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cosmictheo · 28 days

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𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧

(gif credits to @pascow)

— summary: feyd-rautha was used to have whatever he wanted, it was well known, but so were you; what you desired, was already yours. and what you crave right now, is him. —pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!reader —word count: 1.5k —warnings: death, mentions of killing, blood, fighting (yk the usual feyd), just the reader and feyd-rautha being horny and a slut for each other.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

yes, i'm finally back!! dune part 2 has dragged me out of my cave and has given me inspiration like never before.

Feyd-Rautha was psychotic. Everyone knew it, perhaps the whole galaxy was aware of his very eccentric... preferences and appetites. He was well known for his immaculate and animalistic way of fighting, of destroying anyone who dared to present themselves as his enemy, of anyone who would dare to challenge him. But he was also honorable, proud and loyal to his beliefs, perhaps too self-confident for your own liking.

But every strong man had a weakness, a weakness that could bring them to their knees, to yield, to be left vulnerable. You were Feyd's weakness, rather, his strength, his fortitude, the fire in his veins, the beating of his heart. And it was quite strange and utterly unimaginable to think that someone like Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen would have any feelings at all, there were those who firmly believed that he didn't even have a heart, not even a soul, that he was a demon in human form, a ruthless and bloodthirsty beast, the worst of the worst.

But there you were to prove otherwise.

It had been your idea to actually take him as a husband. Your parents disagreed, of course, for they thought you would be better off alone, after all, you were one of the strongest women alive, you didn't need any man or woman by your side. They called you the Golden Dragon, someone with too much power for this world, you had abilities that the world could not really understand yet, connections with the universe that could not even begin to be explained, the last descendant of one of the most ancient Houses, one that had vanished in time, detached from battles and senseless wars for power, a House that was recognized by that flag with the roaring and menacing red dragon on a golden field. That ancient beast that many thought extinct... until you came to Giedi Prime riding one.

And you had arrived just on his coming of age day, where his favorite ceremony was battles, of course.

You watched him fight the Atreides men from your seat, your mother and father sitting at your sides, watching him as well, all in silence. Your eyes followed his every move, not even pausing for a second to watch the other poor men being annihilated, no, for your attention was solely on Feyd-Rautha, noting the predatory nature of his steps, his precise and powerful movements, eyes darkened with delight, eager for more death and blood.

"He is a good warrior" Your father commented looking at him in awe as well.

"Too much so, I'd say" Your mother added in a naturally stern voice, distrustful dark eyes, observing the gory spectacle.

"He was born for it" Your father continued to comment, turning his head so he could look at you for a few seconds "For slaughter and death. Only to bring that."

"I think he's cute" you finally stated your opinion, voice low and serene, not even having the audacity to look at your parents, for you didn't have to look at them to know that they were both giving you horrified and scandalized looks now.

Your father muttered your name in a warning tone of voice.

"He would look good in our home. He's built for fighting and protect, just like us." You explained, finally detaching your eyes from Feyd-Rautha, who had just killed the last Atreides standing, unleashing a wave of applause, praise and cheers from the audience. "Don't you think so, father?"

Your look was almost defiant, and yet composed, and your father took it as a challenge, but he would never be so foolish as to show any disagreement with you, for what the dragon princess desired, she had.

So, after sharing a short glance with your mother, he gave you a short nod of his head.

"I do."

And so it was settled.

Feyd-Rautha, for his own part, saw you and knew you were meant to be his. He had heard of you, of course, his uncle used to insist that he must behave himself once your family arrived, for you were worthy of having the full respect of House Harkonnen, and that losing you as allies was not an option at all. So behave he did... or at least he tried to.

"I dreamed of you last night."

Was the first thing he said to you, both found in one of the large, dark halls of his home, just a couple of hours after his victorious fight in the arena. The Baron and your father were in an important and pending meeting in which neither your presence nor Feyd's was required, because the whole focus of it was the two of you, and a possible marriage to ensure the alliance and heritage.

His eyes were barely distinguishable with the all the thick blackness surrounding him, his pupils dilated with desire, hands clasped behind his back, as inflexible as ever. He had put his all into making a good impression, his uncle had ordered him to, and Feyd was quite obedient when it came to the Baron's wishes. He was so loyal to that foul man that you thought it was something no better described than adorable.

The thing was that, as powerful and menacing as he was, he was just another man, another pawn into this colossal game of power and thrones. And you felt rather pity for him.

"Na-baron." You greeted him somewhat pragmatically, turning fully towards him, golden eyes gleaming even amidst all the darkness through your gold mask. "It was a good dream, I hope."

"(Y/N) Pazuk, princess." He just took the satisfaction of deliciously savoring the name of your House, pronouncing it in that husky, deep voice of his. He also had the courage to move closer to you, rising from the wall and stepping cautiously, holding your gaze, looking down on you as if you were prey, a small helpless animal under his looming shadow. He then reflected, thinking about choosing the most suitable words... and the most appropriate ones "It was a very good dream."

You were in his territory, his planet, you knew it well and so did he, you were walking straight into the mouth of the hungry beast. Everything that was there belonged to him, he controlled it all and saw it all.

And everything he was seeing now was you. And he was intrigued, captivated even. Because he usually encountered boring and vulgar people, people who were nowhere near his level, people who he liked to torture and make bleed to death. And the thing was, you happened to stand on his level, and even higher.

"Tell me more." You had the courage to order him in a soft tone of voice. He knew instantly that you were testing him, he was smart and knew how to read people well... but you, you were different, he could see it too, you were much more complex than other people. And he was delighted.

A hint of a phantom smile tugged at the corner of his lips just as he stood in front of you, posture rigid and dominant. "You showed me the way. The right way. The way of victory, the way of life."

You swallowed spit slowly and he noticed it, for his eyes descended to your throat for a few moments before rising again to your face, analyzing every expression that passed through your gaze, every gesture of your lips, every sign you allowed him to see.

Then he twisted his head slightly, face turning somewhat mischievous. "You think I'm scary, princess?"

Now it was his turn to test you.

He watched as your lips parted before responding, raising your voice with pure confidence, naturally, holding his dark gaze. "I think you're quite the opposite really, Feyd-Rautha."

He was silent for a few moments, long moments in which he simply gazed at you intently, with his full attention on you, on your body, almost as if he was looking at your pure soul.

"You are my destiny." He finally uttered, you could hear how his voice had wavered more for softness than harshness this time. "Show me the way, my princess."

You managed to feel the warmth of his body against yours. For someone so cold and distant, his body was hot and warm like fire.

"Are you going to ask for my hand?" You ask in a small voice, feeling suddenly intimidated by his closeness. There were very few who dared to stand so close to you, yet there he was, threatening your personal space. "Because here I am, na-Baron."

Before I could answer you anything, you spoke again, twisting your head slightly, barely narrowing your eyes. "You think I'm scary, my lord?"

He had never been so profoundly proud and thrilled by his title as he was at that moment, when you slowly modulated it with your tongue like a purr, your voice tastefully savoring it.

"I think you are beautiful." He immediately responded. "And I want you to be mine."

And so, fate had done it's work.

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aerynwrites · 6 months

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Worthy

Gale x Fem!Reader/Tav

A/N: based on this request! I hope you enjoy this nonny (and everyone else!)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Self-Esteem Issues, insecurity, reader feels unworthy of Gale, comparisons to Mystra, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, fluff at the end, Gale is a sweetheart.

*Not beta read, apologies for any grammatical or blatant errors*

The stars offer you no solace tonight.

Instead their gentle twinkling light seems only to mock you, taking you back to the memory Gale shared with you from his meeting with her.

Mystra.

The goddess who has held so much of Gale’s past in her hands and apparently still seems to have him in her grasp.

Your self worth has always been something you’ve struggled with, especially in relationships. So, when Gale showed interest in you all those weeks ago you had a hard time accepting it, especially when you found out about his past with the goddess.

But you’d started to love past that. As each day with Gale he proved his love for you more and more, with each little action or sweet word. He told you of the betrayal he faced at Mystras hand, how he had been cast aside and now with the orb in his chest…

You shake your head.

All of that has shattered now. That tiny voice in your head coming back full force after your visit to Mystra’s shrine. After Gale had seemed so excited about the prospect of earning his goddess’ forgiveness by giving her the crown.

You have to fight the tears that burn at the back of your eyes.

Even now, Gale is off at Sorcerers' Sundries trying to learn more about the crown, asking Rolan if there are any more tomes he may have on hand.

That little voice is loud tonight. Louder than it’s ever been as you gaze at the stars from the balcony of your shared room at the Elfsong. Telling you that you were right all along. You’re not worthy of a man like Gale.

How can you be? How can you ever compare to a goddess?

The tears finally slip down your cheeks then, unable to contain the emotions that have been building in your chest.

And as if the goddess herself wants to torment you, it’s at that same moment that the door to your room creaks open, Gales' excited voice drifting through the air.

“You’ll never believe what I was able to find at Sorcerous Sundries,” he says happily, and you hear him set something down somewhere behind you as you try to wipe fruitlessly at your tears.

You can hear Gale approach where you're standing, and you turn your face away just as he comes up to your side.

“Rolan truly is a visionary, he was the one able to point me in the direction of-“

A particularly harsh sniffle from you makes Gale stop in his tracks, brows furrowing in concern.

“What’s wrong, my love? Are you alright?” He asks, reaching out to wrap an arm around your waist, hand settling on your hip.

Just another reminder of where you feel you fall short of Mystra.

You step out of his embrace, missing the way his face further crumples, confused at your withdrawn state.

Gale is not blind, nor is he deaf or inattentive. He knows of your struggles when it comes to relationships and your own self image, you’ve told him as much. But things were good - you’ve both made great strides when it comes to your relationship.

So why are you pulling away?

You shake your head, still wiping at the tears that won’t stop. “I’m fine, Gale.”

He takes a step closer to you, frowning deeper when you take a step back. “Clearly not,” he says gently. “Please, you know you can confide in me, as I have you. Talk to me, my love.”

Finally, you turn to look at him fully, face hot and eyes wet with tears.

“Will you go back to her?” You finally ask, voice cracking through the lump in your throat.

Gale looks puzzled. “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

You take a deep breath, chest heaving. “To Mystra, Gale. Are you-“ your words break as you fight back a sob. “She asked for the crown in return for removing the orb, correct?”

“Yes, but I have yet to see why that is causing you such upset-“

“Because she’s a goddess!” You cry, tears coming down harder than before. “She’s offering you forgiveness, for you to be back in her good graces and I-“ a sob interrupts your words. “Why would you ever stay with me when you can go back to her? Why do you love me?”

Gale’s lips part in surprise, eyes widening as it finally settles in why you’re upset. And if you could see through your tears, you would see the heartbreak that displays itself on his face.

“She’s beautiful,” you continue, “and I-I’m this!” You gesture at yourself, heart threatening to snap in two.

How did you ever think he would stay?

You’re just about to turn and leave the balcony, leave the room in an effort to leave before he can prove you right. But before you can escape two warm hands cup your face, thumbs wiping at the tears that still cling to your cheeks.

“Put those vile thoughts from your mind. You are a sight to behold, more beautiful than any god or goddess,” Gale whispers, brown eyes searching your own as he pulls you close. “Mystra may still be my goddess but that is all,” he says firmly.

“I did agree to bring her the crown. But only so she could take this orb from my chest. Forgiveness be damned. I would not care if she took the crown and never looked upon me again,” he admits, thumbs moving down to trace gently over your lips.

“I could not bear the thought of living the rest of my life with you with that threat looming over us. I agreed for you. For us.”

His words are so full of conviction as he whispers them into the air between you, his lips almost brushing yours from how close he stands. You want to believe him, and in truth you do. You do believe him, because he’s shown you time and time again that he chooses you over anything. He even chose you over the crown, the chance at godhood.

Yet that voice is still there, even if it’s quieter than before.

“But…why?” you ask again, voice matching his in a whisper. “Why do you choose me when you’re worthy of so much…more.”

Gale presses his forehead to your own, your noses bumping together as his lips brush your cheek.

“If anyone is unworthy in this situation, it is me,” he tells you softly. “A man fallen from the grace of the gods. I have failed myself and you in more ways than one and yet you still remain by my side. Please…” His lips brush yours once more. “Let me do the same for you. Don’t push me away.”

Before you can respond, Gale presses his lips to yours, arms moving to slide around your waist as he pulls you close.

This time you don’t stop him.

This time you stay. You let him kiss you and let him embrace you as he pours his love into you.

Only when he pulls away do you finally find words.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Gale's lips tilt up in a small smile as he shakes his head. “Do not apologize to me, my love. Just know that I love you to the ends of the universe, and hold that love in your heart whenever those thoughts of doubt try to creep back in.”

You nod, moving to wrap your arms around him as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “I love you too.”

Gale hums low in his chest as he holds you tighter, swaying gently in the cool night air of the balcony.

And when you pull away just enough to look up at the stars…you swear they shine just a bit brighter than before.

#Gale x reader #gale dekarios x reader #bg3 gale x reaer #bg3 x reader #gale dekarios #bg3

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apollodeath · 6 months

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Playing Prey Again?

A/N: I FINALLY GOT IT DONE. Please forgive me if it’s not as good as the first one 🧎‍♀️ I never intended to write another predator/pray kink related fic BUT I’m happy to do it again and again cause they’re so fun and soooo hoottt. Also thank you to everyone who supported my last one I was so worried it wasn’t good. Also sorry for any typos or grammatical errors.

Reader referred to as you, she/her and pet names

König x AFAB!reader

Contains: predator/pray kink, 18+ things 👀crying kink, oral, it gives off dubcon/noncon but everything is consensual.

Summary: official part 2 of Playing Prey so if you haven’t read the first one long story short, reader and König have made up a game called ‘Prey’ they both consent to playing and have set rules for themselves, everything is consensual. Believe it or not reader and König have a safe word in place just in case but it’s never been said.

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König left for his morning run and left you home to do well, whatever. You started by cleaning up the house then sat down watching a show, but really it lead to you scrolling on your phone.

Time had past and you felt you had seen all social media had to offer which lead you to looking through your photos, deleting unusual ones. You swiped through a few until landing on a photo you took just a week ago: König smirking, laying on his back, nude with you on top, you two had just cum and you wanted to take the photo for when he was away, so you had your own special porn. You sighed with a smile feeling yourself heat with the memory of the feeling of him propped up inside you. König always felt so fucking good.

As you reminisced on the photo, right on time, you heard the front door and König’s foot steps in. You smiled and brushed your dirty thoughts aside getting up, walking around the couch.

“König~” you call out walking to the front door and there he stood in his running clothes; a zip up hoodie, now hung open, unzipped even in the cold weather outside.

His under shirt slightly wet with sweat, you couldn’t help but love seeing him sweaty.

“Good run?” You ask innocently but your mind sparked at his mannerisms. Heavy panting, sweat forming and the way his shirt clung to his chest. His smell.

“No. Not nearly what I needed to get my stress out.” He answered while pulling his headphones out of his ears and into the tray next to the door. You knew König had a stressful week with work and training new recruits, so you shook your head in understanding, knowing he exercised to think. Clear his mind of worries or stress.

“Is there anything I could do to help? Maybe run a bath? A massage?” You ask tilting your head to look into his eyes and show your genuine sympathy. König locks eyes with you and steps closer towering over you, so easily for he is taller then anyone else you know.

“Ja. You can help me.” König grabs your jacket off the coat rack, never breaking eye contact, you suddenly feel small and in danger as he pushes the jacket into your chest.

“Run.” He says sternly yet almost a whisper, like if what he’s said is a sin meant for only you to hear.

“S-sorry, what?” Your heart skips a beat registering the word right after your response.

“I said, Run. I won’t be repeating myself.” He said sternly, his voice growl-like. A true monster.

You feel like you couldn’t move fast enough, taking the jacket from his grasp, turning around and running to the back sliding doors. Your heart races faster than time it feels, pounding already from the sudden game play. Prey so suddenly and so early in the day makes it so exciting, so devilishly hot.

You swear you hear König start running at the same time as you, god can’t help you if he has. His strides are massive compared to yours, not to mention his stamina. König was built to be a predator for sure and he knew that.

The fear of him being right behind you causes you to panic more and jump off the-two step-porch that lead into the backyard, you rush across the lawn to the forest. You already feeling your lungs burn from the cold air, it’s so crisp out with a slight fog. It’s freezing, but you could careless. Your temp runs hot from being turned on about the chase, cheek rose tinted and nose slightly too.

König actually did chase you to the back door, only he paused watching you jump from the porch and off into the woods, he smirked and felt the burn in his chest run down his spine to his cock just watching you sprint. Like a fresh doe who’s finally found her legs while running from a beast. He slipped on his sniper hood, breathing in the predator he is, his eyes heavy with desire. The desire to chase and devour, the feeling of taking you and ruining you, the thought made him radiate heat. His teeth clenched together. He wants you to spill your insides all over his cock, while you whimper and plead for his mercy. Which will not come easily.

You rush yourself not stoping you have to push yourself, your breath is heavy but you mustn’t give him you so easily.

‘He didn’t say a time’ you thought.

‘Is he behind me?’ You thought more ‘I can’t hear him’ you took a quick second to look over your shoulder and nothing only trees and a distant house. This kind of calms you, but still keeping up your run. You break from the straight path going right leading to a heavily wooded area and down a small hill. The paths were sometimes big enough for a car to drive on and others were just enough for one person to walk, those are the ones you chose most of the time or you’d make your own path. The paths were out of view or so you hoped. There was a couple big rocks; you knew were there, but so did he.

‘only a short pause here.’ You thought.

You crouch down finally putting your jacket on, you honestly forgot you were holding it. You chose the wrong day to wear a tank top, inside the house you had the heat on but out in the forest seemed to be freezing even mid day like this, the sun still wasn’t hot enough to warm it.

You got up slowly looking around and moved out of the rocks, deeper into the forest, a path you had taken before but, deciding to switch up and go farther left, you slowed on running and just kept a steady pace, your breathing was catching up even though your heart still pounding.

König always seemed to know where you were even when you had lost yourself in the forest he knew. He knows.

You hear leafs rustling making you squat behind a tree quickly and looking in the direction of the sounds.

‘There’s no way already?’ You think, but it’s simply the wind moving fallen leafs then a bigger gust shaking the leafs that have yet to fall. You swallow hard being a bit scared, embarrassed that the wind made you think you’d been caught but König was good like that and quiet, you’d never know unless he wanted you to.

You get up and start walking but it turns to a jog then run as your mind races. He could be close, he could’ve already spotted you, now playing with your own mind, you feel the fear of the game prey, but also the excitement, your pussy heats and starts softly coating itself.

You find a couple trees and bushes you haven’t seen before squatting behind them, you put one knee on the ground, ready to sprint if needed.

You began slowing your breathing once more, closing your eyes to ease your mind, resting your legs as they have began to slightly sting from your running up and down hills and carving your own paths in this forest.

You had gotten good with covering your tracks, not stepping on twigs and if you noticed mud or soft ground you tried avoiding it or covering your foot prints.

You open your eyes looking around and where you sat wasn’t very open and actually great coverage from all angles.

You wait a while; thinking of how scared and unprepared yet, of how hot and bothered you felt. The feeling filled your gut with mixed emotions but your heart fluttered with desire and your mind buzzed with survival instinct.

You stayed in place listening, hoping you wouldn’t be found.

You slowly moved out of your spot after some time had past in silence.

You took light steps away watching the leafs under you crush quietly you hope they don’t tell König where you are. You keep up a nice stride through the forest keeping your head on a swivel. You see a place up ahead that seems out of sight and a good area to just sit for awhile. The closer you get to the area with two overgrown bushes and a couple trees you realize it’s kind of a small place to sit behind the bush against the tree and when you do your head pokes out right above the bush.

Sigh.

You start getting up using the tree to steady yourself as you step out of the spot. Sounds of moving make you turn around quickly.

‘Please no I’m doing so good’ you think.

looking in the open, you spot the thing making noise.

‘König?!’ You think but you realize.

A real Deer, eating something off the ground and you slowly start to back up as it lifts his head up to look at you. It’s antlers taller the König perhaps, you couldn’t really tell while slowly walking back from it, its fur was dark brown and seeing it was kind of magical.

‘I hope it’s friendly enough to just leave’ you think not really knowing if they were violent seeing you in their home.

Your back bumps against something hard making you gasp loudly which makes the Deer turn and run away. You turn quickly, heart pounding and its rock… a start of a cave that seemed rather deep.

‘I think that might be too far… tooo scary.” You thought to yourself.

You hear the sound of something approaching and your heart still quick with all the jump scares so you decide to start running, heavy breath and your mind wonders if it was dumb to not hide in the cave. You try and clear your mind and keep your eyes on lookout and your pace conserved.

You hear something… maybe the leafs under your feet? The sound of foot steps? Another deer? You look back keeping your jog up, just over your shoulder, you see him.

König is maybe 10 feet away running towards you, seeing this you start spiriting harder then before you push yourself to your full speed even though it feels like he’s running only at half his full speed and he’s closing the gap.

You feel your chest heat in excitement and a slight fear but just seeing him desire took over. You see a clearing up ahead and decide to pass it but you think:

‘Maybe I can trick him’ you look back and he’s so close. His foot steps are so loud behind you, you feel like it’s a whole heard following you, you’re panting heavy now and your horny thoughts make you wanna lay down and get your pussy mauled already. You know with how long he’s been running and searching for you he was hungry for you; after the week he’s had he’s ready to tear you apart, become the animal he is out there but inside you.

You reach the clearing and turn as if you were taking it left speeding up and then cutting down a path on the right you knew there was a heavily wooded path you could get lost in; you hear a slide followed by a crash and his hand nearly grabbed your back missing you. Looking over your shoulder once more, König had tried keeping up with you and turned on the lose dirt at full speed and slipped slightly his knee and hands catching his fall it didn’t stop him much from getting up and running again. You took the couple seconds to get lost in the trees and you finally found another path switching up and you turn around no sight of him.

‘I have to keep going. König must be pissed at falling’ you think.

You run some more and turn around once again looking around, he’s not there.

‘He’s slowed down?” You think and once more you look over your shoulder and with a thud you knock into him. König’s so strong he barely budged. His hands wrap around your upper arms squeezing you tightly to lock you in place.

You thrash around screaming out of fear and shock. You try ripping away but he’s got you tight.

“Let me go!” You holler.

Your eyes wide and staring at the masked man.

‘how did he get in front, how didn’t I hear him.’

he truly struck fear in you at this moment your heart felt like it could’ve exploded from its rate. You tried once again pushing off him or trying to; he just pulled you closer, so close his eyes felt like knifes and his hands are so tight he’ll make your arms bruise. His chest heaving up and down you can hear his breath deep in his chest. You feel your legs shake and your pussy begs for him.

“You almost had me” his voice raspy his accent thickly dripped. “Too bad Meine Maus, Meine Doe is so slow…” he teased slowly with a hidden smirk. You thrash and squirm hoping to get lose but he chuckles at your attempt. König starts to push you to walk backward.

“You’re so small out in these big woods I almost lost track of you…” he pricks you up bringing you eye level, your feet dangle and he makes holding you look so easy. “but when you stood at the cave entrance I knew there was a percentage you’d run away.” König chuckles to himself “I still waited in the corner. In the shadows of the cave hoping you’d step in… so innocently” you could practically hear him lick his lips and you knew under that hood he had a devilish grin.

“Please~” you beg not to be let go but for him to take you, for him to ravish your body.

“Please? You beg for mercy but I will not show you any.” He then takes you closer to his body making you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops to the floor which makes you lay on the ground.

König unzipping your jacket, ripping your tank off exposing your bare chest and his mouth immediately takes mouthfuls of your soft skin in his mouth making your back arch off the ground, rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, your mouth goes slack and you gasp in pleasure. His mouth works little red and purple bruises on your chest.

König’s hands are working on pulling off your pants and once they’re thrown to the side he can’t help himself from sitting back on his knees and watch himself peel your wet panties off, the way that there is a tiny wet spot on them really makes his cock twitch he thinks to himself ‘she smells of heat.’ You look down at him your breathing labored you catch König in a desired daze as he throws your panties to the side.

You take this opportunity to roll to all fours and make a run for it, you feel your adrenaline rush getting two feet on the ground, nude with only shoes on and everything slows when you feel a heavy hand on your ankle yanking you back tripping you to fall and König climbs on you pinning you down.

“Stop!” You scream out but you really mean don’t stop keep going, all the way. Please.

He pulls his hard cock out his breath is heavy and he pushes in you all the way; making himself whimper/grunt.

“Shut up!” He says raspy through tightened teeth.

“Fuck~” he whispers, thrusting hard; his thrusts make slap sounds between you two, your gasp and soft whimpers drive him to keep going hard and fast, his cock kinda stings from stretching you so fast which makes you whimper and stifle a moan. König reaches up from your hip grabbing a handful of your tit squeezing tight. After a couple blissful minutes or so the sting inside you slowly replaces with one of the best feelings, you tilt your head back, your eyes rolling back, he’s done it. He’s fucked your orgasm out of you in minutes, your walls start pulsing and milking his huge cock.

König’s never been so rough, his hands are holding you so tightly his cock is relentless in your soft warm cunt. He bites his lip and can’t help but moan out whimpering at every pulse, your pussy clenches in rhythm as he chases his own orgasm, you come down and slowly feel yourself becoming so over sensitive you whimper and whine “please!” Tears softly leak but your cunt leaks more as chills spread over your body and König continues just fucking his heart out he curls his back in towards you and he feels that familiar feeling crawling in his core; his balls slapping your ass at a steady pace.

König leans his chest on thrusting as much as he can fit in you, over and over. His mask slightly covers your face as he leans in and he licks your jaw then biting your neck a bit hard still panting hot air on you. He holds your skin in his mouth like it’s his last meal.

Hello feels his core burning and his knees slightly sting while digging into the ground. He pushes up to get a full picture in sight of your body jolting with every thrust.

“You’re crying so pretty for me… my sweet doe” he grunts out in between thrusts. You feel your body building another orgasm and your heart pounds and your chest burns and sweat sticks to both you and König. He suddenly loses rhythm in his thrust making you realize he’s almost done. His body is flexing tight his legs locking in place, his ass tight.

“Wait Im gonna cum again” you beg for just a few more thrusts but with the sound of your cries it has König spilling his loads inside you, hot streams of cum puddle in you and out of you as he still tries to thrust, his mouth hung open slack from the feeling of his orgasm his eyes rolled back and his body shook with tingles.

He tries to continue, but ends up pausing, catching his breath; he slides his cock out slowly. He’s panting so hard. You bite your lip looking at him feeling your orgasm at the edge slowly fade back slightly and all you want is to get that last orgasm and König wants nothing more than to give it to you.

König pushes your legs up to lay on your lower tummy then picks up his hood to expose his mouth and latches his mouth on your cunt rolling his tongue and sucking at your clit making you moan out so loud you’re sure you heard birds fly from their nests.

He laps at your clit as his fingers find their way into your pussy fucking you just as fast as his cock. König moans/whimpers at your sweet taste it makes him slightly suck harder. You feel your body shake and flex causing you to shut your eyes tight. Your cunt starts squirting and contracting pushing König’s fingers out and your orgasm hits so hard you see stars; it’s brain numbing.

König rides out your orgasm by licking a few stripes up and down then a few just to clean you up. And to taste you more. He sit back on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then pulling his hood down over his mouth once more. You stay there catching your breath and also coming back down to earth. König’s never felt so much stress leave him at once: seeing you withered away on the forest flood.

“Is my Doe spent?” He smirks feeling himself slightly tired.

You softly nod your head slightly and laugh softly. He chuckles and gets up dusting himself off then tucking his cock back in his bottoms. König grabs your clothes in one hand then picking you up carrying you home like a toddler who’s fallen asleep in the car.

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laluv-469 · 5 days

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synopsis: you'd been growing increasingly concerned with your boyfriend's new secretary at work; a beautiful, older, pink haired woman who'd been making you extremely insecure about yourself. suguru had began to stay at the office longer and coming home later. whenever you had tried voicing your concerns, he'd dismiss it as if it was some ridiculous idea (which it was, as suguru hadn't been cheating whatsoever) however, you didn't believe him. you were sure he'd been cheating and the one time he came home at 12 am after spending an entire day at the office, you had enough. you bickered with the man for a while and finally kicked him out. of course, you couldn't stand being without him so you texted, begging him back home.

content: suguru geto x fem reader, suguru geto x y/n, jjk x reader, smut, angst, fluff, makeup sex, fingering, unprotected, cowgirl, humping, etc etc.

word count: about 2,264

editing this at 2 am, and with the small text? defo apologize in advance for any grammatical errors <3

come home love - you, 1:43 am

? - suguru, 1:43 am

i forgive you, just come here. - you, 1:43 am

…please - you, 1:44 am

i don't understand, y/n you kicked me out. - suguru, 1:44 am

please baby i miss you. ill help you understand when you get here - you, 1:45 am

omw. - suguru, 1:47 am

seen

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you layed in bed holding your phone above your head, legs crossed around a large squishmallow. you had missed your boyfriend’s intimacy, couldn't live without him which was.. concerning to say the least.

the sound of keys jangling came from downstairs, causing your ears and eyes to perk up and away from the phone.

you listened to the door opening and shutting, followed by the sounds of steps coming up the stairs.

“y/n?” suguru called out, his voice echoing from down below..

silence ensued as you hugged your knees tightly to your chest, a feeling of anxiety overwhelming you. you weren't sure how he'd act… angry? cold? or just.. the same as always?

suguru now stood by the frame of your door, taking in the appearance of his emotional mess of a girlfriend that was you. you wore pink shorts and his large gray hoodie, clinging onto it for dear life as tears rolled down your cheek. the squishmallow was clenched tightly between your legs, the poor thing worn out, evident from your desperate dry humping. god, you were a pathetic sight right now, needed to be taken care of.

your boyfriend sighed, climbing onto the bed and laying down next to you. he looked down at your legs, eyeing the squishmallow, then back up to you expectantly.

in a swift yet gentle motion, he swiped the plush away from your legs and threw it to the ground, replacing it with his hand. “we'll have to wash that…” he snuggled up next to you, being so close that his lips rested on the sensitive spot on your neck. “and as for you…”

suguru's hand ran up your inner thigh, lightly grazing the skin, sending shivers down your spine. “why're you here crying by yourself?” he questioned, voice low as well as his eyes.

you mumbled, slightly closing your legs in an instinct response to his cold touch. “mmnh.. missed you..” that's all you could get out really. of course you were ashamed of yourself, you couldn't muster up the courage to even try to speak coherently to the man. you just needed his attention and love.

his lips began to lightly nibble on your neck, his finger running little laps around your inner thigh. “missed me?’ he whispered through the confinement of your skin. he bared his teeth, taking small bites of your neck. “don't kick me out baby, then you won't have to hump your pillow like a little whore.”

you whimpered at his words just as much as his touch. your panties began to soak, the heat from his fingers getting to you. suguru now began sucking on your neck, grabbing large pieces of skin between his teeth and absolutely eating you like an animal.

all the while he ran his fingers up your leg, them finally finding their way up to your shorts. he effortlessly yanked them down and quickly placed his fingers against the wet fabric that was your panties.

he let out a light chuckle against your neck, rubbing against your wetness with two slender fingers “god, what were we even fighting about again? let's not fight anymore, i don't need my little princess being more needy than she already is…”

you let out a hefty breath, your thighs twitching around his hand. “suguru..nn~” you pleaded his name, begging him to just touch you already.

“yes, baby?’ his lips left your neck with a lick, the spot being revealed as extremely red and irritated. he raised his eyebrows in a mock display of curiosity. he lightly tapped his fingers against your panties as they almost began to appear transparent with moisture.

“fuck.. please.” you whined like a dog, bucking your hips against his fingers, beginning to take matters into your own hands. fuck it, you would ride his fingers right here if you had to.

but he stopped you, hastily removing his fingers from the cave between your legs. he pulled his hand back and now with four of his fingers, he slapped your cunt. hard. creating a loud smacking sound followed by your needy whine.

“ah!” you practically yelped as you twitched in response to the cold slap against your pussy.

“use your words, love.” he spoke sternly, his dark eyes glued to yours. he simply watched you suffer, watched your reactions. watched the desire in your eyes grow.

“sugs, p-please just touch me, fuck me… something please..” you let out in between labored breaths and lust-filled eyes.

suguru heard your words and complied, returning his fingers to the warm spot between your legs. he tapped your pussy a few, rubbing it against the fabric, thumbing the clit. finally, he slipped the panties to the side, revealing your soaked pussy. a tear trickled down your thigh, which he scooped up and licked immediately.

with only a few grazes over your entrance, he instantly shoved his fingers inside you, filling the hole you've been meaning to for a while now. you moaned quietly, pleasure seeping through tight lips. he pulled his two fingers out, moving them up to the clit to circle a couple times, then returning to your hole. he breached your entrance again, filling the hole repeatedly with his tall slender fingers. you trembled under his grasp, hips rocking with the motion of his fingers seeping in and out of you.

his fingers kept fucking you, slowly yet ever-so heavenly. your wetness clenching onto his fingers, the cream lingering and dripping down to his knuckles as he reached deeper inside you each time. you moaned sweetly into his ear as his free hand worked to fondle your breast, pressing his thumb to your nipple firmly. both his hands worked to please you, making you feel like you were in ecstasy. eyes shut tight while his fingers seeped into you.

after he heard you gasp, he knew he reached your sweet spot. with this, he pushed his fingers even deeper inside you, pushing the absolute limit. he remained deep in that spot and began to move his fingers in circles, warming up his wrist for more. his fingers once again proceeded to fuck violently inside of you, moving insanely fast in a circular motion as you began to shake with the rising sensation of an orgasm. the squelching sound of your wet cunt grew loud as his knuckles brushed against your pussy lips. his fingers fucked you fast, causing your body to go jelly. you moaned and whimpered and cried into his ear.

there it was, your juices began to squirt everywhere, every direction without hesitation. “aa- aughh nnn!! sugu!!!” you whimpered like a fucking bitch, coating your boyfriend's fingers in your cum.

it wouldn't stop though, you kept squirting and squirting like a fountain. juice leaked down his hand, even fell onto the bedsheets, his arm, everywhere. “good fucking girl, savin' all this juice for me..” he encouraged you, helping you ride out your violent orgasm.

his fingers slowed and pulled in and out ever so gently, fucking the wave away. once the shaking of your legs stopped, he pulled out and presented his fingers to your mouth.

“mmm look at this…” he pressed his fingers to your tongue, then back to his, sharing the juice between the two of you.

suguru then repositioned himself underneath you, in such a swift motion he threw your weight on top of him. you straddled him, sat on top of his lap and already began to grind on his thigh.

he ran his hand down to your ass, squeezing it and ripping your panties off completely, then smacking it hard. his other moved up your stomach, palming it as you desperately grinded against his lap, breath heavy and wet.

“you so fuckin’ desperate for this cock, huh?” he very subtly rocked his hips beneath yours, his erection stiffening beneath his pants. “gotta work for it, baby, ride me how you did that pillow-” he nodded suggestively, allowing you to practically take control.

you nodded back receptively and eagerly, “mhm!~” you lifted yourself off of him slightly, racing down to his pants to yank them off. he helped you take those off, along with his boxers.

his cock sprang out from its confinements, revealing to be hard and already leaking with pre-cum. you quickly rubbed your cunt to it, grinding up and down. you forced it down onto his stomach, getting a small wince out of him. you continued to grind back and forth, his foreskin slipping up and down. you breathed heavily, eager to get this thing inside you already.

suguru seemed to be getting impatient as well, eyebrows furrowed watching your teasing motions. his pre-cum began to leak onto his stomach, the friction of your body against his cock forcing it out. he moved his hands to your hips, guiding you as you grinded against him. your body rolled against him smoothly as your cunt hugged his hard dick, small grunts escaping from his mouth.

sure, he was willing to let you tease him, but he wasn't gonna resist touching. he moved his hand up to fondle your breast as the other one rested on the arch of your back. suguru began to heave, his chest rising and falling anxiously with a weak expression. you rocked your hips against him a few more times before lifting yourself, struggling a bit as you guided his tip to your entrance.

slowly, you sat down on his dick, his entire length seeping inside you. you remained seated and just kept grinding, small moans escaping your lips as you allowed the size of his cock to settle in. his hips also moved, the both of you working to shove his cock deeper inside you.

god, you fucking loved the way his cock felt almost stuck inside you, your tight walls hugging it as it barely budged. you kept your eyes low and heavy and reached your arm to wrap around his neck as your other hand was pressed on his waist for support. your mouth hung open shamelessly as you rubbed your fingers into suguru's scalp. you humped his dick the same way you did your pillow, so-so desperately.

you now felt comfortable enough to lift yourself off of his dick, his tip barely escaping your pussy lips before slamming yourself back into him, getting a nasty moan out of the both of you.

“aghh fuckk~” he groaned dangerously low, eyes squinting with a pained expression. “fuck y/n keep going..” he begged, digging his fingertips into your hips helplessly.

you nodded compliantly, picking up the pace and beginning to bounce up and down onto your boyfriend's wet dick. it curved with each movement, throbbing each time it made contact with you. “su.. gu.. ru.. nnn~” you stretched out his name with each moan, showing him how fucking thirsty you were for him. the sounds of clapping and wet moans filled the room, a dirty yet beautiful melody of mess.

your ass bounced violently against his hips, the curve of your body being apparent as each bounce intensified. each time you felt him hit your spot, that sweet feeling rising slowly. suguru pulled you by your back and down onto his chest, your breasts smushed against him. he whispered into your ear, sounding sweet and grateful unlike before.

“i love you, i'm sorry for being.. inconsiderate.” he grasped onto your hair as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

you could tell he was close, and you weren't following so far behind him. you could barely respond to his sincerity, though, your words blabbering and stammering.

“l-love you too su-gu~” you replied, hips going practically numb as suguru took control, slamming into your core until you couldn't take it.

you let out a stretched out moan as suguru released inside you, ropes of cum shooting up your womb. god, it was a lot of cum and it just kept going, filling you up to your heart's content.

“annnh!~! coming, coming!” you tapped suguru's shoulder frantically as your legs shook violently, your orgasm nearing once again.

you whined into suguru's shoulder before biting down onto it, your teeth marking it harshly as you came all over his cock. he pulled out of you, revealing the mess of stickiness created between your bodies. your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as your juice leaked out of your pussy, falling onto his now limp cock which occasionally twitched in the aftermath of your steamy session.

you sighed, panting tiredly as you collapsed onto suguru. he took you in his arms, rubbing your back and digging his nose into the nook between your shoulder and neck. he kissed the crevice, pecking it all the way from your neck up to your face.

“mmm” he hummed softly, “no one else but you baby, only you.” he whispered into your lips, smiling into a sweet kiss in which you reciprocated.

a small, content smile painted your lips as you lay your head onto suguru's chest, the rest of your body remaining straddled and held tight against his. you two stood like this for a while, enjoying each other's company which you had so badly missed. you hated getting into fights with him, but damn he knew how to reassure you time and time again.

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tarotwithdanise · 1 year

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What is your unrequited love before you find your true love in this lifetime?

ONLY applicable for some whom I think really need this.

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ how to choose a pile? ✧ . ˚

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

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Pile one

four of swords rx-eight of swords-knave of swords-knave of chalices-the heirophant-the sun-eight of chalices-six of chalices.

This person won't spent much of their time discussing their likes with you and won't even bother to look and listen at you when you were talking to them. While, there's no chances for this connection to improve. They always treated you with silent and type of a person who would let you overthink at night when you had an argument with them while they're sleeping soundly and peaceful. They probably calling you when they need you or need something to you or they want something from you. Somehow, you are making yourself imprisoned with this connection, even though it's very stagnant and it can't no longer can survive, no matter how many times you revive and saved it, it's already ended. They tend to manipulating you by saying : "Everyone that I love turning their back away from me and now you will leave me too?" or if not, they always beg their knees just to make you stay with this toxic relationship. This person needs some reflection about themselves, they lack of self-love and how do other's can love them back? If they don't care about themselves. There's no more love and joy, it feels like it ended but it seems not yet. This seems like giving you so many mixed signals. You need to have some self-control if they still pull this manipulative actions to you, in fact when you leave this person lots of doors will be opening for you but you need to forgive them for what they've done to you. It's better to leave past and start moving on rather than you will live beneath the lies of their words.

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Pile two

the world rx-the chariot-knave of chalices-the judgement-ace of swords-the sun-the devil-three of chalices.

Hmmm, this is type of person will talk their romantic interest when the mere of fact they know and aware about how you feels about them. You are behind blinded of the fact you already found the one, your other significant and your soulmate but this is just a masquerade from what's happening in reality. You are the only one who are in love and pursuing this connection, they don't care about it. This feels like a tore between expectations vs reality. You have to decide now and make a choice, if you don't want yourself get bored and cries in the corner because of choosing to want more and keeps fighting for. You need clarity, you need to face and accept the truth because after all this the reality and you can't run away from it. The joy with this connection has been cut, there's no more wondering and being wander.

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Pile three

six of swords-ace of cups-five of cups-3 of pentacles-ace of pentacles-the judgement-the moon-two of cups.

It's very familiar feelings isn't? The feelings that you have found the right for you? Otherwise the feelings of being so far from your truly love, there's no something beautiful to look for with this love perhaps you can be open in other options you have. The world is spinning round and you need to make an action, there's a lot of things to make yourself aside from love and sadness you are currently feelings. Filled yourself up with the sense and sparks of self-love and improvement. If you keep working and worked hard for this relationship and connection nothing will worked out because you were the only one pursuing it. This connection is potion of illusion, it makes you wild and high.

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Pile four

the devil-knight of swords-temperance-the lovers-five of chalices-six of swords-ace of chalices-the chariot.

This seems like an old flame, i'm not quite sure but you and your previous partner decided to end up your relationship perhaps you might be the one who break up with them. However for some sort of reasons, you still missing their presence. There's a grief and longing for your part no matter how much you deny and saying to yourself that you are strong and you didn't care about them anymore. Let's talk about why you decided to end up this relationship? You decided to end this up because you think your partner is too toxic(showed multiple red flags for a relationship) and doesn't get time for you to catch up with them, this why end the game and take everything you can take for yourself and for your betterment. But what's the best to here is that, you are becoming unwavering individual. You are gonna focus more in yourself now and just wait for the right time to love comes at you. Just don't be afraid from the stings of life, it maybe hurt but the path you are rooting for is filled up with honey.

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bluehwale · 2 years

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not what i wanted, but what we need | c.s.

summary. are breakups usually this hard? you don't know the answer to that – choi san is your first love and your first ever heartbreak.

pairing. idol! san x trainee! reader

word count. 1k ish

genre. don't be fooled by the header because this is ANGST (my fave genre <3 don't ask <3), established relationship! breakup! that's it. just angst. san cried. you cried. yeah.,, i wrote this while listening to day6's so let's love so it'd probably heighten your reading experience if you listen to it as well

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"Don't say that."

"_____, listen to me," San pleads, desperately clinging onto his hold on your wrists that you're struggling to escape from, frantically shaking your head over what he just said. "Please. Listen to me."

If his previous statement didn't already painfully clutch at your chest, the sight in front of you definitely would. It's a rare occurence to see the boy cry – not because he lacks the emotional bandwidth to do so, but because he strives to always be the source of joy for others around him. Seeing him strain himself to not let the gathered tears on his waterline fall forces the lump in your throat to grow in size, lodging a sick feeling in your chest that worsens the shortness of your breath. Still, you won't, can't, let him go without putting up a fight. "I won't hear you. You don't mean that."

You don't even notice the tears that slipped out your eyes until San shifts to place his thumbs on each side of your cheek to wipe them away. The corner of his lips curl into a shaky smile as his pupils trace over every detail of your face, as if this would be the last time he gets to see you.

"We both know this day would come," he softly starts, gently brushing his thumb back and forth in hopes of comforting you. Much to your distaste, your body instinctively reacts as it always does to his touch; calming down your rapid breaths to a slower pace. "We're not supposed to last and you know that."

There's a crack to his voice as he said it, as if he himself understood perfectly the implication of his words but refuses to let the fact that it's happening right now sink in. His head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to caress the underside of your face and pull you closer to him. His smile morphs into a crushed expression at a closer look of your face, the realization that he'll probably never get used to the absence of you and your warmth causing a tick to his jaw.

"But I love you," you say, hoping the three words reign enough as a reason to make him stay. You edge closer to him, feeling your hands inch to wrap underneath his arm and rest your head against his chest, memorizing the thrum of his heartbeat.

"I love you," you repeat.

"So do I. So do I, angel. I love you so much, you have no idea." San cradles the back of your head to his chest, placing his chin atop your head, letting your bodies bask in each other's embrace.

"But we know we'll get tired of this. The hiding, the distance, the waiting," he continues. "We could barely keep up with video calls and texts while I'm away, and with your upcoming debut, we'll barely have any time for that."

As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since his debut a couple months ago, you barely see each other due to his busy schedule and him flying overseas. You can see through the exhaustion he tries to hide in video calls when he forces himself to stay awake just to see you. You're so unimaginably happy for him to finally achieve his dream of debuting, but a selfish part of you hates it for taking him away from you.

But you get it. You understand. You have the same dream as his after all.

You peer up at him, your teary eyes unblinking while you drink in his soft eyes and prominent dimples as he flashes you a small smile. The silence tells him that you agree to what he said, as much as it pains you.

"So this is it then?" you whisper, grasping the back of his shirt tightly, in fear of eventually having to let it go. To let him go.

"We'll still be there for each other," San rasps, a choked out sound that barely escapes his throat. He's trying his hardest to hold back his tears and puts up a show of maintaining the smile on his face that you know is for your sake. To show you that everything is going to be alright. That, maybe, just as this relationship isn't meant to last, then this break wouldn't last either. "I'll always be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'm here."

This is goodbye.

You feel yourself losing your composure again at his words, your features strained and breathing ragged. A choked laugh erupts from you as you sniffle, using the underside of your wrist to wipe away at your eyes and backing away from his hold. "San, you're making me cry harder."

San internally frowns at the removal of your body from being molded against his, but lets out a chortle at your remark for the sake of maintaining a semblance of normalcy. "Sorry for that."

You look at the man in front of you, the only man you've ever known to love. You don't think you'll ever stop loving him.

"I'll always love you," San wins the unspoken race of saying it first, provoking you to playfully roll your still teary eyes at him which he smiles at. "I'll bring you everywhere with me, right here." he grasps at the left side of his chest – at his heart. "You'll always have a place in me."

"You're everything to me," he breathes.

"You are to me too," you mutter softly. You then jokingly bring your fist to punch at his upper arm, eliciting a dramatized groan from him. "Don't forget about me now that you're famous."

Translation: I'll always love you too.

His curled eyes remain hollow even though he showcases a wide grin at your teasing and its underlying meaning, his dimples carving deeper into his skin. He's back to adopting the cheery persona he's used to, although he knows he'll never be the same. "Shut up, you know I'll always be your number one fan."

Translation: I'll wait for you. For us to happen again. Someday.

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underratedbitch-number13 · 2 years

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Part 2 : Agony

A/N: Finally done with part 2. I was going to post it later, but I had sudden motivation, so here it is. If there are any grammatical errors, please feel free to correct them.

MC will officially be introduced in the next part. And NO, MC DOES NOT KNOW MAMMON, she’s a complete stranger who happened to be there

Part 2 : Agony

(Mammon x F!MC)

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, Mammon is almost about to attempt suicide, bullying, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse. Blood, self harm.

HEAVY ANGST!!

If you are sensitive to any of these, please do not read. This could be triggering.

Written in Third Person POV.

Number of words: 2.15k

☞ Part 1 ☞ Part 3

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Mammon felt lonely.

He felt hurt and betrayed by his brothers. They didn't stand up for him when others mocked him. Heck, they joined in! And the reason why all of this was happening to him was his little brother.

Mammon couldn't understand why he was treated so poorly. His actions are a consequence of his sin, which he can't really control.

His brothers were worse than him at controlling their sins, so why was he the scum?

Why only him?

Was it because he loved his brothers too much that he allowed them to treat him like that? Or is he just a meek coward who can't stand up for himself?

Mammon knows.

He was not weak. He would've never let anyone treat him like that, ever. But after centuries of constant abuse and mistreatment from his brothers, Mammon had slowly started to believe their words.

His self-esteem, pride, confidence, everything had been crushed. And now those insults had become whispers in his head. Mammon believed them. He took every insult to his heart, and he remembered them.

The slander had branded itself on his mind, and Mammon was no longer in control. His thoughts and emotions had gone haywire, making Mammon a prey of the vicious voices inside his head.

Even when he was alone, the insults never stopped.

Mammon was walking on the edge of his sanity.

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It was 7 in the morning, and everyone was seated at the dining table for breakfast.

"Mammon, I was informed that you've been missing most of your classes." Lucifer looked pointedly at Mammon.

It had been three days since that video of Mammon went viral, and he had been hiding and avoiding everyone to save himself from all the bullying, and humiliation.

Satan sighed hearing Lucifer's question, shaking his head in disappointment, "Mammon, you never learn your lesson do you?"

Mammon kept quiet, not bothering to answer Lucifer or Satan. He didn't want to speak to them, especially Lucifer. They were all hypocrites, Mammon had begun understanding that better now.

"Aww, poor Mammon," Asmo snickered. "He's even gone deaf now."

"Shut up, Asmo! Nobody was even talking to ya."

Mammon mumbled irritatedly, not having enough courage to say it out loud. He was the most pissed at Asmo, after all, he was the cause of all this. Mammon had always been aware that Asmo never really liked him, but this time he had crossed the line.

Mammon wasn't sure if he'll ever be able to forgive him.

Unfortunately for Mammon, Asmo had heard him and he was going to turn this into a brawl.

"What? Are you seriously mad at me?" Asmo asked, looking surprised. "It was just a harmless prank, Mammon."

Mammon's head snapped towards Asmo, disbelief etched onto his face.

JUST a harmless prank?

"Mammon you should stop overreacting. You're behaving like that annoying side antagonist from the anime called - 'Money Is Everything In This World, But Luckily I'm An Eldorado," Levi laughed.

"This is just a phase, Mammon. You should stop acting so stupid and get over it." Belphie scoffed, resting his head on the table.

Beel glanced uneasily at Mammon. "Guys I think we’ve said enough." He noticed how Mammon hadn't touched his food yet, and he was starting to get a little worried.

Mammon hadn't eaten properly these past few days, and that didn't go unnoticed by Beel.

"You didn't answer me, Mammon. Why have you been missing your classes?" Lucifer fumed. “Haven't you humiliated yourself enough? Your grades are pathetic, and they keep getting worse each time. You'll ruin Lord Diavolo's reputation blah blah blah blah......"

Mammon stopped listening, and Lucifer's lecture faded into the background. Head hanging down, tears brimming his eyes, Mammon stared wide-eyed at his lap.

He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.

How could his brother belittle his feelings and problems so casually? Did they really not love him or care anymore?

He has been getting nightmares, there were hateful voices in his head, nobody wanted to talk to him anymore, he has no money left, and he was all alone.

SO lonely, that he was thinking about ending his own life.

He found it difficult to breathe in public, always feeling disgusting stares directed at him. It made him shiver, and he knew he was developing a fear of people and crowds.

Mammon was barely hanging on a thread, and this was JUST A PHASE to his brothers?

"You're overreacting."

"Stupid."

"Get over it."

"Annoying."

"You'll ruin our reputation."

The voices in his head kept getting louder, Mammon felt his head spin. He felt like four walls were closing on him, and it was becoming tougher to breathe.

"Stop it," Mammon hiccuped, clutching his head. He wanted to leave.

Mammon was going to leave.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, wiping his watery eyes hastily, Mammon got up suddenly, causing his chair to tumble.

Lucifer who had still been talking stopped to glare at Mammon for interrupting. Even Belphie who had fallen asleep by now, opened his left eye to look at Mammon.

"Y'all are right," Mammon breathed. "I'm a fucking nuisance and I don't wanna annoy anybody with my pathetic presence anymore. I won't eat with y'all anymore and just stay in my room. So PLEASE, please I’m beggin’ y’all, just leave me alone.”

With that Mammon stormed out of the dining room, leaving his wide-eyed brothers speechless.

"Come back, Mammon. Don't you dare leave when I'm talking! You are not allowed to go, Mammon. Sit down!" Lucifer yelled after mammon, his eyes burning in fury.

For once Mammon didn't feel scared or compelled to obey Lucifer.

It was the last straw.

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"Ah, Mammon! Come in, come in. I've been waiting for you." Diavolo smiled warmly at him.

Mammon hesitated before allowing himself to follow the butler inside Diavolo's office in RAD. Barbatos guided him to the guest couch, though Mammon chose to go to the Prince's desk, and dropped on his knees in front of him.

"Please, Lord Diavolo, I'm beggin' ya. Please allow me to access the human world." Mammon pleaded, folding his hands together.

Mammon had made up his mind before coming here. He would do anything, ANYTHING, to get Diavolo to agree to let him go to the human world. Mammon was ready to become a servant for him or pledge his loyalty to Diavolo. He was willing to go as far as selling his soul.

He just wanted to end everything, and it had to be done in the human world.

"Mammon!" Diavolo jumped in surprise, rushing towards him. "Please get up," Diavolo urged, grabbing Mammon's shoulders, and helping him get up.

Barbatos who was surprised too hurried to aid his lord. If anyone would’ve stared closely, they would’ve seen the sadness in the stoic butler's eyes, as he stared at Mammon’s back.

"I grant you the permission to enter the human world, but first you need to tell me why you want to go, and for how long," Diavolo questioned.

Diavolo’s words were both a relief and a source of panic Mammon.

"Ahahaha ya see," Mammon laughed nervously. "I just wanted to try modeling in the human world too. I need a lil' bit of extra money to repay some of my debts y'know."

That wasn't the entire truth but that wasn’t a lie either. Mammon had decided to pay back all the money he owed to everybody, before he took his final breath.

He lived like a scumbag, but he didn't want to die a scumbag.

"Is that all?"

Diavolo looked skeptical after hearing Mammon's answer, and so did Barbatos.

"So I am assuming today is not the only day you want to go," Barbatos asked.

"Yup," Mammon confirmed.

"What about RAD?"

"I'll manage. I promise."

"Is there any other reason why you are going?"'

"Huh? What are ya talkin' bout," Mammon pretended to be confused.

"Is modeling the only reason for your trip to the human world?"

"Ahahahaha, of course, I'm only goin' for modeling. What else will I do in the borin' human world among stupid ol' humans," Mammon lied, forcing a fake laugh.

Diavolo narrowed his eyes before a large smile enveloped his features. "Alright, Mammon. I'll have Barbatos open a portal, in the meantime why don't have some tea with us. Also, you can stop by whenever you want to visit the human world, Barbatos will help." Diavolo assured.

"Thank you, Lord Diavolo." Mammon beamed.

Picking up his bag which was still on the floor, Mammon made his way outside, not leaving before flashing a genuine smile at the duo.

Diavolo's expression hardened as soon the door closed behind Mammon. "It seems that matters are worse than we thought."

"Yes, it seems so," the butler agreed. "I doubt he approached Lucifer for permission."

"Indeed. Barbatos?."

"Yes, my lord."

"I want you to check the future," Diavolo commanded. "I'm worried about Mammon. He was lying when he said he's going to the human world only for modeling."

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Mammon took a deep breath, as he stood on the railing of the bridge.

He had just gotten back from paying his last debtor after getting done with his various jobs. It had been two weeks since Mammon started working part-time in the human world.

He had earned enough to repay every debt he owed. Since Mammon was so handsome, he never had any trouble getting jobs in the human world.

He would return to devildom when he would be done with his jobs in the human world and then go back to HOL. For those two weeks, he attended all classes daily and even ate with his brothers a few times (only because beel insisted).

Mammon pretended to be fine. And boy was he an expert at pretending

He acted goofy and happy like he used, even accepted punishments from his Lucifer, spoke normally with all his brothers, and ignored every insult thrown at him.

Deep down, Mammon was always conscious of the fact that his time was nearing, aware that he didn’t have very long to live.

And somehow that had given Mammon the strength to endure everything.

Now those hellish and agonizingly long two weeks were finally over, and here Mammon was, standing on the bridge located in the town where Lilith had died as a human.

The reason why Mammon chose the human world as his last destination, was because he wished to depart from the same place his baby sister took her last breath.

His last dying wish was to meet Lilith before his soul was sent to the corner of hell where no demon would ever want to go. But that was the price he was gonna pay for killing himself.

He’s a demon and he can’t die easily, so Mammon had thought of another way.

He was gonna jump from this bridge, and rip his heart out while falling.

It was guaranteed he would die almost instantly if his heart is ripped out, and although that would be very painful, Mammon knew that was the only choice he had.

Mammon had tried cutting himself and tried to bleed to death, but he only managed to pass out for a few hours, waking up later to find his magic had stopped the excessive bleeding. He even tried to find poison pills but he was shooed away from everywhere. Then he attempted to drown himself and even hang himself, but each time his defensive magic interfered and saved Mammon from dying.

It took Mammon 8 days of searching in human libraries to finally find a book that explained how a demon could die. And he confirmed what was written, by searching through Satan’s books about the same.

Finally the day, the hour was here.

It was a full moon, and Mammon’s powers were at their highest. He was already at the bridge and he was readying to release his claws.

Oddly enough, Mammon felt at peace.

He was sad, yes, but more than that Mammon was happy. He was going to be free.

Mammon was finally going to be free!

With a tranquil smile on his face, Mammon stepped closer to the edge and raised his hands.

Goodbye brothers. I hope y’all will be happier without me.

“NO!! STOP!!” Somebody screamed, and Mammon felt two hands grab his jacket, pulling him off the railing.

Mammon closed his eyes and groaned loudly as he fell, feeling an immense amount of anger bubble inside him.

WHO DARED TO STOP HIM?!

Ready to attack Mammon open his eyes to meet an unfamiliar pair of teary eyes, that were full of desperation.

“Please,” she whimpered, tightening her hold on Mammon’s arm. “Please don’t do it.”

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YAYAY FINALLY DONE WITH PART TWO!!

This was really long and intense, and because I wrote this so fast, it is not proofread. So I apologize if it's disappointing.

Originally I was going to give Mammon a sad ending, but our lovely boy Mams is too precious and I couldn't do that to him in my very first fic.

So expect more fluff in the following chapters, because Mammon will get the love and support he deserves.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 10 months

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Chapter 3 Spoilers

This is not a full translation. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

Nobunaga: "Whether it's recuperation or rest, it doesn't matter. Mai, go soak in a hot spring and give your body some rest."

Nobunaga: "You're my lucky charm, so I won't allow you to collapse before the battle."

Nobunaga: "Hideyoshi, the same goes for you."

Hideyoshi: "Eh?"

Nobunaga: "I order you to guard Mai. Don't leave her side."

???: "There she is!"

(Eh?)

Samurai 1: "Hand over that sacrificial princess!"

Mai: "Hideyoshi, the sacrificial princess they're after..."

Hideyoshi: "Yeah, it looks like it's you."

Hideyoshi: "Mai!"

I lost my balance, and Hideyoshi swiftly wrapped his arms around me, preventing me from falling off the horse.

(No, don't touch me.)

Hideyoshi: "Guh!"

He gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain.

Mai: "Let go of me, Hideyoshi!"

Hideyoshi: "As if I could just let go!"

Even though I hurriedly turned my body, he still wouldn't let go.

During all this, I could hear an unpleasant sound like a hot iron pressing against something.

(His skin is burning.)

So far, he's never had anything worse happen to him, even though the pain had increased. But now, there was no doubt that his skin was burning.

Mai: "Please, let me go! If you don't hurry, you'll..."

Hideyoshi: "I can't just trade your life."

(You're important too!)

Hideyoshi: “Nobody touches Mai.”

He knocked down the approaching enemies like a demon, drenched in blood, while protecting me.

(He must be reaching his limit by now.)

No matter how strong he was, the enemies were overwhelmingly outnumbering us.

Above all, one of his arms was tightly holding onto me.

(If this continues, the burns will only worsen.)

Mai: “Let go of me! I can’t let you push yourself any further.”

Hideyoshi: “Don’t make that face. If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

Hideyoshi: “You’re more important than anything else. Please understand.”

(Hideyoshi...)

Hideyoshi parried the blow of a screaming enemy coming to cut him down.

His eyes were full of emotions more intense than madness as he killed his enemies with a grim expression.

(Even though there were so many of them...)

Before I knew it, the enemies who had come at us were lying on the ground.

He casually wiped off the splattered blood from his cheek and dismounted from the horse, leaving me behind.

Hideyoshi: “Wait here.”

Hideyoshi: “Hey, you.”

The last remaining person struggled to stand, barely catching his breath.

Samurai: “Ugh... Sacrificial princess...”

(Even in this situation, he’s still...)

As the man attempted to point his sword toward me, Hideyoshi grabbed him by the collar.

Hideyoshi: “Why are you targeting this woman!?”

Samurai: “Because she’s a sacrificial princess.”

Hideyoshi: “Sacrificial princess? Who calls her that?”

Samurai: “Our small country has been devastated by conflicts with neighboring regions.”

Samurai: “Even beyond the mountains, everyone is fighting with each other. Once you cross the borders, everyone becomes an enemy.”

Samurai: "The only people we can trust are our people."

Hideyoshi: "What does that have to do with the sacrificial princess?"

Samurai: "This devastation is happening because of Nobunaga's ambition to unify the country."

Samurai: "A priestess told us that if we offered a woman named Mai, who is Nobunaga's mistress, as an offering, the heavens would calm their wrath, and the world would be at peace."

(There's no way that will bring peace.)

Hideyoshi: "It's obviously a load of bullshit! Why can't you understand!?"

Samurai: "Her face is now on wanted posters."

Samurai: "The desperate people from the devastated regions, driven by desperation, are searching for her with bloodlust."

Samurai: "Even if you try to kill me, someone will eventually offer her as a sacrifice to the heavens. Then, there'll be peace again."

Hideyoshi: “Mai, I’m going to sleep. You get some rest too.”

Mai: “Okay. But I’ll stay here a little longer.”

Hideyoshi: “No. You need to lie down, or you’ll get tired.”

(He always worries about me no matter what the situation is.)

Mai: “Please, just a little longer. Okay?”

Hideyoshi: “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

Mai: “Okay, thanks.”

Hideyoshi: “I should be the one thanking you for taking care of me.”

(I’m not taking care of him at all.)

I felt frustrated and helpless that I couldn’t even wipe the sweat off his forehead.

(I can’t even apply to him the ointment I received from Ieyasu, even though I’m right by his side.)

Hideyoshi: “Mai.”

I snapped back to reality when he suddenly called me.

Mai: “Yeah? Something wrong?”

Hideyoshi: “.........”

Not having much energy left to speak, Hideyoshi stared at me.

His eyes were full of sympathy, as if he was trying to cheer me up.

Mai: “Oh, did I look tired by any chance?”

Mai: “I’m just a little sleepy. We’ve traveled quite pretty far.”

Hideyoshi: “I see.”

Mai: “So why are you two here?”

Ranmaru: “That’s because you’re in a difficult situation.”

A shadow fell over Ranmaru’s once cheerful expression.

Mai: “Are you talking about the sacrificial princess?”

Ranmaru: “Yes. I was actually going to tell him about the danger, but those guys were moving too fast.”

Ranmaru: “If only I had hurried a little more, Lord Hideyoshi wouldn’t have had to push himself too hard. I’m sorry.”

(There’s no need for Ranmaru to apologize.)

His words trailed off as regret lurked in his eyes.

Ranmaru: “But still, their methods are just too much. Those two are unbelievable.”

Mai: "Those two?"

After a pause, Kennyo spoke up.

Kennyo: "Mai, I'll tell you where the rumors came from."

Mai: "You know?"

(I don't know if I can trust this person to tell me the truth, but I still want to know.)

Feeling desperate, I stared at Kennyo.

Kennyo: "Let me get to the point. The rumors about the sacrificial princess are nothing but fabrications by Kicho."

➟ Chapter 4 Spoilers

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen hideyoshi #hideyoshi toyotomi #ikesen jp #ikesen #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi

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dustyro0m · 1 year

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Can I make a Jason x reader request

!!CANON DIVERGENT AND MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TITANS!!

Titans Jason Todd x jokers gn child reader. (Not explicitly stated though)

Angst at the start, and ambiguous ending. Can be seen as angst or fluff.

I have changed some things from the request to make it more suited to more audiences. I also didn't really understand the ask so I tried my best! I'm very sorry this took so long, school has been very hard these past few weeks...Thank you very much!

Warnings- mentions of murder, extreme sadness, guilt, anger, abuse, crying, and running away. (LMK if I’ve missed anything!!)

Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, this is proofread but if I have made any pronoun mistakes, or any other mistakes let me know and I will fix it! Just please be polite :D

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Everything is supposed to be different now. Everything was perfect.

No more death, no more suffering, everything was...serene. There was a routine.

You were finally distanced from your father. No more was his name attached to yours. And Jason. With him it felt like the entire city was yours and his. No more pain, no more suffering no more guilt and regret.

But now it feels like how it was before you met Jason. Before everything changed.

You never really liked Hawk. You knew that he and Jason had quarreled in the past, and the way he looked at you when he found out that you and Jason were dating just sealed the deal. But he was a good person. He helped people. That made him good.

Never would you have expected Jason to have killed Hawk.

He remembers everything vividly. The look on his older 'brothers' face. How Dove cried. How everyone looked at him when he sobered up from the gas. He didn't have anyone to turn to but you.

You wiped the blood off of his face, and stayed with him through the long nights. You were mad at him but you sympathised. Cranes recipe was scary, no matter who was under it.

It feels like your whole world came crashing down around you. There wasn't supposed to be any more death. Not from you, and not from Jason.

He's not supposed to kill innocent people. Hank had a life, he helped people.

You werent neccesarily a good person. You fell in love with Jason Todd for example. And trying to take over Gotham would land you the moniker of being a not so good person. But you had one rule and that was to not kill good people. Your father had done that and you hate your father.

You had told Jason not to kill innocent people. He had this anger inside of him. The best way to describe it was a burning rage fuled by loneliness and regret. And he listened to you. He didn't kill anyone innocent. Which makes the recent news even more devastating.

You remember being around your father. Everytime you were around him you would get this feeling, like a deep rooted disgust that could never go away. It was a disgusting ugly feeling felt like liquid anger and revulsion mixing with shame and guilt pooling up to your chest and spilling out of you through your words and actions.

You thought you would never feel it with Jason. But as you look at his mask, discarded on the floor of your shared apartment you feel it again.

Disgust.

Revulsion.

Fear.

Shame.

Ashamed of your boyfriend. What a horrible feeling for a horrible situation. You loved Jason, and you told yourself (and him too) that your love for him was infinite. But why are you feeling shame now?

You pick up his mask silently. Equally as silently, you throw it to the ground.

Again, and again and again.

You hated scarecrow. You hated Hank, you hated Dawn. You hated Dick, Bruce, Gar, Rachel and Donna.

You hated Jason.

The mask lies in pieces at your feet as you feel regret wash over you.

Jason has extra masks, and he would easily forgive you just as you could easily lie about what happened to his mask. But all that anger that you felt subsides.

You pick up all the broken pieces and place them together in vain. Nothing would bring that mask back. Exhausted by your emotions, you throw the pieces away and slump into the couch.

Jason walks into the house as you're watching TV. He doesn't say anything to you and you don't say anything to him. He microwaves some crappy TV dinner and serves it to the both of you.

You study him as he eats. Sharp features that blend together softly. Piercing blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat. Big warm hands with prominent veins and prominent scars.

All features that made you feel giddy. You can feel the giddiness fade away as you look at him now.

After dinner, he goes to take a shower.

It feels like staying in this house with him is sufficating you. It feels like he himself is wrapping his hands around your neck, and squeezing and squeezing.

Is this the life you wanted? Is how you want to spend the rest of your time with Jason? Angry, confused, guilty, shameful?

You decide you’re going to leave. You’ll stay with Dick for a bit, maybe Donna, or even Bruce if worst comes to worst. But just away from here.

Jason passes out at 11.PM on days where he doesn’t patrol. He’s completely wiped out as you pack up your bags. Clothes, burner phones and cables are all tossed into your duffel.

You bought this house with him. It took a long time and you still remember moving in with him. How he held you up to the high ceilings to change the light bulbs, how you and him spend afternoons shopping for furniture. How it felt so surreal that you and him made a house a home.

And now you were leaving it all behind.

You send Dick a quick text asking him to pick you up soon. He responds quickly with no questions. You appreciate that. Just thirty minutes and then you’re going to be gone from here.

Regret swirls in your stomach as you watch Jason sleep. But you push it aside. You know what you want. You’re going to try your hardest to go through with this.

You close the door behind you as softly as you can. It clicks behind you and you let out a sigh. Your heart clenches as you walk to the door.

“Y/N? What are you-”

He wipes wipes the sleep from his eyes, confusedly. His eyes flicker down to your duffel bag and your hand on the door.

“Jason…I’m sorry, I can’t…I don’t…” years start to sting in your eyes and streak down your face. Warm and hot, his face mirrors yours. You drop the bag, and before you know it your face is in his chest. Your arms wrap around each other and you both cry and cry and cry. It’s warm in his arms, and you haven’t hugged him in so, so long. It feels amazing.

“Stay. Please” he whispers.

You look him in the eyes, and you know what you're going to do.

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mattsmithwife · 1 year

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Teacher's pet -History Professor Aemond x fem! student reader martell

Summary: When Jace's best friend gets involved with her uncle who is also her history Professor.

Request from an anonymous. I accept requests for scenarios or imagines.

TW (For Now): Age gap (nothing too extreme), teacher involvement.

Word Count: 2,214 words There will definitely be part two.

A/N: English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors. I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. These images do not belong to me either.

Westeros is like an independent continent here, just imagine it in today's world

Aemond was a professor at the University of Westeros only because he had nothing to do as his family was the most powerful in all of Westeros. Known as a strict and stern Teacher, and who was angry at everything his imbecile students did.

Let's see, Yn was an 18-year-old girl who luckily went to university with the second highest grade...even if it was frustrating for him as second place was the first loser. But her best friend was first, so she was happy for him.

On the first day of class, she saw several students running past her, some almost knocking over others. She found this odd because there were about 10 young adult people doing this, odd behaviour for college.

-Aren't you going to run too?

A serious, however, low voice asked her, YN turned around and saw a young man in an overcoat, tailored pants and curiously an eye patch in front of her. Yn just raised an eyebrow and shook her head, looking at the long, almost white, blonde hair of the man with only one blue eye with a violet background.

-If they're stupid enough to be late, they're at the wrong university.

You started walking and the blonde was curious about you, he walked beside you until he reached the history classroom. He let you in first, like a gentleman, and then he did. You chose a seat that faced the teacher's desk, but still had a good view of the blackboard.

-I'm Professor Targaryen and I'll make it clear; I don't tolerate being late and I don't tolerate sleeping in my class. If any of you do that, you're kicked out of my class.

You were surprised that he was the Professor, he looked so young, but then you remembered that Jace probably wouldn't be coming today as he was traveling and his first day would be lonely. The Professor started talking about some wars, such as:

Medical wars; First Punic War; First and Second Macedonian War; First crusade; Hundred Years' War; Imjin war; English Civil War; Luso-Spanish war etc.

Saying that he wanted a report on one of them next week and whoever repeated the other's theme, both would reset the grade. You were shocked when you heard whispers that half of them didn't know about these wars. “Didn't they do advanced history? They are only thinking about the trivial North American and European people who forget that there are other continents and countries” you thought to yourself

But for the rest of the class, the Professor focused on talking about the Invasion of French Guiana. Another topic that half the class didn't seem to understand, and you started praying to the seven gods and seven hells that this stupidity wasn't contagious.

- The invasion of French Guiana was a joint military operation by an Anglo-Portuguese expeditionary force against Cayenne, capital of the French South American colony in 1809, during the Napoleonic Wars. The operation was part of a series of attacks against French-held territories in America during 1809, after the Guiana Campaign and due to engagements elsewhere, the British Royal Navy was unable to send substantial forces to attack the fortified river port.

Aemond said as he walked across the room and you wrote down the key words and year and froze your pen when you heard the footsteps stop close to you, at your side. You pretended to be natural and went back to taking notes at the sound of your professor's voice who was at your side, he started moving again until he stopped at his desk with his hands crossed behind his back. A bell rang and everyone got up for the next class in a hurry, but you didn't have another class in that period, so you would study in the library.

-Did you take good notes, Miss Martell?

-Yes Professor.

-And you're not in a hurry, again.

-I believe that I am well-organized in the classes I take, I am never late.

You went down the auditorium stairs and faced him who was a little taller than you, he looked at you curiously and then smiled sideways. He understands why you came in second and why the other teachers praised you on the board, you had excessive courage that the rest of the students didn't have.

-In that first class you would be late.

-But you were so kind to me and even accompanied me. Thank you for your kindness.

You walked past him and left the room. He saw you as a challenge to be faced, after all, the Martell family was considered rebellious in Westeros and the seven provinces. Never lowered her head to anyone and Meria had a fight with Aegon I decades ago.

The morning went by quickly and since you had your car repaired and Jace wasn't there, your dad was going to pick you up since there was a Martell family meeting. On the way out you saw your father, Oberyn Martell standing in front of the University and of course everyone paid attention to him for being someone attractive and having one of the biggest weapons companies and fighting academies in the seven provinces.

Aemond was leaving and saw Oberyn next to you. As soon as you got to the car, Oberyn saw the blonde and just waved, after all, his families had business and it would be rude not to say hello.

Aemond didn't know you were Oberyn's daughter, and you didn't know Aemond was her best friend's uncle. Unfortunately, Aemond's car, a red Porsche, was next to her father's, a black Porsche.

-Aemond.

-Oberyn, Miss Martell

-Do you know Yn?

-She has classes with me, a good student.

You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling the mocking tone in the back of his voice. You stared at him with narrowed eyes, and he just stared back at you.

-Father, let's go otherwise the mother will have our heads. Bye Aemond

Oberyn said goodbye to Blondie and they both left for the family meeting. Aemond took some relief in knowing that Oberyn was his father and nothing more, but he remembered something. Oberyn's daughter was best friends with Jace and so he guessed it was you.

He remembers a seven-year-old brat who looks like you and who was you. But after he lost one of his eyes in the hunting accident because of Luke, he never saw you again because Jace probably didn't want you near him.

-Do you know my history teacher?

-You also know him before university.

-where?

-He's Jace's uncle, don't you remember him?

-No... when I was seven Jace said that they moved away from Alicent's side because of a family fight. He didn't want me near to avoid his uncle's petulance, although now I remembered Aemond briefly.

-I remember, but it wasn't a fight, it was an accident with a hunting rifle that left Aemond blind in one eye. Jace lied to protect you.

-He's screwed with me when he gets home from the trip.

....

-You imbecile.

You threw the pillow at him, and he ran down the stairs, Nyra who was sitting in the room, just laughed, because she was used to you two fighting over silly things. You chased Jace through the grounds of Dragonstone Manor.

-It was to protect you -he ran around the big tree with you behind.

-At no time did I say I needed protection.

-You were seven years old -He stopped taking you by surprise and grabbed your wrists, pressing you against the tree.

-You also had your cretin, liar.

He knew you hated lying, because your parents were getting divorced over lying, so there was all this drama. He looked you deep in the eyes and smiled, you couldn't resist his smile and when he saw that you calmed down, he let you go.

-Now he's our professor.

-What? I didn't know that

You sat down on the grass against the tree, and he followed your example only to lay his head in your lap and look at you.

-Yn, you know I love you, right?

- You always tell me that, every day, Jace.

-That's good, I never want you to forget that.

He closed his eyes when you started to run your hand through his hair, you started to wonder what was coming next class with Aemond.

Two days later you were having class with Aemond but this time, you and Jace arrived first in the room, even before Aemond who was on his third period break.

-It's not because he's your uncle that he's going to take it easy on you.

-He goes. Grandpa Viserys would kill him if he kicked me out of class.

-Jace, frankly, he doesn't seem to fear death. Who will tell your grandfather.

You stayed talking until Aemond arrived, standing in the doorway and saw both of you sitting next to each other. You had your eyes closed as you spoke to Jace leaning against the back of the chair.

-Ah yes, Yn, the guys commented that John wants to go out with you.

-Hey, I prefer blondes or Velaryons but you don't come to Jace.

-Don't even try, just because in my family almost everyone is blonde.

You opened your eyes laughing and looked at Jace. You loved teasing your best friend and you knew he knew it was a joke. It was so good to see Jace, Mr. Chamomile Tea and Golden Retriever Project, pissed off.

-Not even your mother is to be thrown away, I would take her easily.

-YN! She's still my mother, it's disgusting to imagine.

-Hey, don't yell at your future stepmom.

You both stopped playing when Aemond came in and sat at your table, you and Jace started to talk on paper, kind of childish but it was the best thing.

Aemond watched you do it; He wasn't stupid not to know what was going on. Soon the bell rang, and several students came running in fear of being left out.

Aemond got up and started lecturing the class, for some reason not leaving the blackboard, maybe because there he had a view of the whole room and what Jace would do. In the middle of the class, Jace started to close his eyes, but before Aemond managed to expel him from the room, Yn pinched his best friend's arm, who woke up immediately, even grumbling in low pain.

-Released.

The bell rang a second after Aemond spoke, and Jace was slapped on the back of the head by Yn as they were leaving. It wasn't a painful slap, it was lightly actually, it was more to scold the eldest.

-I warned you not to stay up late, Jacaerys.

-Miss Martell, do you have a second?

You and Jace turned to Aemond. You asked Jace to wait for you outside and you approached Aemond who stared at you with every step you took.

-What's the problem?

Aemond leaned back against his own desk and sat on the edge of it with his arms crossed, he raised an eyebrow at you, closed his one eye and sighed.

-I hear you're looking for an internship to get out of your senior year, and I need an assistant.

It was your turn to cross your arms in front of you and he opened his one eye, waiting for your answer, but you just stared at him. You thought this was a joke on his part, but he seemed to mean it even though there was some ulterior motive.

-And why me of all your students?

-Because you had the highest grade in the university.

-No, Jace had.

-But Jace and I don't get along. You have two days to think.

-You have ulterior motives, Aemond. I feel they have.

He smiled with his name coming out of his mouth, his voice sounded so sweet when u said his name, he wanted to hear it more often.

-I have my reasons, but it's nothing you should worry about, Yn.

You felt a shiver go through your body as he spoke his name in a low, thick voice. You'd believe he didn't see it, but he saw the way his body reacted to him calling your first name. He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a card, holding it out to you between his ring and middle finger, you glanced briefly at his fingers which were long, thin and pale.

You took the card and saw an address, you looked at the oldest,

-My address, go on Friday at 6 pm if you really accept the internship.

- See you soon, Aemond.

-See you, little girl.

You left the room and Jace who was on a bench in the hall listening to music, stood up when you snapped your fingers in front of him.

-What did he want?.

- Offered me an internship.

-Bro, I think it's not just an internship.

-What do you mean, Jace? -You walked ahead, and he followed you.

-YN, you are not at all sly.

-But I want it out of your mouth so I can be sure what you mean.

-HE WANTS TO EAT YOU!

Everyone in the hall looked at you two, that included teachers, students and the vice principal.

author's final note: I will do part two and the scenario where the reader is a teacher of Aemond's nephews.

Honestly, I don't know if it will have lemon because the anonymous didn't comment on it. And I'm AroAce, I'm not good at writing this kind of thing

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x y/n #house of the dragon #house of the dragon f #jacaerys strong #jace #jace velaryon #jace targaryen #hotd fic #hotd x reader #hotd

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noturfang · 5 months

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The Ember Knight Fanfiction: First Encounter (Hen & Qilin)

Hello, guys. Actually, I'm not really confident with my English skills. And it has been a long time since last time I wrote a fanfiction. But, this duo just too attractive to me yet I haven't found my fangirling material about this two. So, I don't have any choice but to write fanfic about them. I asked my friend to do some grammatical check, but since we're not natives, please forgive me if there is any grammatical error or anything.

So, here is it. My first fanfiction here.

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"Are you okay?"

What a question! It sounded too weird, making her eyes round in disbelief. The helmeted knight couldn't even remember the last time someone genuinely asked about her condition.

Who needed to worry about Black Hen Waron?

She scanned the man in front of her. He looked messy, breathing heavily, as if he could collapse at any moment. Waron snorted in amusement. Her biggest mistake was underestimating him—Cerulean Qilin Zius.

"You have an interesting power," she grinned under her helmet as she stood up.

Within five minutes, he had beaten her. Unfortunately, they couldn't continue their spar due to Zius's limited time. That guy only had five minutes to use his power.

Zius looked relieved when he saw her stand. Wait—really?! Did he really care about her condition? Black Hen Waron's condition? She didn't understand.

"Interesting. Very interesting," she mumbled. "Hey, hey, Qilin! We should fight again sometime!"

She could see him frown. "I don't have any will or reason to spar with you again," he said.

"Then I'll give you a reason!"

"No!"He declined immediately.

Waron chuckled as she followed him.

Cerulean Qilin Zius.

She wouldn't just let him go.

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*Ch 65

#the ember knight #fanfiction #Tek fanfiction #The ember knight fanfiction #ember knight #Black Hen waron #Cerulean qilin zius #zius #qilin #Waron

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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The Baptist and the Blade

This one’s for you @roofgeese! Thank you for asking me to write some more John smut! I can never get enough of that little murder gremlin.

I found a prompt that I thought fit John perfectly - “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

Lemons ahoy!! 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

Please forgive any typos or grammatical errors :)

Warnings: minor bloodplay, p in v intercourse, M!receiving oral, lots of religious imagery, two morally reprehensible people going at it

Words: 2515

Pairing: John Seed x Female Deputy

She stood in the thick boundary of trees watching him, silently, tracking his every movement. How proudly he stood on the shore watching his newest batch of sinners be baptized into the loving embrace of the cult. She waited for her moment to strike, when he was all alone. Her prey.

“We must wash away our past. We must expose our sins. We must atone, for only then may we stand in the light of God and walk through his Gate unto Eden.”

The newest recruits were dragged up from the water into the mayonnaise white vans, his men following close behind, and as the headlights faded off into the distance she could finally make her move. Her boot snapped the thin twigs that scattered the ground and he snapped around to face her, bright blue eyes glued onto her in the dark.

“Deputy, out for a stroll? He snapped the bible in his hands closed. "It is a lovely night.” Placing it down on the large boulder behind him.

“Coming back to the scene of the crime.”

His eyes trailed up and down her, “What would your resistance think if they found us out here together? Alone.�� He clasped his hands behind his back, tapping the toe of his boot against the stones below.

“You seem to have no problem radioing me on a public channel so I'm sure most of them wouldn't be too surprised actually. Hell, I’ve had Sharky and Adelaide telling me for days that we should just get this over with.”

“Get what over with?” He prodded her to continue, teasing her with the flick of his eyebrow.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” Her scowl deepened as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yes.” He grinned from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat.

She sighed heavily, “They think we should fuck.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle with her use of such crass profanity. This wasn't love, this wasn't sentiment, this was a promiscuous need, a desire to be fulfilled. Base and brutal, like an animal in heat, she was reaching out to the suitable male available to her.

“Would you agree with that sentiment?” He inched in closer towards her, his shoes crunching through the gravel beach, as his hips swayed like a prowling tomcat.

“Would you?”

“I asked first.” He leaned in towards her, crystalline eyes made dark with his own libidinous desire.

She rubbed at the back of her neck, feeling like an open wound, a dark cavernous hole only he seemed to be able to see the bottom of. “I think we both know where I stand on that.”

He reached out and ran his thumb against her lip. “So you enjoyed our kiss then?” Pride swelling in his chest.

“You only did it to fuck with Joey.” Her eyes stared into his, staring him down. “I’m well aware.”

He placed his hand to his chest, rubbing his long fingers against his bare skin. “On the contrary, Deputy. I did it because of you. Your sins, I know them well, I have shared in them. If there’s one person who could ever truly understand you, it’s me.”

“What happened to wanting to cleanse me of my sins?”

“That will come in time.” He smiled, so sure of himself, so sure that she would see sense - the way Joseph had promised.

She stepped forward, invading his personal space, if he even had a notion about what that was. They stood nose to nose, eye to eye, toe to toe. She’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she enjoyed staring at him - at his stupidly pretty face.

“How would we go about doing that?”

His eyes fell to her chest, his hand brushing away the loose waves that sat at her shoulders, having fallen loose from her braid. “I’d need to mark you first, but you ran before I could.”

Pulling off her jacket and her flannel, she tossed them onto the rocky beach. Wearing only a white tank top, no bra, her nipples were hard with the cold September air.

His focus remained solely on the cleavage of her firm breasts. He licked his lips as his palm spread against her skin. His voice dropped lower in his throat, “Right here. Near your heart, for all to see, the badge of honor.”

“You mean like yours?” She slid her fingers in past the collar of his shirt, half unbuttoned already, running her fingertips against the scar tissue left behind.

“Yes.”

His heart raced under his ribs, blood pumping, rushing through his veins, flooding his system. She could feel it drum against her fingertips, she could taste his adrenaline perfuming the space between them. Dragging her tongue across her teeth, her breath hitched in her throat. “And then would you cut it out of me, staple it up like the others?”

“No, I wouldn’t want to ruin such a -” he cleared his throat and looked back up at her. Her pale stare was deadly, fed by blood lust. She looked at him carnally, like he was a meal and she was starving.

“Then what?” her voice was low, husky, a whisper on the night air.

“Then I'd wash you, purify your soul.”

“Out there?” She nodded in the direction of the water, lapping feet away from them.

He nodded as she began to lean down and untie her boots, her mouth was so close…God help him. She kicked them away from her and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping the fly, sliding them down her thighs. Her coiled snake tattoo on her leg bared its fangs for him, and her scars that scattered her flesh shone white in the moonlight.

The air was cold and biting, a crisp autumn night, and she was wearing barely anything at all. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her embrace, kissing him as his hands slid over her muscular thighs and ass, grabbing at her, fingers dragging over her bare skin. He moaned against her mouth as his hands trailed against her.

Sliding up her hips, his fingers glanced up her tank top, touching the first hint of scarred tissue. She groaned and bit his lip until she tasted pennies in her mouth, and then felt his cock pressing against her - rock hard with the taste of pain. She stepped back, trying to pull away, but he grabbed at her harder, dragging her back towards him, he wasn’t letting her go so easily this time. His fingers dug into her, marking her skin with crescents and bruises.

“Don’t tease me, Kathleen.” He rasped.

“Don’t fucking call me Kathleen.”

He smirked, licking his lips, blood on his tongue. “What are you trying to hide from me?”

“You won’t find that out until I say yes.”

“Ka - Kit…” He smiled again, slipping back into his smooth demeanor and not the corrupt believer he truly was. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“I don’t give in that easy, you know that.” She slid her hands down his arms, grabbing him by the wrists and pulling him off of her, eliciting a groan from him with the strength she used against him.

She walked backwards towards the edge of the water, the icy cold waves biting at her heels as they lapped against her skin. She waded in until she was knee deep, sliding her panties down, she threw them back up to the shore. The balled up material landed at his feet.

“Coming to join me, Baptist?”

He curled his hands into fists, relaxing and flexing several times before walking towards the waters edge. Trying so hard to maintain some sliver of control, an ounce of respect.

She shivered in the water, her lips turning purple, but she didn't care, she liked the sting and seeing the hunger in his eyes made her forget about the cold.

“Another sin to add to your skin.”

“Where would you mark me with that one?” She grabbed his hand and slid it over the flat of her stomach, landing at the curve of her pelvic bone. “Here?”

A hiss escaped between his teeth as she took his hand and slipped it between her thighs. The dark waters acting like a mirror below, he could see the reflection of his fingers running over her soft, wet lips.

“You said the greatest gift we have is to give…and you like to fill -”

His mouth crashed against hers, making her stumble back in the water, her hand curving up around his neck, fingers knotting into his hair, pulling on his strands. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing rough, hurried circles against it. “I’m going to have you saying yes by the time I'm done.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

He slid his two fingers up into her cunt, while still focusing his attention on her clit, gliding in and out of her. The heat spread from his fingers up her spine like a wildfire. He was well-practiced, knew how to use speed and force to coerce her to speak, even if it was nothing more than a string of nonsense and curses. Her body shuddered, shivers turning to sparks and flashes of lightning as if the Lord above was working through the Baptist. His mouth dragged against her cheek, his hand wrapped up in her hair, tugging her head back.

“Which would you prefer?”

“Whichever I deserve.”

His mouth wrapped around her neck, sucking on her skin, dotting her with bruises. She whined against him. He brought his mouth down on her shoulder and bit, hard enough to draw blood. He smiled up at her and licked her blood from his teeth, staining them pink. Tasting the sweet ambrosia that fueled her, iron and copper spilling down his throat. A blood pact between two debauched creatures.

He pulled his fingers from her, dragging his tongue against them, keeping his eyes affixed on her, watching the flush float up her skin from her chest to her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears - all nearly as red as her hair. Sucking his fingers clean, he closed his eyes and forced himself to memorize her taste.

“Are you seeking penance, Deputy? Is your guilt finally weighing down upon you?”

“I don’t feel so guilty anymore.”

He scoffed, “Such a sinner.”

“Maybe.” She dropped to her knees, water now around her waist. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, doe-eyed, innocent.

He pressed his hand to her face, cupping her cheek, her teeth chattering under his touch. His adam’s apple bobbed at the sight of her before him. Supplication.

Her fingers were growing numb from the cold, but she still managed to unbuckle his belt and pull the fly down his jeans without fumbling. Her eyes went wide at the sight before her, what he lacked in height he certainly made up for in other areas.

He smirked at her reaction, she was feeding into another one of his sins, he’d pray on it another time. For now he was much too busy doing God’s work, helping her to reach atonement.

She looked up at him, desperate eyes pleading for forgiveness, opening her mouth to accept his sacrament. Her lips wrapped around the head, bobbing up and down along his length, inviting the host inside of her, taking him in as deep as she could go.

The warmth of her mouth embraced him, sheltering from the bite of the autumn cold outside. Her eyes never left him, watching him with the ferocity of a predator. But in this moment he held the leash, he was her salvation, her chance to be allowed access to Eden.

Her saliva pooled at the base of his cock, dripping down into the dark waters of the lake that surrounded them. Holy water. She fought to swallow, struggled to breathe as she got caught up in her own rhythm, taking him in and out, her jaw growing sore, but she couldn’t stop, not yet.

He pulled her mouth away, he didn't want to finish, not like that. She had offered him her holes to fill and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to enter her gates. He pressed her against him, her wet skin spreading its dampness onto his clothing, her body vibrating against him. She knew what he wanted and without a word of direction she slid her leg up the outside of his, wrapping it around him. His cock pressed against her slit. Rocking her hips, she began to grind against him, spreading her slick along the length. Thrusting up into her, he filled her. Her velvet walls tightened against him, squeezing.

She bit her lip and stifled the moan that threatened to escape her, pressing her forehead against his. Her weight supported by him, he fucked up into her, hips snapping forward and back, violent and stabbing, the same unbridled madness he used when wielding a knife and she was at his mercy. She cried out into the night, a scream building in her throat.

“Say it, Kit. Just say it.” He spoke breathlessly. “Say it for me.”

Her nails dragged down his sides, leaving long red scratches in her wake. He groaned and hissed, his hair falling free from its normally coiffed style, more the feral being she knew he was underneath. Grabbing at his thin waist, burning his skin as her fingers squeezed. She was getting so close now. So close and she couldn’t hide, couldn't pretend, not with him.

“YES!”

He kissed her hard, forcefully, full of command. His thrusts were deeper, his pace slowing. He came inside her, tainting her, moaning a hymn against her mouth.

Her head fell back as their mouths parted, panting up into the night’s sky. A million stars, the lights of angels twinkling above. Her muscles spasmed and the strength to hold her leg up around him gave way. She could have fallen back into the water if she didn't think he might drown her.

He kept her upright, tight to his body. One and the same, they were connected, entwined.

“This can never happen again…”

“Regret, already?” He looked at her like he could read her mind. Like he knew it was all a lie. She lived so many, she could hardly separate the truth from them anymore, but he could always see through them. See her for what lay beneath her rotting layers.

She pushed him off of her and stormed back up to the shoreline, picking up her clothes and her boots, heading back to the treeline as if what had just occurred between them didn’t happen at all.

“Kit, you have no reason to be afraid,” he called up to her, “We love you and we will take you.”

She didn’t spare another second to look back, running into the woods, the branches of trees scratching at her skin, leaves whipping against her. Punishment. It was what she deserved for what she had just done.

#lemons #far cry 5 #fan fiction #smut #john seed x female deputy #john seed #oc: kit cross #kit x john

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pedrospaltas · 1 year

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Caffeine Comfort

Plot: A simple and comforting story of how there is a man out there that consumes more caffeine than you do. How you become friends and your comfort person.

Set in winter of 2020 and the story will progress into current timeline.

No use of y/n.

Warnings: All the fluff, depiction of anxiety/panic attacks, consuming a unhealthy amount of caffeine.

This story is SMUT FREE, I respect those who write it, but I morally cannot do that to a real public figure. This is simply a comfort fic, to help my own anxieties and I do not mean to disrespect Pedro in anyway. I want to help those to envision, what he possibly could be like as your comfort person.

Disclaimer: I am not a writer, I make mistakes, please forgive any grammatical errors that may occur.

Part 1/4 (2.3k)

Every morning before you would stop by your local Starbucks to get a cup of coffee, it was your routine. The baristas all know you by name as you go to pick up the usual, iced americano, 5 shots. They always laugh at you when they go to make the drink, “How’s the hand tremors?” Someone asks and you simply laugh it off. Today was slightly different, you waltz in and made your order and as you were waiting the gentlemen behind you made his order, one of the baristas called over to you, “Hey! Someone is crazier then you are!” The others turned around from the bar to look at the cup, “6 shots…” you overheard one of them gasp. The customer paid for his order and walked over to the waiting area, the two of you made eye contact and he noticed your avengers shirt, “So who’s your favorite Avenger?” He laughs, since you had to wait for the coffee anyways, you entertain him, “Are we talking original 6 or everyone?” “Let’s start with OG 6”, you pucker your lips and thought about it, “I thought Hawkeye was really cool when I was in high school, then I really had the hots for Captain America” The guy in front of you ruffles his hair, “You a big marvel fan?”

“I dabble a bit in all the cinematic universes, Marvel, DC, Starwars.” He gives you a smirk, “Are you excited for the new Wonder Women movie coming out soon?”

Just then the barista hand you your drink and his. “Well then-“ he places to your cup to get your name, “- I gotta bounce, but I’ll see you around” You simply smile and wave him goodbye, he turns around and says “Life is good, but it could be better.” You didn’t understand what he meant and just laughed as you thought about how cute he was, absolute golden retriever energy.

The day passes at work and you go home, the night is just the same as every-other night. You get home prepare dinner, shower and heads to bed.

It’s been a few weeks since your first meeting with the coffee addict, you learned that his name is Pedro. Pedro said that he works nearby and needs his caffeine every day to function as a human being. Everyday you go to Starbucks, and everyday you run into Pedro, the conversations were awkward at first, he asked about your favorite roasts of coffee beans, and the maximum amount of caffeine you would ingest in a day. The more you interacted with him, the more you enjoyed his company, he emitted such a comforting energy. He would always clink your cups together and say, “Hope you don’t get a heart attack today!”

Today you went in expecting Pedro to be there, but he wasn’t. You didn’t understand why, but you were disappointed. Barista handed you your coffee and as you walked out the cafe, you noticed Pedro waving at you from across the street, you invoulnteemily smiled as wide as your cheeks would allow. He ran over to you as soon as the lights turned yellow, “Thought I was gonna miss you! I made it!” He wanted from the running. You smiled as you watched him catch his breath, “Yup, just me and my espresso” you shook the iced-coffee in his face.

“I uhm, I wanted to ask you, I have premiere tickets to Wonder Women 1984, would you ever be interested in joining me?” He straightens his back and slightly towers over you.

“Oh, I haven’t even seen the trailer yet, is it out already?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Don’t watch the trailer, it’ll, uhm- you can watch it start to finish without any anticipation, it’ll be great” He smiles while he rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, when is it it? I may have work?”

“Next Monday evening, you mentioned you had Sunday/Mondays off once, I remember” He laughs proudly at the remark.

You pretended like you had a life outside of work, “I’ll have to check to see if I have plans already. I’ll tell you tomorrow when I see you.”

Pedros eyes glimmer at they look at you, “Sure, sounds good. I really hope you can join me!”

You give him a smile and a nod, you pointed towards the direction of your office hinting to him that you gotta leave for work. He nods, “Right, well, I’ll see you again, tomorrow morning!” He gives you a wave and you were off to the offices again.

Today at work a few guys at IT were caught talking about the WW premiere and how they couldn’t land tickets. “I was on the site at 11:59 last night and I made sure to refresh, but it was all sold out.” You thought about Pedros invite, but it had been so long since you’ve been out to see a movie, even before the whole pandemic, you just preferred staying at home. A part of you really wants to go just to get to know Pedro more and a part of you wants to stay home and just be a couch potato. You didn’t give it any more thought before returning back to work.

It was a absolutely horrible day at work, your client requested to have the proposal revised for the 4th time and marketing decided it was a good time to change up all of the store front promotional materials causing a mountain load of work to be done. You went home, showered and head straight to bed, you had a late lunch, you didn’t feel the need to eat dinner.

It felt like you had only closed your eyes 30 mins ago, but the blaring 7am alarm disturbed your ever so peaceful sleep. You knew that today was one those days where 1 coffee was never going to be enough.

After reaching the cafe you reached to open the doors when you felt a tap on your left shoulder, you turned to see no one, and the other side Pedro was crouched down trying to hide from you view, you giggled out loud when you saw him, “Good morning!” He greeted, “I’m too sleepy for it to be a good morning…” you groaned. Pedro grabbed the door and escorted you inside, “Nothing a little espresso can’t fix!” He cheered, inline, he stood in front of you and ordered, “2 of my usuals and 2 choco cookies please” he then turned over to you, “You won’t have the energy to fight over me buying you a coffee right?” You pouted and nodded as you followed him to the bar, he couldn’t help, but he fix a strand of rogue hair that is sticking up from the back of your head, “Did you not get any sleep last night?”, you shook your head, “I got my 8 hours in, I went home after a long day of OT and after showering, I passed out.”

Pedro nodded, “Hopefully you don’t have to OT today then, I don’t think you’ll survive even a half day” He laughed. You have him a look of agreement, “So about next Monday, would you be free?” He asked. Without filtering your thoughts you blurted, “Of course I am”, the barista handed him the coffees and cookies, “Amazing! That’s awesome, okay, uhm- do you use WhatsApp?” He handed you the coffee and you immediately took a sip and nodded to his question. He hands you his phone and gesture for you to input your number. You added yourself in and he hands you a cookie, “When I’m feeling like shit a nice warm cookie always helps, my sister used to bake these every week when we were living together.” Both of you took a bite out of the cookies and walked towards the exit, “Pedro I don’t want to go to work” you whined like a 10 year old child. “Eres tan linda…” (You’re so cute) you looked to him in confusion, “Huh? Your friend Linda is here?” You look around, “No it’s nothing” he laughs, “But you need to get to work, trust me, it’ll be fine, now that I have you on my phone, I’ll send you motivational memes, I promise!”

You slowly nod your head, “Fine, I’ll go to work…” He waves you goodbye and heads back into his car.

The entire day, at the top of every hour, Pedro sent a work related meme, of if them being GIFs from “The Office, but you honestly found them funny. [5 more hours to go] he texted you. [Longest 5 hours of my life] you responded.

The days leading up to Monday were stressful, you finished the pile of paper work that was sitting at your desk and before you knew it there was a new pile. Your short 5 minute interactions with Pedro were the only thing you looked forward to now.

Monday morning Pedro texts you,

[G morning I didn’t call since you’re probably still sleeping though it’s already 11am]

[Anyways, would you like me to pick you up or did you wanna meet up at the theatre? Movie starts at 4:30, I was thinking movie and dinner?]

You rub your eyes to get a better view of the phone screen.

[Hey P, just woke up lol]

[We can meet at the theatre, it’s only a few train stops away]

[Dinners good]

Pedro almost texted you back instantaneously. [Great, see you there!]

After snuggling in bed for another hour you got up to do some light cleaning and found yourself eating a bowl of cereal for lunch.

You then took a shower and got ready, light coverage make up, simple hair up-do, black tank-top, dark denims and to top it all off a brown leather jacket. You looked at the mountain of shoes you had piling up and decided to just pull on converses’, they honestly go with every look.

You pulled out your phone and texted Pedro [On my way!] and he simply replied with a thumbs up emoji.

You found Pedro by concessions, he was dressed in a similar leather jacket and had a baseball cap on, his arms were hugging a load of snacks. He held a giant bucket of popcorn, a bag of cotton candy, 3 types of choco lates and 2 drinks, when you were in earshot he shouted, “I didn’t know what you liked so uhm- I got one of everything” he had the look in his eyes like a lost puppy, you laughed out, “Oh Pedro, just popcorn would have been fine!” You took some of the load off his hands. “Wow, you look very different when you’re not in business casual attire” Pedro exclaimed as he lead the way to the theater. You give him a questioning side eye, “Good different of bad different?” He gave you another look from head to toe, “Good different, definitely good different”

When you got inside, the theatre started to pack with more viewers, you were busy enjoying the previews and enjoying the cotton candy when you noticed further sinking into his seat and lowering his hat. You gave him a look, he quickly responded, “I’m- uhm, just cold” You didn’t question him and continued to snack away.

The movie was staring and the house lights blacked out, Pedro finally lifted his cap to see the screen.

You noticed how similar Pedro looked to Maxwell Lord, you looked over to Pedro, he has a bit of a mustache/beard situation going, his hair was deep cocoa brown and he looks much younger and slimmer then Maxwell, no, you pinpointed to the fact that you were being delusional.

Then it happened. The line, “Life is good, but it could be better” the line Pedro said to you at the cafe where you first met. You looked over to him eyes-wide. He gave you an innocent smile. “Y- you’re…” Pedro placed his finger to your lip before you could finish the sentence.

You couldn’t ignore the fact that you were watching this movie with him and how he is bitterly in the movie. Your brain couldn’t focus on the dialogue anymore, your ears began to ring, your eyes are out of focus and your hands were getting sweaty.

Pedro notices that you were shaking in your seat, you had the look of impending fear in your eyes.

“Hey are you okay?”

That did it for you, after Pedro asked the question you felt a tsunami wave of anxiety wash over you and bolted out of the theatre, Pedro was quick to follow. People in the theatre quickly noticed, ��Is that Pedro Pascal?” They murmured. He followed you to the fire exit stairwells, you had started hyperventilating and your face was red and felt burning hot. You gripped onto the railing like your life depended on it. Pedro placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled his cap off to place on your head, he knew the bright led lights above the ceiling would make you feel worse. “Hey, listen to my voice, just breathe. Breathe for me, okay.” He then mimicked deep breaths for you to follow, you slowly slump onto the side of the wall, your hands now vibrating. Pedro places his hand onto yours. “Breathe”

You closed your eyes and followed his breathing, after a few minutes everything was much calmer than it was before. “Feeling better?” You nodded. Pedro had the most guilty and remorseful look in his eyes right now. “I’m sorry, I wanted to surprise you, I- I- didn’t mean to- I’m so sorry” His voice sounded muffled to you, but in the moment you just wanted a hug, you wanted to feel grounded, “I wanted to tell you at the cafe, but I didn’t want to gloat so I didn’t day anything, and I-“ before he could finish his sentence you slipped both your arms under his and placed your head on his chest. For a moment the world had stopped spinning and the world was silent. Pedro wrapped you around his arms and breathed with you. A warm feeling crept into your chest, comfort.

#pedro pascal #Pedro Pascal x Reader #Pedro Pascal fan art #Paltalearnstowrite

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😫 I pray all details are correct and also.... sorry for any and all grammatical error. Enjoy C.C.

Fuck!

Monroe, stood in the middle of the room, with an icy stare, directed at you and Barlow. The brown paper bag, in his/her/their hand, slipped, spilling it's contents. You couldn't bare to look, as the small container, with freshly made chicken soup, spilled on the rug. This wasn't what you wanted. No. Wait, please. This wasn't suppose to happen!

Barlow's arms tightened around your thin frame. You wanted so badly to hit him/her/them, but how could you, when you were trapped in his/her/their iron clad hold.

"Fever huh? Feeling under the weather? Haha... how ridiculous!" Monroe said incredulously. He/she/they raked his/her/their hand through his/her/their, hair. "... how could I be so stupid...."

"Monroe it isn't what you think!" You practically yelled.

"Then what is this exactly mc?! On the little bun's birthday, you told me, that there was nothing going on between Barlow and yourself!" He/she/they said, angrily. "And now, I come here only to find you, in the arms of another?!"

Like a fish out of water, your mouth opened, and closed.

Monroe's face redden, to an unhealthy shade. With a look of disgust Monroe stalked towards you and Barlow.

"Barlow, release him/her/them."

"Monroe, a simpleton like yourself, will never understand, the hell I've been through......."

Monroe didn't allow, Barlow to finish his/her/their sentence.

"Bullshit!" Monroe spat coldly.

Don't fight. Please don't fight.

Monroe, grabbed a hold of your hand, which hanged loosely at your side. Barlow growled, as if he/she/they were a wounded animal, when Monroe effortlessly tugged you, out of their/her/his. But it wasn't that easy. Now your body was stuck between two, hot blooded men/women/persons. Who wanted to kill each other. Each one had a hold of your hand and wouldn't let go. You were guilty. You wanted nothing more than to turn back the hands of the clock. But you couldn't.

If you had just... spoken to Barlow on the porch. This wouldn't have happened. But Monroe has always been stubborn. You had told him/her/them, you were sick in hopes that, he/they/she would stay away, instead this man/woman/person...... no!

"Don't look at me like that, MC." Monroe grunted, with clenched teeth. Gone was their/her/his aloofness. The hurt in his/her/their eyes, was more than enough to send you over the edge. Monroe.... don't.... I....

Barlow, tugged your hand, and you couldn't help craning your neck to look at him/her/them. He/she/they looked at you with desperation. At this moment, the only thing keeping him/her/them grounded, was the hold he/she/they, had on you. His/her/their eyes, were as red as a monkey butt. Each droplet of, tear that, dripped from his/their/her eyes, splattered on your heart, making it ache even more.

"MC, I love you....."

"No...." You croaked, despondently.

"I love you."

You didn't want to hear it.

"MC. I love you." Barlow pressed his/her/their tear soaked lips against your fingers. ".... after cheating on you all those years ago. I felt so dirty, tainted. To think I would stoop, so low to hurt the man/woman/person that I loved because I felt insecure...... everyone leaves eventually. Just like..... my parents.... MC.... I.... forgive me. Please. Forgive me.... MC. I love you so much...... don't leave me....."

Thanks for sharing.

Some notes: Monkey butt 😅😂

Monroe is not really the angry or jealous type, but it's your headcanon so it was funny to see that side of them. They are fighting for MC after all. 🤭

That last bit about Barlow's family leaving. Damn! You got that sooo right. 😭

#headcanon

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//My name is Seth or you could call me Kakashi-sensei as well. I'm 34 years old and I’m from Brazil. I've been roleplaying for 11 years. About 4 years on forums, other websites and 7 years on tumblr.

I work at school so that’s mean pretty busy most of the time. So slow activity. And most online on the weekends. Even so I hope you enjoy your stay!

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I don't follow personal blogs. If you have rp sideblog. Just let me know and I will check it out.

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This blog is multiship but singleship in each verse. I do not polyship. Sorry.

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Folks who follow me and I haven't followed yet. At least give me a week to see your about page and rules. I work full time and only on the weekends do I have more free time. If I liked you about page it's because I'm interested and I'll probably follow. Just give me a time alright? Only if it's been more than a week then it's likely I won't follow back.

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Despite being a bit shy, I'm always trying to interact with all my mutuals. So if you don't communicate with me, send asks, or we don't have a thread between our muses. I'm going to assume you don't want to interact at all and unfollow/soft block. I can understand that tumblr is a shit sometimes, people is busy, even hiatus. Besides that, sorry I won't be following you. And I hope you understand and respect that.

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Most active on the weekends. During the week is slow activity.

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This blog will not engage in any kind of drama. I've done this in the past and pretty much had traumatic experiences out of it. If you're involved in some kind of drama and I find out about it later, you'll get a soft block or block depending. Don't insist and I hope you just respect it.

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I'm usually pretty open minded with most fandoms. But even so I have a small list that I don't want to interact with or I don't see my muse interacting. If you are a multimuse that has muses in one of theses fandoms it's ok. I'm just going to interact with your other muses. I ask you please respect and don't insist. Note that more can be added if needed.

The fandoms are these: Five nights at Freddy's, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Lazy town, Strange Things.

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If you have no page rules or bio about your muses. Even if they are canons, it will likely I’ll not follow or follow back your rp blog.

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No godmodding, please.

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I am not native English. So forgive me for some possible typos and grammatical errors.

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I don't roleplay on Discord. It's hard to get online there. And with my scarce time it gets even worse. So please I ask you to respect this.

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I ask you to trim your posts. I probably won't follow or I'll unfollow if you tend to do that. It ends up getting too much pollution in my dash and it's complicated to navigate on desktop and mobile.

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Most slow activity. Generally, my work takes up most of my time. Plus, other IRL stuff that makes me tired as well. Sorry for that. If you are the type of mun that cannot wait for a reply for so long or you want constant interaction between our muses(or even between muns) Please don't follow me. Always do what is most comfortable for you. But if you follow me, keep in mind that I work slowly most of the time ok?

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I don't roleplay romance or smut with underage muses. But platonic relationships, like family, friends, guardian and teacher I don't see problems. As long as it doesn't go beyond that. If you insist, I block instantly.

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Trigger themes mentioned in this blog in the vast majority will be death, gore, murder, weapons, alcohol, smoke, suggestive sexual themes and religious themes. If you have a specific trigger feel free to remind me. Personal triggers are lolicon, pedophilia, incest, rape, tripofobia. I ask that you tag these topics appropriately, please. As smut post too.

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Thanks for reading this and I hope you have fun!

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