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norrisleclercf1 · 6 days

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Hiii first of all i love you work like ALL OF YOUR WORK!! 🤍 second is can you maybe do a Mafia Lando request? i was thinking like lando & reader got into a huge fight and lando snapped at her and left but came back home with so many bruises like he went on a fight and doesn’t want reader to know cause he hates seeing her cry but she still found out and helped him clean his wounds and eventually they talked it out forgave each other.

Im sorry if its too much, its been sitting on my mind for a while and i was just too shy to ask 😭 if you do it, thank youuu ily!! if not then its ok!! hahaha 🫶🏻

A/N: Mafia Lando? Good excuse to use the cutting his nose thing now hehehehehehe

"You're home late," Lando jumps about 10 feet in the air, hearing your voice come out of the darkness of the living room. "Jesus, the fuck you doing sitting in the dark, baby." Lando turns on the light and freezes seeing your dressed up.

"Why you dressed up, have a hot date?" Lando jokes, sliding off his jacket, exposing the two guns strapped to his chest. "Yeah, was supposed to have an anniversary dinner, but my date never answered his phone," You snap, standing up as Lando's eyes grow wide. "Oh fuck, baby," He reaches out of for you, but you slap his hand away.

"No, don't baby me." You snarl turning to face your boyfriend who seemed slightly annoyed. "Y/n," Lando's voice turns just a little bit deeper, his eyes hardening on you. "Don't, don't you dare get upset with me Lando Norris, you forgot our anniversary, and you don't even seem to care, do you even love me? Because for a small second I thought maybe you're dead, or arrested or who the fuck knows!" You yell, wanting to throw something at his head, you're so angry.

Lando scuffs and rolls his eyes, "I forgot a dinner, Y/n, it's okay, I'll make it up to you," Lando rolls his neck, he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to lie in bed and cuddle you close, instead you were being a brat and arguing with him. "Jesus, I'm fucking tired Y/n, I don't want to argue with you, can we just go to bed." Lando snaps, eyes so angry and voice so dark it has you flinch back, Lando freezes seeing your reaction.

"Fuck," Lando curses, and turns around grabbing his jacket and storming out of the house, slamming the door.

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"Shit," Lando sighs, nose busted across, bleeding a good bit, with his hands cut and bruised, a cut on his eyebrow and cheek bruised that it was almost black. "Sir?" Lando stops, seeing one of his people at his door and he knows he looks bad. Actually, he probably was going to make you cry, again.

Lando hated making you cry, it was like a stab wound in him each time he was the cause of those tears, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to cause you to smile, not cry. "Sir, she's still awake, and I don't think she should see you," Lando frowns, not liking that his guards knew you that well, even though he literally had them to know you that well.

"Thank you," Lando grounds out, and slips into the penthouse, sighing at the Monégasque night life, and the way you're staring out the window. Lando slowly steps but freezes when you turn and make eye contact with his bandaged-up face. "Lando," You gasp and rush forward gently cradling his face in your hands. "Let's go to the bathroom," You whisper, and he nods his head as he silently follows you to the bathroom.

Flicking on the light, you whimper seeing the full effect and Lando looks away, not wanting to see you cry. He hated when you cried, it felt like his heart was being ripped to shreds. You slowly undo the bandage and sigh in relief at the small cut but tsk slightly. "It might scar," Lando nods and moves sitting on the toilet as you slowly start to clean him up.

"I didn't mean to forget," He whispers, voice froggy from how dry his throat is. "I know, I shouldn't have yelled," Lando chuckles and pulls you close, ignoring the sting in his hands. "You had the right to yell, it's me that shouldn't have yelled," Lando whispers and you hum softly and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Let's just watch movies, as I nurse you, I just want you home, safe," Lando nods and hisses as you place the ointment on his hands and gently wrap them. "You might be a big bad mafia boss, but to me, you're just my Lando, just be my lando," You whisper, kissing him gently as you rub the bruise. Closing his head he nods, melting into your hug as he remembers, he doesn't have to be the mafia boss, with you, he just needs to be here.

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miniimight · 12 days

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ur dad!sukuna has me on a chokehold and i don't even like that man

lol same, it really came outta nowhere. woke up one day and decided to make him a soft girl dad :(

loosely inspired by this

sukuna had never understood the need to celebrate holidays with family, much less getting together for no reason. and yet, here he was at your grandparents' house in the middle of the school year.

there were a bunch of kids, from toddlers like your daughter to the teenagers of family friends. sukuna made sure you handled all the pleasantries, save the occasional polite nod. he was convinced the only kid worth entertaining was his baby girl, who clung to him as she tried to adjust to the new environment.

she was quieter than usual, and he observed her as she pulled at her lip, turning her head into his neck when unknown relatives crowded you to congratulate you on your little family.

you and sukuna found a corner to hole up in, talking to each other while you sampled all the drinks and food at the party. soon, your daughter grew restless, wanting to go play with other kids.

sukuna watched her with deadly precision as she and the other kids brought out toy cars and dolls, driving them around on the city rug below their feet.

he had crossed his arms, only for you to wiggle your hand into the crease of his elbow seconds later. eyes still on his daughter, he leaned his head down a bit to show he was listening.

"i thought you'd enjoy the free drinks." you said.

he snorted. "i'd enjoy my bed right about now."

you swat his bicep with your free hand before hugging into his side. "at least baby's having fun."

he just hummed in response. "she's gonna want one of those stupid rugs."

you roll your eyes. "you know she'll forget about it by tomorrow morning."

his lips pulled up. she would. and he'd still get it for her.

soon, gifts for the kids were being exchanged. why? just for existing, apparently. you left sukuna's side to capture your daughter's reaction on camera.

your baby glanced at you as she was presented with the gift bag.

"go 'head, baby." you nod, and she ripped the tissue paper to shreds before reaching her whole arm into the bag. she pulled out a tiara, studded with gems and painted gold, along with a fluffy dress.

an immediate chorus of awwws echoed around the room as she held up her loot. she raised the tiara over her head, but didn't manage to get it to sit right.

"help." she chirped, waddling over and holding the tiara to you in her outstretched hand. "mama."

sukuna's heart squeezed at the sight, gaze following you as you retreated to the bathroom to help her change into her costume.

a few minutes later, you emerged, setting her next to your grandparents.

another wave of awws made sukuna's head lift from his phone. always watching, he noticed how his kid's wide eyes darted from unknown face to unfamiliar face. her chin tucked down, her chubby neck doubling up as her bottom lip pushed out into a pout.

he'd know that look from a mile away. he stood a little straighter, frowning.

at that point, your mommy senses tingled, pulling yourself from the conversation you were wrapped up in. "aw, honey, no..." you cooed, stooping to her level and trying to catch her eye.

she whined, pushing off the couch and shrinking under the crowd of people, wringing the hem of her dress as she walked through the crowd.

her eyes were scanning the room, looking up at every adult and getting closer to tears when she saw they weren't the one she was looking for.

eventually she broke into the kitchen area, locking eyes with her father and barreling towards him. sukuna crouched down, his arms spread to catch her.

as soon as she gripped him, he lifted off. "hey, kid. rough night, huh?"

she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arms hugging the expanse of his shoulders. he nodded and rubbed her back. "me too."

she raised her head abruptly and touched her tiara. her eyes so serious, as if she'd base her own feelings about her new stuff on how much her father liked it.

"yes, i see it. very pretty." he placed her onto the kitchen counter, smoothing the crinkled mess of her dress. his tone could be perceived as dry or near-monotonous, but his intention was the complete opposite. "my, my, were you ever going to tell us we were living with a princess?"

a toothy grin spread on her face, and sukuna was blown away yet again by the way he was able to make someone so genuinely happy.

"look." she started twirling around.

sukuna shook his head with a low chuckle. her spin was anything but graceful. he applauded her showcase, his back shielding them both from the noise surrounding them. a little bubble just for them <3

your hand rested on his back, signaling your approach. sukuna lifted his arm, resting it on your waist when you stood at his side.

you frowned as you studied your little girl. "you feeling okay, baby?"

she poked her tongue out.

"i'll take that as a yes." you kissed her cheek. "wanna get outta here?" you ask your husband.

"fuck yes." he grumbled, immediately slinging the baby bag over his shoulder and grabbing your daughter. you three were out the door in the next minute.

your toddler started screaming at the burger king y'all were passing on the way home. you gave sukuna a look, silently warning him not to do anything illegal in order to appease her request. as usual, he soothed you with a squeeze of the hand, pulling a jerky, very illegal u-turn across oncoming traffic into the burger king lot.

you sighed, your daughter giggling happily as the car came to a stop.

after you got your food, she placed the crown she got on her father's head. "princess." she said.

"oh?" you side glanced your husband, his glare unsuccessful in deterring you from snickering. you encourage your daughter, "yes, baby, isn't he the prettiest?"

"no." she looked at her father in disgust. "me."

"oh, my apologies. you are so right."

sukuna scoffed. "where'd you think you got your looks from, silly girl?" he crossed his arms, leaning back in the booth. he made no move to take off the cardboard crown, though.

you gave him a look. "i helped too??"

he grinned deviously and pulled you into his side, squeezing your hips. "don't kid yourself, doll. you didn't even try."

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #sukuna comfort #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen comfort

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 3 months

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Ask and ye shall receive! Double update today because that last part was so short and Vox'less.

He's so melodramatic. Vox and Alastor have their pity party tantrums in common for suuuuure.

More Than Anything Part 2.5 VOX POV [Vox x Reader]

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More Than Anything Part 2.5 VOX POV [Vox x Reader]

To say Vox was furious would be an understatement. Much like you, his emotions ran HIGH. And dear god were they going haywire after he came to.

When Valentino finally came into his room after hearing so much crashing and screaming all the way from the large break room exclusively made for the Vee's, the bedroom was a wreck. Broken screens and miscellaneous things were thrown everywhere. Vox had even tossed a lamp through one of the large wall windows that overlooked the city. Valentino peered curiously down to see a crowd taking pictures of some poor sinner who had been squashed by the offending piece of furniture.

Vox was trembling with anger and heartache as Valentino looked over him with an unreadable expression. A sadistic part of Valentino was actually enjoying Vox's suffering. The moth still wasn't quite over Vox bringing their on-and-off situationship to an official end. Valentino didn't see what the big deal about you was and it annoyed him that Vox was "pursuing something real" as if he wasn't enough. It wasn't his fault Vox was so damn petty!

Valentino still liked to hope that maybe your relationship would end and things could go back to how they were before, but without Vox bitching about Valentino fucking Angel as much. That being said, he also knew he should probably get Vox calm before he caused any more of a scene that could be noticed by the public.

He opened his mouth to say something, only to snap it shut with an unimpressed frown as Vox screamed in rage and tried to flip the bed. He was such a man-child sometimes.

"THAT O̷̡̧̅͆L̷̻̒̇D̸̞̆-̶̲̓Ţ̵̧́̽I̷̝͐̈M̵͉̀̈E̸̩̗̿Y̸̜̪̑͐ NO GOOD SON OF A F̸̄ͅU̵̲͒C̴͓͠Ḵ̷̇I̸̤͉͑̅Ṅ̶͚͊G̸̣̅ ̷͔͋̄B̴͖̍̚Î̵̖T̸͕̆Ċ̴̪Ḧ̷̖́, "He growled. "Why couldn't Alastor just keep his stupid tinny voice s̴̤̿͒h̴̳̔́ͅǔ̷͙̣t̷̩͍́́?̶̰̐!̶̳̟́"

Valentino rolled his eyes, pulling out his lighter and blowing out a plume of smoke. He knew it didn't actually work on Vox, but it helped calm his own nerves. "Oh, come now cabrón. You act like you didn't do this to yourself."

"Oh go choke to double death on a horse cock," Vox spat as his claws ripped into something else. The last thing he needed was Valentino rubbing salt in the wound. Vox knew this was his fault. He knew he'd fucked up and crossed a line. But it was easier to blame Alastor for spilling the secret. It was easier to blame him, rather than look at the cold hard truth that in his attempts to protect you, he may have lost you for good.

He'd called you twenty times and had sent so many texts that the security system he'd installed on your phone flagged him as spam. Needless to say, he hacked into they system and tore the firewalls he'd designed to shreds. The only thing that kept him from rebooting for the fifth time in the past hour was the distant feeling of your soul. He felt where you were and felt that you were safe. But he could also feel your pain. The soul bound by his own could feel the way it tore itself into pieces as you burned through the angst that he'd caused.

"Don't get snippy with me," Valentino scoffed. He crossed the room and used his pipe to lift Vox's face. Vox smacked the damn thing away from him with a snarl, and Valentino simply blew a puff of smoke against his screen. "It's not my fault that your little cunt of a plaything is so sensitive. You're the one who asked for this, baby."

Vox flinched hard as Valentino's hands trailed down his chest. His heart rate picked up for another reason as the pink haze swirled between them. Sometimes the way Valentino manipulated him every which way so easily made Vox wonder if he truly was immune to the aphrodisiac of Valentino's spells.

"Isn't it about time you forget that little bitch and come crawling back?" Valentino purred, his nails scratching down Vox's chest and drawing blood. He lowered his face to the side of Vox's head and smirked. "Come back to me, luciérnaga~"

Vox gasped, his arms shooting out and shoving Valentino away from him. Valentino squawked in outrage as Vox felt an unpleasant hum of anxious energy thrumming through his veins. He felt a panic attack approaching rapidly and retreated into one of the broken cameras that still had an electrical charge. He reappeared in his monitor room and fell to his knees. He lurched as he fought the urge to vomit and grit his teeth as dead pixels filled his screen through the painful glitches.

Everything was too much. It was too damn much.

You. Valentino. Alastor. His own damn hubris. It was too much. He sent out a fresh wave of desperate pleas to your phone's inbox as he spiraled into self-doubt and loathing. He needed you back. You were the one that showed him a brighter life. One that wasn't bound to the poisonous desire of Valentino. A life where he felt seen for who he really was. You didn't see him as a figurehead of evil intent and merciless charisma like everyone else. You didn't see his power, you knew his weakness. And you showed him that he could be loved for it, not just in spite of it.

The week passes by in a blur. Valentino didn't mention the way Vox rejected him and both of the Vee's tried to force Vox to get his shit together. They even held him down and locked him in a room without cameras when he tried to leave the tower to go after you. The image of the trio was too precious for either Vee to let him destroy it in an emotional rampage.

They'd given him a shit old phone to keep obsessively trying to get ahold of you through, but besides that, he was practically a prisoner to his own fuck ups.

"I̵̥͗'̴͇͈̏͗ṃ̵͎̇͠ ̷̘̐͝s̸̖̈̽ȏ̷̼̞r̴̛̯̈ȑ̸̩͘ỹ̷̪," Vox sobbed as he held the phone to his head in a broken prayer. His voice and screen hadn't been clear for the past day. He was at his wit's end and wondered how he ever thought hell was hell before now. This was the suffering all the dumbasses back on earth expected for the forsaken. Hell before now was a piece of cake compared to what he felt now.

He was alone and sinking further into his own despair. And the only thing that'd be able to pull him out was you.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #brain rot go brrr #valentino

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icaruspendragon · 4 months

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remember in 1x12 (faith) when dean has the conversation with the faith healer and he says, "why? why me? out of all the sick people, why save me?" and the healer answers, "well, like i said before, the lord guides me. i looked into your heart and you just... stood out from all the rest." and dean asks, "what did you see in my heart?" and the faith healer answers, "a young man with an important purpose- a job to do. and it isn't finished."

and then remember when in 2x13 (houses of the holy) when sam asks dean, "why can't you even consider the possibility?" and dean says "what, that this is an angel?" and sam says "yes. maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop. maybe this is god's will." and then dean says "okay. all right. you know what? i get it. you've got faith. that's -- hey, that's good for you. i'm sure it makes things easier. i'll tell you who else had faith like that -- mom. she used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. in fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me." and sam says, "you never told me that." and dean responds, "what's to tell? she was wrong. there was nothing protecting her. there's no higher power. there's no god. there's just chaos and violence. and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. so you want me to believe in this stuff? i'm gonna need to see some hard proof. you got any?"

and then remember in 4x01 (lazarus rising) when dean meets castiel and asks "who are you?" and castiel says, "i'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." and then again dean asks, "who are you?" and castiel responds, "castiel." and dean says, "yeah i figured that much, i mean what are you?" and cas says, "i'm an angel of the lord." and dean says, "get the hell out of here. there's no such thing." and cas shows him the fearsome wrath of heaven and later dean says, "look pal i'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" and cas says, "i told you." and dean says, "right. and why would an angel, rescue me from hell?" and cas tells him, "good things do happen, dean." and dean says, "not in my experience." and cas asks him, "what's the matter?" and then tells him, "you don't think you deserve to be saved." and dean asks, "why'd you do it?" and cas tells him "because god commanded it. because we have work for you."

and then remember when in 4x16 (on the head of a pin) when cas is talking to dean in the hospital and dean asks, "is it true? did i start all of this?" and cas has to say, "yes. when we discovered lilith's plan for you... we laid siege to hell, and we fought our way to get to you before you --" and dean cuts in to say "jump-started the apocalypse." and cas' gaze turns skyward as he says, "but we were too late." and dean asks, "why didn't you just leave me there, then?" and cas, with eyes still upward says, "it's not... blame that falls on you, dean. it's fate." and cas turns his gaze downward once more as he says, "and the righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it." and then he turns to dean, looking at him for the first time, and says, "you have to stop it." and dean asks, "lucifer? the apocalypse? what does that mean?" and cas looks away from him and says nothing so dean says, "hey. don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. what does that mean?" and cas is staring resolutely forward as he says, "i don't know." and dean exclaims "bull!" and cas once more says, "i don't." before looking at dean again and saying, "dean, they don't tell me much. i know... how our fate rests with you." and then dean, with tears in his eyes says, "well, then you guys are screwed." and then he says, "i can't do it, cas. it's too big." and then he says, "alastair was right. i'm not all here. i'm not -- i'm not strong enough." and then cas looks back and dean and dean looks away from cas for the first time since the conversation started and says, "well, i guess i'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be." and cas looks away and dean says "find someone else. it's not me." and the tears dean has been trying so hard to hold back finally fall.

anyway. i just thought all of that was kinda interesting.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel

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lostinvasileios · 2 months

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I've realized how clingy I am to my gods. And. To be quite honest, I've seen too many people saying it's bad to be so. To be attached to them.

I understand the statement, but, at the same time, loving and getting attached to your deities is a part of the journey. It's bound to happen when you bond, one way or another. Stronger, or weaker. You'll get used to them. Comfortable. Regardless of what type of relationship you may have with them. (Romantic, parental, mentor, ect.)

And it isn't a bad thing!

For example, I've found out Hekate is my soul mother. And, ever since, I've been purely a mama's boy to her. Sleeping in her arms and spending time burying myself in her presence. I don't find it humiliating or shameful like I thought it would - I thought, since they're a god, it doesn't matter if we have a strong soul bond between us. "I should stay in a mortals place." I was always told, I always thought.

I'll say this for free, you're loved. You're worthy of expressing it, of feeling it, of being vulnerable and soft with it. Being yourself. Especially with your gods. Especially with the ones who are spoused to your soul.

Your deities love you. You're allowed to love them back. You're allowed to cry to them until you can't breathe. You're allowed to hug on to them and have them to hold you lovingly. You're allowed to say how much you love them and feel their reciprocation flowing through your soul.

Divine love is euphoric. It's something so powerful and raw. Something so spectacular. To feel their love rush through you is greater than any drug in the world. The very hands that have power to rip you to shreds instead caress your skin and adore you. That love and cherish you just as much as you do them, more than you can comprehend. And you're worthy of feeling it.

There's no shame in feeling love, in giving love, &/or receiving love from the gods. It's one of the very foundations of why we worship in the first place. Love has infinite forms, love is various between each individual. It's in everything. So why deny it? Why try and tell people that it's wrong, or that it's blasphemy when simply everything, in one way or another, comes back to love?

Love your deities. Let them love you. It's your heart. Don't let others tell you how to use it.

#witchcraft #witch advice #deities #deity work #deity witch #theistic satanist #theistic satanism #satanism #to: apollon #to: my king #to: dionysus #to: aphrodite #to: hekate #deity love

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 4 months

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter One

Summary: Life didn't turn out the way you wanted. You got the guy, and the job but everything else you had ever wanted has been crumbling around you. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 2.1k~ Warnings: yändere, manipulation, domestic violence, self harm, cheating, explicit language, hints at smut, angst, idk what else lol a/n: Ahh thank you so much for all of the love so far on the intro and even all the notes on the masterlist hehe. I'm really loving the direction this story is going in so I hope you guys will too! And thanks again to @kkusadmirer for the request!

Opening my laptop I pull up the most recent edit I had done on the next chapter I was working on.

I'm a writer, not an incredibly famous one but a writer nonetheless. I make enough to get by and I'm able to work from home so that's all I ever really wanted. Just a silly girl, writing her silly stories, living her silly life.

But unfortunately things don't always turn out the way you want them to.

I thought I had it all, perfect grades and a perfect boyfriend with a loving family and a bright bright future. Now looking back at it all and seeing all of the stuff in the background that I somehow missed just makes me feel foolish.

How could I not notice Taehyung wondering eye? Why did I not listen to what my friends used to say about him? Why did I leave all of my friends behind for him?

Being so wrapped up and so in love with him I didn't even notice the fact that my family was falling apart. My mom cheated on my dad and I never knew until they told me they were getting a divorce.

While my brother was struggling in high school while being around all of their screaming and fighting and finally got committed to a mental institution when he had a psychotic break.

I never knew anything about that. It's not like I didn't care, but I just never really reached out or gave them enough time to reach out to me.

I was always like 'Oh Tae just got home I have to go' or 'Tae is expecting me so I need to get going'. My world has revolved around him for so long that my family and friends feel like strangers.

How could I have been so stupid and neglected them, all for one guy?

The one that I wanted to build a future with and promised to do the same with me. Now here I am, 24 with student loans up to my neck and a sorry excuse for a marriage with a husband that is never home.

I don't know what I managed to do in my past life that ended up royally fucking me up in this one but I'm sorry. Why couldn't I have done better so I would be saved from having my spirit broken and my heart ripped to shreds.

The only positive thing is that this has given me is the inspiration to come up with an even more fucked up series of books that has been my only source of income for the past few years.

Years, wow.

Thinking about how much time has passed and how things went to shit so quickly helped me continue down this downward spiral and I don't know how to make it stop. Although the sound of keys jingling outside the front door is my rude awakening, my brain knowing I need to be conscious of what may happen next.

I quickly wipe off the tears that I didn't even realized had started to fall and clear my throat. Moments later I'm met with the sight of Taehyung walking in wearing the same shirt I had seen him in yesterday but sports a brand new hickey near the collar, just barely noticeable but he makes no effort to hide it.

"Y/n" I hear him call out, breaking me out of my train of thought. "Yes?" I question, hating that I've been caught off guard even though I was staring right at him. "I asked if we have anything to eat" he says, making his way over to the refrigerator, now going to see if he can answer his own question before I'm even given another second to speak up.

"Um yeah I think there's some left over pizza from last night" I say and get up to walk towards him. "So how was work yesterday?" I ask tentatively, still not sure what kind of mood he's in. "Exhausting but it is what it is I guess" he says while stuffing his face full of a cold slice of pepperoni pizza.

I turn to walk away while nodding my head, not bothering to ask anything else since it seems from his vague answers that he's not in the mood to talk.

"Hey" he says, gently grabbing my wrist with the hand that wasn't occupied with the pizza, leaving me frozen in place. I know better than to walk away from him. Even if he's not mad at the moment doesn't mean that he won't be in the next.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks pulling me close by that same wrist. Still doing so carefully but pressing on the bruises that he had left there from the last fight we had.

He sees my slight look of discomfort and how my vision is trained on the wrist he's still holding and rolls up my sleeve, taking a quick look and seeing the evidence of his past transgressions.

"It left a mark huh?" he says examining the spot further and then bringing it up to his face where he places a few featherlight kisses on it, making a flash of heat run through my system when he looks back up at me with those eyes.

Those bedroom eyes that never fail to put me in a trance. He lifts his hand up towards my face and I flinch not knowing what to expect and see him stopping for a second, surprised by my reaction.

"Don't be afraid baby, it's just me" he says and keeps going, hooking his finger on the collar of my turtleneck to pull it to the side, no doubt searching for other marks.

"There's marks here too. I guess it's a good thing you stay home. Don't want to have to make up excuses for those now would you?" he says tapping under my chin twice, a slight lilt in his tone, enjoying my clear discomfort in showing them to someone, even if it's the person that's caused them.

"What did you do today baby?" he asks, letting go of me and going back to grab a few other things out of the fridge to complete his meal. "Oh you know, just some writing" I say, trailing off and giving him the same answer that I've given him time and time again.

"You almost done with it?" he questions, only really asking so he knows when my next big payday will be.

I shake my head "No, not yet. I think I'm only about halfway though" I say, giving simple answers to his simple questions. "Well you better get it out soon. I bet your readers are dying to know what happens next" he says giving me a quick wink before taking everything he has in his hands and carrying it over to the couch.

"Do you think you could grab me a beer?" he asks, but I know it's more of a courtesy than anything phrasing it like I actually had an option. I respond with a quiet yeah and bring it over to him, placing it on the coffee table.

"Thanks babe" he says and grabs a ahold of my hand and angles his head up, clearly asking for a kiss to which I oblige. Again something I don't really have an option in doing. "I missed you" he says and rubs his nose against mine cutely, or at least it used to be cute. Now it just makes me sad thinking of all of those times when we were happy.

"Are you gonna watch the game with me?" this time giving me something that I actually have a choice in. "I think I've got some more writing I'd like to do" I say and he nods his head not even bothering to look at me or give me a verbal sign of acknowledgment before turning on said game and slumping back into the couch to watch.

I walk over to my desk that happens to unfortunately be in the living room so I'm forced to grab my headphones to drown out the sound so I can hopefully get another chapter or two in before I call it a night.

~~~~~~

"Baby" I hear him call for me through my headphones after some time, that's something that I've had to fine tune. Making sure I can hear him when he talks to me no matter what so it's one less thing I have to worry about him getting upset about.

I pull out my headphones and turn my attention towards him, half expecting him to ask me to get him a beer. "Yes?" I reply, waiting to see what he needs. "Come here" he says holding his hand out to me and spreading his legs, showing me where he wants me.

I get up and walk towards him, straddling him once I get close enough and putting my arms around his neck. "Hi" he says in a deep voice sending a shockwave through my nervous system. "Hi" I respond quietly, intimidated at the thought of what he might do next. "How was the game?" I ask tentatively, hoping for my own sake that there was a favorable result.

"We won" he says, mindlessly tracing his hands up and down my curves. "How's your book?" he asks leaning into my neck, placing kisses over the bruises he had noticed from before. "

It's going" I whisper, starting to feel breathless from his warm breath fanning the sensitive parts of my skin. "Ready for a break?" he asks, question laced with a mischievous tone. I hum in acknowledgment, tilting my head to the side so he can have his fun.

~~~~~~

"I'm gonna head out but I'll be back later" Taehyung says while getting dressed with me still laying there with only a sheet to cover my body. "You're leaving?" I question, knowing he just said that but hoping he'll give me some sort of explanation.

"The guys wanted to meet up for a couple of drinks to talk about the game. Get some rest okay? I'll be back in a few hours" he says planting a soft kiss on my lips and one on my forehead.

I nod as he pulls the comforter over me as well, starting to already to drift off to sleep. "Stay safe" I mumble and flip over to the other side to try and get more comfortable.

He looks down at me for a second and chuckles at my fucked out and sleepy state before walking out of our bedroom and soon I'm left with the sound of him closing and locking the door behind him.

Although this night was bittersweet I'm thankful that it ended up like this. He's not a selfish lover when it comes to sex so I'm always left sleepy and satisfied except for the times that he's more rough, rough is putting it lightly so I guess I should say when he's more violent.

I hate thinking about those nights and I refuse to let those dark thoughts cloud this physical euphoric feeling I have but I can't help but worry about what he might actually be going out to do.

Would having a drink with the guys really make him want to leave his naked and freshly fucked wife alone in his bed? I just don't get it. If he's already been with me tonight could there be a possibility that he would wake up in another woman's bed and leave me waking up alone again tomorrow?

There's no use worrying about it though. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but why do I always let it get to me? Yes he's my husband but our marriage isn't like other ones in anyway shape or form. I'm here when he wants or needs me and that's it. I'm not allowed to want or need him because I'm just left disappointed every single time.

He doesn't love me, he just loves what I can give him and I need to come to terms with that. But it's nights like these where he's gentle and whispers sweet nothings in my ear that make me second guess things.

Maybe he's changed? Maybe he's realized what actually matters? And maybe I'm just getting my hopes up. I can't keep lying to myself but I don't know what else to do. I feel alone most days but these little glimmers of hope are what keep me holding on and unfortunately that's all I have left.

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diazsdimples · 14 days

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"Can you show me where it hurts?" Buddie

I'm crediting @hippolotamus for the idea for this cause she sent me a WHOLE FUCKING FICLET when I asked for ideas. Thanks my love, you're so appreciated.

"Can you show me where it hurts?" Buck pleades as he kneels next to the couch. His hands hover over Eddie's curled up form on the couch, afraid to touch but desperate to comfort, to sooth his hands over his best friend's sides and ease the hurt that Eddie's clearly in. "Please, Eds, let me help you."

Eddie curls further into himself, bringing his knees up to his chest and he wraps his arms around them, hugging himself close. An ugly sob rips from his throat and Buck's heart shatters into a million pieces. If he could shield Eddie (and Chris, for that matter) from all the pain in the world, take the bullets for them, he would, and the fact that he can't protect Eddie from... this - it's causing him physical pain.

"Baby, please," Buck begs again, the pet name falling from his lips without him even noticing. It feels as natural as breathing, as normal as waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night that he doesn't even think twice, but Eddie recoils violently.

"Don't," he rasps, his voice rough and frayed from crying. Eddie pushes himself up the couch, away from Buck's hands. He looks absolutely wrecked and Buck just wants to hold him close, to kiss it all better but he knows he can't. They're not like that.

"I'm sorry I just - Eddie please tell me what's going on," he implores instead. "I want to help."

Eddie sniffs and wipes his nose with his sleeve. He looks Buck up and down, his expression guarded as though he's protecting himself, and lets out a long, shaky sigh.

"You want to know where it hurts?"

Buck nods vehemently. There's nothing he wants more than to fix whatever's going on. When he'd walked in to see Eddie curled up on the couch, shaking with sobs, his immediate thought had been some kind of abdominal trauma, or appendicitis. The closer he'd gotten though, and the more he heard Eddie's throat-shredding sobs, the more he'd begun to realise that this wasn't a physical type pain.

Eddie seems to steel himself before slowly reaching out and circling his arm around Buck's wrist. He guides Buck's hand until is settled on his breastbone, right over his heart. Buck can very faintly feel the thump thump of Eddie's heart beneath his fingertips.

"Right here," Eddie whispers, his voice breaking ever so slightly as he chokes back another sob. "Always here."

His hand covers Buck's, linking their fingers together, and everything suddenly clicks together. Why Eddie had been acting weird since they'd sat down and properly talked about the Will. Why Eddie had been pulling back, hardly touching Buck and never hugging him when they were usually attached like Velcro.

And oh. Because that changes everything. Because if this is what Buck thinks it is, if Eddie loves him, then holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Buck tenderly cups Eddie's face, his thumb stroking over his cheekbone and brushing away the tears. Eddie doesn't flinch away, instead he lets out a small whine and sinks into Buck's touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

Another tear rolls down Eddie's cheek and Buck can't help himself. He leans forward and brushes his lips against the soft skin, the salty liquid collecting against his tongue when he pulls away. Eddie looks up at him with pleading eyes and Buck kisses his other cheek, the tip of his nose, his forehead, the space between his eyebrows, and finally comes to rest with their foreheads pressed together.

"Can I -" he whispers, licking his lips as his mouth suddenly dies. "Can I kiss it better?"

Eddie nods and the tips of their noses brush. "Please."

The first brush of their lips is hesitant, soft, as though neither of them quite believe what's happening. Eddie's lips are soft and taste like his tears, and Buck tenderly licks them off as Eddie whines into his mouth.

Their lips slot together like they were made to fit each other, like Buck's entire life has been leading to this moment, to the taste of Eddie on his tongue. To the feeling of Eddie's fingers sinking into the hair at the base of his neck and pulling him in impossibly closer.

It's perfect, it's everything, it's everything he never knew he wanted, everything he'd never dared to dream for. And it's real. It's happening.

When they break apart, both breathing heavily, their lips are kiss swollen and glistening. Eddie's cheeks are pink and his eyelashes are wet, and Buck can't stop himself from leaning back in and capturing his lips in a brief kiss.

"Is this real?" Eddie whispers. He's still crying but now Buck senses it's because he's overwhelmingly happy (or so he hopes) and Buck wants to wrap him in his arms and never let him go.

He kisses Eddie again and again, revelling in the way Eddie melts into his touch.

"Yeah baby, it's real."

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dilvuc · 7 months

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『 WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS 』 pt. 1

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: gender neutral

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when you get jealous pt. 1

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: dorm leaders x gn!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: when you get jealous

╰┈➤ when you get jealous pt. 2

╰┈➤ RIDDLE

you're the type to glare at anyone who touches your queen of hearts. riddle always knew how calm and patient you are, but he never saw your jealous side before. all he knows is that you're sometimes clingy. riddle thought it was to show attraction. yes and no, it's because you were trying to keep his attention from others and turn his attention on you

attention seeker…

you wrapped your arms around the red haired male in front of that person and snuggled with him.

"Eh? [Y]…what's with you?" riddle asked you.

"Nothing…I just feel like doing so." you smiled, nuzzled your face in the male's hair. confused, riddle just let you do what you wanna do. yet, he didn't notice your eyes glaring at the people surrounding you, sending them off.

despite the height difference, he sits on your lap whenever he needs to, even if it's embarrassing for him, but you wouldn't mind as long as your "rivals" aren't trying to break any rules to grab your queen's attention.

╰┈➤ LEONA

he knows. oh, he knows. you're just easy to read and you have no problem showing your jealousy. you send others a dark glare and let out low growl whenever you see the people you don't like. when the savanaclaw dorm leader called your name, you lost focus on your "rivals'' and turned your full attention to leona. like floyd, you have mood swings. your mood changes often.

what a mood…

"Grrrrrrrr…" you growled at your "rival" with a glare. your so-called rival scoops themselves away from you, trying to leave your sight. ruggie snickered, "Look like someone's jealous~ You should stop them, leona before they rip them to shreds~"

"Whatever…" leona chuckled, satisfied by your jealousy. he then called your name, "Oi, [Y]."

your ears perked up when you heard your name was called by leona. without hesitation, you ran over to leona with a genuine smile on your face. "Yes, Leo?"

"Naptime during lunch. I'm gonna need your laps." leona told you. you nodded without hesitation, "Ok~"

you wouldn't call yourself a simp, right…?

╰┈➤ AZUL

like leona, he knows, but you're hard to read. you don't show much jealousy. however, you're calm, but impatient. the leech twins thought it was funny to watch you glaring at the clients whenever it took like a few minutes for the meeting to be over. thirty seconds is enough. that's way too short.

how did you lose your patience that fast?

"It's a deal, right?" azul smirked menacingly. the client was going to respond, but they helped when they noticed you glaring at them. azul notices the client's scared expression before looking over his shoulder at you, but you hold a neutral expression when he turns at you.

azul brushes you off, "Don't mind them. Now, just signed here~"

when the octavinelle dorm leader turns away from you, you continue to glare at the client, who nervously signs the golden contract. azul laughed, "Thank you for your cooperation!"

after the client rushed out of the vip room, azul turned to you, "...Don't tell me you were jealous. You don't enjoy me talking with my clients?"

"It's just that this meeting takes too long." you looked away. the octavinelle dorm leader chuckled, "You're so cute when you're jealous."

╰┈➤ KALIM

he never noticed. tho, he was confused when some people always ran away from him. they weren't running away from him, they were running away from you. why is that? your jealous blank stare, it gives off a dark energy.

you must protect the light from the darkness…

"[Y], you should stop doing that." jamil told you. you tilted your head, "Do what?"

"That stare again. Whenever Kalim gets along with someone, you stand behind him, staring at that person with that blank stare." the vice dorm leader explained. "Kalim thinks he's the reason that they are running away."

you sulked with your arms crossed, "I'm just trying to protect him."

many bad things happen surrounding kalim since he's from a royal family. you're not kalim's guard, but his s/o. your overprotective mode is a whole different level. protecting the sunshine is what is on your mind. jamil doesn't understand how he got struck as the third wheel.

"[Y]!" kalim calls for you as he rushes over to you with open arms. you open your arms, allowing kalim to embrace you. the white haired male stares up at you, "Let's have a banquet! I invited Yu and Grim over!"

"Good idea~" you beamed, gently patting the male's hair. "he has always been so awfully close to them…why…?"

"You're doing that stare again, stop." jamil sweatdropped.

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sunnynwanda · 8 months

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How about a villain who fell inlove with a sidekick hero?

Villain & Sidekick

"Well, well, well." Sidekick can feel Villain's voice hitting their back and penetrating their spine. It ricochets off the walls, prickling their skin and stilling them in place in the middle of the dark corridor. "If it isn't my favourite wannabe hero!"

They should be used to the taunting intonations and mocking words by now, but somehow they are not. Hero would laugh in their face for such weakness of emotion. Or maybe they would get an educational beating instead. Sidekick did not understand how that was supposed to harden them.

"Where's your boss, darling?" Villain inquires, slowly strutting towards them. Sidekick refuses to turn around, determined to keep up appearances in case they decide to leave now. Villain would never know why they came in the first place. "You don't actually think you can defy me alone, do you?"

Not that they would fight Sidekick, ever. Mostly for the purpose of maintaining their reputation, but also because they couldn't bring themselves to hurt them. In fact, they were certain to maim anyone who did. Like that time Hero backhand slapped Sidekick amidst the battle for something they had no control over. Villain never forgot the way the poor creature stumbled back and landed on the floor, their hand pressed to their cheek. Needless to say, Villain made sure to wipe said floor with Hero's pathetic face that day, just to make them feel the same pain and humiliation.

Villain shakes their head, trying to focus on the situation at hand. They hum to themselves, noticing the tension in their favourite enemy's shoulders. Something's wrong. They round Sidekick and stop a few steps away, allowing their eyes to roam all over their body. Something's very wrong.

"Sidekick?" When they don't meet their gaze, Villain takes a step closer. "What's wrong?"

"I couldn't go home." The words are barely above a whisper. Villain moves closer, reaching for the switch to turn the lights on. "Hero wouldn't understand."

When the light illuminates their face all of a sudden, Sidekick squints and attempts to look away to hide their face. Villain catches their wrist, drawing them closer and hooking a finger under their chin to get a proper look. That's when their heart drops down to their feet. Or Sidekick's feet. They don't even know anymore.

"Who did this to you?" Villain's voice is now laced with worry that they cannot explain to the person in front of them. Not that it matters when said person is beaten and buttered, with cuts and bruises littering their beautiful face. Villain wants to kiss each and every one of those wounds until nothing hurts anymore. "Hero?"

Sidekick shakes their head, biting into their split lip. They cannot fathom why they even decided to come here. Why was it Villain and not their boss who made them feel safe and comforted? Villain exhales loudly, willing the storm within themselves to calm. It does not, but they manage to lift a shaking hand and wipe a drop of blood off Sidekick's cheekbone before speaking again.

"My henchmen?" When Sidekick looks up at them with watery eyes, Villain can no longer suppress the angered growl rambling in their chest. They have made it blatantly clear that no one was allowed to lay a finger on Sidekick, let alone beat them to such a state.

"I'm gonna rip them to shreds." They say, wrath flaring behind their eyes. Sidekick attempts to say something, but Villain cuts them off with a finger pressed to their lips. "And then I'm gonna destroy your boss."

It's not a threat. Sidekick can see that much. It's a promise. One that they know Villain can keep. They shake their head no, leaning into Villain's embrace and resting their head against their chest.

"I'm going to punish them whether you like it or not," Villain sighs, picking them up and heading towards their bathroom. "But we'll talk about it in the morning."

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roseofstardust · 1 month

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"Hunger and desire Are hunger and desire really that different? Hunger, an ache. Desire, also an ache. One voids you of life. the other burns you alive."

What is being hungry for someone? what do you do when you feel an insatiable desire for them? Do these aches make you want to devour them whole?Would you like to consume their heart in the same way they have consumed your thoughts?Or maybe you would like to be consumed by your lover. Become a part of them forever.

Devouring someone is the best declaration of love. Nothing quite "hits" like knowing you have absorbed them into you and that they will always live in you. Maybe this is why vampires are so famous in fictional media. They drag their teeth through your neck, pierce your sensitive flesh and quench their animalistic thirst with your blood. They are consuming your blood, taking an element of your body inside them. And isn't that the epitome of a perfect romance?

Love is intense, extreme, painful. If I don't feel like my insides are turning inside and out, like they are ready to flow out of my body at any given moment, if my heart does not grow big enough for my rib cage to hurt, it is not love. Also, if you don't burn with desire, what is the point of having it? If your hunger does not make you want to tear into flesh and skin and chew on bones, what even is the point?

To love is to consume. To be loved is to be consumed. Every time you love someone, you are exposing the most vulnerable parts of yourself. Do you not care that the one you love could pounce on you at any moment? Or are you the one who is waiting for the perfect opportunity to rip their belly apart? Maybe the both of you are waiting to tear each other to shreds until there's nothing left of you both? Nothing reads love like mutual consumption.

What's more better for you and your lover than to become one person? To blend into a singular entity? Stare into the mirror and see your reflection be morphed into theirs.

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hrefna-the-raven · 7 months

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Hope is a waking dream

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Notes: as promised, some sweet time with our favourite old man Zevlor 🥰

Words: 954

Warnings: smut (18+), heartache

Summary: you defeated the goblins and sought out that old tiefling you've grown so fond of

Zevlor didn't know how he ended up here but he had no intention of complaining as his lips met yours once again in a passionate kiss. Originally, his plan had been to enjoy a single glass of wine and then retire for the evening, allowing the younger ones to revel in their victory over the goblins. But then you sat down beside him, offering to share a bottle of fine wine. Before long, you had moved on to a second bottle, laughing and engaging in lively conversations about various topics. Then, unexpectedly, your hand found its way to his, gently squeezing it. In a hesitant whisper, you confessed that you craved more than just a friendly conversation with him, you longed for something deeper, you desired him.

Zevlor didn't believe you at first, not able to comprehend why you'd settle for an old man like him while you had so many younger men to choose from. However, you reassured him that he was the only one you desired from the first moment you entered the Grove. It was hard for him to believe, but he decided for once not to question it. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but this time he wouldn't shy away from feeling happiness. He would accept that even someone with a worn-out soul like him deserved moments of goodness every now and then. So he broke the kiss, his gaze quickly shifting downwards as he hurriedly untangled the laces of his trousers, pushing them down. He moaned your name as soon as your fingers greedily wrapped around his cock, stroking him teasingly. The way you touched him felt almost too good, your perfect soft lips planting kisses on his neck, your heated heavy breaths caressing his skin while your delicate fingers skillfully trailed up and down his throbbing member, teasingly circling the tip, it almost pushed Zevlor over the edge.

He had to take you now, your confession and your touch, after all these years of loneliness and the silent yearning for a partner or any kind of intimacy awakened and unleashed a burning craving, concealed deep within his very being, that he couldn't control any longer. Zevlor's claws dug into the fabric of your thin linen pants and he tore them off you, ripping the last barrier of fabric between him and you into shreds. His eyes were glued on your glistening arousal as you stood there in slight shock, dripping and willing for him. He licked his lips, a primal growl rumbling in his chest before he grabbed your thighs and effortlessly lifted you up, pressing your back against the sturdy tree behind you before he pushed himself inside you. Your initial gasp tunred into a sinful moan so loud and unhinged, that probably everyone at camp m heard it despite the music and the chatter. But neither you nor Zevlor cared in this moment. He grunted as he continued to vigorously take into you against the tree, the lewd sounds of your wetness and rhythmic slapping of skin merged with the nightly sounds of the forest around you. Your fingers curled around his neck, pulling him closer into a heated kiss, your tongues intertwining as he pounded into you with an intensity fueled by desperation and lust. It didn't take long for either of you to come undone, burying his face in the curve of your neck, breathing heavily as he whispered something against your skin.

"I...Zev", you panted, lost for words.

He let you down gently, cleaning you up before handing you your torn pants with a sorry look.

"I apologise, I don't know what possessed my in that moment", he whispered as he turned around.

As the initial euphoria of your encounter subsided, shame and remorse pierced Zevlor's heart like a venomous blade. Doubts consumed him, feeling like a wretched old man who tarnished the purity of youth with his touch. So he turned around, his mind urging him to flee where his heart begged for him to remain.

"Where are you going?", he heard you from behind, his footsteps refusing to halt until a gentle hand rested on his shoulder, encouraging him to turn around.

"I'm sorry", he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

"What for?", you tenderly cupped his cheek, tilting his face upward.

The sadness in his eyes pained you. You couldn't help but wonder what had transpired in his life to bring him to this state of anguish. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, an unexplainable attraction drew you towards him. And once you talked for the first time, catching a glimpse of his kind soul, you knew deep within that there was no one else you desired more to share every aspect of life with.

"Everything", he exhaled wearily.

"You know", you feigned a pensive expression, "it's about time for you to make amends for your actions."

Zevlor's lips parted, but the real meaning eluded him; he felt his heart fracture, on the verge of shattering as a grim idea of your next words formed in his head.

"You should remain by my side from now on and continue to make me as happy as you did just now."

Zevlor blinked, struggling to process the unexpected turn your words had taken. He had thought he knew what you were going to say, but instead, you were asking him to stay. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the floodgates of emotions burst open. In that moment, he realised that he wouldn't be alone anymore after all those years. He had you now, and he vowed to keep you happy and protect you, sealing it with loving kiss as his arms wrapped around you, determined to never let you go.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #smut #zevlor smut #happy ending

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Dying in their arms - 141

CW: Death, blood, might put you in a coma.

Don't ask me why I made this... Because I have no good excuse other than I absolutely LIVE for writing angst 😌 it will be short but I intend to try and at least sadden you for even a moment.

Can be seen as romantic or platonic.

Soap 🧼

Johnny still remembers the sound. Or lack there of...

"Y/n? How copy, what are your coordinates?"

Silence.

"Y/n!! I heard heavy fire from the east, how copy?"

"Y/n answer me please!!"

Johnny rushes through an old building. He'd be searching for you for hours. Were the comms down? His insides tighten at the idea of where you were. Hopefully safe and alive.

He moves out of the house just as two military trucks pull away. "Y/n, two trucks leaving. Where are you??"

He follows the side of the building to where the trucks were and freezes

"Y/n?"

You were laying in the street. In your own blood.

"Y/N!!" Johnny runs over. His blood boiling and then freezing when he sees you. "No no no no no-"

He drops to his knees and pulls your limp body off the ground and into his arms. Blood drips from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes full of life for a mere second. Your body seems to give up when Johnny finally reaches you, and the light fades from your eyes. Your eyelids close as blood continued to pool around Johnny.

"Y/n wakeup... Y/n come on, wake up!"

He starts to shake when you don't respond. You don't open your eyes, you don't breathe. Tears swell in his eyes. "Come back..."

"Please... Open your eyes... It'll be ok..." He wheezes.

Johnny wails. heavy tears ruin his face as he sobs. "Come back- COME BAAACK!!" He screams. Pain destroys his voice and rips open his throat. He holds you tightly, trying to shake you awake.

"PleEeEase!!! Come back!" He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Your soft features tear his big heart into shreds. His whole body quivers and shakes. The bloody wound stares at him like a monster. With teeth and fiery eyes, taking you away from him.

His hand finds his comm before he can think.

"GHOST!! Please I need backup now! PLEASE!!!!" He screams again, fingers tightening in your hair. "I can't let you go..." He hicks. "I-I can't let you go..." He runs his fingers through your hair, choking on sobs.

"Anybody!! Help me!!" His comm was empty. "Please..."

Ghost 💀

Ghost had lost sight of you. It was only for a minute.

"Alright, take it slow, don't rush, don't rush. You're so close."

"Thanks Lt. It's really great to have you at my-"

He heard a shot.

Ghost bolts up. That wasn't him. "Y/n!?"

No response.

"Y/n how copy are you safe!?"

Silence.

"Shit-! No!! No!!" He abandons his gun and runs down the embankment. His heart pounding in his chest. There you are, laying in the road. "SERGEANT!" He runs to you and falls to his knees. You were toppled sideways, a bullet clean through your head.

Simon feels the wind knocked out of him. "No... NO! No nonononono-!" He pulls you up into his arms, limp and quickly growing cold.

"Look at me. Y/n look at me..."

"LOOK AT ME!!" He yells out of desperation. "You were so close please! Come on! Wake up... Wake up please-!"

He quivers and tears start to form. "Oh God..."

"Oh please no- please come back..." He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. everything seems slow. His eyes are seeing you but his brain isn't catching up that this is happening. That you're gone.

He cradles your body against the back of the alley wall and looks at you.

"Come back..."

"You're ok..."

His hand drops and rests on your cheek. Pain squeezes his chest and a great weight presses against his throat. Tears swell in his eyes as he holds you tightly. "You can't go..."

He whimpers, pressing his face into your messy hair. He starts to shake violently, no longer sure what to do. If he had made it... If he had noticed the sniper maybe he could have saved you.

He rips off his mask and hugs your body as tightly as he can. "You're the only family I have left- I can't lose you! Please Y/n for me!! For me! I can't go back to them without you!!"

"We're teammates y/n please!"

"I've taken care of you as best I could. I-I treat you like my sibling, you are like family- PLEASE!! DONT DIE!"

He screams for the first time in years. His body shakes with sobs, tears streaming unprovoked down his cheeks into your hairline. "Please don't leave me alone out here..."

Gaz ⚽

You'd been hit with a bullet. Gaz pulled your arm over his shoulders and walked you to the safety of a small hut just outside of your target zone. It wasn't safe but it would have to work.

He places you down on the floor and gets down next to you. "How's the wound?" He asks.

You breathe out heavily and pull your hand away, blood squelching from your side. You groan in pain. "Not good..."

"Let me go find some proper bandages ok? I'll be right back." He takes his gun and starts to search the cabin.

You feel cold and shaky. Your eyelids are heavy and you've lost too much blood to recover from quickly. "Kyle!" You call out desperately.

He returns with a few bandages and kneels at your side. "What's up? You ok?" You take his hand and shudder, tears swelling in your eyes. "Can you hold me..?"

"Yeah, I guess, just let me bandage-" you grab his wrist. "Don't bother..."

His eyes widen. "Y/n no I need to get you out of here." You grab his vest and pull him closer, his warm body sending shivers across your own. "Take off my gear..." You whisper. Kyle doesn't hesitate, stripping you down to your t-shirt and pants.

Tears are already swelling in his eyes. "I can't- no-!"

"Hold me, Kyle."

Kyle sniffles and pulls you into his arms. You rest against his warm chest, quaking hand grabbing the hem of his shirt. he closes his arms around you and presses a short kiss to the top of your head.

"Do it... Finish the mission... For both of us ok?"

He sobs and nods. You wipe away his tears and squeeze him tightly. You slowly close your eyes and rest back against his chest.

Kyle sits there. He sits there for what feels like hours. He sobs. He wails. He screams until his insides hurt and his voice gives out.

He hugs you in his arms, begging you tell him what he did wrong. His body moves and he brings you into the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and holds your hand tightly, a shaking, sobbing mess.

Price 🥃

You had your back leaned up against a building, heaving in the darkness. Your leg was shot full of pain, twisted and broken from your fall out of a military truck and you were losing blood quickly.

"Captain..." You shudder into your comm.

"Hang on y/n, almost there. Just a little longer."

"I don't know how much longer I have..." You cough blood up onto your uniform and down your chin.

"Hang on soldier, I'm coming. I'm gonna be right there."

You drop the comms and close your eyes. It feels heavy and cold. Your own blood the only warmth against your cold tactical gear.

Price wasn't far away, you knew that. You just had to try and hang on.

Price slams on the brakes of his vehicle when he reaches you. The empty dark streets make him want to move quickly. "Come on y/n!" He rushes over and grabs you. You're bleeding beyond repair but your eyes flutter open enough to see him.

"come on, I'll carry you-!"

You cup his cheek and run your thumb over his rough skin. "John..."

"It's ok- it's going to be ok!"

You ignore him. You have little time left and so many things still to say. A tear runs down your cheek as you shudder out a final breath.

John holds onto you tightly. His hands dig into your forearms even as your hand drops away from his face and your eyes close.

"Y/n..."

He presses his forehead against yours, feeling the life leave your body. His jaw clenches and tears form in his eyes. His body shakes with rage before he starts to cry. Tears slip down his cheeks, overcome with rage and sadness.

"I'm sorry..." He hugs your neck and lays your head on his shoulder and cries. He couldn't lose you. He'd lost so many good men and women he couldn't let you die too.

"Give me one more chance... Give me one more chance I know I'll do it right-!"

He shakes, his body throwing him out of sorts. "I can't lose you all..!"

He sits there alone in the darkness. He was all alone now. No one to come back home to. All he could do was mourn your death in the darkness.

"It was an honor serving with you..." He whispers shakily. He presses a soft kiss to your temple and lays you on your side. He salutes and climbs back in his truck, the sound of enemy patrol on its way...

Hi. No, if this hurt you, I do not apologize 😊

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marshmallowprotection · 9 months

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Jihyun's new birthday CG is out! I am surprised that it doesn't fulfill the theme that we have used thus far, the theme of the characters being children. However, I'm going to comment on something that I don't think anybody is going to talk about since this is V, after all.

First of all, you guys should be jumping up and down at the moment because this is the first time he's ever had a kiss picture. I am so sorry it took this long for you guys to get a sweet kiss with your very tragic artist, but this is your lucky day. I never thought he was going to get kiss contents so I am pleasantly surprised in the best way.

Second of all, as I saw this picture last night, the first thing that came to mind was that whatever painting was going to be on his easel, was going to be something significant in my head no matter what.

This is just my conclusion, and it's something that I'm going to continue to keep in my brain no matter what since it can't be proven one way or the other, but I do believe this painting is a recreation of the one he ripped to shreds after that final argument with his mother.

Here's the crucial detail, he's not trying to recreate a one-for-one copy of what he created. I believe he is revisiting it because what is a better homage to his childhood than going back to the very thing that caused the Catalyst event in his life in the first place? He denied himself the ability to be the painter he wanted to be when he was young, and he said awful things to his mother that he could never take back.

Revisiting something he tore to shreds would allow him the opportunity to have something substantial to look at, to say to himself, “I am no longer denying my creative process, and as I remake this painting that my mother loved, I want nothing more than to be able to feel that same liberating feeling I felt and tried to crush because I was too insecure to live my dream.”

Even the event is him learning how to be a better partner who communicates with you. That's something he has to do in his good ending, and that's where this takes place. I want nothing more than for him to finally have some peace in his heart about what happened to his mother, and now that he's come full circle and learned that her sacrifice wasn't a sentiment he needed to take to heart as a lesson to never abandon people, even if those people hurt you.

That wasn't why his mother sacrificed her life for him. She did that because she loved him and that was her only child. She was his mother and she loved him no matter what. The horrible words he said out of insecurity were never something she was upset about, she was saddened, more than anything.

She wanted her son to follow his dreams, even if one day he couldn't continue those dreams.

Much like how she had to stop her passionate career as a violinist because she wasn't sure how to continue playing after losing much of her hearing. But she still got to spend so many years of her life following her passion, and even if she couldn't continue it, she still had the chance to do it. She didn't want her son to snuff out his own passion well before he even tried. So, by revisiting that painting, doing it again, and putting back in what he's learned over the years, it's the opportunity of a lifetime to make peace with himself.

He's living as himself and I think that's a nice way to tie in the childhood theme without actually having him be a child. It's not like we haven't had a photo of him as a child on the title screen before, actually, one of his last birthdays gave us a photo of him and his mother.

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erenqueef · 1 month

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨★𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

warnings: mature content! - smut

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒷𝒷ℴ𝓇𝓃 𝒻ℯ𝓂 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

title: one date

(this was originally uploaded on wattpad)

annoying. that's how you describe him. childish. why did he get on your nerves so much? was it his cocky attitude? his confidence? what was it? maybe it's his.. tall legs, or his blood sweating torso. the way he's heavily breathing-

"y/n." he snaps his fingers. "did you forget to drink your coffee this morning or what?" he asks with his signature grin. smiling despite the condition he's in.

the fight was over, it's been over. now it's just you two in this abandoned building.

you snap out of your daze, realizing you were zoned out on his scratched up body. "shut up, just- are you okay?"

"am i okay? im always okay y/n. im satoru gojo!"

"yeah yeah.. whatever. can we just go back now?"

"your always in such a mood. can i at least try and lighten you up?" he pouts.

you don't know if it's the messy hair or the fact his shirts ripped to shreds, or even the fact his piercing blue eyes are beaming into yours sense his blindfold is hung around his neck. but you feel something you didn't want to feel. and it was your wet underwear.

"lighten it up how exactly?" you ask crossing your arms, trying your best to control where your eyes are looking, which are flicking between his eyes and shoulders.

he looks to the side, like he's thinking really hard though you knew what he was gonna say considering he asks it all the time. looking back to you he grins again.. "one date, it's all i ask!"

"no."

"come on! you should feel blessed to have the best person in the world giving you this opportunity!"

"you're the most annoying person in the world." you scoff.

stepping closer, he lifts your chin to his gaze. "i can easily make you change your mind if you let me."

you bite the inside of your cheek, as much as you'd like to give in to him, you're too damn stubborn. "..how will you change my mind?"

"will you let me?"

"fine." you look off to the side again, are you feeling nervous? well that doesn't matter cause he forces you to look at him again.

"stop looking away." he smirks. "don't tell me im making you flustered.."

"oh please stop tooting your own horn."

"your tooting it too, your cheeks are all red." he smiles, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"you must be color blind." your eyebrows furrow, but you don't back away when he leans closer, you can feel his hot breath on you.

(play: party & the after party- the weeknd)

"you know, my six eyes are never wrong y/n, they're telling me to kiss you, actually that's my brain."

your heart thumps harder, your walls clenching to doll the ache of wanting something inside you. "you always get what you want like a damn brat, so im not letting you."

he leans in closer, his index finger and thumb now holding your chin in place. "but i know for a fact you want it too, don't you?" he says above a whisper, his voice growing deeper.

"i don't have to answer your questions, satoru."

"then i'll take it as a yes."

you open your mouth to speak but instead of words coming out a moan does when he smashes his lips against yours like a hungry animal. his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth to fight with yours for a battle of dominance.

your hands unconsciously find there ways to his stupid slutty fucking waist, how is this man sculpted better then you?

you feel him smirk into the kiss, witch pisses you off cause you know your giving in and giving him what he wants. but you want this too. and your pussy is basically screaming like a cat in heat.

grabbing beneath your thighs he lifts you up without breaking away from your lips for a second. your legs wrapping around his waist causing you to let out a breathily moan, your pussy pulsing against the bulge in his pants. he was already fucking hard.

he walks over to an old desk that was in the abandoned building you were in, placing you down. it was high enough where you can still feel his bulge pressing against you.

he lays you down, climbing right on top of you and grinding himself against your warmth. his lips breaking away from yours only to leach onto your neck. his lips warm and wet. causing a moan to slip from your throat. his lips felt so fucking good against your skin.

he sucks and grinds his teeth against your skin hard enough to leave a huge hickey on the side of your neck. it hurt like hell, but you took the pain just cause it's gojo causing it.

you feel his long lengthy fingers trail down your body, stopping right at your lower stomach before pushing harshly, causing your back to arch and you to let out a loud moan. damn it, he knows what the fuck he's doing.

he lets out a low chuckle. "so that does work.." he looks back into your eyes, he leans close but not close enough to give you the satisfaction of his lips, he wanted you to look at him. he slid his fingers under the rim of your pants before tugging them. "cmon at least help me a little."

rolling your eyes you lift up and help him remove your uniform pants. he backs up and stands on his knees above you. of corse you had to be wearing a thin layered pink thong today. you watch as his grin grows wider, he holds your legs by the back of your knees and pushes them to you, you hold your legs up for him as he looks down and grins at the puddle leaking from your panties, you were drenching wet at this point.

without warning his fingers press against your wet underwear, his finger gliding underneath the fabric and pulling them to the side, leaving your soaked folds to his sight. he hops off the desk and gets on his knees, he spreads your folds apart with his thumbs. you clench your walls in and out desperately. "satoru.."

"you're so fucking wet y/n." he asserts as one of his thumbs rubs between your folds and into your pussy. you let out a moan as he curls it in and out of you. "god your so wet for me.. who knew eh?" he smirks.

"shut up.." you lift your head and look down at him. your eyes lidded and your eyebrows furrowed.

"look at you barking orders as if im not the one in control here.." he grins, pulling his thumb out of you, under his fingernail flooded by your juices. he stands up and unbuckles his belt, he drops his pants and boxers freely, his cock was fucking huge. "cmere." he drags you closer to the edge of the desk, pulling you to sit up straight so your face to face. "im getting that date."

he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, using his thumb to rub it through your glistening folds before pumping his whole length inside of you with no warning.

a loud whimper escapes your lips as he throws your ankles over his shoulders, he wraps his arms around your back and picks you up off of the desk, holding you like you weighed a feather as he thrusts his cock in and out of you at a fast pace. "fuck, i hate you." you whine.

"you love me," he grins "tell me you love me." his voice became needy for words of affirmation, he wanted- no he needed to hear you say it.

"i-.." it was hard to even speak considering he was literally ramming into your pussy. "fuck."

"tell me, y/n. tell me you love me."

your eyes look into his, he looked so fucking beautiful up close. "i love you," you grit your teeth. "and i fucking hate you."

he presses his lips against yours he places you back down on the desk with his member still deep inside, paused for a moment before pumping it into you again as you lay your back down on the desk. "atta girl." he smirks, grabbing at your thighs as he pounds you. "now tell me you belong to me."

"satoru!" you angrily moan.

"do you want to cum or not."

annoying, like i said. "im.. yours."

he climbs on top of you and flips one of your legs over so your on your side. "good girl. how bad do you need to cum?"

"so fucking bad satoru."

"cum with me y/n.. im so close." he closes his eyes and starts to heavily pant. "im gonna cum y/n."

"look at me satoru.. im close too.." you whisper between moans, it was hard to keep your eyes open but also hard to look away. the face he made as he quickened up was so fucking sexy. your so mad at yourself right this second but it doesn't matter. gojo was on top of you, fucking you like a fucking champ.

he grits his teeth. "im cumming." his speed picks up, the only thing to be herd was his skin slapping against yours and his deep grunts and your whiney moans.

"don't stop!" you whine, "im-" your orgasm washes over you, your walls tightening around his cock, causing him to let out a hot moan, he was done cumming but he wasn't gonna stop till you rode out your orgasm.

"fuck y/n. you look so hot right now.." his lidded eyes watch you as you ride out your high on his cock, allowing you to buck your hips against him.

once you were finally done you both stop moving to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out of you as a mixture of his cum and yours spills out of you. "i hate you so much." you breath.

"not uh..." he teases, grinning again as he leans in and pecks your lips. "so, did that convince you enough?"

you smirk. "no."

"aw come on, im gonna pick you up tonight at 7, and we're gonna have a good time."

"i cant stand you satoru, your a pain."

"i know, but you love me!" he winks. "be ready at 7 or else im gonna have to fuck you till your crying next time."

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