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coffeetheactualjellii · 3 months

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"Diluc x Male Bodyguard Reader"

Content: Smut, aftercare, and enemies to eventual lovers.

Smut Content: Anal, Oral (reader receiving), Use of Aloe Vera as Lube.

A/n: Hello Guys! It's finally time that i uploaded this lol, but the thing i promoted this as is true it is co-written by me and my ex-girlfriend/situationship lol. Btw this might be a oneshot or a three part series depending on how well this does and if she still wants to co-write with me.

A/N update: [[ Me and my ex are no longer in talking terms as of now, because she got a new partner and its weird that Me (her ex) is asking her to write smut with me lol. I might write the following ones by myself. ]]

!!MDN!!

Word count: 2.2k

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Kingdoms Fall

The three Kingdoms in Monstatd live in harmony in the Continent of Teyvat.

You work for the Ragvindr family as the personal guard of their son Diluc. The Reign-ing Monarch of the kingdom of Krasi as one of their soldiers.

The family has always been very traditional, royalty must marry royalty, Future king gets the throne regardless of the eldest daughter or not. Y’know, the basics. Now as a soldier you’re never close to any of the royals, the closest you’ve gotten to any of them is a simple “yes, sir,” or “Yes, ma’am.” Now you were assigned to guard their oldest son, Diluc Ragvindr. Keep in mind, this man hates you, he doesn’t like the thought of having a personal guard let alone a guard at all. Your duty as his personal guard is to follow and take note of his every single move, where he goes, what he does, even what he says.

Today the prince is training with some of the guards. You watch closely as he takes down the soldiers one by one slightly impressed by his skills. He takes the soldiers down one by one, leaving bruises and even some dislocated limbs on a few of the soldiers.

You see Diluc, a tall young man with crimson hair and autumn eyes. He’s a strong young man and it shows through his body shape and tight leather clothes. Diluc turns to face you, pointing his index finger directly at you. “You’re next.” He says with heavy breath and a raspy baritone voice as if he’s talking to a rival, a nemesis, an enemy.

As you stepped out onto the battlefield you and Diluc began to circle around each other, threatening each other death stares, gradually walking around each other, round, and round, and round you go.

When the call was made Diluc ran at you giving you a good hit in the chest. You returned the gesture by kicking him in the leg sending him down on one knee. This battle went back and forth, over, and over, and over again. One minute you would have the upperhand, the next he would have the upper hand. About what felt like hours (which was actually just 15 minutes) you won the battle pinning Diluc to the ground with your leg against his back holding his hands bound behind his back.

“Okay! I yield! I yield! You win!” He yells from underneath you with heavy breath and an annoyed tone.

You stood up walking away from the man and standing with the rest of the soldiers. Diluc is surprised by you being able to defeat him, you could clearly tell that he’s pissed about it and that thought brings you joy.

An hour later; The prince is currently taking a nice bath as he washes off the residue from training, you are standing outside the curtain, listening in on him washing, scrubbing, wiping, whatever a prince does in a shower.

You continue to listen in on him scrubbing away until it stops…

Nothing…

Absolute silence as you wait for the prince to say something, you begin to get worried. Even if it’s the prince you couldn’t help but take a peek just to make sure that the prince is okay, but then you see him, naked, and standing there… staring.

“Ah, so the personal guard has interests?~” He says in a teasing manner as you quickly close the curtain, a crimson hue appears on your face as he walks towards you, he opens the curtain, widely to show the prince standing there… Naked

“My apologies prince, you had me worried for a second there.” You try to explain but it seems that Diluc doesn’t believe you, you can hear him chuckle a little bit with the same teasing tone.

“Are you sure, cause… your cheeks sure do say otherwise.” He says in a teasing manner, suddenly you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer and through the curtain into the bathroom as you feel another hand on your face forcing you to gently look behind to, seeing Diluc with wet hair forces more blush into your cheeks basically turning you into a tomato of sorts.

You notice a sly smirk on his face as he pulls you closer, even through the thick leather you’re wearing you can feel his wet skin against you. As you stare deeply into his eyes you notice something there, not the usual spark of hate you had been used to, not the hint of boredom he usually had when you two were alone. It’s something new, something you thought you would never see, not when he’s looking at you anyways, the longer you stared, the more you noticed. It was, Lust?

Yes, it is, lust in the eyes of a prince? That couldn’t be, he hates you, despises you, how could a prince like Diluc have lust for a soldier? It’s against the royal code, against all rules, against the whole royal family line… But it’s there, and you know it.

As Diluc begins to lead you backwards still holding you by the waist, without warning he turns your face back kissing you passionately. You had no time to react, not time to stop him, but then you noticed it… *Are you enjoying this? No, no, you can’t, this is against all moral code, against what being a soldier is about*. Half way through contemplating your life choices you feel Diluc slip his tongue into your mouth tasting yours, you couldn’t help but let out a low groan at the taste and the feeling.

Diluc pulls you back by the waist slowly bringing you closer to him as you feel his naked, et chest press against your back. His every touch on you sends a chill down your spine. Without warning he turns your head back to face him as he kisses you passionately before trailing down from your lips to your neck and so on to your collarbone. You can feel his lips on your skin as he begins to leave hickeys every here and there.

As Diluc breaks the kiss looking at you with a chuckle, you can see the need in his eyes, the want he has. “I see you enjoyed that.~” He says with another tease before kissing you, slipping his tongue in your mouth, tasting every inch of your mouth earning another low groan from you.

Half way through the kiss you feel something running up your thigh, something warm, something soft. The kiss is interrupted by a sharp breath in as you feel something on your crotch, holding it, rubbing it through your pants as you moan deeply into Diluc’s mouth. Diluc breaks the kiss letting out a low chuckle as he looks at you deeply in the eyes. As the feeling of his hand continues to massage your crotch rubbing up and down forcing a few low moans out of your mouth.

“I see you like it.” Diluc whispers into your ear in a low seductive tone as he continues to rub against your crotch.

Out of nowhere you feel his hand slip into your pants slowly pulling them down as you watch with heavy breath, the red returns to your cheeks as you feel his hand make their way to your skin. You can feel Diluc’s breath against your ear, your heart beating faster with each stroke of his hand.

“Ah!~♡♡” You let out a sudden moan as you notice his hand wrap around your dick moving up and down slowly.

You can still feel his breath against your ear as he lets out a low chuckle, then moving his hand slightly faster earning more and more moans from you. Half way through the ‘session’ he pulls your face to look at him as he kisses you passionately still rubbing your crotch and making your knees shaky. Your moans muffled into his mouth as hand continues to move faster and faster on your cock. Soon you eventually came all over the floor and his hand as you pulled away from the kiss throwing your head back onto his shoulder letting out a final goran. Diluc looks down at his hand covered in hot cum and sweat before he looks back up at you with a low chuckle.

“You took that so well.” He whispers into your ear leaving a slight kiss, you begin to take this chance to catch your breath and your heart.

You are then forced to turn over facing him as he pulls you closer for a kiss teasing your dick in the process. You begin to feel him removing your shirt now undoing it button by button and peeling it off, pulling one arm out of each sleeve at a time eventually completely taking your shirt off. Diluc then begins to kiss your neck and leaves a few love bites going down to your shoulder, getting elicit whimpers from your mouth, trying so hard not to moan loudly.

Diluc begins to lead you out of the bathroom he drags you to the bed pushing you down and laying you out now completely undressed, as he trails his kisses back upwards meeting your lips.

As Diluc continues to kiss you passionately he brings you legs up still rubbing lightly against your dick, halfway through this process you notice another feeling, despite him rubbing against you in such a way bringing you close to ecstasy. You notice his hands travel towards your ass until he circles it with his thumb “ahh look at your pretty little ass” he says You get a hard shock on your ass as you realise he just slapped your ass leaving a red hand mark on it. “♡A-ahh♡♡!!~” A loud moan escapes your lips as you feel the sharp feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. “hmm i didn't know that my little knight was a slut.” Diluc whispers into your ear as he gives you another hard slap on the ass, probably now leaving a bruise.

Diluc walks to his Vanity and gets a jar of Aloe vera (that he uses for his hair Normally) he walks back to the bed putting the aloe vera in his night stand. His dick was 5 inches, he started to rub his cock and now it's rising it's about 6 inches fully hard.

Diluc leaned down to rub your dick with one of his hands and his other and started to circle around your small virgin hole “♡A-ah♡♡!~” You let out a whimper as you feel his fingers enter your hole, stretching it out just a bit. After he takes out his finger and puts some Aloe vera and uses it as a Lube, he continues to push his fingers in and out as you moan. Feeling his fingers begin to go deeper into you, reaching as far as his finger can go.Then he adds a Second You can feel his fingers pushing in and pulling out causing you to bend forward arching your back allowing Diluc more access to your asshole.

He adds a Third finger and he slides his fingers up and down Over, and over, and over again pushing into your asshole and pulling out forcing moans out of you as you are forced to cover your mouth in order to stay quiet.

You let out a low groan at the feeling of Diluc removing his fingers from your ass. You then notice that his dick is hard and it’s obvious. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain as Diluc slips his dick inside you stretching your tiny hole.

You can hear a few low groans from him as he lets you adjust to his size for a couple of seconds. Soon he begins to thrust into you slowly, he gradually fastens his pace, he begins to build up his speed and over and over earning a few moans along the way. As he continues to thrust into you, you begin to moan louder and louder with every thrust eventually forcing the prince to cover your mouth.

“Shh. We don’t want anyone to find out now do we.” Diluc whispers into your ear as he continues to thrust into you faster, and faster, stretching out your hole to its limits as he lets out a few low groans. A few tears fall down your cheeks, as he continues to thrust into you faster and faster eliciting multiple gasps and whines out of you. High pitch squeals and heavy breaths escape your mouth at the feeling of his massive cock inside you.You then feel something warm and slimy enter your hole as Diluc cums into you leaving his cum and some of your blood all over your now stretched hole. As he begins to catch his own breath, he lets out a satisfied grunt as he falls beside you lying on the bed heaving and satisfied before reaching over to you for a warm kiss as he pulls you closer

. ”Hmm, is my little knight satisfied?” Diluc said pulling out of your ass, your legs were kinda sore so you stayed lying down ;Diluc went back to the bathroom. When he came out he has a towel wrapped around his waist to cover his complexion and a damp towel that was put into some warm water to clean you up.

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the-kr8tor · 9 months

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This is my first time doing this 👉👈 but can I please request a Hobie x reader fluff where reader and him went to the beach (probably using his boat lmao) and reader comes back all sun burnt. Sunburn + how much hobie likes physical touch cannot go well together I imagine lmao

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting ❤️ I love your prompt sm, it's so adorable 🥰 hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

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"Ow ow" you hiss out, waddling back inside Hobie's houseboat. He's been gone for a bit, answering a distress call from his two-way radio, taking a pause on your little beach vacation, you hope he's okay.

Taking Hobie's houseboat to the beach was a spontaneous decision. You briefly mentioned to him that you haven't been to the seaside in a while, missing the cool breeze and the salty water.

So here you are, burnt to an almost crisp, from your face to your legs. You fell asleep on a lawn chair, waiting for Hobie to come back from being Spider-Man. Oh man how you deeply regret shutting your eyes, you swear it was only for a few minutes. You lift your left arm checking the time, you wince when your watch grazes your tender skin, deciding to just take the watch off, you see that it left a mark on your wrist, a huge difference to the rest of your skin.

"Fucckk!! nooo!" You screech out, already dreading what your skin would feel like in a few days, especially when it sheds. You stop in front of Hobie's fridge, littered with various magnets, concert flyers and your little doodles. You open it, carefully avoiding the door from touching your skin, the cold air helps, you try not to grab an ice cube and place it on your warm skin, but you know it does more harm than good.

You wish you brought your trusty aloe vera cream with you, instead, you settle with hydrating from the inside, gulping down a bottle of water, little droplets falling on your chin down to your chest.

Hobie whistles out, he's as tall as the door, arms easily resting on the top, nonchalantly leaning on the doorway "should've came back earlier, if you told me you're gonna put on a little show" he hasn't noticed your inflamed skin with the lights shut off.

Hobie runs towards you, arms stretched In Front of him, eager to hug you. Your eyes widen, he bounds towards you, it's too late to stop him, his arms embrace around your tender form, leather vest scraping on your warm skin.

"Wait! Hobie! Ow!" You yell out, pushing him off with your palms. You instantly feel guilty from pushing him.

He immediately lets go, thinking he might've poked you with the spikes on his suit "shit, you alright?" No ounce of malice in his voice.

"I'm sorry" you say meekly, flailing your arms so that the slight breeze calms your angry skin.

He notices the pain in your voice and your weird flailing, "don't be, what's wrong?" Hobie asks, concerned.

You close your eyes briefly, the pain slowly subsiding, but a dull pain still throbs on your skin.

Hobie reaches out to you, but you quickly move away from his touch, he retracts his hand, sadness creeping in, is it him? What did he do now?

As if you can read his thoughts, you quickly put a stop to his thinking "I'm sunburnt, Hobie" you press the nearby light switch, showing your inflamed skin.

He sighs, relief flooding his senses "well shit, lovey, what happened?"

"I fell asleep while you were gone?" You say it like a kid waiting to be scolded, because you did exactly what he told you not to do while he was away.

Hobie puts his hands on his hip, oh you're definitely gonna get a talking to. "On the chair outside, I bet?"

"Mm-hmm" you nod, face apologetic.

"Even though I practically bathed you in sunscreen?"

"Yeah"

Hobie guffaws, he can't help it, with your face looking like you broke his precious guitar, and the fact that you still got sunburnt despite lathering you a few hours ago with a lot of sunscreen.

"It's not funny" you say dejected, wincing when your frown pulls at your skin.

Hobie breathes out, calming his laughter "Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he reaches out again for a comforting hug like he's used to, but he brings back his arms when he remembers your aching skin.

He misses your touch already.

"You laughed at my misfortune" you pout, winching again when it tugs at your warm skin.

"Love, you're the cause for your own misfortune" He teases, mimicking your voice at the last word.

"But Hobie, it hurts" you try to tug at his heart strings. You stomp your foot, huffing out.

Hobie thinks you're so adorable right now, despite your little tantrum.

He chuckles, closing his smiling mouth immediately when you scowl at him.

Hobie closes the small distance, his hands hovering over your face, careful not to graze your sensitive skin.

"I'll take care of you, yeah?"

You look at him through your lashes, "you'll get my aloe vera cream from my flat for me?" Batting your eyelashes for extra effect.

"That and more" he wishes he could kiss you right now.

You notice him staring at your lips "I'll give you a hundred kisses when I'm better"

"Just a hundred?"

"A thousand and one then" you smile despite the pain.

"I'll take it" He can't wait for you to heal.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

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creedslove · 9 months

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MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥- PART TWO

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: when Joel finds out even his brother is settling down, he decides to go after you and try to be happy with the woman of his dreams: you 💞

(This is the second part of the story MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥 )

Warnings: angst, sad!joel, arguments, love sick puppy!joel, fluff, happy ending, two stubborn idiots in love

A/N: Hi besties!! I know it took a little longer for this part to come out but here it is! I hope you all enjoy it and forgive me angsty besties but I cannot give our husband Joel a sad ending 🤧 he deserves to be happy!

3k words

Joel knew jealousy was an ugly feeling, no matter the reason that caused it - if he felt jealous of his partner, or if he felt jealous of his things because he didn't like to share or when jealousy was just an euphemism for envy whenever someone got something he desired and couldn't have. It was a human feeling, he knew people were bound to feel that way and it was alright, as long as it didn't harm anyone, everybody eventually had one of these feelings here and there, as it was also popular knowledge we can't control our feelings.

Yet, he still felt pretty bad when he realized he was jealous of his brother, when Tommy broke the news to Joel he was going to be a dad.

Tommy was the kind of man who seemed to refuse to grow up, he was hard-working of course, no one could say anything at all about that, but when it came to his personal life, he acted like a thirty-something year old man child. Girlfriends would come and go, he often got himself into trouble, having to hide away or something, eventually fighting angry boyfriends and a husband or two when they found the younger Miller had his filthy hands on their women. Perhaps watching his older brother having to mature so young after getting his girlfriend pregnant, getting married just to be abandoned with a baby to raise on his own made Tommy feel the need to enjoy his life before shit got serious just like it happened to Joel, but a part of him knew that maybe he should be more like his older brother, more responsible with his love affairs, more committed to the girls he liked, just like Joel often thought that perhaps he should be the more like his younger brother, relax and enjoy life now that his daughter was in college, and Joel had more time to himself. Neither of them would admit it though.

Joel stared at his brother, who was sitting on the couch across from him. Resting his elbows on his thigh and face buried between hands, taking a deep breath before he could think of anything else to say.

Tommy was going to be a father. He'd found out about it the day before, when his girlfriend, Maria, came desperately to the small office downtown Joel had recently rented to be the headquarter of their construction business, a place where they could manage the red tape by storing documents, hiring someone to take phone calls and organize a working schedule. Joel is hardly ever there, he is usually out doing the actual business, but his little brother used to be there more frequently.

So he got pretty shocked when Maria barged in with a bunch of pregnancy tests - all positive plus another blood one. And in the blink of an eye, it seemed Tommy would have to become the responsible brother from that moment on.

"So what's your plan Tommy? You're gonna be a dad, are you even marrying the girl or what?"

"I-I was hoping to stick around with Maria for a few months…"

Joel snorted, he had let his brother 'stick around' for a few months just before he could get settled and that was when Sarah was in highschool.

"Yeah? And then what? When the kid is born, where are you putting the crib? In the garage? Cause we ain't got no space, Tommy!" Joel saw how Tommy's face fell, he felt angry because he knew his brother had potential, but god, it infuriated Joel when Tommy thought his older brother would be able to handle everything for him.

On the other hand, Tommy he'd been next to Joel all along through the most challenging task of raising his daughter, and even if his brother was laid-back, he had to help him.

The older Miller took a real long breath and looked at Tommy's scared eyes

"I'll help you Tommy"

Joel didn't remember the last time his brother hugged him, it was probably when they were kids, but Tommy did hug his older brother, so thankful to know his brother would offer him help.

"Hey bro…" Tommy said with a relieved smile, looking at Joel "you help me out and I help you out: Y/N is back in town for good… apparently she quit or was fired or whatever, and she's staying at her grandma's and she is working downtown… next to our office" he winked and left.

And that information was what made Joel's jealousy spike even more. He was jealous of his brother, because Joel was the one who wanted to become a father again, he wanted to have you come to him and break the news, he wanted you to be carrying his baby, having to move in together, get married and raise your baby Miller together. He wanted all of those things with you, because his heart ached for you, for your touch, especially for the past month, he couldn't simply get your visit out of his mind. He replayed that night over and over, thinking of what he could've done to make you stay, he'd been in love with you and that was no secret at all, but he'd made you go away because he thought he was doing the right thing for you. He thought that by making you chase after your dream, you'd be happier, because he always loved how intelligent and strong you were and how you would definitely reach your goals if nothing held you back. He just assumed you'd be better off without him, without being trapped in that normal, simple suburban life and maybe he was right, maybe you were better off, making money and working in a job you loved, but god knew he missed you, he craved you, your presence, your touch, the way he obsessively kept the watch you'd kinda gifted him on his wrist all the time, or how he found himself unable to throw away the delicate, colorful paper bag you'd brought in his cupcakes. Sometimes he thought he was going mad, but in reality, he was just broken hearted to have let his happiness escape like grains of sand through his fingers.

That night, Tommy decided to take Maria out for dinner, they were both over the moon to know Joel would help them for the next few months, allowing them to stay in the house. Whenever Sarah came to visit from college, then they'd have to rearrange some things, and his heart weighed in his chest to know you would've been the first one to assure Joel he was doing the right thing and that even if things were a little crowded in the house, your place in his bed would be there. Tommy had invited Joel to go with them, but he declined, he definitely didn't want to be a third wheel during such a special moment in his little brother's life and also the fact he wasn't just good company, Joel was upset and quiet, as he couldn't stop thinking about what Tommy had told him: you were back, for good.

That fed his silly heart with hopes, knowing you were back in town, no fancy job between the two of you and as much as he wanted you to succeed, if things didn't work professionally for whatever reason, maybe you could still be happy when it came to love? However, you hadn't got in touch with him, so maybe, it meant you didn't want him anymore? If that was the case, you wouldn't have showed up at his birthday, would you?

Joel had so many unanswered questions and he didn't want to be trapped inside his mind, so he gathered the courage he needed, grabbed his truck keys and decided to drive to your place. He was going to see you.

You helped your grandma get comfortable in bed and smiled at her, she was getting weaker each day and it was difficult to watch it without being able to do anything about it and pretend it isn't affecting you that much. You'd been back in town after being fired from your job and it felt kind of a relief if you were going to be honest with yourself. It paid well, but it also took away your mental health in the months you'd been away, combined with the heartbreak after your break up, you could say you had been through one of the worst times of your life. Not that things were great now that your grandmother had fallen ill, but at least you were home, you had found another job at a small publisher downtown, similar to the one you had, but the demands weren't as stressful and the environment wasn't toxic, which comforted you. The money wasn't as much, but you couldn't complain, and once you moved into your grandma's you were already saving up with rent, at the same time she would be assisted in case of an emergency. It broke your heart to know lately she'd been asking you a lot about Joel and also giving you the talk about the importance of finding love in life and not being alone, you knew deep inside it was because she feared dying before seeing you happy with someone she really hoped it would be Joel.

You placed the blanket over your grandmother and wished her a good night of sleep, but you felt her grip on your wrist before you could walk away.

"Have you talked to him?" She asked in her tired voice

"You mean Joel? No grandma, I haven't.. not since his birthday, at least… why?"

"Because you love each other and it's just stupid how the two of you try to deny it" she grunted "I just want you to be happy, and I know you will find happiness next to Joel, he's the right man for you.."

"Grandma I-" you frowned as you were cut off by the doorbell, finding it odd someone would show up at that hour but excused yourself, relieved to have a distraction and not having to discuss that subject with your grandmother.

You ran downstairs curious to see who would possibly be knocking and also getting ready to ditch them, when you opened the door and got surprised to find Joel standing there. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, looking visibly shy to be there

"Joel? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly and saw he shook his head

"Not really, I just want to talk to you… may I come in?" He asked politely but took a step further even before you could give him permission, so you just opened space and closed the door behind him, welcoming him into the living room and offering a place to sit, but he refused

"I need to talk to you, Y/N and I will get straight to the point: I love you, I always have and I'm sure I always will. Making you go away was a huge mistake, I thought I would do something good for you, I thought it would help you to leave me and get yourself a nice job, so you wouldn't be trapped with me, I want you to have the world, and I'll give you everything I can, even if you deserve more…"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Joel? You said yourself I was just an adventure to you and nothing else! You said you would never have a family with me, you told me you were just excited by the fact I was younger but you were tired of me" you immediately replied, you could feel the anger building up inside of you, how dare he break your heart, shatter it to pieces only to come back a few months later with a puppy face and say he wanted you back.

"That was all bullshit, you don't get that? I knew that if I just tried breaking up with you, you wouldn't take it, you're stubborn and fierce and you would have fought for us, so if you thought that maybe I didn't love you like you loved me, maybe you'd go after your dreams…"

"Who did you think you were to try and decide what was best for me? You thought I would've chosen money? What do you take me for? A snotty little rich girl? Fuck you Joel, you broke my heart, you treated me like shit and now you want to convince me I wasn't just some fuck for you?"

"I bought you a fucking ring, Y/N, a ring! I was ready to propose to you, what do you want to believe in me? Want me to get on my fucking knees and propose to you now? Because I can fucking do it!" He raised his voice, losing his temper with you. Joel often loved how fierce you were, but now was certainly not the occasion.

"Fuck you and your ring, Joel! I don't want either of you" you spat at him, angry tears pooling in your eyes at how disturbed the argument with him left you.

"W-what?" He asked after some time, it took him a few seconds for your words to sink in, his eyes were big and hopeful, and you hated yourself to see you were hurting him, at the same time you couldn't help a petty feeling take over your senses and the need of hurting him overshadowed you.

"You heard me, get out Joel. You and I are done, you said I was just an adventure to you, but maybe you were just an adventure to me, maybe I was just into the thrill of having the attention of an older guy and now the thrill is gone…"

You looked down ashamed to stare at him in the eyes, because you knew if you watched them fill with tears you'd get on your knees and beg him for forgiveness. Just like when Joel broke up with you and he turned his back waiting for you to leave, you did the same, incapable of facing him.

The man walked out the door defeated, Joel grew up in a time where he was taught men shouldn't cry, but goddamn it felt hard not to. He'd been crushed by your words, the woman he loved, and there it was: the rejection he thought wouldn't come. Joel had a box with an engagement ring in his pocket and a broken heart in his chest.

He was about to get inside his truck when he heard his name. At first he was sure it was just his mind playing tricks, but when he heard your voice calling him again, he turned around, blinking away his tears so you wouldn't see them and raised his eyebrow, wondering what you could possibly want. Another round of insults and humiliation? But instead, he was taken aback by your arms wrapping around his waist the moment you buried yourself into his chest. You clung to him as you sobbed, your grip tight around him, as you mumbled apologies and other things he couldn't quite comprehend. He looked down at you without moving for a few seconds, until he gave in and finally wrapped his arms around you too, holding you as tight as you held him.

He rubbed your back up and down and cooed at you, trying to get you to calm down.

"I-I'm so sorry Joel, I really am… I was horrible to you, I was so mean and cruel to you, I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me, I didn't mean any of it" you said all at once without even managing to breathe.

He kept silent, watching your crying face and had an insight of what having a child with you would be like - a baby girl, who would have the same beautiful eyes glistening with tears whenever something bothered her.

His thumb went for your cheek, caressing it gently at the same time it wiped your tears.

"I understand if you don't want to forgive me, Joel, but I swear I didn't mean anything I said, you love me don't you?" You whispered as your hand stroked his face "I love you too Joel, you could never be just an adventure, you're the love of my life, I'm sure of it" You confessed, still feeling the guilt of hurting him stabbing you like a hundred knives.

You got on the tip of your toes and gently pecked his lips, your hands holding his face between your grip as his hands went for your hips, holding your body against his as he deepened the kiss. Joel was confused, he was upset, angry, relieved all of that mixed up, but above all, he was feeling hungry. Hungry for you.

You could've spent the whole night lost in his arms, feeling his lips against yours, having missed them so much, but eventually, you two broke the kiss. You watched the man with anxiety and anticipation, he was still silent and it was unnerving.

Joel placed his hand into his pocket and found the box, getting on his knees in front of you and displaying the ring he'd bought nearly a year ago. It wasn't expensive, it was all he could afford, but he knew that if you meant your apologies, if you meant your love words, you wouldn't care about it at all.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart skipping a beat the moment you saw Joel falling onto his knees right in front of you and showing you the ring. You didn't even understand why Joel kept saying it was a cheap ring, when in reality it was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, you gasped and bit your lips, unable to find any words.

"Marry me…" it wasn't a question, it was a plea, you could read it in his eyes, Joel needed you as much as you needed him.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you Joel" you told him, getting on your knees in front of him, kissing his lips and shaking softly, but being immediately engulfed in his arms.

Joel put the ring on your finger and you chuckled, kissing him again.

You two were meant to be and there was no way of fighting that.

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A/N: can Joel Miller propose to me right now please? 😭

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #tlou show #tlou fanfiction

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months

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Hello! I absolutely love your vampire spawn!Tav fics! That’s such a unique idea and I’m in love with them. If I may, I’d like to request one where Astarion is starting to grow more fond of them, and Tav, being the clumsy vampire spawn they are, gets found out and threatened by someone, leading to protective Astarion 💞💞 Thank you!

<3 im super happy ppl like this so much!

did my best with this

taglist @ghostinvenus

Mother once told you "Lovers do not prove their love through words, they prove them through actions." Those words stuck with you, a sort of mental checklist to reflect on when you have a lover. As a child, you saw how your father didn't speak much, very stoic, but he showed his love through his deeds.

When you stare up at Astarion, his arm around your body as he keeps you close to him, that dark gleam in his eyes as his lip forms a condescending smirk. He will kill the four Gur who dared to claim your life.

You want him to spill blood, to kiss those soon-painted crimson lips, to feast on each other after feasting on these mortals.

"Let's go." You whisper trying to fight the beast's hunger within, "They are just doing their duty." It hurts to say that but you do not want a confrontation.

"No, I don't think we can go, can we, Gur." Not a question for he already knows the answer. He can smell their hatred, the sweet racing of their hearts echoing, "Hide." Astarion has seen you fight, both feral and with your mind intact. This is not to take away anything from you but… Of course, this is just for fun and he is making sure no hunters will be on his trail for right now.

But, he finds himself worried about you. This vampirism is still new to you and your morals often get in the way of you fully embracing your power.

"Astarion–"

"Either hide or watch." He will not be persuaded on this.

The campsite is slaughtered. From what the farmers around the area say: they will not be missed.

"We cannot hunt alone anymore." His fingers tracing the rope burns on your arms, "Bastards." They laced radiant magic into their ropes to keep you bound in their camps. "What were you thinking going over there!?" Very clearly upset by your decision. "Playing hero nearly got you killed!" You nod in shame as that is actually why they caught you.

See, you went there to help them. Something about hunting a creature that has been eluding them and terrorizing the travelers on the road. And when Astarion warned you about helping them, you ignored him in favor of doing the right thing.

"I'm sorry." He stops applying the aloe oil to be kissed by you, "I should've listened." Another kiss. The hum is all you get as he still fronts being very cross with you. "I love you." Another kiss.

Those words from you would stir his heart if it wasn't un-beating.

"Hm," He tilts his head up as if stopping you from kissing him yet nearly cracks when you kiss his throat, "I might forgive you." You kiss the exposed portion of his chest by his blouse, fingers dancing up his thigh.

This isn't seduction, no, you are playing with him and suddenly pouncing on him with a hug.

"I'm sorry!" Laughing as he has to endure your kisses with no escape.

Sometimes he can't believe you.

#fanfiction #reader insert #astarion x reader #anon ask #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion

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starsomens · 4 months

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So we’re talking about brat tamer Noah huh? *cracks knuckles*

This man will make it his goal to either leave you a crying mess from overstimulation or a crying mess from not letting you cum. It genuinely depends on his mood and/or what you did to piss him off.

He also loooves to fuck you as relentlessly as possible when you brat out to him; “can’t fuckin talk back to me when you’re stupid off cock huh princess? Is that all it takes? Hmm?”

He’s just super condescending with you as well. He gets off on your reactions; “oh look at you sweet girl, just absolutely desperate for my cock aren’t you? Oh look a that look on your face, it’s absolutely pathetic. If you wanted cock so bad all you had to do was ask sweetheart, you didn’t have to go causing trouble like the dumb whore you are”

This man will also refuse to fuck you sometimes because he’s that mad. He will instead have you bound to the bed with a vibrator in one hand on your clit, and fucking you with a dildo with the other hand.

But when you’re an absolute princess for him, he’s praising you and making you cum until you’re crying. He’s in your ear telling you how proud he is of you, how well you’re taking him, how much of a good girl you are for him. The whole nine yards.

No matter how pissed he gets with you, the aftercare is always sweet. He’s drawing you a bath and washing you off incredibly gently. Putting an aloe cream on your ass if he spanked you pretty good, making sure you drink at least a glass or two of water and have a snack before going to sleep, and puts your hair into braids after (something he had Jolly teach him after he started dating you). He always makes sure that there is no doubt in your mind that you are loved and cared for by him. At the end of the night, you’re his baby. His forever.

🌶️! OH! OH ! OH! OHHH! WOW!

But I do agree with aftercare. He can be the meanest person when he’s being a brat tamer, but the aftercare is of the upmost care and tenderness and love.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #star’s anons✨#bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fanfiction

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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NOW PLAYING;

♫ TRACK 7; This Love. (steve harrington’s version)

. 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:45 .

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warnings; this does follow the timeline of season 3, mentions of r almost getting hurt, steve getting hurt - ya know :(, r & steve are broken up … BUT surprise, surprise, dialogue is not the exact same from the scene.

an; thank you for requesting. i always wanted to do something based on s3 and now i have the excuse to do just that.

requested by; @hollandweather

to request, click here!

'BUT YOU WERE STILL GONE, GONE, GONE.’

STARCOURT MALL. 1985.

Tight grips bruise each of your arms, your head hangs as you watch the floor pass behind you.

Your heel is almost lost somewhere, but you’re thrown onto a chair before it can come off.

Your name is gasped out by a voice before someone else repeats it. Your hair is gripped and head pulled up as your eyes land on Robin and Steve. Another person works on the leather bounds around your wrist.

Robin looks fine, a couple of bruises on her knees.

But Steve looks like he was beaten an inch from his life.

You wince a bit, glaring at the man. “They’re tight enough.”

He grins a bit, before looking over as a Doctor and another man steps through the other door.

He paces in front of Steve before stopping in front of him. He bends at the waist.

“Who do you work for?”

“I told you! Scoops. Scoops Ahoy! Do you think I’d be wearing this stupid outfit?!”

The man sighs and lifts, sending a slight nod at the Doctor.

You watch quietly as he reaches for something before standing in front of Steve.

“Hey,” You call out, fingers stretching out. “Hey! Don’t- What is that?!” You look over at the man who was laughing at something said in Russian, before Steve is pricked behind the ear.

Your heart breaks at the sound, arms yanking in the restraint. You knew it wouldn’t work and you didn’t know what you’d do if it did.

You knew you’d be dead.

But better than Steve being dead.

Robin’s next. “No! Leave them alo-” There’s a stinging to your cheek that effectively shuts your words off and a sob leaves your throat.

“Now,” The man says, smiling, he bends at the waist again. “Who do work for?”

Steve smirks a bit. “Scoops Ahoy.”

You feel a stinging down your finger and you let out a small scream, staring at the pliers pulling at the nail.

“Okay! Okay! We-we heard the code over the radio, which is stupid by the way,” Robin is quick to speak up. The sting slowly dies down as he pulls the pliers away. “Why would you-" She cackles. “Why would you broadcast it to where everyone and anyone could hear it?”

“Right! If you and Dustin could decipher what the code meant,” Your eyes widened at the boys name. “Then anyone could!” Steve laughs.

“Steve.” Robin says, not finding it too funny anymore.

“Who is this Dustin?”

“Dustin Henderson. Short. Curly hair. Annoying.”

“Steve.” It was your turn to grit out his name.

Before anything else could happen, there’s outside commotion. Steve smirks up at the man.

He huffs and demands the man next to you to stay put before walking out.

“Steve, Robin,” You say. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.” Robin.

“I feel good actually.” Steve giggles. Giggles.

Before you could say anything else, there’s a war cry and a buzzing sound. Your eyes watch as Dustin Henderson zaps the guard.

He falls to the ground, hitting his head. Erica is quick to run towards you, pulling the binds away. You quickly thank her before sliding off the chair and making your way towards Steve.

Your hands immediately cup his swollen and bloody cheeks, you’d almost forgotten how, despite how beaten he was, soft his face was. “Steve, you okay?” He stares at you, a goofy smile on his face. “Are you okay, sweetcheeks? Been missin’ me?” His words were jumbled, but you could tell what he was saying.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, before glancing at Dustin and Erica who looks confused. “They gave them something.” You explain quickly.

“Explains why they’re both so happy all of a sudden.” Erica concludes.

🕊️

Erica had promised to watch the two, but didn’t follow through.

You couldn’t be mad at her, she was pulled into something no eleven year-old child should be pulled into.

Your heart hammers and you push the mens bathroom door open, eyes glancing around the room.

“That’s the men’s bathroom,” Dustin points out. “Someone could be in there.”

You turn towards him, the door closing behind you. “I don’t care, Dustin. I’m just trying to find them before they run off somewhere and get themselves killed.”

You step towards the women’s bathroom, pushing the door open. You see Robin and Steve in the same stall on the dirty floor.

A jealousy settles in your chest. “What are you guys doing? We thought they had found you!”

They both stare at the three of you, before glancing at one another.

They suddenly burst out laughing.

You clench your jaw, fist forming at your sides. It was cute that they both thought it was so funny, but you didn’t find it funny. Not at all.

You turn, pushing your way out of the bathroom that had suddenly grown too hot and too small.

🕊️

Billy’s grip on your neck makes your nails scratch at his arm, legs kicking at his own.

You were hoping he didn’t notice El crawling away from the big, slimy, melted-people monster.

But he did.

He’s quick to throw you against the wall, the breath leaving your lungs all at once as your chest hits the ground next.

Your slow make your way onto your hands and knees, coughing as silva drips from your mouth and you greedily try to suck in air.

You ignore Billy’s scream and the roar, but Max’s has you on high alert.

You try as quickly as you can to stand, feet aching and blistered, probably red and bloody.

Your eyes watch as Billy’s body falls onto the ground and the ground shakes as the Shadow Monster does the same.

Black covers the front of his shirt and drips out of his mouth. You make your way towards El, kneeling down beside her.

“Are you okay?” You push some of her hair back. She nods, hand gripping yours before leaning her head against your chest.

You’re quick to hug her.

She’s then pulling away to hold a sobbing Max in her arms.

🕊️

3:35am.

Your arms were burning from the shower you had just taken, rubbing the washcloth rough enough to leave red marks. The lotion wasn’t helping at all.

There’s a knock at your window that makes you flinch, heart beating in your throat now. But once you see the head full of hair, you releasing a breath before walking over and unlocking it to push it up.

“You could’ve knocked,” You help him through. “My parents aren’t here. They had a-”

“Business trip,” He sighs. “Yeah. I know.”

You were both friends before having a short relationship, both sets of parents worked with one another.

So when one was gone, the other one was gone as well.

“I just wanted to check on you.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets.

You nod a bit, moving towards your bed and sitting down as you pick at a loose thread.

“I’m okay. Are you?” You peek up at him.

“Excellent. Took two Advil before coming over.” He steps over, sitting next to you.

You give a small smile, before looking down at your lap.

It was silent. Comfortable, surprisingly, but it was almost deafening.

“I’m sorry-"

“I just-"

You both stop, huffing out a laugh. Steve points at you. “Ladies first.”

You smile a bit. “I just. . .” You didn’t know what to say, so instead, “I was scared.”

He looks at you, tilting his head. “Of what?”

You tug at your bottom lip with your teeth before looking up at him. “Of losing you,” You nod. His face softens, shoulders sagging slightly. He stays silent to let you finish. “I was scared of losing you,” It was more certain now. “When they dragged me in there and I say your. . . your face, you looked like if they did one more punch, you would’ve. . . Would’ve. . ."

The words stop because you didn’t want to say what you meant, let alone imagine it.

“Hey. . .” He reaches over, thumb wiping away a tear you didn’t even notice had fallen. “Hey, come here.” His hand drops to your bicep, pulling you closer.

You scoot closer to him, the comforting scent you’d grown up around invades your senses. Warm vanilla, slight oranges, cashmere, and if you really take a deeper breath, there’s slight caramel.

It’s all Steve.

His hand soothingly rubs up your back, gripping your neck. “Hey. I’m okay, I’m here. They didn’t get me,” His hand pulls around to hold your face. “They’ll never get me.” He smirks.

You huff slightly, dropping your head as you shake it. He drops his own, staring at you through his lashes.

“I’m okay,” He repeats, softer this time. “You don’t have to worry about losing me.”

Your eyes meet with his warm ones this time, nodding. He smiles softly, eyes darting down to your lips before back up to your eyes.

His thumb tugs softly next to your lip.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You nod, not letting him even finish before leaning in. He meets you halfway, lips intertwining with yours carefully.

Your hands are careful when they land on his face, thumbs softly rubbing against his skin softly.

He kisses the same - soft, slow, like you were going to slip away.

He slowly pulls away, nose nudging yours with the tip of his. You smile softly, nudging his back.

“I’ve missed you.”

You open your eyes slowly, pushing his hair back, staring at him for a moment.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

🕊️

‘THIS LOVE IS ALIVE, BACK FROM THE DEAD.’

thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are welcomed and appreciated! 🧸

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!readed #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #joe keery x reader

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twidiam · 10 months

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The afterlife seems awfully nice, full of flowers and freedom.

This struck me in a vision and oh my i love how this turned out. Might post an alternate more angsty version but I'm not sure

Anyways here's the flowers used in their crowns and such, they all have special funky meanings according to the Victorian flower language :D

(typed below cause half the time i can't even read my own handwriting)

Gladiolus - Honor, Resilience, Strength of Character

Fennel - Force/Strength

Shamrock - Lightheartedness

Crocus - Cheerfulness

Bouvardia - Enthusiasm

Orange Anemone - Expectations

Tuberose - Dangerous Pleasures

Aloe - Bitterness/Religious Superstition

White Snowball - Bound

Pink Belladonna - Silence

Blue Adonis - Painful Recollections

Cucumber Flowers - Criticism

Thistle - Retaliation

Allium - Unity

Blue Borage - Abruptness

#genloss #generation loss #rgbtrio #gl!ranboo #gl!sneegsnag #gl!charlie #gl!slimecicle #generation loss fanart #genloss fanart #ranboo fanart #sneegsnag fanart #sneeg fanart #charlie slimesicle fanart #slimecicle fanart #generation loss the social experiments #genloss spoilers #i suppose #twiddyart

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cosmiclion · 3 months

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Think I finlly have an idea of what I want to do with Alois in my Familiar AU, might make more changes but this is more a brainstorm so bear with me 🙏 (Discussions of some canon-typical dark stuff under the cut plus it got a bit long lmao).

What if, instead of directly being taken from the village by the head of the Trancy estate, he was kidnapped by the same people who kidnapped the twins, at around the same time (meaning he was 6 years old), who then sold him to that pervert. Before being sold he met the twins and formed a brief friendship with them while they tried to comfort each other.

His parents were still alive, and little Luka (I think it's not clear what their age difference was but I don't think more than three years) grew up hearing about his big bro. When both parents died he was left alone to suffer the mistreatment of the villagers.

The contract with Hannah goes the same as in canon, but when she's about to take his soul he begs her to find his brother and protect him, as a last wish. She promises she'll do it and feels bound to that promise.

Since Alois was way younger when he got him, instead of outright abusing him the man grooms him from the beginning and the boy grows up thinking such behavior is normal and not knowing any better. He also inherits the estate.

Somehow Hannah finally finds him. She passes as a maid and infiltrates the estate and, after earning the man's trust, one night she simply makes him die in his sleep. She then reveals herself as a demon to Alois and tells him she's been sent by his brother, but Alois hates her for killing who he thinks is the only person who has ever loved him. However he can't get rid of her no matter what he does.

Eventually she earns his trust too (mainly because she just won't go away) and, with time and patience, helps him understand that what that man did to him was not, in fact, love and was plain wrong. She also helps him understand and process his trauma and try to heal (she's not really introverted and subservient in this AU, and acts more as a firm but patient mother).

By the time he's 13 he's better adjusted, although still having issues (mainly with attachment) and still having a similar personality to in canon (with some parts of it very mellowed out). Hannah has officially become his demonic foster parent, thus mirroring Sebas and Ciel. She decides he could try going to Weston.

OCiel studies at Weston in this verse too. When he starts studying he and Alois meet again. They remember each other but Ciel doesn't tell him he's not really Ciel, just that his brother died, and none tells the other what they really went through.

Alois has tried to make friends since he started at Weston, but he can be too overbearing and exhausting to be around, sometimes just unnerving, and has a bad habit of not respecting people's boundaries. The other boys (at least most of them) are polite and civil with him and will work with him if school activities require it, but they try not to interact with him too much.

While Ciel and Alos's personalities couldn't be any more different, the former still offers his friendship to the latter (in his own way), gets the other boys to really know Alois, and even helps Alois work on himself more and learn to get close to people without scaring them away (he might have shouted at him a couple of times when he got too clingy but that's part of the learning process ✌️).

Alois didn't remember his real name and Ciel only remembered him saying he was called Jim when they first met. Either way Alois has fully embraced his new name and decided to create his own legacy.

His biggest fear is being abandoned. His second biggest fear is people finding out about his past and being disgusted by him.

I haven't decided yet if Hannah reveals to Alois that she took Luka's soul or if she tells him he simply died. I need to think how it'd go either way.

Also still haven't fully decided what to do with Claude and the triplets or if to include them at all. Maybe I'll include them but I'll make them Just Be There for no reason bc it'd be funny.

#not eli's art #eli rambles #text post #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji au #kuro familiar au #black butler #black butler au #alois trancy #luka macken #ciel phantomhive #our ciel #ociel #o!ciel #hannah anafeloz #hannah annafellows #not yoi

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greelin · 1 year

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like nine times out of ten if you get an aloe-centric beauty product it straight up smells sweet. they add shit to change the scent. where the FUCK is the oniony aroma you bastards. your cowardice knows no bounds. it’s sick and UNNATURAL

#<- is a freak and enjoys just normal aloe

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 5 months

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The Burial of Jesus (Isaiah 53:9-12; Matthew 27:57-61; Mark 15:42-47; Luke 23:50-56)

38 And after these things, Joseph from Arimathea, being a disciple of Jesus, but concealed through the fear of the Jews, asked Pilate that he might take away the body of Jesus; and Pilate gave permission. So he came and took away His body. 39 Now Nicodemus, the one having come to Him by night at the first, also came bearing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred litras.d 40 So they took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths, with the spices, as is the custom among the Jews to prepare for burial.

41 Now there was a garden in the place where He was crucified, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had yet been laid. 42 So on account of the Preparation of the Jews, because the tomb was near, they laid Jesus there. — John 19:38-42 | Berean Literal Bible (BLB) The Berean Literal Bible © 2016 by Bible Hub and Berean Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Genesis 50:2; 2 Chronicles 16:14; Matthew 26:12; Matthew 27:57; Matthew 27:60; Mark 14:8; Mark 15:42-43; Luke 23:53; John 19:14; John 19:20

#Jesus #crucifixion #death #burial #garden tomb #John 19:38-42 #Gospel of John #New Testament #BLB #Berean Literal Bible #Bible Hub #Berean Bible

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writeandartdump · 2 months

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The temple of Viper

-The sky had bled,as the sun died in the horizon beyond any valley or dune.And soon it faded from crimson cold to grey,as night’s chariot raced through the now quite earth.When every conversation had stopped and all worries had been forgotten,under the warm shade of a home.But a lone traveller such as yourself cared little for such things.The warmth of a home could not warm your soul and though you could use a warm meal to warm your gut.The beauty and serenity of the wonders of the world was almost enough to feed your spirit whole!If it wasn’t for your growling stomach.The sand grave that was the dessert you dared cross,but your wits and years had you survive this whole ordeal.Sleeping under the sand during the day and navigating the cold ground through the stars.Avoiding dehydration,starvation,scorpions and snakes for three days.The only thing that wouldn’t kill you was a few withered plants and rare ruins of whatever this place could have been in it’s hay day.By the fourth you made it by a lush river bank,with fruits and clear water.Animals of all sorts gather to drink in it’s banks.Shedding your heavy and sand filled clothes you decided to bathe in it.The cold rushing water cooling your body in shivers and making your tiered aching muscles numb.Though you were covered during your travel the nasty burns from the sun on your hands,feet and face made themselves known when your head dipped below the surface.A quite hiss leaves your pursed lips as you resurface.Not a minute longer you swim back to shore.You check through your belongings and grab some dried valley flowers and soak them in a bowl of river water.From your heavy cloth bag you retrieve some aloe Vera and grad a handful of mud by the river.You mix the now hydrated valley flowers with the mud and apply aloe Vera on your arms,legs and face.The burn just a dull ache as you wait for the aloe to dry.And you apply your herbal mud mix and finally you sigh in relief.Looking for a decent place to rest you spot a banana tree,swiftly grabbing your things you settle under it’s shade.Grabbing a couple of leaves you wrap them around your arms and legs,and lay on the grass and with a final breath you fall asleep.Next morning comes when the sun is still young and small but you had awakened sooner.Washing your dirty clothes,cleaning your bowls and pots and taking note of all you had.As you finished putting on your boots and scarf,you turned to the sun,stretched out your arm and put your fingers between the horizon and it.

-“…4am…”-,you muttered,counting your fingers as if to count the hours.Grabbing your bag you followed a path by the river going north,leading you deeper into the lush rain forest.Although small and overrun by overgrown and wild plants,a path was still clear.And the more you followed the less untamed it became.It’s way revealed to you old columns and monuments,with ancient runes you hadn’t seen in your many travel.After all,travelling between regions has bound to have you at the feet of a house of prayer,for whatever deity it worshiped.Praying on a local god for safety in travel is common practice for travellers.And having the years and tears of a wonderer you are surprised to not even recognise the writing on the walls of these ruins.But soon you find yourself oddly,again before a temple as you clear the path.

-“…hm,so this is it…”-,you hummed under your breath as you behold the centrepiece of all the monuments you encountered so far.And you began the walk towards it.The temple was tall,made out of chipped grey stones covered in moss and vines.It was a simple square pyramid.with a box like room at the very top and a flight of wide smooth stairs leading to it.As you climbed up,you notice the faded carvings in every nook and cranny,depicting vague shapes you couldn’t quite decipher.Reaching the entrance of the high temple took long and all you found inside was a statue of a snake god with it’s head cut off.Though everything else was rather tidy,even though it was dirty.The offering table was empty and beside the stone table there was nothing else but carvings.These ones clearer.Reading through them you recognise the hieroglyphs.

-“…Jamil…”-you utter the name of the lord of this temple and it seems as though the building creaked at the mention of it.

-Jamil,snake god of order and chaos,servant of Kalim god of prosperity and festivities.You know of this because in the many parts of the scalding sands,celebration of the god of gold and his folklore is tradition.In an east southern,by the east coast of the Red Sea in the writings of a temple you noticed an snake like god on the left of Kalim’s mural.Curious you asked one of the high priests and they told you the folklore of how the two snake gods that created humans and beasts offered humanity to the gods,to forgive their sin,the procreation of monsters.And so serving the gods became humanities duty.But in older tales and books of magic such as The Book of Jints,speak of sheyatns bowing before the gods for redemption.And in some myths the snake gods offered their son,Jamil.As payment for their karmic debt.Thus was born the demon servant of Lord Kalim.But in the face of time and history,his stories are but the wind howling a dead tongue in peoples ears.Being that you were here might as well make an offering and a prayer.After all this was foreign land and to have divine protection from it’s god during your travels seemed not for naught.You would need to camp out here anyway.Until you got the forest mapped out anyway.That alone would take you a few days.You leave your things neatly in the corner and go out with a pouch and a bow to fix yourself something to eat and offer.Although eating what you offer isn’t considered good prayer etiquette.By the time you return with two birds and a hare,the moon has claimed the heavens.However that didn’t bother you too much since moonlight illuminated the temple stairs at your return.You make a fire by the entrance and clean your catch before cooking it in an everything stew.Meat,mushrooms,berries,fruits and random herbs you had on you.As the pot comes to a boil,you pour some stew on a bowl.Cleaning the offering table a bit you made your offering,burned some incense and sang a prayer before eating your own food.That night you slept by the feet of the snake god’s statue,behind the offering table.The only spot where the cold breeze couldn’t thaw your feet as you slipped into a restless slumber.

-The building creaked and groaned as it settled in the wind,that easily slipped into the cracks,billowing.But amongst the white noise a distinct sound could be heard.That of the grinding of stone on a rough surface.It was slow quite and it echoed so you couldn’t even distinguish where it was coming from.Your subconscious mind was to tiered to powerless and to afraid to awake and face whatever fearsome creature made such noise.When suddenly a tail dropped from above the ceiling with a not so subtle thud.It was long,and it wrapped around the now cold bowl of stew.Slurping sounds came from the dark ceiling where you couldn’t distinguish where it ended or where it began.A clawed hand slowly reaching for your frame,inching towards your face.As at it reaches your ear…it gently grazes your cheek and you stir but don’t awake,and the hand retracts.Only for a thin silk to be draped over your figure from above.

-"...it's been so,long."

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The Dark Arts Teacher - Tom Riddle x reader

Chapter One

The corridor was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the cold stone walls. Symbols and runes etched into the surface, giving off an air of mystery and danger. Y/n L/n made her way slowly down the narrow passage, her heart racing in anticipation. She couldn't believe it - after years of trying to find information about the Dark Arts, finally, someone had taken notice. And not just anyone either, but Tom Riddle - the most mysterious and confident student at Hogwarts.

Rumors swirled around him like smoke; some claimed he was involved in dark magic, others insisted he was merely playing a part. But one thing was certain, he was different from everyone else.

As Y/n turned the corner, there he stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze flickered over her before landing on the small leather-bound book tucked under her arm. "Interested in the Dark Arts?" he asked casually, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his sudden appearance out of nowhere. "Um, yeah..." she stammered, feeling embarrassed yet strangely excited by his attention. "I recently purchased this book on the subject," she continued, holding up the small volume for him to see.

Tom smiled widely, revealing straight white teeth that seemed to glow in the dim light. "Excellent choice," he said approvingly.

"It's rare to come across someone with such keen interests these days." Y/n felt her heart skip a beat at his words. Was he flirting with her? She couldn't be sure, but she found herself growing more intrigued by the moment. "Perhaps you would like to join me in studying it sometime?" he offered casually, his voice dropping low enough to send shivers down her spine.

Without thinking, Y/n nodded eagerly.

It wasn't every day that someone as enigmatic as Tom Riddle showed any sort of interest in her. She followed him through the corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. What could he possibly teach her about the Dark Arts?

They arrived at a small hidden alcove tucked away behind a heavy curtain. Torches flickered on the walls, casting an orange glow over everything. Tom gestured towards two wooden chairs placed facing each other. "Please, take a seat," he said politely, taking his own chair opposite hers.

She watched as he carefully opened the small book and began leafing through the pages, his finger running over the delicate script. "This is quite a rare volume indeed," he remarked, turning it so she could see the elaborate cover embossed with gold lettering. "Not many people know about these sorts of books anymore."

Y/n felt a thrill go through her at his words. There was something undeniably sexy about the way he spoke - almost as if he were confiding a deep secret. She sat forward, eager to hear more.

Tom explained how the book contained ancient spells and incantations that were no longer taught at Hogwarts. It was said that only a select few wizards knew of their existence - powerful sorcerers who guarded their secrets jealously. Y/n listened intently, her eyes wide with wonder. Could she really learn such things? Would she become one of them?

Tom paused for a moment, looking deeply into her eyes. "Are you ready for this?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/n couldn't help but shiver at his nearness - she could feel the warmth radiating off him despite the chilly air surrounding them. "This knowledge is dangerous, child," he warned heavily. "Once you begin down this path, there's no going back."

Despite her nervousness, Y/n found herself utterly captivated by Tom's words. They seemed to carry an unspoken power that resonated deep within her soul. She nodded earnestly, determined to follow wherever he led.

Y/n repeated the words aloud, watching as tiny sparks of light danced between her fingers. Her heart raced with excitement as she felt the magic coursing through her veins. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - powerful and intoxicating all at once.

Tom closed his eyes, focusing intensely on the task ahead. When he opened them again, they seemed to glow brightly in the candlelight. "Begin with this spell," he said softly, pointing to a page near the front of the book. Y/n repeated the words aloud, watching as tiny sparks of light danced between her fingers. Her heart raced with excitement as she felt the magic coursing through her veins. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - powerful and intoxicating all at once.

As the room filled with the heady scent of burning sage, Y/n couldn't help but glance furtively at Tom, her curiosity mixed with a newfound sense of adventure. The intensity of their connection sent electric charges through her body, leaving her weak in the knees. Despite her initial fears, she sensed a strange comfort in knowing that she was not alone on this journey into the unknown.

The sound of crackling fire echoed through the chamber, bathing their faces in warm amber light.

As Tom guided Y/n through various steps of the spell, he held her hand, his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Each passing second brought them closer together, their chemistry tangible even in the midst of magical study.

Y/n found herself lost in Tom's intense gaze, unable to look away from those mesmerizing emerald pools. Every touch from his hands upon hers sent her heart racing wildly. This must be what love feels like, she thought, a shiver running down her spine.

The intensity of their connection seemed to defy logic – it felt like the very air in the room was electrified. The passion in his eyes spoke volumes about his genuine desire to guide her further into the realms of darkness. Although unsure of where this journey would lead them, Y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her – a hope fueled by curiosity and the thrilling prospect of exploring the unknown.

In silence, the pair continued practicing the arcane craft until late into the night.

Though Y/n struggled to keep pace with Tom's advanced understanding of the spells, his patient tutelage helped her progress quickly. As the hours passed, the room grew steadily colder, but neither of them paid much attention to the discomfort. Instead, they focused entirely on the forbidden secrets they were discovering together.

Lost in the depths of their study, Y/n became entranced by the beauty of the magical symbols etched onto the old parchment. The elegant calligraphy evoked a sense of history and wonder that captured her imagination.

When the sun starting peaking through the windows, Y/n streatched. Tom looked at her with hunger in his gaze. "Let's be done so we can both get some sleep before classes. Let's come back to it tomorrow?" Tom asked.

Y/n nodded sleepily. "Sure. See you later, then," She said as she started to exit the door.

Tom grabbed her wrist, causing an electric current to run through her. She looked at him through lidded eyes. "Yes?" She inquired.

"Don't forget your book," He spoke, handing it to her.

"Oh, thank you!" Y/n exclaimed, grabbing the book and finally walking back to her dorm. She felt that she would not be able to sleep after that encounter.

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