messenger, always in his composed manners, nodded.
– I was just doing my job, y/n-san.
Ellie was the first to see when Hades approached, pointing at him with a curious expression. You turned and immediately felt the heat coming up to your cheeks: you’ve got so excited when you saw your relatives that you just left him behind, and only then you realized that this wasn’t the most appropriate thing to do, for despite being his bride and having built a strong, intimate bond with him, you were still human and he was a god, and that could be seen as offensive for anyone who would hear of this.
With this in mind, you stepped ahead and were going to apologize for your behavior, but you had no chance, for you were no longer the focus of the group: while Luna and Helena stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear, your parents, immediately understanding they had another divine being before them, bowed their heads in respect.
You soon took the responsibility of doing the presentations.
– So… This is Hades-sama, from Greece – you spoke in a low, shy manner – He’s the King of the Underworld and, as Hermes-sama might have informed you, my future husband.
Hades, now by your side, smiled with sympathy.
– It’s a beautiful family you have, y/n – and, approaching your parents and putting one hand on each one’s shoulders, – You are the family of my future wife. You bow to no one.
Their faces brightened up at those words, said in a soft, comforting tone, and you felt a sort of pride with the scene: if there was any chance of your family not accepting your relationship or not trusting him – after all, that marriage meant taking you away from them and to Hellheim – it disappeared the moment they were treated with genuine respect. You mother, in particular, was satisfied with what she was seeing, which you noticed in the clear message you’ve caught in her eyes: being the responsible for three girls who would soon start their own lives out of her guardianship, it was only natural that the kind of people with whom they’d chose to live was among her biggest worries, and, whatever she was expecting in this sense, to see one of her girls becoming a god’s wife was beyond her imagination; but, if you were happy with this, she wouldn’t ask for more.
Hades greeted your sisters with manners that reminded you of the old gentlemen you used to see in important events at your city, nodding and making brief comments about their beauty. You and the girls always made fun of this, because the old – and, many times, uninteresting – men were the only ones who would behave like this, but having that polite, handsome man making use of those manners without the affectation typical of those other ones convinced them of the honesty of his words, and that left them ecstatic.
Finally, he turned to you and to your niece, who has been observing him with attentive eyes since he arrived and had no problems in being picked up by him, laughing and stretching her little arms to the stranger who received those gestures with diversion.
– And this is my niece, Ellie – you introduced the baby while passing her to his hands; and, with a playful smile, – I guess she likes you!
– Me or my earring? – he asked in return, laughing as he tried to keep the girl’s hand away from his ear; and, to her, – Your curiosity surpasses my expectations, little one!
Though Ellie clearly didn’t understand what curiosity or expectations meant, she seemed to enjoy being held by Hades more than by yourself, because, after playing with her for a moment, she refused to return to you when you tried to pick her back, provoking everyone’s laughter.
And, as expected, your mother was the first to verbalize her opinion on this.
– You have a way with small children, my Lord! That’s surprising, to say the least!
Hades turned to her with a sort of prideful, nostalgic smile.
– I am the eldest of four brothers – he let Ellie hold his index finger – I still remember when each of them were just like Ellie-chan.
Hermes, who was observing everything in silence, was the first to reply that time.
– Let’s pray that this conversation never reaches Poseidon-sama’s ears, uncle.
– I agree with you, Hermes-sama – you, the only human there who met Poseidon, completed with a clever smile.
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Hermes led your family to rooms on the wing of the apprentices on the human lodge, so that you would stay close to them for the entire period of their stay. It was established that, while your parents would have one room for themselves, your sisters and the baby would stay in a contiguous one, both located on the floor under your own room; to access them, you’d only need to walk down the stairs and cross a corridor for a few meters.
Just like the apprentices, they were all allowed to visit the Gardens and take their meals at the common room, and they enjoyed each opportunity in that sense. Well, actually, your parents decided to turn their stay at the blessed lands into a second honeymoon, something that was first pointed out by Helena and confirmed by you and Luna when you saw them walking with their hands entwined in the Gardens in the next morning of their arrival; your sisters, on their turn, had no difficulties in making friends with the other girls, particularly with Heracles’ disciples, so that later he came to express his contentment in knowing this, stating that you were lucky to have such excellent siblings.
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Those days spent in the company of your beloved ones were the happiest since your arrival at the divine lands: having your relatives and the man you loved in the same place, and seeing them getting along, was more than your could ask for, even when you knew it wouldn’t last forever.
About this, you already have established your opinion, which was discussed later.
You were taking care of your flowers at the Green House. Your garden, by the way, was growing larger, and that only added to your contentment.
That afternoon, you were upon a small staircase, watering the flowers above your table, when you heard the door opening; you recognized the visitor’s steps and smiled.
– You’re late – you warned him as you walked down the stairs and put the watering can on the floor, beside the table, then crossed your arms to pretend irritation – We were supposed to to take a walk at the Gardens… but this was half an hour ago.
Hades, who was in fact the visitor, walked around the table and stopped by your side, surrounding you with his arms.
– Will you forgive me for this small crime, little one, if I reveal my reasons to you?
You shrugged.
– You can try.
As you imagined, he was with your parents.
– We’ve spent a wonderful time together – he explained – During which interesting conversations happened.
Your face heated up with that.
– Well, if these conversations didn’t include my parents narrating embarrassing episodes of my childhood that I intended to keep out of your knowledge, it’s okay for me.
This caused laughter from your partner, who replied that he then preferred to stay silent about the topics of the said conversations.
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You had your arms leaning on the wood guardrail as your eyes followed the stream passing under the bridge. The murmur of the water, as sweet as the first time you heard it, was now like the music from a dream, from a memory you’ve long lost and then happily retrieved: yes, you were revisiting the places of the garden where you met for the second time, and now you were in the middle of that bridge where you had your first conversation about your dreams. Those events happened months ago, but to you it hasn’t been more than a few days, and the emotions you’ve experienced that day were vivid inside you.
Apparently, Hades had similar feelings towards it, and he showed it to you: you felt his fingers brushing your hair, then his hands bringing you closer, for a hug.
– Your mood seems lighter now that you have your family here, my y/n – he kissed the top of your head – The time you’ve spent with Heracles was really worth it.
– Indeed, it was – you murmured, passing your arms around his waist – Honestly, I feel even better now that they’re here. If I was scared by all the reasons I’ve told you before, now I know that it was silly of me to be afraid. There’s only room for happiness in my heart these days. Heracles-sama taught me to value the time I have with them instead of concentrating in the future days, in a time when they won’t be with me. And this is what I’m trying to do right now.
– A wise choice – Hades commented – And, judging by what I’ve learned from your parents, they must have the same view on this question. Have you already talked to them about it?
You sighed and moved away from his hug.
– Not yet. I know I have to do this, and they’re probably waiting for something of this type, but I’m still nervous about taking the first step.
– Well, if this helps, you can try to find a chance to bring out the subject during an informal moment. You know, sitting around a table and discuss things like a meeting between monarchs is quite stressful.
You turned to him with a frown.
– This is something stressful for you? – and, with a giggle, – You never told me that!
His lips stretched in a smirk in response.
– There are a few things I still haven’t told you, my girl. For example… – you felt his hand surrounding your waist and bring you back to him – I was sent straight to our future when I saw you holding your niece in your arms. You created such a beautiful scene together.
Your cheeks heated up.
– Our future? Are you talking about…? – you gasped – Hades, we will have a long time to think about this, don’t you think?
The god approached his lips from your ear, as if his next words shouldn’t be heard by anyone but you.
– I do. But there’s nothing wrong in speaking about this right now.
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httpjeonlicious · 9 months
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✨ 💖 my favorite jungkook ffs 💖 ✨
—> the ones i’m recommending are definitely worth reading!! I’ve read these more than TWICE and i’m still obsessed 😌 --> ALL OF THESE FICS ARE 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT --> show love and appreciation to the authors
—> if y’all have any recs lmk 😭
-_- i have to much free time -_- ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── [key] ✿ - fluff ✮ - smut ⚡︎ - angst
1999 | jjk (m) by tattookoo ✿ ✮ ⚡︎ (childhood neighbors to friends to lovers)
summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation.
2002 | jjk (m) by tattookoo ✿ ✮ ⚡︎ (est relationship au)
summary: the year was 2002. kelly clarkson won the first season of american idol, mtv had everybody glued to their tvs, von dutch was the brand, people were total losers if they didn’t quote shrek or harry potter and you broke the distance with your pro athlete boyfriend, jungkook.
related drabbles -> may 18 | tiny
my note:
i highly recommend reading 1999 (and the related drabbles) this story is in my top 10. i've probably read the story like 4 times now... (im not even joking). both jk and y/n have a special place in my heart. i absolutely adore all the characters in the story. its so well written *chefs kiss* i truly hope you enjoy it like i did ♡ YALL I CANNOT FIND THIS FIC ANYMORE. IF U KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE LMK 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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next couple of recommendations are mostly gonna be from @thvhoe because i love all her stories so much. all these stories are amazing, creative, stunning, all of the above.... they literally are the definition of chefs kiss 🤌🏻 bon appetit b1tch3s ♡♡♡ :) send her love and kisses &lt;;/3
Fight Or Flight|jjk (m) ✿ ✮ by thvhoe (best friends brother)
summary: You want to disappear and sink into the ground—we're talking code red. As a result of the horrible events of accidentally sending your nudes to your best friend's brother, your life appears to change drastically. Beautiful, arrogant, and quickly developing into a star fighter—many factors should prevent you from falling for Jeon Jungkook. For years, you've kept your feelings for him a secret. Yet, ever since he has seen you in your underwear, it can become difficult to conceal your emotions when you see him practically daily.
Our Not So Secret Secret|jjk (m) ✿ ✮ by thvhoe (college AU)
summary: When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close. (i re-read this story at least twice a month this is literally amazing. highly recommend this one!!!!!)
IN THE SEOM MASTERPOST|jjk (m) ✿ ✮ ⚡︎ by thvhoe (college AU)
summary: Always the friend, never the girlfriend. Jeon Jungkook doesn't date. At least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. Meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. However, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits. The annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with Jungkook. But what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from Busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?
MUSCLE PIG|jjk (m) ✮ by thvhoe
summary: Your winter blues lead you to join a gym, where you encounter a person you'd prefer to avoid. However, because the odds are never in your favor, you wind up running into him. Eventually, one thing leads to another, and...
THE LAW OF ATTRACTION MINI SERIES| jjk (m) ✿ ✮ ⚡︎ by thvhoe (Lawyer Millionaire Jungkook x Student apprentice Reader)
summary: Being the most prominent attorney in South Korea, Jeon Jungkook enjoys the fame, wealth, and marriage that go along with it. Although Jungkook realizes that he may have taken life too quickly and needs to slow down a bit, he finds solace in the daughter of his Boss.
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
Don't Blame Me|jjk (m) ✿ ✮ ⚡︎ by thvhoe (Neighbours to lovers AU)
summary: Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?
SPICY 'N SWEET MASTERPOST|jjk (m) ✿ ✮ ⚡︎ by thvhoe (Boxer Jungkook x shy ballerina Reader)
my note: im currently reading this mini series and let me tell u, this is so good. idk if its bc its boxer jk x ballerina y/n BUT ITS SOO GOOD. this is currently an ongoing series but its definitely worth the wait
summary: Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.
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kiesjournalfrommen · 1 year
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LESㅡchildishgambino'
Banda Sunato x Fem reader
¹Warnings: Little bit of smegsy time👾, swearing, tiny degradation, a bit angst, banda himself, violent sociopathic behavior, kinky banda? manipulator
☆ enjoy
Summary: Banda met you in the real world. In Borderland you meet him again during a game involving honest and have a little "chitㅡchat."
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The amount of walking beyond the walls of borderland was outrageous. Most people could have dropped dead literally or just kept on going and adjusting to this normal life within Borderland. While remembering the past life before.
Before arriving into this game your life was such a disaster,
young and married to a man who's life interested too much into stocks, he practically fell in love with money right before you.
24 hour's before you're wedding you had all the time during the prior months to plan out the guest list, but a certiant name that appeared caused you to lift a brow.
You're husband standing at your side from behind, leans to look at the list of guest. Husband chuckling behind you as he walked away, hands in his pocket reminiscing of him and the person you became puzzled on.
"Banda Sunato." You whispered to yourself, his name came out so smoothly from your voice,
Your husband has never mentioned that name before, ever.
it was as if you knew of the person so well to speak casually about them in any kind of environment. How devastating it was during the reception party.
Friends gathered to watch the first newlyweds have a dance but a certiant someone popped up that caught your eye quickly.
He had black dark hair, grayish black eyes and a curious smug. He wore black trousers a white blouse, tie half down and black blazer. You still held a smile as your face became confused, the room was crowded but even a ghost can tell when something appears so quickly...
Returning your attention back to your husband who wonders why your face is contorted and concerned.
It's like you had been possessed and captivated by something out in the crowd.
If you weren't getting married. Boy, would you be quick to talk to this person.
The dance was finally over as everyone had applauded you and your love, holding hand in hand as you waltzed away hurrying to sit down and comfort your feet from the heels you wore.
Over time the more you lived with your fresh husband, the more he became tied into his work. So much so that he would deposit money to an anonymous women. The marriage ended right after you found that out.
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Walking in a quiet and rainy night, you turned a corner too see a man with his back facing you. Hands in his pocket, leaning back you could hear the slightest groaning from the stranger but didn't bother to ask.
Low and Behold he turned around rather quickly to reveal himself as that mesmerizing man from your wedding which was about 3 months ago 💀
He saw your shocked expression, mentally taking notes of how your face contorted. It's like their was a camera following you and taking pictures. So you had to keep that smile on your face as he just stared at you, a bit freaked out you planned on leaving until he began walking up to you, at a safe distance he stopped. You got a full look at him, he had beauty moles and a very sculptured face, his Adam's apple visible and his attraction was VERY VERY high.
He was tall, slim and held an umbrella and watched you; anticipating what you might say despite not wanting to say anything.
"Uh.. You must be Banda, am I correct?" He's taken a back but smiles at you and nods.
"Yes I am. You must be that guy's wife. Right?" He pauses letting out a shaky breath as he stares you directly in the eyes. You just nod at him and decide that you just might not end your night getting drunk but instead talking with this man. He confessed that he was infact going to talk to you're ex husband soon.
"Do you mind me walking with you?" His voice was calm as he let out a breathy laugh not taking his eyes off you.
You politely accept his offer as you both walk side by side.
For some strange reasons you felt very calm and comfortable being at his side,
forgetting he was a stranger and saw him more as a person.
You've never felt like that in a very long time.
"I have never met someone like you before, you seem really relaxed and all Sunato." He just looks down at you and agrees before beckoning and leaving, your heart flutterd as you both conversed he was more than a mystery present to you and you just wanted to see what was inside that brain of his.
He walked you to your house and held the door open for you,
swiftly turning around to face him again as you smiled softly and thanked him
but before you closed the door you felt a bit sad that you would not be speaking to him from that day onwards.
"Banda. If I'm not able to see you again can you come to my medical university, I study their on my free time since you know the accident that happened.." you say looking down as he just smiles at you. "What is the adress?" It's right near that popular university since I'm a med student." You tell him he just nods "Well than L/N Y/N, I hope to see you in the featured sometime. Nice meeting you." He says before walking off into the rainy night.
It would be a lie to say you forgot about him, every day working in the lab refrigerating soon to be used vaccinations, you couldn't stop thinking about him. Banda would be on your mind all the time from the day forward.
You haven't seen Banda ever since that day you met him at a bus stop and when he walked you home.
Remembering his kind eyes and kind smiles. Only to see him again on the News in Japan for taking someone's life.. It was reported in Shibuya district before hearing the sound of a firework and looking up.. Waking up in the borderlands with no recollection of your surroundings or where anyone in the world was. Meeting a group of three boys who coincidentally also took note of the missing people before meeting you in the infamous walk stops. You took a separate way from the gentleman as you couched to find him again. Defeating games and difficulty cards before finding the beach, playing the game and leaving as you watched it burn.
The King of Spades is where you ended up, back in Shibuya, an old Shibuya district cross walk that was now abandoned followed by vines and grass patches.
You made your way to the next game, a table filled with collars.
You placed the collar on your neck looking forward as you entered the prison.
Feelings of tension, anxiety and the fear of death linger in the ear.
The more you tried to compress and seal away how you actually felt made it harder to connect to these people.
The more people had came in the more feelings arose.
All of the people in the room had some kind of stories, probably it being their first game at all.
You looked around the room and spotted a familiar man. "Chisiyua?" You whispered as you walked up th him.
He recognized you from the University and the beach as he spotted you so easily in the crowd of people partying. You were the only smart one who was powerful enough to put people in their place just like you did before coming to the borderlands. He acknowledged your presence as he side eyed you and raised a brow, you kept talking slight the body language. "Seems like we are in a bit of a pickle. I guess this game is a trust game, these collars do seem like those explosive ones from the tag game." You say bringing a finger to your lip as you intrigued him with your observations. He just quietly listened as he observed the people he would be with until they die.
Your very first time working with a dead body ever was on one of Bandas victims, a female who had trauma related injuries suffering with drugs in her system and heavy bleeding with stab wounds on her abdomen and one huge slice on her throat. It was traumatizing to know that the man you wondered about every day had done this to a girl. He killed a girl.
Hw could have killed you, these thoughts brought you back to reality as Chisiyua snapped you back.
"Please don't die Y/N." Chishiya looked at you with deep concerned as he vented his worries for you.
You just looked at him and simply nodded at him, assuring him nothing would happen to you.
As you let out a breath you turn around to see someone approaching from the stairwell.
His gray eyes stare around the room before landing on you, you're eyes widen as you feel your heart began to beat faster. Eyes fluttering as you stare at the man across from you.
The board does confirm your thoughts, he came back.
Banda appeared alive, well and maybe delusional but well. God you missed him so much, relived he was alive you rushed over to him.
He looks down at you as your at his side once again, a smug looks with shock setting his face as you carefully take details of his face.
You felt happy at him but that happy smile on your face soon turned sour as he began speaking. "What do you want?" He asks bluntly. Taking you a back.
Did he not remember you?
Was he mad at you?
You couldn't understand why he was acting this way. "Do you remember me.." You said hoping he did in fact remember you. "If this is your way of suddenly befriended someone or trying to get me to be your partner, I'm declining." He says with an annoyed tone. Staring you down to your core. It made you shiver, you felt confused as you walked away. He continued staring at you for a bit until you fully left his vision.
The first round had passed as a man in a suit told you your card. You made your way to the cafeteria and picked up a kind of fruit jelly before sitting down on the metal table and eating.
The insanity of being in here made you feel so overwhelmed, you hadn't done much but observe people and it was eating you alive. You wanted to leave this game and go back home, home to the real Banda not some maniac who was distant and uninterested in you.
You felt yourself tear up, your eyes becoming blurry and watery as you stared at the jelly. Remembering your life and your husband, the climax being Banda Sunato and his active stunt that happened previously.
Suddenly, a hand grasped your forearm and yanked you up, the place in the Cafeteria that you where sitting in was very dim and no one was down their except you. The figure gripped your arm before bringing their slim but large hand to your mouth, making you breath heavily out of your nose.
"Do not make a sound." Banda spoke in a hushed voice to your ear, it sounded more like a threat than an apology or demand.
He removed his hand from your mouth as you shakily let out a sigh, he did bring his hand to your waist and sat it their.
"What are you d-doing here..?" You said intimidated by him. Even though he was a serial killer, he was still a man who cared for you other than your husband who only rubbed your back and complimented you. Your wedding was the last time he ever kissed you.
He let out a sigh as he laughed turning you around to face him, your chest pressed up against his toned abs and stomach... and his hard member 😧
He let you stand their for awhile in that place making you comfortable in his warmth before finally telling you everything. Everything he wanted to say to you for the first time he met you at the wedding, he felt sorry for you because you where married to a monster.
"I still remember meeting you first the first time and you changed me completely. When I found out my best friend was getting married I pitted you. In fact I was so angry at him for marrying such an innocent kind and nice girl, and I wondered what that weight of knowing who hed spend his life with could have been, but then I met you at that bus stop during the night i was going to kill him and myself I met you. I went to sleep and I thought of you. You're the reason I stay up at night.." Whispering the last part to himself as you become flusterd by his words.
Choking on what to say you just stare at him a lip trembling.
He stares somberat you then smiles, "You're so fucking beautiful.." He whispered and leans down to you.
"I just hate how much you deal with his bull shit and decide if today will be the day you leave him. But you stay with his fucked up self.. it huts so much to see you like that. It intrigues me yet, I know very well that you want me too. Y/N please tell me you want me as much as I do. See, I think I'm in love with you."
He pauses before recoiling and processing what he had just said before letting in a breath and speaking.
"Can I kiss you?"
In the moment you would have instantly been upset with him, angry at him for coming back to you all this time later. Saying nothing but sweet compliments while pitying you. You just hated how he never showed up to your University, you where planning to confess your feelings.
But here you are,
making out with him, you feel his hands roam up your shirt and touch you all over. He felt your boobs and played with them for a bit making you moan and feel hot as his touches become hotter and more hungry, he was aching to touch you. Every single part of you. "You're just so pretty.." He says before cupping his hands around your cheeks and engulfing you in a kiss, you kiss him back with more passion bringing your arms around his neck as he arches your back and pulls you into a cell.
His lips trace down your neck passing the collar as he kisses softly on you, making you whimper by his teasing as he goes slow. "I want this to be memorable for you." He says in a quiet yet calm voice. He bites down on the flesh of your boobs and whimpers making you a bit shocked but you don't dare say anything about it.
You couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp as he sucked on your sensitive skin. His lips grazing on to your collar bone.
His tounge sliding on the soft skin of your collar bone before humming into it making your legs twitch. You were so so vulnerable, submissive and sensitive infront of him he wanted to just get over with it and pull you down onto his cock. That came to a halt as you heard the voice of a robotic lady. Announcing that the game will began and all players must return to the main hall.
You looked up at him surprised as he backs away from you smirking at the hickies he had left and your swollen kissed lips. Along with your lewd unbuttoned shirt. Glancing shamelessly at your bra and boobs that have warm wet marks of his kisses. You quickly button your shirt back up and compose yourself as you see Chisiyua, he raises a brow at you as Banda follows from behind you.
Banda leans down and catches your attention. "I'm not finished yet. You little bitch." He says letting his lips graze on your earlobe and the shell of your ear before blowing some hot air. Goosebumps of sensation make way around your body as he places himself directly behind you and fumbles with the back of your shirt, letting his finger digits play with your spine and back, bring his hands to duck into your pants and panties waist line playing with your hip. You let in a sharp breath, feeling your legs become a bit wobbly you hold onto his arm for support before anxiously looking around the room making sure no one is watching. Until making eye contact with Chisiyua who stares amused at you, brow raised and dissatisfaction and visible uncomfortable stare realizing that something is going on between you and that Banda guy.
"Hey, once we get these collars straight do you want to fuck?" He says with a straight face but you are still staring ahead at the board explaning the rules yet nod.
(I spelled C name wrong like 4 times)
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