0omillo0 · 1 day ago
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Hyunjin x reader
comfort ♡ the reader is exhausted but keeps telling hyunjin that she is fine, untile she faints.
warnings: nothing, hyunjin being a drama queen
for @hannamoon143
You were running on fumes. Lately, it felt like the world was spinning a little too fast, the weight of everything pressing down hard. But you kept it hidden, pasting on a smile and giving Hyunjin a reassuring nod whenever he asked if you were okay. He could be a little too intuitive sometimes, and you didn’t want him to worry about you. After all, he had his own busy schedule, his own pressures.
Tonight, though, you felt especially drained. It was as if the air around you was too thick to breathe, and no matter how hard you tried, the tightness in your chest wouldn’t let up.
Hyunjin appeared in the doorway, tilting his head as he watched you with that curious, concerned look he’d been wearing so often lately. “Are you… sure you’re okay, Y/N?” His voice was soft, but you could hear the edge of worry underneath.
“Of course,” you said quickly, flashing him a smile you hoped looked convincing. “I’m just… tired. It’s been a long day.”
He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “You’ve said that every day this week.”
“I know. I just… I’ll be fine,” you said, waving a hand as if to brush it all away. But the wave of dizziness that hit you just then made you grip the edge of the table for balance.
Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?” He took a step closer. “Because I know when you’re not telling me something. What’s going on?”
You let out a shaky breath, giving a small, helpless shrug. “I just… I don’t want you to worry.”
His gaze softened, but his tone was firm. “Too late for that, babe. I’m already worried.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but the world around you started to blur, the edges of your vision going dark. Before you could stop it, everything went black.
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on the couch, with Hyunjin’s face hovering above you, wide-eyed with panic.
“Oh my God, you’re awake! Are you okay? Are you breathing? Do I need to call an ambulance?” he exclaimed, his voice high with worry as he waved his hands dramatically.
“Hyunjin…” you murmured, struggling to sit up, but he immediately held you down.
“No, stay down! You fainted! Like, actually fainted!” His voice was a mix of alarm and pure distress. “Do you know how terrifying that was? One second you were standing, and the next, you were just… gone!” He clutched his chest, taking in a deep breath as if he’d barely survived the ordeal.
You managed a weak smile. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Scare me?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think fainting right in front of me doesn’t scare me? You could’ve hit your head! Or… or… worse!” His eyes widened even further. “Do you want some water? Or a blanket? Or an entire medical team?!”
“Hyunjin,” you laughed softly, though you could feel your heart racing a bit from the embarrassment. “I just… I think I just pushed myself a little too hard.”
“A little?” he echoed, sounding incredulous. “Babe, this isn’t just ‘a little too hard.’” His voice softened, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as he held it tightly. “You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t want you to worry about me,” you admitted, looking down. “You’re already so busy, and I thought I could handle it.”
He let out a frustrated sigh, lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. “Listen, I don’t care how busy I am. If you need me, I’m here. Always.”
You looked away, feeling the emotions rising up, but he cupped your face, pulling your gaze back to him. “Hey,” he said gently. “I mean it. You’re my person, okay? You don’t have to do this alone. I wish you’d tell me what’s going on. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”
You bit your lip, finally letting the tears slip down your cheeks. “I just… I feel like I’m failing, Hyunjin. I’m exhausted all the time, and it feels like I’m always one step behind. No matter how much I do, it’s never enough.”
He listened, his expression softening as he leaned closer, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “Oh, Y/N… why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?” His voice was a gentle whisper. “You’re not failing. You’re doing so much, and you’re amazing at everything you do. Don’t let yourself forget that.”
You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping despite your tears. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”
He shook his head emphatically. “No, I’m saying that because it’s true! I see you work so hard, and I see how much you care about everything you do. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“I just feel like it’s not enough. Like… if I don’t keep pushing myself, I’ll fall behind,” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he rested his chin on your head. “Then lean on me. You don’t have to do everything on your own. Just… let me be here for you.”
You stayed like that for a while, Hyunjin holding you as the weight of your worries seemed to melt away. His hand stroked gently down your back, and he hummed a quiet tune, one you recognized from his playlist.
After a moment, he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, new plan: tonight, you’re doing absolutely nothing. I’ll take care of everything, and you’re going to relax.”
“But—”
“Nope. No ‘buts.’” He raised a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet. “Doctor’s orders,” he said, puffing out his chest and winking.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics, even as he threw a dramatic hand to his forehead. “In fact, I’m not sure I can leave you alone. What if you faint again? I’d never recover!”
You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Fine. I’ll rest… if it’ll make you feel better.”
He nodded, looking relieved. “Good. But I’m not leaving you alone tonight. You’re stuck with me.” He gave you a playful nudge and then got up, grabbing his phone. “Let’s see… I’m thinking snacks, movies, and maybe an emergency blanket fort. You’ll thank me later.”
With a sigh, you gave in, feeling lighter already. As he bustled around, grabbing pillows and snacks, you watched him, your heart swelling with gratitude. He might be a bit of a drama queen, but he cared for you in ways that made every worry seem smaller.
Hyunjin returned, arms full of snacks, a mischievous smile on his face. “Now, the real question is: cheesy romance movie or hilarious rom-com?”
You laughed, feeling a genuine smile spread across your face. “You pick.”
He settled beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Rom-com it is. And hey, if you start feeling overwhelmed again… you come to me, alright?”
You nodded, leaning into his side as the movie began. “Thank you, Hyunjin. For everything.”
He squeezed your hand, resting his head against yours. “Always, Y/N. I’ll always be here.”
In that moment, you felt lighter than you had in weeks, wrapped in the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence and knowing that, no matter what, he was by your side. And as the night wore on, filled with his laughter and comforting touch, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to face the world alone.
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moopiter · 2 days ago
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What Do You Get the Man Who Has Everything?
Homelander hates his birthday, fake pleasantries and gifts, but he loves his secret significant other. Homelander X GN Reader, 1.4K little drabble.
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Cheers and applause ring out from the TV.
It’s Homelander’s birthday.
Even if it’s a day Vought handpicked for ultimate viewership, at the very least it’s still his day.
You’d watched the celebration cross-legged in front of the TV, taking in every detail of his expression. It was dark now, of course. Normally he would’ve snuck off to your apartment by now, but these were peak viewership hours. Your heart clenched, trying to will some semblance of happiness into him across the city, wishing you could tell him he wasn’t alone.
He knew you were watching. His little secret he kept hidden away, tucked inside an unsuspecting apartment in Manhattan.
He’d smile, wave, and say his little lines like the good poster boy he was. Well, until he could sneak away to his little slice of heaven and get away from it all.
You tied off the last bit of yarn in your nimble fingers. It was plush and soft.
The little stuffed eagle you’d been pouring your heart into momentarily blocked your line of sight of the TV as you held its delicate body in front of your eyes.
What do you get the man who has everything at his fingertips, and nothing at the same time?
Do you get him something one of his assistants could bring him in a second? Soap or cologne he’d only pretend to like? Another nonsensical book he wouldn’t really read? There wasn't any good options, nothing truly heartfelt. 
It took weeks to crochet, and learning how to do it was no easy feat.
“Thank you again, everyone, for the birthday wishes! But I want all of you to remember—you're the real heroes!”
Your eyes glanced behind the plush creature you’d made to the TV.
His eyes were sad even though he smiled so brightly.
He hated today; he always did. But it was attention, and he’d take it, even if it only rubbed salt farther into his wounds.
Never knowing his real birthday, and never getting to have a genuine, sincere celebration made it hard to put on a fake one.
It was his first one since he’d taken a liking to you, and you’d fix that. Looking back on all the stupid televised celebrations they'd put on for him for years, it made you sick thinking about how truly alone he must've felt all those years before you'd met him.
You sighed as you grabbed the doll needle, threading it with ease. It slid past the soft yarn like nothing and hooked through the little black eyes you’d picked out. You worked gingerly, love in each stitch.
The little crochet eagle came to life in your hands.
His charismatic voice brought the show back to the forefront of your mind. “-Goodnight everyone!” He fake smiled and waved as he finally walked off stage, but it quickly turned into a scowl just before the camera panned back to center.
Yep. That guy was totally fired.
You hugged the little eagle close to your chest as you stood, smiling quietly to yourself.
It fit inside the little box you’d picked out snuggly.
You set the package on the little table in front of the couch, turning to fluff the pillows and blankets you’d set out to make the night as comfortable as possible.
The program behind you switched to Cameron Coleman. Homelander’s birthday special was officially over.
You absentmindedly turn off the TV off with a click.
It took a lot to keep your fluttering heart under control. Butterflies.
He’d be home soon; his real home.
This wasn’t somewhere he had to be someone else. It took a long time to get it through to him, but he didn’t put the fake smile on for you anymore. He came to you vulnerable, jealous, angry. It didn't matter if he was soaked in blood or soaked from the rain, you’d always understand.
The unmistakable ruffle of his cape caught your attention. You looked up just as his red boots graced the concrete balcony on the other side of the glass.
He was smiling, but those blue eyes of his were still sad.
You hurried over to the door, you’d fix that.
The dull throb in his chest eased as he smiled back at you earnestly.
You smiled brightly as you flung the door open, grabbing his hand and dragging him inside the little sanctuary you loved sharing with him. “Happy Birthday!”
The weight of the world left his shoulders as he crossed the threshold, letting you drag him along.
He always loved your forwardness about things.
You gave him understanding eyes as you led him over to the soft space you’d made for him. “How was it? Did you have fun today?”
“You know it’s not really for me.” He sighed as he gathered his cape to the side and sat down. It really wasn’t, none of it was.
You smiled, gently cupping his face for a moment to gaze into his eyes. “I know, I know.”  
The rest of the world would never see the suffering he hid so carefully. He’d shown his pain and loneliness to you alone, the only one who’d ever hold him like this. He loved attention, but the care and compassion you always showed him was beyond any of that. For you, he was a gentle giant, pliant in your hands.
Your heart fluttered in your chest as your fingertips left his jaw, moving to grab the little gift from the table to lighten things up a little. “But I am! Aaaaaand-” You held the modest box out happily. “So is this!”
He smiled genuinely. You’d even lined the box with cheap sheets of zinc. Good thinking.
“Why are you so nervous?” He chuckled as he took the fragile thing in his hands, setting it in his lap.
Of course he could tell; he could read people better than they could read themselves.
You sighed as you sat down beside him. “I just really hope you like it.”
He scoffed. “You don’t have to be nervous! I’ll love it. And the zinc—now that was a good touch. I haven’t gotten a surprise gift like this since... well, that wasn’t exactly a gift."
His thoughts would go anywhere but where either of you wanted them to.
“Stop thinking! Open it!” You gestured to the box with a laugh, glancing back and forth between his expression and the box excitedly.
Your heart beating faster in anticipation was music to his ears.
He’d play nice and give you what you wanted. Besides, he wanted to know why on earth you could possibly be so nervous about something so trivial.
He lifted the little cardboard lid, the little box slipping out from underneath it and landing back down in his lap ceremoniously.
A little pair of black eyes stared back up at him.
Your little heart was pattering away like a rabbit as you waited for his reaction.
He scrunched his brows and smirked, gently pulling the little guy from the box and holding it awkwardly, turning it in his hands. “Where’d you get this little guy?”
You shifted a bit, twiddling with your thumbs. “I made it for you.”
He paused for a moment, still holding it out in front of him.
“You—you made this?” He smiled, looking over the bundle of soft yarn and stuffing with a newfound appreciation as he looked over the loops of yarn.
You nodded happily.
His eyes weren’t so sad, but he still seemed wary. “You really made this just for me?”
You laughed as you nodded again. He always needed reassurance, but you were always ready to give. Your heart wasn’t hammering anymore, just beating sweetly as you looked at him with those caring eyes like always. “Just for you. Do you like it?”
He seemed so taken aback it was almost funny.
“Like it? I love it! I-I don’t even know what to say. This is… perfect.” He smiled as his eyes finally met yours. He’d never had a stuffed animal, let alone one so special. “Thank you.”
You smiled ear to ear as you practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “I’m so happy you love it so much!”
He laughed lightheartedly. “This is the best gift I think I’ve ever been given.”
You laughed sweetly, snuggling against him just a little tighter.
He leaned back, pulling you against him with one arm and holding the little stuffed eagle protectively in the other, matching your genuine smile as you both relaxed into the couch.
“I’ll cherish it forever. Just like you.”
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lovegalor333 · 24 hours ago
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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .
im here
summary: you’re having a bad day so you call paige to come over so you’re not alone
content warnings: talks of depression
Most of your days were good now. You could get up in the morning, make breakfast, go to classes, study, eat and shower without any problems. But every now and then your brain reminds you that it has a chemical imbalance and you feel paralysed. Today was one of those days. Everything felt like a task that you couldn’t bring yourself to complete and that’s why it was 3PM and you still hadn’t moved from your bed.
You had woken up this morning with a familiar sinking feeling in your stomach and you knew immediately that today was not going to be a good day. You had tried to get up and push through but you physically couldn’t, it was as if you were chained in place.
You’re thoughts were dark and overwhelming and you didn’t know how to handle them. You’re mind was telling you the most evil things and you believed it. You believed no one cared about you, you believed you were a burden, you believed you were better off dead. Even after years of battling with depression it was so hard for you to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Your friends knew that you struggled and they always said you could go to them when things got bad, talk them, you weren’t alone, but you hated admitting defeat, you hated putting your problems on them. It made you feel weak, like a baby but you needed someone right now, you needed to be held and told everything was going to be OK so you called the one person you knew would be here in a heartbeat.
No less than fifteen minutes after the phone call, there was a knock at your door and it took everything inside of you to peel yourself out of bed to answer it.
“Bad day?” Paige asks emphatically as you opened the door to her. It looked like she had just come from a workout, clad in her UConn gear, hair bundled into a low bun at the base of her neck.
“Something like that.” You mummble in response as she steps into your apartment.
“Did something happen?” She makes herself comfortable on your couch which wasn’t out of the ordinary, Paige was a regular visitor to your place and had been since you first met in your freshman year.
“Just my stupid brain. I can’t take it anymore, it’s never ending.” You huff, feeling your eyes prickle with tears, “It’s exhausting.” You add and the tears begin to spill out.
“Y/N, come here.” Paige beckoned, tapping the space beside her.
Your steps towards her are small and slow, it’s all you can manage, if you moved any faster you might just drop to the ground and never get up.
You sit beside Paige and her arm immediately wraps around you in a warm embrace, whenever she hugged you, you felt safe and today was no different. She held you for a few moments in silence just letting you cry into her shoulder.
“I hate seeing you cry. It doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’re going to be OK, Y/N. You’re the strongest girl I know and you’ll get through this. These feelings are just temporary.” She consoles softly and you look up at her and even through your teary gaze, her face is radiant and glowing and her eyes are soft and comforting as they look back at you.
“Thank you for coming.” You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, “I didn’t want to be alone.”
“I’m here and I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.” She tells you and her hand comes up to wipe a stray tear and it lingers on your cheekbone for longer than usual and your stomach flutters at the feeling.
Nothing had ever happened between you and Paige, you were just friends, really good friends and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.
Paige clears her throat as her hand drops to her lap, “How about a movie?” She suggests giving you a small smile, “I’ll even watch Harry Potter.” She says knowing that it’s your all time favourite film. She usually refuses to watch it, claiming she ‘hates’ it but you’re starting to think different.
“Really?” You ask taken aback at her suggestion.
“Yes, come on.” She stands up and holds out her hand for you to take and you hesitate a little because you never held hands but something felt different today and as you slip you hand into hers, she squeezed it slightly and your stomach flutters for the second time at your friends touch.
You get comfortable on your bed, gathering blankets and pillows while Paige flicks through Netflix in seach of the movie. You watch her intently from behind, her tall frame stood in front of you, toned legs slightly apart, her arms are crossed in front of her so her biceps are flexed perfectly and maybe it’s the low lighting of your room and the way it makes her skin look soft and smooth or maybe it’s your sadness induced state but you want to touch her, you want to feel your skin on hers.
“Paige…” You break the silence nervously considering your next words.
“Uh huh.” She responds turning her to look at you over her shoulder.
“Come here for a second.” You say shuffling yourself to the edge of the bed.
“What’s up?” She asks, coming over and sitting beside you, the bed sinking down under her weight.
You don’t actually know why you called her over and you couldn’t exactly say ‘I just wanted you close’, she’d think you were crazy so you wrap your arms around her in a tight hug and she doesn’t question it, she just hugs you back, her head falling into the crook of your neck. Her scent is sweet and vanilla-y and her arms are strong around your torso and your head begins to spin, “Kiss me.” You blurt out without thinking and you feel Paige tense around you.
“What?” She stutters, pulling away to look into your eyes.
You refuse to look at her, embarrassed at your desperation, “Um- nothing. Sorry, just put the movie on.” You say trying to move away from her but she still has her arms around you and she doesn’t let go.
“No, Y/N. Don’t apologise. I’m just- I don’t know, shocked.” She admits and you could be sick there and then, you’ve ruined everything with someone who cared about you deeply.
“I don’t know why I said that. Ignore me.” You mutter, eyes focused on your lap.
“Please look at me.” Paige urged, bringing one of her hands to lift your face.
Her blue eyes were beautiful and you felt stupid as you looked into them, someone like Paige wouldn’t dream of kissing you.
“I never imagined this was how it would go.” Paige utters, both hands now on your face, holding you delicately.
“What?” You ask stunned.
Paige had imagined you kissing?
“I always imagined I would initiate our first kiss.” She admits, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.
“You want to kiss me?”
“Y/N, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while.” Your heart skips a beat at her confession.
“What’s stopping you.” You whisper, leaning your face closer to Paiges and that does it, in a flash her lips are on yours and yours eyes flutter shut at the feeling you’ve unconsciously craved for so long.
Her lips are soft and subtle just as you imagined, she tasted like fresh mint and as one hand stayed on your face, the other explored your body, trailing down your arm and then your back, you felt like you were floating.
Your hands did some exploring of their own, starting at Paiges waist and making their way up to her chest where they rested for a moment before sliding onto her arms, your fingers finally getting a touch of her skin.
The smile on both your faces was cheesy to say the least as you both pulled away, slightly breathless.
“That was…” She begins but trails off.
“Yeah…” You reply, equally as lost for words as the blonde girl in front of you.
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .
a/n: i love soft paige 🥺🥺
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avionvadion · 3 days ago
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Because I hate what twst decided to do with Skully...
I'm thinking The King of Halloween became the King of Halloween through tragedy. He got lost in the book, but completed the ending successfully and left it, where he continued his school years and possibly became a teacher. Had a son, Skully. Skully loved Halloween, despite it being not a very popular event. But something always felt like it was missing in Halloween.
It was so dark and dreary, he was certain there was something that could be done to improve it- but he just can't figure out what. And it plagues him for years, because he knows his son is being bullied at school despite his best attempts to stop it from happening- and all because of his awkwardness and obsession with Halloween. Starts trying to discuss Halloween with the rest of the staff, to try and get all the students involved and show them how fun Halloween can be.
But before his plans can be put into action, his son goes missing. What happened? The man is frantic, looking all over town, but there's no sign of him. He's completely forgotten about the book he was once sucked into, so the idea doesn't even cross his mind- but there's a terribly familiar sense of deja vu about all of this.
Yet days pass, weeks pass, and his son doesn't reappear.
After several months go by, with no luck of ever finding him, he resigns from teaching and starts traveling the world to find him. As he does so, he discovers the many different ways people celebrate Halloween in the countries he visits, and it makes him think about Skully and how badly he used to be bullied. Realizing he was making no progress in finding him and that whatever happened to Skully is probably irreversible, he returns back to Sage's Island with the knowledge he's found.
He becomes a legend on Sage's Island because of the ideas he shared with NRC and RSA and all the townsfolk. Rather than just lighting turnips to scare away evil spirits, they can carve pumpkins, and hang up colorful decorations. They can give sweets to the ghosts so they won't play tricks on them. They can put on scary costumes to scare away the evil spirits and blend in with the dead.
Due to this, Halloween becomes a beloved event on Sage's Island, and rumors of how they celebrate Halloween there spread around Twisted Wonderland. He becomes known as the Halloween King, who made Halloween a popular and beloved time of the year, all in the hopes no one else would be bullied like his beloved missing son once was.
Centuries pass.
Skully has been living in the Nightmare Before Christmas book all this time, unable to escape like his father, as he did not wish to make an exciting and colorful Halloween. He believed Halloween should remain dark and desolate and terrifying, and would always take things too far to make it so, thus resetting the story and his memory each time... until one day a bunch of students suddenly appear, with a magicless human and a talking monster cat, who help him finally reach the end.
He escapes the book, but everything is changed. The island looks different, he recognizes no one, and when he gets to the dorm he used to live in he discovers it is now rundown and abandoned, with only two living occupants and three ghosts. He is more confused than ever, but the magicless stranger seems to recognize him- and shows him the photographs they have that they took (with the Ghost Camera) when they were within the book. Slowly, the memories come back. He knows who this stranger is.
And his father, dorky and loving as he was, was gone- having died centuries ago- but became revered, leaving behind a legacy revering Halloween... and all in Skully's memory.
He's broken, and distraught, but he's not alone- though he knows that if he didn't meet the people he did who rescued him from that book and taught him how to love Halloween in all its forms, he probably would've been very annoyed with what his dad did. He's surprised to find his father's grave on Ramshackle property, but frequently visits it and tells him what happened, never knowing he had followed in his father's footsteps only to fail at where he succeeded.
When the magicless student takes him to Headmaster Crowley to re-enroll him... Headmaster Crowley nearly has a heart attack, as Skully J. Graves is the spitting image of the Halloween King- who I am going to lovingly name Jackson Graves.
Skully remembers suddenly- how his obsession with Jack Skellington began. It was because of how deeply he admired his father, who was so friendly and beloved by all, and how he wanted to be like him, and how when he first heard the story of the Pumpkin King as a child... he could easily imagine his father, who so strongly encouraged his interest with Halloween, as Jack Skellington- and latched onto that imagery tight. Perhaps being in that book for so long skewed that image even more, as he must have missed his father without ever realizing it because of the constant resets.
And now he was gone.
But, inside, he knows his father would be happy for him- as Skully finally made some friends.
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stwrrybwrry · 2 days ago
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I wonder how you and sukuna met... 💭
⊹  ︶︶  𖹭᪲  ︶︶  ⊹
Sukuna! Who’s realm is a place of darkness and despair, a void no human could survive—yet there you are, a frail human, lying sick and trembling on the cold ground. At first, Sukuna only finds it amusing, a strange anomaly in his otherwise bleak world. He calls Uraume to care for you, watching in silent curiosity, convinced you’ll be gone by morning. As he observes, he can’t help but find your presence oddly captivating, something he never expected to feel. He feels enchanted by you, he doesn’t like it.
Sukuna! Who’s days pass, and you survive but are too sickly to perform simple tasks on your own. Sukuna finds himself passing by your resting place more frequently, each time catching glimpses of the faint rise and fall of your breaths. There’s something intriguing about the determination in your eyes, the quiet strength in your silence. You never beg, never plead; you simply exist, and it pulls him closer, though he’d never admit it. He’ll never admit that he feels weak around you.
Sukuna! Who each day, says a word here, a glance there, building an unspoken connection between you. Sukuna keeps his distance, masking his curiosity with arrogance, but your presence gnaws at him. The way you look at him without fear is both infuriating and captivating. Slowly, his gaze lingers a bit too long, and he feels an unfamiliar tug at his heart, one he cannot ignore. And slowly, you and him start to talk, slowly forming an impactful and beautiful bond.
Sukuna! Who one night, you share a quiet moment, side by side in the stillness of his realm. You tell him of the mortal world, your voice barely a whisper, and he listens—truly listens. There’s something fragile and vulnerable in the way you speak, a warmth he’s never felt before. Sukuna doesn’t respond, but his silence feels like understanding, a wordless confession neither of you dare to speak aloud. And he doesn't dare to interrupt. The night ends with you nuzzling into him in his futon, and for the first time, he feels something shift within him—a longing he can't name.
Sukuna! Who before he can make sense of this growing ache, everything shatters. Curses find you in the human realm, finding and attacking you. Sukuna arrives just in time to see you fall, reaching out for him with a weak, desperate smile, your eyes filled with unspoken words. The realization of what he feels, what he could have had, crashes over him like a wave of agony. He shouldn’t have let you go, maybe if you remained sickly you would've been alive.
Sukuna! Who finally realises you’re gone. Leaving a hollow emptiness that he can’t seem to shake. Uraume watches as he grows colder, more violent, his rage a reflection of the void in his chest. His heart—cold as stone for so long—bears the scar of a love that never had the chance to bloom, a connection that was lost just as it began. In the stillness of his empty realm, Sukuna clenches his fists, the silence pressing down like a weight he can’t lift. Alone with a hollow ache he doesn’t understand, he stares into the endless void, voice breaking as he whispers the one word he never had the courage to say:
“Please… come back.”
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espresso1patronum · 2 days ago
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I just wanna see reader jealous of megumi 😭
it’s funny! bcs I used to see a lot of things of megumi getting jealous.. but a few things of reader really jealous of megumi
OMG YESS, I LOVE THE JEALOUSY🤭😭AND IT SEEMS THAT A LOT OF YOU ARE REQUESTING FOR IT!! SO OFC LOVE<3
Misunderstandings
The party pulsed with energy, laughter intertwining with the rhythm of the music, but you felt a growing discontent gnawing at your insides. You stood by the refreshments with Nobara, casually sipping a drink while your gaze kept drifting to Megumi.
He was leaning against the wall, an island of calm amidst the chaos, but the way a girl was hovering nearby caught your attention.
At first, you thought it was harmless.
Megumi often attracted attention with his quiet charisma, and he had politely dismissed her attempts to engage. But as the night wore on, the girl leaned in closer, her laughter ringing too loud, her touches too familiar. Each genuine smile from him twisted the knot in your stomach tighter. He only smiled like that with you.
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks—not from embarrassment, but from jealousy. It was a feeling you weren't accustomed to, one that made you feel vulnerable and exposed. “I need to freshen up,” you said to Nobara, needing an escape.
Once in the washroom, you splashed cold water on your face, trying to cool the fire of frustration within you.
“Get it together,” you muttered to your reflection. But as you stepped back into the lively party, you spotted them again. Megumi’s head tilted back in laughter, the girl’s hand resting on his arm.
Your heart plummeted. The image seared into your mind—his genuine joy, the kind you thought was reserved for you alone.
Fighting the rising tide of emotions, you turned and pushed through the door, needing the cool night air. Outside, the noise faded, and you took a deep breath. But before you could collect yourself, you heard hurried footsteps behind you.
“y/n! Wait up!” Megumi’s voice cut through the darkness.
You spun around, annoyance spilling out. “What do you want, Megumi?”
Concern flickered across his face as he approached. “You looked upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Really? Because it didn’t look like you were upset with that girl!” you shot back, arms crossed defiantly.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, confusion etched in his features. “I was just being polite. I thought you’d understand that.”
“Polite?” you echoed, your voice rising. “You were smiling at her like that—like you only smile with me. It felt… intimate.”
Megumi stepped closer, his brows knitting together. “I’m sorry if it came off that way baby. I didn’t mean to upset you. You know you’re the one I want to be with.”
“Then why does it seem so easy for you to laugh with her?” you challenged, feeling the edge of desperation creeping in.
“Because I was trying to be nice,” he exclaimed, frustration seeping into his tone. “I didn’t realize how it looked. You’re the one who makes me genuinely happy. You’re everything to me.”
His words softened the sharp edges of your jealousy, but you weren’t ready to let go.
“It doesn’t feel that way right now,” you said, turning away.
“Please, just listen,” he urged, stepping closer as he he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, your back to his chest. “I swear, you’re the only one I care about like that. I promise I wasn’t flirting. I just didn’t want to be rude.”
You hesitated, battling the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. “I don’t want to lose you, Megumi.”
“You won’t lose me,” he said, his voice earnest. “I’m right here. You’re my girlfriend, and that means everything. No one else even comes close.”
You turned around, finally meeting his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his words wash over you.
“I know, but I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
“It’s okay,” he replied, his expression softening. “Let’s just focus on us tonight, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
His honesty unraveled the tension within you, and for the first time since you’d seen him laughing, you smiled back. “Okay. I’m sorry for overreacting.”
“Let’s go back in together,” he suggested, a hint of a smile returning to his lips.
“And,” he continued, his fingers gently grazing your cheeks as he tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “I’m yours. You’re mine. Nothing can change that.” With that, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
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famoussharkhairdoknight · 3 days ago
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A smile on dark days~JUDE BELLINGHAM
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Warning: +18,smut, english is not my first language
It was a gray day in Madrid, the sky full of clouds as if it wanted to mourn the defeat of Real Madrid. The match against Barcelona had just finished, and the result weighed like a boulder. Jude Bellingham, the talented midfielder, was back home, his face lined with frustration and disappointment.
You were in the kitchen, preparing his favorite dish, a mushroom risotto, hoping that the comforting scent might ease his mood a little. The door opened with a slow creak and Jude walked in, his gaze dejected.
“Hi, love,” you said, trying to keep your tone cheerful despite the heavy atmosphere.
“Hi,” he replied, his voice low and monotone. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment, as if trying to focus his thoughts.
You walked closer to him, taking his hand. «You're here now. Do you want to talk about what happened?”
He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. «I don't know... I feel like I've let everyone down. I can't shake this feeling. Four nil... against Barcelona. It's embarrassing."
Jude looked down, considering your words. «I don't want to disappoint my teammates. Every time I make a mistake, I feel like it might be my last chance.”
“Don't think like that, please,” I said softly. «Every great player has faced difficult moments. Remember how you got here. You fought and worked hard for every goal you achieved."
«But Barcelona…» he continued, a little more relaxed as he started to eat the risotto. «It was the match of my life, and I didn't do well. I lost the ball too often, and..."
“Stop being so hard on yourself,” I interrupt. «You did your best. And that's all a player can do. You can't control everything. But you can control how you react, and you are a fighter.”
«Love, no one judges you for this. Every team has its ups and downs, and you gave it your all. I know, you did." As you spoke, you invited him to sit at the table. «Come on, let's eat something. You can't go to bed on an empty stomach."
Jude slowly sat down, eyes still lost in thought. “You're right, but…” He stopped, looking at you. «I can't understand how it happened. I wanted to win so badly for the fans and for the team. Every time I wear that shirt, I feel the weight of responsibility."
You sat down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “But you're also human, Jude. No one can win all the time, and no one can do it alone. You have a team around you, and that's what matters. Even in defeats, we get up together."
He looked at you, a sad smile appearing on his lips. “How can you be so positive?”
«Because I believe in you. I believe in your talent and determination. And above all, I know that this defeat will not define you. It's just a lesson, a step towards your dream."
A comfortable silence spread between you as Jude continued to eat, his gaze now calmer. After a while, he looked up at you, his soft brown eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you sweetie. Really. I don't know what I would do without you."
«Only the best for you, as always. And remember that I will always be there, both the good days and the bad. We need to support each other."
Jude stood up and walked over to you, hugging you tightly. «You are my strength. I don't know how I got lucky enough to find you."
“And I don't know how I got lucky enough to have a guy like you,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him. «Remember, every game is a new opportunity. And tomorrow is a new day."
After eating, you sat together on the couch, watching a light movie. Between laughs, Jude seemed more and more relaxed, his thoughts distracted by your smile and your presence.
“You know, you made me forget everything for a moment,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.
«And this is just the beginning, Jude. I promise I'll help you get back on your feet whenever you need it."
With infinite sweetness, he shook your hand, and you felt that his determination not to give up had returned. It was just a game, and together you would face everything that life would throw at you.
You gently stroked his hair as he closed his eyes as he relaxed under your touch. When he opened them again he gave you a sweet smile that made your heart beat faster and he kissed you softly while you kissed him back feeling warm under his touch.
The kiss became more and more passionate and Jude gently grabbed your hips as he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him as he continued to kiss and caress your thigh.
“I love you y/n” Jude said softly as he softly began to leave kisses on your neck as you moaned and began to move on him, and you both moaned in pleasure.
You kissed him again sucking on his lip as he moaned and you giggled softly.
“you look amazing” Jude said as he watched you take off his clothes and yours too. You climbed back onto his legs teasing your pussy on his cock and you both moaned.
“come on baby, let me in” Jude said trying to raise his hips to let his cock sink into your opening and you moaned loudly when he managed to enter you.
“fuck you're so tight, I'll never get used to this feeling” Jude moaned as he lowered his head to the edge of the couch.
You began to move on him sensually feeling his cock penetrating you and you moaned loudly holding onto his shoulders. “you're so big” you said moaning resting your head on his shoulder.
He groaned as he grabbed your ass helping you with the movements and you moaned loudly feeling on the edge. With two more thrusts you came as you kissed him and continued to move on him to make him come. When he cums, he gives you a sweet kiss on your lips and a sweet kiss on your forehead.
You still remained inside him as you rested your head on his shoulder while he caressed your back and you enjoyed this attention. When you pulled out you hissed at the lack of filling his cock. You both got dressed as you went back to the couch and hugged each other.
“you are and will always be my number one despite the result” You told him sweetly as you gave him a sweet kiss and he smiled knowing that even if he had lost the match you would always be by his side despite everything.
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annie-creates · 12 hours ago
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Halloween night tradition
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader
Genre: fluff
Words: 700
Note: I refuse to aknowledge anything after the fourth episode. This is a Halloween gift to you and especially everyone who is as deeply hurt and disappointed in the show's ending as I am.
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The evening was growing closer as the sky darkened, first shining stars visible through the reddish clouds of the setting sun. Your wife was not yet back from her errands, something you warned her would happen, yet she didn’t take your advice into consideration. That’s after all how you got yourself into the argument this very morning. You wanted her to stay home today to help you with all the chores, but she was adamant on going out and doing god knows what, even when she saw how many tasks you had on your hands for the day.
As you dry your hands from the sink water after cleaning all the dishes, you go out into the garden to take down the fourth dried load of clothes you washed today. You can’t help but think it’s kind of selfish of Agatha to leave you here all alone to deal with all the work yourself while she run around enjoying her magic and wreaking havoc, or whatever she was doing right now. She comes through the front door just as you’re taking the heavy basket full of clothes to be folded inside, signing heavily as you stretch your overworked back. You slump into the sofa, getting the first break in the whole day, Agatha clearly much cheerier in her mood than yourself.
“Hey,” she calls to you sitting on the other side of the couch.
“Hi,” you scoff, your tone annoyed with her cheerfulness.
“Oh come on baby, what got you so pressed?” she tuts at you, not getting the hint you’re still angry with her.
“I don’t know, maybe my wife leaving me here all day alone to do all the house chores while she enjoys her day outside not even considering me?” you contemplate. “No, it couldn’t be that, no loving wife would do that.”
“Come on now, you can’t seriously still be mad at me?” she chuckles a little, now seeing the hurt in your eyes.
“I am. You left me to deal with everything and you have the audacity to…” you’re cut off by Agatha cupping your face in her hands.
“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t help you today, but I’ve got something that will make it all worth it, I promise,” she tempts you.
“I seriously doubt that…” you stubbornly fold your hands over your chest but follow her outside none the less, curiosity taking the better of you.
“Look what I’ve got!” Agatha shows you two old tree branches of a decent size. “It’s broomsticks! For our Halloween night flight!” She clarifies noticing your confused expression.
“What’s wrong with the ones we already have..?” you shake your head.
“Come on love, you deserve something brand new, the best,” she persuades you.
“Okay, fine,” you playfully roll your eyes, slowly forgetting you were mad at her.
As you perform the ritual together, giving your makeshift brooms to each other in an act of selflessness, you can’t really be annoyed with her for long. Taking of the ground as the night falls, hidden by the clouds of darkness, you realize she probably got new brooms just to have a chance to perform the ritual with you again and it unexplainably warms your heart. It was true this was your Halloween tradition and even when your wife wasn’t perfect in many ways, she never forgot any of the little things that made you happy. Watching her eyes sparkle under the light of stars you swum in, there was no one who could ever compare to her and you felt your love for her pouring over your edges like the brightest star.
“I love you,” you exclaim flying closer to her, your shoulders almost touching.
“Well I’d hope so we’ve been married for seven years,” she playfully nips but you can see the reciprocated love in her eyes. “I love you too.”
Leaning over a little to give her a sweet kiss you feel her soft lips on yours, her adoration for you noticeable in everything she does. You both had your mistakes but there was no one who could understand them better than the woman right next to you. And she loved you over every single one.
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frankenkyle19 · 21 hours ago
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Corn-Maze Shenanigans
Happy Halloween! I literally have been working on this for two weeks and it’s still trash but I don’t care anymore, I’m absolutely exhausted. Hopefully it’s decent, sorry it’s rushed I wanted to get it done before Halloween was actually over and I work all day tomorrow and won’t have time to post it. Not at all proofread. Probably a lot of errors.
Word count: 5.5k
Description: Peter Maximoff and reader go to a fall/Halloween festival together on their day off. The corn maze was closed for the day but Peter comes up with a plan. They get up to no good in the corn maze. Smut. Smut. Smut. Enjoy! :)
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The nostalgic feeling that fall brought on never ceased to amaze Peter.. Everything about it was magical. The weather, the activities and my god the smells. The smell of fall was something that Peter wished could be ingrained into his scent receptors. The spices, the chill in the air.. There was no debate, it was the best time of year hands down and he’d die on that hill.
He’d been dying to go to a pumpkin patch or a festival since the end of September but the X-men had been so busy with.. Well, helping keep people safe. Peter wished he could have called for some sort of time off or something because he felt as if he was watching everyone else around him enjoy activities that he obviously loved more.
Finally, fucking finally after what felt truly like years, you agreed to go with him to a nearby farm festival on a day the two of you weren’t busy. Peter swore he’d never been happier, practically bouncing up and down just thinking about it. He couldn’t wait to eat whatever fall snacks there were and play (and obviously win) all of the games.
And he wouldn’t lie, he was excited that he got to hang out with just you. Like.. Alone. Yeah he was super excited about that. Suddenly all the waiting seemed like it would pay off. Finally the universe was working in his favor!!
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The day of arrived and Peter quite literally couldn’t think about anything else. Couldn’t concentrate, could barely function. It was actually pretty bad but he ignored that fact in favor of imagining how much fun the two of you would have later.
He waited outside of your room, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was wearing a brown striped knit sweater with big bubble sleeves that had him feeling like he was wrapped in a nice cozy blanket, the only time he’d be seen without his iconic silver jacket. It was supposed to be chilly tonight and he wanted to make sure he didn’t freeze to death. As much as he liked the cold weather he’d rather avoid hypothermia.
“Are ya almost done?” He asked, leaning his ear against the door to try and hear what you were doing inside. Nosy fucker. “We should probably get going soon so we’ve got plenty of time to look at everything before it gets dark!” He said, fidgeting with his fingers, brain moving a mile a minute.
“Almost done!” You called out, doing your finishing touches before you took a glance at yourself in the mirror, also wearing a sweater similar to Peter’s. Great minds think alike apparently.
Snatching up your bag and your car keys you did one last scan of your room to make sure you didn’t forget anything before you opened the door, eyes lighting up when you saw Peter in his oversized sweater.
“What took you so long? We’re in practically the same outfit, only difference is I took a minute to get ready and you took thirty,” He shook his head but followed after you as you began to walk down the hall.
“Well the difference, besides you having superspeed would be I just needed to do more. Makeup, hair.. Things that lots of people do before going out.”
“Pshhhh all that stuff’s unnecessary. You would have looked fine rolling out of bed, ‘kay?”
Peter said, but he wasn’t really listening, mind set on the future. Specifically about fifteen minutes in the future where he’d be stuffing his face with pumpkin flavored everything and picking out a pumpkin from the patch to bring home and carve.
The two of you reached the garage and made your way to your car, sliding in. Peter messed with the radio as you adjusted your seat and pulled out of your spot, leaving the garage. The crunch of gravel underneath your tires was music to Peter’s ears, just another reminder that the two of you were headed to what Peter would probably recall later on as being the best part of his year.
“You excited?” You asked, though you knew the answer. Everyone at the damn school knew the answer because he wouldn’t stop talking about it. Scott had seriously started to consider duct taping his mouth shut just to get a moment of silence.
“More excited than I’ve ever been in my whole life, I'm pretty sure, even made sure not to eat any twinkies today so I’d have enough room in my stomach to try everything. You know how difficult that was?”
A scoff left your lips as you shook your head. “You and your Twinkie obsession..”
“They’re arguably the best snake cake ever created, dude! Did you know originally it wasn’t vanilla filling? It was banana. I guess during the Second World War bananas weren’t being imported to the US anymore so they had to switch to vanilla cream.”
You’d never heard Peter so passionate about anything in his life, except maybe about his little tricks to get the highest scores in arcade games.
“You ever considered teaching history? History of American snack cakes,” you laughed which then caused Peter to laugh as well.
“Maybe I should ask Charles if that can be a course next semester. Who knows, maybe if I really show my knowledge he’ll say yes.” He drummed his hands against his legs, waiting in anticipation to arrive.
You and Peter kept short conversation as you drove until you turned down a long gravel road, approaching the farm. You felt Peter moving side to side next to you, trying to regulate his body before the two of you got out of the car.
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The farm finally came into view along with the sweet smell of caramel and pumpkin. You managed to find a parking spot fairly easily and before you’d even fully stopped the car Peter was scrambling out, looking towards the entrance of the farm, a huge child-like grin on his face.
You didn’t want to keep the poor man waiting any longer so you quickly turned the car off and stepped out, grabbing your bag and walking around to his side of the car.
“Ready?” You asked, breaking him out of his excited daze, to which he nodded eagerly and grabbed your hand while he walked towards the entrance as fast as he could without using his actual superspeed. The last thing the two of you needed was anyone recognizing him. Hopefully without his silver jacket or X-men suit it would be harder to identify him as the one and only Quicksilver.
“Born ready, baby.” He laughed softly as the two of you walked up to the ticket booth and Peter reached to pull his wallet out of his pocket. You stopped him, quickly grabbing your own and pulling out two five dollar bills, handing them over to the man in the ticket booth.
“Hey! I was gonna pay for that- I’m the one who dragged you here anyways- C’mon-“ Peter huffed out as the man stamped both of your hands with a little pumpkin stamp before waving you on your way so that he could attend to the next person in line.
“Too bad. I know how excited you’ve been for this and I wanted to do something nice. Sue me.” You grinned, taking Peter’s hand again as the two of you looked around. It was absolutely beautiful. Orange and yellow and red colors were splashed everywhere the eye could see. There were pumpkins, gourds and the smell of delicious foods that Peter couldn’t wait to devour.
“Where do you want to go first, Quickie? Lead the way.”
Peter didn’t need anymore convincing, looking towards the nearest vendor and making his way over. There were several signs above the tent which explained what was being sold there.
Fresh pumpkin pie, pumpkin donuts, pumpkin cookies.. Just about everything pumpkin flavored under the sun.
“What’re you gonna get?” You leaned closer to Peter while you spoke so that he could hear you better over the crowds of people chatting.
“Everything. Every. Single. Thing.” You would have called his bluff but you knew he wasn’t joking. Hell, you were talking to the man who averaged like.. Two boxes of twinkies a day. This would be easy for him.
Luckily the line went quickly and when it was Peter’s turn, the look of shock and horror on the person’s face who was taking his order was hilarious.
Peter managed to somehow carry everything stacked up in his arms over to a picnic table where he organized everything by what he wanted to try first or what he wanted to save for last.
He took a seat and you did as well, sitting next to him as he grabbed the first thing in front of him, a slice of pie and devoured it in three bites. His cheeks were stuffed and he looked at you with a dorky grin before he chewed and swallowed, letting out a pleased hum at the taste. Peter was an absolute foodie through and through.
He downed it all like he hadn’t eaten in days, stopping every now and then to offer you a bite of certain things you were eyeing. It was actually quite adorable. At one point he’d gotten some sort of frosting on his nose and you wiped it off with your thumb, laughing as Peter’s cheeks turned a dusty pink.
Peter took the last bite of the last dessert on the table before using his speed to clean up the trash and throw it away before rejoining you at the table. Usually you’d lecture him about using his powers in public but no one seemed to notice and if they did they were too busy to care.
“You full now?” You asked, laughing as Peter rubbed his stomach over his sweater.
“Nope. Not even a little.”
You rolled your eyes before standing up, glancing over to another stand where they were selling warm apple cider. Just the thought alone had you feeling all warm inside.
“Peter! Apple cider, come on!” You said before running off in the direction of the apple cider to which he quickly followed.
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With your hands wrapped around the warm cups of cider the two of you decided to do a little more exploring. People were beginning to leave little by little the later it got but the sun was still bright in the sky so the two of you had a while before it closed. You were thankful for it being less crowded though. You could finally hear yourself think!
Bringing the cup up to his lips, Peter sipped the spiced drink and you admired him for a moment. He looked so cozy and you knew he felt it as well. It was nice being able to get away from all the hustle and bustle of the school even if it was just for a little while. It was definitely needed. For the both of you.
Peter caught you staring and he raised a brow quizzically, wondering for a moment if he had leftover crumbs on his face or something. “What’re you staring at?” He asked, moving the cup away from his face.
“Nothing- no it’s nothing I was just.. I’m glad you dragged me along to this thing, Peter. I’m having a lot of fun.”
“And the days not even over yet! There’s still so much to do! I wanna go pick out a pumpkin to bring back with us! C’mon!”
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“What about this one?” Peter said, picking up a tiny, half broken pumpkin that looked like it was already beginning to rot.
“Ew, No! Just pick a normal one!”
The two of you had been going at this for close to fifteen minutes now. Peter was finding the ugliest pumpkins he possibly could before asking your opinion on them. The whole time you were just trying to find a cute one that called to you.
“Well I’m not normal so why would I pick a normal pumpkin? What defines normal anyways?” Peter said as he searched for another fucked up freak of nature pumpkin.
“You’re spending too much time talking to Charles. You’re starting to sound like him.”
“Oh am I now? Ello I’m Charles Xavier and this is my school for gifted children-“ Peter said in a very over the top posh English accent before he cut himself off with a laugh.
“Well he certainly doesn’t sound like that.. just find a pumpkin already!” You were between two choices. Two serious choices but Peter was just acting a fool. It was actually rather adorable. You were starting to find a lot of the things he did adorable.
“Okay okay bossy pants! Geesh.” Peter scoffed, glancing around the field once more. It was a big field with lots of pumpkins and the two of you wouldn’t be able to look through all of them so he just decided to look in the general vicinity for one.
Finally he found the perfect one. Well, his version of perfect because when you saw it you scoffed, facepalming as he held it up triumphantly as if it was his most prized possession.
The pumpkin itself was a dark orange, almost red and it was covered in bumps, making it look akin to a toad’s skin. That wasn’t even the worst of it though. Half of it was lopsided and looked like it’s growth had been stunted so it barely sat upright on its own without tipping over.
“You’re serious?” You asked, brow raised curiously as Peter rocked the pumpkin back and forth, cooing at it like it was a child.
“I am absolutely positive. Never been more sure in my life. Look at the little guy, it’s so cute. In.. it’s own way. Look- If I don’t take it no one will and then it’ll sit here in this field until it rots wondering why it wasn’t good enough to be chosen.”
“That was… weirdly deep. Okay okay whatever.”
You moved to step closer to Peter when you nearly tripped over a tiny pumpkin at your feet. It was perfectly round and orange except for one little part of it towards the top which was white. It looked like the only pumpkin in the whole patch that was multicolored and something drew you to it. You scooped it up off the ground and it was so small it fit in the palm of your hand. Stupid Peter, making you feel bad for damn pumpkins! They were pumpkins! It’s not like they had feelings. But you couldn’t resist this one because it was just so cute and unique.
“See? I told you. The normal ones are boring. Unique is where it’s attttt,” Peter winked. “Now, corn-maze?”
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“I’m sorry, the corn maze is closed for the night. Too many people end up stuck in there and we don’t want to have to search for them while it’s dark. sorry.” The man standing in front of the corn maze said, arms crossed over his broad chest.
You and Peter let out twin sighs of disappointment and you moved to walk away from the maze when Peter grabbed your hand and without another moment's notice he sped the two of you into the maze. So fast that the man hadn’t even realized what had happened.
“Peter!” You gasped, glancing around at the stalks of corn now surrounding the two of you. “What if we get lost like he says? We don’t have a map!”
“It’s no biggie, babe! I'm hella fast, if we can’t find our way out I’ll just zoom around until I find the exit. It’s no big deal-i-o.” Peter seemed very nonchalant about it all while you were a bit more worried.
Turns out you had reason to be worried because the two of you were lost within the first five minutes of entering the damn maze and neither of you had a map…
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“Come on babe, we could totally have some fun before they come and find us. The suns barely started setting yet we’ve still got a while. Promise I’ll make it worth itttt” Peter cooed into your ear as he trailed wet kisses down your neck before making his way back to your lips. Who knew being trapped in a corn maze could make someone so horny.
You tried to ignore him, really you did but it was practically impossible because as much as you hated to admit it you wanted him too. You’d always been curious about him and as annoying as it was, you were extremely sexually frustrated. Being cooped up in the school all hours of the day didn’t make it easy to get laid. It wasn’t like you could really bring dates back there either. Sneaking them in was rather easy but looking Charles in the eyes after was not. Because of course he always found out. He knew everything.
So, you kissed Peter back, letting his hands move up either side of your body, deft fingers feeling and squeezing until he got to your breasts. Ah yes, your breasts. Glorious glorious boobies. Peter loved them. He tried his best not to stare but hey! They were good tits!
His warm palms cupped your breasts over your sweater, giving a gentle squeeze as he kissed you deeper, practically devouring your mouth with his own. He was desperate, that much was obvious as he subtly began to grind his already raging hard-on against your thigh.
He wasn’t nearly as subtle as he hoped he was though because you felt him rutting against you but instead of pushing him away you pressed yourself further against him, applying more pressure to his throbbing cock. A little sigh of relief left his lips.
The two of you pulled away to breathe, your chest rising and falling heavily as you looked up at Peter, his silver hair already out of place and sticking to his forehead. He looked wrecked and you’d barely even begun. You were going to have so much fun with him.
Thankfully inside the corn maze there were several stumps that were placed around for people to sit on and take breaks, etc. they looked like the perfect place to sit Peter down right now and tease him till he was squirming and begging. He had absolutely no idea what he was in for but really it was his fault for initiating all of it in the first place.
Grabbing him by the front of his shirt you pulled him to one of the stumps, forcing him down onto it before you dropped to your knees in front of him. The dew on the grass seeped into the fabric of your pants and made you shiver but there were more important matters at hand, literally, as your hands reached for Peter’s belt before he quickly stopped you once his brain seemed to catch up, eyes wide.
“Woah woah woah what’re you doing?” He asked, holding your hands in his own much larger ones as he looked down at you, dark brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling heavily.
“I was just gonna- do you not want me to?” You asked, looking up at him with a puzzled expression on your face as you moved to pull away. Had this been too much? Was he just… All talk? Was he just joking and you’d actually made a fool of yourself? Oh god there were so many things it could be and now you were completely embarrassed-
“Wait!” He grabbed your arm, keeping you where you were as he continued to stare at you before he let his tongue sweep out to wet his pretty pink lips. “I- I’d love that I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to, y’know? Like I’d totally love it, bet it would feel fucking amazing I just didn’t know if like-“
You shushed him, pressing a finger up to his lips and he quickly paused, almost like he was under a spell. You were one hell of a witch then. Your other hand came to palm him over his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection through the fabric. He let out a shocked little gasp before squeezing his eyes shut, mouth slightly agape as a soft noise of pleasure left him.
“You want me to touch you, Peter?” You asked. You wanted a verbal response since he’d seemed initially so apprehensive of it even if he’d already given a reason as to why.
“I-Yeah. Yes please touch me please-“ if he was embarrassed about already begging he didn’t show it as he arched his hips up further into your touch, just trying to get more friction on his now nearly painful erection.
You didn’t need much more convincing after that, undoing Peter’s belt and pulling his zipper down before you reached into his boxers and pulled his length out. It stood at attention, long and throbbing and hard, a pretty bead of pre-cum on the tip. Mouth watering, you stroked over him a few times before you pressed a kiss to the head.
Peter was trying to maintain his composure, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in attempts to keep quiet as your warm, wet mouth toyed with the head of his cock. He was so outrageously sensitive that he was practically already squirming. Was he squirming away from the touch or into it? Even he didn’t know. All he knew was he never wanted this feeling to end.
Your tongue traced across the head of his dick, collecting the pre-cum there and letting it coat your taste buds, humming at the salty flavor that you’d been dying to taste for longer than you’d like to admit. Then you kissed down the side of his length, letting your lips memorize the feeling of the prominent veins that you found, committing it all to your memory. Hopefully this would become a common occurrence and you wouldn’t have to worry about remembering it.
Your hand continued to stroke the base of him and he seemed to just get impossibly harder the longer time went on.
Finally you took him fully into your mouth, lips tight around him as you slowly took him inch by inch. You were determined to take all of him but it would take a moment to work up to. You were a bit rusty.
Peter let out a quiet little cry as he tried his absolute hardest not to buck up into your mouth and choke you on his cock but it was getting harder by the minute to control himself. He gripped the sides of the stump he was sitting on, looking up at the sky which was starting to turn a beautiful orange as the sun began to set. He’d never realized how beautiful outdoor sex could be. Especially in a cornfield. Most people wouldn’t ever really think of that.
You bobbed your head slowly, letting your nostrils flare as you took him deeper, moving your hand away as you took him to the base, silver curls tickling your face before you pulled back, taking a sharp breath in. Your throat was already scratchy but you weren’t anywhere near done. You’d been waiting forever and a day to do this and you wanted to take your time and really savor him.
“Jesus Christ!” Peter shouted before he covered his mouth when you took him back into the warmth of your mouth without warning. This was how he was going to die, he was calling it right now. Peter Maximoff cause of death: Blowjob. That sounded about right.
Humming around him, you pressed your tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling him pulse inside of your mouth. It was something you could easily become addicted to, sucking him off like this. Your pants were soaked by now, not only from the wetness on the grass but also from your own wetness that seeped from your core into your panties.
Peter let his head drop back against his shoulders and he let out a groan, one of his hands shyly coming to rest on the crown of your head where he tangled his fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp. It felt nice and had your eyes slightly rolling back. Placing your palms on his thighs you began to bob your head faster over him, a lewd squelching sound coming from your throat as you tried to hold back a gag.
Peter began to tremble, his body just so subtly vibrating as he began to get close. He was honestly surprised he’d lasted as long as he did and stayed as quiet as he had. Peter was usually someone who never shut up a day in his life.
“I’m- oh Jesus baby girl I’m getting close! I’m close- wait- I-“ His words died in his throat as you focused your attention on the tip of his length, circling it with your tongue, all the while grinning wickedly up at Peter who was falling apart.
“I’m serious! So serious I’m going to come in like- five seconds tops and I really don’t want to come in your mouth baby-“ He was obviously trying to be a gentleman but you thought fuck that and held his hips down as you continued your ministrations.
Peter seemed to give up then, realizing that you didn’t care if he came in your mouth. That you in fact wanted it, and when he actually thought about how hot that was it was what caused him to tip over the edge, gasping out a moan as he spilled hotly into your mouth in thick spurts.
You sputtered a moment before recovering, pulling off of him so that you could swallow before wiping the remaining cum from the corners of your mouth off on your sweater which would obviously now need a good cleaning.
Peter finally managed to open his eyes and look down at you, still on the ground, lips red and swollen and eyes a bit teary from the intrusion in your throat.
Speaking of throat, it was scratchy and would likely be sore later but you counted it as a win considering what you’d just done. Blown Peter Maximoff.. Hell yeah you did.
You were ready to call it a day now and find a way out of this stupid maze but Peter seemed to have a different idea. His gaze seemed to narrow and he was staring at you almost like a lion stares at its prey right before it pounces. It was almost a comical analogy because really Peter was nothing like a lion but in the moment you couldn’t really think of anything else to compare him to.
Finally standing up you dusted your pants off, still wet and now cold as the sun began to lower even further. It was beginning to get dark out now and you were eager to leave. Your back was turned to Peter and you couldn’t see what he was doing or that he’d stood up from his spot on the stump. Didn’t realize anything until his firm arms were wrapped around your waist and his hot breath was against your ear once more.
“Peter!” You squealed, having not expected it. He’d initially startled you but you slowly began to melt into his inviting touch. There was something about him that just felt familiar and perfect and comforting.
“We really need to get outta here. Or start calling for help.. It'll be dark soon.” You said as Peter nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. Whatever perfume you wore he was absolutely obsessed with. Or maybe it was just you. Probably both.
“But I didn’t get to make you feel good yet. It’s only fair-“ Peter pouted, teeth grazing your earlobe. A shiver went down your spine as he ground himself against you and to your surprise he was already hard again. Speedster things you presumed.
“You’re absolutely insufferable.”
“And you love it. C’mon babe just a quick fuck! They don’t call me quickie for nothing, I’ll make it worth it I promiseeeee.”
Really you knew that you should have been the voice of reason between the two of you but he was making an amazing point, plus the way that his erection was pressed up against your lower back… yeah, fuck it. You were fucking him in this stupid corn maze.
You spun around in his arms, leaning up to press your lips against his. He let out a surprised little gasp before he grinned, kissing right back, intensely eager. His hands wrapped around you and his fingers trailed up the small of your back before he cupped the back of your head in his large palm, pulling you closer.
Peter’s other hand palmed at one of your breasts, kneading it gently as he pulled away from your lips to press teasing kisses along your jawline.
“Don’t leave any marks! Peter!” You chastised him, gently shoving at his shoulder before he pulled away. His brown eyes were so dark they were almost black and it made your stomach clench, arousal seeping into your underwear.
You walked him backwards back to the stump, forcing him to sit down once more as you pulled your pants and panties down to your ankles before you positioned yourself over his lap, eyes locked onto his.
“This okay?”
“So much more than fucking okay baby, c’mere, sit. It’s comfortable I promise.” Peter was able to hold a straight face for about five seconds after the words had left his lips before he was covering his mouth and laughing into his palm before shaking his head.
“That was extremely cheesy wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. Good thing I still like you.” You leaned down to whisper in his ear before you were lowering yourself onto his length oh so slowly, teasing him just a bit. Unfortunately you didn’t have time to tease him the way you wanted because the two of you really did need to get a move on, but there would be more time for that later.
You sat firmly on his lap, his dick jammed up very far inside you. So far it almost hurt. It had been a long while so it would take a minute to adjust. By the looks of it Peter would be a moment to adjust as well so he didn’t come in the first three movements of your hips.
“How’s that feeling?” You asked him, grinding down against him, hips moving in little circles as he twitched inside to you.
His hands were at your hips, kneading and grabbing at the flesh as he let out a heavy breath. “Good- so good- so much better than good.. Perfect-“ He whined, lifting his hips up just a bit to fuck up into you.
At a different time and place the two of you might have taken this all slower. Really took your time to explore each other but in a corn maze with the sun setting was not the place for that. Plus it was getting pretty chilly.
Slowly, once you’d adjusted to his size, you began to pull up and off of him before plunging yourself down again with a shaky moan, gripping onto his shoulders like they were your lifeline.
If you hadn’t grabbed onto them you’d have possibly fallen off of Peter’s lap entirely with the way he bucked up into you with newfound excitement.
“That’s so fucking good, baby- It’s actually insane… Why haven’t we done this sooner?”
“I dunno Peter, maybe because you’re an idiot who never made a move on me.”
Peter let out a breathless laugh before he tossed his head back as you clenched around him, squeezing him in the most wonderful feeling of warm, hot velvet. It was heaven.
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“I cannot believe we actually did that!” A hushed laugh came from your lips as you leaned into Peter’s side, the two of you snuggled up into bed, comfy under the covers. You were trying to be quiet and mindful of the others in the mansion that were probably long asleep by now.
Peter leaned forward and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, grinning stupidly. “Right? It was the second best thing that happened to me today.”
“Second?!” You shrieked, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Well what was first?”
“Baby I feel like you don’t know me all that well if you don’t already know I’d say the food. Of course food is always number one for me! Sorry not sorry.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Alright whatever, you’re ridiculous. We should probably head to bed. I’ve got to be up early tomorrow.”
“So I can stay?” Peter asked, looking like a child who’d been told they could stay for the sleepover they’d begged to go to.
“Yes Peter. You can stay. Of course you can.” You said, scooting closer to him and snuggling into his chest, letting out a quiet sigh.
There was silence for several moments and for a second you began to assume that Peter had fallen asleep.. That was fast.. But then he started talking again.
“Happy Halloween. Thank you for going with me. I had a lot of fun.”
“Happy Halloween, Peter.”
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darlingsfandom · 2 days ago
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“Baby, there’s no other superstar!”
kinktober day nine.
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pairing: AU Cillian Murphy x Stalker Fem Reader!
TW: stalking, illusion to drugging, virginity loss, p in v!
Authors note: I do not condone any sort of stalking! This is pure fiction!! Please don’t stalk celebrities !!
It was what you called a healthy obsession but that was a lie. He consumed your every thought, everything was about him and only him. You watched him from afar since he never noticed that you existed to him you were just another person that walked on this earth. You were nothing!
The obsession started when you were younger and grew each year since he was in the public eye. One of the hottest movie stars to exist for many reasons and you found yourself falling head over heels for him. Cillian was in the middle of a press tour that allowed him to be away and in your mind that meant he was yours. You had been following him from city to city making sure to blend in the best you could with the crowds because as much as you wanted him, it was not the time.
Cillian had heard rumors about some famous people get stalkers but he never thought he’d meet the day he’d actually have one of his own. He thought he might be going crazy at first because of course he’d be getting gifts right now since his new movie was out , but who sends flowers at one in the morning to someone’s hotel room? Who sends a blank note smelling of perfume under the door three nights later at midnight ? He let it slide at first until it kept happening at every hotel he was staying at.
He was now a month and a half into the tour and tonight was his night to rest. He had found himself down at the hotel bar sitting on the stool drinking his whiskey alone until you appeared.
“Is that seat taken?” Your voice was soft. Cillian looked up from his drink with an arched eyebrow before setting the glass down on his napkin. Your eyes were soft but something lurked behind them.
“No.” He was blunt. He watched how you carefully sat down next to him setting your purse on your lap with caution. His hands ran over his thighs, he had thought he was going crazy because he knew that smell filling his nostrils … it was the perfume from the notes he’d get in the middle of the night.
You turned to look at him but he was already looking at you, more like studying you to be fair but you shrugged it off. You had never actually been this close to him and your heart beat was in your ears as he ran his hand over his mouth. There was something he couldn’t place and maybe it was from the alcohol that he put his hand on your shoulder but he had.
“Are you okay?” You asked voice full of fake concern.
“Yeah yeah, probably drank me whiskey too fast.” He squeezed your shoulder making you smirk as you faced forward so he couldn’t see you.
Hours had passed when Cillian found himself waking up in his hotel room. He groaned loudly as he sat up to look around the dark room. His head was pounding and once again that perfume filled his nose and now he knew.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” You spoke out from the chair in the corner. “I must say you’re a heavy sleeper.” You flipped through some magazine that the hotel had provided.
“What the fuck?” He was awake now. Cillian went to stand up but realized you had tied his legs to the bed. “What the actual fuck?” His eyes went dark. You stood up and walked to him , the clicking of your heels alerted him in a way he couldn’t figure out.
“You seem upset, you should be thankful.”
“Thankful?? You crazy bitch! You clearly drugged me and brought me here.” He spat out making you furrow your eyebrows.
“Now that’s not very nice Cillian. I did not drug you nor have I harmed you in anyway.” Your fingers traced along his jawline that made you shiver. “You just don’t get it, I’m meant to be yours!” Cillians jaw tightened as he listened to you. “I’ve been following you for ages… I’ve been there for you all this time.” Your eyes dampened as you spoke.
He actually felt sorry for you. It was more pity than anything else.
“What exactly do you want from me?” He asked as you sat on the bed next to him.
“Love me.” You brushed your lips against his and at first he wanted to push you away and he could’ve since you never tied up his arms, but something about your pathetic kiss made him curious, it excited him and all the blood had rushed to his dick. It could’ve been the fact he hadn’t fucked anyone in a while and his hand could only do so much.
“How long? How long have you been following me like this?” He asked against your lips.
“Years my love , for five years I’ve always been there! Every red carpet event you went to, every photo shoot I’ve been there. Don’t you see how much I love you.” You pleaded while running your hand across his chest.
“You’ve been stalking me for five years?” His eyes went wide.
“Not stalking, that makes it sound so bad… admiring you baby, I’ve been admiring you.” Your lips pushed into his again making his head spin because this was wrong! He shouldn’t enjoy kissing his stalker but you were so young, so pretty and something about how pathetic you were well it was just as sick but he didn’t care in the moment.
His hands cupped your cheeks making you blush as his lips moved heavily against yours. Your lips parted slightly allowing his tongue access inside of your mouth. You whined which turned him on even more. All of this was wrong both of you knew it but this was what you’ve wanted all along. Cillian bit down on your bottom lip making you whimper while you put yourself on his lap. You could feel his hard on through his pants and you took your chance to grind against him making him groan.
Your hands ran down his chest to grab his shirt and pull it off before you ran your tongue over the exposed skin. That was a first for him. This was all a first for him. His hands rested on your hips helping guide you against his cock. His precum was leaking through his pants and you could feel it against your clothed core but your own wetness was pooling into the fabric. You lifted your lips enough to help pull down your panties, once the fabric was off you raised an eyebrow before shoving the wet part of the fabric in his mouth.
“Now you’re going to be a good boy for me.” Your words made him whine! He even surprised himself with that but the way you took back control so easily was a turn on. To be fair he liked when women had power and maybe that’s why he was giving into you so easily because yes you followed him, gave him gifts but you never harmed him or threatened anyone he cared about. He actually rationalized it while you rubbed your wet cunt against his clothed cock. He felt the sickness drip and it shouldn’t be so hot.
The way you used him for your own pleasure as he laid below you with your wet panties in his mouth it was pornographic. Your mouth hung open as small moans and whimpers escaped you, your hands reached down and ripped his underwear enough to pull out his hard cock. He sighed at the relief. When you slid the head of his cock into your pussy he whined at how tight you were.
“I’ve waited so long for this.” You sighed in pleasure as you sank all the way down onto his cock.
“Yer ungodly tight!” He hissed.
A small smirk appeared on your face as you sat on his cock. He laid below you watching how you slowly bounced on his cock and the dots connected in his head.
“Are ya virgin ?”
“Not anymore!” You ran your hands up his chest and played with his graying chest hair. “I knew I just couldn’t have any man take it, it had to be you. I just wanted you to love me.” Cillian couldn’t believe it , his cock was buried in his young stalkers virgin pussy! But it felt so good! You were that dedicated to him and that fucked up.
You ignored the pain from the stretching as you rode his cock. He held you for support and as long as he held you, you got what you wanted.
“Fuck I don’t think I’m going to last.” He moaned into your ear. To be fair you were close to your own orgasm.
“Cum in me! Please!” And that did it! The way you whined so softly, it was almost a begging sound and he squeezed your hips as his cum spilled inside of you.
“Fuck fuck fuck! It’s so warm!” You sighed in pleasure until your orgasm hit you hard in a way you never felt. Your hand gripped his arms as you looked down at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck!”
“Shh it’s okay!” He pulled you against his sweaty chest and ran his hand through your hair to calm you down. Here he was meeting his stalker, took your virginity at twenty seven years old and now is comforting you after you had admitted that you have been at it for five years. Cillian never once thought about you and now all he can do is think about you and what is going to happen from now on because now he’s fucked in more ways than one.
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jasontoddslittletoe · 7 hours ago
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The darkness that surrounded Gotham was heavy with tension as you stood outside the abandoned warehouse, heart racing. Jason’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, the familiar leather jacket framing his figure like a shroud. He looked worn, the weight of his choices evident in the way he carried himself.
“Why did you follow me?” he asked, his voice low and edged with irritation.
You took a breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Because you’re pushing everyone away, Jason. You can’t keep doing this.”
He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. “You think I care about what you or anyone else thinks? I don’t need anyone, especially not now.”
“Is that really how you feel?” Your voice cracked, desperation creeping in. “You’re not alone. You never have to be. But you make it so damn hard to reach you.”
Jason’s gaze darkened, anger mixing with pain. “You don’t know what it’s like! To feel betrayed, to lose everything! I won’t let you get hurt because of me.”
“I’m already hurting!” you shot back, the words bursting forth. “You’re hurting me more by shutting me out! I want to help you, but you won’t let me in.”
He turned away, fists clenching. “I don’t want your help. I don’t want anyone’s pity. You think this is some kind of game? I’m not the hero you want me to be.”
Your heart ached as you took a step closer, defiance fueling your voice. “I never wanted a hero. I wanted you—the real you. But you keep hiding behind this mask of anger.”
Silence fell between you, the air thick with unresolved feelings. Finally, Jason turned to you, vulnerability flickering behind his hardened exterior. “If you knew the truth, you’d run away. I don’t deserve this… I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” you pleaded, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re worth so much more than your past mistakes. I see you, Jason—the man beneath the pain.”
He shook his head, pain etched on his face. “The man beneath is broken. I can’t drag you into that darkness.”
“Maybe I want to stand with you in that darkness,” you said, voice trembling. “I’d rather face it together than watch you drown in it alone.”
His expression wavered, the conflict evident. But the walls he built were strong, and he was reluctant to let them crumble. “You don’t understand what it means to love someone like me,” he replied, voice thick with emotion.
“Then let me show you,” you whispered, reaching out for him.
For a moment, you thought he might take your hand. But then he stepped back, the distance between you feeling insurmountable. “I can’t. I won’t let you get hurt because of me.”
As he turned and disappeared into the shadows, you felt the weight of his choices press down on you. Love was supposed to be a light in the dark, but in that moment, it felt like a curse—a reminder of what could have been.
A/N: Hi everyone! I’ve finally gotten a break and so here I am, writing the much promised angst😅 hopefully over break I can do more. This was based off of a fanfic i saw a while back. Love you all, and happy halloween 🎃
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kismetologyy · 3 days ago
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Uhhh
So🧍‍♂️
I'm back after centuries of decomposing and I've gotten a new idea
And you guessed it
It's about Legend
I don't have much to say
I've been busy with school and all, and it's been months since I wrote, so this could be really bad
So let's just start
Prompt:
The Chain & You are staying at Lon Lon Ranch for a few days to rest. But you got sick on the way here. Mistakes were made, comfort ensued.
Notes:
Nb!reader | Grumpy Leg | just some cute comfy fluff
Also mentions of puke and other icky stuff
Not proofread btw (and never will be cuz I ain't readin all that again)
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The sun was high up in the sky, the warm rays of light setting everything into a calm environment. Malon was cooking up some delicious lunch while the Links were outside doing some farm work, enjoying the sun and the refreshing wind of the late morning.
It was a peaceful day for all of the Chain, for once.
Well, for almost everyone.
You were stuck in the living room, wrapped tightly in a blanket, accompanied by an old musty bucket at your feet.
You had gotten sick just before your arrival, puking right at Legend's feet, which for the record, made him avoid you even more now.
You had only felt that sick once just now, and Legend was unfortunate enough to be right in front of you.
"I'm not risking to have more of their dinner remains on my shoes!"
As Legend phrased it to the others, refusing to get close to you in a 5 meter radius until you were perfectly up and running again.
You felt better now, but he was still as stubborn as a mule. It was incredible to watch.
Warriors was one of the first to be done with his work, as usual. So he decided to give you some company until lunch was ready.
You had only noticed him after the couch gave in slightly under his weight.
"How's it going? Feeling better?"
Wars tries to shoot up a conversation as he's stripping his armor off for the day. You still don't get why he's wearing it while working on a ranch, with no monsters ever in sight.
You gave a meekly "yeah" as your response, which didn't make his mood any better.
Just as the conversation was about to turn awkward, Twilight and Time had walked in to join the waiting progress, conversing casually before heading over to check on me.
"Ya' good, kid?"
Twilight asked as he leaned over the back of the couch to talk face-to-face, still with his usual country boy accent.
After saying the same reply over and over again to everyone entering in the living room, it was lunch time.
Legend had arrived late, only walking in as the infamous pumpkin soup was being served. But no one bat an eye, since everyone could trust him to be the responsible one out of the younger bunch.
All went quiet after everyone greeted Legend at the table, with only very few of Legend's responses served to his travel companions.
All 10 9 of them were all over you. Even if you told them you were doing fine, they would see it as the apocalypse.
The ranch finally started to settle down, each having their free time to spend with either other members, or being on their own on the ranch on in town.
The sky was quick to turn dark, with a clear night sky as the first stars were appearing just now. You could only sit and watch out of the window as the moon shone over this era of Hyrule. It was fascinating how every era looked uniquely different from each other, but the sky always stayed the same, unaffected by the wars and disasters that stuck Hyrule over the centuries.
Aftera short walk on the ranch and being called inside again by Malon to 'rest', you sat back down on the couch, the couch already remembering the spot on the cushions where you had sat all day.
You had planned to sleep on the couch and maybe get some more alone time rather than share a room.
It was great staying with the Chain, really. But sometimes, enough is enough.
The couch moved as someone put their weight on it. You look over, and right next to you was Legend, staring forward like a statue.
It left you puzzled as to why he sat there so suddenly. Maybe he was the one person who knew you weren't sick anymore? It would only make sense, it's Legend after all.
"... alright?"
You could barely make out what we're the first words he said, but you understood his message.
"Yeah. I'm better."
You thought that was it with the daily interactions between you two, but he didn't move, nor did he say anything else.
It wasn't hard for you to read people, and you could certainly sense that something was up...
You both sit there in an awkward silence, listening to the chirps from various bugs outside. But the silence was quite comfortable.
"Sorry.."
Came a mutter from the hero, which was the last thing you'd expect to hear, and from him of all people. Was he apologizing for something for once? But it did feel like he really meant it, which made you feel somewhat better about ruining his boots a few hours ago.
Nonetheless, you were stunned as you tried to come up with a good answer.
"It's nothing. You dont have to apologize." Was the only thing you would come up with, which only set him back to his unapologetic state.
After yet another session of unbreakable silence, Legend grabbed the unoccupied blanket that was draped over his side of the couch. He got comfortable and laid down, probably not in the mood to sleep with the others either, which wasn't uncommon.
...
"Do you mind?"
He eventually breaks the silence, cause you were sitting too close to him, so he was unable to get his legs up properly.
"Right, sorry."
Was your only response as you moved to the end of the couch. With a soft sigh, Legend got comfortable and closed his eyes to finally rest.
Now your space was taken up, and neither of you wanted to get up and sleep in the same room as the other Links.
So now you tried to think of a solution, eventually laying on your side and trying to squeeze onto the couch with him, facing away from each other to avoid any uncomfortable situation.
You could feel him stir a little to make space, but he clearly wasn't happy about sharing.
The space was too cramped for you to sleep comfortably, but you didn't want to move, even if you had no choice.
So against your will, you got up from the couch and immediately laid down again, now spread out on the carpet right by Legend's feet with a blanket and pillow taken with you to the floor to sleep with.
It wasn't even a minute before someone broke the silence.
"Get up."
The hero that had taken up the couch was now up again, not at all pleased to see you sleeping on the floor like a peasant.
"I'm fine."
You wanted to stay stubborn and let him sleep. But you could only watch as Legend got up from his spot and grabbed your wrists, pulling you frim the carpet right to your feet and almost giving you another nausea attack.
You wanted to protest, but he didn't bother to give you a chance to speak.
"Don't you dare do that when there's clearly space. Ya hear me?"
You could only nod as he plopped you down, obeying him without second thought as you lay down for the third time in one night.
"But I don't want you to sleep on the floor."
It's like you read his mind, since he stopped right in his tracks as he was about to settle down at your feet.
"I can handle it."
"So can I."
"No, you–"
"You know I can."
After a quick round of back and forth, you convinced him to not sleep on the old ragged carpet of the living room. But what now?
You could almost see the gears turning in is head. But he eventually came up with something, which was by far, the dumbest thing he's ever done, and something that he will probably regret forever.
"Move over."
He tried to make this quick and easy, and you only followed his command as he pushed you a hit to squeeze in behind you, now between you and the couch.
Being the nice person you are, you gave him some of your blanket, and he surprisingly accepted.
It was an awkward situation, with Legend pressed against your back in dead silence, squeezed together to avoid falling onto the well-aged carpet in the middle of the night.
At first I was hard to even keep your eyes closed, but exhaustion slowly took over as your eyes started to droop.
But something ripped you out of your peace that made your heart speed up.
The veteran had draped his arm over you, holding you close as you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. It was heavy and calm, which meant sleep probably took him earlier than you.
But you knew he was a light sleeper, so without any resistance, you held onto his arm before exhaustion finally took you into a deep sleep.
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You thought you had rested well, but turns out it was still way too early, since the sun wasn't even up yet.
And you weren't the first to notice, since Legend's arm was gone from your hold, but he was still there, probably trying to keep some distance between your bodies.
You couldn't resist the temptation anymore, imagining his drowsy eyes and his hair all over the place. You shifted your body carefully, slowly turning over to face him.
He was already observing you from the moment he was awake, but there was another awkward stare between you two.
And man.
He looked even better than you imagined.
Everything about him looked more appealing than ever. Or maybe you didn't notice until getting so close to him.
...
"Morning."
You attempt to break the silence of the early morning, wanting to stay on good terms with him.
"Morning."
He replied the same way. He never was much of a talker in the morning, and you didn't mind it.
It felt strange comforting to lay there with him. It warms your heart at just how nice he could be.
But you didn't expect him to do such a bold move.
He was now huddled up to you again, this time with his face buried in your chest. You could see his blush reaching all the way up to his long pointy ears, and my god was he cute.
The comforting space you created only got better as he seemed to relax against you, with your hand now placed on his back to keep him there.
"Hey?"
You tried to get his attention, which succeeded as he looked up at you, his face still flushed a reddish color.
"Is it okay if I rant a little?"
Legend agreed without much interest, bringing you forth to start rambling mindlessly to him. It was almost therapeutic having someone to talk to. And it seemed like he really didn't mind, just wanting to hold onto you.
It's kind of funny, how the one hero that is always so tense is cuddling with you at this moment.
Both of you lay there in silence for a long time, almost falling asleep again from the little comfort bubble you've created.
Legend's face was burried in your chest as you traced some nonsensical patterns on his back.
But then both of you started hearing the creaking footsteps coming from the guests room, where the other heroes are situated.
Before you could even say something to alert Legend, he sprung up from the couch, almost tumbling over you as he got up.
He was up just in time, as Time and Warriors entered the living room area.
"Morning. Where were you two even? I didn't see you at all."
Warriors mentioned as he walked over, just being curious.
"I slept on the floor while [Name] was on the couch."
Legend lied right in his face, but you could understand that he didn't want to be seen cuddling with anyone.
"Protecting the ladies, are we?"
Warriors started teasing again, which immediately broke out into a bickering fight.
But Time was watching this conversation with a big smirk before stopping them from causing any accidents.
Time had come to the kitchen at night to get some water. And on the way there, he spotted the two of you huddled up together.
But your secret is safe with him.
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It's not as bad as I thought it would be, and that's wonderful👍
Now that the children have been fed, I must dissapear for another 3 months.
Peace✌️
—♡
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allebasimaianunes · 23 hours ago
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lamb of god diary's † father charlie mayhew short-fic
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sumary: there's a lamb of god very much loyalty for hers favorite preacher. so she writers everything what happens with both like her own bible. the bible of the sinners.
autor's note: my fisrt "fanfic" in english. the ideia it's this sounds like a really deep dive on the mind of a girl (reader) while she envolves with her priest, like a real diary where i'll can find thoughts and randoms stuffs about her life.
warning contend: sexual mention, lost of virginity, prient kink. drabble.
word count: 803
language: english
soundtrank inspo: preacher's daughter (ofc)!!!
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lamb's diary. oct, 30 of 2024.
Father Charlie Mayhew was so incredibly hungry for me.
He needed to possess me, maddened, completely intoxicated by his own desires. And I wanted it too, I won’t lie! When he approached me—an angel in the church, a smirk on his beautiful face—I knew exactly what we’d be doing in that secluded place.
He looked deeply into my eyes during communion, letting me feel his touch as he placed the body of Christ on my tongue, whispering, “Come to me tonight.”
I was so nervous and anxious about it! In the midst of guilt and sadness, I always wanted this: the bodily contact, the intimacy, the singular pleasure that I sometimes indulged in alone but which, at times, was not enough. My perverted thoughts had haunted me, haunted me while I walked with my dog and saw the new priest jogging in those ridiculous shorts, his slim shirt clinging to his muscular body; haunted me when he fixed his gaze on me, on my body, with a hidden desire in his dark eyes; haunted me as I touched myself alone in bed, with the holy Virgin Mary looking down on me in mercy until I climaxed, thinking of Father Charlie fucking me so hard that it broke my bed.
Then I’d wake up from a wet dream of him, telling myself it wasn’t real. Until that day, when I entered his room. I sat on the simple wooden chair, hands clasped in my lap, looking at him with expectation.
Charlie sat on the bed, which sank under the weight of his muscular frame, his dark, intense eyes undressing me. His breathing was already heavy with desire, which I could tell by the bulge forming in his black cotton pants. He slowly declared his intentions, asked my thoughts on celibacy and sex. My response was simple, lacking arguments—a passive plea, revealing my need to be devoured by that man, so powerful in his presence. He whispered about God and the outdated dogmas of the church as he unbuttoned the front of my dress with one hand (he’s very skilled with his fingers, I might add).
With rough lips, dripping words from his soft tongue, he kissed me passionately. It was a delicious, desperate kiss, far more experienced than my first kiss, and Charlie knew how to move his hands. He made me sigh with passion, squeezed me between his palms, made me tremble as he undressed both of us. His body was a temple of temptation, sculpted and strong. He was big. As he laid me down on the bed, covering me with angelic, affectionate kisses, I felt something hard pressing against me. That’s when I thought, “Oh my God! It’s going to happen!” With abruptness, he removed my panties, followed by his own underwear, leaving us both completely exposed to each other, eyes filled with lust. His desire was dripping from him, radiating a strange, forbidden aura through his gaze, while I felt like a lamb about to be sacrificed.
Since I like metaphors, here’s one: with his sharp-bladed dagger, he pierced my throbbing core, causing a sharp pain that bled down to its hilt, flowing from the wound and bringing me closer to the sacred light. A radiance enveloped me—my thoughts, my body. A small death that revived me when he finished, filling me with himself and asking forgiveness for everything. But it wasn’t over. He kissed his way down, cleaned me with the blanket, and began to pray between my legs. Sacred incantations. Within minutes, I reached the epitome of something far greater than myself, giving myself over completely. Me, cruel.
Lying next to him, staring at the white ceiling, I lazily asked, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” to which Charlie laughed, his chest shaking as he responded smoothly, “Of course not.”
I knew it was a lie, but in that moment, I preferred to believe the sweet honeyed words of that serpent.
Then he helped me up, asked if I was okay, offered me warm water, helped me dress, and guided me to the door. The rectory was strangely empty, but Charlie whispered that God had arranged it all.
With a strange fear lodged in my throat, he gave me his blessing, and I went home, feeling a burning between my legs and a numbness in my mind. I must say, this has been happening for weeks. I enter his room, he devours me, ravenous, and then I slip from his hands as if I’m leaving the scene of a crime. And isn’t that what it is, really? A priest shouldn’t be doing this… well, I don’t think Charlie should even be a priest, but that’s another story.
In the end, though, it’s consuming me bit by bit.
Father Charlie Mayhew is consuming me entirely. And I’m not complaining.
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theonlyonesora · 2 days ago
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Bound by Obligation - Chapter 1: An Arrangement of Distance
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The garden was a sea of twilight, bathed in the dusky tones of lavender and maroon as the evening folded in upon itself. The scent of jasmine drifted lazily through the breeze, mixing with the earthy dampness from the soil below. The moon, hanging low on the horizon, cast silver streaks over the cobblestone path where Kira and Suguru walked side by side, though they seemed miles apart in spirit.
They were an odd pair. From a distance, they might look harmonious, gliding through the garden like the perfect married couple. But upon closer inspection, the tension between them shimmered like the heat rising from a flame—subtle but undeniable. Suguru’s gaze flitted to her briefly, his practiced smile masking the annoyance that brewed just beneath the surface.
He hated this. Hated her—not because she had done anything particularly offensive, but because of what she represented: the powerless, the "monkeys," the humans devoid of cursed energy. Kira was a delicate thread tying him to the mundane, and he resented it. Her presence, however calm, was a chain clamped around his neck.
And yet, there she was—walking with grace and composure, her light eyes gleaming with a quiet knowing. She looked calm on the surface, but Suguru knew better. People with such stillness always harbored storms beneath. She was clever—irritatingly so.
“Had fun today, my dear?” Suguru asked, the question sliding off his tongue with ease. He forced a smile that never reached his eyes.
Kira glanced sideways at him, her expression indifferent but not without a trace of tired amusement. “Hmm, yes” she said softly, her voice laced with dry sarcasm.
Her words held no weight, a mere formality in return for his charade. Suguru narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, studying her face for cracks—any sign that she might be struggling with this marriage more than he was. But she was unreadable. A wall in human form.
“You didn’t enjoy yourself,” he stated, voice smooth but hollow, like a performer reciting lines from a script.
Kira let out a soft chuckle, bitter and fleeting. “I could say the same for you.” She turned her gaze forward, her stride steady. “No need to fake it. I know you’re not happy about this arrangement.”
Suguru’s steps faltered, his forced smile slipping—just for a second—before he quickly masked it with another. She had called him out so easily, with a precision that made his skin crawl.
“How observant,” he murmured, his tone tinged with irritation. His smile grew tighter, and the corners of his mouth twitched with annoyance.
Kira’s voice was like a knife slicing through silk, deliberate and calm. “It must be exhausting—pretending to be happy all the time.”
Suguru exhaled sharply, the mask falling for a moment. She was infuriating—this woman with no cursed energy, seeing through him so effortlessly. A puzzle he couldn't solve.
“You’re right,” he muttered, letting his real voice—cold and indifferent—finally slip through. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, curious despite himself. “So, you’re not exactly thrilled about this either?”
Kira shrugged, her movements slow and deliberate. “Agree or not, it changes nothing.”
Suguru hummed, appreciating her bluntness, even if it irked him. “True. We’re both trapped in this.”
A silence settled between them, the only sound the crunch of pebbles beneath their feet. The garden’s beauty felt distant, like a painting they couldn’t touch—just out of reach, like everything else in their lives.
Then, Kira tilted her head slightly, a glint of challenge flickering in her gaze. “What do you say we strike a deal?”
Suguru raised a brow, intrigued despite himself. “A deal?”
Kira’s lips quirked in a small, humorless smile. “We stop pretending—at least when we’re alone. You won’t bother me, and I won’t bother you. We do our own thing.” She paused, her dark eyes steady on his. “And I’ll respect your space, Suguru. I know you don’t like being touched by me.”
He blinked, momentarily stunned by her directness. No one had ever spoken to him like this before—not without fear or reverence. But Kira was neither afraid nor impressed by him. She treated him like an equal, though without warmth. It unsettled him.
He huffed, a low chuckle escaping him. “You’re surprisingly perceptive for someone without cursed energy.”
“Not cursed, just observant,” she replied dryly, her sarcasm threading through her words.
Suguru considered her proposal, weighing the freedom it offered. No need to act, no need to pretend. Just a quiet, unspoken understanding between two unwilling participants in this farce of a marriage.
“Fine,” he said, his tone clipped. “As long as I don’t have to be near you, I’m in.”
Kira gave a small, sad smile—so subtle that it almost passed unnoticed. Almost. But Suguru noticed everything.
“Something bothering you?” he asked before he could stop himself. The words came out sharper than intended, more curious than concerned.
“Yes,” she said simply, her gaze distant. “It’s been bothering me for a long time now.”
He didn’t know why he wanted to ask more, but the words slipped out regardless. “Explain.”
Kira sighed, her expression unchanging. “People make me tired, Suguru.’
‘Most of them aren’t worth the effort.” Suguru found himself nodding. He understood that sentiment more than he cared to admit. Humans were exhausting. Weak. Clingy. Disappointing.
“Especially people like me, right?” Kira’s voice was devoid of resentment—just an observation, clinical and cold.
Suguru smirked, finding a strange comfort in her honesty. “You expect me to deny it?”
“No,” she said with a small shrug. “I’m not dumb. You’re disgusted by me. That’s obvious.”
Suguru stopped walking, turning to face her fully. She was close now, too close, but she stood her ground. Her gaze was sharp and unwavering, cutting through the night like a blade.
“You really don’t care what I think of you, do you?” he asked, more amused than annoyed now.
“No,” Kira said bluntly. “You don’t matter to me.”
Suguru chuckled, the sound low and dry. “Fair enough.”
They stood in silence, two souls tethered by obligation but drifting in separate currents.
And yet, something strange stirred in Suguru’s chest—a flicker of something he couldn’t name. She was different from anyone he had ever known. Not because she lacked cursed energy, but because she faced him without fear. She didn’t want anything from him. No admiration, no approval. Just distance. And strangely enough, he found that refreshing.
For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to truly know her. But the thought was fleeting, like a shadow that slips away before it can be caught.
“We’re here,” he said, nodding toward the house.
Kira stopped a few paces away from him, maintaining the distance between them.
Suguru smirked. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll bite?”
Kira rolled her eyes, her sarcasm cutting through the night. “I’m just keeping my distance—who knows what a sorcerer like you might be carrying.”
Suguru laughed, genuinely this time, the sound surprising even him. Perhaps this marriage wouldn’t be so unbearable after all.
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drunk-person · 2 hours ago
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The Promises We Make
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Pairing: King!Aemond Targaryen x lover!reader
Summary: She was supposed to be his. Not that filthy bastard. He knew her first. He loved her first. Only to they give her hand in marriage to Jacaerys Velaryon. But now the war is won, and as the new king Aemond can have whatever he wants, and he wants her. He wants to fulfill the promise he made to her outside the sept all those years ago.
WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, forced voyeurism, consensual exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex F and M receiving, anal sex (very little, but it's there), possessive sex, dom/sub tones if you squint, mentions of murder, Aemond murdering more kin, bastardophobia, Jacaerysphobia, no description for reader.
Word cont: 4.800k
A/n: My little contribution to Halloween "very evil laugh here". To my Aemond wives: This is basically the dirtiest, slightly darkest thing I've ever written, I'm blushing as I post it. Let's go!
Before
The sept was full of people to watch Prince Jacaerys' wedding, he waited anxiously next to the septon for the bride's arrival while slightly moving his hands.
The door opened and Lady Y/n walked in, at the same moment everyone turned to look at her. Y/n smiled beautifully as she struggled to walk down the hallway, feeling her legs still wobbly and slightly damp.
Her eyes burned as they met Jacaerys' and her smile grew even wider. Her steps became more confident, and when she reached the end of the walk, she stopped in front of the septon, still with that smile on her face.
Jacaerys watched her, visibly confused. They had met about three moons ago and the wedding had been arranged. Until then, he hadn't thought she was so eager to get married, since she barely spoke to him usually. But there she was, eager to marry him.
Interlude
Things had never been so bad. His mother and brothers had perished, and from what he could tell Daemon had also found the stranger, only he was left, the last one to survive. Jacaerys did not know if this was a gift or a punishment.
He could have fled, gone to the free cities and been free now. But he was no coward, he was a Targaryen and would not back down. But courage did not help him much when his uncle's men captured him and brought him to the black cells of the red keep.
Aemond Targaryen. Not content with the title of kinslayer after murdering Luke, he sought even deeper immoralities.
He murdered one by one all the ratcatchers at Aegon's command while they begged for their lives. He killed Rhaenys and exposed the charred remains of the queen who never be, to the kingdom after her victory. He personally beheaded each of the remaining ones who swore fealty to Rhaenyra. He burned the riverlands until only ashes remained on the ground without caring if there were innocents there. He personally exterminated House Strong from end to end, sparing no nobles or bastards, women or children.
At the end of the war, when everything seemed lost, he guided his uncle, Daemon Targaryen, into a trap. From what little was known, Aemond Targaryen lured him to Harrenhall Castle, where, separated from Caraxes, he ambushed him in a dark corridor and before the Rogue Prince knew what was happening, he was dead.
And now with the death of Aegon, who had finally succumbed to his wounds and died shortly after murdering Rhaenyra. Aemond had lost his title of one-eyed prince and kinslayer in favor of a new one.
King Aemond Targaryen, the cruel.
Now
The cell was opened with a loud noise and Jacaerys turned to see two guards enter the cell and drag him out without further explanation. And he just followed them without question, but he began to frown when he noticed that he was being taken to the bedroom wing of the fortress.
-Where are you taking me? - He asked, but received no answer.
The guards took him to one of the rooms, tied him to a chair with a thick rope, and without saying a word to him, left him there alone.
A little while later, the door opened behind Jacaerys, who felt the back of his neck shiver. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and suddenly all sounds seemed to become quieter. There was no need to look back to know who had entered the room.
A low murmur left no doubt, Aemond had ordered him to be taken there.
-Enjoying your stay, my Lord Strong? - He asked in that cynical and cruel voice that made Jacaerys's blood boil in his veins.
-Velaryon. - He growled through his teeth, and Aemond just hummed as he gently curved his lips.
-No, it isn't. And we both know that. But now I don't need to pretend that you're nothing more than a bastard dressed as a prince walking around the court. - Aemond had a deadly voice as he spoke.
-What are you going to do? Murder me tied up like the coward that you are? Just like you did with Luke?
Aemond laughed as if Jacaerys was telling a joke.
-Please don't try to boost your own ego, we both also know that you wouldn't last even a breath in combat against me. - When he finished, Aemond was serious again.
-I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet. - His cruel voice sounded through the room.
-So what do you want from me? - Jacaerys glared at him angrily. - If you expect me to bend the knee, forget it, I will never do it.
-I don't need bastards to bend the knee to me, their false loyalty doesn't represent any value to me. I'm already the king. - He walked while mocking Jacaerys.
-But there are certain things that need to be put in their proper place. There are some promises I made that need to be kept because after all I am a man of my word.
Jacaerys did not understand a word of what Aemond was saying, and came to think that he had finally lost his mind. Until then there was a knock on the door and he said the words that changed everything.
-Come in, my dear.
The door opened and then closed behind him, soft footsteps sounded against the floor and to Jacaerys's horror when the person finally entered his field of vision he discovered that the one who had come through the door was Y/n, his Y/n. He clenched his fists, locking his jaw, trying to free himself from the chair. Aemond approached her and passed the back of his right hand gently across her face as she closed her eyes.
-Get away from her. - Jacaerys shouted in fury.
-I could. - Aemond just laughed as he addressed him again. - If she wanted me to stay away.
-She never wanted you, my dear bastard. It was always me. - Aemond's mocking smile almost tore his cheeks as he caressed Y/n's neck with his fingertips, his stomach tingling with contentment as he saw her sweet, soft skin shivering with his touch.
-Lie. - Jacaerys practically shouted as he stared at Aemond with cold eyes.
-I'm going to show you the lie. - The king said, suddenly becoming very serious, his eyes flashing in the direction of his bastard nephew.
-Take off your clothes. - He ordered Y/n who hesitated for a second because she was in front of Jacaerys.
-Aemond… - She blushed visibly looking at his hands.
-I said take off your clothes. - He murmured the order very seriously as he gently caressed her chin.
She then obeyed, and looking only at Aemond she removed them piece by piece little by little, becoming completely naked. The look of pure desire he gave her made her press her thighs together tightly as she bit her lip, momentarily forgetting that Jace was in the room.
-Come here, my love. - He called her, extending his hand and Y/n immediately went to meet him eagerly.
-Always so obedient to me. - He said, stroking her hair as she practically rubbed her head against his hand.
Jacaerys watched this without reacting. Y/n had never obeyed him, she seemed like a wild horse. She wouldn't let him touch her, she was never willing to sleep with him, she was cold and cruel no matter what he tried, the few times they lay together she hadn't even moved in bed, or completely removed her clothes, seeming to do nothing. the slightest matter of being there. And now here she was obediently naked before Aemond as she melted into his touches.
Aemond moved his hands down to her nipples and squeezed them languidly, making her open her mouth in a soft moan, while she leaned towards him, silently begging for more. He then brought his mouth to her left nipple, sucking and kissing it, making her moan softly for him as he caressed his hair, pulling his mouth closer and closer to her.
The king then brought his right hand to the top of Y/n's thighs and smiled mischievously against the flesh of her breast, still with the nipple between his teeth, as he felt the moisture that was there.
-Always so wet for me.
He then had an idea. And releasing Y/n, causing her to let out a groan of frustration, he positioned a chair in front of Jacaerys a short distance away.
-Sit here, my dear. - He waved his hand, and Y/n, even hesitantly, did so.
-Now I want you to open your beautiful legs for me, and rest them on the chair. - He spoke in that soft voice and Y/n felt herself blushing to the roots of her hair for doing that in front of Jacaery, but she did it anyway.
Aemond stopped behind her and slowly ran his hand down Y/n's body, caressing her breasts, her belly until he reached where he wanted. And then he opened the lips of her pussy, exposing her to Jace. The wetness dripped from inside her uncontrollably, wet like Jace had never seen.
Aemond smiled mischievously as he gently caressed her folds, spreading more and more of the fluids that ran from her pussy, making her moan and gasp.
-Just look at her, Jacaerys. - He said maliciously. - Melting for me, so wet.
-Has she ever wet herself like this for you? - He said, slapping Y/n's pearl, making her scream as she threw her head back.
-That's enough! - Jacaerys shouted, fuming with rage at seeing his wife in that situation.
Aemond just laughed darkly as he inserted two fingers into Y/n's intimacy, who threw her head back in pleasure with the movements he made.
-Oh my dear Lord Strong, this will only end when I have fucked each of her delicious holes in front of you and taught you how a lady likes to be treated.
As he said that, he squeezed that spongy spot inside Y/n, making her beg for his name in pure desperation. Her moist flesh pressed against Aemond's fingers, begging for more contact, begging to be filled.
-Always making such sweet sounds for me, sweet girl. - Aemond whispered close to her ear, making Y/n gasp squeezing the back of the chair with that voice sounding so close.
With an almost evil smile, gently licking his lips, Aemond turned around, lowering himself between her legs in front of the chair and without warning, pulling her by the thighs, leaving her wet and warm pussy very close to his face.
-Raise your hips a little for me, my dear. - He asked in a firm voice and she did it at the same moment, needing his care more than ever. - Good girl.
Without waiting another second, the king took her moist folds into his mouth, tasting her with desire, eliciting screams and gasps from her lips, which for Aemond were as sweet as that pussy.
-Oh Aemond… - She sighed his name between degrading moans of pleasure as he sucked her pearl and played with her using his tongue, while his long fingers hit that specific spot inside her that made her scream every time. - More, please, more.
Aemond laughed in pure malice against her, making her feel even more pleasure, her soft walls contracting against his fingers as her whole body began to spasm slightly, Y/n's moans became louder and more debauched as she tangled her hands in Aemond's silver hair, practically rubbing herself against his face as ecstasy took over her body, screaming the king's name in desperation as she reached her peak and collapsed against the chair, feeling boneless. The body giving slight spasms as Aemond teased her sensitive pearl with the tip of his tongue even after the intense orgasm.
-Who do you belong to? - Came the firm question in Aemond's laconic voice as he held her by the hair to face him, now standing in front of the chair.
-To you, my king. - She sighed, staring at him.
-Then get on your knees for me like the good girl I know you are! - He growled, still holding her by the hair, making Y/n moan with contentment as she got up from the chair with her legs still slightly shaking.
As she stood up, she caught a glimpse of Jacaerys again, momentarily even forgetting that he was there, and with a mischievous smile she knelt in front of the chair where Aemond was now sitting.
-You know what to do, Issa jorrāelagon. (My love). - He murmured with a sickly side smile to Jacaerys who was about to vomit, while delicately stroking Y/n's locks of hair.
-Yes, my king. - She sighed, nodding eagerly. Without needing to hear anything else, she guided her hands to the laces of Aemond's pants, pulling them avidly, overcome by the desire to please him too.
Her hungry eyes shone as she finally placed them on Aemond's already hard and leaking cock, caressing his hardness with a lewd smile on her lips. Y/n ran her soft hands all over his length, from the base to the tip, leaving a gentle caress with the tip of her thumb on the slit from where that pearly liquid slowly flowed.
With an even bigger smile when she heard the king grunt softly, she finally brought her lips to the tip of his cock, slowly sucking only that part until her cheeks sank, moaning at the same time as he felt the strong taste of his pre-cum on the tip of his tongue.
Breathing deeply through her nose, she lowered her lips as far as she could, sucking and licking him with praise. Taking her mouth off and taking a breath, she only lowered her lips to his balls and kissed and sucked them hard while she moved her hand back and forth on his member, eliciting grunts and gasps from his trembling lips. Without warning, she lowered her lips once more to his cock, making him growl and tangle his hands in her wild hair.
-I'll fuck your mouth. - He growled, giving the first thrust against her lips and Y/n did her best to nod, feeling her eyes water. Aemond grunted lightly with his hands tangled in Y/n's voluminous hair while she sucked his cock hard, kneeling between his legs more like a whore than a lady.
-That's enough. - He growled, feeling his body tremble slightly with agonizing pleasure on the edge of the abyss, making Y/n remove her mouth from his cock and look at him with those doe eyes shining with tears, as if she hadn't just sucked him like a whore, her lips still full of saliva and pre-cum.
-Come here, sweet girl. - He pulled her to sit on his lap with a sideways smile, leaving a hungry and wet kiss on her lips, feeling her moan and rub her hot, wet mouth against him hungrily. For a moment he almost forgot about Jacaerys' presence in the room, so lost in the softness of Y/n's lips and pussy.
Until he heard the sound of wood hitting the floor and looked at his nephew over Y/n's shoulder, letting out a laugh when he saw him writhing in his chair, his eyes burning with fury as he tried to free himself.
-I thought you were stronger than that, my dear nephew. - Aemond murmured mockingly as he firmly squeezed Y/n's ass with both hands, making her moan and throw her head back, rubbing herself even more against his cock.
-Aemond please…- She sighed without caring about Jacaerys. - Please…
-Please what, my sweet? - He asked, laughing, kissing her neck roughly as he looked cruelly at Jace, waiting for Y/n's answer.
-Fuck me. - She begged him without any shame, grinding on his thighs and rubbing her wet folds against his hard, leaking member. - Please fuck me, my king. I'm yours.
-Did you hear that, bastard? - Aemond growled, serrated his lips and then biting Y/n's neck, making her scream for him. - It's me she wants!
With these words, he brought his right hand to the friction zone between the two of them and with a smile of satisfaction, guided his own hard cock, leaking inside her, making her moan with satisfaction as she descended on him.
-Yes… yes… yes… - She sighed in joy, feeling him stretch every corner of her to the edge, scratching the leather of his jerkin, hungry for more contact, hungry for more of Aemond.
-My girl is so needy. - Aemond hissed, slamming his hips against hers firmly, making her scream. - Always eager for my touch, always begging for me.
-Harder, Aemond. - She moaned between sighs as she nodded her head, going crazy with each bite the king left on her neck. Going up and down on his cock, riding him harder and harder, feeling goosebumps covering her skin with the sensation of pleasure that only Aemond could give her. - Please… please…
Growling with pleasure, Aemond tangled his left hand in her hair and pulled her against him, taking her lips in a wild kiss full of greedy bites, while lifting her hips from the chair harder, making her tremble above him and grip him even tighter.
Pulling her lower lip into a bite, he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, sucking and caressing them with his tongue, drawing even more pleasure from Y/n, who threw her head back lost in pleasure, finding her husband's glazed eyes watching the scene, looking like he was about to vomit.
The pleasure in her core multiplied. She liked the feeling. She liked seeing the humiliation in Jacaerys' eyes as Aemond took her. Y/n liked the feeling of knowing that he was feeling even more humiliated than she felt every time she was forced to endure his touch.
Feeling Y/n's walls contracting around him, Aemond guided his hand to her sensitive pearl that gently brushed against his pelvis with synchronized movements and caressed her even harder, making her scream and tremble above him, rolling her eyes in pure pleasure.
-Who do you belong to? - He growled breathlessly into her ear, feeling on the verge of his own orgasm.
-You, my king! - She practically sobbed amidst her moans, burying her face contorted with pleasure in the gap between his neck and shoulder, still riding him with trembling legs. - You. Only you.
-Look closely, you bastard. - Aemond growled, rolling his eyes in pleasure as he fucked Y/n with abandon. - I want you to see how well she cums on my cock.
With a loud moan of Aemond's name, Y/n came all over his cock, shuddering and convulsing as she collapsed on him, squeezing him so hard that she practically ripped the orgasm out of the king, who grunted and bit her shoulder, feeling the pleasure tear him apart as his seed invaded her hot pussy.
The two of them stood still for a few moments, panting and immersed in pleasure. The only sound in the room was their uneven breathing. Jacaerys could very well be dead in all that silence. Little by little, Aemond felt his cock slowly come back to life as Y/n's pussy spasmed around him, driving him completely crazy.
She whimpered against Aemond's neck, feeling his now semi-erect cock still buried deep in her sensitive intimacy. Aemond cooed softly at her as he stroked her hair.
-Are you okay, my dear?
She nodded at him as she stared at him with a tear-stained face.
-Can you hold one more for me? - He asked, tucking a strand of Y/n's wild hair behind her ear.
-Yes. - She sighed, throwing her arms around his neck and panting when she felt Aemond harden beneath her again.
-Then be good, go to the bed and get on your hands and knees for me. - He murmured with his lips pressed against Y/n's ear, while firmly squeezing both of her ass cheeks.
Y/n stood up and gasped as her body disconnected from Aemond's and with wobbly legs she walked slowly to the bed, not sparing even a glance at her husband still tied to the chair. Aemond's seed ran down her thighs along with her own fluids and with a sigh she knelt on the bed making every effort to stay steady, with her legs aching after sex.
Aemond walked to the bed and opening the last drawer he took the bottle of oil and Y/n moaned with contentment already knowing what was coming. He positioned himself behind her and gently kissed each of her ass cheeks before spreading them, exposing her wrinkled hole. She sighed at him and leaned her body even further forward just as she knew Aemond liked, her gaze meeting Jace's at that moment with a smile of pure satisfaction as she saw tears running down his damn face.
Y/n then felt the first finger soaked in oil entering her ass and sighed as she buried her face between the sheets. It didn't take long for Aemond to insert the second and then the third while making slow movements with his hand. He brought his other hand to her swollen clitoris and gently stimulated it, making her sigh and moan with the double stimulation.
And when he removed his fingers she waited anxiously for what was to come, the feeling of pleasure taking over her body as Aemond invaded her ass with his cock slowly.
-Seven hells. - Aemond moaned as he sheathed himself completely inside her. - Always so tight back here.
He then slapped Y/n's ass making her moan and began to fuck her hard against the mattress while she moaned desperately. Aemond pressed her pearl again leaving her a mess of moans and gasps for him as she begged for more. She no longer had any strength in her arms and collapsed on the bed, only with her hips raised as Aemond held them and she tried to keep them in the right position with the little strength she had left in her body.
-Whose cunt is this Y/n? - Aemond growled as he pinched her pearl between his fingers making her scream and spasm on the sheets.
-Y-yours Aemond. - She whimpered at him with tears of pleasure running down her cheeks.
-And whose mouth is this? - He murmured leaning down and kissing her in a way that could be passionate and dirty at the same time.
-Only yours my king. - She moaned between kisses.
-And whose is this tight, delicious ass? - He asked, slapping her left cheek, fucking her even harder while stimulating her clitoris with his fingertips.
-Yours. - Y/n cried and moaned. - Only yours, Aemond. Only yours. Always only yours my king.
Jacaerys could no longer look, could no longer feel repulsion, all of this was too much for him. Y/n was his, it was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be the king. Y/n was supposed to be his wife. Tears ran uncontrollably down his face as he saw his wife being degraded in the worst and most repulsive way before his eyes.
-Cum for me one more time Issa jorrāelagon. (My love). - Aemond spoke with his body glued to hers as he sped up his movements, and shortly after Y/n came with a moan and collapsed on the bed while Aemond came deep in her ass with a guttural moan and bit her right shoulder.
-I love you. - She said with a tired smile as Aemond pulled out of her and kept his own intimacy in his pants.
-Avy jorrāelan tolī, issa jorrāelagon. (I love you too, my love). - He murmured softly only for Y/n's tired and sleepy ears, as he left a wet kiss between her shoulder blades.
Y/n had never said those words to Jacaerys, had never even come close, had never even told him that he was tolerable. And a tear of pure hatred and betrayal ran down his face. He saw her in bed falling asleep covered in sweat with Aemond's seed dripping down her holes while Aemond smiled victoriously at him.
-What did you do all this for? - He asked with a choked voice trying to keep it steady, feeling the bile about to make him vomit after seeing one of the greatest atrocities of life happen in front of him. - You already had her now.
Aemond walked slowly towards Jacaerys with confident steps and a smile that was a mix of victory and malice.
-No my hateful nephew. I always had her. She was always mine. And you always trying to steal what is not yours dared to put your filthy paws on her perfect body! - He hissed with his eyes burning with fury, leaning over the chair and staring at him deeply.
-On your wedding day she came to me crying and begged me to take her virginity so that she would not have it stolen by you. - He smiled at the memory in an almost melancholic way. - And I did as she asked and fucked her, while she was still wearing that wedding dress, before you had even seen her in it.
-When she entered the sept, it was with my seed dripping down her thighs, just like now. - Aemond laughed victoriously as he watched Jace shake his head in pure shock and sadness.
-She never wanted you, she came to me every chance she got and begged me to give her the pleasure she knew only I could give her. - He hissed angrily, his voice low and deadly. - She told me she felt disgusted every time she needed to feel your touch against her skin and that she would kill you in your sleep if she could.
If Aemond had told him this a few hours ago, Jace would have denied it, said he was lying, but now… there was no denying the facts. Not after the torture she had subjected him to. Not after seeing his wife being sodomized by his uncle while she cried and begged for more beneath him.
-And now… - Aemond said, approaching with a sick smile as he pulled the dagger from his belt. - I will fulfill the promise I made her years ago.
And with his eyes still glazed over from the nightmare he had been forced to watch, Jacaerys waited silently for the stranger, who was certainly coming to meet him in the form of Aemond Targaryen.
The promise
-When my brother is king and I am your hand, I will take you for myself in front of that filthy bastard, and when I finish giving you pleasure, I will cut his throat and take you as my wife. - Aemond whispered softly against her jugular, very close to her ear, making her skin crawl.
And with that promise, Lady Y/n entered the sept to marry Prince Jacaerys with a smile on her face.
The future
Y/n felt free, she felt light, she felt like the most beautiful creature in all the kingdoms. The maids were preparing her wedding dress, beautiful as only something royal could be.
The council warned Aemond about the fact that marrying the wife of Prince Jacaerys, who had consistent rumors that the king himself had slit his throat, would not help improve his already low reputation. But he did not care. And ignoring all opinions, he set the wedding date as soon as possible, because he was sure that his seed had already taken root now with the absence of moon tea.
And today, finally, the most important day of all had arrived. She would finally be Aemond's, Aemond's and his alone, no more unwanted touches, no more pain, no more tears. She would be his alone. And that was why she smiled as they arranged her clothes. Shortly after they had finished dressing, combing her hair and putting her shoes on, all the maids left her alone in the room. It wasn't long before she heard a light knock on the door. Frowning, she went over and opened it, finding a young page standing there with a yellowed piece of paper between his fingers.
-The king ordered this to be delivered to you my lady. - He said, giving her the paper, bowing and then walking away.
Y/n smiled even wider if possible, and when she opened the paper, she thought her heart would explode with pure happiness.
"I'm thinking of you, see you in the sept.
A.T."
She pressed the letter to her chest with a sigh of joy, and then safely put it away in her bedside drawer.
Lady Y/n, soon to be queen, entered the sept with a smile from ear to ear, but this time it was for all the right reasons.
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I Wanna Be Yours - Chapter 2
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Pairing: Sylus X Reader
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Tasked with infiltrating the life of Sylus, the most wanted man in the N109 zone, you're torn between what is right and feels right, blurring the line between duty and desire. As danger escalates, you must decide whether to carry out your mission or succumb to the magnetic pull of the man you're meant to destroy. In this game of power and obsession, betrayal could cost you everything.
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Content warnings ⚠️
Dark Themes, Yandere! Reader and Yandere! Sylus! Power play. Violence and Gore. Smut (in later chapters). Stalking/surveillance. Reader slowly losing her mind maybe. Sylus being hot and a menace. TRIGGER WARNING: Murder and panic attacks
If you feel there’s any other warnings I need to add then please reach out and let me know!
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The heavy scent of books filled the air of Sylus' office, an old, refined space that exuded power and wealth. Mahogany-panelled walls, meticulous order, and rich tones filled the space. His sleek black laptop rested on the desk in front of him, and beside that lay a red crow pin, a subtle symbol of his identity, one that carried weight even in silence.
Leaning back in his leather chair, Sylus’ fingers languidly traced the sharp edges of the crow pin, his gaze fixed on Mephisto’s silent feed as it scrolled across his screen. His sharp red eyes gleamed with interest as he tracked your movements through the apartment, his gaze predatory, lingering on each unguarded moment like a wolf observing its prey. 
A flicker of amusement curled his lips as you crossed your legs, oblivious to the eyes tracking every subtle motion. You were comfortable, vulnerable, with no idea how deeply under his gaze you were. He chuckled to himself. You thumbed through a file of some kind, crossed and uncrossed your legs as you tried to get comfortable at your very own computer desk. 
Your positions were almost a mirror of each other. Him sat, watching you and you sat watching him. It amused him. 
The soft glow of your screen reflected on your face in the dimly lit room as you sat alone, relaxed. There was tension in your posture, a concentration that drew him in. You picked up a picture and looked intently at it. It wasn’t just professional curiosity in the way your fingers traced his image on the screen - no, there was something more intimate in the slow drag of your touch over the sharp angles of his jawline. The picture of him held your gaze, your attention lingering on every detail as though in reverence.
His head tilted slightly, intrigued.  So, you were studying him perhaps a little too closely. It made a small smirk cross his lips, watching you pour over the details, oblivious to the fact that your entire private life was laid bare before him. You didn’t even realise how telling your movements were, the unconscious bite of your lip, the slight rise and fall of your breasts as your breathing quickened, betraying every emotion you were feeling. There was something else happening here, something more personal. Intimate.
His lips curled at the corners, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his face. "Pretty, little hunter," he murmured under his breath, the words rolling off his tongue like a taunt. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him, as his red eyes glinted in the half-light. He enjoyed watching you, studying the way you tried to contain the fascination you felt. Gone was the look of fear he’d seen after you’d darted from the warehouse. 
He watched the way your fingers brushed over his features on the screen, as if trying to touch him, feel him through the glass. The thought stirred something dark in him. His hands, resting on the arms of the chair, flexed slightly, imagining how easily he could step into your life. He wondered how you'd react if he showed up right there, startling you from the shadows of your own space, taking pleasure in your surprise. He groaned quietly at the thought of how your eyes would widen, the way fear would tighten your throat when you realised how close he was. But there was something else too. The thought of you resting your hands on him in person, no longer bound to only the pixelated image, would you be so bold?
Or perhaps, what if he simply stood there, unseen, just a few steps away - no screen separating you. How would it feel to watch you, to see every inch of you laid bare without the safety of distance?
As tempting as the thought was, it wasn’t time for that. You were far too observant, too clever. There was a risk you’d sense him, and Sylus couldn’t afford that - not yet. He wasn’t interested in cutting this game short. No, he wanted to draw it out, to see how far you’d go before you realised the truth. For now, he was content to let you believe you were still on the hunt.
His fingers traced the cool metal of the crow pin, feeling its familiar weight in his palm. The metalwork catching in the dim light as he turned it slowly, lost in thought. Mephisto gave a quiet chirp, shifting slightly on his perch by the window, his eyes still fixed on you. Sylus’ smile widened as he watched your body tense momentarily, a subtle flinch that betrayed how long you had been staring. Your fingers hovered over the image of him on the screen, and then pulled away sharply. Maybe in a reflex of guilt, as if you feared someone might see the way you traced his features or how your breath hitched whenever your gaze lingered on his lips. You had no idea, of course, that your paranoia was fully warranted. That you were caught under his watchful gaze - so much that even the pretty blush on your cheeks felt like it belonged to him.
He’d easily uncovered your hunter status - your public file far too exposed for the calibre of mission you were on. He’d almost laughed at how carelessly the Hunter’s Association had left your details unprotected. For someone tasked with tracking him, they should have known better. He’d hoped, maybe, for something more original than the current plan of gaining his trust. But then again, you didn’t quite fit the mold of a typical hunter. You were supposed to be tracking him, bringing him in, and yet your fascination told him otherwise. It was like a puzzle he couldn’t quite understand, yet.
His fingers drummed against the polished wood of his desk, his thoughts turning over your background, your training, the sharp edges of your professional habits. You were skilled, that was clear, but your inexperience was concerning. You had no first-hand understanding of the N109 zone or him. It left you vulnerable, as evidenced in how easily he had spotted you and he could already sense the tiny fractures forming beneath your carefully crafted facade. He knew exactly how to press against them.
There was something delicious about watching you work, unaware that your mission was already ruined. The fact that you were so focused on him, so intent on uncovering his secrets, only made the game more appealing. He knew exactly what you were sent to do, and he wasn’t going to stop you. Not yet. The game had only just begun, and he intended to savour it.
“Let her play,” he murmured, voice low. He wasn’t just going to let this mission continue, but he was going to enjoy watching you try.
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It had been months since that night in the warehouse - since you had first witnessed the raw, unfiltered power of Sylus. It should have been a stark reminder of what he was: a criminal, a killer. Yet, the memory faded all too easily, softening with time, until his brutality became less a warning and more a thrill.
It was only a week after the incident that the violence in your memory softened, and you found yourself bending the truth, shifting the narrative to suit the story you wanted to believe. They’d attacked first, you told yourself. He had to defend himself. His strength, his ruthlessness - it wasn’t cruelty; it was survival. Qualities like that, you couldn’t help but admire.
It started slowly, almost innocently. Just another mission. Just another criminal profile to assemble. As you spent longer watching him, gathering scraps of his life - piecing together his motives, his alliances - he became the focal point, his face central among the scattered photos and notes. Each note, each image, an invitation to look closer, to understand him rather than the mission. 
After weeks and weeks of surveillance and detailed logs of his movements you had his routine down to a t. Your official reports were detailed enough to give Captain Jenna a record of your work but you’d conveniently left out some of the more heinous observations, like the warehouse incident and a few others too.
The pin board in your apartment, however, became a mess of pictures, notes and reminders that toed the line of usefulness. Reminders about Sylus’ hands, height and the way his arms might feel wrapped around you. Your eyes lingered on each puzzle piece longer than they should have. He was becoming more than just your target; he was becoming the centre of all your focus.
You stood back, the pinboard in your living room forming a map of his world, a world you wanted desperately to inhabit. You could feel yourself inching closer, slipping further into his orbit, trying to see the world through his eyes, to understand it the way he did - and, somehow, to find your own place within it. A part of you tried to ignore the growing excitement, the thrill of unravelling his secrets, but another part craved it. You wanted to understand everything about him - his movements, his motives, his thoughts. You wanted to know what drove him, what made him tick and what turned him on.
Obsession, as you well know, erodes reason, twisting every desire until it’s all-consuming. The ache to know him - to know the forbidden, deadly parts of him - gnawed at you, turning every rational thought into a dark fascination. How many times had you stared at the pinboard, at Sylus’s face, and felt a gnawing ache to know more, to touch what you were forbidden to touch? But the lines blurred so easily, reason lost in the pulse of something dark and magnetic.
And so, you watched him. Even in the confines of your apartment, you played and replayed the footage you’d collected, meticulously tore over photographs and logs trying to understand him. You told yourself it was all for the mission, that knowing him better would lead to his capture. Each time you whispered the words, they sounded emptier, dissolving in the feverish pull to just watch him. Deep down, you knew the truth. It wasn’t duty that kept you coming back - it was desire. 
You sat in your surveillance van, parked directly outside his sprawling estate in the N109 zone. You had eyes on some kind of business meeting, a typical occurrence for him. You took out your logs for the day and updated them with some hastily scrawled information about the meeting. 
22:47 pm Onychinus Estate East Wing: Office  Meeting with Bryce Shaw BS (53 y/o deputy leader of allied group in N109 zone) Details: BS unaccompanied. Discussed the selling of protocores. Auction organised for 1 month's time -  further details needed.
That was all you managed to learn in the time you'd been observing them. Now it was 1:13 am and you could feel the toll on your body. Times like these were when your mind wondered the most, and recently that had been happening a lot. You wondered how you could start to gain his trust. What would your alias be like when you eventually went undercover? How could you relate to him and understand him? How would it feel to finally have him how you wanted him? No.
A man like him wasn't supposed to be something you could understand, let alone want. Here you were, though, longing for something more, powerless against the way your heart raced whenever his image filled your screen. You’d become distracted again. Not even noticing that Bryce Shaw had left the premises. 
Your pulse quickened as you fixed your eyes back on him. His eyes were focused on the paperwork in his hand, thumbing through the documents with purpose and ease. Your breath hitched, your senses dulled to everything else. He licked his thumb and turned a page. Seeing him unravelled you, and each glance left you wanting more. It was intoxicating, and worse, you didn’t want to stop. You saved the footage to your personal USB drive. 
It was maddening how he got under your skin, how the mere sight of him sparked a physical ache in you and left your panties damp. The heat he ignited unsettled you, a truth you kept pushing down, hoping one day it would fade. But each day it grew, impossible to unpack, impossible to ignore.
Feeling this way about a man whose hands were stained blood wasn't right - but you couldn't help it. And his hands - God, his hands. The thought of them made all sense leave your brain. The way his fingers flexed and coiled, each motion imbued with a terrifying and magnetic threat. You could imagine those hands pinning you down, tracing your skin or gripping tight enough to bruise, and the thought alone sent your pulse skittering, each beat a betrayal.
The lines of his body, the angular cut of his jaw, the deep, resonant timbre of his voice - all of it echoed through you. His words felt tailored for you, dripped with a honeyed danger that curled a shiver down your spine. You could almost imagine him whispering in your ear, the rough edge of it sparking a heat low in your belly.
Just like tonight, there were occasions where the sight of him alone had made your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying you as it desperately pleaded for some relief. You tried to draw a line between reason and desire, but it was futile. He commanded your thoughts, his presence coiling around your will, tightening with every glance, every word, every slow, deliberate move. The deeper you feel, the more his shadow swallowed you whole.
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It was a cold night, and you were perched in the shadows of an upscale, dimly lit restaurant. You watched Sylus as he sat across from Albert Clements, a young upstart eager to make a name for himself. 
20:21 pm La Provence - Restaurant Meeting with Abert Clements AC (24 y/o Son of a rival group of Onychinus) Details: meeting organised late last night by AC for reasons unknown. AC accompanied by 4 other men.
You’d looked up Albert Clement’s file in the Hunter’s Association prior to the meeting. He was the second son of a group which had not been fond of Sylus in the past. Honestly, you were unsure as to why the whole meeting was happening.
The setting was deceptively normal - soft candlelight flickering between them, wine glasses catching the light. Sylus looked like a dark god, his imposing frame seeming out of place amidst the soft candlelight and white linens. The black leather jacket draped across his broad shoulders, accentuating the sharp lines of his body, made him a stark contrast to the over the top elegance around him - like a predator amid the gaudiness of the restaurant. Every inch of him screamed power, and yet, seeing him in such an intimate, seemingly casual moment stirred something deeper inside you. 
Your mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like to sit across from him - not as a hunter on a mission, but as the woman who held his attention. The sharpness in his gaze would soften, his hands would reach for yours over the table. The thought of claiming a space that wasn’t meant for you was wrong, and yet, in your mind, it was irresistible. You could almost feel it - the possessive weight of his hand resting at the small of your back, guiding you as if you belonged to him. His hands would wander up the softness of your thighs, teasing you, a knowing smirk on his face.
The mere thought sent heat spiralling through your core, and you shifted uncomfortably in the shadows, trying to focus on the task at hand. Your heart raced, your breath hitching as you stared, almost feeling guilty for the thoughts invading your mind. The mission. You forced the word back into focus, but it was a fleeting thought. The lines had blurred so much that you couldn’t be sure what the mission was anymore - bringing him in, or letting him draw you closer.
Sylus glanced around the restaurant, his red eyes scanning the area with sharp precision. When his gaze flicked toward your hiding place, your heart stuttered in your chest. He couldn’t possibly see you. And yet, the way his eyes lingered for just a moment too long made you wonder if he knew you were there, watching him.
What you couldn’t see was the faint curve of Sylus’ lips as his gaze swept the room and settled - slowly, deliberately - on your shadowed hiding place. He had sensed you before his eyes found you, like a predator always aware of its prey. He could see you very clearly. Dressed in that little red dress, your gun hidden in a girlish purse, you stood out to him, like a drop of blood on snow. He liked what he saw. But more than that, he liked that you were here, watching. A silent shadow, following him. His shadow. 'My little hunter,' he mused to himself, fingers tracing the rim of his glass. She’s playing the game so well. A thrilling thought entered his mind. Had you dressed so prettily just for him? 
Clements droned on about his plans, his overzealous words barely breaking through the haze of Sylus's thoughts. He already knew what the young man wanted. His ambition reeked of desperation. Sylus was barely listening, his mind elsewhere - on you, watching, hiding in the shadows, just out of his reach. What were you doing here, hiding like a fragile bird, yet armed with that gun in your purse? The dichotomy intrigued him - how you were both predator and prey. You were sent to capture him, and yet you were the one caught in his gaze.
You returned your attention to Clements and the conversation, the young man speaking quickly, confidently. You could tell from his tone that he was trying to gain Sylus’ approval. He had ambition, but ambition was dangerous in the N109 zone, especially when it was directed towards the wrong kind of power.
“We’ll see if you’re worthy,” Sylus said smoothly, standing from his seat. His figure towered over Clements, his posture exuding confidence and control. “Join Onychinus? Maybe. But you'll need to prove yourself first. I’ll be in touch.”
The meeting ended, and seemingly all members were happy with the outcome. Something gnawed at your senses, though. There was a wrongness in the air, a tightening between the exchanged glances of Clements's men. The way they moved - too quiet and too careful - sent you a cold shiver of warning. As Sylus turned to leave, you caught a quick, almost imperceptible exchange - a folded note slipped into the hand of one of Sylus's men. 
Your instincts flared, a cold warning that something wasn’t right. The way the man nodded at Clements, the tension in the air - it was all too much. Your pulse raced as you followed them outside and into the night, unable to quell the sinking feeling in your gut.
Sylus' confident strides betrayed his ignorance of the traitor creeping up behind him. His footsteps were steady, unhurried, as if he had no concern in the world. 
Then you saw it—a flicker of metal in the dim streetlight, the subtle shift of Sylus’ man as his hand slid something from his jacket pocket. The gleam of a knife caught your eye, your pulse spiking as realisation hit. The man was aiming for Sylus. You couldn’t let it happen.
You could feel the adrenaline rush through your veins. The man’s steps quickened, closing the distance between him and Sylus, and you knew - he was going to kill him. There wasn’t time to think, only to act.
Your heart slammed against your ribs, time slowing in the adrenaline rush. Your hunter instincts took over. In a single motion, you drew your weapon, your pulse roaring in your ears, knowing that this choice would change everything. You fired. The sound muffled by the surrounding night and your silencer. The man collapsed to the ground, his knife clattering at his side. Sylus turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the dark, searching for the source of the shot.
Your breath came fast and shallow, nerves on fire as you stepped back into the shelter of the alley. The gun was still warm in your hand, your heart still racing. You weren’t supposed to intervene, but the thought of someone betraying him, of someone harming him, had ignited something within you that you couldn’t control. 
Sylus crouched down, inspecting the fallen man’s body, his fingers brushing over the note clutched in the traitor’s hand. Slowly unfolding it, his eyes flicked over the hastily scribbled words: “Do it now, and you'll be rewarded when I take over Onychinus.” The note told him everything he needed to know - Albert Clements had intended to use the man to kill him, and he was planning to stage a takeover of his empire. He scoffed. He would deal with Mr Clements later. Clearly he knew nothing if he thought that a knife would deal a fatal blow against Sylus. 
Intrigue wrapped itself around Sylus' mind like a mist, his thoughts racing. Not thoughts of his men betraying him or of the revenge he would inevitably inflict on Clements, thoughts of you. 
Why had you saved him? Your job was to capture him, and yet you had just killed one of his own in a reckless decision to protect him. He couldn’t help but smirk as he stood, his gaze lingering on the spot where he knew you had been hiding. You had no idea that his gaze had already found you - that from the moment you stepped from the shadows, Sylus knew. His pretty little hunter, gun in hand, was now protecting him in the dark. He relished it - the power you’d just handed him. His dark angel.
As he walked away, amusement flickered beneath his curiosity. You had proven more unpredictable than he’d expected. His hunter, who was supposed to capture him, had just killed for him. And now, you were something else entirely - something worth watching more closely.
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The moment you stepped inside your apartment, everything shattered.
The air was thick, suffocating. Every breath dragged painfully in your chest, as if your rib cage was pressing down on your lungs. You slammed the door behind you, but the noise barely registered above the roaring in your ears. Your back hit the wall, fingers clawing at the edges of the console table, desperate for something solid, something to keep you from spiralling. But the wood was cold and useless beneath your hands - nothing could hold you now.
The adrenaline that had pushed you through it - the shot, the trigger, the act - was gone now, drained from your veins, leaving behind nothing but the shaky, fragile remnants of your composure. Cold sweat clung to your skin. Your vision tunnelled, the walls pressing closer, the ceiling collapsing in until there was no space to escape. 
You’d let this get way out of hand, again.
Your legs buckled, sending you crashing to the floor. Panic tore through you like a beast with claws, raking at your insides, ripping away your control with every jagged breath. You wrapped your arms around yourself, knees pulled tight to your chest, hoping to steady the trembling. But it didn't stop. You couldn't stop it. Your vision blurred, but it wasn't the tears that made everything fuzzy - it was the weight of what you were feeling, the terrifying realisation that it was happening all over again. The obsession, the pull, the way it was consuming every part of you.
Not again, you thought. Not this time.
You crawled to the sink, fingers scraping across the floor, desperate for something - anything - to pull you out of the darkness, to ground you before you fell too far. Cold water, maybe. Something real. Something that wasn’t the chaotic storm brewing inside your mind. You splashed water on your face, the icy shock biting into your skin, but it did nothing. The panic surged back, stronger, relentless, crashing over you like a wave you couldn’t outrun.
You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t fall this deep, wouldn’t let this obsession take root, but here you were, collapsing under its weight. You thought you could handle it, that you were stronger, but it had only been waiting, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce the moment you let your guard down.
And you had let it down. It was worse this time. So much worse.You’d killed someone!
You’d killed someone for him. Sylus. A man more dangerous than anyone you’d ever known, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His voice, his body, the way his red eyes seemed to pierce through everything. You pressed a trembling hand to your chest, willing your heart to slow down, but the panic had already dug its claws into you.
You’d gone through this before, with Noah. You were younger then, so naive, so infatuated. His smile - that smile - it had filled you with hope, hadn’t it? But now, as your mind confronted the memories, you couldn’t see the warmth, only the way it had twisted, turned to something darker. 
Noah was the first, the one who had pulled you into obsession before you even realised what was happening. It had started innocently enough - late nights thinking about him, replaying conversations in your head, convincing yourself that your feelings were normal, just a budding romance. But before you knew it, you were driving by his house late at night, just to catch a glimpse of his car, tracking his movements, and constantly wondering where he was, who he was with.
And then you were caught.
You weren’t supposed to be there, but you couldn’t stay away. He’d been on a date, some diner that you couldn’t recall the name of now. You’d watched from the shadows, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he smiled at her, the look in his eyes as they roamed her body, how he touched her hand like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stay away.
You’d hovered at the bar, pretending to wait for a drink, but you weren't fooling anyone. Try as you might to keep a casual facade, it didn't work. Your gaze bored into him, convinced that somehow, if you watched long enough, if you stayed close enough, he would realise you had been there for him all along, that you were the only one who was truly right for him. 
You’d caught her attention. Her eyes narrowing in suspicion, her smile faltering. She had leaned in, whispering something to Noah, and a moment later, she was gone. She’d left, and it was all because of you.
Noah’s frustration had been palpable. He’d walked her to the door, his hands stuffed in his pockets, but when he turned back and saw you - saw you standing there, waiting - his face had twisted darkly, becoming almost  unrecognisable. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched.
“You,” he hissed, voice low and dangerous. His eyes were wild, his hands shaking with barely contained rage. “What the hell are you doing here? What the fuck are you doing?” 
The restaurant had gone silent, but he didn’t care. You wanted to explain, to tell him you were just looking out for him, but the words wouldn’t come. They caught in your throat, choking you, and you could only stand there, frozen under the weight of his fury.
He stepped closer, fists clenched, his voice rising, each word sharper, cutting through you. “You followed me here, didn’t you? You just can’t stop. You’re obsessed. Fucking obsessed.”
His words cut through you like a knife, but you still couldn’t defend yourself. You’d wanted to help, to be close to him, but now all you could see was the hatred in his eyes. How could you defend yourself against that?
“You’re a freak,” he spat, voice dripping with venom. “Who the hell could ever fall in love with a delusional freak like you? You’re a stalker. A goddamn stalker.”
‘A freak,’ he had said. 'A delusional freak.’ The words echoed, louder, bouncing off the walls of your mind, freak, freak, freak, until there was no escaping them. The words had ripped through you, the rejection crashing down like a tidal wave. You’d stood there, frozen, unable to speak, unable to move. 
When you didn’t take the hint - when you didn’t leave, didn’t stop staring at him with that desperate, hurt look in your eyes - he snapped. His hand came up before you could even react, and the punch sent you stumbling back, the shock of it making your knees buckle. The pain had come later. In that moment, all you felt was the crushing rejection and his disgust.
Who could ever fall in love with a delusional freak like you?
You pressed your hands to your ears as if you could drown the words out, but it was useless. They wouldn’t go away.
But this time, it wasn’t Noah.
His words still echoed in your head, even now, as you curled in on yourself on the cold floor of your apartment. The shame, the humiliation... it had broken you then, and you swore you’d never let it happen again. That  you’d never lose control like that.
But here you were. Falling apart. Falling deeper. And it wasn’t just some man from your hometown. This time it was Sylus, there was no logic to this pull.
You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the memories to fade, but all you could see was Noah’s face twisting in hatred, twisting and morphing further until the likeness of him disappeared leaving only Sylus. his sharp jaw, the glint of red in his eyes, the way he moved with a predator’s grace.  Always there. His sharp jaw, his red eyes, the way he moved - like a predator. His hands, gripping your waist, your thighs-
Stop. You need to stop.
Your breath came in short, sharp gasps as the panic clawed at your chest, tightening its grip. You knew how this ended. You’d been here before, on your knees, gasping for air, lost in an all consuming web of feelings that were too intense for you to understand. And you were powerless to stop it.
Tears stung, blurring your vision, but there was no escaping it. You were sinking, drowning in it. And the worst part? You didn’t want it to stop. Even now, with the panic tearing you apart, you still wanted him. You still craved his touch. 
And that terrified you more than anything.
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Ahhhh! chapter 2 has been so hard for me to write and I actually considered just giving up and leaving this fic unfished, but I'm so glad I pushed through! ❥ Please let me know what you think!
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