#don't betray me after i've praised you like this

[sun-undone]

OBX details that make me feral (8/?)

JJ's fear is used for comedy until . . . it isn't (aka how JJ's status as the comic relief is used to fully shift the tone of the show in 1x05)

1x02: After John B and JJ encounter the creepy dudes (one of them is named Ratter apparently, which is so fucking funny oh my god, but they’re just The Creepy Dudes to me), JJ is super shaken up about it as he relays what had happened to Kie and Pope.

His entire monologue about getting paint in his hair, waiting for death, and not taking mental polaroids is very, very exaggerated and obviously played as a comedic moment (which Rudy kills btw it cracks me up every time). While I do think that his anxiety here is genuine to an extent, especially with the detail that the guys remind him of people that his dad hangs out with, I do think that the scene itself is clearly trying to play up that fear because JJ is the main source of comic relief. But I also think that the writers’ decision to do this is brilliant because it makes JJ’s real fear even more striking when we finally see it for the first time. 

1x05: When Luke picks up JJ from the police station, JJ’s body language says it all. He barely makes eye contact, keeps his head down, stands a few feet away from Luke at all times, and has his hands in his pockets the entire time.

He barely says anything, and when he does, the words are brief, apologetic, and chosen very carefully. He follows his father’s every order, which is very different from the authority-hating JJ that we have come to know so far, and he is visibly hesitant to get in the car with him outside of the station.

It’s the first time that we see JJ without his usual confidence and bravado. In this scene, he seems like a small, quiet kid, when he’s usually this larger-than-life, quick-witted personality. In the scene that came just before this, JJ's usual cocky attitude and disdain for authority is showcased with how he plays up his casual body language as he's talking to Peterkin.

But then to have all of this usual JJ-ness so quickly stripped away in the very next scene makes for such an impactful reveal. Because we've never seen JJ so meek, the audience is completely disarmed in the same way that he is in the presence of Luke.

Contrasted with the more comedic fear from 1x02, we can clearly see that this fear from JJ in 1x05 is much deeper, so it makes the reveal of JJ’s home life even more heartbreaking and jarring. The fear from 1x02 saw JJ turn outwards, making an exaggerated show out of the situation, but the fear from 1x05 sees JJ turn inwards, and he feels like a shell of the character that we thought we knew. This makes us feel even more caught off guard when we finally see the full extent of JJ's home life and put the pieces together about his personality.

To add onto this, the writers also use JJ as a vessel for introducing the real danger of the treasure hunt to the Pogues (John B, specifically). Along with his fear of Luke, we also see him show that same kind of genuine fear after Peterkin shows him the photos from the creepy guys' autopsies.

Before, JJ was freaked out about the "square groupers" in his more outward, comedic way, but now he is genuinely scared for John B's safety, which prompts him to try to get John B to give up on the treasure.

I just love how the writers have the comic relief character be the first one to realize the gravity of the situation that the Pogues have gotten themselves into because it makes the audience pay even more attention to it. At this point, we know JJ as the funny one, so of course we can't help but listen when he's suddenly showing a completely different side of his personality.

TL;DR, In the police station, we first see JJ the way that we know him: cocky and overly confident in front of authority figures. But once he sees the pictures, there's a noticeable shift in his attitude where he gets uncharacteristically serious. And then by the time Luke gets there, everything about the way that JJ carries himself and speaks has shifted within a few minutes of screen time. Before we even see the title card in 1x05, the tone of the show has been flipped on its head through the writers' use of JJ's fear, both about the treasure hunt and his own father.

God it’s such good storytelling, it really is. The Pates really did that huh

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[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ♡

TW: ftm reader, afab anatomy, non con, v!sex, forced feminization, kidnapping, manipulation, praise, use of powers, power play, unprotected sex, degradation, fingering, hard sex, overstimulation, dark themes, breed!kink, porn plot.

'Easily manipulated' was a word that summed up your persona for the grandmaster, he could see your gentle and sweet nature, which made him feel like it would be so easy to take advantage of you like that.

𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Just thinking about it drove him crazy. Bi Han can feel that his pupils are dilating just by looking at you - This showed him how much you affect him, so his already corrupted mind thought of the safest and quickest plan of having your soul and body all to himself... Kidnapping.

It was easy to convince you to be alone with your kind leader... And right after a cup of green tea, everything went dark, and with an unbearable headache you woke up naked in a big, unfamiliar bed - with your breasts hanging out, and your wrists tied. over your head, wearing white lace panties, your body was hot and your mind was in a confusing blur - until you heard the door slam, and saw bi han walk in, but before you had any hope of the ninja being there to save you... You saw the crooked smile painted on his lips, you had no escape there - his gauze filled with dark desire as he continued to massage your soft skin, his hands caressing every inch of your exposed body. His touch was both gentle and possessive, like a predator savoring its prey.

"-You are so beautiful... a little prince, I did exactly what I wanted to do. I brought you here to indulge in your deepest desires," he whispered huskily, his breath tickling your ear. "-I can feel how hot you are, how wet and needy. It's as if your body is aching for my touch." His fingers trailed down your stomach, tracing circles around your navel before sliding lower, closer to your glistening heat.

"-I've fantasized about your moans, your desperate cries for more. And now, I'm going to make those fantasies a reality." With that, he dipped his fingers into your wetness, his eyes never leaving yours. He started with a slow, torturous pace, savoring every gasp and whimper that escaped your lips. His touch was expert, his fingers dancing skillfully over your swollen clit. "-You're so responsive," he purred, savoring the sweet sounds you made. "-Just like I imagined. Such a good little slut for me."

You moaned as your body betrayed your mind, you wanted to scream, cry and push the cyromancer away from you - but the bonds and his thick, cold fingers deliciously stretched every bit of your cunt. You mumbled a few words, feeling the lace fabric brush against your fingers, the pain and discomfort of being exposed were disappearing in your core.

"-You don't understand how much power you hold over me," he whispered, his voice filled with raw lust. "-Every time I see you, I ache to touch you, to taste you. Your body, your essence, it drives me wild." he added a second finger, stretching you to accommodate him - your moans growing louder as your orgasm built within you.

He watched your every reaction, his arousal evident in the bulge straining against his pants. You accumulated a little of your conscience, even with the eminent pleasure that accumulated there, closing your thighs and kicking the older man, but the dreaded 'sub zero' wasn't going to let a little boy like you deny him, on the contrary, that made him even more excited - after all, he was not one to shy away from his desires, nor was he afraid to manipulate the situation to suit his needs.

"-I can always take what I want... by force." He cupped your breasts in his hands, his touch possessive and demanding. He kneaded and squeezed, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. "-Do you really think you can outrun me, defy me? Your body, your very soul, calls out for my possession. I can feel it, just as surely as I can feel your wetness against my fingers." he tore your lacy panties apart, exposing your wet and swollen pussy to the cool air, his gaze locking onto your delicate folds.

"-I'll show you just how much of a prince you can be," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "-You crave my cock, don't you my little prince?" Bi Han positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock grazing against your folds. The anticipation was almost unbearable, both for him and for you. He relished in the knowledge that he could give you pleasure like no one else could.

"-You can resist me all you want, but I'll break down every wall, every defense you have until you're begging for more. You're mine, whether you like it or not." Without warning, he thrust into you with a powerful force, claiming your tight, wet heat in one swift movement - you feel him stretching you, filling you completely. He groaned in approval, his eyes locking with yours, as his hips began to move. The grandmaster smirked cruelly, relishing in the power and control he had over your delicate body - reveled in the lewd scene, watching as your pussy clenched and winked around his cock, he could see the need in your eyes, despite your attempts to resist.

Bi Han's thrusts quickened once again, his strength and stamina evident as he pounded into you, "-You're trying to resist, but your body betrays you. Your moans, the way your sweet pussy clenches around me, it screams surrender." He relished in the sounds of your moans and cries of pleasure, his own groans intertwining with yours.

"-I'm going to fuck you senseless, make you come untouched, until there's nothing left but a trembling, submissive mess." He paused mid-thrust, his cock still buried deep inside you, and leaned down towards your ear. His breath was cold against your skin, sending shivers of fear down your spine.

"-I can feel how wet you are, how close you are to breaking, my little slut..." he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "-And when you do, I want you to scream my name. Scream it loud enough for everyone to hear." The words hung in the air, heavy with their meaning. He wasn't just talking about sex; he was claiming ownership, marking you as his. And as if to emphasize his point, he thrust deeper than ever before, hitting an angle that made you cry out.

"-You see, my little boy? No matter how much you resist, no matter what lies you tell yourself, deep down, you crave this... You always wanted me to abuse that cute pussy of yours, didn't you?" Sub zero thrust deeper, his cock hitting an angle inside you that made everything around you blur. The sensation was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. It was like he had unlocked some hidden part of yourself, a dark and twisted desire that had been lying dormant until now. "-Tell me," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "-Do you want my seed inside you? Do you crave the thought of being pregnant by me?"

"Fuck no" was the last thing you said before your orgasm hit, a wave of pleasure so intense that it almost blinded you. But instead of repulsion or disgust, all you felt was a raw, primal need for more. "-Yes... You crave it. You want my seed inside you... Such a good boy." his voice filled with triumph.

His words were fuel to the fire, making your body tremble with unbridled lust. And as he spoke, he came too, his cum mixing with yours, creating a messy, wet bond between you two. As the intensity of your orgasms subsided, reality began to seep back into your minds. You found yourself wrapped in his arms, your body still wet from your combined fluids. And despite everything that had happened, despite the manipulation, there was an undeniable connection between you two.

"-I didn't mean for it to be like this... But I couldn't resist you…"

🌸 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧" 🌸

𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓭 ©𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 2024. 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝔂, 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮

[alrightieaphroditie]

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pairing *:·ﾟjoel miller x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ2.2k an *:·ﾟ.... yeah i don't know where this came from. i've literally been itching to write for joel but the man makes me so nervous. not too sure how much i like this but i think this will be the beginning of a lil series so hopefully i can make it work! pleaase let me know if this is bad lmao i really appreciate any feedback! i hope you enjoy!

synopsis *:·ﾟyou can't stand the sight of joel miller sitting alone - again - at the tipsy bison, so you finally decide to introduce yourself to him.

you knew who joel miller was before you even officially met the man. 

granted, anyone in jackson could’ve made that same claim. it wasn’t like you were special or anything, really. but when tommy came into the community, it only took him a few weeks to get settled in. it took about the same time for him to casually be able to mention his brother into almost every conversation. 

helping some of the guys out with making plans for a new building? joel miller would’ve been great at that. trying out a batch of the new whiskey they had made? joel miller would’ve been all over that. brushing the horses and maintaining the stalls? tommy actually wasn’t sure how joel would feel about this one, but he made sure that everyone knew his brother would do it if asked, no hesitation.

so, when you heard that joel miller had shown up near jackson, and was going to be entering the community, you felt like you had a decent understanding of the man. however, you weren’t anticipating joel miller to look… like that. even now, you still remember being huddled outside near the entrance of the town, bundled up in an oversized jacket. as the gates opened and you first caught a glance at the older, taller man walking through, you felt your cheeks burn bright red. 

your first thought about joel miller? he was unrightfully handsome. 

it wasn’t until after joel and the girl he came in with, who you later learned was named ellie, got settled that the rumors started to spread. you weren’t entirely sure where the source came from, but soon enough the town of jackson was talking about joel as much as his own brother had, but this time it was accompanied by whispering, stolen glances, and an air of hesitancy. 

you were never one to gossip, but you couldn’t help yourself strain to listen to those whispers floating around. you couldn’t understand how someone who was as highly praised by tommy, a man so well trusted within jackson, could be so ostracized in the community. you heard mumbles of him being a hunter, previously. of him murdering innocent people for his own selfish ways. of how some people didn't feel as safe in the community now with this big, bad man roaming around. 

the thing was, you had gotten quite close to ellie in the weeks that they had been there. she appeared at your house one day, standing near the curb as she watched you and some of the towns children haphazardly building a snowman. you caught her eye, waved her over, and that was that. she was your new best friend. she showed up on your doorstep almost every day after, and the two of you would talk about almost anything. especially about joel. she was very much like tommy in the sense that ellie could relate almost anything back to that man, and she meant it as praise. she really did look up to him. 

during your talks, while you sat at your small dining table with cups of tea (which, ellie had decided she quite liked chamomile tea, so you made sure you stocked up for her) you learned more about the man that joel was, and with every conversation, you found yourself wanting to simply know more about joel. ellie often referred to him as a 'scary motherfucker' but the fondness that laced her voice betrayed her. it was because of ellie that you were part of the minority of the town that was not afraid of joel miller. 

and it was then that you knew you needed to do something. it wasn’t really the whispers, the rumors, that bothered you. there wasn’t much to do in jackson, truthfully, so when people needed the entertainment, they tended to make it themselves. a few weeks ago, you were the center of it, the people claiming you were glowing from pregnancy from a hookup that quite honestly never even happened. all you could do was laugh. the people would believe whatever they wanted to, even if you were adamantly insisting otherwise. 

the thing that got you, though, was how joel seemed to have almost expected being treated poorly, being totally unwelcomed in this small town. how he seemed to be fine quietly eating dinner alone almost every night when ellie wasn’t around or tommy had patrol duty, then sitting alone, again, at the bar with a shot of whiskey. the way he seemed so comfortable being alone, and yet you couldn’t help but notice the yearning in his eyes as they shifted around. the weariness. as if he was used to everyone in his life leaving him, alone, and he was the only one left to pick up the pieces. 

so, one evening, almost a month and a half later, when you walked into the tipsy bison for dinner and saw joel sitting in the back - his usual spot, his back to the wall, facing the door - alone, again, you paused in the doorway. his gaze was focused on the lone glass of whiskey in front of him, his fingers trailing the rim slightly. the image sent a shock of pain in your heart for some reason, and before you even realized it, your footsteps were carrying you to him. 

his gaze shot up as you drew near, and you watched as his eyebrow quirked up slightly. you cleared your throat softly, suddenly feeling more nervous than you probably should've, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your sweatshirt the dead giveaway of your anxiety. 

"hi," you managed to get out as you stepped up the edge of the table. his brown eyes were staring intently into yours, and you swear you saw the corner of his mouth quirk up. "i know you've been here a little while now and i just realized i never got around to properly introducing myself. i'm-"

"i know who you are. the kid never shuts up about you." he interrupted, raising the glass to his lips, and taking a sip of his drink. you trained your eyes to stay on his, focusing really hard to not let your gaze go to his lips as he licked them. 

you felt your cheeks flush almost immediately, and a small smile found its way to your lips. all this time that you felt like you had known who joel was, and for some reason, you weren't prepared to hear the slight southern accent in his voice. you thought it was cute. "well, i hope that's a good thing," you motioned to the chair on the other side of the table. "may i?" 

his face gave away nothing, and it could have just been you, but his eyes widened slightly at the question. he hesitated for a split second before nodding his head to the chair, shifting back in his own seat. "sure, have at it. s'long as you’re not afraid to be mingling with the town outcast." he gave you a grin at the self-deprecating joke, and you didn't want to but you couldn't help but laugh. 

"oh, i promise you aren't the town outcast. i think that title goes to jimmy. i haven't seen him around town in weeks, but i know he's home because he keeps shovelin' his driveway." you teased, smiling even more to yourself as joel huffed out a laugh before drinking again. "besides, ellie doesn't think you're all that bad. that must count for something, yeah?" 

his eyes went soft at the mention of the girl, which caused your heart to melt. he shook his head while examining the glass again, his finger wiping off a bit of condensation on the side. "that girl is about as fearless as it gets. not sure you really wanna be followin' in her footsteps." 

"i'll take my chances, then." you traced a crack in the wood on the table, suddenly feeling a little awkward. you weren't the best with people, having been quite the introvert before the outbreak. good to know somethings never really changed. "how are you liking it in jackson so far?" 

"s'alright. i never thought something like this could be possible again," he trailed off, draining the rest of his drink in one go. he leaned back in his chair, arms folded against his chest. you couldn't help but notice how his long sleeve shirt stretched across his broad arms. "'m happy that tommy was able to find a community like this." he confesses, which makes you smile. the one thing you had learned from both tommy and ellie was how loyal joel was, especially to his family. it was a trait you heavily admired, and something you genuinely didn't see nowadays. it was every man for himself out here. well, not in jackson, but that's besides the point. 

"it is pretty great," you agreed. you didn't know where you would be without the community. you had somehow luckily stumbled upon them from the woods as you escaped from a group of hunters that had kept you and your best friend captive. maria had seen you and instantly took you in, giving you space to heal while becoming comfortable again. you didn't share this joel, although you felt the strange urge to, to maybe help joel see that the town wasn't all that bad and that there was good in it. 

"so, i admit i had a secret agenda coming over here. i wanted to ask you something." you tucked your hair behind your ears, trying to muster up the courage to ask. you weren't scared of joel miller, but god he was really intimidating. you weren't sure what you would do if he turned you down.

"oh?" he looked intrigued, that eyebrow of his quirking up slightly again. his expression was soft, almost inviting. "well ask away, sugar."

sugar. your blood rushed in your ears at the endearment. 

"well, i wanted to invite you and ellie over for dinner one night. i already mentioned it to her earlier, but i figured i should probably ask you directly as well." you confessed with a small laugh. ellie swore she would mention it to joel, but then the next second she was asking you about one of the books you had on the counter, and you really can't be sure that she remembered your invitation. 

joel was silent for a moment, his eyes studying you in a way that made your knee bounce. the silence made your thoughts go into overdrive. maybe you misread joel earlier when you believed him to be lonely. maybe he really did just enjoy his own company and maybe he didn't want some strange girl inviting him over and interrupting his time. and maybe - 

"i'd like that, yeah." he responded quietly, tilting his head slightly in your direction as a subtle nod. it could've just been the whiskey, but you could've sworn his eyes shined in the light. you stared at him for a moment. your brain and thoughts catching up to the confirmation joel gave you. 

"oh, perfect!" you resisted the urge to clap your hands in excitement. and you were excited, but you didn't want joel to know just how much lest you come off as some crazed woman. with the way he looked he probably dealt with that all the time, right? 

"okay, well, ellie already knows where my house is so that covers that. if you both don't have duties tomorrow, we could do it then? or if you wanted, we could schedule it for next week or somethin'?" you were well aware that you were rambling, but you couldn't help it. joel didn't seem to mind it, though, as he gazed at you while you talked with your hands. 

"tomorrow's fine with us, 'm pretty sure." he adjusted himself in his chair, the old wood creaking slightly under his weight. “i appreciate the gesture, too. nice to know i haven’t scared everyone off.” you think he’s teasing with you, his grin almost invisible but you can see it. tommy never said his brother had a good sense of humor, but you were starting to wonder if there was a different side of joel that he was letting you see. you felt like you could run 10 laps around the border of the town with the way your heart was racing after his grin. 

“of course! truthfully it’s more for me than it is for you; i got a little sad seeing you in here alone almost every night.” you started to laugh, but then your words caught up to your ears and you realize you inadvertently told joel you’ve been watching him. embarrassed, cheeks flushed with heat, you stood up quickly, tucking your chair back under the table. 

“well, it was nice to finally meet you, mr. miller. i’ll see y’all tomorrow night!” the words rushed out between your lips as you slowly backed away from the table, giving joel a small wave before turning around. he probably thought you were acting like a fool, but you knew you needed to get out of the building before you said something worse. 

as you passed the tables towards the exit, you could’ve sworn that you heard a deep chuckle coming from the corner of the room, coming from the table that you just vacated. 

oh boy, you thought. you were officially screwed when it came to joel miller.

[mr-hanjisung]

I'VE BEEN HAVING CHANGBIN BRAINROT. ROUGH CHANGBIN?? I THINK. YES. MAFIA CHANGBIN?? UH-HUH. SADIST CHANGBIN?? YOU KNOW IT.

Sex and Money

WARNINGS: Swearing, degrading, unprotected sex, hair-pulling, dirty-talk, rough (toxic?) Changbin, in debt reader, mentions of drug abuse (not reader or Changbin!), mentions/light use of slapping, virgin!reader, spanking, derogatory pet names, light praise

GENRE: 💋(✏️)

WORD COUNT: 687

A/N:

This is not proofread! I’m so sorry if there are grammar mistakes or anything. Also this is no hate to Binnie!! I love him sm but this is a piece purely for fun to write.

Your hand rushed to your cheek, covering the slap that stung.

"I don't get what goes through your head woman." He chuckled as saw tears in your eyes. "Wipe your tears. It's not my fault you walked in knowing you had a shit ton of debt." He said bitterly as you glared at him.

"It's not my fault my father spent money that you guys gave him and killed himself-"

"Nor was it mine that he wanted it from me and couldn't pay it back, so he killed himself and gave it to his daughter." He spat as you looked at him. "You're around my age. You should understand that the world isn't as innocent as it seems. Drug-addicts like your dad and mafia leaders such as I exist, ya know." He said as he looked at your disheveled figure.

"I'll cut a deal with you." He said as you looked up. "I'll start cutting your debt if..." He said, inching closer to you. His hand, now on your shoulders. "You pay me back with your body." He said.

You couldn't tell if he was serious or not but you knew you couldn't be picky right now. "I'll do it..." You said as he smirked. "You're actually being reasonable."

"Don't move too much." He ordered. It was your first time, so of course you were scared and uneasy. He wrapped your hair around in his hand. "I'll show you pleasure that no one has ever given you before." He whispered huskily in your ear, causing shivers down your spine.

He was holding a type of clear liquid in a bottle. He poured it on his fingers and inserted two of his fingers inside. "Cold!" You whimpered out, not wanting to irritate him as he chuckled. "Is it now?" He asked.

Soon, the cool sensation became warm and began to feel comfortable as you felt yourself move with his hand motions. He chuckled and took his fingers out. "Already needing more? You're such a dirty girl." He said, aligning himself.

Realizing how big he actually was. Your breath hitched. You weren't expecting that.

"Is that going to fit..?" You asked worryingly as he laughed. "I'll make it fit." He said as he pushed himself inside, your walls clamping tight around him. "Easy now, doll-face. I know I'm stretching you out good, but I'm not going anywhere at this rate." He said as you tried to calm down, allowing him to move slowly.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure, and as it became more pleasurable, he began going even faster. He yanked and pulled on your hair. The feeling of your ass hitting his thighs, the loud skin to skin contact noises throughout the room, the smell of sex. God.

You then felt his heavy hand on your ass. You yelped in pain as he smirked. "God, even your body makes dirty noises." He said, his free hand, massaging your ass while he used his other hand, which held your hair to guide him. "Fuck... you're so tight..." He said as you kept moaning. He smirked. "I must be fucking you dumb because apparently, you can't speak." He then spanked you again. "Answer me bitch."

That derogatory name brought a sudden shock to you as you tightened around him. He smirked, "God, what a dirty girl." He said, yanking your hair, pulling your head back, causing you to yelp. "Your noises are betraying you, ya know..." He said, almost breathless.

Then after a few more thrusts. He came inside without warning.

"Ch-Changbin..!" You squealed out as you felt the warm sensation in your abdomen. "I'll admit woman, you are one crazy girl but you feel nice." He said pulling out, not caring to clean you up. "I'll give you birth control. I don't want a child." He said as he cleaned himself and dressed himself. "This is only the beginning doll-face." He said, walking out of the door, leaving you there.

You sat down so confused and curious to know if what you had experienced was love or strictly business.

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Loki Laufeyson x Fem Witch!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Oral Sex ( R Receiving) P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Praise Kink, Mentions of Torture, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: Nearly a month after being rescued by Loki, Reader begins to warm up to him and even starts developing a crush on the all powerful god. One night, she has a particularly frightening nightmare about being kidnapped by Thanos and goes to find Loki for comfort

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

Dream Sequence in Bold, Italics and Colored!

Loki never faked his death in Avengers 1, but just escaped in this A/U

I have such an affinity for big scary villains having soft spots for 'that one person'

"Please", I sobbed quietly,

As the titan walked closer towards me. The gauntlet on his wrist emitting different colored glows from each infinity stone.

"I don't know where the mind stone is", I lied.

I couldn't give Vision away and betray the family I made of the Avengers. They've saved my life on countless occasions and I couldn't let them down.

"Lies do not bode well with me, little witch. It is in your best interest to be complicit", he warns menacingly,

Before calling over his henchmen to pull my bruised aching frame off the floor.

"I will not ask again...where...is...the stone?"

"I don't know!"

He sighs heavily and points the golden fist right at me.

"Fine. Have it your way"

The gauntlet begins to radiate light and I felt it drawing my powers out of my body. The screams of agony I let out echoing around the room and down every hall.

To say it was excruciating would've been an understatement. I could physically feel the life in me being quickly drained and the remaining strength I had left leaving with it.

Just as I was on the verge of completely losing consciousness, I wake up screaming into the darkness of my bedroom.

This was not the first nightmare I've had since escaping Thanos and I was sure it wouldn't be the last, but this one felt all too real. Like, I truly was still on that spaceship, enduring even more of the torture.

It had been nearly a month since Loki found and rescued me. No one knew that either of us survived Thanos' attempt on our lives, so, we were left to hide out somewhere in Europe.

At first, I wanted to leave and find the rest of the Avengers, but Loki refused to let me go and enchanted the house we were staying in. It wouldn't have been a problem...had I not just lost most of my powers.

He was a god after all and I was nowhere near strong enough to break through his magic, especially running on an almost empty tank.

"It's not safe-"

"They're my family, Loki-"

"Then they should be able to understand that you are in no condition to fight!"

"I at least need to let them know I'm alive!"

"And risk exposing yourself to Thanos?! Are you really that stupid?!"

The tension between us was all you could feel. That and the deafening silence that followed his harsh words.

"Don't call me that-"

"Stop acting like it and I will"

I walk away and take a seat by the bay window. He sighs and bows his head.

"I saved your life. You might hate me for this now, but I do hope...eventually, you'll understand", he says,

Before making his way back to his room.

I couldn't really blame him for being the way that he was. He had lost so much already and I was the only person, besides his brother, to give him another chance at life.

Loki and I met long before the kidnapping, while he was in S.H.I.EL.D.S' custody. No one was getting through to him and Thor thought I would be the right person for the job, given my past.

"You sure about this, kid?", Nat questioned,

"I know enough about dealing with people like him"

She furrows her eyebrows curiously.

"What does that mean?"

"I was like him", I emphasized,

Before walking towards the chamber they locked him up in.

"Well...you must be the witch I've been hearing so many murmurs about"

I sigh through my nose, as he scanned me up and down.

"A lot shorter than I imagined"

"And a hell of a lot tougher than your futile attempts to get under my skin, so", I smiled sarcastically,

"Oooh, sharp tongue", he says,

Using his elbow to lean against the glass, as his deep voice causes my stomach to stir.

"You might just be the most interesting person I've met today. Well, that's not saying much, given your competition. My dull brother, the broody spy, metal man and captain wonder boy"

I scoff, folding my arms.

"I hear you use to be a villain of sorts. Why the change? I can tell you had potential"

"I found a family"

It was now his turn to scoff and turn away.

"The avengers?", he mocked,

Turning back to watch me step closer to the glass.

"You truly think they actually care about you?"

I take a moment to myself, before returning my attention to the god before me.

"I used to be just like you. Untrusting, malicious, a conniving little backstabber that was convinced that everyone was out to get me. I would hurt people before they could even think of hurting me first, sound familiar?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me.

"If you're such an expert on my character, then why not just kill me and get it over with?", he questioned,

"Because you still have a chance. I did and I know you do too"

"How incredibly naive. This little mind game of yours might work on the weak, but not on me"

"Its not a mind game, Loki. It's the truth"

He glares at me in an attempt to scare me off, but that wasn't going to work.

I knew back then if the team had just walked out on me, I would still be in the same exact position as him, maybe even worse off. So I wasn't going to back down without a fight.

"Was it easy for me to let my guard down? No, it was terrifying. I thought they would turn on me at any chance they got, but when they came back and saved me from Hydra...I knew I could trust them"

"How touching. Should I bring out the violins?"

I roll my eyes at his sarcasm.

"The point of all of this is that I'm not giving up on helping you"

"You're wasting your time", he said dismissively,

"Maybe, but that's not gonna stop me"

Unbeknownst to me, what I said actually got to him that night and for the first time in centuries, he truly felt seen as something other than a monster.

After his escape, I didn't see him again till Ragnarok, when we had to battle against his sister, Hela.

I was preoccupied with fighting off one of the undead that I didn't notice another one closing in on me. Just as the Draugr was about to swing his sword, his head was cut clean off his neck and the moment his body hit the ground, Loki was revealed standing right behind him.

"Hi", I greeted surprised,

"Hi", he nodded.

I look behind Loki and see Hela's wolf charging at us, when I use my powers to suspend the creature in the air and send it flying over Asgard's edge.

"I see you've gotten stronger", he says,

Causing me to shrug.

Once Thor put an end to Hela's reign of terror and got the remaining of Asgard's people safely onto the ship, we thought we were in the clear.

We couldn't have been more wrong. The refugees were mercilessly slaughtered by Thanos' guards and we were all imprisoned for days. All of us, except for Loki, who still pretended to be on the titan's side.

Eventually, when Thor was ejected out of the ship, Loki somehow managed to sneak the tesseract out and plan his escape, but when he realized I was still trapped there, he couldn't leave me behind.

I was laying in my cell, after freshly being drained of my magic, when a flash of green catches my eye. I tiredly turn to see who it was and in my half-conscious state, I could still recognize the man rushing to my side.

"Loki?", I called out weakly,

"Shhh, I've got you", he whispered,

Scooping me up into his arms, before using the tesseract to teleport us away.

I couldn't make out where we were, but he immediately lays me down on the bed and started checking me for injuries. Thankfully, only my hands had aged years from my powers being taken and they would eventually return to normal with time.

"Get some rest. I need to make some arrangements"

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after that.

Back to present day, I find myself leaving my room and making my way to his. Hesitantly, I knocked on his door and awaited a response. The door eventually opens and I was met with Loki rubbing his tired eyes.

"(Y/N)?"

I could no longer keep my composure. I run into his arms, throwing my own around him and sobbing into his chest.

"I had a nightmare", I wept.

He sighs in relief, before holding me.

"I still see him when I close my eyes"

"Shhh, you're alright"

I pull away, sniffling and he wipes my tears away.

"Come in", he urged,

Gesturing to the inside of his room. I nod and walk in, taking a seat on the foot of his bed, as he followed suit.

"He can't get you. I won't let him", he reassured,

Taking my hand into his.

"You can't promise me that"

"That won't inhibit me from trying"

I take a deep breath, as he uses his hand to gently cup my cheek and turn me to face him.

"It won't"

"Could I um...stay here? Just for tonight", I sniffled,

"Of course", he reassures.

We get into bed and buried ourselves beneath the blanket. A few moments of silence goes by, till Loki spoke up.

"Was this the first nightmare?"

I was too embarrassed to reply, so I simply shook my head.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was ashamed. I didn't wanna worry you either"

"Ashamed? You've gone through the worst of it and here you were, worried about how I would see you? (Y/N), you don't have to pretend with me. You're allowed to express your pain"

Hearing him be so sincere and gentle was more than enough to calm my nerves. I scoot closer towards him and he welcomes me in with a warm embrace.

"You are here with me and as long as there is still life in my veins, I promise you, you are safe"

I crane my head up and he meets my gaze.

Maybe it was just the exhaustion that was getting to me, but in that moment, I felt something and I was sure he felt it too.

"Loki", I whispered,

Carefully bringing my hand to his cheek.

"Yes?"

Without wasting another precious second, I press my lips onto his. If you had told me months ago that Loki and I would be here, in this moment, I would've laughed in your face, but right now...all I could think about was how good he felt against me. How effortlessly his skilled hands would caress the expanse of my back.

For a while, he reciprocated the kiss with the same fervour that I had, but then suddenly, he pulled away from me with a gasp.

"We can't"

"Loki-"

"If you're doing this because you feel as though you owe me...don't"

I couldn't help but feel my heart ache at his words. He really thought this was just a pity kiss, when it was nothing of the sort.

With my hands still cupping his face, I spoke.

"Loki. You saved my life, yes...but this isn't just some act of me saying thank you. Don't get me wrong, I will forever be grateful, but this is not what tonight is about"

He watched me intently, anticipating what I had to say.

"Life could end at any given moment and I won't spend what could be my last days being afraid. I know should've said this sooner...but I've fallen for you", I confessed.

His shoulders relaxed at my words.

"You truly mean that?"

"With every fiber of my being", I reassured,

Rubbing my thumbs back and forth on the apples of his cheeks. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, before continuing.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that"

All the weight that had been burdening me for weeks had finally been taken off my shoulders. He brushes a hair away from my forehead, before continuing to speak.

"You saved me from the moment you met me. You gave me another chance at redemption...and I will never"

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Ever"

He pressed one more to my cheek.

"Be able to thank you enough"

He presses a final one to my lips.

"If you'll have me, darling, I would love to show you the depths of my devotion"

I couldn't help, but blush at his request.

"I'd love nothing more" I exhaled.

That was all the god of mischief needed to hear, before grinning like a wild cat and pouncing onto me.

Our lips meet in a heated exchange, as his hands used my hips to pull me in closer. Every inch of my skin was burning for more. All the secret pining and anticipation has lead us to this very moment and I knew there was no going back from here. Not that I had any plans of doing so.

At some point, he flips us over so that I was on top, straddling the expanse of his thighs. I pull away for a moment to grasp at the bottom off my sweater and pull it off over my head. I was now left completely topless.

A coy smile tugs at his lips and his hands make their way up my waist, till they gently settled on my breasts.

"Had I known this was what awaited me beneath your clothes, I would've invaded New York much sooner", he joked,

Making me chuckle, whilst biting back a smile and shamelessly rolling my hips against his erection.

"Glorious, every inch of you", he exhaled.

Every word he spoke had me losing my breath. Though, it should come as no surprise to me, as he was always so effortless with them. He didn't have to say or do much to make me melt and he knew it.

Growing impatient with me teasingly grinding on him, he flips us over once more, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.

"You will be the death of me", he murmured under his breath,

Kissing me again. His lips eventually trail down my neck, the valley between my breasts, till he wrapped them around one of my eager buds, using the tip of his tongue to draw firm circles. The sinful noises spewing out of me only encouraging him further.

Once he was done showering both my hardened nips with attention, he journeyed down farther, before yanking my shorts and underwear off and pulling my thighs apart. I couldn't help but feel a chill run up my spine, seeing him stare at me with now darkened eyes.

"At long last"

He drags a finger up my drenched slit.

"A feast worth dying for", he whispered,

Finally lowering his head. I gasp at the contact, feeling his tongue clean up the mess he caused. My hands flying up at his hair, grasping at the roots.

"Loki", I whimpered,

As my legs tighten around his head. I was only met with approving hums and his hands keeping my legs apart, allowing him to continue savoring the taste of me.

"Even the sweetest fruits fall bitter at your presence", he mumbled against my bundle of nerves,

Sucking it in like the last thing he'd ever have.

I already found myself trying to fight of the nearing climax that was threatening to overtake me.

It would've been less of a struggle, had he not decided to slip two of his digits into my needy cavern, repeatedly pressing into my sweet spot. He was oh so precise with his ministrations.

"You're close, I can feel it. Do not deny me of that. Come undone for me, darling. Show me how good I make you feel"

That was the final push I needed for the knot in my stomach to snap apart and unravel. My vision fading for a moment, as my body tensed to welcome in the euphoric high.

Eventually, I grow limp coming down from my orgasm and he slowly made his way back up to my lips.

"Do you taste yourself? So exquisite, so rich. I must have you"

"Then take me", I demanded,

Holding the back of his neck.

"I was only ever yours to take"

I could tell that unlocked something within him. Like I had just awoken a beast that was already trying to claw its way out. Giving me one last mischievous smirk, he sits up, pulling his own boxers off, revealing his painfully hard cock that was begging to be soothed.

"Do you see what you do to me? Driving me up the walls by simply just being? I will ravish you to no end"

"Stop talking and just do it"

He chuckles deeply and reunites our lips once again, before tossing my legs around his waist. He takes his member into his hand, pressing the red aching tip against my sensitive clit. My back arching off the mattress as a result.

"So responsive to my touch. Will you be good for me?"

"Yes", I whispered,

And before I knew it, he plunges himself into me, resulting in another gasp to escape my parted lips.

"You are just as I'd dreamt", he groaned into my ear.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he slowly pulled his hips back, before thrusting back inside of me.

"You feel so good around me"

It didn't take long for his pace to pick up momentum. Within what felt like seconds, he began pounding mercilessly into my heat. His arms bound tightly around me waist preventing me from slipping away, as if I had any plans to.

That same familiar feeling that overwhelmed me not too long ago already building up.

Loki wasn't that far behind either. I could tell by the tempo of his movements faltering with each passing second.

"I cannot hold back any longer. Come with me, darling. Now", he struggled,

As we both fall into it together. I claw down at the alabaster skin of his back, whilst he gripped onto me for dear life, emptying himself into my pulsing walls. He then collapses on top of me and we take a moment to catch our breaths.

By the end, the room smelled of sex, sweat and the apple cinnamon candle illuminating the darkness.

He then musters the remaining of his strengths to carefully pull out of me and place me atop his sweaty chest.

"Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I can help it", he promised,

Kissing the top of my head.

[sillypiratelife]

Kuina is probably my favorite female character of One Piece, but that's because she represents just perfectly the experience of being a little girl that's into martial arts— and some other stuff.

Kuina would never be enough because she could not be man enough to inherit the dojo, according to her dad, but she was also not lady-like enough to be considered a "woman". To the eyes of other people (and what they make her believe), Kuina's dream marked her as an eternal outcast, someone who would never reach one shore or the other.

To Kuina, her body was a cage. Even if she had everything within her, her body would make her naturally weaker. Similar to being condemned to fight with a bad sword, a blade that would break. Being a child was safe. Little boys and little girls are equals. Growing up meant losing time, losing ground. Every year must have to be a burden to her, with the constant reminder that her time as the best was running out.

The fear and hatred of puberty, the horror of the way your body changes without your permission, the experience of girls who feel uncomfortable in her bodies because they don't want breasts, they don't want to be weaker once a month because their bodies are bleeding and their hormones are ruining everything— I've seen it all.

Worst even, the way people would stare at those bodies and lust for them. The trauma of being desirable. Now they think that they're entitled to your body, that they can disrespect you. You're a toy, an object, you're a woman so you're weak and fragile, you're a woman so give up, you're not in control of the situation anymore.

When Koushiro said that a woman could never be the best swordman in the world, there are soooo many things in between the lines. Why not?

As if it wasn't enough, the boys accused Kuina of being that much better than them because her dad was the leader of the dojo, so he must be teaching her in secret. Her merits were never hers, just the results of another man. "Ah, that girl can't be that good, she must be getting help, receiving special treatment, getting extra training, etc". It's infuriating and Kuina shows it. They disrespect her like it's nothing, like it's natural. Her own dad allows it and participates in that.

Before Zoro, Kuina had no one to tell her that her skills were only hers. Her body, her heritage, not of that mattered. She was the rightful winner of their matches, at least so far.

When Zoro cries out of frustration and Kuina asks him if he even knows why she should be the one crying for it? Life changing moment. Zoro got the praise and loyalty of the dojo boys, the admiration of the older people training there, he was even the special boy of her dad— Koushiro let Zoro clown around with multiple swords and watch Kuina beat his ass, but it'd never matter.

Zoro wouldn't be betrayed by his own body, his own family, his own dojo and his own hometown. He was an outsider accepted by the community, their pride even. He came out of nowhere and they gave him everything she wanted and both of them deserved. It's just that it wasn't a fair fight: Zoro was a boy and Kuina was a girl. She'd always have to fight harder even if she was better.

For me, I really think that only Zoro could carry Wado Ichimonji with him. He was the only one who respected Kuina as a person and a rival, not seeing what others saw in her. Zoro honored all their fights, never tried to discredit her, because even when Koushiro tried to give Zoro an excuse "you forgot that she's a little older than you", Zoro brushed it away. No, he could beat grown-ups. That was not it.

Kuina was better than him. Period.

The fact that she died in such an accident and the way Koushiro said "humans are fragile things"... It is just so amazing. What Kuina feared the most: all her potential, wasted. When she was finally ready to go after what she wanted, she fell down the stairs and died. Simple. The promise Zoro and Kuina made was wasted too. Now Zoro had all the time in the world and Kuina had no time at all. She was always against fate and Zoro rode with it.

I still think about how Zoro plans to make it all worth something: if she can rightfully fight for the title, then he won't let anyone have it but him. If Kuina was able to beat 2001 times the boy who would become the best swordman in the world, then no one could insult him ever again. And if he won that title with her sword, then he'd elevate both their names. If he could fulfill his promise to her, then that night would hold its meaning.

I love Kuina soooo freaking much and I love how much Zoro values her, even to this day.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Hi , its me again , do you think you could write a oneshot or sm about toby ? , like something about toby and the reader fucking while coverd blood during a mission? Like just the smuttiest smut you can make ?

BLOOD - "TICCI" TOBY

Fandom: Creepypasta

Word Count: 1,100

Plot: After the brutal slaying of your victims, Toby can't help but have you.

Warnings: SMUT, blood, oral (male receiving), dubcon, praise

His brown eyes were almost piercing as he looked you up and down. He had that smirk on, the one he wore when he saw something he liked. That something? Well tonight that would be you. The mission had been quite successful, especially for your first one working together. You’d heard Toby had been difficult to work with so you weren't expecting it to go great. You two only hung out when there was a group, so that wasn't exactly often. You'd gotten along for the most part, you'd always thought he was rather annoying but you'd put it aside for tonight.

“C-come c-closer pretty.” His deep voice sang as he moved his blood splattered goggles to the top of his head. You scoffed as you took a step towards the killer, not exactly in the mood for games. You just murdered a whole family after all. It was if you showered in blood with the way he killed the father.

He pulled you the rest of the way to him, his arm snaking around your waist as he whispered a “good girl” against your neck. Toby inhaled your sweet smell mixed with the iron of the dark blood that covered you both, slowly leaving a kiss on the soft flesh.

“Toby what the fuck!“ You tried to push the man off, reminding him that you barely know him and you’re still in the neighborhood, possibly for the eyes of anyone who happened to be near by.

He hummed and continued on, not moving an inch from your push, and certainly not caring about your current location. “W-w-who cares angel? I-it’s nice ‘n late.” He harshly nipped your neck, grabbing your wrist when you went to smack him. "Don't be r-rude. I've waited t-to be alone for sooooooo lo-ong. I've been patient." He growled against your neck. “You know y-you want me t-too.”

“You're fucking crazy.“ You hissed.

A sharp pain shot up your spine as he slammed you against the tree behind the pretty suburban house, biting your neck and slipping his hands under your heavy layers of clothing.

“I'll t-take you whether you wa-ant it or n-not.” He mumbled as he kneaded your soft flesh.

You felt your heart begin to beat against your chest. Were you... Nervous? You didn't really have much of a choice, he made that quite clear. Risk the mission and your life by calling for help, or let him have his way. He certainly wasn't unattractive...

Without giving you any longer he grabbed your hand harshly and drug you back inside the house you’d just left. It wasn't long before he propped you up against the kitchen counter, continuing to ravage your body as he wanted, slipping his hand down your pants and making quick work of your clit.

"Come on Toby- Please-" You begged, half hoping he'd let you go even though his fingers worked absolute wonders.

"Oh angel, y-you're soaked. Y-you really want me t-t-too." He smiled deviously as he continued. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You thought you didn't want him... But your body was betraying you.

"Toby- Oh fuck!" You buried your head in the mans chest as you came. Your heavy orgasm rocking your body and your slick covering his fingers.

"Mmmm... That's rrright pretty. I-I'm not done with y-you yet either." He removed his hand from your pants and slowly licked his fingers, making sure to give you a nice little show which you thoroughly enjoyed even if you refused to show it.

He placed his hands on your blood covered chest, pulling your shirt down so he could smear it across your beautiful skin, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger. The red contrasted so well, it made him so painfully hard as he looked you over. Your beautiful tits smeared with blood, moaning from his touch.

Toby wasted no time bending you over the counter and pulling down your pants. You hear the clink of his belt as he undid it, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Your heart raced in anticipation, it was so loud in your ears you worried he could hear it. He lets out a chuckle as he looks you over once more. He'd thought about this moment for a while.

He'd wanted you.

So. Damn. Bad.

Now was his chance. He pushed in, giving you no time to adjust as he bottomed out. He was all deep groans as he thrusted. You were so warm, so soft, so wet. It was everything he'd imagined from you. His cock was soaked with your juices, making wet slapping sounds as he ruthlessly fucked into you. He loved how lewd this was. Fucking against their victim's white marble counter, smearing blood against it as he thrusted harshly into you. The family dead into the living room in front of you. Your high pitched moans were like music to his ears. There was no reason to be quiet now and the both of you knew it.

"F-fuck you feel s-s-so damn good!" He moaned as he groped your boobs, smearing the blood further than he had previously.

You gripped the counter harshly as he ruined you, giving all of yourself to him with no more complaint. It wasn't long before you let go once again, covering his cock with your juices, falling limp against the counter as he continued. Soon enough he pulled out, leaving you feeling desperately empty as he turned you around, forcing you to your knees.

"I-I'm close Y/N, finish me o-off." He smirked, practically shoving his dick in your mouth. He let you do the rest with his hand in your hair, moaning loudly as you did.

It was only a matter of seconds before he came, pressing your head down so your nose touched his lower abdomen and his cock was buried deep inside your mouth. You dug your nails into his pale thighs with tears escaping your eyes. You swallowed obediently, hoping he'd quit suffocating you if you did. The proxy pulled you off by your hair, admiring how pathetic you looked. Your nose ran, tears falling down your pretty cheeks, on your knees, and your hair a mess from his hands.

"M-my pretty g-girl~" He hummed as he wiped your lip, picking you up and placing you on the counter. "Let's go h-home and take a s-shower huh?" He pulled up his pants, securing his belt before helping you with a smirk. Wiping your extra tears before picking you up in his slender but strong arms and leaving your bloody crime scene.

Okay this took forever but I'm proud of it. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your asks, I love seeing them 🖤🖤

[bunny-bandit69]

Sanji × Fem!Reader

Sanji is hot, yes. And this is mainly based off the Live Action version so, yehh.. wouldn't really say spoilers as I jumped parts a good ammount to reach the smut, but enjoy~! @gamekun I dedicate this to you.

Warning: FemDom, Pegging, Praise, Swearing, Sanji is a goddamn bottom, both characters are switches. <3

You grew up along side Sanji, from the day you were dropped on that ship to following the boy around in the kitchen to help with anything at all.. However Sanji was always picking fights with the head chef because he wanted to have something cooked a certain way. Which that went on for ages, until the night pirates came to raid the ship.. " Sanji Im scared! " You sobbed, holding onto him whilst he backed you both up into a corner, a knife grasped in his hand tightly. " Don't worry, I've got you. " You knew he was brave, Sanji always was even in the most fucked up of situations,, However you knew that you both didn't stand a chance against a ship of pirates. And soon enough a big scary man barged through the door proving your point exactly,, the man however started looking around to notice what Sanji had last been cooking,, what he did next shocked you, he tasted it and said that it was good but needed oregano which caused Sanji to launch towards the man while screaming. " SANJI NO! " You yelped, chasing after him blindly.. Then everything blacked out,, you did not remember much after that.. You woke up on a cold wet rock in the middle of the ocean, with no one around. " What happened to everyone? " You heard Sanji ask the man,, The man of course said they all died before throwing a bag at him. " This is for you and her, go slow as its the only rations we have, and dont bug me unless you see a ship. " And with that.. The horror of your life began in motion, for days on end you sat at the edge of the rock beside Sanji, never speaking a word...

Time Skip ➜

The man who had rescued you both soon enough became a guardian of sorts, as well as revealing that he was a pirate named Red Leg of the cook pirates. At some point he even retired and became the chef and owner of a restaurant named Baratie. Along side were you and Sanji who were still as close as ever, you dare say you even became a couple after long enough. Zeff was always harsh on Sanji about his cooking, but Sanji put up with it and kept creating new things,, Till the day a bunch of shit excuses of pirates came into the place. One wearing a straw hat, one with 3 swords,, one with weird hair,, and another, a female with orange hair. Sanji became almost instantly infatuated with the orange haired woman which caused your blood to absolutely boil. You knew he was a flirt by nature to get better tips but, the way he absolutely stared at her didn't sit right with you. That night you hardly saw him, he was off doing god knows what with seas know fucking who. It was the first night you had slept alone in the bed and you hated it.. You hated it so much that you even cried a little.

Time Skip ➜

After having gotten to know the band of pirates as well as help Zeff save the green haired one youd come to learn was named Zoro, you'd forgiven Sanji and he apologized for being so absent so everything was back to normal as it should have been. All good things come to an end at some point, always.. and that ending was the day Luffy was almost killed by Arlong.. Nami had betrayed the entire group and fled with the map Luffy so desperately fought to get,, but even in the situation being so dire you couldn't help but stare at Sanji. After he dove into the water to save the little pirate, he sat knelt on the dock panting softly.. The unholy thoughts that racked your brain watching him kneel like that was the most inappropriate thing for the moment.

Even later that evening while everyone recuperated themselves you were lost in thought, imagining the ways you could bend the blonde to your will. You couldn't lie, the last time you and Sanji had been physical was months ago now, and it made your thoughts even worse. " Y/N? Are you alright? " Luffy called, eyeing you from his side of the ship which snapped you back to attention, nodding quickly before standing. " Im.. going to go find Sanji, try to get some rest guys. Goodnight " You muttered, glancing at Usopp before fulling leaving.You eventually did find Sanji, in your bedroom on the Baratie packing some of his things. " So you're going with them? As Zeff said. " Sanji only nodded, continuing as he was until you came to stop him by grabbing his arm. " Do you plan to take me with you or leave me here? " And with this you saw pain cross Sanjis face. " I can't take you with me, this is dangerous, and Zeff needs you.. And I won't be anything if I stay on this ship. " You only grinned, taking his words as a challenge. " You really think, I'm going let you walk out of here without bringing me with? Think again, now be a good boy, and kneel for me my love " Sanjis face now went blank, almost like he stopped thinking but his body obeyed like it always has and sunk down to the floor, his hands resting on his knees. " Im.. forgive me mon amour.. I will not abandon you here.. " At this you smiled softly, running your hand through his hair while he leaned into your stomach. " Can we have some fun..? " He muttered just loud enough for you to hear it, which caused your smile to grow ten fold,, as your hand traveled along the crown of his head to the back of his head you grabbed a handful of his hair to pull his head back. " You best apologize to me first, for threatening to leave me on this ship. " You could see it in his eyes he was internally screaming. Normally Sanji had control but every now and then you'd have the wheel,, and he was always so cute as a submissive little whore between your legs doing everything possible to please you.

Before you knew it he had already pushed your lower clothing down,, almost if a core memory he instantly started to place kisses along your stomach and thighs, but avoiding your cunt until given permission.. " Go ahead~ " You cooed softly, moving to lift one of your legs onto the stool sitting at the end of your bed to give Sanji better access of which he quickly took advantage of.. The feeling of his tongue cirling around your clit had you moaning softly while grabbing his hair harder,, pushing him as far against you as you could.. You didn't care if he suffocated right now either, just wanted your release and to punish him for possibly leaving you. " Fuck.. just like that,, good boy... " You kept spitting out small praises between moans that seemed to urge him on even more,, suckling harshly on your small bundle of nerves which caused your vision to explode in stars. Before you got to the edge though you could feel him starting to slow, starting to gain control of the situation which urked slightly as you were the one holding him buried in between your legs. " If.. you stop, I won't even touch you Sanji. " Your voice croaked, breathless from how well he was able to use his tongue but,, guess that's given due to him being a chef having to taste his food. Your threat alone caused an audible whine to escape him while he started back up his momentum, easily bringing you crashing over the edge onto his face.

After a moment of coming down from your high you'd let him pull away,, and my fucking God the view of his flushed face,, hair sticky from sweat as well as the puppy dog look in his eyes almost had you bursting again, it was earlier on the docks but so much hotter,, but now it wad time for his punishment. " Up. " You commanded gently, watching as he stood and a wave of confusion crossed his face,, " Stay still~ " You cooed, moving behind him, now going to grab one of his ties he normally wore.. but it was specifically the one he's tied you up with before. " Strip for me baby~ " He still couldn't see you which made him nervous,, worried of what was running through your brain. Once he had stripped entirely you'd grab his arms and pull them behind him to start tieing the soft fabric around his wrists,, you could tell his brain instantly stopped working which you took advantage for to be able to push him onto the bed once you tied the final knot. The fact you had this man bent over your bed with his hands tied gave you such a powerful feeling. " Say.. What do you think I should do to punish you? .. Should I just tease you or,, " As you spoke your hands started to grope his ass gently. " Should I see how well you could take me this time? " You watched him visibly shudder at this,, shudder at the fact you had threatened to peg him, but honestly he didn't seem against it. " D-do your worst.. " He huffed, his accent making his stutter sound so much cuter. You'd specifically ordered a special item just for the case a nice 8 inch dildo with a strap to go around your hips. He couldn't see the size or what you were holding in general since his face was buried against the pillows,, most likely mentally preparing himself. " Cmon my love~ spread your legs for me~.. " You purred softly, trailing one hand along his back while the other held a small bottle of lubrication that tilted slowly to pour a little ammount onto his hole. " Hey that's cold! " He yelped, pulling away only for you to laugh softly and rub his lower back. " It's okay dear,, it'll warm up soon enough~ " And you were correct as you just as quickly grabbed the base of the dildo to line it up with his entrance before slowly pressing in, watching the man before you moan out like a whore at the stretch was the last thing you'd expected,, " Oh? My Sanji is a little whore huh~? " You voice purred, now pushing half way inside, giving him the false hope that was all until you slammed the last half inside of him and you could swear he came just from that. " S-shit.. Y/N.. please move~ " He mewled, whining softly while trying to move himself along the dildo only to have no luck as you pulled away slowly, snapping your hips to shove back deep within him causing even more filthy mewls and begs to grace your ears. " That's my good boy.. Always doing so well for me.. " With each word you spoke you made sure to insinuate it with a thrust, burying as deep as you could within him. " im- I can't take it! Is too much I'm gonna explode! " He cried out, causing your pace to speed up even more until the point you had to lean over him for support while railing him over and over.. " Do it. Cum for me like the slut you are. " You spat, watching his body spasm as his own orgasm washed over him harshly. " That's it.. Relax.. " You purred, leaning into giving him the affection he deserves for being so good, as you pulled out and took off the harness you saw that he was still trembling slightly. " Damn, I didn't know you liked taking it up the ass that much~ " You laughed, smacking his ass before climbing onto the bed to untie his wrists from their binds. " Fuck you. " He mumbled, blushing heavily while turning over to look at you. " I just did. "

Time Skip ➜

The next day you and Sanji had both piled onto the Straw hats ship and started along your way,, Sanji of course wanted to ignore Zeff but in the end caved and said his goodbyes. " So guys! What's on the dinner menu?? " You heard Luffy shout, clapping his hands together. " Well tonight I will be making a smoked salmon with my special sauce. " Sanji responded, which caused Luffy to run around happily. " And you, I'll deal with you after Y/N. " That stopped you dead in your tracks, looking towards Sanji who only winked before walking away leaving you dumfounded. Well shit.. You were fucked.

[axlerica]

SECOND CHANCES~

-The One Where Trust Was Broken-

Pedri's fame and flirtations lead to the end of his relationship with Y/N. When they meet again, he begged for a second chance. Can they overcome the past and find a second chance at love? A journey of healing and rediscovery.

Once upon a time, in a bustling city of Barcelona. Y/N and Pedri were two young hearts who fell deeply in love. They met by chance at a local coffee shop, bonding over their shared love for art and poetry. Their connection was instant, and soon, they became inseparable.

As Pedri's football career began to take off, the demands of his new life as a professional player started to take a toll on their relationship. The long training hours, constant media attention, and traveling with the team made it increasingly difficult for him to spend time with Y/N.

One evening, after a particularly challenging match, Y/N decided to surprise Pedri at his apartment. As she opened the door, her heart sank at the sight before her. Pedri was surrounded by a group of girls, laughing and enjoying themselves.

Her voice shook as she confronted him, "Pedri, what's going on here?"

Pedri turned towards her, his face pale with guilt. "Y/N, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, trying to explain.

But Y/N couldn't bear to hear any more. Tears welled up in her eyes as she choked back the words, "I trusted you, Pedri. How could you do this to me?"

Pedri reached out to touch her arm, but she pulled away, feeling betrayed and hurt. "I didn't think it would hurt you this much, We were just having a party. That’s all.” he admitted.

"How could you not think it would hurt me?" Y/N's voice trembled with anger and sadness. "We were supposed to be in this together, but you've become so distant, so careless."

Pedri tried to explain, "I've been under so much pressure, and I made a mistake. These girls, they don't mean anything to me, I swear."

But Y/N couldn't bear to hear any more excuses. "I can't do this, Pedri. I can't be with someone who doesn't value our love," she said, her voice trembling with pain.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, she turned and walked away, leaving Pedri standing there, filled with regret and remorse. He knew he had made a grave mistake, and the consequences of his actions were too painful to bear.

In the following days, Pedri tried to reach out to Y/N, desperate to apologize and make amends. But the damage was done, and Y/N couldn't bring herself to forgive him. The heartbreak was too deep, and she knew she had to prioritize her own happiness and well-being.

And so, their once beautiful love story ended in heartbreak and sorrow. Pedri's fame and the pressures of his football life led him astray, and Y/N had to find the strength to heal and move forward without him.

In the years that followed, Pedri became one of the greatest footballers in the world, achieving incredible success on the field. But deep down, he always carried the regret of losing the one person who had loved him unconditionally.

As for Y/N, she focused on her art and her travels, finding solace in the beauty of the world around her. Though scarred by the past, she learned to cherish the memories of their time together and embraced the journey of healing and self-discovery.

Two years after the breakup , Pedri's attempts to reach out to Y/N remained unanswered. Each unanswered call and unopened message deepened the chasm between them. As the weight of his fame grew heavier, Pedri's personality started to change.

The adoration and praise from fans, coupled with his on-field success, fueled his ego. Pedri became more distant from his teammates, spending his time surrounded by a new group of people who were enamored by his stardom. The once humble and grounded player began to develop an air of arrogance, losing sight of the values that had endeared him to others in the first place.

His teammates noticed the change, and some tried to offer guidance, reminding him of the person he used to be. But Pedri brushed them off, convinced that he knew better. He no longer felt the need to work hard or prove himself, believing that his talent alone was enough to maintain his status.

Meanwhile, Y/N focused on rebuilding her life and finding happiness outside of the football world. Though the pain of their breakup still lingered, she was determined to move forward. She immersed herself in her art, traveling to different places and finding inspiration in every corner of the world.

One day, as Pedri was scrolling through his social media feed, he came across a post from Y/N. Her artwork was showcased in an art gallery, and the comments were filled with admiration for her talent and creativity.

For a moment, Pedri's heart tugged at the sight of her success, but he quickly dismissed the feeling. His ego had grown too large, and he couldn't bear to see her thriving without him.

Time passed, and Pedri's arrogance only intensified. He relished the attention and privileges that came with his fame, often disregarding the feelings and needs of those around him. His former humility seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a haughty demeanor that rubbed others the wrong way.

As the years went by, Pedri's career continued to flourish, but his personal life remained empty. He had attained fame and wealth, but the void left by his broken relationship with Y/N lingered, and no amount of success could fill it.

On a rainy evening, as Pedri sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, he found himself reminiscing about the love he had lost. He realized that he had become a shell of the person he once was and that his fame had brought him more loneliness than joy.

In a moment of clarity, he decided to look up Y/N's number once again, hoping to reconnect after all this time. But as he dialed her number, his heart sank when he heard the familiar automated message stating that the number was no longer in service.

Pedri's eyes filled with tears, realizing that he had let go of the one person who truly loved him for who he was. He had become too blinded by fame and his own self-importance to see the value of their love.

And so, in the bustling city where fame and success reigned, Pedri's journey had come full circle. The once humble and kind-hearted young man had become a shadow of his former self, while the woman who had loved him unconditionally had found her own path to happiness and fulfillment.

As the rain poured outside, Pedri sat alone, reflecting on the choices he had made and the person he had become. The road to fame had come at a high cost, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was worth losing the love that had once meant everything to him.

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One gloomy afternoon, as raindrops fell gently on the city's streets, Pedri found himself seeking solace in their favorite coffee shop – the very place where their love story had begun. He ordered his usual, a cortado, and settled into a corner booth, lost in a sea of memories that flooded his mind.

Little did he know that fate had other plans for him that day. As he sipped his coffee, he looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. There, standing just a few feet away, was Y/N. She looked as radiant as ever, her eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky.

For a moment, time stood still. Pedri's heart raced, unsure of what to do next. The memories of their past love and the pain of their breakup weighed heavily on him. His ego and arrogance seemed to vanish, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

Y/N noticed Pedri's gaze, and her eyes met his. The air was charged with unspoken emotions. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach him after all these years.

Pedri swallowed hard, gathering his courage. He stood up and took a step towards Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of apprehension and hope.

Y/N's eyes softened as she looked at him. "Pedri," she replied, her voice equally tender. "It's been a long time."

He nodded, a lump forming in his throat. "I know, and I've missed you," he admitted, his vulnerability shining through.

She gave him a sad smile, "I missed you too, but things have changed, Pedri. We've both moved on."

He took a deep breath, "I know I made a lot of mistakes back then. My ego got the best of me, and I lost sight of what truly mattered."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. "Pedri, it's okay. We were both young, and life took us in different directions."

He reached out to touch her hand gently, "But I never stopped loving you, Y/N. I was a fool to let you go."

She looked down, her heart torn between the past and the present. "Pedri, we can't change the past. We can only learn from it and move forward," she said, her voice trembling.

Pedri nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I understand, but I just had to tell you how much you meant to me. I'll always cherish the memories we shared."

Y/N's gaze softened, and she gave him a bittersweet smile. "I'll cherish them too, Pedri. But we both need to find our own happiness now."

They stood there, facing each other, the weight of their history heavy in the air. As the rain continued to fall outside, they knew it was time to say their goodbyes once again.

Pedri's heart ached as he watched Y/N walk away, knowing that he had let go of the person who had loved him unconditionally. He had lost her once, and now, he had to come to terms with the consequences of his choices.

As Y/N walked away, Pedri's heart couldn't bear the thought of losing her again. With a rush of adrenaline, he made a split-second decision and ran after her through the pouring rain.

"Y/N, please wait!" he called out, his voice filled with desperation.

She turned around, surprised to see him running towards her. The rain continued to fall heavily, but neither of them seemed to care about getting soaked.

Pedri stopped in front of her, his breathing heavy from both the run and the emotional turmoil inside him. "I can't let you go like this," he said, trying to steady his voice.

Y/N looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and regret in them. "Pedri, what are you doing?" she asked, her heart torn between wanting to give him another chance and protecting herself from potential hurt.

"I made a mistake, a big one, and I regret it every day," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I know I became arrogant and let my fame get to my head. But none of it mattered without you. You were the light of my life, and I lost sight of that."

Tears mixed with raindrops on Y/N's cheeks as she listened to his words. "Pedri, I loved you so much, but I couldn't bear the pain of watching you change. It broke my heart," she whispered.

"I know, and I'm so sorry for hurting you," he said, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears. "But I've learned from my mistakes, and I promise you, Y/N, I'll do whatever it takes to be a better person and be worthy of your love again."

Y/N took a step back, trying to compose herself. "Pedri, I can't just forget what happened. It hurt too much."

"I understand, and I don't expect you to forgive me right away," he said, his eyes pleading. "But please, give us another chance. Let me show you that I've changed."

As the rain poured down around them, Y/N hesitated, torn between the love she once had for Pedri and the pain of their past. She knew that forgiving him wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that deep down, her heart still longed for him.

"I need time, Pedri," she finally said, her voice barely audible over the rain.

"I'll wait for you, for as long as it takes," he vowed, reaching for her hand. "I'll prove to you that you're the most important thing in my life."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. "If you truly mean that, then show me through your actions, not just your words," she said, holding back the tears.

Pedri nodded, determination in his gaze. "I promise, Y/N. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust and love back."

And so, with their hearts heavy with the weight of their past and the hope of a future, Pedri and Y/N stood in the rain, at the crossroads of love and forgiveness. Only time would tell if their love story would find its way back to the happiness they once shared.

Should I do a part 2 for this?

[callsignfate]

Personal Exile Pt. 5

Day Four of Writemas/Birthday posts!

If you want to see the scheduled posts go here If you want to see more posts like this go here

TW: Self degrading jokes (you call yourself mutt), if I've missed any let me know!

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Your sleep was cut short as your ass and back burned from the stagnant position you had stayed in for hours, sleeping sitting on the floor next to her in your bed.

You were exactly what the others had nicknamed you as 'Valeria's mutt.' You had learned after listening to it so many times that you ended up translating it for yourself one night out of curiosity and boredom. Sleeping at her feet on the floor now, no less. You chuckled at your own thought quietly before you slowly staggered to your feet.

The burning and numb feeling had turned into painful needles that stabbed all over your lower back down to your feet as you moved your painfully numb legs towards the door once you had grabbed your usual gear. You glanced back at Valeria, still sleeping soundly. You walked out into the hall and then outside into the quiet morning. If you hadn't checked the time, you wouldn't have known that it was early morning from how dark it was. You scanned the patrols, recognizing a few of the men, none of them interesting to you.

You paced the hallways endlessly, taking in the art and decorations as you mindlessly looked around. Eventually, the windows brightened, and the sun showed through them as you sighed and headed back towards Valeria's office.

The door was slightly ajar; you opened it fully to see Valeria sitting at her desk, looking between papers looking better than she did last night.

"Well, look who's looking better already," you said, pushing the door open and walking in with a playful smirk.

She didn't even glance up at you, as always. "Did you sleep in bed with me?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the papers.

"As if I'd dare sleep in bed with thee, El Sin Nombre," you said playfully, putting your hand to your chest and bowing as if she were royalty and you were a mere servant.

"Where did you sleep?" She asked, only glancing at you briefly after tearing her eyes from her papers.

"On the floor like your so-called mutt," you said, putting emphasis on your nickname that you knew Valeria had also heard of. "It fits—I listen to you while you hold the metaphorical leash you have me on. I do your bidding, sorry—biting, then I sleep at your feet like a dog," you continued, and Valeria's eyes finally tore away from her work, studying you carefully. The air in the room seemed to shift with the unspoken tension between you two.

The corners of Valeria's lips curled into a sly smirk as she leaned back in her chair, regarding you with a mix of amusement and something unreadable. "Mutt or not, you always come back."

You approached her desk, leaning against it with a confident grin. "Well, I have to stick around for my favorite tyrant. Who else would put up with your demands and your charming lack of appreciation?"

Valeria chuckled, a sound that carried a hint of genuine warmth. "Charming, indeed. But don't mistake my lack of verbal praise for a lack of acknowledgment, mutt. You know your place."

"Right at your feet, metaphorical leash and all," you retorted, enjoying the playful banter that always danced between you two.

She finally set her papers aside and locked eyes with you. "Did you at least get some rest?" There was a subtle softness in her voice, a rare moment of concern that betrayed a deeper connection than your banter suggested.

You shrugged nonchalantly, "As much as one can on a cold, hard floor."

A contemplative look crossed Valeria's face. "Next time, take the damn bed. I'm not going to have my mutt complaining and unable to do her job because of a sore back."

The sincerity surprised you, but you met it with a nod. "Sure thing, boss. Now, what's on the agenda for today? More biting or just general mayhem?"

Valeria's eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. "Let's start with a bit of both and see where the day takes us. We've got some dealings with the rival gang this afternoon, and I want you on the front lines."

You feigned a dramatic sigh. "Ah, the front lines. Always my favorite place to be."

Her smirk widened. "You love it, admit it."

"I live for the chaos you create," you replied, playing along. "Anything else, or shall I prepare myself for the impending mayhem?"

"Actually," she said, leaning forward, "we've got a new recruit coming in today. Some fresh blood eager to prove themselves. Show them the ropes, teach them the way things work around here."

You raised an eyebrow. "A babysitting job? That's a first."

Valeria's tone turned serious. "This recruit has potential. Keep an eye on them, assess their strengths, and report back to me. Understood?"

"Crystal clear, boss. Babysitting duty it is," you said with a smirk, appreciating the trust she placed in you for this task.

As the day unfolded, you found yourself navigating the delicate balance of chaos and order that defined your world. The streets echoed with the sounds of the city awakening to another day, and you, Valeria's mutt, moved with purpose. The new recruit proved to be a quick learner, and you shared the tricks of the trade with a certain level of amusement. It was a different kind of dynamic, one that reminded you of your early days under Valeria's careful watch.

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A/N: Im sorry for this taking so long to post I spent so much time preparing for the birthday posts and 'writemas' that it ended up on the back burner but here it is!

If you want to see the scheduled posts go here If you want to see more posts like this go here

[kitsune-oji]

Hi! Nice to find your blog! I just read your "There is no guarantee you will be different", and I loved it! I was wondering if I could request the same thing for Lucifer? And/Or Satan? Especially as these two have anger issues. And I think it could be interesting?

I especially loved to finally find a prompt/story where it's relatable for this type of trust issues. Thank you!

There's No Guarantee You will be Different

Mc who has been hurt a lot in the past (betrayed, lied to, used) even by those that promised otherwise and were nice at first and struggles to trust others because of it. Not understanding why someone would actually like/love them or not believing them, being scared of getting hurt again and again like in the past.

Of course! Sorry this took so long but I hope you like it :)

Characters: Lucifer, Satan

Other: Barbatos & Beel, Mammon

-> feel free to request this with other obey me characters too

Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort-y, implied intimate actions (Lucifer), implied violence against third parties (Satan)

"You keep saying you love me, you keep promising that you will never leave, that you'll never hurt me... How do you know that? There's no guarantee. In the past, I've trusted those who told me all that and in the end, they ended up breaking all their promises anyway. Please, don't promise me things you can't keep. Even if you think you can keep them now, you don't know how it will be in the future. Maybe you'll get sick of me too, just like everyone else. I love you too but... I'm just scared. I'm sorry."

Lucifer

"...no, I guess I don't know that. You're right but you're also wrong. I love you right now and that is the truth. I can't see myself not loving you in the future and you can't expect me to act the way others have before me. ...their actions say nothing about your worth, even if it may be hard to recognize that. I'll make sure you will understand your worth. You should be proud to be yourself."

Lucifer is upset over the fact that you would hold him to the same standards as those who have hurt you in the past but after the initial displeasure, he understands that that isn't what he should be focusing on

He's convinced that the main problem is the fact that your confidence and self image has been damaged from your prior experience and that helping you build yourself back up will make you less anxious about the relationship you two have

Honestly, he's not wrong

Lucifer pays attention to verbally recognize any achievements you make and praise you for them

Sometimes, he asks you to tell him good things about yourself and will reward you for every thing you can list with confidence. Your rewards depend on what you like, obviously ;)

It's incredibly sweet when someone like Lucifer makes an effort to voice and show you how much he thinks of you. Not just the affection he as for you, which is plenty, but also how he appreciates you as another person. The skills you have, how much you do for him and his brothers, the effort he sees you put into your self-betterment and anything else positive he sees

You're an amazing person and in his eyes, everyone who has hurt and left you in the past are downright dumb and not worth your time anyway

Satan

In the first moment, it pisses Satan off so badly to hear those words that he has to go outside and search out the street cars he regularly goes to just to clear his head

Once he isn't so angry anymore, he feels bad over the fact he just stormed out like that

"I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you, just at the fact that you feel this way. They had no right to hurt you like that and I can't understand how they couldn't see how wonderful you are. You weren't appreciated by those you loved in the past but I'll make sure not to make the same mistake. I know it's hard for you to trust me but please, give me a chance to show you I'm different."

Satan regrets his initial reaction and wants to make it up to you even more

Honestly, there's a part of him that wants to make the people who hurt you pay and if you let him, he will. You won't have to hear about it if you don't want to, everything is up to you

He tries to find romance stories where the main character has gone through similar pain as you did and find love in the progress of the book with the intent that it may show you that there is always hope

If you want, he can read them to you as well

Little notes of poems and anecdotes are scattered everywhere from your school books to your lunchboxes talking about Satan's love for you and what makes you so lovable in his eyes

He makes a list of all the romantic dates he has heard or read about and wants to try with you. You can rank them with him and then Satan will do his best to make everything come true one by one

Yet the most touching and convincing situation for you were the times when Satan was so lost in his rage that he couldn't see clearly and yet the mere sound of your voice calmed him so quickly that you almost go whiplash from the way he switched around

Even cats didn't always work to make Satan get out of his blinding wrath but every time you manage to do just that, it makes you feel that you truly mean as much to him as he claims and it reassures you that maybe, this time will be different after all

[idyllic-affections]

HIII!

What are your thoughts on Kaveh's childe being a dancer??

I'm kinda self projecting on this one bcs I like to dance myself (mainly kpop) but I wanted to know what you thought of that ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

(Sorry if it's not clear/understandable english is not my first language (ʘᴗʘ))

what if kaveh's child wanted to be a dancer?

summary. how would kaveh react if his child wanted to become a dancer?

trigger & content warnings. no applicable warnings.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. adoptive dad!kaveh & reader, nilou & reader, cyno & reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of what if kaveh adopted a child?

author's thoughts. don't worry, dear!! your english is great, no need to apologize <3 this idea is so cute tbh. i love the idea of kaveh's kid being artistic. every time i get an ask like this one, it makes me so happy. it's so cute to me! artistic kaveh and his artistic child <33

in short, kaveh would wholeheartedly support his kid.

that is a given, of course—he's probably sumeru's most supportive father, really. he only wants his child to be happy and healthy. anything his kid wants to pursue, he's right there cheering them on, doing whatever he can to help them research it or gather materials for it. whatever it is that their interest demands, he will do his best to attain it. thankfully, while kaveh is broke, alhaitham has the mora to fund their interests and does happen to have a little soft spot for them, so he gladly does so when kaveh cannot afford to. he doesn't make kaveh pay him back, because really...

alhaitham has long since accepted that he is, in part, responsible for [name]. he is one of their caretakers. it is his responsibility to help enrich their life.

cyno also has the mora to help out. like haitham, he has a soft spot for them, so their hobbies are usually funded by either the scribe or the general mahamatra.

(cyno isn't supposed to fund their artistic hobbies, but we'll explore that idea later on in this post.)

kaveh does worry, however.

i've always imagined that kaveh adopts his child a good while before the sumeru archon quests—several years, at least. if his child wanted to be a dancer... well, he'd do all he could to protect them from the akademiya, sneaking them into zubayr theater so they can watch all the performances that their heart desires (and he also loves watching the theater, so it's something he's glad to share with his child). i imagine that cyno would find out about this eventually. as a matra, it's his job to... stop it, or discourage it at the very least. he has to uphold the akadmeiya's rules. he has to.

...he just cannot bring himself to do it, however. the way their eyes sparkle when they watch the dancers preform... archons, the thought of betraying the trust they have put in him, betraying the trust he's built with them by caring for them in their younger years, it greatly unsettles him.

he can't crush their soul like that. he's very relieved when the sages get overthrown. he would never want to do anything to hurt them, especially when he knows that his actions will undoubtedly be harmful. trust is a fragile thing. it can only be built up after months or years of hard work, yet can shatter in a fraction of the time.

the general mahamatra is just... so, so relieved that he doesn't have to hide them from the sages anymore.

his nibling's (gn alternative to niece/nephew) passion is not something meant to be hidden.

can you imagine nilou teaching them to dance, though? i think it'd be very cute! she'd totally do it if kaveh ever approached her and asked.

she would love them, gently correcting any missteps they make and excitedly praising them when they master a difficult choreography. nilou would think of them fondly, like a little dance apprentice! she's not quite mature enough to be seen as a mother figure, however. she's more akin to another big sister to them, like collei.

(i also like to think that, in a cruel twist of fate, [name] eventually gets a hydro vision, as if the hydro archon's gaze was always cast upon them even after they left fontaine. nilou would be the one to teach them how to use it, teach them how to associate it with better feelings and memories. <3)

when sumeru comes out of its oppresive state and the arts are welcomed as they always should have been, [name]'s lil found family will all attend their first official performance with nilou. nilou wouldn't let them perform prior to that out of concern for their safety.

kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, and collei really are their greatest cheerleaders in life.

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I Remember Part VI

A/N: This is the final part. I really hope you enjoy it and please do reply if you liked it. Definitely want to know your responses to the ending of this. I don’t think this part was great writing from me and I might rewrite it at a later date to make it better but after some of the comments this felt the right way to end it. Warnings: incest. Praise. Dub con and non con (slightly). Overstimulation. Smut. P in v. Angst. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (cousin) Word count: 4.5k

Italics = past

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"Remember we have to get up early tomorrow."

Aegon's head peeled around the corner into the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked at you. "Why?"

"Everyone is getting picked up," you reminded him, washing your face as you did. Your grabbed a towel patting it dry as a hand crept around your front. "Also meaning, we probably should be a bit more cautious." His chest pressed against your back, lips trailing soft kisses along your neck as he held you there. "Maybe get up before everyone else so we don't get caught in bed together."

Aegon groaned at the thought. "Sounds dreadful." His fingers slipped into the waist band of your shorts, sliding around as he pushed them down. "Do you know what doesn't sound dreadful?"

You gasped at the feel of him, one hand gripping your thigh as the other hand placed his cock against your ass. He slid it across your folds, nudging it before he pushed it inside you slowly. His other hand slipped round your front, moving to the front of your cunt as his fingers played with your clit.

"Aegon," you whimpered, completely forgetting what you had been talking about.

You felt so sensitive from how many times you and Aegon had fucked today. He had taken you in every corner of the room, pining you down as he made you orgasm again and again. His hand would have to cover your mouth, stopping the loud moans you'd make as you came around him.

Even when you thought Aegon had enough, that he would tire, he'd manage to look at you again with those dilated eyes and take you all over again. You had told him that the last time was enough, locking him out of the bathroom so you could shower and here he was again, pounding in from behind you.

"Look at you," Aegon chuckled, directing your face to the mirror in front of you. "Look at how much you love this."

Your mouth was agape, eyes blown out as you stared back at yourself. You made this so easy for him, coming undone for him just from a simple touch.

His fingers rubbed against your clit as his cock pounded into you from behind. You twisted your head round, looking up at him as he watched your face intently. He reached down, pressing his forehead against yours as he moaned into your mouth.

It hurt all over, you were so exhausted but your body betrayed you as it reacted to him. Your cunt clenched around him, practically begging for release while whimpers and moans escaped your lips.

"It's too much," You told him, trying to push away from him. But he was stronger than you as he held you still, one hand reaching up to play with your tits as they jiggled with every bounce. "Aegon, it hurts." Your cunt felt abused at this point, with every stroke there was a slight tinge of pain.

"It's okay, I've got you," he whispered against your lips. His fingers grazed across your skin, tracing the bruises he had left across your breasts. He had a dark grin as he stared at the marks he had left, knowing that they were definitely going to be hard to hide. "You're doing so good for me."

"I'm going to-" you cried, a hand slamming over your mouth as you muffled your own sounds. Your orgasm hit you suddenly, making your body practically collapse into Aegon as it took over you. It was as pleasurable as it was painful and you were sure it was going to make you pass out.

Aegon held onto you, your pussy clenching around him as you came. He came as well, spilling into you for what must of been at least the tenth time that day. He moaned into your mouth, lips pressing against yours as his thrusts came to a stop.

You both tried to regain your breath as you came down together.

Aegon hadn't realised what he had done to you for a second, still trying to come back down to reality. It wasn't until he heard your soft cries that he turned you around, cock slipping out of you.

"I'm sorry." His hands grabbed your legs hoisting them around his waist as he picked you up. Your arms wrapped around him, head nestling into his neck as you tried to calm your small sobs. "Let me take care of you."

He placed you on the bed, coming in beside you as he cuddle into you. You shifted your body on top of his, relaxing into him as his hands ran down your back.

"It's okay," he hummed, soothing you in a way only his words could. "You did so good for me and it's over now."

You finally stopped after about twenty minutes, feeling yourself become drowsy on top of him.

"What should we do after the summer?" You asked him, chin resting on his chest as you looked at him.

"I'm still studying," He said.

"I could always apply to the same university as yours. You go to Three Towers right?" you suggested, biting on the inside of your cheek slightly anxious of his response.

"You would?" Aegon seem surprised, eyes widening as he gazed up at you.

"If you would like that." You were unsure of yourself as you spoke, almost scared that he would reject you.

"Of course I'd like that." He shoved his lips on yours in a small kiss, fingers working through your hair as pulled you closer. "I don't think I can be parted from you again. Not like last year."

You nodded in agreement, the idea made your stomach tense in pain. The thought of him never left your mind that whole year and you were sure that even if things ended now, you'd never be able to truly recover from it.

"You won't be." You kissed him again. "I promise you that."

-

Of course you were the first one to actually be up in the morning, making sure to have all your things packed and the place cleaned. It was an hour before Aegon woke up, lucky that you had packed his stuff for him so all he needed to do was wash and get changed.

He found you in the kitchen, watching you from the other side of the room as you cleaned everyone's mess up. Baela and Rhaena were both helping you as they splashed water your way, laughing when it hit your face. It was really a sight to behold, something that he wished that he had with his own siblings.

Baela turned around and as soon as she noticed him standing there she huffed and glared. Aegon tried to give her a small smile but she wasn't having any of it as she shoved her way past him.

"Your boyfriend is here," Baela snapped, before leaving the room.

You twisted your head around noticing Aegon instantly as your face dropped slightly. "Baela really," you argued back, throwing your hands in the air in defeat.

Rhaena turned around, a small frown on her lips as she looked at you. Her eyes were full of concern as she opened her mouth, fighting with what to say. "Everyone knows you know," she told you, looking in between you. "I just-"

"Everyone knows what?" You questioned, a sudden panic filling your stomach. You became very defensive, not realising how guilty you truly looked.

"Are you being serious?" Rhaena asked, trying to keep her voice down. "You literally spend all day in your room with him, telling us we aren't allowed to come in."

"I'm just spending time with my cousin, there is nothing wrong with that." You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring down at your younger sister.

"Stop lying, Y/N." Rhaena took a step back, shaking her head at you. "Everyone knows."

The front door opened, Alicent's voice pouring in as she made her way in. Rhaena stormed away, joining the others.

Tears brimmed your eyes in panic, looking up at Aegon as you tried not to breakdown.

"Everything okay in here?" Alicent asked as she came into the room.

You quickly nodded, giving her a reassuring smile as you made your way outside. Rhaneyera was also there, helping everyone pile up the car with bags as everyone got in.

Your mind went blank from there, getting into Aegon's car to drive back to the family vacation home. You couldn't even think as you stared out the window, head void of thought as your stomach grew with anxiety.

What was going to become of you now?

-

It wasn't like you to not have anything to say but as you sat round the table for dinner you really couldn't think of anything.

Aegon had been all reassuring through out the day as he held you in his room, promising you that he wouldn't let you go again, that you both would manage to get through this.

He found your hand under the table and you interlaced yours with his as he gave it a squeeze. You looked at him beside you, managing a small smile for him.

In reality, you wanted to cry. You wanted to plead with him to run away with you before any madness could unfold. You felt so on edge that someone was about to say anything and you didn't know how it would go down.

"So we were all thinking that we could have a little celebration here before you two went away on the Friday," Alicent said, directing the attention of the table towards you and Aegon. "For Aegon's birthday like we always do."

Aegon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds great." 

Everyone one seemed to be in agreement, Alicent opening her mouth to speak more on the idea but was cut off by another voice across the table.

"Dad," Baela spoke up grabbing Daemons attention.

You snapped your gaze towards her, eyes widening at Baela.

Even Rhaena tugged on Baela's shirt as she shook her head. Both of them shared a look before Baela turned back to her dad, ignoring both of her sisters.

"She can't go," Baela pleaded, voice filled with genuine worry.

"Baela," you warned, hand squeezing Aegon's as you glared at her.

"Look at her." Baela stood up from her seat, motioning towards you with her hand. "He's taking complete advantage of her."

"Baela, you don't know what you're talking about." You shouted, tears brimming in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" Daemon questioned, looking between you and your sister.

"Baela stop-"

"He's been fucking her," Baela screamed, eyes not even able to look at you anymore. "He's probably forcing her to do it as well. She hasn't once left that room while we were-"

"You're lying," you shouted back, standing up now. "You have no idea what you're on about."

"It's not like she's the only one fucking her family," Aemond defended, laughing to himself as he shrugged his shoulders. "We all know you like to fuck Rhaneyera from time to time, don't you uncle."

"Aemond," Alicent shrieked at him.

The attention started to divert off of you for a bit Alicent, Viserys and Rhaneyera trying to scold Aemond. All of them standing up as they started to argue back and forth with one another.

"Is this true, Y/N?" Daemon asked, standing up from his seat.

Laena grabbed his wrist trying to hold him down.

"No," you lied, shaking your head. But your body was shaking with tears as you started to crumble.

"You have love bites on your chest." Baela pointed out. "Everyone can see them, Y/N."

"Fuck you," you sobbed, trying to throw yourself at her. Aegon stood up to stop you, pushing you away from it all.

It became such a mess after that, people shuffling around the table. Your vision blurred with tears as you screamed at your sister. You were so distraught that you didn't even notice your father storming over.

Daemon launched himself at Aegon, fist connecting with his jaw as he threw him to the ground.

You stood back, a hand covering your mouth as you watched your father jump on Aegon. You rushed to his aid, trying to get Daemon off. "Stop, dad."

He didn't even realise you were behind him, his elbow launching back as it hit you in the face.

You fell backwards to the floor, gasping as your hand covered your face.

"Daemon stop," Laena shouted, moving to your side as she assessed your face. She turned sharply to Daemon, glaring at him. "Look at what you've done."

Daemon looked horrified as he walked over to you, trying to assess the damage but you slapped his hand away.

Everyone was staring at you. It was all out in the open and there was nothing you could do about it.

-

"This isn't fair," you argued, holding an ice pack to your face.

"Me and your father talked about this. And as much as you hate him right now, this is for your own good," Laena told you with a stern tone, hardly able to look up at you.

"You told me to forgive him," you sobbed, body shaking with grief. "I did what you said. It's not fair. I can't help the way I feel about him-"

"I thought you guys were good together, as cousins," she sharply pointed out, shaking her head. "You are cousins, this delirious fantasy needs to end. It's not healthy."

"That is so rich coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on. We all know that you and dad fuck Aunt Rhaneyera," you spat, your whole body tensing at this point. "Wonder where I get these delirious fantasies from."

"You don't know what you're talking about." Laena scowled at you.

"That's funny," you chuckled. "That's what I said to Baela."

"I don't even know who you are." Laena crossed her arms as she stared at you. "You never acted like this with me before. You were always the sweet and sensitive one. But now you are talking to me in such a vile way and I know exactly where you're getting it from."

She was right, you sounded exactly like Aegon when he used to laugh at his parents. Every time he'd get in trouble he would always have something to snarl back at them. But maybe that is what you needed instead of cowering away defenceless.

"Maybe you're right," you told her, nodding slightly. "But you know who else sounds like this?" She rolled her eyes at you as she waited for your answer. "The man that you married. Funny how that works isn't it."

"We are leaving tomorrow," Laena said, sounding completely defeated. "I hope you're happy." She stormed out of your room, slamming the door behind her.

It was a few hours till Aegon came in, even after you text him begging to see him after your mother left. He was being more cautious not wanting to face another blow to the face from Daemon.

You were laid out on the bed when he came in, eyes staring distantly into the corner of your room. You scurried up when you noticed him, going to pull him in for a hug.

He didn't reciprocate instead he turned away and barely looked at you.

"What's wrong?" You whispered, not wanting anyone to hear you.

"We can't do this anymore," Aegon replied, looking back at you. There was two purple bruises on his face, one over his eye and the other on his jaw. His eyes were glazed over, lips tight lipped as he shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand," you said, eyes wide in disbelief.

"I'm not good for you," Aegon admitted, motioning towards you. "I'm a fucking horrible person, Y/N. I'm turning you into a horrible person."

"No," you argued, standing in front of him. "That's not true. You're not a terrible person, you've done bad things but you're not a bad person."

Aegon clenched his fists by his side trying to keep his composure.

"I love you." Your hand reached to his face, pulling him to look at you. "And you love me. We can run away from this if you want. I will leave now I don't care."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He pushed your hands down, taking a step back.

"No," you screamed, reaching out for him again. "You told me that you couldn't be without me. You fucking told me that you loved me and that you needed me. You reassured me on that."

"I guess I lied didn't I," he spat, scowling at you as tears poured down his face.

You threw yourself at him, fists punching at his chest as you collapsed onto the floor. "You told me-" You choked on your words, unable to speak as you cried with pure anguish.

He couldn't mean the words he said, surely not.

"You don't mean it, Aegon." You gripped onto his legs, holding onto him with pure desperation. "You're ly-lying."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He removed himself from you, walking backwards. "I'm so sorry." He left through the door, someone else replacing his presence in the room.

Arms wrapped around you as you sobbed into your mother's chest. Words stuttered out of your mouth as you didn't make any sense, shaking with grief.

This was it.

-

Your mother held you all night, you didn't think you got one wink of sleep as you continued to cry. No amount of soothing could help mend you, feeling every part of you fall apart with the thought of never being with Aegon again.

That wasn't even the worst of it, the words he had spoken to you made you question everything. It got to the point where you didn't feel anything, just a deep numbness as your head pounded.

When you did wake up, your stuff was all packed as Laena and Daemon were already taking it in the car.

No one really said anything to you for the day, even your sisters just gave you sympathetic looks but knew not to say anything.

Alicent was by the door once you were all crammed into the family car, trying to plead with Laena for you not to leave. You felt terrible for taking them away from the summer trip, barely even spending much time here. You had ruined everything for them and you couldn't even apologise as you stared out the window.

Saying nothing at this point was better.

Better for everyone.

-

You only had a month left of summer when you got back home, you barely spoke to your parents or sisters during it. Instead you took a summer job to distract your mind, finding comfort in being busy all the time.

Then it was another three weeks until you moved to university, picking Blackhaven. It wasn't as far from home as you initially anticipated but with everything so rocky, it made Daemon and Laena happy when you spoke to them about it.

Time seemed to drag on, believing you were in a constant loop hoping to just get through it. You tried not to think about, Aegon. He had made his choices that day. But it was hard to do when he constantly slipped into your mind.

Eventually the time came to move, you packing your car with all your things.

Rhaena and Baela stood by the door and smiled at them before you gave them a reassuring hug. Things had been hard between you but you couldn't leave things on a sour note. You know what Baela did was because she was trying to protect you, her intentions were good in the end.

You hugged your mother next, having her tear up as she got all emotional with you. Laena begged you to phone her once you got there and to phone her at least once a week to keep in touch.

Then it was Daemon that moved over to you, cupping the sides of your face as he spoke to you. "I do love you, Y/N. Everything I've done is to protect you, you know that?"

You nodded, a tear slipping from your eyes as you embraced him. He sighed, happy to know that you didn't completely hate him after everything that happened.

When you drove off in your car, you truly felt terrible. You should of tried harder over summer to talk to your family before you moved away but things just happened like that. You couldn't change it.

It was hours before you finally got to your destination. In the middle of it all you stopped at petrol station, checking your messages as you did.

Jace: Have an awesome time at Blackhaven. Luke: Can't believe you got into Blackhaven, tell me all about it when you can. Helaena: Blackhaven is a great university, weather is awful though. But I know you’ll enjoy it, have fun.

You laughed at the last one, a warm feeling that everyone was still okay with you and moved on from the summer.

Then you were back on the road again, finally passing a sign that made it known you were close.

TWO TOWERS, the sign read in green and black bold letters.

It wasn't long after that you finally reached an apartment complex, buzzing in the digits you had been given to get in. You carried a small bag, nodding at other people as you made away up the elevator.

You moved through the corridor, looking at the numbers of all the door until you reached the 8G.

You took a deep breath, hand reaching up as it knocked on the door.

There was scrambling behind the door, a hurried person trying to undo the locks as they opened the door.

Once the door opened, your heart stopped in your chest as you stared back at the man in front of you. White locks and those violet eyes that you couldn't resist.

You both stared at each other, unable to speak for the longest moment. You could barely read his expression as you took the sight of each other in. You parted your lips to say something but nothing came out.

Two months ago:

You finally arrived back from the cottage, looking out Aegon's window with a numb expression.

Helaena and Aemond had already left the car and we're back in the house which just left you and Aegon.

Aegon's hand grabbed yours as he pulled your attention towards him. "You're scaring me," he admitted.

"We need to end things," you told him, a frown forming on your lips.

"No," he snapped, shaking his head at you.

"Listen to me." You turned towards him, holding his hand to your chest. "It will be our back up. If someone tells our parents about us and they don't take the news so well then we end things between us publicly."

"No." His jaw clenched, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

"We won’t really end things. But we will need to make it look real, so that they don't suspect anything."

He was listening now, turning to you with a slightly broken expression.

"Once things are ended, I'll probably have to go home. But I'll lie to my parents or make up something and apply to Three Towers to be with you. It might be a long wait but it will work."

"Why don't we just run away?" He questioned, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"It won't do us any good." 

"What if it doesn't work?"

"It will work because you'll make it work."

"No."

"Yes, Aegon." Your hand cupped the side of his face, turning his gaze to look at you. "You need to be the one to end things. They will believe it if they see me distraught. They won't believe it if I end things because when have you ever listened to me."

Aegon laughed slightly at this, tears falling down his cheeks.

You rested your head against his, kissing his lips softly. "Trust me, I'll come back to you."

"I don't know if I'll be able to do it."

"I know you can do it."

Present:

It felt like the longest second before you took a step into Aegon's apartment, a step closer to him.

Before you know it, his hands grabbed a hold of your face as he dived towards you. Both of you kissed each other feverishly, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, fingers clutching onto his hair as you deepened the kiss.

Your hands fumbled around each other, trying to pull each other closer if that was possible. You were both desperate to kiss each other, lips clashing against each other in a heated kiss as you just longed to be together.

His hands hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into his apartment. The door slammed behind him and it was only a few steps before you both collapsed to the floor on the wooden slabs.

Neither of you said anything, barely even breathing as you lips stayed on each other. Aegon and you both stripped each other of your clothes, needing to feel each others skin more than anything. Within seconds he yanked your pants down, not caring that your bra was still on as he placed himself between your legs.

You felt his cock shove into you, the pain of not being prepared didn't matter as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He thrusted into you slowly, both of you moaning into each others mouth at the feeling. His hands interlaced with yours, pushing them above your head as he held them down.

He finally started to go harder, still keeping his slow pace as he fucked into you. The feeling of it all overwhelmed you, finally glad to have him inside you.

You were both falling apart, eyes looking into each other as the pleasure over took you. You came together, your pussy pulsating around him as you came undone. His cock filled you up as he came, fucking every last drop into you as slowed his pace.

You both hadn't lasted long, being away from each other for so long of course it was quick. But now you had all the time in the world to do it again.

His head rested against your arm, your fingers combed through his hair as he laid beside you. Both of you stared at each other with wide smiles.

"I've missed you," you told him, leaning further into him.

"No more missing each other," he said, pulling you on top of his chest. "We are done with that."

"Completely done," you agreed, relaxing into his touch.

His fingers grazed the skin of your back, soothing you with his touch.

"For a second I believed it," you admitted, closing your eyes fighting the thought. "It really, really hurt."

"But you're here now," Aegon told you, brushing fingers through your hair. "We are together."

"I can't ever leave you again. It hurts too much."

"Never again," Aegon promised you, holding you close to his chest. "Never again."

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Kristin might just be a bad Cleric.

TL;DR - Kristin's attitude may make sense to some, but it can still just feel bad for her to just make the same mistakes over and over. If it doesn't bother you, fine, but please don't condescend to those who are bothered by it, it's not the morally right reaction to love or hate what we've seen. There's a lot of talk I can already see about Kristin in this new season, and how she's treating Cassandra. Some people are apparently getting upset and talking trash about her, though I'm not really seeing that myself, mostly a lot of people reacting to that by defending her. I've seen it pointed out she's a minor still and is allowed to not know what she wants, About how she can't be happy because she was raised with the idea of a god as a kid and is trying to replace an impossible thing.

I think both sides can admit to liking Kristin, overall, as a character. When I call her a *bad cleric* it's not me calling her a bad character narratively, or Ally a bad player. Not at all. But the cleric class, and the way it works, not only has always been bent for Kristin so it can encompass the kind of character she is, but let's not mis-represent the Cassandra thing and make it *just* another god like Helio or Sol. She was chosen for them, with her will not taken into account. And before you say something about "but not Sol, just Helio" I want you to really think about the Sophmore year revelations about Kristin's faith. She didn't 'make a new god', her power was always coming from either Helio or Sol. She was just being manipulated into thinking she was making her own choices, when really she never really got to make any. She never *lost* her magic despite her crisis of faith, despite her magic being driven by her faith, because Sol *allowed* her antics believing in the end she would wind up serving him anyway.

Cassandra was a *true* break from the mold. Not only did she find a genuinely different god, a true new source of divine magic, but also she downright *devoted* herself to this new god, speaking all kinds of Ernest praises and devotion, not because she was told to, but because she *chose* to. Cassandra *betrayed* and murdered her, and the edge of reality Kristin still chose to follow and serve Cassandra, as the god missing from the system, a perfect goddess *for her* because it's not just doubt, she's also about magic, and mystery... and by the laws of "As above, so below" any way Kristin *feels* about her god, as the sole believer and thus the sum total of her faith, is true.

So now we've got a Kristin who is casually dismissive of, rude to, and it's implied even not really much of a believer anymore, in the goddess she in-universe devoted herself to with so much effort and passion, based entirely on her own instinct and choice, in what is in-universe like *3-4 months ago.* I know it's been a long time for us, and seeing the bad kids after all these years is nostalgic, but truly it has not been much time in universe since Sohpmore year was set near the end of that school year on spring break, and this scene, if not this season, is beginning a few days before junior school year begins. They have had pretty much just a summer break since, which *Seems* to have been completely occupied with battling that-which-we-won't-name. Everybody's stressed, and honestly maybe Kristin doesn't feel as strongly about all this as we are reading into.

It doesn't change that fundamentally, this episode demonstrates that while Sol and Helio were bad gods for Kristin, she herself can be an outright bad cleric for a godess that not only *Can be* whatever she needs her to be, unlike the god she 'made up' which was an empty gesture while still under Sol's influence, but if you compare what Kristin's going through to the trail of faith *Tracker* went under as sophmore year ended and how differently she responded, when her new god after falling out of helio turned out to be problematic, she got down to buisness and worked to better the god from the reach of the followers ruining her. Kristin doesn't have anyone else to blame. She entered this cleric/god relationship of her own account, maybe perusing some idea she didn't fully understand but she devoted herself, willingly, when nobody even told her it was an option, let alone nobody telling her to do it. So if she's already actually disillusioned with Cassandra who is so clearly a reflection of Kristin herself at this point, it might be more self-hatred than anything else, and maybe Kristin herself is just a bad cleric. I'll still follow the show and love every second, and she's a fantastic character.

...I think the only thing that's bothering me is, compared to how much *new* the rest of the cast is showing, this just feels like Kristin's worst hits on repeat. It's disillusionment with her god... again... combined with how shitty it felt to watch her be so terrible to Tracker, s selfish and unnecessarily cruel. This is big "didn't you sleep that off?" energy and while it's very much in character for Kristin to do, it's stuff that she has repeatedly had narrative arcs to overcome, and while yes in real life people are complicated and change is hard, these are characters in a story, and even Gorgug has had more lasting change in his much smaller arcs while it feels like Kristin, at least here in episode 1, is just a new visual gimmick (being buff, more like Helio than ever) while acting like she hasn't learned her lessons. Realistic, maybe. But it still feels bad.

[golden-rats]

oooohhh you wanna write more of sub swiss praise kink~ ooohhh you want aether using that against him in the sweetest way so bad~~

Damn, y'all are needy

I have absolutely not proofread this and I am severely sleep deprived so take what you get

2k of Swiss getting teased by Aether. It gets steamy so MDNI

It was a quiet night in the ghouls common room. Most of them retreated to their own rooms. While Aether was still seated on the sofa, having a drink by himself after a particularly stressful week. His ears twitch as someone entered. He notices Swiss and flashes him a warm smile. Beckoning him over, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Swiss! Come join me. It's terrible here without your captivating presence." Grinning at the ghoul he patted the seat next to him. Swiss arched an eyebrow, his usual guarded expression cracking ever so slightly. Noticing the alcohol and look he gave him.

"Oh, Aether, flattery will get you everywhere. But don't think you can charm your way into my pants so easily." The multi ghoul smirked as he stopped midway in the room, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Sure of himself.

Aether chuckles, his voice like velvet. "You wound me with your accusations. But let me assure you, I just really want some company right now."

Swiss leans against the backrest of the sofa, unable to resist the allure of Aethers words completely. Grinning teasingly. "Is that so? What is in it for me if I agree to waste my time here talking to you, dear Aether?"

The quintessence ghoul leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You've been dying to spend some time alone with me. Don't think I wouldn't notice. Your scent betrays you." He finished his sentence with a wink, extending his hand out to him. "Your confidence, like a shield, hides the depth of your emotions. Your wants and desires. But I see through it all…"

Swiss's stoicism wavers, his eyes briefly betraying a flicker of vulnerability. "I've spent years perfecting that. It's not so easily pierced, you know." He huffed. Ignoring the hand stretched towards him.

Aether reaches out some more and gently places his hand on Swiss' arm. "I know, my dear ghoul. But sometimes, it's okay to let someone in, to lower those walls just for a moment. And when you do, I promise you, the world becomes a more beautiful place."

Swiss icy facade melts a little, his guarded demeanor crumbling before the ghouls words. His voice merely a whisper. "You have a way with words, Aether. A dangerous talent indeed…"

Aethers smile widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Danger and temptation often go hand in hand. And I have a feeling you're not one to shy away from a little risk… My little troublemaker."

Swiss' lips curl into a genuine smile, his usual playfulness resurfacing. "You wanna dance with danger? But be warned, I'm not an easy conquest. You sure you're ready to handle me big boy?" In this moment already, he had to fight hard to hold back a blush. It was unusual for him to get flirted at, especially by Aether. Swiss was the type to make the first moves and get what he wants.

The taller ghoul snickered. His eyes resting on Swiss. "Where's the fun if everything is easy? It's the challenge that excites me. And I have a feeling you're the most exhilarating challenge of all~" A flicker of mischief shone in his gaze.

Their eyes lock, the room fading away as the allure between them intensifies. Swiss swallowed. Trying to uphold a smirk and rounding the sofa, sitting next to Aether. His attitude making it seem like he did it out of free will and not because he indeed, got lured in by the ghouls words.

Aether placed his drink on the table, shifting in his seat to face him. Reaching out to trace his fingers along his jawline, his touch featherlight yet filled with an intensity that stirred the depths of Swiss' soul. Feeling his defenses crumble under the weight of Aether's adoration. His heart, so often guarded, opened like a delicate blossom in the presence of his touch.

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it. You’ve been so, so good.” The multi ghouls eyes, usually brimming with mischief, now shimmered with raw vulnerability. His breath caught in his throat. That was when Aether knew, he pushed the right buttons. A playful grin curling his lips. His hand went from caressing Swiss’ jawline to wander along his throat, to the back of his neck. Claws grazing through his hair. “My darling ghoul… You just look so sweet when you give up the fight. It suits you, pretty boy.”

Swiss’ thoughts began to rapidly wander. His eyes flicked over the other ghouls face, nervously. His lips parted in a silent protest, but the words wouldn’t come out. He was completely taken aback by how much those simple sentences affected him.

“Don’t-” He was cut off by the quintessence ghoul, shaking his head. “Shhh… Your mouth can do so much nicer things than talk right now. Let me feel those soft sweet lips of yours…” Aether cradled Swiss' face in his hands, his gaze filled with tenderness and admiration. As he leaned forward to seal their lips, the multi ghoul could sense the faint taste of whiskey. Feeling it sting slightly. He still wasn’t so sure about this. His body reacted on his own though. Letting himself fall into that soft display of affection. Returning the kiss instead of shying away.

The taller ghoul smiled against his lips. One hand stroking through his hair once more. Breaking away before it got too intense. He needed to see the blush on Swiss’ cheeks. Needed to have him flustered before he could make him breathless.

“That’s my good boy… So good for me…” The multi ghoul grit his teeth. It embarrassed him a little to show just how much he loved hearing those words. But the tips of his ears were tinted pink, as were his cheeks. His breath got slightly quicker. When he closed his eyes, he was sure the other could hear his heart pound against his chest.

“Mhm, you’ve been driving me crazy lately, you know that?” Aethers voice was low, only for his ghoul to hear. His lips brushing against the others ear, breath ghosting over the skin. “How badly I wanted to grab that small waist of yours… Wipe that cocky grin off your face.” Swiss shuddered at the sensation. “O-Oh yeah?” It was adorable how much he still tried to uphold the teasing and playful personality. It was clear in his voice that he was struggling.

“Be a darling and moan for me, yeah?” Swiss brows raised in confusion for a second, then immediately feeling lips on his neck. He jolted back but didn’t get far, Aether was holding him near. His arm wrapping around the middle of the smaller ghouls body. Drawing him close. And indeed, it brought a reaction from him. A needy whimper. Involuntary pressing himself closer into the embrace. “Look at you. You want me so bad it makes you look silly…” Smirking, he continued to plant kisses along the soft neck. Teeth grazing the skin.

“Oh fuck…” Swiss, overcome by the weight of the words, surrendered completely. He let go of his reservations and allowed himself to be enveloped in Aethers love, finding solace and acceptance in the shelter of their embrace. Starting to hold onto him. His claws gripping the fabric of the ghouls shirt. Tilting his head to give him better access.

With that, Aether couldn’t help himself. Decorating the exposed area with lovebites and amethyst bruises. Purring as he did so. The body of his lover shivered. Breathing seemed to get difficult. “My perfect ghoul… Your sounds delight me, you have no idea…” It was rare to not have Swiss bicker and talk. Reducing him to only pathetic pants and poorly held back moans brought great satisfaction to the bigger ghoul. Arousing him.

Swiss felt heat rolling through his body. His face glowing, flushed red. Eyes taking on a hazy look. “I’m… I want to be good.” He whispered. “Let me be good…” At this point he couldn’t even stop himself from softly grinding against the man that held him close. He buried his face in the crook of Aethers neck, their hearts beating in unison.

“That’s what I like to hear~” The quintessence ghoul brought his face to the same level again. Their lips colliding, teeth clashing. Tongues wrapped around each other like their tails intertwined. They fueled each other. Aethers hands roaming over every part he could reach. Leaning in so he almost laid on top of the multi ghoul. Shoving his clawed hand under the loose shirt, feeling for the most sensitive parts. Circling and pinching.

“Mmhm!” Their kiss was filled with moans. Stifling them. Aether swallowed the sounds Swiss made. While not stopping to draw them out of him. His leg was placed between the ones below. He used this position to slightly press against the very obvious bulge. A wet spot already formed through the fabric. He barely had the chance to speak between devouring kisses. “You’re just so needy… Already leaking... You respond so well to me…”

Swiss squirmed under the touch. And finally he was able to breathe again. The bigger ghoul sat up, looking down at the mess he created. Golden eyes looking slightly teary. The reddened mouth hanging open, trying to catch his breath. Making his chest rise and fall. And what was that? No eye contact and not a single snarky remark. "Oh sweet prince…" Another gasp filled the air. Aethers big hand placed directly on the smaller ghouls lap. Palming him through his sweatpants.

Swiss squeezed his eyes shut, his head falling back onto the sofa. Heat struck his core as he felt what was going on. Shakily groaning. Gripping at anything he could reach. "P-Please… Aeth…" The voice that came out of him sounded nothing like his own. Dripping with desire. Embarrassment. Longing. It was almost soft. Bucking up his hips and directly into the hand.

"It's okay darling. Give in. You can come, love." Aether leaned closer once more. Focused on stroking and massaging the painfully hard cock. Whispering words of affection into flushed ears.

He tried to hold back. He really did. Coming this early was even more humiliating than the fact that this little game turned him on in the first place. He had a reputation to uphold. And yet, he wished for nothing more than to hear praise.

"Aeth… Ae-" A particularly forceful grip let his words change into moans. On top of it he could feel the big ghouls lips over his body again. Licking and leaving wet trails. "I love how you say my name. I love the sound of your voice." Aether just couldn't stop. The words spilling as he worked his lover through his climax. Accompanying every pant and groan, the little screams with a token of affection.

It was a delight to observe. How small he looked beneath him. The blushing cheeks tinted even darker. Drooling.

"Oh my… Are you alright baby?"

The voice faintly reached Swiss ears. He was fully in bliss. His mind not able to grasp a single thought. Let alone comprehend the moment. A shudder and wave of pleasure washing over him. It was a first that anyone could bring him to the point where he came in his pants. Merely by teasing touches.

"It's alright. You deserve that high." Aether spoke again. A gentle smile playing around his lips as he did. Stroking some hair out of Swiss' face. Caressing his cheek. "You made my night so much more exciting."

He liked this side of Swiss. It was a welcomed change from his usual aggressiveness. And Aether meant what he said. He did deserve to feel good. Praise was important. And if it riled the troublemaker up, even better. So he made sure to take a mental note, remembering what he could say to make Swiss melt.

But for now, all his good boy needed was some cuddles as he came back to earth. And the quintessence ghoul would be there. Always.

[breakfastteatime]

hope you don't mind the rant but argh i finally realised why i feel so disconnected to survivor in comparison to how close jfo is to me

spoilers for those who haven't played survivor

but i really dislike major decisions made and i'm gonna babble on a little (i've had like eight panadol and two sleeping meds as of the last hour n a half so if this doesn't make sense that's why)

one that's been swirling around my head ever since i played us that it really felt like they brought cordova back JUST to kill him off. this also ties into my next point that i find bode's betrayal hard to believe as well. every role he had in the story could easily be replaced by someone such as cere, and i felt like the only reason he was there was to have someone for bode to kill to show how really evil he was but respawn didn't want to kill any of the main cast off. he's such a useless character in the plot that killing him off didnt effect anything LMAO

my next major dislike is, understandably, about bode :,) yes i know this can come off as making excuses for a character i was attached to since the trailers dropped but the more i think about it the more i really cannot understand both the timeline and the motive that was behind bode's betrayal. i kind of get the idea he was lax about betraying them UNTIL cal mentioned using tanalorr for the hidden path but according to the echoes you get after the game bodenis plotting and scheming the whole time... plus, you think that his whole motive relies on creating a safe place for kata on tanalorr where no one can find them but also like. you have two (technically three) jedi, a nightsister, and a whole clan of anchorites that kick the empire's ass every day. "will you be able to protect her when the empire comes?" fuckass have you SEEN cal use a lightsaber?? kata is safer with cal then she is bode

dagan was hella underwhelming too which disappointed me tbh i was excited for this high republic jedi to show us all this cool stuff only for him to die in like three seconds 😔

ANYWAY i hope this ain't too long but i'd love to hear your thoughts/criticisms on js bc i love the game and all the little bits are amazing but some of the decisions made have me a bit hrghh

Okay, friend, you asked for it ;)

The decision to bring back Cordova was an unexpected one, but the sight of him makes me cry happy tears every damn time, so it doesn't bother me at all. I take your point re: Cere being able to do everything he does, but part of Bode’s betrayal also hinges on him betraying Cere to Vader, who clearly wants vengeance after Nur (which is SO IN CHARACTER for Vader I can only lol. Petty bitch.), so Bode killing her wouldn't have had quite the same impact.

Because I was so convinced he was dead that him *actually* being dead didn’t strike me as ‘brought back only to die’. I would argue that killing him off did put them at risk of not being able to reach Tanalorr and defintely drove Cal to Nova Garon, but yes… Cordova's character probably lacks development and definitive purpose compared to the others… Although even as I say that, I find myself thinking of the logs he left behind in the various ruins on Jedha and the words of advice and I just can’t get mad. Plus there's that teeny hint that he's been unwell when Merrin asks how he's feeling. I see your points, yes, but I'm not too fussed by any of it.

Moving onto Bode...

So, here’s my interpretation of Bode, based on the post-game echoes and the little nuances that take on a totally new light on a replay. Bode is playing Cal from the very beginning. They are never friends from Bode’s perspective, and he is a master manipulator. He’s a textbook abuser – he lovebombs Cal with compliments and praise to cement their relationship, and does the same with everyone in his family. Plus, he used his knowledge of Cere’s location to further his cause with the Empire.

There’s also a power dynamic at play here because Bode was a Jedi Knight during the war while Cal was still a Padawan. Bode is older and more experienced with the world than Cal. He knows Cal longs for friendship, and he wields that against him more effectively than any weapon. Every action, every word, every choice Bode makes is solely to dig in deeper with Cal so he can and Kata can escape the Empire. Had Cal agreed that Tanalorr would just be for them, *maybe* Bode wouldn’t have betrayed him the way he did, but Bode is well on his way to the dark side because of his attachment to Kata. And Cal very nearly follows him because of his attachments to his family.

To me, this is what the Jedi Order meant by 'no attachments'. Jedi are allowed to love, but when that love becomes all consuming, when it becomes an obsession, that’s when the attachment becomes dangerous. Bode’s story is very similar to Anakin’s, he’s just not as powerful. Hasn’t got those Skywalker genes 😉  

Bode’s motive to me is clear – he *thinks* everything is about Kata, but actually it’s all about him. It’s about his grief and rage and fear because of his wife's death the terrible choices he made. Denvik promises that if Bode gives him what he wants (Cal and Cere), he will reveal which Inquistor murdered his wife. Bode is already in it for revenge, not his daughter's wellbeing. His choices are very pre-meditated. He is a parent, yes, and I can understand that overriding love of a child, but he is also a grieving husband who is so broken by his loss that his love for Kata has become too possessive. He is terrified of losing his daughter, and it eclipses his love for her. Kata is aware of this, and her love is also turning to fear. Bode is neglectful (he's always leaving Kata behind) and bordering on abusive at the end. He trusts no one but himself, and he even asks Cal at the very end if he can protect Kata. Cal says nothing because he knows he can’t – he’s tried protecting so many people, and he’s lost nearly all of them. He won’t make a promise he can’t keep, and that’s what completely breaks Bode. Bode doesn’t believe anyone *but him* can protect Kata because he has become completely consumed with fear and anger. Cal gave him a chance to make a better choice when he disarmed him. In fact, Bode had *so many chances* to make a better choice, and he didn’t. So, when Bode responded by choosing to try and kill Cal, Merrin *and* very nearly his own daughter, Cal had no choice but to put him down – hard. That second shot took my breath away both times I played the game because Cal knows he cannot save Bode and protect the people who matter, and by showing Bode mercy, more people will die. It's also about control - Bode tries to control everyone. Cal knows he can't, so he takes the only option left - killing Bode. Honestly, the more I think about that finale, the more intense it becomes. It's an astonishing moment.

I do wonder if the reason people struggle with Bode is because he is so nice, and he fits in so well, but it’s all fake and it’s all an act. Whether you saw it coming or not, that hurts. Cal – and the player – want so badly for Bode to be better than he is, and that’s the tragedy. Bode’s not capable of that. He has suffered losses just like Cal, but he couldn’t overcome them. It’s a lot to deal with emotionally!

And as for Dagan, I quite like him! Mostly because that final battle with him incorporates my favourite Star Wars thing – WEIRD FORCE SHIT. He’s also a mirror held up to Cal – this is what you could become if your obsession takes over you. I also think his relationship with Santari Khri is meant to show Cal the potential pitfalls of his relationship with Merrin if his attachment overcomes him… but we’ll have to see what happens next…

Gosh this got long. It's always fun to see other people's perspectives and share my own! Hope you've got some rest and feel better soon :)