#it was so painful to see him cry.. but too adorable T^T

[miley1442111]

a great start- a.hotchner

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: how aaron and you end up together after going undercover

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: general cm topics, fluff, crying, reader gets shot, hostage situation, suggestive themes, reader is forced to strip, comfort, hurt.

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You sat at the end of the sofa, Aaron’s arm around you as you felt the painful reminder of the psychopath watching you two from the other side of the many cameras around the house. 

“How’re you holding up?” He murmured into your ear, definitely too quiet for the camera to pick it up.

“Alright,” you whispered back, then giggled softly, as if it was a joke between the two of you. He smiled, his same adoring, beautiful, and infrequent smile and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You both knew what you were getting into when you started this, pretending to be a couple so the rest of the team can catch the unsub, he’d be so busy watching the two of you ‘newly-weds’ and get sloppy with something. 8 days in and nothing had changed. You knew he was part of the construction team of the house, that’s how the cameras were put in, but you didn’t know who he was at all, since the construction company wiped their records. “You?”

“Alright,” he smiled, though his eyes said otherwise. They looked elsewhere before you could study the emotions in him, redirecting to the tv in front of you two. You leaned closer to his exposed neck and kissed it softly. The last six victims, all couples, had been killed during acts of physical/ sexual nature. You’d profiled that this meant he was unable to perform and most likely impatient due to his clear overkill and general killing style. Your lips trailed up his neck as he tensed beside you. It had been 8 days, you assumed that newly-weds would be jumping each other’s bones at every chance they got, yet the unsub hadn’t seen you two so much as make out. You felt Aaron gulp. 

Your lips met his just like they had in all the previous days, though this one was heavier, more passionate, more meaningful. 

You were going to have to fuck Aaron Hotchnmer. You were going to have to fuck your really hot boss. 

Oops. 

You pulled yourself onto his lap, kissing him deeper as his hands rested cautiously on your waist. He kissed back with just as much passion as you were, maybe even more. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. You pulled away softly, grinning at him. “So beautiful.”

Your heart swelled. “You’re so handsome,” you smiled and he chuckled. 

“What is this, the 1800s?” He joked and you giggled into his neck. 

This all felt too real, too normal. The way he kissed you before you both went off to ‘work’ (aka him working at a fake law firm and you fake teaching at a college nearby), the way his hands were always on your body, the way he held you when he slept, the soft whispers when he asked you if things were alright, the way he said ‘I love you’ everyday and made you actually believe it for a few seconds, and the gorgeous smile on his face every morning when you woke up.

It was maddening. 

“I don’t know, you should probably be the one to tell me,” you mused. Yes, there was a significant age gap that you continuously made fun of, but Aaron did too, so it should’ve been ok. Aaron laughed but there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” you smiled and got off his lap, pretending you didn’t see or feel his hard-on. You went over to the door and looked in the peep-hole, only to be met with a middle-aged white male who looked very angry. Yeah, that was your unsub. “Honey, maybe you should call Spencer and invite him over for dinner this week?” You mentioned,  using the code you two had made up for getting help when needed. Spencer meant a SWAT team and the team, Derek meant local police and the team, Emily meant just the team, Jj meant you needed the fucking cavalry, and Penelope meant something was seriously wrong. 

“Good idea,” he said, grabbing his phone. What a way to crush a libido, right?

You inched open the door and he pushed past, trying to get inside. He succeeded, throwing you into a wall. 

“You two haven’t had sex!” The unsub shouted. “It’s been 8 days. You two got married three months ago and you just bought this house. Why don’t you two have sex?” He demanded, running a hand through his greasy hair as he paced the room, stress and anxiety practically oozing from every pore. Aaron finished his call and stood in front of you, shielding you from harm like a husband would. He noticed the gun in the unsub’s waistband, he saw the devolving nature of his stress, and he wanted you safe. 

He was in love with you, and you clearly refused to see it. The small things he did at work, like the way you two always shared hotel rooms, even when it wasn’t necessary because he knows you hate sleeping on your own in a new place but especially in hotels, since you were attacked in one on a case a few years ago. He noticed the small things about you, like when you changed your nails, they were usually colourful and long, but not too long that you couldn’t type. He saw when you changed your lipgloss, you’d gone through 9 different colours in your 4 years at the BAU, light pink, dark red, purply-red, a nude pink, burgundy, an orangey-red, a pinky-red, a glittery clear one, and right now- a red lip tint that he’d grown to love, even when it landed on his lips. He’d observed when you changed your perfume, he’d noticed how you smelt everyday, since you’d always say ‘good morning’ every morning at the BAU and your perfume would be the freshest then. You had three signature scents, a rich vanilla, a citrus and flowers, and a peach one that you wore on special occasions, like the ‘dates’ you two went on, or when you went out with friends.  

He loved you, plain and simply. 

“We’re not very sexual people,” you lied, trying to sell the fear you were feeling. That was a huge lie because every day you’d wanted to jump his bones, just like he’d wanted to jump yours. 

“How can you ‘not be a sexual person’ when a woman as beautiful as that is in front of you?!” He shouted and you flinched. How long  until the team and SWAT team would get here? “Come here,” he demanded, looking at you and pulling the gun out of his pocket. You didn’t move, only holding Aaron closer. “I said come here!” He shouted and you were forced into action. Aaron grabbed your hand, stopping you from going any further, but you shook him off, desperate to get whatever this was over-with. “Take off your clothes.”

Fuck off, is what you would’ve said but he was holding a gun. 

So you pulled your t-shirt over your head as Aaron kept trained on the unsub’s face. Next to go was your bottoms, so you were left in your bra and underwear. 

“Look at her,” he demanded Aaron do. “She’s beautiful.”

Aaron looked and he agreed, he  thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, your witty humour, intelligent mind, carefree nature, kind aura, he loved all of it. He loved your body too, but you weren’t just your body, and he wasn’t going to take advantage of you in a hostage situation, or the situation you two had been in for the last 8 days. It wouldn’t be fair, he was your superior. 

But god you were gorgeous. His eyes skimmed up your body and he felt his blood rush and he felt 15 again. 

“She is,” he agreed. 

“And you don’t fuck her?” 

“I don’t fuck her,” Aaron agreed. “She’s my wife, I love her, it’s making love.”

The unsub rolled his eyes, waving the gun around as you tensed. “Making love then,” he scoffed. “What did you major in, fucking romantic poetry from the 19th centary?” 

You almost laughed, remembering how you and Aaron had joked during the week about his tendencies to over-complicate his words. You didn’t mind, you loved it to be honest. 

“He majored in law,” you said, acting scared.

The unsub turned his attention and gun on you. “What did you say?

“H-he majored in law.” 

A gunshot. A gunshot to the shoulder (thank god for his awful aim) and a scream of pain meant the SWAT team ran inside. Aaron ran to you, not looking back at the unsub as he scooped you up in his arms and brought you outside.

“Medic!” He shouted and the ambulance beside the squad cars was already prepared for an injury. He put you down on the gurney as you shifted in pain, and he wanted to take it all away. He wanted to be shot, not you. He wanted to be hurt, not you. 

“Shit this is bad,” one of the paramedics said a little too loudly and Aaron saw you tense. He shot the paramedic a disapproving look and he sent back an apologetic smile.

You took his hand in yours, a pleading look in your teary eyes. “It wasn’t pretend for me,” you admitted. “I love you. I have for ages.” 

Aaron’s heart stopped for a second. His dreams were coming true and dying at the same time. You, you were his dream. 

And you were hurt. 

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He paced the hospital waiting room, every muscle in his body tensed as he waited on news of you.

“Mr. Hotchner?” One of the nurses called. “It’s only family right now-”

“I’m her boyfriend, all of her family lives out of state,” he semi-lied. He wanted to be your boyfriend. You’d told him you loved him. He just put two and two together. 

“Alright then,” he smiled, leading him into your room. There you were in the bed, still as pretty as ever, doped out of your mind on painkillers. “I’ll give you two some space.”

Aaron sat beside you as your heavy eyelids opened and closed in an attempt to stay awake, he smiled.

“Sleep, we’ll talk when you wake up,” he smiled. 

“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up,” you whispered, grabbing his hand. 

“I’ll be here,” he promised. 

And he would. He’d stay in that hospital with you until you were discharged, then he’d take care of you at his home, then he’d ask to be your boyfriend. 

A pretty great start to a love story if you ask me. 

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[konigsblog]

mooooore kidnapper krueger and konig!! anything at all

my favourite thing to write about ;3🩸

different scenarios with kidnapper-krueger and kidnapper-könig...

tw: non-con/dub-con, kidnapping.

i adore the differences between könig and krueger. könig is so gentle and sweet with you — when you wake up shaking and crying after having a horrifying nightmare, könig holds you close to soothe your horrified weeps. you can hear and feel his heartbeat against his chest as you rest your head against him, his black t-shirt soaking up your tears as they roll down your glistening, tearstained cheeks.

on the other hand, krueger is disgusting with you. instead of comforting you, holding you close and whispering sweet words to you, like how könig would – he chuckles at your mortified expression, mocking you for having a nightmare and getting so worked up over it. instead, he'll force you to tell him every single detail so you have to relive that nightmare, taunting you for hours, ‘til you're unable to fall asleep.

könig is gentle as he cleans you. of course, his fingers may wander off to places they shouldn't — between your soft, wet thighs — but he's usually loving and careful as he runs the warm, soapy rag down your body, cleaning your bloodied and bruised skin.

krueger isn't like könig. he focuses on getting off to the sight of you, shaking and wet, vulnerable and weak beneath him. he's lazy as he takes ‘care’ of you, yelling at you to stop squirming, slapping you for not listening the first time...

könig will attempt to get you out of your shell by taking things slow. he'll rub his bulbous, weeping boner against your lips gently, encouraging you to open up, so that you'll build a stronger relationship with each other. he can see the uneasiness in your wet, tired eyes and feels guilty when he realises he's ruined and corrupted you. he'll cradle you in his strong and vurly arms whilst prodding the head of his shaft against your cunt, to fill your glossy and tight pussy, telling you how he's so sorry.

krueger will wake you up with the feeling of pain down your throat. the shackles and weight on your ankle holds you down, and your wrists chained to the concrete walls prevent your struggles and protests. he pushes deep down your throat, almost too far as he sinks his weeping, veiny length further into your mouth. tears roll down your cheeks as you shake and sob out, piteous cries and pained gags that könig would surely be concerned about if he could hear all the noises coming from the basement... ;(

[skzcre]

12:15 am

idol!minho x nonidol!reader, established relationship.

warnings: breeding kink(!!!), minho calls the reader kitten. a little bit of dacryphilia. overstimulation.

minors dni :)

his room was dark, save from the shadows the moon casted through his curtains. a cacophony of heavy breaths and skin slapping skin filled the heavy air. minho said he needed to go to bed early tonight to prepare for a very busy day preparing for the comeback.

but you had the absolute audacity to be waiting in his room wearing nothing but one of his striped long sleeves, teasing him with the sight of your thighs just barely covered by his comforter. how was he supposed to be any sort of responsible when you looked this delicious?

“shit.” he practically threw the comforter off your sweaty bodies, not caring where it landed. he was back on you immediately, pushing your plush thighs upward to let your legs rest on his shoulders before continuing his descent somehow deeper and deeper into you. you couldn’t help but to cry out for him, gripping the sheets for dear life.

minho often fucked like his life depended on it. like it would be the last time he’d get to feel your warmth or hear you keen his name. like he needed to stamp his name across every section of your body, and you fucking loved it.

there were tears blearing your vision but even in the dark you could see him so clearly. the furrow in his brow, the sheen of sweat covering his face and body. the way his abs constricted with every thrust, how his biceps flexed when he gripped your ass. like a greek god, sculpted from the finest materials known to man, and he was all yours. absolutely whipped for you whether he’d like to admit it or not. the lengths he would go just to see you smile, the effort he put into your relationship even though you naturally couldn’t see each other as often as you’d like due to his profession.

“fuck, i love you so much, min.” you whimpered out, your brain reduced to complete mush by this point. “so fuckin’ good, feels so good.”

“mm, i know, baby.” minho let your legs fall, leaning down to leave his pretty marks over your neck and jawline. his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shiver every single time. “if you keep squeezing my dick this good i might have to marry you.”

he gave you one particularly hard thrust and didn’t move, opting to stay buried deep within you. this time you screamed, back arching off the bed while your nails scraped against his arms.

“nngh…t-too deep..!”

“i wouldn’t stop fucking you, kitten. i’d fill you to the brim every hour of the day, fuck you in every single room of our home.”

you began to whine next, squirming underneath him, trying to pull away to catch a single breath. everything was just too much to handle, he felt so good inside you that it was almost painful. but minho’s strong hands easily kept you right where he wanted you.

“c’mon, pretty, you can take more. i know you can.” he cooed, pressing soft kisses all over your face. your thighs began to tremble, toes curling as your nails dug into the skin of his biceps. “c-can’t…too much—ah!”

somehow his fingers found their way down to your clit, an electric surge crackling through your entire body. it began to move on its own, hips jutting upwards for more. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

minho drew circles around your clit, watching with adoration as you fell apart around him. “mm, that’s it. that’s my girl,”

“gonna fuck my babies into this pretty cunt.”

[iwaasfairy]

big bro iwa who’s in love with making out with his lil sister’s pussy <3

tw incest, hajime nii is a service dom, oral <33

"S-sit shtill," he's slurring into your skin, pulling you down closer with an almost painful grip on your ass. But how can you? It's physically impossible not to squirm when big brother's got his mouth locked like a vice around your clit and all the sucking and wetness coating his chin is enough to have your thighs shaking.

"Niichan, niichan, nii~chan! I'm gonna pass ouw~ t." You're whining loudly, you know you are, but- everything's hazy and your fingers are threading through his full head of hair and you can't stop yourself from sweating and rocking back against his mouth until the friction on your puffy bud becomes too damn much.

If you could open your eyes for longer than a second, you'd be able to see the intensity in Hajime's eyes, and the absolute adoration as he watches every twitch of your brow, or how you force your own finger between your teeth to shut yourself up. You'd be able to see how his hips twitch and smear precum all over the blankets while he buries himself between your legs with a low grunt. "Pass out then," he eventually breathes, letting even the puffs tingle your clit, "I'm not done."

He loves you, you know? Loves laying you down on his bed like this whenever you come over and watching you squirm to get away. But your voice breaks as you let out a desperate squeak, and your back curls off the bed with shuddering thighs. Hajime's tongue rubs over your clit again, before his fingers scissor you open further and more wetness dribbles out of your pretty pussy.

If you're not driving him crazy up the wall, you'd be doing it to someone else. A thought makes his brows furrow, as he watches you, watches the tear tracks wobble down your heated cheeks and your body twitch every time his tongue leaves the nub with a flick. "You know- uhh, ugh- why I'm doing this?"

"Mhm, a sister's pussy is for big brother," you softly mewl, and also shake, and your hands fiddle with the strands of his hair you can read.

"Not that," Hajime nii grunts, curling his fingers deeper inside you and opening wide as his tongue goes to fuck into the drooling hole with a low groan. You taste so fucking good. He'd really stay down here for hours if he could, and it ticks him off that you start getting too overstimulated and fussy after just two orgasms. "Why am I mad?"

Your whining makes way for a beat of silence, though your pussy clenches and sucks his tongue like you never want to let him go. You might pretend to be any better off than him, but you're just as twisted. A real brother fucker, getting the sheets this drenched. It almost distracts him from your little "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." You try to right yourself onto an elbow and lift yourself from the bed, but he gets up and yanks your waist along with him so you fall back, and his biceps bulge as your legs hook over his shoulder. The sucking of your little clit has your eyelids fluttering so hard you look like you're gone. "You don't know what you're doing. Why even try to touch yourself, stupid shitty sister. This is my pussy. Mine."

"'m sorry~" you whine, and your tone says it all. You're going to cum, again, and soak his face like he wants, needs you to. Long days of work only feel earned when he can sink his fat cock into that hot, little clutch. Why don't you get that. "Ah, ah, niichan. Wan'it, wan- mh-agh, gonna cum Hajime nii~" So cute. So pretty. Your pussy's clenching against his mouth, so hot and soft on his tongue, so needy-

He lets you ride yourself against his mouth until you start wiggling, and then he clamps his lips around that little bud and sucks, hard. Until you're cumming all over him, and he places patient kisses onto your hooded nub until you stop shaking and crying. "How many times do I have to tell you? If your body feels weird, what do you do?"

"Wake up- Haj' niichan. Niichan will fix 't."

[kimberly-spirits13]

How Bruce Wayne Is On Your Period

This is really just meant to make me feel better tbh- lol kill me

He won't tell you, but he knows that it's starting 

like come on- the mood swings are terrible, you get more violent on patrol (you put Joker in the hospital for a few days), you're quicker to be snide towards shady business partners, you cried when you dropped a cracker and then went right back to normal, like seriously 

When you start to get bad PMS symptoms, you don't do patrol for the week

It's hard to control feelings, thoughts, and painful cramps while fighting crime

You're basically on probation from patrol

You and Alfred make a lot of food (or Alfred makes it happily and you devour it)

Bruce tries not to stay away during patrol for too long since you start to worry about him and he really, really worries about you when you're not feeling well

He makes sure to bring home lots and lots and lots of chocolate and meds if that's what you need

Goes to your favorite bakery and gets a massive amount of whatever you want 

Makes sure that you get plenty of water

like all the water because it helps so much 

Is totally fine with you raiding his closet for any sweatpants and massive t shirts

doesn't care if there's blood anywhere or if you ruin a set of sheets

he's a billionaire, it's not a loss 

he makes sure you aren't uncomfortable or if you need space, that you have it but you know that he's there when you need 

Sometimes being around guys when you're on your period is gross and idk why it's just like ugh get away from me you trash bag 

speaking of trash bags, if anything grosses you out or starts to make you feel icky (even if it usually doesn't), he totally removes it from your presence 

for me, it's cheese and weird or strong smelling things 

or anything that looks slimy or too rough *bleh*

If you're ever feeling bloated or just really really gross, Bruce is the hype man

"no gorgeous, you're stunning, exquisite, perfect, amazing, I'm in the presence of an angel babe." he'll spin you around and press kisses all over you 

"No, don't say that about yourself, you're so pretty, you're not gross."

I mean he's like this all the time, but he'd definitely play way way into it if you're feeling down

If you're married and wearing a wedding ring, he gets the ring custom made to be adjustable incase you fingers swell 

I can see you expressing something nasty about yourself like that you hate a scar or you feel like you're stupid or something and he'll start crying when you start crying 

like don't say that dude it's not nice to yourself 

You feel like a sweaty hog because your body is pushing out blood and tissue 

you're going into mini labour, leave yourself alone

When you can't sleep, he pulls you very tightly into him and plays with your hair 

braids it into a hundred tiny braids or brushes it 

anything that relaxes you

you probably have a treasure trove of comfort movies and tv shows and if you can't sleep or just want to watch something, he'll happily stay up with blankets wrapped around the two of you and watch whatever

rubs your back and makes sure that you're taking pain medicine every few hours to stay in your system 

sometimes when he's working in the cave and you're lonely but not feeling good, you'll wrap yourself in a large blanket and sit on his lap, head against his chest while he works

He thinks you're like a cat and finds it adorable 

You basically turn into a cat for a week and maybe some change and he finds it very very funny

makes sure that there are no galas or any meetings that you have to deal with

plans events and meetings around your periods to make sure that when you're on it, you don't have to deal with high society because they make anyone's blood boil (no pun intended)

When you get mad or start crying, he doesn't take it personally at all and just lets you get it out

sometimes laying in the fetal position for a few hours and falling asleep is the best thing that can happen for periods and he will happily cuddle you the entire time, even if it's not the optimal position for cuddling 

he tries to stay as neutral as possible on subjects when you're on your period so that you don't kill someone because he seemed equally as unhappy 

trust me, period mood swings are incapacitating, it's not a snarky thing, it's just so so sosososoososososoooooooo bad

please don't talk to me when I'm in my mood swing phase, I'll accidentally insult you and then cry about it later or decide never to talk to you again 

Local villains will not pull insane shenanigans while you're on you're period because they're terrified 

Terrified. 

if batman has to call in the calvary, its the calvary call out of hell

You're busting skulls and taking names the entire time 

Bruce is scared, the villain is scared, everyone is terrified of this blood thirsty being that wants everyone to be in as much pain as they are

Bruce knows that the world is insufferable and being super hormonal and feeling disgusting and being in pain doesn't help ignoring that fact, or even just living with it

He just wants you to feel better 

Bruce gets sad when you don't feel well 😂

[jinwoosungs]

{ 157 }

headfirst for halos.

yandere!jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings + disclaimers: obsessive behavior; dark content; i do not condone this behavior in real life, but in fiction, anything goes.

notes: reading solo leveling and seeing how hard jinwoo goes to protect his family and those that he loves-

it’s not impossible for him to have some yandere tendencies. i’ll try to write this to the best of my abilities, even though this really isn’t my strong suit ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ this will be written for the anon that wishes to see me write for yandere!jinwoo... so i hope this meets your expectations...

{ well, let’s go back to the middle of the day that starts it all | i can’t begin to let you know just what i’m feeling. }

there she is, the girl that stole my heart the moment i first laid eyes on her.

my breathing comes out as uneven gasps, and i was actively struggling to breathe at the mere sight of her. along with my labored breaths, my heart could be felt pumping quickly, racing as my palms began to sweat the more i looked at her-

an almost crazed expression paints my features, eyes never straying too far away from that lovely woman. from my viewpoint, i could see that she was simply enjoying her day with a book in hand, taking casual sips of her coffee while running her hands through her hair.

and oh, how i long to sit across from her! to simply bask in her radiance while listening to the gentle sweetness of her voice...

but not yet.

i cannot approach such a perfect goddess just yet.

i still have not reached my full potential.

so, i'll simply stand right here, hidden within the shadows with my hood pulled over my face. from this point onwards, i will never allow my goddess to leave my sights-

"wait for me, my love."

{ ... }

the day sung jinwoo had confessed his feelings for you was the day you had labeled as being the best in your life.

after your meeting with the association's chairman, jinwoo had waited for you all while donning an expensive, black suit. in his hands was a bouquet of red roses, signifying his true intentions as he gifted you the precious blooms with a single statement.

"i am deeply in love with you, please, tell me that you'll be mine."

you thought nothing of the sheer desperation heard in his voice, finding yourself becoming captivated by the mere sight of him. and truly, could anyone really blame you for being so starstruck at the sight of him?

here was this perfect specimen of a man, with features that could rival any idol, and a body that was sculpted to perfection thanks to the many battles he had faced. neat locks of ebony hair falls perfectly across his face, with his full lips tilted up in an unassuming smile (let's not forget that adorable blush, too!)

within seconds, you held the bouquet of roses close to your chest while accepting his confession.

and just a few moments later was when you found yourself immediately brought into jinwoo's embrace. a gasp escapes from your lips as it felt as though he were crushing you to his chest-

like he wanted to somehow meld your body together with his-

your slight cry of pain was what ultimately makes jinwoo let go of you, eyes glowing a startling purple hue while looking down at your arms to see the roses he had purchased for you ruined as the thorns managed to pierce through the skin of your arms.

you swore you could never forget the look of utter devastation seen within his eyes, his apologies being repeated over and over again before taking the broken bouquet and smashing it to the ground with his feet.

"no no no, this was supposed to be the perfect day! the roses were meant to convey my deep and passionate love for you, but it ended up hurting you- i need to get rid of it, need to get rid of anything that harms you-"

by the end of his panicked rants, you were the one that had to calm him down, promising that you could heal yourself and that such a minor injury was no problem at all. you could see the look of pure relief reflected in his gaze as he squeezes your body to his chest once more, embracing you while standing over a broken bouquet of roses.

despite how strange it was, you were truly staring at him through rose-colored lenses, thinking nothing of it.

now that you were together with him for roughly 6 months now, you began to notice tiny details pertaining to jinwoo and his behavior when it came to you.

for starters, you had only been dating for a month when he practically demanded that you move in with him, successfully convincing you to terminate your lease with your current apartment while seducing you with promises of financial stability and a large penthouse to share with him.

"sarang, i know that you're a capable healer, but your earnings are no match for mine! please, let me take care of you."

despite not even dating for a year, you moved in with him anyways, allowing jinwoo to further spoil you.

along with his constant presence, you realized one other detail-

now, jinwoo owned a journal of some sort, seeming to write in that thick notebook on a near daily basis.

during the times you had seen him before you began dating, jinwoo had never once kept a diary. he appeared calm, cool, and collected, with his status as korea's latest s-rank hunter putting him to nearly famous heights. due to his growing fame, you figured he had no time to do such a mundane task.

yet now, without fail, he would never cease writing so furiously within the journal, only slamming the pages shut and stopping when you would walk into the room. you had a sneaking suspicion he was writing about you, but each time you asked about it, he would simply harden his gaze and give you a scowl.

"with all due respect, this has nothing to do with you. am i not allowed the privacy to write down my own thoughts?"

his biting words nearly makes the tears stream down your face, your apologies coming out into broken syllables. upon realizing that he has hurt your feelings, jinwoo would push himself away from the table, leaving behind his journal before comforting you by taking you in his arms.

"i'm sorry, i'm so so so sorry, your monarch didn't mean to make you cry. forgive me, my love?"

being comforted by his warmth and blinded by the sheer love you still had for him, you merely nodded your head in response, accepting his kiss as the gesture erased all of your thoughts pertaining to his journal.

and that was how your days typically went with your boyfriend.

he would take you out on dates and spoil you with gifts-

each time you were scheduled to attend a raid, he would take over and finish each dungeon solely on his own without even giving you and your team a chance-

and when nightfall came (when jinwoo believed you had fallen asleep), he would continue to write (with a strange fervor) within the pages of his journal until the early hours of the morning.

it wasn't until now that you decided to do something about your growing curiosity.

jinwoo was currently away on what you could only deem as a 'business trip.' the american branch of the hunter's association had reached out to him, and he would be gone for roughly a week-

leaving you alone within the confines of the penthouse.

your eyes were staring blankly at the television screen, not really paying attention to the show that was currently being aired. instead, your heart was pounding with anxiety, trailing your eyes towards the bedroom.

within your shared master bedroom, you were aware of the desk jinwoo kept against the wall, being filled with various paperwork and checkbooks that kept track of his earnings as a hunter-

and settled inside the desk was a locked compartment that you were certain his journal was kept hidden. you always saw the key to the drawer somewhere close to his body as an extra precaution to make sure that you would never be able to read its contents while he was away.

but truly, you were nothing if you didn't have some tenacity.

clasped within your hands were two needles that were going to serve as your tools for picking the lock within jinwoo's desk (and you could only hope that whatever shadow soldier he had placed within your shadow wouldn't alert him.)

you knew of the risks that came with unlocking the drawer-

however, you could not stop yourself.

with a determined expression, you swiftly head towards your room, turning on the lights before marching towards jinwoo's desk. kneeling before it, you place the two, slender needles within the keyhole all while gently maneuvering it-

you bring the needles closer together within the keyhole-

then proceed to turn it around just a little bit more-

only to let out a surprised gasp upon hearing something click.

the two needles remain rooted in place when you managed to open the drawer, seeing jinwoo's diary settled within the deep confines of its space. as your hands lean down to grab it, the sudden memory of his ice cold gaze and voice dripping with fury stops you-

with all due respect, this has nothing to do with you.

your breathing comes out as labored, with your heart felt twisting just the tiniest bit in anxiety-

but sadly, your curiosity had won, taking over as you extracted the diary from the safety of the drawer before opening the cover to its first page-

making you regret it instantly.

for what lay before you was pure and utter darkness-

may 6, 16:41 she's mine. she's finally mine! the woman i have longed for- the woman who has saved me when i was a mere e-rank hunter accepted my flower and my love. now she is mine to hold. mine to love. mine to cherish for all eternity. my heart feel so happy, so free. today is truly the best day of my life. SHE'S FINALLY MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE....

june 7, 12:42 i asked my soulmate to move in with me today, yet felt ANNOYED at the slight hesitance in her gaze. she has no right to refuse me! here i am, spoiling her with everything she could possibly want and need, yet she still wants to live in a space AWAY FROM ME? unacceptable. i refuse to tolerate her defiance. if she loves me, she'll cut off her lease and be with me. only i can give her what she wants- ONLY I CAN GIVE HER WHAT SHE NEEDS. despite my anger that was felt mounting, i manage to calm down and speak to her with my normal tone, making sure that it was honey sweet while coaxing her, promising her that i will take care of her and provide her everything that she needs. and oh, i truly am so lucky! she agreed to move in with me by the end of the day. life cannot get any better than this.

june 9, 0250 i couldn't help myself- the moment she lay in my bed, i made love to her. i perfectly slotted myself between the softness of her thighs while basking in her warmth. i can feel myself getting harder at the memory. fuck, i need her. despite taking her for several hours, i can't get enough of her. i'll finish up this entry and place my hands between her slick sweetness- don't worry, i'll make sure she's awake and needy for me so that i can look back at this entry and smile at the memory. I WILL FOREVER MARK HER AS MINE I WILL FOREVER MARK HER AS MINE I WILL FOREVER MARK HER AS MINE I WILL FOREVER MARK HER AS MINE I WILL FOREVER MARK HER AS MINE I WILL FOREVER MARK HER AS MINE

august 18, 20:00 that damn hunter keeps bothering her again, shamelessly flirting with her while constantly begging her to heal him. i bet he wants her. i bet he has thoughts of fucking her. why else does he keep leading her hands toward his shoulder like that? and why are his eyes shining with lust for her like that? i'm going to have to teach him a lesson- after all, my love doesn't know any better, so there's no way i could ever punish her. it's my duty to protect her. to save her from all men that wish to use her- ah, he's here. i'll end my entry for now.

after reading those few entries, your head began to spin, recalling each of those days with perfect clarity. after those entries, jinwoo seemed to lose all coherent thoughts, spending the next hundred of pages detailing your every activity-

from how you slept-

to what you wore-

even going down to such minuscule details like what you had for your meals and what you were constantly doing marked by the hours-

and now, you had context for the sudden disappearance of the hunter you had healed all those months ago-

nausea was felt coursing through your veins as you shoved the journal away from you, running into the bathroom as you threw up the contents of your breakfast and lunch into the porcelain toilet. even when your stomach was emptied of its contents, you kept on dry heaving, trying to get rid of the sourness felt deep inside of you.

time passes seemingly in a sluggish manner, with you flushing the toilet before crawling out of the bathroom. when you tried to stand back to your full height, a wave of dizziness hits you-

but one thought still remains-

i need to get out of here!

those words were what ultimately pushes you forward, with your uneven breaths filling at the air as your feet pounded against the floors, about to reach the front door when a sudden shift was felt in the air.

"i knew that it was best for me to save my shadow exchange for moments like this."

a silent scream escapes from your parted lips when jinwoo suddenly appears before you. he simply holds your arms tightly within his hands, not even using his full strength when he manages to fully apprehend you.

tears stream down your face as you actively fought against him, but to no avail...

all you managed to do was further tire yourself out, slumping back down to the floors as jinwoo coos at you, using his full weight against you while bearing you down against the cold, hardwood floors.

"it's okay... it's okay... i'm not mad at you for reading my most private thoughts. in fact, i WANTED you to read them someday! that way, you will know the full extent of my pure love and devotion to you!"

your tears were trailing down your face in cascades now, the sobs wracking through your body with such visceral and potent fear that violent tremors began taking over your form from beneath him. yet still, jinwoo keep staring down at you with those glowing, violet gaze, never once looking away from you.

"you're mine..." he says your name in a bit of a drunken haze, "it doesn't matter how you feel about me now, because i'm never letting you go!"

crazed laughter echoes throughout the area, with jinwoo drowning out your sobs and cries for help by kissing your lips deeply-

in mere seconds, the rose-colored lens had finally shattered the moment you tasted something coppery and bitter from within his lips...

a.n. - while re-reading solo leveling, the panel used as the preview of my story genuinely scared me, which was what further solidified mine and everyone else's belief in the yandere potential he had 😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[gojo-enthusiast]

One Week Away

Series — My Husband Toji Zenin

Mature Content— 18+

*I’ve been detoxing life lmao— also I have a girlfriend now yay hehe.*

Toji had a work trip that was mandatory, he had tried to convince you to go with him, but when you weighed out all the options, and knew you would spend 99% of the time there alone, it just was something you weren’t up for. So you took this time out to invite your sister to stay the week with you. Maybe you wouldn’t miss your darling husband too much then.

It has officially been 6 days into your husband being gone, your sister is now on her way back home, and you are officially home alone.

“I miss Toji. I wonder if he would pick up my call? Is he busy?” You think to yourself. Taking the chance to call him.

As the phone rings, you go to press the end call button after three rings, figuring he was too busy to talk on the phone, but then hearing a woman voice answering, “Hello?” She says confused. “Um… Who is this?” You question, “Uh, that should be my line. Who are you?” She said snarky. At this rate, within a couple of seconds your head is fuming, and your heart feels like it had just been stomped on. “Was all that marriage counseling for nothing?” You think to yourself. Then you hear your husband. “Where the fuck is my phone?” You begin to hear other people in the back, one of them being Satoru. “You lost it old man?” He chuckles. “Shut the fuck up, and help me find my phone, I haven’t talked to my wife today.” He says in an agitated tone. “Wait why do you have my phone?” He questions, getting closer to what you think is the woman who answered the phone. “What?” She says, your heart is beating out of your chest. “Thats my phone, who are you talking to on my phone?” He says in an almost growl. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Toji, I thought this was my phone.” She nervously laughs, handing the phone to him. As soon as his phones are placed in his hands, he sees your name and photo. “Fuck. Baby?” He says into the phone. You had already started crying, because of course you assumed the worst, you couldn’t help it. “H-hey T-toji.” You stutter, feeling the tears rolling down. “Fuck, baby… are you crying?” He groans, you hear him walking away from the crowd, hearing Satoru in the background say. “Fuck, what did you say when you answered that phone?”

“I’m fine Toji, h-hows your trip?” You try to brush off like everything is fine. “Baby, she is just a fellow colleague. She grabbed my phone by accident. Are you okay?” He questions concerning. “I-I’m fine. I-I was just a little surprised.” You said with a shaky voice. You knew your husband wasn’t cheating on you, but what can you expect? It wasn’t always easy, especially with being apart. “I-I don’t want to be at home alone anymore. I sh-should have g-gone with yo-you.” You burst into tears, realizing how much you miss your husband. “Doll, I’m sorry. I’ll be home soon. ‘Aight?” He reassures you on the phone.

You both stayed on the phone for a few minutes, before he had to go back to his company dinner, and you fell asleep snuggled up to one of his hoodies. “I miss you.” You whisper into his hoodie, smelling his cologne, and his overall scent. It had been 6PM, and you drifted to sleep.

Toji became distressed with the thought of you being alone, he was ready to see his wife, to remind her that she was his, and he was yours. He had said his goodbyes, and grabbed his bag from the upstairs hotel. The drive was 6 hours, yet he made it back home in 5. Checking his watch, it was 12:36AM. Toji knew you would have been sound asleep, which was perfect for him, he knew how much you loved waking up to his head in between your legs, reminding you how much he loves and adores you. You also knew how much he worshipped your cunt, it had him making laps until your orgasms were almost painful. Toji loosened his tie, flinging across the room, seeing you in your little laced blue panties, and his hoodie, it only made his cock throb with just the mere sight of seeing you laid like that, he always loved how your ass was thick that your panties would almost get swallowed by them, there was so many times, he wanted to beg you to let him fuck your little ass, yet he knew how hard that would be, especially since it was hard to even take him vaginally, but he sure did fantasize about it. Toji took his belt off, unbuttoning his pants, letting them drop to the floor, popping the buttons off of his shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room. He had become a hungry tiger, wanting to devour you, until you shuttered at his touch. Toji was a kind and gentle man to you, but sexually, he could be ruthless, he loved to watch your pretty big eyes cry, whining for him to keep going, then to stop.

Toji crawled into bed, and gently turned you from your side, to your back, and slowly spread your legs apart. You were a bit of a deep sleeper, especially after you had cried. He saw the way your eyes were puffy, he placed a kiss on your eyelids, moving down to your lips, then licking you down your neck, lifting up the hoodie, he lightly sucked on your nipples, light enough to not wake you up, but enough for your nipples to harden. He traced his tongue down your stomach, then to your heat, pulling your panties down swiftly. He eyed your pussy, spreading your labia apart, lapping his tongue, sucking on your clit immediately. He knew your body more than you did, he sucked and licked, feeling your arousal start to come out, and his tongue got the first taste. He dipped his index finger inside of you, feeling your walls. Your moans started to fill the room, while you were slowly waking up. He kept lapping his tongue in your cunt, switching from your hole, to your clit, tasting you inside out. You woke up, wide eyed, seeing your husbands straight black hair between your legs. “T-Toji?” You croak out then moan. “Hmm?” He hum’s, as he continues to suck on your clit. “Ah- w-what are you do-doing h-here? Ah- T-TTojiiii?” You moan loudly. “Hmm you taste so good.” he slurps. He then inserted two fingers, beginning to pump in and out of you slow and agonizing, pulling moan and whimper out of you.

"To-Toji, please.." You whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes, your body feeling overstimulated. "You're so tight doll." He groans, feeling his throbbing cock leak pre-cum. "I need you." You cry silently, tears flowing out of your sweet eyes. "Do you love me?" You question, feeling a sense of insecurity. "Hmm?" He half questions, but he heard you plain and clear. "D-do y-you lo-love me?" You whimper as he continues to pump into you, but his dark eyes were peering into yours as he leaned up and his face was right in front of yours, "Do I love you?" He questions back to you. Your blood turning cold, and goosebumps covering your skin, "Is that what you're asking me? You're asking me if I love you?" He questions you again. "Y-yeah." You stutter, pulling at your bottom lip, biting it. "What makes you think I don't?" He whispers into your ear, curling his fingers inside your squelching cunt. "Ugh- I-I just w-want to h-hear y-you say you l-lo-love me." You whimper out, feeling an orgasm approach. "Hmm? Is that so?" He groans in your ear, his groin dry humping the air, his body was twitching at the sight of your thick tears. "Fuck, I could just fuck that pretty little face of yours, see those tears soak my cock." He groans, pushing you over the edge, you spasming and creaming all around his fingers.

"Toji!" You moan loudly, cumming all over his fingers, feeling that high he had brought you too. Toji removed his fingers, drinking in your arousal, licking his fingers clean. "I love you." He says to you, as he pecks your lips lightly. Tears welling up in your eyes again, pulling your husband into your embrace. "You only love me, right?" You question, pulling down his boxers, watching his throbbing cock slap his stomach. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, touching the tip of his throbbing cock with the pads of your index and middle finger. "F-Fuck. Doll. Wait-" He pushes your hand away. "I do love you, only you." He coos, lifting your chin to look at him, then crashing his lips onto yours, pulling you into his embrace. You felt him wrap his hand around the swollen member, and felt him glide it up your sopping core, slightly pushing it in. The slow stretch, Toji had prepped you as much as he could, he was on the verge of snapping. "Take a deep breath for me doll." He groans, you do as he instructs, taking that deep breath, and you feel him push himself into you, causing your breath to get caught in your throat. No matter how many years you two had been married, you still could never get used to his size. Tears slipped from your eyes, and you felt his tongue lick them up. Thrusting in and out, already pulling an early orgasm. “Toji, s-stop.” You moan. "Can't. You're gon' have to take it." He grunts. Thrusting into you in a Godlike pace, crushing you underneath him. You felt his strong arms pull your legs to wrap around his waist, and him push even deeper into you. "Do you feel how we are connected?" He groaned. Toji lifting your head, sitting up, he had you looking at the way you two were connected, you saw the way he pushed into you, and the way your arousal was mixing with his, foaming at the base of his cock. "Watch how I fill you." He growls into your ear, "Watch how my love spills into you." He adds, "After I'm done with you, you'll never ask if I love you again." He grunts into your ear. He had completley pulled you on top of him, gripping your hips, lifting you up and down, bouncing you on his twitching cock. He thrusted up into you, chasing your release, and his too. Toji pulls you to his chest, your head thrown back, he nussled his head on your shoulder blade, pounding you from underneath. "Fuck- Gon' cum." He grunts into your ear, then putting his hand on the back of your head, pushing your head to his, smashing his lips on yours. He fought for dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth. He quickly detached, sucking on your neck, leaving love bites. "I'm gon' cum, you're gonna have t' take it." He growls into your ear. After a couple sloppy fast strokes, his hot cum shot deep inside of you, slowing his pace, he still continued to pump into you until every last drop had entered into you. "We just created a love child, doll." He groaned in your ear, slipping you off of him, and pulling you into his embrace. "Oh-" You moaned as he slipped out of you. "Let me take you once more." He said into your ear, spreading your legs, and pushing his once again hard member back into you, stroking in you slow and steady.

"Tojiiii- I can't anymore." You moaned, your legs spasming in overstimulation, and your toes curled. "Just a little bit more, let me fill you up, I need you to give me a baby." He groaned, throwing his head back. His cock was twitching already, so senstive from just finishing, he did not want to stop, he wanted to keep feeling this ecstacy that your cunt offered him. Within a couple of minuets, he came again, finally pulling you to lay on your side, and he stayed inside of you. "Toji, take it out." You groan, feeling your womahood tender and swollen.

"Mm Mm, I have to make sure you give me a child." He says with a smirk, nuzzling down to the crook of your neck, leaving pecks.

Eventually you had fallen asleep, and your husband, pulled out of you, going and grabbing a warm wet towel, cleaning you up. He bent down to your stomach and whispered, "This was it, I know it." He smiles, kissing your stomach while you're sound asleep.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Vita Nova

Orm Marius X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Spoilers, mentions of death, crying, hurt/comfort, reader has some trauma, suggestive themes, angst, and fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

Fic Swap with @the-marshals-wife

(A/N:) Happy (belated) New Year everyone! And my first fic of 2024 and it turned out to be a whopper! My lovely best friend and I just adore the Aquaman movies and in light of the new movie that dropped around Christmas we decided to do a ficswap together! This bad boy is my contribution and you lucky readers get to read it! I hope I can make the other Orm fangirls happy with this as I honestly had way too much fun writing it as you can see! Over 4,000 words of just Orm goodness! I look forward of sharing more writings in this new year and I'm glad I could open up with this! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Reader's POV is in italics.

SPOILERS FOR AQUAMAN AND THE LOST KINGDOM BELOW

DO NOT CONTINUE AHEAD IF YOU HAVE YET TO SEE THE MOVIE!

Orm stood upon the beach, his toes buried in the warm sand as the setting sun painted his features in orange and pink hues. His heart longed for Atlantis once more as homesickness always reared it's ugly head when he was feeling alone. While tension still remained between him and his older brother, deep down he was grateful for Arthur, giving him a new chance at life. With Atlantis finally revealing themselves to the people of the land, he no longer had to be so secretive about himself, except when it came to Atlanteans. He had burned too many bridges that most likely would never have the chance to be rebuilt. He sighed deeply as the warm salty foam washed over his feet.

Orm turned, leaving his regrets and longing to drown in the crashing waves. While he could see why his brother loved the land dwelling humans, Orm normally avoided them as much as he could. Especially when it came to his time on the beach, he rather not be bothered. And despite the world knowing, he still swam in deserted parts of the beaches he visited. His favorite places were around the docks where the shade kept him cool and various sea creatures stuck around. The fish and small crabs made him feel a little less lonely and made everything feel more like home.

Orm's bare feet padded against the planks of the dock as he tugged his shirt over his head. The breeze rippled his blond locks and whispered promises of a good evening swim. His vision staying straight ahead, Orm was preparing to run and dive into the bright blue water when a yelp caused him to stumble and he fell to the dock. He almost slid off when a slender hand caught his wrist and kept him from rolling off and slamming into a boat.

"Are you okay?!"

A feminine voice had him blinking against the pain in his skull before he finally got his eyes to focus. Orm sat up quickly, backing away from the woman looking at him with genuine concern. It was an emotion Orm was unacquainted with.

"I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention," the woman blushed getting to her feet and brushing the front of her shirt and shorts off. A quick flash of annoyance had him glaring before Orm sucked in a deep breath and calmed the raging tide threatening to overtake him. She offered him a hand up and old him would have swatted it away with a snarl, but new him remembered his older brother and took her offered hand. She shuffled her feet before him awkwardly, refusing to look up in embarrassment. Though Orm was worried he was intimidating her, though he wasn't trying at the moment.

"Sorry again," she apologized once more only to break the silent tension between them.

"I wasn't paying attention," it was the most polite thing he could say. "Though I can't help but ask. Why were you laying across the dock?"

Her cheeks flushed bright crimson, a pretty red color, and now she really refused to look up at him, more interested in her bare feet. This in turn made Orm feel more awkward, like he had pushed across some threshold that he should have never even touched.

"You'll laugh," she mumbled. Her gaze quickly darting up towards him before once again looking away. When she noticed that he wasn't going to say anything else her shoulders sagged in defeat.

"I like watching the fish. They feel like they're my friends and they're so peaceful living their lives without a care in the world," she whispered. "I've also always dreamed about Atlantis and going there and now that it is truly real I can't help but long for it even more. Silly huh?"

Orm shook his head and smiled remembering his home fondly, "No it's not. I think it's a wonderful dream."

Though home always brought a smile to his face, in this moment of his life it brought a pang of sadness with it. One mistake had taken his chance of ever seeing that beautiful city ever again. And here he just met a mere human upon an empty dock longing for the same as him. Maybe he had more in common with the humans of this side of the world than he had first realized. She smiled and nodded, happy to have someone not laugh at her for a change. She walked away moments later leaving him to ponder upon the dock as the waves whispered softly against the sand. Then Orm dived in.

Usually Orm moved around a lot. If he liked a place more than others he'd normally stay for a few days. But for reasons he didn't want to know he had stayed in this particular spot for weeks. And it wasn't because the food was anything extraordinary nor was the beach one of the most beautiful he's seen. If he dug down deep inside he knew it was because of that one moment, where he had seen a glimpse of that beautiful humanity that Arthur was always talking about to him. So Orm did what every normal man would do, he kept his distance and watched her from afar. She visited the dock he had found her at nightly, just to talk to the fish and to watch the sun set behind the horizon of the ocean. She would hum tunes, almost stroking the water with her gentle hands. She would hide sometimes as people would come to the beach calling out a name he had never heard. What would shatter his heart more than anything was when she would come some nights crying. His heart would clench as her salty tears dropped into the ocean. He shook his head fighting the urge to go towards her. But she was different, she wanted to know his world, that she had no idea he was from. That he had once been a prince, let alone a king of that world but it didn't matter, not anymore. He was dead to that world and he had to find his place in this one.

It didn't take many times of him watching the lone girl sob on the dock before Orm concocted a plan. Atlantean technology to help humans make the trip undersea had yet to be brought to them. Except for the scuba gear the humans already had invented, but Orm wanted his plan to be perfect. So he would do something that would make his older brother proud and possibly bring an end to his life. To get what he needed he would have to venture back to the Sunken Citadel and hope that the pirates that still lived didn't kill him at first glance.

You didn't know what kept bringing you back to this particular beach, though you had a inkling that it was in false hope of finding that same blond haired man that you had tripped. He was a complete stranger and yet you found yourself hoping to see him once more. So every night you came, no matter how bad things got at home you escaped bringing yourself to this little place of serenity, hoping, waiting, that you would see him again. But every night became a disappointment, though you enjoyed seeing the fish. The sun quickly set seeping the warmth from the Earth but the ocean water still held those waning rays of warmth. The lights of the dock quickly blinked on illuminating the surrounding water so you could still watch the fish swim peacefully by. You hummed a quiet tune as the waves lapped against the barnacle crusted wooden posts. A shadow darted by causing you to suck in a quick breath. Sharks would sometimes come up or a curious dolphin but this creature was too fast to be one of them. Your heartbeat quickened but against your better judgement you stuck your hand back down along with your head, trying to find this mystery that had suddenly come upon you.

Orm had a difficult time in the Sunken Citadel and he had gotten into a few brawls, but he did get what he searched for. It had cost him, but if his well thought out plan worked as well as he hoped, it would all be worth it. He made his way back to the normal spot and he had timed his return just right. As his mystery woman he had begun to adore made her way out onto the normal dock. She was light on her feet and she greeted some of the boatmen, who were leaving, politely before going to her same spot Orm could always find her. She stuck a hand in the water tracing the patterns of the fish below as they swam close to the surface. She had a small content grin on her face as she enjoyed the creatures below the surface. Orm moved his arms slower, trying to keep from interrupting this moment as he was more than happy to watch her for a little while. She hummed a tune while tucking strands of untamable hair behind her ear, only for a breeze to send them back to fluttering. He sucked in a breath letting the peace of her presence wash over him. And then he went under the surface and swam close by and quickly. He heard her gasp and he grinned to himself. He could have a moments fun at her expense, especially with the gift he was bringing her. Despite not knowing what he was she braved the unknown and he had to admire that about her. She was proving his theory of humans being a cowardly race wrong every moment he watched her.

You searched timidly for any sign of the shadow you had seen. Your eyes darting across the eerily still waters. You were about to pull yourself back up onto the dock when an arm breached the water and grabbed onto your wrist. You screamed yanking yourself backwards and the person attached to the hand around you came up with your panicked movements.

Orm laughed loudly at your terrified face while he treaded the water. He had never been one to play tricks as he had been trained as a prince of Atlantis, but he found it quite fun. The woman he had yet to put a name to a face laid on her back panting, trying to regain some form of control.

"Why did you do that," she screeched once she finally found her breath.

"Think of it as payback for making me fall on my face the first time we met," Orm smirked as he lifted himself from the water easily.

She took in the fact quickly that his upper torso was bare and the form fitting pants only seemed tighter by the fact that they were dripping water everywhere. She looked away, pink coming to her cheeks.

"You come out here every night," Orm said after a few moments of awkward silence.

Her head whipped around and her eyes widened in surprise.

"How did you know that? I never see you around!" Those moments of wishing to see him again, hoping he'd be around, and he had been hidden from her the entire time.

"I was," Orm paused. He knew he couldn't just tell her that he had been watching her from afar. But he didn't want to lie. "I was swimming."

"Swimming?" Now she was suspicious of him. As she rightly should, though they had already met once he was still a stranger.

"I'm a decent swimmer." Understatement of the century Orm thought to himself.

"I can see that," she gestured towards him before darting her gaze away once more.

Orm chuckled. He liked that little of color that would pop up in her skin. He found it endearing and despite himself his heart began to pick up speed. He offered out a hand and she glanced at it warily.

"I'm Orm," he offered in greeting. "Orm Marius. I should have introduced myself that first day we met."

She laughed, taking his offered hand. "(Y/N). And I should have thought of it too. But I did almost make you faceplant into the water. Though it seems like it wouldn't have bothered you so bad if you had."

Orm shook her hand, reveling in how smaller it was compared to his. "Do you mean to tell me that you wish you had let me fallen into the water now? Instead of rescuing me?"

"Well after you just basically scared the daylights out of me, yes."

Orm pouted playfully, "And here I brought you a gift."

"A gift?!" Once again those beautiful colored eyes glowed in delight. It sent his heart a flutter and he could have sworn it skipped a beat. Is this what his mother had possibly felt when she looked upon the man that fathered Arthur?

"I think I am rather partial to it now," he teased. "Maybe I will just keep it for myself."

"You can't just say that you brought me a gift and then keep it for yourself. That's mean," she whined.

Orm couldn't keep stringing her along though he was finding it fun just to get a rise out of her. He brought the gift from behind his back and he wasn't expecting her to jump up and down. Her confusion was to be expected and he found himself grinning once more. She was so expressive, he found it endearing.

"Your dream of seeing Atlantis stuck out to me and their technology is above what your people have. I wanted to show you a part of that life even if it is just a small glimpse."

He was revealing himself. His heart was almost leaping out of his chest. He had kept his identity a secret, revealing nothing to the humans he had contact with. She would be the first and he didn't know what to do if she didn't accept. She placed her hands on the oxygen helmet, a question on her lips. But without a word he once more grabbed onto her wrist and lead her to the end of the dock. She wordlessly tugged the pirated good on her head and with no hesitation followed Orm into the water.

Orm dived down, keeping a good grasp on her hand, their fingers interlaced as he didn't want to hurt her by tugging on her joints by the speed he could swim at. The oxygen mask was working like a dream and despite the time of the evening the moon was doing a good job of lighting the sea life below the ocean. She gasped in awe at the sea creatures and plant life below. But mostly she gaped at him.

"You are," she hesitated saying the word.

Orm nodded. "I am."

You absolutely couldn't believe your eyes. A true Atlantean. It was everything that you could have ever dreamed of and as he kept you from floating away this moment was more than you could have ever dreamed of.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Orm didn't want anything left unsaid. This was his chance. His chance to be himself and to stop being so alone in this world that he was learning more about every day. His time in Atlantis was done and now he was going to have to start anew. Maybe you were that new chance that he had been needing for a long time.

"It's okay," she answered. Her voice muffled in the helmet. Fish swam by coming near to Orm, pecking at his arm. He shooed them away gently causing her to laugh. "You don't have to explain yourself. We had just met that day and even at this moment we are still basically strangers. But I'm glad I met you Orm and your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you," he choked. Gratitude had been lost on him long ago but as he looked at this young woman, so genuine and beautiful in his eyes, that feeling was no longer a stranger. "Would you like to see more of my world?"

"Absolutely!" No hesitation and no fear. Orm kept her close, keeping her safe as he swam them further out into the sea.

Back on dry land you couldn't believe what your eyes had beheld. The world under was far beyond anything you could have ever imagined as Orm helped steady you. Spending that much time in the water had left your legs a little wobbly and you glared at Orm walking perfectly though he did have to take a moment to cough up water. You held out the helmet towards him but he shook his head pushing it back into your chest.

"Keep it," Orm insisted. "I want to take you out more now that you have it. There's so much more I wish to show and tell you. I hope that you don't mind."

She shook her head, stepping towards him. "I would like that so much."

Without a second thought she embraced him, squeezing Orm tightly before backing away, that familiar blush coming back to her cheeks. Reaching out Orm brushed a stray droplet of sea water off her cheek.

"Until tomorrow," he whispered and she nodded quickly.

Days had followed that moment before it had turned into weeks. Orm met with her daily, the helmet in tow every time as they explored together. She the underwater world he had grew up in and him emotions never before explored. Orm knew he couldn't take her far below the surface as he wished. He was trying his best to get a suit that would keep her from being crushed by the water pressure or freezing from the depths, but it would take some time. The helmet was easy to obtain, well easier than the suit. But she didn't complain nor did she beg him for more. Always content with their outings he began to realize that he looked forward to every second they spent together every day. It didn't take Orm long to figure out the emotions he was feeling and everything seemed to fall into place. She was beginning to swim closer to him as every day passed. Gentle touches and encounters that would leave her in awe and him trying to not overstep his bounds.

She swam closer keeping to his side as the day began to wan and like everything good in life their time together was ending that day. Orm always took his time bringing them both back to shore whenever it was time to head back in. She never seemed to be in a hurry herself and it had Orm wondering on things that he couldn't ask her when they first me. He wondered why she came by herself every day and those moments she had hid on the dock as several people had come searching, yelling her name. He wondered at the days that she had came crying as if she could no longer smile. And now that he had gotten to know her more it was something he could no longer keep himself from asking about.

Back on shore she removed the helmet and rung the sea water from her hair. Orm stayed near as he gathered up the courage to ask her. He was about to ask her about something she had yet to give up willingly and he didn't want to cause her to shut him out. He honestly didn't know if he could take losing her. He breathed in deeply gathering up all his courage, he stepped closer and grasped onto her shoulder to gain her attention and steady himself. She grinned up at him before it fell at the seriousness in his blue eyes.

"What is it," she asked covering his hand with hers that still laid upon her shoulder.

"Why do you come to the docks every day? And why do you hide from the people that call out to you and cry on some days?"

There he asked and he felt faint as she looked down at the waves lapping at their bare feet.

"You saw those moments too?" She whispered.

"I did," Orm confessed. " I've come to care for you these past few weeks and I can't help my curiosity getting the best of me. Knowing that you hurt or have any reason to hide is too much for me to bear."

She paused for a moment, gathering her strength. "I was in a bad relationship. I got out of it but the pain is still there and some days are worse than others. I find peace out here and that's why I always come and then I met you. And despite me telling you why that day, you didn't laugh at me like he and several other people did. I was really glad. You made me happy. Part of me was hoping that I'd get to see you again and yet I was afraid of getting hurt again too."

"That was brave," Orm cooed bringing her into his arms. He was warm despite the lack of shirt and all the time spent in the water. She shook from the cold and from telling things that had been hard on her. "You're the bravest and kindest person I have ever met."

"I'm not really," she answered.

"You really are," Orm breathed. "I'm the coward. I didn't like this part of the world at all. I tried to destroy it because of my older brother. I blamed him for a lot of things and I hated him. I still don't love him as a little brother should but my hatred cost me. I was prince of Atlantis once and I was even it's king for a short spell. But that was taken from me and now I am thought of as dead. I cannot go back there because I have officially been killed in action." Orm sucked in a deep breath as he feared what you would do now that you knew about his darkness, though he kept going. "This is both my punishment and my new life. This is both my brother's way of blessing me and cursing me. But I don't see it as a curse anymore, not that I know you now."

"Orm," she sniffled.

He tugged her in, her trembling body pressed to his as he tried to will any form of comfort into her smaller body. He felt lighter and more at peace than he had ever felt and while she held onto him tightly, Orm lost the battle on his emotional restraints. Holding her out he took in the sight of her, clearly seeing everything about her for the first time. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly loved. Not for being royalty of Atlantis or because they had to. Genuine love that asked for nothing in return. He leaned down towards her his stature always towering over her and it wasn't until his lips met her warmer ones did the fireworks start shooting off in his head. She didn't shove him away and she didn't protest so Orm pulled her closer. Deepening the kiss as he could taste the salty water still on her mouth and the scent of the ocean breeze on her skin. In that moment she was everything to him and he could want for nothing else as long as she stayed. She cupped his cheek, stroking his skin before Orm finally pulled away. His chest heaved and he couldn't bring himself to give her up just yet. He continued to hold her against his chest, not ever wanting this moment to end.

"Is it okay that we start a new life together," her voice quivered in uncertainty. She felt like she was going too fast or overstepping her bounds.

"I think I would like that more than you know," he agreed. This was when his life started. That new beginning he wanted for so long, that he dreamed about in that prison cell. This was the moment he longed for and had no idea. That moment he met her had been fate and had lead him to this moment. Their days together didn't have to end when their feet touched the shore, it was only the start of something on the shore. While he was her guide in the water, here on the land and in the midst of people it was her turn to guide him. She took his hand, taking the responsibility for teaching and leading in stride. They would learn together what this life meant and what it meant to know each other and keep together through thick and thin. Orm had baggage and come to find out she did too. But Orm didn't see that, he saw a woman who could light his way. She saw a man that had found redemption and was looking for a way to claim it. The sun had set behind them on the beach but the dawn was rising before them as they left hand in hand towards the life they would find together. Like two ships destined for each other, a new life was just beginning.

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𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

☆ radiostar is playin': a 1000 times by hamilton leithauser + rostam…!

warnings: if you had already read trials of apollo… none, mentions of death (you know who) taglist: @emidpsandia

Five months. 

Five months had passed since you couldn't have a good night's sleep. At first, it bothered you as they were just visions of something you didn't understand, then… upon seeing those brown curls, blue eyes.

His blue eyes were filled with determination, he was going to do it. Your heart raced, and you denied it while trying to do something, although you knew it was useless.

If Apollo let that arrow pierce him, everything would end, but he would save his friends (who were also yours), then your heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that; with his hands fighting his own survival instinct, the arrowhead threatening to sink deeper into his chest. All for Meg, for Jason and Piper. You realized he was indeed changing.

When one of those strange creatures approached him trying to remove the arrow, he clenched his lips and forcefully plunged it into his chest. Without a word. His blood soon soaked his shirt and you saw him fall to his knees.

—Apollo! —You woke up screaming one night and your roommate at the New Rome campus looked at you closely from her desk, and you knew she wasn't doing it because was friendly, but because it was too recurrent.

— Again —she said with noticeable annoyance in her voice as she went back to writing in her notebook. You settled back into your bed and covered your face in embarrassment, Romans could be too cold.

For almost the rest of the night, you tossed and turned in your bed trying to calm your breathing, you simply couldn't get used to it.

“In fact, it's quite normal, sister…” Percy said months ago, with a nervous expression. He knew exactly what was happening, but he preferred you to figure it out on your own, something you had already done more than enough by now.

You worried about your friends and you couldn't stay still, especially after what you just dreamed. But there was no way to communicate with them, apparently any form of communication had been failing for a while, and if everything went to hell…

You touched your chest at the same spot where Apollo had plunged the arrow, it was as if you could feel that pain too. You closed your eyes and only imagined him. His brown curls that played peculiarly with the blue eyes. Some freckles surrounded his nose and the pimples added a special touch, although you must have found him unattractive, over time you found him adorable. Your brain battled daily with the mix of feelings it had to process, and then another question attacked you overwhelmingly.

If that was shown to you, could he have also had a dream about you? And if so, what would he have seen? Maybe you studying, staying up those nights when the university cruelly took you by the neck or when visions of him and Meg roamed your mind, leaving you with so many questions. You grabbed the sheets anxiously and felt heat in your cheeks, did he see when you cursed him the first nights?, when you started crying for him?, when you started longing for him? You sighed and covered yourself up to your nose.

"One will long while the other fight, nothing more to do even if you try."

Everything still felt stupid, senseless, but you wanted to know.

And although you didn't know it, the answer was yes, and even if it wasn't as often as your visions, Apollo didn't need more to love you. Over time, on his mission, that feeling had only grown and matured.

He wouldn't lie to himself, he was at your knees the first time he saw you. But his layers of selfishness and superiority only forced him to see you as a mere mortal, probably capable of making him probably happy, all looking at him unilaterally and as an experiment. Considering that, he looked back, and he understood perfectly Poseidon and all those who doubted that prophecy, because of his ways and the risk that such a beautiful person as you would run. 

Apollo only hoped that would change from now on with the new vision he had, being honest with himself, especially because now he not only wanted to be loved, but also to love you, to make you happy. He wanted to be a good man for you and he would not stop working for that.

Neither of you was prepared to face the following week. You just made your way through the crowd, spotted Reyna and Frank up front with hardened looks, but you could see Frank biting his lips, which never indicated anything good. Hazel made her way through the crowd and everyone looked to the center, you resisted the urge to run when you saw Apollo in the middle as the center of attention along with Meg, both holding hands and looking tired. Beside him, a coffin. And if they had traveled from afar to get to Camp Jupiter…

The world seemed to stop when Apollo's voice spread as much as it could singing the news, and while everyone held a scream, he made everyone's fear real. Jason was dead.

You couldn't believe it, five months, and the first time you saw Apollo again was carrying the coffin of one of your friends. You just ran back to New Rome again.

—Come on, get out of there —Reyna said, after Hazel tried for an hour. That was playing dirty because you couldn't refuse Reyna, the scandal that would be made in the dormitories would be too much. You opened the door. Both girls sighed in relief and hugged you.

—What the hell, Reyna? —You sobbed and looked into the eyes of the brunette. She just bit her lip, but her watery eyes betrayed her. Hazel just kept that face where she tried to control herself.

—We'll talk about it later, okay? I think you have pending issues that need to be addressed. You know Lester is here.—You frowned, and your teary eyes started shedding new tears.

—What? —Your voice broke in the middle of the word and Reyna took you by the cheeks, nodding, trying to calm you down.

—We'll cry and celebrate the funeral as it should be. But we're still here, you're still here.—Hazel nodded and both dragged you back to your bedroom, closing the door behind them.

—I think if you don't talk to him, he won't be able to concentrate and he'll end up ruining everything—Reyna said with a hint of humor in her tone while she braided your hair. Hazel wiped away your tears and smiled weakly.

—Oh, How? —You didn't remember sharing anything with anyone.

—The last time Percy came—Hazel laughed seeing your expression and you closed your eyes trying not to curse your brother.

—He's a damn gossip —You muttered.

New Rome had never looked so empty and sad, you walked through the almost empty streets and saw the vendors holding a sad smile on their lips. Then, you looked at him and it was like looking at light in a dark place.

—Um, Hi —he said, cheeks noticeably flushed. His hands were hidden behind his back, and he constantly swayed back and forth on his heels and tiptoes. You had no idea how you should react.

—Apollo?—your surprise was too evident and he didn't avoid nervously smiling, you took a step and he took another step back, preventing you from getting closer. You raised an eyebrow and Apollo showed what he had hidden behind his back, which was a bunch of freshly cut flowers. He had asked Meg to grow a few for you.

Seeing that this time, you didn't try to advance towards him, he felt embarrassed because he had probably crossed a line and tried too hard to his luck.

—I'm sorry, —he took another step back— I just know you don't feel so much revulsion towards me and they told me you know, well, I…— He fell silent feeling your arms carefully wrapping around his torso and that confirmed to him that you had also had those visions, there would be no other way for you to know about his wound.

His scent flooded your senses, it was a kind of mixture between soap and cologne that they probably would have lent him after showering upon arrival. Although your head was resting on his shoulder, you could hear his heartbeats almost shouting in your ear and Apollo never felt so close to dying, even with those difficult months on his back, visible on his skin with every mark and scar, some visible in places where the clothes didn't cover. When he placed a hand on your back closing the hug, you reaffirmed your grip, you had never held someone like this before.

Apollo didn't know how to react. His hands started sweating and he prayed not to do anything dumb, but the butterflies in his stomach didn't seem to be helping. Never in so many years did he feel like he had arrived at some home until you hugged him like that, and the least he wanted to do was make you feel the same. 

When he couldn't resist the urge to look at your face anymore, he pulled away and you looked at him attentively, although in your mind you were still dealing with processing that. Were you already lovers? Were you something? It was hard to know because you had never exchanged more than two words.

—I think I've dreamed about you at least a thousand times—He said, laughing painfully struggling, so his voice wouldn't break. He felt terribly sorry that his meeting with you wasn't merely another stop on his mission, even without knowing what the result of all this would be and especially that the emotional disposition of both of you was fragmented by Jason's death, he feared you would blame him, but you didn't. 

You smiled, and his knees failed him. He didn't want all that to stop him from having a couple of moments with you, after all, he wasn't a hundred percent sure of coming out of it safely either and, but yes, that if he had to give his life for others… even he surprised himself by not hesitating for two seconds.

—Me too—You admitted and took the flowers from his hand, keeping your gaze on the ground and he sought your eyes, he leaned down to your height and with his index finger on your chin gently lifted your head. He didn't know where he got that bold move from, but shortly after, Apollo felt his face burning.

—I don't have much time, nor will I be around for long because nothing is close to ending, but I want to spend with you the time I can.— Even though Apollo sounded determined and very serious about it, you let out a small laugh. He was completely flushed and biting his lips eagerly.

It seemed fair to you. And so it was, you took any opportunity to be together, to get to know each other and talk. never talked about the prophecy or what happened before because you could do that later, what mattered now was being able to share. To be honest, Apollo was also about to die at Camp Jupiter, but at least you could help him, be by his side and when they finished dealing with a bunch of zombies…

—I'll see you…—He wanted to say “soon” but he couldn't lie to you. He stroked your cheek and smiled shyly. His cinnamon curls waved with the breeze that brought the smell of your perfume and Apollo never wished so much to kiss you, but he had to resist.

—We still have things to talk about…—He nodded and you pulled him from the edge of his sweater to hug him.

Meg rolled her eyes while Reyna, Hazel, and Frank looked like the audience of a wedding, the son of Mars seemed to be on the verge of tears.

—It's just that he's so…—He blew his nose and Hazel stroked his arm.

—Don't get distracted by this. My wife has to graduate—He joked as he let go of your hand. You raised an eyebrow and smiled.

—I never said I was going to marry you.—Apollo nodded with a stupid smile and began to walk towards the camp's exit, he turned his head and widened his smile even more. He didn't want to stop seeing you until he really had to.

—But come back! —You shouted and he said goodbye, waving his hand. When he turned his gaze forward, fear invaded him.

“Do you think you can do it, Apollo?” Python asked in his dreams the night before. “Maybe just imagining her dressed in white is all you have”

—We will achieve it—Meg said, taking his hand, which he thanked.—You will see her again and you will do your stupid little romantic things.—Apollo let out a nervous laugh and nodded with tears on the edges of his eyes.

—Of course.

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The Accursed Crown

Child soldier program within the Fire Nation. Princess Ursa will be having the first grandchild of fire lord Azulon, and as a gift, he sends his son, prince Ozai, to find an appropriate bodyguard for the mother of the nation.

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When she gave birth to her second. Not only did she suffer from a burn from the newborn, she didn't feel the motherly love she felt for her firstborn to her second. She couldn't hold her or even look at her. But she's not a cruel woman, so she found a wet nurse and let the other woman raise her. Well, that was the plan until for a whole day straight the baby girl wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. Even Ozai heard it and came to yell at Ursa for failing as a mother.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

Syllabus

Chapter 4: The Older Women, Our Mothers

Ursa liked looking at you.

Her eyes would trail behind you as you went through your daily routine. From sunrise to sundown, it’s just her, you, and her son.

As much as she loves her son, the rare moments that she shares with you are treasured. It’s adorable how shy you get whenever she would show her affection to you through hugs and kisses.

She thinks that it’s due to your young age, no matter what training you went through prior to your meeting, that you are quick to get embarrassed. Shying away from her touch and avoiding eye contact.

No matter how long you’ve been together or how old you’ve become, she couldn’t help but adore you.

You may never know, but you are dear to her.

She holds you close to her heart.

In this cold, hollow palace, it's you who brings her solace.

It’s you who provides her comfort and any sense of warmth.

And just as how you were her saviour, she believes that she was yours.

Once more, she was in labour. And fortunately, unlike her first, everyone was prepared. When her water broke early in the morning, you and the maids were quick on your feet.

Unlike her first born, this one was more painful. She could tell this one would be a stubborn one from how close the contractions were.

The pain was so intense that she couldn’t reach out to you. She was too busy doubling over and crying to her heart's content.

After five hours, with shaking arms, freshly burnt thighs from the child, and tears that freely fell like waterfalls, the fire nation welcomed their new princess.

As the palace doctor brought her newborn child to her, Ursa couldn’t help but feel resentment towards the new life. She didn’t want another child, one was enough, Zuko was enough.

The tears that now fell were not of joy nor of love, but of despair.

She didn’t want to hold her, she didn’t even want to look at her.

Ozai praised her, who he named Azula in his father’s honour. A wicked smile on his face as he preached on how he alone could father such greatness. He even had the gall to say that you could be his bastard. After seeing how quick you were to learn new techniques, and knowledge, and how fast you mastered your bending.

The man had no shame.

That prideful beast.

She looked to the side, her eyes on the bundle in the arms of its father.

That poor child will surely suffer within these castle walls. Her birth was a curse for the both of them.

Letting out a breath of air, she wished you were beside her.

The moment the doctor came, you were tasked to take her son out while she was in delivery. She hugged herself. It would have been at least a bit more bearable if it were you in place of Ozai’s.

Once Ozai left to retire for the day, she ordered the maids to take the child and to call you and Zuko. You stood by as she fell asleep with her child in her arms. Embracing him with all the love a mother has for her child.

The next day, she was awoken by a sudden swing of the doors. They slam violently against the walls as Ozai marches in with fury in his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you!” He shouts as the torches begin to roar awake, the flames intensifying with each word he spewed. “How could you lie here when your child has been crying out in hunger! You pathetic excuse of a mother!”

He then points to the maid who wheeled Azula in her crate. Crying, red face stained with tears, her tiny body tense in her bundle.

As Ozai yelled and degraded her, she tried to soothe the now-wailing Zuko, who had been startled awake by his father’s shouting.

It was getting too much for Ursa: her crying son, the insults from Ozai, and the non-stop croaked yells of the child that was in her crib. She wanted all of them to stop. She’s not a cruel woman, unlike what Ozai has been insinuating since barging into her room, she did order a maid to find a wetnurse, someone who will care and feed the newborn.

How would she have known that the child wouldn’t take to the hired woman. Why must she suffer due to the unforeseen? Why must it be always her that must go through the hardship of life?

Her eyes began to sting as tears began to well up.

Just as she was about to break down, one of the three sources of her panic had subsided.

Even Ozai has noticed the sudden shift. Much like untying a knot, the tension unwound, slowly but steadily.

Ozai looked back to see you gently cradling the baby. She breathed heavily with her eyes closed as you rubbed her tears away.

The room was left to only Zuko whining, hugging his mother’s side as she continued to soothe him.

Ozai looked at you in interest before an idea began to brew behind his eyes. His anger calmed down, he sent you a smile. “I thank you for bringing peace within my palace.” He walks towards you, “A reward must be in order. I believe a promotion will find your fancy. Starting today, you will be the guardian of the princess. Do make me proud and train my daughter into a fine bender, one who will surely bring honour to our nation.”

He spares a glance to his wife, “Your talents are being wasted playing guard. The palace is secure and we have the royal guards on standby.” His eyes zeroed in on you as he guided you to leave the room, “Tell me, 076, do you know who your parents are?”

The doors close behind you as you walk beside him with the baby still in your arms, “No, my lord. But I was told by the nannies that my mother was taking care of me before I was saved. I am ashamed to admit but I don’t believe I have a father…”

That same smirk when he held his daughter appeared, “That’s quite alright. It makes sense why you wouldn’t have a father.” He places his large hand on your shoulder as the three of you continue your walk towards the throne room.

Despite having the prince walk beside you so close, it doesn’t feel as half as suffocating as when you’re just standing near Ursa. Maybe the theory of you being weary of being in close quarters with others due to your past training was not true. Maybe the strange feeling of being akin to prey is just reserved for when you’re with the older woman.

“I can tell that, despite your origin of birth, you were made for greatness.” His words were warm yet the grip on your shoulder and the glint in his eyes told you otherwise. “I see myself in you, my child. Half your blood may be tainted by that woman, but the remaining is pure and noble.” The way he looked at you was crazed, hungry.

“I can tell that your father was and is a great man of power. How else can you be so blessed? It is only fate that you were taken in. Your destiny to stand by the throne and swear your loyalty to the crown.” He pulled you into his side.

As he said, it is your sworn duty to serve.

That is what you were trained for.

Your destiny to serve the crown.

The Accursed Crown.

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Doctor Who (11) X Reader - Holding You

Description - The Doctor finds you sleeping in his bed, and he can't bring himself to leave you. Angst. Hurt / Comfort.

A/N - So, after 29 years I finally see what all the fuss is about and got into Doctor Who. I was just never into it before but now I'm really watching it and I adore it, so I had to write this.

Warnings - None.

Rating - T

Usually, adventures with the Doctor were grand events, full of intrigue, mischief, and maybe a dash of trouble, but the trouble was nothing that you and he together couldn't handle.

Yet, for the first time, things had gone terribly wrong. For the first time ever on an adventure, you hadn't felt safe with the Doctor, almost meeting your end as you were faced with the reality that you could die on any mission and you very nearly had. Yet, even though you had lived and would see another day, you didn't feel good about it when you considered the mass genocide of an alien race that both you and the Doctor had been unable to prevent.

After such an unfathomably awful event, you weren't sure what to do. So, to give yourself some time to think, you told the Doctor that you were going to bathe, and that was that, he didn't even question it, falling into his own quiet despair as he singlehandedly manned the TARDIS, flying it into Deep Space until the two of you were ready to go somewhere else.

Eventually, when you didn't return, the Doctor began wondering where you were and if you had gotten lost; it was quite possible since you weren't familiar with the TARDIS like he was, and it was considerably larger than anyone really anticipated it to be.

The Doctor stroked the TARDIS' control panel affectionately.

"Stay on course, old girl," He instructed. "I think our friend might be having a hard time of it."

With that, he left the control room and began searching for you, calling your name and masking his pain with a charming grin and a jovial tone. In truth, he would have liked to be allowed to cry but at his age, when he had already seen the worst of everything, he was more apt to comfort others and pretend that everything was okay even when it most definitely wasn't.

The Doctor searched room after room, going through them methodically as he sought you out, hoping that you weren't hiding away where he wouldn't be able to help you.

Eventually, the TARDIS' strip lights turned on, setting out a path for him to follow.

"Clever girl," The Doctor praised the TARDIS, his wonderful ship.

He followed the lights to the one room he hadn't expected and for a moment, he was certain that the TARDIS had made a mistake or was ordering him to rest, for of all the rooms on the ship, it had led him to his own bedroom.

There were six bedrooms in total on the ship, and though the Doctor hardly spent any time in his, often just falling asleep in the control room or on one of the catwalks, he did still keep one room for himself. Having often dropped you off at home, the Doctor hadn't gotten around to presenting you with one of the other rooms yet, though he had meant to.

Heading inside, the Doctor fell silent, finding you asleep on the bed. You didn't look peaceful, nor did you look happy as many often did at times of rest; instead you simply looked tired. It was quite likely, the Doctor supposed, that you had indeed gone to seek out the bathroom and instead gotten mixed up and had found this room instead, though you likely wouldn't have known it was his room.

Did you even have any idea that the Doctor avoided this room so much because when he stared at the ceiling on a night, his head and hearts were full of ideas of you?

Ideally, the Doctor knew that he ought to leave you there to rest, but he too was tired. He was heartbroken by his losses today, and his bones were weary with age. He longed for a simple life, a human life that he would never be permitted. The TARDIS was his home, his responsibility, and sometimes, just sometimes it was his prison, constantly reminding him that he was a nomad and couldn't revel in an ordinary life with a person he loved. Oh, how he dreamed of the things that most people cast off as mundane.

Yes, he knew that he should leave you to your rest and set himself about on another task, but he loved you, and if he couldn't have you to hold forever, then he could at least have you for a moment.

Moving quietly, the Doctor got into bed beside you and leaned into the curve of your body, holding you delicately, and taking a moment to breathe you in.

He pulled the blanket over you both and then exhaled contentedly.

No doubt when you awoke he would make some hyperactive excuse as to why he was there, casually brushing it off as normal or perhaps blaming you for taking his bed, but for now, while you were asleep, he could simply dwell in the comfort of a night holding you.

[milkywaydrabbles]

Hii! I absolutely adore your writing so much honestly my fav tumblr acc<3

Could you pretty pls do 37 on the kinktober list with Alucard 😽

A/N: I'm sorry this one is shorter than normal ): I tried my best I hope you still like it though mwuah <3

Overstimulation x Alucard

"T-too much darling please, I can’t–aah" Alucard was nearly panting with your touch. You'd been teasing him for hours, using him for your own pleasure. Once you let him cum he thought you'd be done for the night. Instead, you grinned at him like the devil and sunk down on his cock again. He couldn't help but get hard, seeing you bouncing in his lap, tits on full display—truly a sight to behold. 

But then you just kept going--ripping orgasm after orgasm from the Dhampir. You both were sticky with sweat and cum, but you just couldn’t seem to care when he kept making such sweet noises and writhing underneath you. “Shh, just one more. Please? For me?” God you looked so sweet asking, Alucard wanted to say no, that he just couldn’t, but your big doe eyes had him melting even if his cock was red and raw with how you’d keep jerking him and riding him. So instead, he nodded, gripping the sheets underneath him. You were being generous, really, by using your mouth. A glob of saliva dribbled down from your tongue to his cock head, watching it drip down the shaft. You were so enamored with his body, you couldn’t help but to keep using it for your pleasure. You wrapped your lips around him, mouthing at the shaft, and placing sloppy kisses around his cock. “You’re so pretty, Adrian.” A whispered praise that had him preening. You kissed lower and lower until you sucked at one of his balls, moaning around him as you tasted cum from the last round that dripped down. “Taste yummy, too..” you licked a wet stripe up his shaft, pressing a kiss to his tip and finally suckling him into your mouth. Alucard whimpered, bucking his hips up even with the pain. It just felt too good. He couldn’t help it, your mouth was so warm and wet. Tears escaped his eyes, the overstimulation frying his brain as you continued to suck on him. 

Your tongue lapped his slit before sinking back down on him, the tip hitting the back of your throat with a gag. You took him as best you could, even with all the times you sucked Alucard off it was difficult to get used to how big he was. “Sweetheart, a-ah fuck! Please, please let me cum aga-aah..” He whined, a hand hastily grabbing at the roots of your hair, and tugging harder than he normally would. Alucard was mindlessly crying out to you, the pleasure and pain mixing into the most diabolical and euphoric type of high. You clicked your tongue, letting him grab at you so harshly and letting up from his cock just for a moment, “Just a bit longer, sweet boy,” and sinking down again, sloppily making out with his cock. The tips of your fingers teased at the slit, feeling pre cum oozing out as he twitched in your hand. Alucard kept begging you to let him finish, tears staining his face, mindlessly fucking up into your hand. 

Finally, finally, you wrapped your lips wholly around him again and hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing your head at a quicker pace up and down. “Pleasepleaseplease don’t stop, keep going, darling ke-ep g-going--fuck!” His broken cries turned into sobs, fucking your mouth as he came down your throat one last time. Even after so many orgasms he had spilled just a bit more into your mouth, which you happily swallowed down. “No more, no more” He begged, pushing at your face as you let him go. Alucard looked down at you, angelic as always even after the cruelty you had just shown him. A shaky hand caressed your cheek as he caught his breath, smiling as you turned to his palm for a small kiss.

“You are a vile woman.” He joked, voice breathy. You couldn’t help but giggle, and climb up to his face and cover it with kisses. “You looked so good, I couldn’t help myself, honey.” He’ll definitely be getting back at you another time.

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Patience, Little One - Morpheus (Dream of the Endless)

Rating: 18+ (you are responsible for the content you read, minors be gone)

Synopsis: Morpheus returns to his witch lover... (aka shameless, soft smut)

This emo pipe cleaner has become my latest obsession, I've been considering a Morpheus/Corinthian/Reader scenario, what do you think?

She sighed heavily against the familiar fabric of his coat, his body warm through his shirt, warm and solid and real. He stroked a hand down the back of her head, carding his fingers through her hair as he breathed in her scent, lips soft against her temple. 

“You’re really here,” she mumbled against the fabric, refusing to loosen her grip.

“I’m here, my love, and I shall never leave you again,” he promised, leaning back just enough to look at her fully, noticing the glossiness in her eyes and the slight tremble of her lower lip.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Morpheus,” she said shakily, a single tear escaping when she blinked. 

“My darling, my stars,” he said gently, stroking the tear away with his thumb, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, “I intend to stay by your side as long as you’ll have me,” he murmured, a low rumble in his throat as she looked up at him. 

“What of the Dreaming?” she asked, always so worried for others, rarely stopping to be concerned for herself.

“Better, I have found my tools and have begun the process of rebuilding. My Nightmare has been handled and the castle is ready for your return, if you wish to return,” he explained, despising how he had to wait so long after his release to find her, but knowing he could not return to her without his full power and the Dreaming restored. 

“And you? How are you, truly?” she asked, head tilting sideways slightly as she assessed his face, noticing the shadows and sharp edges more prominent.

“Well,” he nodded, his tone clipped. 

“Morpheus, this is not the time for formalities, I’ve been so worried about you,” she huffed, losing her patience with him at that moment, “tell me the truth…please,” she demanded, gripping his hands in her own, squeezing tightly. 

He stared down at her, his little witch, so concerned for his well being. He searched her eyes for any hints of ulterior intent, but only found raw concern and adoration. Another tear slipped down her cheek, collected by the pad of his thumb before she could wipe it away. His heart ached for her, he wanted nothing more than to stop her tears and see her smile again, to hear her laugh and proclaim her love like she had before his capture. 

“T-touch me,” she whispered, “if you won’t speak of it, then touch me...please.” 

He hesitated. “My love, you’re crying,” he began softly, gently.

“Touch me, Morpheus, I don’t have the capacity to have this conversation right now,” she said, her voice trembling, “I need to feel you, to feel something,” she added softly, closing her eyes. 

In a way, he understood. He too felt the carnal need for physical intimacy low in his stomach, the desire to claim her again after so long, to taste her, to bring her to climax until she could no longer remember the pain she was currently feeling. He understood completely, but a part of him wanted to be gentle with her, hold her, talk things through, understand. 

“My lovely little witch,” he began, his voice soothing and warm, “I have much to make up for, allow me to start now,” he said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder and then her neck, “allow me to atone for your pain which I have caused.”

He lowered them both to her bed, the streetlights and full moon the only light in her small apartment. She wiped the last of her tears with the back of her hand as Morpheus removed his coat and shirt, kneeling over her as he pushed her onto her back. Holding her still with one hand, the other palmed over her chest, feeling her whimper at his touch. Raising that same hand to the back of her head, he lifted her slightly, kissing her with a fervent hunger, teeth clashing, tongues colliding, nothing gentle about the act.

“More…” she whined against his mouth, her hands roaming his back as she began to grind her hips down onto his thigh. 

“Patience, little one,” he muttered against her chest, pulling her shirt off her body with ease. 

She did not resist when he fully undressed her, the next few moments filled with gentle touches as he reacquainted himself with the curves of her body. She shifted underneath him, grinding her hips into his thigh more determined. Morpheus stilled her hips with his hand, lowering his mouth to her core, inhaling her scent. 

“Let me hear you, little one,” he said before diving into her, securing his arms around each thigh to keep her still.

She cried out, her hand gripping his hair tightly as he traced patterns along her clit, prodding her entrance occasionally. He did not stop, working her through one climax, only slowing when he sensed she was nearing her second. Hearing her cry out for him as she came, body shaking against his own. 

“I’m yours, only yours, please,” she whined, mind fuzzy as she rushed towards her second orgasm.

“Only mine?” he questioned with a dangerously sly smirk, moving up her body while simultaneously removing the last of his clothes with a wave of his hand. 

“Only yours, Morpheus, please, j-just…ngh,” she gasped when he slipped into her, his hard length stretching her so deliciously she couldn’t even think. 

“Come for me, little one,” he grunted in her ear, angling his hips to go even deeper and harder as she squeezed him perfectly, “come for your King, your Master,” he growled, grazing his teeth along her neck.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as she tensed under him, her body locking up and then trembling with the quakes of her release.

Her release only brought him closer to his own. He groaned into the crook of her neck, chasing his end with wild abandon. She spoke softly, breathlessly in his ear, affirmations of belonging to him, encouraging him to come. 

Sitting up, he pulled her with him, until they were both on their knees. Slipping back inside her dripping heat with ease, he continued to fuck her senseless. One hand locked around her neck, tight enough to cut off some of her air, which had her grinning and gasping euphorically as he rutted into her with unbelievable resolve. His other hand alternated between squeezing and holding her hips steady to squeezing and plucking at her pert nipples, both actions eliciting blissful moans and gasps from his beloved. 

“You can give me one more,” he grunted in her ear, releasing her so that she fell onto her hands and knees, breathing hard as he continued to hammer into her.

“Ah, please,” she cried out, begging for anything he would give her. 

Reaching under her, he rubbed at her clit in time with his thrusts, keeping her steady when she began to shake and grind back onto him, her orgasm quickly approaching. He felt it, the pulsing of her walls around her, the explosive warmth and velvety caress as she squeezed him tighter and tighter.

He came with a low groan, his hips stilling as he released ropes and ropes of his seed. She was practically purring under him by the time he settled beside her, eyes closed with a content smile. Yes, he preferred this over her tears any day. Her smile always brought a warmth to him, an undeniable sense of love and adoration filling him. 

“Stay…please?” she asked, feeling him shift slightly behind her.

“Always,” he agreed, pulling her closer to him, kissing her temple and making sure she was properly covered by the blankets they had crumpled in their activities.

[osaemu]

how about H, N, T for suguru geto for the yandere alphabet? 💞 congrats on 400!!!

notes: near-death experience, implied physical and mental torture, reoccuring sadism, blame-shifting, physical abuse, terror, end can be interpreted as dacryphilia but not really (these warnings are getting out of control oml)

HELL — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them? when geto nearly kills you. after your far-fetched escape attempt nearly works, geto decides that it's time for you to learn a lesson, and unfortunately that lesson involves you slipping in and out of a pain-induced consciousness as all sorts of sharp, blood-curdling things terrorize you for hours on end. and as if that weren't bad enough, geto's watching the whole time, a smug smirk on his lips as he listens to you beg him to stop and apologize for the nth time. only after your heart nearly stops will he finally take mercy on you and fix you up, murmuring about how masochistic you must be to wish all that upon yourself.

NAUGHTY — how would they punish their darling? i think geto's go-to method of "discipline" would be physical punishment. if he's seriously displeased, get ready for a day of tending to your bruises and stretching out sore limbs. i could sort of see him using his cursed technique to terrify you for his own amusement, especially if you aren't a sorcerer. something about the way your eyes light up with fear from the invisible threat makes geto feel things, and he loves it.

TEARS — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? geto doesn't really care. if anything, he finds it amusing how you think that your little tantrums will have any effect on him. this man has killed innocent people just because they weren't sorcerers without so much as a second thought, so geto thinks it's just adorable how you try to appeal to his emotions with your glassy eyes filled with tears.

a/n: u guys like the letter t a lil too much lmao,,, and thank u sm anon! this one was a bit lazy mb :3

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If I had the love I needed Pt 2 (Final Part)

Will (Salad Days) X (Friend Reader)

Warnings Below

Word Count: 2,634

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Warnings: Smutty Smut (P in V Protected) . Codependency, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of Violence.

"Then why can't you sleep?" He asks his voice teasing.

Your eyes go wide as you slightly shift, but say nothing.

He takes his hand off your stomach and places it on your jaw, turning your face towards his.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" He rubs his nose against your cheek, and your heart rate speeds up.

"You're just like me," he whispers into your ear, and you look at him with confusion.

"Unwanted, unloved, forgettable." he nuzzles his nose into your jaw and slowly drags it down your neck.

You swallow as you feel tears start to form in your eyes. He grabs you by your side and turns you so you are flat on your back.

"Don't cry" he runs his finger gently against your cheek.

" I want you," he nuzzles your cheek. "I'll love you," he nibbles on your jaw line. "I'll always remember you." he brings his hand back up to your chin and turns your head so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

"The world ignores people like us." he gently pushes up your jumper and rubs your bare stomach as he pushes his nose to the shell of your ear. "But I see you."

You let out a breathy sigh. "W-what about Leah?" He freezes his movements for a moment

"What about her?" His voice sounds a bit more tense, but the hand he had down on your stomach did not stop its exploration down the side of your body gently gripping as it travels.

"I t-thought you were in -" he cuts you off

"Confused is what i was." his hand travels down to the side of your hip gently gripping at the flesh there.

"Known her a long time. Got a bit confused, is all. " he puts his leg over yours while running his nose along the side of your cheek.

"But she doesn't understand..... not like you do"

You take a deep breath in, every move he makes against your skin, sending electric currents through your veins.

"Don't you feel it? The connection between us?" He pushes himself up against your side "I felt it right away. You're supposed to be mine"

You're weary of how quickly this is escalating, but you can't deny you feel drawn to him. It's like a month to a flame. Like a magnet sliding until the two of you snap together perfectly in place.

You cup his cheek and look into his eyes. His eyes are beautiful, a bright blue swirling with lust, pain, adoration, and just a bit of fear.

You lean forward and gently kiss his lips. He responds with a hunger, grabbing the sides of your face and pressing his lips harshly against yours. You separate as he looks down at you, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I want you," he says in a deep, husky voice. It's clear he understands the power such a simple statement holds for a person like you. Someone rejected all their life. He understands how badly you need to hear that you are wanted because he needs to hear it to.

You reach up and gently stroke his cheek with your fingertip. "I want you too"

"Yeah?" He smiles, showing just a little bit of teeth.

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face back to yours and begin to kiss him more passionately, your tounges swirling around each other in a show of appreciation and lust.

He moves off of you momentarily and reaches into his bedside drawer. He shuffles around for a minute before he pulls out a condom and slides it under the pillow beneath your head.

He leans over you again and gently nips at the tip of your ear before whispering, "I'm going to make you mine"

Your face flushes red as heat pools in your belly. He moves over you, separating your legs with his knee and settling himself between them.

He slides his arms underneath your shoulders, pulling your body up tight against his as he nuzzles into your neck.

"You're so special," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. You feel warmth travel through your entire being at his praise.

He presses himself hard against your core. The feeling of his hardened cock inside his joggers driving you mad with want.

He starts to move himself against you, breathing heavily, his breath on your neck making you shiver.

He slides an arm out from under you and grabs your thigh, pulling your leg up and rutting against you harder.

"So fuckin pretty" he groans.

"So sweet," he exhales unsteadily, sliding his other hand under your bum and pressing you tighter to him.

He ruts against you again and decends upon your mouth, kissing you sweetly and nibbling your bottom lip.

"And all mine," he pulls back and starts to slide your panties down your legs until he gets them off and returns to his previous position.

He brings a hand to your heat, gently gathering some of the moisture there, and bringing it up to your pearl while he starts rub you in slow circles.

You close your eyes and moan quietly.

"Look at me," he demands. "I want to see your eyes"

You open your eyes and look directly at him, and he speeds up his movements and the pressure against your pearl.

You pant as you and Will maintain eye contact as you hurtle closer and closer to your climax.

He watches you, jaw slack as you pant, face slightly contorted in pleasure.

"Oh god," you whine as you sit on the edge of your pleasure.

"That's it. Cmon. Give it to me, " he growls as he nips at your chin.

You release two broken moans as you are rocked by your climax, clamping your legs around his body.

He continues to rub you gently as you ride out your high until he has you twitching with overstimulation at his touch.

He chuckles as he removes his hand "that was bloody beautiful"

You are still breathing heavily as he nips and kisses along your jaw line.

He pulls his joggers and boxers down and off as he keeps his eyes glued to your face as you are coming down from your high.

He reaches under the pillow and grabs the condom he had placed there earlier and gets it on quickly.

He lays back down on top of you. He kisses and lightly bites your cheek.

"You're perfect." He breathes deep as he begins to press into you "so fuckin perfect" he says through gritted teeth.

He buries himself to the hilt and stops

" You ok?" He looks down at you, pushing some loose hairs from your face.

You reach up and curl your fingers in some of the hair at the base of his head. "Yeah, I'm perfect"

He smiles, and he kisses you gently and starts moving in and out of you slowly as if savoring every inch of your body surrounding his.

"Yeah, ya are." he slightly increases his pace as he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg.

He places his other hand on your stomach as he continues to thrust against you.

You pant in short bursts.

"You're mine now," he growls and tightens his grip on your thigh. You nod and whimper.

"Say it," he demands and stares directly into your eyes as he continues his movements, slamming his hips harder against you.

"Yours, oh god, I'm yours" you say between pants and whimpers

He starts to rub your pearl again while he fucks into you quickly.

"That's right, mine," he grunts and closes his eyes and leans his head back.

You quickly approach your peak a second time.

"Cmon, beautiful one more for me." he grips your thigh so tight you can feel his nails slightly digging into the skin. His movements becoming uneven and sloppy

You grip his arm and dig in with your nails as your entire body shudders with pleasure the tips of your toes curling and a tingling sensation traveling up your legs.

"Fuck yes" he grabs both sides of your hips as he drills into you chasing his own pleasure as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. You revel in the way his face is red, jaw slack with beads of sweat dripping by the end of his eyebrow.

He slams his hips into you once, twice, three more times before he comes undone with a gasp and stills as he grips your hips so tightly you know you will have marks there tomorrow.

After he comes down a bit, he chuckles. "Yeah," he runs his finger from the top of your nose down to your lips, pulling down your bottom lip. "You are definitely mine"

And he absolutely meant it. After that night, the two of you are almost inseparable. You're his girl, and he makes sure that everyone knows it.

When you're together, he is always touching you in some way. Arm around your shoulders, holding your hand or even pulling you down to sit in his lap. The two of you hardly go anywhere without each other except for when Will, Tom, and Matt are out doing God knows what. On one such occasion, you find yourself in the company of Leah, something that has become more and more rare the more time you spend with Will.

"I'm not saying he isn't good for you..... I'm just concerned the two of you seem a bit..... I don't know how to explain it... but it just doesn't seem healthy. " Leah attempts to explain her concerns gently, knowing how close you and Will have become.

You shoot her a sideways glance, trying not to let your annoyance show on your face. "This is probably the best relationship I've ever had. It is healthy. We just like each other a lot. I get him, and he gets me"

Leah just nods and hums.

"Just be careful with him, yeah? Don't let him get you into trouble"

You roll your eyes clearly annoyed by this topic. "He won't. He would never want to get me in trouble. " Your response is quick and confident. You trust Will completely and know that Leah's concerns are unnecessary.

"What he means to do and what he actually does don't always line up. Just be careful"

At this point, you have grown so weary of Leah and her concerns that you just nod your head, hoping she will drop the topic. Which she does after a few more concerned looks at you, which you promptly ignore.

As the two of you move on to other topics. Leah's pregnancy scare and your aunts current state included it gets later and later, and still no word from Will. You continue to check your phone throughout the night and when it is nearly midnight and he still hasn't contacted you, you decide that he must have a good reason why you didn't get your usual good night text or his usual demand for you to stay where you are until he can get there to walk you home.

You bid your goodbyes to Leah and head home through the dark, cold streets of Derby. Hood up, keeping your eyes glued to the sidewalk. Luckily, your aunts flat isn't too far from Leah's house, so you get home without incident.

You enter the flat as quietly as possible. Peering around the corner of the entryway into the living room. Your aunt is face down on the sofa, snoring and drooling into the cushions, a few empty bottles scattered around the floor.

"Brilliant," you sigh and start collecting the bottles, dropping them quietly into the bin before beginning the daunting task of getting your aunt from the couch and into her bedroom.

You gently shake her shoulder. " Auntie cmon," you say, barely above a whisper. She grunts and groans while slurring some incoherent noises. "Cmon auntie," you finally coax her off the couch and gently lead her to her room and guide her to her bed where she plops down and rolls over, falling directly into a drunken slumber.

You gently close her bedroom door and sigh.

"Fuck me" you rub your temple and head into your bedroom packing your mini backpack knowing in a day or two you will inevitably be kicked from the flat once again.

Once packed, you fall back on your bed exhausted. The second you close your eyes, your phone chirps. You quickly roll over and grab your phone and smile when you see the text is from will.

"Come outside," is all the text says. So you quickly get up and run to the front door to find him standing on your stoop. Jumper hood over his head and backpack on his back.

"Hey," you say, smiling, opening your arms for a hug.

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. He's shuddering and his breathing seems choppy.

You pull your head back and try to get a better look at his face. It's red like he has been crying.

You touch his cheek. "What's happened?" Your voice is laced with concern.

"We have to go." He says abruptly. "Pack a bag, quick"

"What are you talking about?" You say confused."Where are we going?"

"I can't explain right now, but please just get a bag, and let's go." He goes around you and into your flat heading into your bedroom.

"Will" you whisper yell while following him.

"What is going on?" You ask as he opens your closet and starts grabbing at random clothing items.

You put your hand on his arm. "Will stop! What is going on?"

He sighs and looks at you frustrated "that thing. The thing I told you went sideways the other day? Well, it went way more than sideways, and I need to leave, and I ain't leaving without you, so pack"

You sigh, and when you turn your head to look at what he is pulling from your closet, you spot his knuckles torn up and bloody.

Your breath catches. "Will..... what did you do?"

He rubs his fingers against his forehead. "I beat the hell out of Matt." He avoids eye contact as he digs around the floor of your closet looking for a bag to pack.

"What? Why?" Your heart is beating incredibly fast and your stomach is turning.

"There is only enough money for two people to disappear....." he looks up at you. "Don't look at me like that. Not you."

"What are -" he cuts you off as he grabs your hands

" I'm sorry. I'm not a great man. Hell, I don't think I'm even a good or decent man, and maybe if I had the love I needed, I'd be a better man, but I'm not. But now. Now I do have the love I need, and damn it, I can't leave it behind. No, I won't leave it behind, so please, please, I'm begging you. Pack a bag"

You look into his eyes, and you know, there is no chance he is leaving without you.

"I'm already packed." You grab your mini backpack and throw it over your shoulder.

"Yeah?" He asks voice full of hope.

You grab his hand and shoot him a small smile. "Let's go"

He pulls you toward the door of the flat as you spare one last glance at your aunts bedroom door before you quietly close the front door.

This is crazy and you have no idea how this is going to work out, but you do know one thing. You, just like him, finally have the love you always needed, and you'd be damned if you let it just leave without you.

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Ending & Starting a Family

Bottom!FTM Diluc x Top!Masc!Yan Reader

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

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CW: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Forced Pregnancy, Manipulation, Murder Mention

↳ W.C 891

You've loved Diluc for years but he's always rejected your advances, so you decided to change courses. Same destination, different path.

You got Kaeya to fall for you and soon started dating him, giving you a chance to finally claim Diluc for yourself. He invited you to sleepover, which wasn't a euphemism to have sex, thankfully. You're saving yourself for your love.

You sneak out of bed, Kaeya fast asleep and unaware of you leaving the room. You quietly make your way to Diluc's room and open the door slowly, glad to see him asleep as well.

You close the door behind you gently and walk over to him. You pull the covers away, he's only wearing a tank top and boxers. You pull his underwear away and place it on his bedside table, planning to use it for later.

You move in between his legs, licking his t-dick and getting him wet. You should do whatever you can to make your darling feel good. He sounds adorable in his sleep, squirming around while whimpering as you suck on his tiny cock.

You slip two fingers into his hole to prepare him for your length, fingering him lovingly and making sure he doesn't feel too much pain.

You eventually and unfortunately have to pull away, not wanting to risk waking him just yet. You take out your length and kneel in between his spread legs, sliding into his wet entrance.

Diluc's face twists into discomfort as his cunt struggles to make room for you.

"Diluc.." You moan softly, basking in the feeling of being inside him. “Baby, you feel so good.”

You slowly thrust in and out of his stretched pussy, happily listening to his pained but pleased sounds.

“Thoma..” He mumbles.

You grit your teeth. How dare he call his name while he's having sex with you? You growl, feeling an (almost) untamable rage fuel you into grabbing his throat.

He whines, the sounds making you soften up and feel bad for choking him.

“It's okay, baby, I forgive you for cheating on me with Thoma.” You let go of his neck and fuck into him faster and harder. “It's not like you’ll ever see him again after this anyway.”

After a hard hit to his g spot, Diluc jolts awake. You immediately cover his mouth, still fucking him. Diluc squirms around and slaps your arm, begging for you to let go, to stop.

“Shh, stop moving baby. It's only me.”

He knows his efforts are futile so he stops moving.

“I know it hurts but don't scream, okay?” You pull your hand away from his mouth.

He tries to speak but he can't get out a word nor keep a straight face with the way you're fucking him so hard.

“I'm gonna get you pregnant, baby.” You kiss his forehead.

Diluc’s eyes widen. “No- no-”

“Listen to me, sweetheart.” You hold his cheek in your palm. “You’re going to carry my child and you're going to marry me.”

“No! I wo- won't!”

“Yes you will. You know why?” You lick the tear that ran down his cheek. “Because I’ll kill Thoma if you don't.”

His breath hitches. “Yo- you're lyi- lying-”

“I’m not. I've wanted to kill him for a while now, and you’ll give me no choice.”

Diluc breaks down into sobs.

“And you’ll tell Kaeya that you came onto me and forced me to impregnate you, understood?”

He nods shakily, crying harder.

“You’re such a good boy, Diluc, so obedient for me.” You pepper kisses along his neck. “Gonna come..”

“Wha- what did I do?” He asks quietly, wondering what he's done to you to deserve this isolation.

“What did you do?” You chuckle softly. “Sweetheart, you didn't do anything.”

Everything clicks once you whisper, “I love you, Diluc, you're all mine now”. as you come inside him.

This is how you show your fucked up version of love.

You pull out and lift his hips up to prevent any cum from falling out. You grab his underwear and slide it back onto him. “We need to make sure you get pregnant, right?” You chuckle.

You get back into bed, lying down over the covers and looking disheveled while crying crocodile tears. You quickly turn over to Kaeya and wake him up. “Kaeya!” You whisper yell.

Kaeya opens his eyes and immediately notices your expression, feeling worried. “What happened?!”

“Diluc…he…he forced himself on me..” You lie. “He might- he might be pregnant-” You sob.

Kaeya brings you into a hug to calm you. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow, and I’ll kick him out.”

“Thank you..” You smirk behind his back.

Once Diluc gets kicked out, he'll live with you and you’ll finally start a family with him!

Diluc said one last goodbye to Thoma, telling him that he can't marry a foreigner because of the company. Something about the obligations of a spouse and other things, you weren't listening.

You promise Diluc you’ll make him the happiest man on earth, which, at this point, doesn't sound so bad.

It took a while but he eventually came around once he had the kid, happy to have you and his bundle of joy despite being isolated as a stay at home dad. Now he has his baby to take care of, and maybe he's now finally, truly happy.