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abbysbraids · 2 months

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Lifesaver

Warnings: nicknames, Ellie takes care of crying reader , reader attached by abuse ex , choking , soft Ellie

being new to Seattle you find the cheapest place it’s was temporary you hoped at least your neighbor Beth was an older lady she always complained about you the mess the noise the smell when you lit a candle one time she’s so fucking annoying when you hear a knock on the door if it’s Beth I’m gonna fucking lose it you thought opening the door but instead it was a cop

“ hey ma’am are you y/n “ a 5’5 fall woman with a cop uniform name said ellie Her features are beautiful her beautiful bright green eye you could get lost In her freckles spread all over her face and next you wonder is her lower body had them also

“Yes that’s me is there an issue officer willams “

Ellie can’t help but me drawn to you your hip dips your little belly hanging your the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen suddenly she loves her job meeting you was only the binging

“ well we got a complaint from apartment 3b that there was too much noise in 4b

“ oh okay officer I’m so I’ll keep it down, do you have somewhere to be I would love to invite you for some coffee as a thank you for all the good work you do here”

“ Oh no I could never enjoy your day I wouldn’t mean to pry “

“none sense it would be a pleasure come on in if your not in a rush willams “

“ well in that case( get it cause cop pls laught ) sure princess “

your stomach turns at the nickname ‘princess’ oh she just got hotter they was she look so fine in her uniform no wtf are you doing she a cop for fucking sakes and you just in invited her in maybe this will go anyware maybe…

Ellie sits at your couch while you make coffee for the both of you

“ would you like some cookies freshly baked there good “

“ that sound delicious sure princess “

You also put those put hopefully she likes them and heading back to where she sitting with her legs apart and lap on full display she couldn’t be straight right ?

“ if you mind me asking officer you look pretty young how old are you ?”

“ i don’t mind it’s okay I’m 28 the youngest officer here “ she says with a big on her smile on her face

“ wow that impressive you looking amazing no wonder i was drawn to you from the moment I layer eyes on you “ you shot your shot whats the worst that could happen? We’re you too bold fuck you should have thought it through

“ I appreciate it thank you I feel drawn to you I don’t know what it is maybe we’re meant to be “ She says in a joking matter but secretly hoping you would read into it

“ maybe I know this is personal but do you like girl ?”

“ yeah I do yourself?”

“ me too my girl friend just broke up with me but stuff happens “ you say in a low voice

“ I’m so sorry are you okay I could leave if you want to be alone “ just noticing your red ish eyes

“ no need I would like some company I really like your company “

“ care for a hug I’ve been told I give good hugs “ hoping to put a smile on your face

Ellie gets up from her seat across yours coming over to your seal and opening her arms you happily take the opportunity hold her tight hopping she never leaves until there a know on the door you pull away and Ellie kisses your cheek your blush a little going to open the door in silence to be grafted by your cheating ex

“ please take me back I need you I know I cheated but I changed “

“ no I’m not taking you back asshole “

“ yes you will you have no choice “ she says as she picks you buy your shirt and pushes you aces the wall your eyes start welling in your eyes

Ellie jumps in to help you pulling her off oh you and throwing them into the hallway

“ get the fuck off her your hurting her “ walking over to her arresting her you watching in fear of your ex jumping to attack u again falling into the floor sobbing this isn’t the first time she’s done this your whole relationship was like she said if you break up with she will find you and be with you forever you were scared of her as she sees you on the floor she runs to you hugging you to comfort you in some way

“ your safe it’s everything’s okay I got you promise I’ll always keep you safe “ seeing you like this hurt her how could someone do this to you the most perfect gir she’s every seen

All you can do is sob in her arms untill you’ve calmed down to say someone to her

“ please don’t leave “ as all you could muster up to say you couldn’t be alone right know needing someone warm embrace next to you

“ don’t worry im not going anywhere okay baby what do you need right now I’ll do anything “

“ can I just go to bed for a while just wait till I fall asleep and leave then so I don’t have to see you “

“ of course sweet girl I’m not leave at all untill your better “ she says as she pick you up to carry you to the bedroom wiping your tears on your face with her finger

“ what about your job ellie do don’t feel like you need to stay “

“ I want to stay silly I couldn’t leave you like this babe it’s a shit job anyways who cares “

You arrive to your very messy bedroom when she lays down on your back while she’s carefully remove your claw clip you had on being so gentle not to hurt you in any way

“ shh your okay princess I promise your safe sweetheart kissing your forehead with a comforting kiss “ I got you honey could I lay next to you baby?”

“ please “ she nods and lays next to you holding you close so your face is in the crook of her neck talking in her smell she smells heavenly kissing the top of your head as you slowly fall asleep in her arms you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Notes: cop elliee time idk how I feel about this one 😔it’s kinda good but idkkk it’s a little rushed if you can tell if there any mistakes pls tell me I can’t spell to save my life I’m sorry:(

#the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou fic #ellie the last of us #tlou headcanons #ellie willams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 8 months

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Demon!Killer x male reader. 3.4k

Y/N your name

N/N nick name

Warning: some cursing, mentions of abuse, cum as lube, blindfold sex, size difference, stomach bulge.

I never should have gone to that party.

Everything was fine until someone suggested we try to summon a demon. No one took it seriously as Alex grabbed and set up candles while some girl looked up a Latin tutorial online. "Just something stupid to pass the time." They said. Stupid was definitely the key word here. At least someone was smart enough to get a bucket of water in case we set the lawn on fire too.

Ready with a salt circle around the fire pit and candles lit in the cardinal directions, we all sat around the fire while the girl read the Latin.

I'm sitting on the ground just watching the whole show. The girl chanting starts walking around and asking for things from the onlookers. One girl gives her hair clip, a guy gives his half full beer. Dumb little trinkets or useless things they all give to her, until she gets to me. I try and wave her off. I didn't really want to participate but I also had nothing I wanted to give. The only things I had on me was my phone, wallet, and a pocket sketchbook I pour my heart into. When it's clear I'm not giving her anything her friend snags my sketchbook from my hoodie pocket and tosses it to her. I'm quick to jump up for it but not quick enough.

With a sarcastic "oops" she tossed everything into the golden flames. I tried to catch my book but a red fireball spits from the flames and I managed to burn my hand before recoiling from the heat. I glared at the girls but I didn't want to start a fight. Alex was my only friend here and I didn't want to make them look bad in front of their other friends so I forced myself to take the high road.

Alex has a look of shock on their face as I soak my burned hand in the water bucket. I'll tell them later I don't blame them for their friends actions, I know they feel bad already. That still doesn't make me any less furious with the girl who burned my book though. "Stupid fire, stupid alcohol, stupid hand-" I grumble to myself.

The puff of fire at least made the ritual more interesting for the onlookers. However that was basically the only thing that happened. After all that effort to ruin our stuff and pretend to speak Latin the only thing that we got out of the ritual was the crowd bursting into laughter after it was over and nothing happened.

Alex gave me a bandage to wrap my hand and said they would talk to the others and make this up to me later. After the pain in my hand died down I excused myself and drove back to my apartment. By the time I got back it was almost midnight and I was way too tired to worry about cleaning my wound right now. I slipped into pajama pants and an old T-shirt and flopped face first onto my bed.

The comfort of my bed slowly fading as the temperature of the room started to rise. I try my best to ignore it until it felt like I was boiling. I groan as I sit up to turn on the AC only to freeze in my tracks when I see a large man standing in the middle of my room. He practically took up half the room with his size. Tall with bulging muscles, intricate black markings spread up his left arm until they were hidden by a shirt that was two sizes too small. A pair of curved horns poked out from behind a white and blue mask, and everything was outlined by a mess of golden hair.

I throw myself to the other side of the room but in my panic I can't seem to find my voice. All he does is tilt his head to the side. I can't tell if it's an amused or confused expression under the mask but either way I needed to find a way to escape! He was standing between me and the door. Dread spread through me as realization of just how fucked I was set in.

"G-get out!" I yelled, my voice cracking under the pressure. He takes a step back and stands in the doorway. I start to shake in fear and a little in anger. "Don't fuck with me! I said get out!" This time he doesn't move, simply staring at me for a minute before he quietly sat on the floor.

His voice was deep. I could feel it ringing in my bones before I heard it. "I will not leave until the deal is finished."

"A deal?" I'm taken aback by how calm he is. His demeanor is relaxed like I didn't just scream at him. "Why would I make a deal with someone who broke into my house!?" I feel my anger rising again.

He holds up his hand on the arm that is covered with markings. A brand in the same spot I got burned shimmers like gold. "You paid in advance. I just need my orders."

"I order you to leave than."

He lets out a sigh. "I can leave if you wish but that won't be enough to end the contract."

"There is no contract. Demons aren't real. Your just some giant guy in a stupid costume!" We both fall silent staring at each other, unmoving. Until he gets up and marches towards me. Suddenly fear kicks in again and I realize how dangerous a situation I got myself in. As he gets closer I back up until I hit the wall and he looms over me.

"I. Am. Real." He speaks slowly and precisely. It's all I can do to swallow the lump in my throat and nod my head. A small "okay" shakily falls from my lips. He grabs my bandaged hand by the wrist, his hands feeling like they're on fire. He starts to unwind the cloth until my burn is revealed. I stare in disbelief as the brand took the shape of a skull with three vertical lines running through it.

He releases me from his iron grip and I gawk at the mark. I look up at him in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

He shakes his head. "You did that. That's the contract seal you made when you burned the artifact." I wrack my brain to think of what he meant by artifact.

"You mean my sketchbook?"

"I don't know what it was, but it has enough emotion in it to summon me." He takes a step back so I don't have to crane my neck as much to look up at him. He holds his hand out for me to shake. "Now let's try this again. You can call me Killer, and what do I call you?"

"Shouldn't you call me master?" I joke, ignoring his outstretched hand. I've seen enough demon movies to know not to shake hands with a devil.

"I'm not calling you that." His reply was instant and deadpan. I almost laugh at the delivery.

"Fine, call me… (n/n)."

"So n/n. What do you want?" The way he asked sounded more like a demand.

"I don't want to sell my soul."

"You didn't."

"Huh? I thought that's how demon contracts work?" Confusion written all over my face.

"Not always. Normally yes, but my captain is being punished so for now we have to feed on emotions instead. Your artifact had a lot and was actually able to summon me because of it. However I can't collect those emotions until after I fulfill my end of the deal." It's hard to tell how he's feeling with his inflection so steady and his face covered.

"Why emotions?"

"They are the most similar to the soul. The stronger the emotions the more energy we get." I go to ask something else but he cuts me off. "I would rather not give a whole theology lesson today. What do you want from me, I can get revenge for you, get you power, wealth?"

Revenge sounded nice, but am I really the type of person that would kill over a sketchbook? There are so many people who have done worse to me and who deserve worse. "Do you have to kill them?" I ask as I think over my options.

"I don't have to." I think he might be a bit disappointed. I nod my head getting an understanding of what I want.

I give him a small list of people. Scum who hurt, used, and abused me. People that are better off dead, but I'm not going to kill them. "I want them hurt. I want them to live but make them suffer." He takes the list and nods his head before silently leaving out the fifth story window. It amazes me how someone so big can be so quiet.

He returned only a few hours later. During that time I couldn't rest so I paced around my apartment and thought hard about the whole situation. At first I felt guilty because I'm the reason these people are going to get their lives ruined. However every time I look down at my hand I get a weird feeling that everything is going to be okay. My mind drifts to my summoned attack dog. I can't help but remember just how hot his touch was. Even if he scared me before now I get a flutter in my chest when I think about him. Yeah he was strong and imposing, but he spoke so calmly even when I was yelling and freaking out. It was like he was a grounding force I found myself inexplicably drawn to.

I didn't hear him come back until I turned around and suddenly had to stop myself from running into him. "Shit! Oh sorry… how did it go?" I compose myself and take a step back to give him some room.

"I took care of the revenge, but it wasn't enough." He holds up his hand and the golden marking is still as bright as before. I noticed his clawed fingers still have some blood on them. "I'm stuck here until I collect more of your emotions."

"...oh" I'm not really sure how to respond to that. "Can I like… watch a movie or something to feel emotions?"

"No, I have to be the reason for the emotions for it to work." I think he sounded frustrated.

"Sorry…" I stand there awkwardly for a bit, trying to think of a solution. I can't just have a demon living with me, but I also can't send him on a killing spree to fulfill the contract. Suddenly I'm thinking impure thoughts about him again and I feel my cheeks flush. I shake my head and clear my thoughts. I know he's staring at me again but if I only knew just how hard he was looking. "I… I'll think of something."

What was It he offered before? Revenge, already did that. Wealth, I'm not rich but I'm doing okay, besides if I suddenly have money I'm sure people will get suspicious or try to use me again. Power? I guess he ment status but I like my privacy and really don't want to be famous or anything. Thinking about the demon in front of me I remember his words and how his deep voice rang through me. How it made me feel… I start to get a little excited.

Well I guess it's now or never. "I have a request." I try to sound confident. "You can say no if you don't think it will work or if you don't want to…" I wait for a response but he just continues to look at me behind his mask, silent telling me to spit it out. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. "Fuck me." I blurt out.

He tilts his head to the side before eventually breaking the silence. "I like that deal." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as he approaches, towering over me once again. "Sit and relax. I'll do the rest n/n." He said as he moves to take off my shirt.

After moving into the bedroom I slide down my pajama pants and boxers in one motion and sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. Starting to second guess myself I go to close my legs but his large hands engulf my knees and keep them parted. He settles his massive frame between my legs making it impossible for me to close them.

His size made me nervous before but now I'm nervous in a different way, a much better way. My breath catches in my throat as his too hot hand gently grabs my half hard cock. Slow strokes and the perfect amount of pressure get me rock hard in seconds. It's not long before my cock is twitching ready for release. My breathing becomes shallow the closer to the edge I get. It's too soon, I don't want this to end now. I try to take his hands off my dick but he just keeps pumping at that slow steady pace. "K-Killer-" his name comes out as a breathless stutter.

"It's okay. I'm just getting started." His low voice goes right through me and I cum all over his hand. Thick white ropes sliding down his knuckles. He gathers the cum on his fingertips and pushes me flat on the bed. "You said you wanted me to fuck you, right." It wasn't really a question but I slowly nod my head anyway. He presses his cum covered fingers against my tight ass hole. The cum felt cold contrasted by his searing touch. I gasp at the foreign sensation as one of his thick fingers slowly pushes inside of me.

He goes slow, coaxing me to breathe until the discomfort melts into pleasure. It doesn't take long for me to become putty in his hands. I lean back and let myself get used to the new feelings.

A familiar sensation ran through my bones but I was too lost in my own pleasure to actually hear what he said. "Huh?"

"Your eyes."

"You are not taking my eyes!" I bolt upright

"Not permanently." He takes off his shirt and exposes more of his defined muscles. The stretched fabric wasn't leaving much to the imagination anyway but getting to see more of his toned body was a treat that had me ogling. He folds the shirt and wraps the dark fabric around my head, cutting off my sight completely. All I could smell was the iron and sweat that stained the cloth.

I could feel my heart pounding as my mind raced trying to think of what's going to happen next. "Kil- aah!" A chill runs up my spine as a hot wet tongue licks up my neck. I can feel his lips grin against my skin. He goes down lower leaving a wet trail of licks and kisses down my body. If his hands were like fire then his breath was like smoke, hot and heavy against my skin. His tongue was thick and inhumanly long as he tasted and nipped every part of my exposed skin. Only slowing down to a teasing pace as he got to the sensitive flesh of my thighs. Giving a teasing bite, gently with his razor sharp teeth. Every touch made it feel like there was a fire under my skin.

I let out a loud gasp as his tongue slithered into my ass, soon followed by a finger, then another. All working to stretch me out. I could feel him getting excited. His breathing getting heavier and his fingers moving faster it all felt so good and I could feel my own dick ready to cum again. It took some effort but I started adjusting to the stretching and the sound of my panting and moans filled the room.

I was practically mewling when he suddenly pulled everything out of me. Leaving me with only an empty feeling in my gut. I desperately grab for him and barely graze one of his horns before his hand tightly grabs my wrists and he pins them above my head. I let out a pathetic whimper as my pending orgasm fades.

There's some shuffling and I wince as my eyes are forced to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. I nearly choked on air when he took off my makeshift blindfold revealing his massive cock standing proud. The beast was thicker than my arm and just as long. "That won't fit!" A feeling of panic sparks in my chest. I look up at him but his mask is back on and I can't see any reaction.

"It will." His voice was so tempered, so matter of fact. It was strangely reassuring that despite my worry I still trusted him. Trusted this demon. His mask tilts down and I follow his supposed gaze between my legs. I let out a low moan as he slips three fingers easily into my ass. "You already take my fingers so well. It will fit."

With one hand still pinning my hands above my head he takes his fingers out of my ass and gives himself a few slow strokes. My chest feels tight but I still lick my lips in anticipation. He lets go of my hands and rubs up my stomach. "It will reach all the way up here, and it will be delicious."

"Do it." My lust overshadowing my logic.

He leans over me and rests his weight on his elbow next to my head. Grabbing the back of my knee with his free hand he makes plenty of room for himself as he lines up his monster cock with my already gaping hole. "Breathe." He slowly pressed the tip into me and I was already seeing stars. Painfully slowly he pushed in until I let out a sharp hiss when his cock got too thick halfway in. Stopping he gave me a moment to adjust. Looking down I can already see my stomach bulging. If he wasn't so patient his cock would have ripped me in half already. With every exhale my ass relaxed a little more until it didn't hurt anymore so I bucked my hips a little letting my demon know it's okay to continue.

His dick was just as hot as his touch but reached so much deeper. He kept going deeper still until our hips touched and I was completely full. I let out a small whimper at the tight feeling but my dick was still rock hard with excitement.

"Good boy." The full feeling mixed with the shiver his voice gave me almost had me cum on the spot. A sense of pride swelled in me when I saw just how much of him I could take.

His slow deep thrusts slowly turned into hard deep pounding. Pushing me deeper into the bed as I cling to him, nails biting into his tough skin. The only time he slowed his pace again was when I would get close to cumming, never able to reach my release but enjoying every moment of it. Hours felt like minutes as ecstasy courses through me. With a final thrust my cock and whole body spasms as I cum all over myself. Killer pulls his cock out and his cum mixes with my own on my chest and stomach.

I cum probably the hardest I will ever cum in my life. I collapse into the bed soaked in sweat, completely exhausted and satisfied. "That was… wow" I can't even think a cohesive thought as I bask in my afterglow.

"It'll be a shame not being able to taste all your emotions more y/n." He starts to blur, like when you wake from a dream and that world disappears. Only the world is still and it's just him fading away. The only thing left behind was some soot on the floor and a piece of parchment. I pick up the paper and it has a weird sigel on it. Like a flaming skull wrapped in archaic text. In the mouth of the big skull is the same small striped skull that branded my hand.

I can't help but laugh to myself as my demonic one night stand just left his infernal phone number.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #killer x reader #killer x male reader #x male reader #♠️#a degenerate writes #i wanted to post but i think i want to re write the smut. i think it could have been better but i dont have the skill yet #one piece killer

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bones4thecats · 9 months

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Okay so I just found out that Me and Ace shared the same birthday 23rd Sept.

So can I make a request where the reader somehow forgets or just doesn't tell anyone and like on their birthday they get a cake and everything to celebrate with grim, our residential ginger pulls up and is like bro for me :') ? Tryna be all dramatic and cause birthday but then the reader is nah bro and idk how to proceed after this I just thought it'd be funny.

Platonic or romantic it's on you. Gender Neutral reader.

-🌚

A/N: This isn't my normal Ace emoji, but I will use it for this request as it seems cute! Happy early birthday 🌚-Anon!! I hope it's as fun as it was to write this request for you!!

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(I made this so you could either be friends of partners!! Srsly tho, writing this XD)

P.S: I made the reader MC, though they're different from my AU's Yuu

🎂 Crowley wouldn't stop laying a bunch of issue on your shoulders. He has been 'busy' with filing off grades for the students' final tests of the semester, so he went to you and dropped a fairly large stack of papers into your hands

🎂 You nearly had forgotten what the whole day was about, you. It was all about you, it was your birthday after all!

🎂 It was hard being away from your family, since they would come around and sing you the classic 'Happy Birthday' song while bringing out your cake, candles lit and cheerful smiles plastered on their faces

🎂 You had bought your cake from the nearest bakery that Trey had mentioned, since he was going to be busy with an unbirthday party at the time. Though thankfully, the dorm leaders, their camera-mage, and ex-delinquent had sent you cards with small gifts

🎂 It was all going according to plan that night, Malleus had stopped by to offer you his gift for your birthday, and the other dorms' members had also sent you gifts of their own

🎂 Vil sent you face-masks, Rook sent you a 'lucky rabbits foot', Epel did a basket of fresh apples, Ortho and Idia did a newer gadget, the trio of Savanaclaw gave you some training materials, Octavinelle's three leaders gifted you with some ocean-special items like shells from the dept, and Diasomnia blessed you with some of your special needs; like a more updated home, with the usage of magic ofc

🎂 You just hadn't expected what you had seen nor read

🎂 Grabbing the birthday card that Deuce had sent you, it read that 'today was special for two of his close friends', which concerned you

🎂 Someone shared the same birthday as you when you were here at Night Raven College, but who could've been the one soul who did?

🎂 When the ginger-haired Heartslabyul student had come trudging into Ramshackle with a proud look on his face, you immediately knew who it was, and because of this student's stubbornness, you had to grab grim and start running away with the cake in your's and his' hands/paws

🎂 Of course, luck wasn't on your side, yet again, when you came to the very ending of Ramshackle's courtyard and you could hear Ace yelling behind you on why you were running away

🎂 So turning around, you began sprinting past him and back into the dorms' rundown kitchen. And when Ace came into the same room just a few seconds later, you began explaining why you weren't giving it to him

🎂 It was your birthday as well! Well, what a shocker! This was going to go down in history as one of his most surprising moments at NRC

🎂 After a while of debating who got the cake, you two sat down on the living room's couch and watched a comedy film on his phone, and funnily enough the cake was gone fast, but that didn't stop him from attempting to eat your pieces

🎂 He may be a little prideful at times, but he can be a sweetheart, whether your lovers or friends

#Twisted Wonderland #Twst #Twst x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #NRC x Reader #Night Raven College x Reader #Night Raven College #NRC #MC! Reader #GN! Reader #S/O! Reader #Ace Trappola #Ace Trappola x Reader

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ficklefics · 4 months

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Obsessed - Part 4: Mind and Again

Your life with Jeremiah is faultless. Perfect. And yet that voice persists in the distant part of your mind: Something is wrong.

SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

PART 3

Requested by @vayereliyanin

Warnings: Self harm, Implied torture and brainwashing, Stalking, Nudity

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Milk. A pinch of salt.

Whisk. Whisk. Whisk until the batter’s smooth.

A pan on the hob. Gentle heat. Be careful not to burn yourself. A ladle and a half. Let it coat the pan evenly. Wait. Flip. Wait. Slide it onto the plate and cover.

Pan. Ladle. Wait. Flip. Wait.

The pattern was simple. The pattern was good. It was easy to follow. No need to deviate. No need to think. It was Sunday morning and on Sunday mornings we have crepes.

The mixing bowl was empty by the time the door opened behind you. A cool hand on your waist and a kiss on your cheek in greeting.

“Good morning, sweetness.” You smiled at the pet name, at Jeremiah.

“Good morning.” Allowing yourself only a moment to lean into his touch, you pulled away. “Help me with my apron?”

His hands deftly untied the bow at your back, lifted the apron over your head and discarded it to the side. It was those simple moments that you loved most, the gentle acts of service that were so characteristic of him. You picked up the crepes and turned with them in your hands. He was smiling at you, practically glowing with love. He took the plate and carried it to the table, freeing you to bring the jar of homemade raspberry compote. He sat at the head, with you to his right, and let you shift the crepe from the top of the pile onto his plate, offering him the jar and a spoon.

“Thank you my dear.” You served yourself and began eating, knowing he wouldn’t start before you were a few bites in. He was so patient, so generous. You ate in a companionable silence. It was only after finishing his plate that he spoke: “Delicious as always.” He rested a hand on yours, holding it tight. “I must go to work now, but I’ll see you this evening. If you behave, I may even bring you a gift.” You couldn’t hide the excitement on your face. You never went without, never wanted for anything, but the idea of something special, of some kind of treat, set your heart fluttering. “If you behave, of course.” Suddenly he was serious. The grip on his hand just a little too strong. But you didn’t flinch. You simply nodded, pulling back your grin to a more restrained smile. You knew Jeremiah meant well. That he only cared for keeping you safe, protecting you. That sometimes that desire overcame him and made him go too far. It wasn’t his fault.

“Of course.” He stood and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I hope you have a good day, love.” He smiled at that.

The dishes were cleaned, the floors swept, chores all done. There were still a few hours before Jeremiah would be home from work.

More than enough time for a relaxing bath.

Water gushed from the tap in a steaming torrent. You dripped in essential oils, lit candles, poured bubble bath until the bath was a luxury of foam and lavender. You slipped from your jeans, your blouse, left them neatly folded on the counter. Twisted your hair up and away from the nape of your neck. Climbed in and sunk into ecstasy.

A whole hour in peace and relaxation. When the water began to prick goosebumps along your skin, you stood and stepped out, wrapping the thick towelling robe around your body. You left the bathroom into the bedroom and sat at the dressing table to stare at your reflection. Damp hair hung around your face in tangles. Loose like this, it failed to hide the marks on your temples. They had always been there. Birth marks, you were sure. Almost symmetrical. Red spots, almost like abrasions. But not. Birth marks. They were birth marks. Almost unconsciously, a hand drifted under to the base of your skull, to the thin ridge that wound its way from ear to ear. The line was so narrow you almost forgot about it in the day to day. Almost. An accident with hair straighteners when you were younger and more reckless. An accident. That was all.

You shook yourself away and reached for your hairdryer and brush. The routine of blow-drying and styling was well-practiced, almost robotic. By the end of it every unsightly thing was hidden away and there wasn’t a hair out of place. There never was.

Wake up. Monday. Oatmeal. Write the shopping list. Pasta. Sleep.

Wake up. Tuesday. Omelettes. Stock the pantry. Steak. Sleep.

Wake up. Wednesday. Croissants. Clean the bathrooms. Soup. Sleep.

Wake up. Thursday. Scrambled eggs. Wash the floors. Fish. Sleep.

Wake up. Friday. French toast. Read. Chicken. Sleep.

Wake up. Saturday. Croque monsieur. Spend time together. Sushi. Sleep.

Wake up. Sunday. Crepes. Clean the kitchen. Roast beef. Sleep.

Wake up.

You were not a restless sleeper. You closed your eyes at 11pm and woke up at 6am. Like clockwork. So why were your eyes wide open and staring after you had lain down.

In the dark, the ceiling almost seemed to swirl. Or maybe it was your brain. Spots darker and brighter, inflating and shrinking, twisting and turning around each other in strange patterns. You couldn’t stop watching though you longed for your eyes to close and morning to come.

Jeremiah’s body next to yours was still. Sometimes you joked to yourself that, when he was asleep, he was indistinguishable to a corpse. Only the very slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Just lay still. Don’t let him know you’re awake.

You weren’t sure why the thought of Jeremiah realising you weren’t sleeping as normal was so terrifying to you. Surely the man who loved you would be worried for your insomnia. A hazy memory of sleeping pills rose to the surface of your mind. A time when you had been plagued by sleeplessness, when… when…

And as soon as it had appeared, the memory was gone. Almost like a dream. Perhaps it was. Perhaps you were already asleep.

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Eggs. Eggs. Milk. A pinch of salt.

Whisk. Whisk. Whisk until the batter’s smooth.

Whisk. Whisk. Eggshells. Whisk. Not smooth.

A pan on the hob. Gentle heat. Hotter. A bright flame. Fascinating colours flickering against the metal. Careful. Touch it.

It hurts. Hurts. Sensation. Hold onto it. You don’t feel anymore. But you feel this. He takes this from you. The pain. Take it back. Feel it. Hurt. Hurt.

You don’t realise you’re screaming until your hand is being pulled away and forced under a cool stream of running water. Jeremiah is at your side, hushing you, brushing away the sobs, holding your trembling form against his body. Holding you tight so you won’t slip away.

He murmurs comforting words as he sits you down and soothes the burns with a salve. The sensitive and fragile skin of your hand is now red and raw, blistering at spots. It twitches in his grasp. You haven’t spoken. You’re not sure what you’re meant to say. What you’re supposed to say. This doesn’t happen, it shouldn’t happen.

It happened.

Jeremiah was talking, but more to himself than you.

“Easy to fix, just a simple problem. Something I didn’t notice the first time. Not to worry, you’ll be good as new.”

The first time. Good as new.

Good as new.

He walked away, came back, gave you a glass of cloudy water. Under the intensity of his gaze, you drank it all.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” He helped you up from the seat, down the corridor. Changed your clothes for pyjamas and tucked you under the silken sheets. He stroked your hair as your mind grew hazy. “I’ll make you right as rain, my sweet. You’ll be yourself.”

Darkness. A single bright light. Was this death? Had you died?

No. Death couldn’t be this painful.

But it could definitely be this lonely.

All that you had was that voice in your head. The voice that was yours, and yet not yours. Screaming at you. You weren’t sure what for.

She couldn’t help you. There was nothing to be helped. This was it.

The bathwater was tepid. You couldn’t remember how long you had been soaking in it, but your fingertips had shrivelled in the damp. You were staring at the door. At the brighter spot of paint, newer than the rest of it. The slight gouges near the handle, the painted over screw holes. There had never been a lock there. You were sure of it. There was no need to lock each other out. So why…

The thought was disrupted by a jolt of pain that shot through your head. You winced, resisting the urge to cry out. Scrambling, almost panicking, you threw yourself from the bath and escaped to the bedroom, still naked and dripping water on the plush carpet. You gripped the dressing table, knuckles white. In the mirror your cheeks were pale. The birth marks darker. Stress? Must be. Stress. What stress? What was there in this life to stress you? Every day was the same, nothing ever unexpected, nothing to scare you or surprise you. So why did you feel so afraid?

The sound of the door handle turning made you spin around, heart pounding in your chest and brain pounding in your skull.

Jeremiah closed the door behind him with a click. His pale eyes took you in, stood there, exposed. An unnameable shiver ran up your spine.

“Isn’t this a surprise.” Was it surprise in his voice? Or something else?

“Jeremiah. I was just getting changed. I didn’t realise you were home.” You walked slowly towards the hook on the bathroom door where a silken robe hung. You reached for it, eager for the protection it offered.

“Wait.” You froze mid-movement. He stalked towards you. Stalked? That was the word that came to mind? Why? Now he was beside you. A cold hand rested on your skin, tracing the contours of your body, a path of goosebumps appearing in its wake. This was unusual. Jeremiah was not a physical man. Affectionate, sure, but he had never expressed interest in anything further than that. It wasn’t a problem for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had wanted someone to touch you. This sensation was unfamiliar. Distant. Unwelcome.

He cradled the back of your head. It almost felt as though his fingers were probing the scar that sat there. He examined your face, eyes giving away nothing. You could never know what he was thinking. When he kissed you, you wanted it to feel like love. And it did, in a way. It felt like his love. Like possession. Like ownership. Like… like…

Before you could find the word, he pulled away. A gentler kiss on the forehead. “Get dressed. It’s almost time for dinner.”

What day was it? Tuesday. Stock the pantry.

Stock. Stock the pantry.

You didn’t.

You wandered. Wandered the halls like a ghost. Unending. Lost. You could taste blood in your mouth. When you touched your tongue, your saliva was clear. You felt like Theseus in the labyrinth. Bound by an invisible string, drawn to doom. Searching for something you couldn’t remember. These doors were so familiar yet so, so distant. Like a dream. Like a nightmare.

You had stopped in front of one. It opened to reveal a security room. Nobody there. Nobody watching the wall of screens showing the view of the cameras that were watching you. You took a shaky step over the threshold. The door closed behind you. The screens approached and engulfed your vision. That voice in the back of your mind was even louder now.

There was a phone. Jeremiah didn’t have phones. You didn’t need them. Everyone you needed to speak to was here. So why was there a phone?

You reached for it. Dialled a number. The number. Listened to the ringing.

A bored voice. “GCPD.”

“Hello.” The word almost became trapped in your throat. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to anyone else.

“Hello? Ma’am, this is a priority number. What do you want?”

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” It was important to say. You weren’t sure why.

The voice swore, then there was a clatter, and shouting. Then another voice, one that was familiar.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes. I- I don’t-”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at home.” Were you? Were you at home? Or was this place something else, something more insidious? Something was very, very wrong.

“Look, hold on. Just don’t hang up. We’re going to find you. Just… Just hold on.”

You were still holding the phone when the building shook with footsteps. Still holding the phone when the door slammed open. Still holding the phone when the familiar face of a man you didn’t recognise appeared beside you.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). You’re safe now.”

“Was I in danger?”

Yes. Yes, you were.

This apartment was small. Bedroom, toilet, living area and kitchen combined. Barred windows that barely opened. 3 bolts and 4 chains on the door. Police in the hallway and outside the building day and night. It was more of a prison than the maze had ever been. But you finally felt free. You hadn’t realised you’d felt trapped.

Your mind was starting to piece things together. Your other life, your real life, was still a haze, but it was within reach. And every day Jeremiah was further away.

Did you miss him? You felt his absence. You weren’t sure it was the same thing.

But he was never that far, not really. The marks on your temples – those you now knew to be electrical burns – were fading, but still sore. The scar – from surgery – easy to ignore, but still present.

And when you looked out of your window, you felt him watching you. You never saw him. Never a glimpse of dark hair, of leather gloves, of pale, pale skin.

But he would never be gone.

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Your hand waves the match stick incessantly till the flame gives out before focusing on the now lit candle in front of you. The clock was nearing three am and you figured this would be the best time to manifest an ‘A’ on your math test you kinda-not-really-studied for. Hard work pays off unless it comes to you so you turn to this spiritual realm to beg shamelessly. If this works you would surely be on your knees praising whatever entity for the next unit. What sounds like a short-circuit makes you open your eyes to a now pitch black room that is only illuminated by the candle that burns faithfully. Your stomach twists in fear as you break your neck to look around your bedroom, catching sight of a terrifying silhouette that causes you to shut your eyes tight to make sure you are seeing correctly and you’re more than certain the figure starts to move towards you when you shut your eyes and let out a horrifying scream.

Warnings: smut, female reader, light crack? (Readers a little dumb but she’s cute idc)

Category: incubus!yoongi collegestudent!reader

The incessant shuttering you heard stops and you open your eyes to check the spot between your dresser and closet that is now clearly void of the figure and the lights are back on again. Eyes darting back to the candle, you find the flame is gone, a faint trail of smoke the only proof it was once there.

Fuck.

Your sock clad feet stomp towards the curtains to glance outside in search of rain and lightning that could have resulted in the power outage but you see no clouds in the midst of the dusk.

“There’s no rain.”

You whip around to the unfamiliar voice across your room to spot an oddly handsome man.

“W-who are you?”

Your eyes watch him as he scans the stationary on your desk, letting his finger lightly graze your products before offering you a close-lipped smile.

“Yoongi and you’re y/n?” He says casually. You frown at his harmless demeanor which is the last thing you expect since he’s a man in your room who for some reason knows your name.

“Yeah-how do you-”

His head falls back in a groan.

“Of course I get the oblivious one who has no clue how to properly summon.”

A guttural sound leaves him before he looks back at you stiffly while you stand with a tight grip on the fabric of your curtain.

“Listen. There’s nothing to be afraid of, but you’re gonna wanna sit for this next part.” His slender fingers gesture towards your bed that’s clad in pink silky duvet which now that he looks, matches your pajamas. Your dark eyes are vigilant to his every gesture because although he didn't necessarily pose a threat he is still intimidating as his broad shoulders are quite visible and you feel a heat travel to your lower region at the sight when you shake your head while clearing your throat.

“I don’t wanna sit. Speak.” You dismiss.

Yoongi’s eyes rake over the brown skin that isn’t clad by the frilly shorts you have on before he switches his gaze over to your face again.

“You lit that candle because you wanted something and now I am here to give you what you want if you give me something in return.”

You are silent, observing his dark attire and the way his dark hair lays on his milky skin. His face is complemented by his arched brows and feline eyes you can’t stop staring at.

“So you’re like a genie?” You utter stupidly.

“I don’t grant wishes, love. This is really more of a transaction.” The man shakes his head.

You catch his wandering eyes that flicker down to your cleavage and midriff as he fails to remain subtle by focusing solely on your face.

“I want to ace my math test-the whole class actually.” Your grip on the curtain loosens and you finally go to sit on the edge of your bed.

Stubborn. Noted. Yoongi thinks to himself, saying nothing while looking at you.

“I’ve been studying but I didn’t get what I wanted on the last test.”

Your face is coated with worry and it radiates off of you along with the light energy he senses coming off of you. You are desperate as you explain your conflict to him as your eyes become sullen and the guard you once held up is long gone. Yoongi feels sympathy for you-more than he’s ever felt in any of the centuries he lived through. You were a hard worker and hard on yourself because you needed more than anything for things to work out. You couldn’t afford for it not to.

“So what is it that I have to give you?”

Yoongi smirks at you, causing you to cringe back at him.

“Well since you’re sitting…” He drags on deciding to have a little fun with you before giving away the answer and he can tell it works since you practically reek of anticipation.

“If you know anything about the spiritual realm you know demons-not the scary ugly ones in the movies. We feed off of different forms of energy and I receive my energy from sex.” Your eyes go wide and the wheels in your brain begin to turn as you realize what he’s getting at.

“What if I don’t want to?” You cautiously ask.

“Then we don’t do it. I only take what you give me and you have 72 hours to think about it and if you still don’t want to I’ll be out of your pretty hair.” He stalks over to you, booping your nose at the end of his speech with the tip of his index.

The new knowledge makes you nervous but you’re glad you have some time to think about it.

“Oh my God.”

“Ew, don’t say that around me. Get some sleep and stop thinkin’ so damn much you’re making me nervous.”

He walks over to the space by your dresser and slides down the wall, resting his head and closing his eyes.

“Demons sleep?”

“You want me to stare at you sleep all night?” He deadpans to which you shake your head at.

“Kay then. Goodnight.” He waves you off.

His eyes close once again as you get up and turn off the lights before climbing under your duvet to lay your head on the plushy material of your pillow and sleep instantly overcomes you.

You sit in the library of your school going over a problem when frustration makes you drop your pencil before rubbing your hands against your face.

“Boo.”

You jump, removing your hands from your face to see a Yoongi with black shades in front of you.

“I didn’t scare you did I?” He smirks.

Your eyes roll.

“I’m too tired for you right now.” You wince at the pounding in your head that surfaces at the thought of all the work you have to do later.

“I could say the same.” He quips with a grin.

Yoongi looks over the numbers on your paper along with the eraser residue that’s splayed across the table as dusk begins to show its face outside the double doors of the building.

“You should head home and get some rest.” He suggests sincerely to which you send him a glare.

“I can’t. I still don’t completely understand the lesson and the test is next class.” Your voice nearly breaks at the end of your sentence. Your hands shove themselves in the pocket of your jeans as you pull out a crystal one of your friends gave to you for good luck. The stone clangs on the table as you slide it towards Yoongi’s sight.

“And what’s this?” The man quirks his brow skeptically.

“My friend said it encourages prosperity.” You shrug.

Your mind wanders to how good things would have been if you were a nepotism baby or suddenly discovered you were oblivious to a lump sum of cash one of your ancestors left behind with the knowledge you would fuck your life up with student loans. Yoongi observes you silently, watching you attentively like you were a ticking time bomb and he was waiting for you to read zero and finally wreak havoc.

“Stop that.” You snap.

“Stop what?” The man props his black shades atop his head to keep the dark tendrils out of his eyes.

“Staring at me like I’m a lost puppy or something.”

Yoongi laughs deeply.

“Darling, you’re not far from it, I mean you’re bursting at the seams.”

He was right, you had never felt this anxious in your life and now you felt like you had a knife to your throat with no way to escape.

“Way to make me feel better.” You sink in your seat.

The man felt for you but he was not here to make you feel better or strengthen the power of your crystals but no matter how tired and broody, he would never tell you that to your face.

“You need to pack up and head home. Pouting at me isn’t gonna help your grade.”

Yoongi’s hands grab all your things and place them in your backpack before he puts it on like it belongs to him before going to stand near you with his hand out.

“C’mon.”

You slap his hand away and get up from the chair.

“I can hold my own backpack.”

“But you can’t do math.” He smiles widely as a sneer spreads across your face. Your nostrils flare but you walk past him out of the doors of the library. Strolling towards your dorm for five minutes in silence is all you gift Yoongi with; tapping at your screen to text your friend for help on the homework you attempted to finish in the library. When you walk into your dorm after Yoongi you go to walk past him into your room when his arm brings your steps to a halt.

“I gotta go do homework!” You whine as Yoongi drags you towards the pantry.

“Your stomach’s growling, gotta eat before you finish anything else.” He grabs a packet of noodles from your pantry.

“Sit down.”

He pushes you gently towards a chair before making his way to the stove.

“You know how to cook?” You inquire with your head tilted.

Yoongi rips the packet open as he picks out a pot to boil water in, simpering discreetly at the amount of questions you have on demons and how they live with the knowledge to do any simple task like prepare a meal.

“Yes, I do. Plus it’s just ramen.”

The water simmers as Yoongi’s fingers drop the noodles into the water to let it boil before turning to face a bewildered you.

“Every soul once had access to a body sweetheart.” His lip twitches into a soft smile different from any of the cocky ones he’s worn before.

“Oh.” You let out stupidly.

You’re speechless as he stares back at you, body leaned next to the now boiling water.

“Which is why you should take care of yours while you have it.” He says before turning back to the pot to sprinkle the remaining packets into the water; stirring it once before tapping the spoon against the metal, turning the heat down, and putting the spoon down gently.

“So you were human before?” You ask as he sets the bowl in front of you allowing the smoke of the hot food to waft against your skin as you look at him intently awaiting his answer.

“Yeah. We all were.” He answers watching your doe eyes and pillowy cheeks glow in the kitchen’s lightening.

“There’s more of you?- Demons I mean.”

Yoongi rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans on the counter across from you. You’re so intrigued at every word he says and while it was annoying at first; you somehow made it cute.

“Eat.”

Your attention moves from him to the bowl in front of you as you pick up the fork and blow against the steaming noodles before shoving it into your mouth. Becoming immersed in the food you completely forget the man in front of you who watches you closely until you take your last bite.

“I ate.” You state as he laughs at your expressionless face.

“So can you read thoughts too?”

Yoongi furrows his brow at your question.

“If I feel like it. Why?”

“You said last night that I was thinking too much and it made you nervous.”

He recalls the moment he laid upon you standing by your curtained window.

“Oh yeah. I did say that.”

Your eyes look at him intently for an explanation and he wishes he let you go study like you initially wanted but he knew it was far too late for that when you were shifting in your seat apprehensively.

“It’s not something I do all the time, darling. No need to worry about me getting in your head or anything.”

You lean against the countertop, mimicking his stance by placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“I appreciate you not getting in my head.” You smile at him while he chuckles.

“Anytime. Now,” He stretches away from you while your eyes stay on him. You didn’t usually look at him like that and now he was trying his best not to waver under your gaze.

“hit those books right?”

The fact that he took the time to make sure you ate before you entered a homework rampage. It was a small gesture but you were known for making little things a big deal.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

Your mind ran a mile a minute. Maybe this deal with him wouldn’t be so hard to go through with after all. It didn’t take a genius to pick up on his caring nature even though he threw a nonchalant veil over it while still caring for you even while you fussed at him. Were you really considering this?

The clock was ticking past the time you said you would phone your friend for help but you think you should let her rest since her dead week of examinations was coming up too.

You hope at this moment he isn’t utilizing his demon powers to read your thoughts because you’re about to tell the biggest lie ever.

“Don’t mention it sweetheart.”

“I’m not feeling up to it.” You shrug.

His eyes fall on you again at your words.

“Way to flip the switch. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” You hop off the chair and slowly begin to back away from him as his brow quirks up in confusion.

“I’ll go change and we’ll watch a movie.”

His eyes form slits as he radiates suspicions but he agrees nonetheless.

“I’ll wait in the living room then…” He trails off.

Your feet rush over to your room tugging off the clothes on your body to replace it with one of the silk sets you usually wore strictly for bed to act like you were interested in some random movie from one of the streaming services you paid for. Not giving yourself much time to think your way out of this, you rush out of your room into the living area again where Yoongi took it upon himself to get comfortable on the couch while going through the catalog on the screen.

“I think it’ll be funny if we watch a horror movie- I like laughing at how they portray demons.” He snickers before turning his head to glance over at your new attire. The air feels like it’s knocked out of his lungs at the sight of your melanated skin paired with the silk material of your clothing. It’s like every time he takes the time to observe you time slows down and the initial reasoning for his presence is fleeting. He clears his throat before scooting over on the couch to give you a spot to sit to which you accept. The movie rolls on and you become apprehensive. The distance between your bodies disturbs you and you take it upon yourself to scoot closer to him and his focused gaze reverts to you. Offering a sheepish smile, you clear your throat before daring to speak.

“I’m cold. Aren’t you?”

His face is stoic and you fear he’s going to tell you to fuck off and you’ll have to run off to your room and sob the memory away but he puts his arm out, motioning for you to come closer and you do and when you do it’s the most warm and safe feeling you have felt in a while. Your face is an inch away from being nuzzled into his neck, lips an inch away from laying a kiss on his milky skin.

“Yoongi.” You utter so airily you figured you imagined yourself speaking but his head turns and his eyes meet yours. This was never you wanting to watch a movie but it was always that you were too shy to tell Yoongi that you thought it over and you were willing to seal the deal. Willing to pawn your body over to him and crawl over to him on your hands and knees. The power he had over you was tantalizing and it was getting harder to be subtle.

“Can you use it now?”

His head turns towards you for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s hard to read his expression as he looks back at you but you are shameless in the midst of your desire.

“You know I’ll do anything you want. Just say the word.” His breath fans your lips as he speaks and you fight to not interrupt him mid sentence. You are panting heavily when you finally find the strength to say it.

“Kiss me.”

His lips are on yours as soon as you utter the last syllable and he pulls you on top of him with his hands adorning your waist. Your hands find refuge on his chest while he’s quick to slide his hands down to your ass.

“Please.” You whimper against his mouth and he uses this as a cue to grind his bulge on your clothed center.

“Need you to say it.” Yoongi groans in your ear as you moan when a particular movement of his hips provides just the kind of friction you craved.

“Don’t piss me off.” You whine, moving your hips to meet his movements. He chuckles at your tone and reaches for your hair gently caressing it before he tugs harshly making you pathetically yelp at the stinging in your scalp and before you know it your cheek is squished against the couch. You feel Yoongi’s hand groping the flesh of your ass before he rips off your silly excuse for pants.

“Me? Piss you off? That’s your job darling.” His hands are swift, moving your panties to the side and running his finger against your heat as you mewl in response. Arching your back so he’ll take the hint and get you off already but you should have known it wouldn’t be that easy with the demon.

“Please. Touch me.” You pant out in desperation when he delivers a harsh spank to your asscheek to which you moan in pleasure and his finger rubs your clit slowly before his finger enters you.

“Ahh fuck.” You whine as his long finger fucks in and out of you deliciously and you struggle to keep your eyes open from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. Meanwhile, it is taking everything in Yoongi to prepare you for him as he’s already ready to split you open with the problem growing in his pants. He observes the way your eyes flutter shut in pleasure as he fingers you languidly when he brings his thumb to your clit and your whimpers intensify. God, you are so fucking pretty. Retracting his touch when he sees your thighs begin to shake he denies you the end he knows you crave to strip himself of his suddenly tight pants. The cool air of your apartment meets your wet folds as the warmth of Yoongi’s hands are missing on your skin as you crane your neck to watch his length stand proudly. Your stomach flips in anticipation and impatience as you watch him climb onto the couch again and begin touching you. His tip grazes against your clit and you want to scream at his teasing antics.

“Yoongi, please I can’t wait anymore.” It’s not long before he pushes into you as you groan out in pleasure and his hands grips your hips roughly before he bottoms out completely getting you accustomed to his size for a moment just before his thrusts become languid. Your vision gets a little cloudy as you whimper against the couch cushion, attempting to quiet your moans by biting your bottom lip. God you missed this, you were constantly on the go with no time to worry about sexual endeavors anymore and you swore it wasn't of any importance but you were proven wrong as Yoongi’s thrusts were sending you over the edge by the millisecond.

“Right there! Please.” You moan out when you feel warmth begin to spread throughout your entire being as you clench around his dick.

“Yeah? Feel good?” He leans down, whispering into your ear. His lips kiss your neck and cheek softly before he pulls you up to let your back meet his chest and his pace quickens. You yelp at the way he’s repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside of you as you feel tears stream down your face before you can control it. The embarrassment has no time to register when he’s making you feel this good.

“Is my little slut crying?” You can hear the smirk in his tone and that makes your walls flutter around him and he realizes how much you like the name calling. In all his centuries of doing this he never got this much pleasure from fucking someone but something about the way you succumbed to his every ministration made him want to never stop.

“mm -so fucking good.” You breathe out heavily, resting your head back on his shoulder as his relentless pace continues. His hands tug at your breasts and that sends you over the edge as your sounds increase in volume.

“There it is. Cum for me, pretty.”

He fucks you through your high and rubs your clit with the hand that isn’t occupied groping your tit. Your body goes limp against him as you sigh and his thrusts come to a halt before you open your eyes to meet his pitch black ones. He’s barely broken a sweat from his previous actions and you conclude it’s because of the whole demon ordeal he’s got going for him. His lips meet yours hungrily taking you aback and you moan against his mouth before he pulls away and flips you onto your back swiftly. His eyes scan the sight of your bare body before he leans over top of you, pecking your lips before kissing down the valley of your breasts. Both of his hands grab your tits, fiddling with your nipples and you gasp at the sensation. His lips close around your nipples and he lets his teeth graze your skin as your back arches into his touch.

“You are the prettiest thing I have seen in centuries darling.” Yoongi says, moving back up to look into your eyes. When his words meet your ears you want to be flattered but you're the nth human he’s probably said that to. In the midst of your silence he moves down to your thighs, making you shudder instinctively. Yoongi licks a stripe through your now sensitive folds due to his incessant plowing just moments ago. The reason he’s doing this strays far from your mind as he eats you out like a mad man and you can’t complain with the flame it ignites in your stomach as your hand moves to card through his long tendrils and your head falls back in pure ecstasy. Intoxicated moans and filthy words escaping your lips along with pleads for him to keep making you feel good.

“Yoong- fuck!” You shudder through another high before looking down at his smug expression, your essence coating his lips.

“There goes number 2.” He chuckles breathily. His digit grazes your entrance, fingering you momentarily, basically mocking you.

“Can’t stand you.” you mewl out.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he lifts you from the couch and brings you over to the chair you previously ate your dinner on. “It’s a good thing I can carry you then, yeah?” He smiles and you fight the blush that arises on your face. Maintaining eye contact, he aligns himself and enters you once again as you whine in response to the abrupt fullness.

“Mm I know baby. You can take it though.” His arms find their home around you and he starts his rough pace, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room along with your incessant yelps. Your hands find purchase in his meaty arms as you try to ground yourself somehow. Yoongi bites his bottom lip firmly while he looks down at your surrendered form.

“M’ gonna cum- shit.” He groans out before you teeth at his neck desperately.

“Cum inside of me please.” You plead, becoming unusually groggy.

Who cares if you’d have to maybe throw the chair away from the cum stains on it? You would worry about it later.

The sound of buzzing wakes you up as you watch the time on your phone that reads eight am. You have your test in an hour. You scramble and run to the bathroom to get ready blindly and hastily. Your walk to the testing center is about ten minutes so you should be there in time to get everything turned in.

Your eyes look around your room, subtly looking for Yoongi. Shrugging off the thought you pull on your shoes and run out of the door with your bag in hand.

You greet your math professor with a smile as you take your seat and pick up your pencil to complete your test. You don’t second guess yourself on any of the answers, ready to turn it in after looking over your work once. Gathering your things you hand in the test in and exit the classroom.

“That was fast.”

You stumble at the voice when you turn your head to find Yoongi grinning at you. The hair on your skin stands up straight at the sight of him.

“I thought you left.” You exhale as he approaches you.

“I figured I would stick around for the big test.” He winks before you feel your phone buzz in your hand looking at the notification on the screen. Sounds of footsteps coming towards you make your turn towards your professor that walks out of the classroom.

“Good work! I will be seeing you in calculus next semester.”

Smiling widely, you give the professor a curt nod and walk towards your dorm in content.

#bts fanfic #yoongi au #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts hard hours #smut

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daddyhausen · 6 months

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — taking a wrong turn, you end up alone with alex in dark order’s lair

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18+ [ minors do not interact ] gags, bondage, restraint, groping, fingering, degradation, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x alex reynolds

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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you stood in the centre of the room completely confused

unsure of how you exactly ended up here after traversing the arena hallways for more than an hour

the room was dark, not decrepit but held an ominous aura to it

barely lit with a few mere candles scattered throughout

the warm yellow hue accompanied by an forbidding purple glow

the room succumbed and bathed in the lighting

you could barely make out shapes before you

of what you could see, a table, circular in shape and an accompanying booth of chairs in the far left

and a bar at the back, various alcoholic drinks lined the rack, most of them barely touch

some still sealed and unopened

“funny seeing you here”

a voice called out to you amongst the mask of purple darkness

a familiar voice it was

alex stepped out amongst the shadows, chest pressed against your back unexpectedly

the both of you engaging if some flirtatious banter an of late

it leading nothing more than a casual wink or a suggestive remark

it so it would have seemed to you

“i uh…i got lost” you remarked matter-of-factly, albeit not too convincingly on his part

feeling alex smirk into your neck, unassigned with your response

“are you sure sweetheart? didn’t come to see me?”

feeling him stiffen against the small of your back

his clothed cock prodding against your ring gear

the fishnet material, apart from his clothing being the only thing separating your skin from his

“w-why would i want to see you?’ you stammered through your words

alex hummed softly against your neck, the feeling reverberating against your skin

“don’t play dumb with me sweetheart, with the way you’ve been teasing me lately.”

he paused, inhaling a breath

“don’t think i didn’t notice your new gear”

he let a hand fall to the small of your back, plucking at the delicate fishnet with his index fingers

he examined your gear, the halter top, low cut, your cleavage ever so revealing

the shorts you donned were practically a pair of panties, the way your ass just peaks out from beneath the vinyl-like material

not to mention the colours, purple and black

dark order’s colours

his colours.

“ i see the way you look at me. the lust in your eyes. how you clench your thighs together whenever i walk by”

he wasn’t wrong in that sense

he did elicit such a vulgar reaction out of you

even now you couldn't help but subtly grind back against his bulge

he took notice, smirking slyly to himself

“i take that as a yes?” he quipped, eyes flaring with a dark gaze

your breath escaped your lungs in shaky whisps

nodding your head absentmindedly, as if his words were controlling your movements

his fingers left the small of your back, much to your dismay, frustrated at the lack of contact, as minimal as it was

alex’s hand retreated into his pocket, prying out a thick strand of twine rope

why it was in his pocket in the first place was unbeknownst to you exactly

yet it left your stomach in a whirl of curiosity

“open” he commanded with a sort of abruptness you were used to hearing from him

his words always spoken with a hint of malice underneath

yet you obeyed, mouth prying open far enough for him to slot the rope between your teeth

the twine long enough for him to effectively tie a double knot, securing it

spit began to pool around the rope, in small foamy bubbles, dripping down the sides of your mouth

leaving a glossy imprint in your skin as it flowed down your neck

he bent you over the table, the varhished oak cold against your skin

your ass propped up in the air

“better keep quite for me, sweet thing, don’t want the others to hear you whoring yourself out for me”

alex was an impatient man, as quick as ever with his movements,

his calloused fingertips made contact with your hips once more

smoothing across the covered flesh before hooking into the waistband of your shorts

sliding your gear down with ease

taking a moment to marvel at the black lacy thong that was hidden underneath

“damn…i knew you were easy but this…” he hooked a finger ingto the elastic of the thong

prying it back until it snapped against your skin with a loud twang

a stinging sensation rang through your body as you made a choked hiss around the rope

“you’re practically asking for it, princess”

alex made no effort to ease you in, you were already soaking

your thighs trembled with anticipation, a warmth spread between them like wild fire as you awaited his cock

he freed himself, the only warning he offered you was the almost faint zip of his dress pants and maybe a subtle drag of his cock against your dripping folds just to tease you

his cock made a home inside your cunt, buried deep inside your tight, warm void

“fuck…” he growled, the word leaving his lips in a soft gutteral drawl

his hips moving in rapid succession, giving you no time to adjust to the sheer size of him

all you could do was grunt and hiss with pleasure.

you surely could not protest without choking on your tongue that was for sure

your reveled in it, the pure pleasure he was giving you

your ass bucking back against the sheer mass that was his cock

feeling him stretch your walls as your dripped and throbebd around him

“thats it, good girl. take it all”

your mind was in a daze, overstimulated by the force of his weight pressing down into you

feeling him draw pleasure from between your thighs

inching your closer and closer to orgasm

the words you spoke muffled against the twine

spit gathering in a puddle between the valley of your breasts

pressure building in your belly

orgasm soon rising, spilling around his cock without warning

“now, that’s no fun is it? cumming without my permission?”

he pulled out of you, your body shuddering and twitching with release

void clenching around nothing but air, hoping for him to fill you again

“sweetheart, you’ve got a lot to learn”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#alex reynolds #alex reynolds x reader #alex reynolds smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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nervousladytraveler · 3 months

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Fic title ask:

By a Candle’s Light

A Friendly Observation

Thank you! 😘

@dreamstone28737 Thanks so much! Let's see...

“By a Candle’s Light” In this one, Demelza’s mind wanders as she waits alone for Ross’s return from yet another risky encounter with Trencrom.

Snippet: He had told her to pull the curtains, to turn a blind eye, but she would do no such thing. Someone had to be a beacon in the tempest Ross had brought upon himself. She’d already checked on Jeremy asleep in his cot, his hands curled in fists as he grabbed at unseen things in his dreams.

And just what is he wanting? she’d wondered. Despite their current circumstances, whatever the little boy desired now, he usually got. Something sweet, a tug at Garrick’s fur, a cuddle from his mama. And from his papa. It wouldn't be long before his wants would be more complicated--and unmet.

The candle she’d lit some time ago hissed and reminded her how quiet the house could be at night without Ross’s heavy feet. She thought to get up and attend to the greasy sputter left on the table but something kept her planted on her bench by the window.

It was the sudden memory of another night, another candle, years before. Up in his bedchamber, Ross had lit a second candle when the first had gone out. At first it had only been her bare skin that was illuminated but when he removed his own shirt and then his trousers, she understood what would happen next.

--AND--

“A Friendly Observation” This one takes place in the weeks after the New Year 1994, when university mates Caroline and Ross meet in a pub to catch up.

Snippet:

“Caroline, are you seriously ignoring my question?” Ross smiled and lit a cigarette. He waited until he had her attention before he exhaled slowly and dramatically. A couple seated nearby looked over with a sneer.

“My goodness, it is the smoking section,” Caroline said loud enough to be heard over the Ace of Bass playing on the pub’s stereo. She emphatically pushed the ashtray towards Ross, nearly upsetting his empty pint glass.

But then trying to be subtle, she waved away the waft of smoke that had drifted towards her. She had told Ross time and again that she didn't truly mind his bad habit, she just didn't care for the way it made her hair smell afterwards.

“I spend a lot of money on my signature scent so I shouldn't like all that Chanel to go to waste,” she’d said as though she’d truly ever economised on anything in her life.

She took another drink from her wine glass and absently straightened the newspaper on the table between them.

“Do you really think a thrashing in the local and European elections this summer could mean curtains for Mr. Major?” she asked, reading the headline upside down.

“Caroline?” Ross laughed. His was a deep and infectious laugh that would warm a room but this time it was meant to call her on her nonsense. “You never seem quite as interested in world affairs as when you are asked a question about your love life. Just a friendly observation.”

“You did no such thing, Ross,” she tossed her head defiantly. “You asked me about Dwight Enys. And what makes you think your silly mate is part of my love life?”

#poldark fanfic #ross poldark #demelza carne #fic title game #caroline penvenen #ask nervousladytraveler

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ice-candy-pop · 2 years

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Soft Winter [Sus gabriel x reader] Fluff One shots

Prologue:

It was winter and you had no one at home, just you.

It was dark at home exactly this night and you only had candles lit up in your room. Waiting for your angel... ------------------------------------------------------

"Huff..." You shivered when a cold wind hits off your figure even though you didn't turn on the AC, but of course it's winter. You curled up into a ball, pulling a pillow close to you when tears started to well up into your eyes.

"Gabriel... Where are you..? I miss you.." You softly mumble when tears keep going, eyes shut tightly, teeth chattering from cold.

You hid yourself under the blanket therefore the cold wind stopped bothering you, as you kept waiting for him, waiting , waiting till you snapped.

You quickly stand up and go get a hot chocolate with some marshmallow in it, literally ignoring how Gabriel isn't here yet. Let me tell you that you don't like being alone and you always need someone to be by your side, depending if they want to...

As you finish making your hot chocolate and go back to your room, shutting the door behind you quietly without noticing a big shadow hovering your figure. After that you went to look up at him, of course he's back but it took him so long to come back home.

You angrily shoot him off to the side and sit and drink your hot beverage while watching the snowflakes falling off from the icy blue sky.

"I'm sorry dear." He said softly. His dead blue eyes lazily targets you when he suddenly starts approaching you but you harshly glared at him but in seconds, your eyes soften. but then the voices in your head start talking which you didn't mind at all. Don't forget that he can read your mind.

Voice1: You should be grateful that he's back!

Voice2: Grateful?! But it took him so long to come back! We've been waiting for him for about 3 hours!

Voice1: And? Does it even need to be so harsh to him anyway? Have patience please?

Voice2: 🖕

Voice1: 😒 -------------------------------- "Pfft dear I'm sorry for making you wait that long, I promise to make it up for you." Gabriel disturbs and chuckles deeply, looks like you forgot that he can READ your mind but he didn’t mind it, it was his fault. You finished your drink and finally looked at him, a sad look. “I’m sorry gabriel… I didn’t mean to be that mean to you, I just- I just want you to be here with me.” You mumbled quickly in a low voice hoping he did not hear that. Oh poor of you, a small little bunny was left alone and waited for their partner for so long. He comes closer then sits besides you, wrapped his wings on you so you could be warmer than before. He raises up his veiny skinny hands and hugs you from behind and kisses your head. Snuggling his head onto your neck, tilting your head to the right. “Oh dear that’s adorable but you don’t have to apologize and after all It’s my fault. I love you.” He said in an angelic voice [not the whispering voice?] He pulls you closer as you finally turn around and hug him back, breathing heavily in his crook of the neck. Snuggling closer to him like a hungry cat pleading to an owner. He chuckles joyfully and runs his slender fingers on your silk hair… "I love you too..." And then you quickly dazzed off to sleep. He’s so cold but inside him is so warm yet so calming, he’s the one of your light, YOUR ANGEL.

#fanfic #fanfiction #tmc gabriel #Mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue gabriel #characterxyou #characterxreader #you #reader #fluff #romance #sus gabriel #alternate gabriel #angel gabriel #toonbriel #Oneshot #gabriel x reader #sus gabriel x reader

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hey if you’re still taking requests for Flufftober can you do a florence x reader where r has had a stressful day so florence makes her favourite dinner runs her a bath ect and at the end flo gives reader a massage

Stress Relief || Flufftober

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: After a stressful day, a home cooked meal and the loving arms of your girl make things all better.

Fluff | 1.1K | No Warnings |

AC: This reminded me of how much I really need to get a massage lmao! Anyways, enjoy!! X

Flufftober Masterlist

It was simply just one of those days where everything seemed to be moving faster than you could process, work was more demanding than usual and you felt there wasn't enough hours in the day to get deadlines completed. All week you've been doing a couple hours of overtime just to make sure you could leave your job Friday afternoon without any deadlines becoming and overdue issue. Florence, your partner of three years had no problem waiting up for you with a warm bath or shower running ready for you when you walked through the door.

Tonight, was no different as you were greeted with the strong smell of a homemade lasagna and the sound of Florence singing along to her playlist. You couldn't help but smile at the mental image of her dancing around the kitchen like she always does. You kicked your shoes off and threw your keys into the bowl by the door and made your way to the kitchen.

"Hi honey!" Florence smiled when she spun around and saw you, "how was your day?" She asked as she walked up to you and kissed you softly. "Long and stressful, how was yours?" You replied as she handed you a glass of your favorite drink, "thank you" you smiled. "Billie girl and I had some fun; we went for a big walk didn't we!" Florence coo'd at the pup sitting by your feet waiting for any food scraps to drop on the floor, "then we had the idea to make your favourite end the week on a good note" Florence said as she wrapped her arms around your waist, "you've been so stressed this week that I've planned a weekend full of relaxing and mind clearing" she adds.

Instantly you felt yourself melt in her arms, loving the warmth of her hold. "You're the best, I mean that" you smiled softly and kissed her softly, brushing the messy strains of hair behind her ear. "I've got a bath ready for you, it shouldn't be as hot as it was 10 minutes ago, take your drink and enjoy a bubble bath. Dinner will be at least another 45 minutes" Florence gently turned you in the direction of the bathroom and gave you a soft push towards it. "Like it said, you're the best! Thank you, baby" you spoke as you walked towards the bathroom.

The bath was full of bubbles with some rose petals floating on top and some candles lit to set a relaxing setting. You placed your drink on the countertop and smiled to yourself when you saw the book you'd been wanting to get into for months now with a posted note on the cover.

"I thought you'd want this too x"

With that, you undressed and grabbed your book and drink and placed them carefully near the bath as you sunk into the warm water, your body already thanking Florence for the much-needed relaxant salts she'd poured into the water. While reading your book and sipping your drink you could faintly hear Florence still singing along to her playlist making you smile at the background noise, the stressful thoughts of work starting to leave your mind the more you let yourself relax.

You could tell when dinner was ready when you heard Florence grabbing plates from the cupboard. Making a mental note of the page you were up too and your glass now empty, you pulled the plug and wrapped yourself in a towel.

"Darling, you didn't have to get out yet! I was going to wait for it to cool down first before telling you it was ready" Florence wiped her hands on her apron as you placed your empty glass on the countertop, "Baby, the water was beginning to get cold" you replied, "and thank you for adding my book and for doing all of this, I don't deserve you" you add.

"Baby, you deserve the world and more" she kissed your cheek, "I love you and I just want to take care of you like you do for me" she continued.

"I really don't deserve you" you chuckled, "I love you" you kissed her softly.

After dinner you helped Florence clean up even though she insisted you go make yourself comfortable on the sofa and get a movie ready for the two of you to watch before going to bed but you loved doing the little things like this with Florence. Doing dishes together, folding the washing, preparing the dinner table, all of you. They were the tiny things that she didn't know meant more to you than she'd know.

"Baby, let me clean the rest, go lay on the sofa and pick a movie or series. I have one last surprise for you" she smiled taking the drying towel form your hands. "If you insist" you chuckled and walked into the living room. Billie was curled up in her spot on the armchair snoring as if she was the one who'd just completed a tough week at work. "You and me both girl" you spoke to yourself as you got comfortable on the sofa.

"Lay on your stomach, I'm going to give your back a massage! I brought oils and everything" Florence came into the living room with a proud smile holding up the products. You chuckled as you looked at her, "are you sure? I think the bath was perfect" spoke.

"Yep! Now roll over and take your shirt off, this is going to be the best massage of your live" she boosted. A massage sounded like paradise while having to sit in an uncomfortable chair for most of your day, so you took your shirt off and rolled onto your stomach. "It might be a little cold at first" Florence said as she got herself set with the oils and cream on the coffee table.

She poured a generous amount of oil on your back before you felt her hands gently rubbed your back, pushing out any knots she could feel. Her hands were warm which made up for the coldness from the oil and creams she rubbed in circles on your back. Florence worked your lower back, spine, hips, neck and shoulders as you relaxed even more. "God, honey, this really is the best massage. I could get used to this" you smiled with your eyes closed, you swore if she kept going, she could put you to sleep.

"Shhh darling, just relax and let me get rid of these knots you've collected" she spoke softly before you felt her lips on your cheek. After a few more moments Florence smiled softly when she noticed that you'd fallen asleep to her touch, she pulled a throw blanket over you and kissed your cheek once more.

"Come on Billie girl, let's go leave ma to rest" she whispered and pattered her lap softly for Billie to follow her upstairs while she took a shower.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction #flufftober

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victoria-daydreams · 2 years

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Two: Heart’s Desire

AN: Whew, how we feeling after that episode, my god! Can’t believe the way this story has blown up like it has, it warms the heart honestly. If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Also, very random but this playing Hunter’s Dream fits oddly well with this chapter.

Trigger Warning: age gap, mentions of forced marriage

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @riviaborns @dogmatic255 @newandykes

Summary: In the quiet sept of the Red Keep, impassioned prayers are heard and confessions made.

Chapter Three: Torn & Lost

113 AC, Westeros

Hundreds of candles were lit before Jesmyn, the golden hue reflecting in her irises. They cast the only source of light in the otherwise dark chamber. With her head bowed and hands firmly clasped together, she quietly prayed to the Seven, but specifically the Crone. Tears trailed down Jesmyn’s cheeks as her whispered words became more indecipherable and fervent with each breath. Her prayer beads clacked against each other as her grasp tightened around them.

“Oh, wise lady, please hear my prayer. Guide me, for I am lost and cannot navigate myself back into your light,” Jesmyn whispered, her eyes firmly shut. The prayer tinged with desperation. “Oh Great Crone, send me your blessed wisdom—” her voice cracked, forcing her to take a shuddering breath. “For as of late, I can do nothing right,” she said, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears dropped onto the stone floor.

It wasn't long before soft whimpers morphed into open sobs. A heart rending cry echoed across the empty Sept. She was sure the Crone would hear the cries of her anguished soul. Suddenly, the doors to the Sept slowly creaked open behind her and the sob which threatened to escape her body lodged itself in her throat. Jesmyn’s eyes opened immediately, her body still trembling. Reaching inside her cloak, she subtly grabbed her handkerchief and began dabbing at her eyes. Vultures lurked in every corner of The Red Keep, it was never wise to show emotions which made you appear vulnerable in court.

Jesmyn listened with anticipation to the footsteps approaching, the heavy tread of boots echoing off the cold, hard floor. She closed her eyes, whispering a quick prayer to herself before reopening them and staring into the dark sockets of the dragon skull hanging from the ceiling. Abruptly, the steps came to a stop behind her, making the muscles in Jesmyn’s body tense. Silence. It swallowed the whole room in its eeriness. Finally, the individual moved forward, coming to kneel beside her at the dais, their knees resting on the stone as well.

“Lady Jesmyn,” a familiar voice quietly greeted.

The owner of it was of many people which was the source of her current misery. Three weeks in a row which he jilted her in the gardens, not bothering to at least give an explanation for his actions. It made her feel like a complete fool, waiting there like an abandoned puppy. Just as she rose to her feet to curtsy, he raised his hand stopping her.

“There is no need,” Lord Hightower said, and she slowly sank back onto the floor.

Jesmyn returned her stare to the large skull, spine stiff and her posture straight. From the corner of her eye, she watched him light a fresh candle before bowing his head to pray. Though she tried to focus her gaze elsewhere, her eyes kept coming back to him. Exhaling deeply, Jesmyn laced her fingers back together and leaned her forehead against her hands.

“Why do you weep, my lady?”

Jesmyn’s head jerked back up, turning to look at Lord Hightower and opened her mouth ready to deny the action. However, she knew to do so would be of no use. Her eyes red and puffy, a telltale sign she had been.

“For many reasons,” Jesmyn finally spoke, her voice hoarse. “I believe I’ve been cursed, Lord Hightower,” she stated. “Both my family and my friends are unhappy with me,” she remarked, with a sigh.

“Everyone has difficult times with friends and family,”

“Does everyone have the Queen and the Princess upset with them simultaneously, for similar reasons?” Jesmyn retorted, bitterly chuckling.

He paused, “I can’t say everyone has, Lady Jesmyn,” he admitted. “Quite the feat, my lady,” he added, with a teasing lilt making a quiet, yet sad laugh leave Jesmyn.

“Princess Rhaenyra refuses to speak to me,” she began, feeling her nose burn with unshed tears. “The Queen…it’s as if she can’t bear the sight of me,” she said, feeling the tear roll down her cheek.

“May I ask what is the cause of the quarrel?” Lord Hightower questioned.

Even through her sadness, the hot flame of embarrassment warmed her cheeks. Averting her gaze from his, she faced straight forward. Her eyes filled with minor panic.

“I…I cannot say. I can't..." Jesmyn faltered, focusing on the skull hanging above. Then she shook her head. “It’s much too humiliating,” she added quickly, dabbing her handkerchief across her cheek. “All I can say is, no matter what happens, both will be displeased with me,” she stated.

“And what of your family?” Lord Hightower prompted.

Jesmyn’s expression turned solemn, her eyes almost darkening in the dim light. She pursed her lips into a thin, serious line.

“Mother and Father are livid with me,” she answered, her jaw tightening. “They think I’ve done something which has ruined my chances with a well regarded, potential suitor,” she explained. “But I haven’t, I would never—” Jesmyn’s voice gave way to the tightness in her throat, silencing herself.

It felt as though the weight around her neck, the burden and the responsibility she bear to secure a wealthy match had increased with each passing day. The weight of the world might as well have placed upon her back.

“This suitor, who is he?”

Jesmyn could see the inner turmoil churning in his head as their eyes locked and even the faintest hint of jealousy if she squinted.

“Oh, he’s wonderful, my lord. He has treated me with such kindness. The man is a gentleman in every sense of the word,” Jesmyn described.

“Do you care for him?” Lord Hightower questioned, his voice was quiet, slightly uncertain.

“Most deeply,” she replied honestly, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. “However, I believe my parents are right. I must have done something to offend him,” she considered. “Though, I am at a loss of what it was, I’ve been nothing but respectful towards him,” she commented.

“Perhaps, a simple misunderstanding has occurred,” he suggested.

“That cannot be,” Jesmyn disagreed, shaking her head. “He and I, spoke to each other in the clearest terms possible, always,” she argued softly. “I have missed his presence these past two weeks. We had such a grand time in each other’s company,” she hinted. “At least, I did,” she emphasized gently.

Jesmyn swallowed, taking a deep breath, and then allowed her eyes to drift up to meet Lord Hightower. His eyes was already searching for hers. The two surveyed each other and Lord Hightower’s face shifted, both of his dark eyebrows raising as the realization slowly dawned on him.

“I’ve been cruelly called his ‘passing fancy’, by some ladies of the court,” Jesmyn mentioned, a frown on her face.

“Looks like the little hare thought she sprouted wings and flew a little too close to the sun,”

“Ignore their lies, and know you are not,” Lord Hightower said firmly. “My duties have kept me busy these past weeks, but that is no excuse for what I’ve done. I’ve neglected you, without so much of a word,” he went on. “I am sorry for how I treated you, Lady Jesmyn,” he apologized. “And how I made an unwitting target out of you for mockery,”

“Thank you, Lord Hightower. It brings me great pleasure to hear those words from you,”

“As for your mother and father, their anger is misguided for you’ve done nothing wrong,”

“That will take some convincing, my lord,” Jesmyn quipped, and Lord Hightower chuckled. “Unfortunately, my father is a proactive man, he has already found another potential suitor,” she confessed, watching the humor fade from his face. “I detest him,”

She looked away and glanced about the room, taking in the flickering candles. Jesmyn wondered if the Crone heard her prayers, it would be hard to overlook the staggering number of earnest pleas she had passionately, uttered in the last hour.

“Do you want to know what I pray for, Lord Hightower?” she asked, her voice not above a whisper.

“Lady Jesmyn, you need’t—”

“I pray that my father doesn’t wed me off to that Lord,” she continued. “For if I were to marry him, I will surely meet a bloody end, one of excruciating pain,” she prophesied.

“Marriage to this young lord doesn’t mean a death sentence,” Lord Hightower offered. “It’s not ideal, but you may grow to love to him,” he pointed out, sending her a reassuring smile, she could tell it was forced.

“He will never love me!” Jesmyn insisted, turning to him. “He doesn’t care about my talents, my interests, my likes, my dislikes,” she argued, her chest heaving. “He only cares how many heirs I can produce for him!” she spat.

A pricking sensation formed at the back of her irises and she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears, born of anger, fear, and frustration freely slipped down her cheeks.

“I am afraid, Lord Hightower,” she confessed. “If I were to bear his child, and the labor is difficult, I do not trust him with my life,” she continued shakily. “Gods help me, but I know he would be willing to sacrifice me if it meant getting a son in exchange,” she stated, with a quiet sob.

Jesmyn dropped her face into her hand, her shoulders shaking as she cried. Her breath came only in short gasps while her ears started to ring. She felt like the air was being slowly sucked from the Sept, suffocating her in the process. Faintly, Jesmyn thought she heard someone calling her name, but the sound was muffled. It wasn’t until two hands encircled themselves around her arms which jolted her into alertness. Jesmyn’s eyes connected with Lord Hightower’s.

“My lady, I beg of you, please don’t shed another tear. It pains me to see you in such distress,” Lord Hightower pleaded.

“Why shouldn’t I?” she questioned, a runaway tear making its way down her face. “My fate has been sealed,” she added in defeat.

“Only if you let it be,” he advised. “Lady Jesmyn, listen to me. I refuse to leave you to your despair, not when I know the ‘well regarded suitor’ you speak of has not forsaken you. Not now, not ever! This, I promise you,” Lord Hightower vowed, and for the first time in Jesmyn’s life, she had never felt safer staring into another’s eyes who wasn’t her family.

Lifting his hand up, he carefully brushed stray strands of hair from her face. The gesture sending her heart into palpitations, she swore she stopped breathing. Lord Hightower’s hand remained against her cheek, slowly letting his thumb gently trail down the side of her face. Warmth bloomed from where his finger met Jesmyn’s skin, and for a brief moment, her mind was completely blank.

The only thing holding her attention were the smoldering blue eyes across from her, which grew darker and darker the longer they held each other’s stare. The intensity of Lord Hightower’s gaze, the undisguised longing it held, made shivers run down her spine. With her eyes still trained on him, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, working their way up his tunic. One hand came to hovering over The Hand Pin, before her finger lightly ran along the small, golden fist. Jesmyn dragged her eyes from the pin, flickering to his mouth and then to his eyes.

Hesitantly, Lord Hightower lowered his face towards her, the tip of his nose bumping against Jesmyn’s. The action made her eyelids droop and in bold fashion, she pressed her forehead against his own. Breath’s lingering over each other’s lips. Tilting her face upwards, she closed the space separating them, lips brushing. Just as she was about to press her mouth on his, he jerked away from her. Their lips only a hair's breadth away. Lord Hightower’s jagged breathing flooded her ears and fanned warmly against her cheeks. Jesmyn moved closer going to kiss him, but he retreated back once more.

“No,” he said softly.

She flinched at the rejection, feeling like the wind was just knocked out of her. A knot grew in Jesmyn’s chest, pulling at the very strings of her already aching heart. As if the coldness of the pin burned her, she snatched her hand away from it, but Lord Hightower’s hand quickly grasped hers.

“Know that nothing would make me happier to claim your lips with my own,” Lord Hightower began. His voice soft and carefully pronouncing each word.

Leaning down again, he stopped inches from her lips almost as if he was restraining himself from continuing. Hesitant to make a wrong move, Jesmyn lifted her free hand up to his face, allowing the bristles of his beard to tickle her fingertips.

“But your honor won’t allow it,” Jesmyn finished.

“I want to do right by you,” Lord Hightower explained.

Jesmyn nodded her head, “And so you shall,” she affirmed, warmly smiling at him.

Lord Hightower softly chuckled, squeezing her hand and bringing her knuckles to his lips. Jesmyn felt heart swell, while her stomach dropped and fluttered with excitement all at once. The two of them rose to their feet, Lord Hightower staring at her with such affection, it was almost bashful.

“I realize, I have no right to ask this of you Lady Jesmyn,” he began, with a small smile. “But, would you honor me with a walk around the gardens?” he asked, offering his left arm to her.

Jesmyn beamed in return and gingerly placed her hand on his arm, hooking her fingers in the crook of his elbow.

“Nothing would make me quite happier, Lord Hightower,”

Chapter Four: So This Is Love

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Still bored, so here are some random BC fanfic ideas I've been playing with for a while but will never write due to a variety of reasons (so they are free to use!) ✨

1) Joel/Joonas with Joel being ace/aro and oblivious to Joonas being hopelessly in love with him (or maybe he does know but he just pretends he doesn't because he has no idea what to do about it). Bonus points if Joonas gets together / fools around with Niko and it works as a distraction quite nicely, until it doesn't (cue Niko being a good friend and calling it quits himself when he understands the true state of affairs and encouraging Joonas to do something or the very least tell Joel about his feelings, even if nothing would ever come out of it, because Joel deserves to know and, most of all, Joonas deserves to move on 😔)

2) A massage therapist AU in which Joonas is a masseur and Tommi his client. Tommi gets an awkward surprise boner during a massage and Joonas is bold enough to mention that they do also offer, ummm, erotic massages as well, in case Tommi is interested 😏 It takes Tommi a few more visits (and awkward boners (because maybe he's also developing a crush on his nice-looking masseur)) until Tommi finally books a prostate massage, and oh my oh my! 💦 his whole world turns upside down as he comes untouched by Joonas' skilful hands 😳 He's hooked from the very first prostate orgasm of his life and becomes a regular, with 2-3 weekly sessions booked, and he gets excited about them in the morning already (maybe a little too excited, if you get the gist 😌), and maybe eventually he manages to ask Joonas out 💕 (also inluded in this AU: Olli/Allu as Joonas' co-workers who are also boyfriends/husbands and use each other's massage rooms for their personal "sessions" at the end of the workday, yes very unprofessional I know 🥰)

3) Some sort of historical AU, with Olli as some kinda royalty or a nobleman or just a rich person in general, the rebel of his family however, having a secret fling with Aleksi the merchant's son. Cue lots and lots of flirting at the marketplace and passionate sex / rough fucking wherever and whenever, but tragically, Olli in this AU is also a bit of a fuckboy and manages to piss off Aleksi and/or make him jealous by acting unnecessarily touchy-feely with someone at the tavern. Aleksi gives him the silent treatment (picture him just silently working at his market stall ignoring Olli's flirting and his pleas). Heartbroken by this, Olli gets a little too drunk at the tavern and ends up in some kind of trouble from which Aleksi saves him (all the while sighing at his idiot boyfriend 🙄). The next morning in Aleksi's modest bedroom/house, Aleksi tries his best to maintain the cold shoulder attitude (because he is still kinda mad at Olli), but he fails horribly when Olli catches him staring and starts teasing him about it like the smug bastard he is 🥰 Also, an extremely important visual from this AU is Olli in a white, loose shirt whenever possible 🥵

4) A while back I was also thinking about another historical AU (because I looooooove historical AUs and period dramas 💖) about Niko being some kinda clergyman, a cantor perhaps, and Joonas a homeless person Niko made acquaintance with in the breadline, but sadly I can't remember too many details about this one 🤔 I guess Niko just starts doing a little extra to help out Joonas, and it's up for you to decide whether it's "helping him out" as in offering him food and maybe a roof above his head (secretly letting him stay overnight inside the church when the weather's too rough to sleep outdoors), or "helping him out" as in fucking him in the candlelit organ loft after the evening Mass 😌 Isn't the latter such a romantic image though? It's pitch black and stormy outside, the entire church is dark except for the candles they lit up on the organ loft, some old tapestry as their mattress (a holy relic, Niko later learns as he overhears the vicar and the sexton wonder about the strange stains on it 🤨), the sounds of their lovemaking echoing in the church... 🥺

5) I can't remember the pairing for this next one 🤔 Joonas was the other but I can't remember who the other was, so I'll leave it up for you to decide or suggest who'd be the best match for Joonas in this! Anyhow, an AU in which Joonas and Person B are neighbours, acquaintances and maybe crushing on each other a little, but not properly friends or anything like that. Mostly when they talk to each other it's because of Joonas' cute fluffy dog which Person B loves petting (and while he's at it he may as well exchange a word or two with the fluffy-haired owner 🥰). Person B is a little lonely and these interactions mean the world to him, but he's too shy/intoverted to actually ask Joonas to hang out other than in the hallway or front yard of their apartment building. One day, Person B sees Joonas going in his apartment without the dog, which he finds unusual, and through the paper-thin walls he hears Joonas sob his heart out. Worried, Person B goes knocking on Joonas' door to see if he's alright, and he finds a heartbroken Joonas telling him the dog had fallen suddenly ill and had to be put down that morning 😭 Person B steps in to comfort Joonas through the night, and so their budding friendship begins to bloom and maybe eventually turn into something more 💕 (now that I typed this it sounds all a little familiar but I can't put my finger on it if I've actually read this in a fic before 🤔 so I'm sorry if I copied someone's idea, it was not my intention!)

6) Okay this one I could write but won't because 1) I already wrote something similar, and 2) I don't want to portray Olli and Aleksi as some kinda horny and selfish cheaters, and if you don't want to even imagine that kind of things about them I suggest you stop reading now, and anyway PLEASE remember this is only fic talk, but ggghhghggghgaaaaahhhhggg I just can't stop imagining them hanging out in Aleksi's studio (late at night) and eventually one thing leads to another (wine may or may not be involved) and they end up kissing while Aleksi's spouse is upstairs 😭 maybe they even get interrupted by the spouse calling for them from outside the door or something and they'd sort of snap out of it and realise what they've done. Now there are a couple of the different scenarios for what could happen next (the 'evil' in this is the author):

neutral good: they realise they're in love with each other and peacefully break up with their spouses and live happily ever after 💞

chaotic good: they realise they're in love with each other and peacefully break up with their spouses who also somehow fall in love with each other (peer support turns into something more? 😌) and they ALL live happily ever after 🥰

chaotic neutral: they freak out and Olli immediately goes home (he lives nearby) and it's awkward for a while between them but eventually things go back to normal. They never speak about the kiss and pine for each other until the end of their days, never knowing if the other actually feels the same 💔

lawful evil: they freak out and Olli immdediately goes home and it's awkward for a while between them until it happens again and again and a couple of times more until they realise it's wrong and they should stop and then they pine for each other until the end of their days, fully aware the feeling is mutual 😭

neutral evil: they start fooling around behind their spouses' backs until they get caught by Aleksi's spouse (who, tbf, had began suspecting something by then; the amount of time they spent at the studio was getting a little to o suspicious). To make it extra evil, maybe the spouse doesn't even walk in on them but sees them through the window of Aleksi's studio and doesn't even do anything about it at first, deciding to give Aleksi multiple chances to spill it himself (as if that would change anything now the damage has already been done) 🫣

chaotic evil: Olli is staying at Aleksi's that night (he lives in Oulu) and they are forced to act normal while having dinner upstairs with Aleksi's spouse 💀

...thanks for reading 😇

#blind channel rpf #fic ideas for sale by theflyingfeeling #just don't ask me how i came up with some of these 🙈#lots of joonas in these for some reason! i do miss writing him 💝#the last one is pure evil and i'm sorry 💀

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