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reveluving · 1 year

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a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey <3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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twola · 8 months

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Could we perhaps get #40 “Show them that your mine.”? I’m so obsessed with your writing and characterization 😭

Smithfield's is crowded tonight. Of course it is, it was market day in this cowtown, bringing in men ready to spend their hard earned cash on liquor and women.

At least, that's what you told Arthur as you were trying to convince him to take you to Valentine for the night - you were sure you could bring back some money easy for the gang.

Considering the drunken men surrounding you now trying to ply your favor with words and whiskey, it was certainly going to be easy. Soft, flirtatious words, a hand placed on a chest, against the breast pocket to swipe and into yours. Easy. The night was certainly going well.

"So where you from, sweetheart? Most the women 'round here don't look better than the sheep." Your current target paws at your rear awkwardly, and you plaster a fake smile upon your face as you press a hand against his shoulder, trying to gain a little bit of room between you.

"West of here... on the other side of West Elizabeth."

"Ooh," another man ogles, "Got ourselves an exotic one here."

You smirk at him, batting your eyelashes, knowing that you lifted his pocketwatch off of him minutes before.

Your eyes scan the room, to land across the bar, where Arthur sits alone, nursing a beer sitting atop a stool near the wall.

He looks miserable. As if he can feel your gaze upon him, he looks up for a moment. In his eyes, those pools of azure blue, a pleading sentiment echoes.

Show them that you’re mine.

Those eyes quickly dart downward to the floor, obscured by the rim of that old hat he wears.

You know he wasn’t going to march up to you and yank you away from the men surrounding you at the bar. For as rough and tumble and fearsome he could be as an outlaw, Arthur’s self-worth was painfully low - the blush that stains his cheeks when you whimper in his ear as he pushes inside you, you know he’ll sit there on the stool in the corner of the saloon as drunken men continue to flirt with you.

You and he are still in this strange place of not knowing what your relationship truly was - nothing public has been shown, even though you two sneak out of camp from time to time to share a bedroll where no one can hear the noises he drags out of you.

But now, in front of people? You two circle each other as if any sort of affection could burn.

Another glass of whiskey is pushed into your arms by the ranch hand who seems desperate to get up your skirts tonight. You thank him, with a soft smile, and look back to Arthur across the bar, and such a sadness radiates off of him that you know you're going to have to break the rules of whatever is going on between you.

You brush past the man blocking your path, leaving him sputtering indignantly as you down the whiskey he bought you and leave the glass on the bar. Arthur's eyebrow piques with curiosity as he pushes up off the bar to sit up straight in the stool. You hold his stare as you round the corner of the bar, stepping straight into his space.

"What d'ya nee-"

His question is cut off completely as your hands reach immediately for the collar of his shirt, and you pull yourself to press upon his lips with immediacy. His surprise leaves him shocked still for a moment, but after what seems like forever, his shocked eyes close and his lips press back against your own. Its only a moment longer before his big, warm hands find your waist and heave you up into his lap. Your tongue presses against the seam of his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Someone groans somewhere behind you, yelling something about the two of you getting a room.

Arthur's hand pulses on your hip as he pulls back slowly, a warm smile blooming on his face, inches away from yours.

"I think a room sounds good, don't it?"

#arthur morgan #red dead fanfic #twolafic #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption 2 #miniprompt #arthur morgan x reader

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belit0 · 10 months

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What if Indra and Madara have a wife that really loves her kids, she also yells at him when he's been too mean and defends her kids with her life😭 I hope Indra doesn't throw hands😭💀

Noooo, Indra may be a terrible yandere, but he knows better than to be a woman-beating coward!🙏🙏🙏

I love all requests involving the Uchiha as fathers, please keep sending me them!! It's beautiful to see them in environments that don't involve war and destruction, and being fatherly love figures😭❣️

Indra

- He loves (Y/N) with all his little heart will allow, but getting involved with the way he handles the upbringing of his children is a big NO. He will use an iron fist to forge kids who know how to stand up for themselves if necessary, and if she has anything to say about it, they will fight. Papa Indra is a great and fearsome figure of respect to whom no argument is countered and orders are obeyed (for his children, (Y/N) fearlessly ignore this).

- His wife will be present at all training, and will try to reduce Otsutsuki's severity altogether. If she expected him to be gentle because it is about his own children, she is wrong. It will drive her crazy when she sees her little ones flying through the air because daddy is too tough, and she scolds him in front of them.

- Indra is deeply insulted by how (Y/N) tries to diminish his authority before the kids, and they engage in a quarrel that lasts for weeks. Eventually, they come to an agreement, where she doesn't mess with his ways, but he is a little less severe. When the infants turn 10, he can treat them as he pleases, but not until that age.

- He focuses on an infant-friendly regimen, which even for (Y/N) is still too demanding, and on many occasions he has to put up with her nagging and watching her drag the children away from him in her arms.

- She is so overprotective, her own kids are the ones who return with him to the training ground after escaping their mother's watchful eye, and ask him to continue with their activities. Indra smiles proudly and restrains himself, as he appreciates his sons also want to spend time with him.

- He's not the best father, but he tries.

Madara

- He can't be hard on them, he adores them so much he can't even scold them when they deserve it. In fact, Madara is the permissive father his children ask for everything first because they know he will say yes, afterwards going to confront their mother with daddy's confirmation in advance to argue their case.

- He refuses to be the one training them. He considers himself a very tough and pushy person with the workouts he prefers to give, and could never treat his little ones that way. He ends up asking Izuna to take over, and (Y/N) scolding the young Uchiha when he gets too hard on them.

- The few times he had to scold one of them for making a mess, he did it guiltily. In his children he sees the souls of those brothers he lost as a child, and he can't be mean to them. He lets them do whatever they want, and if Mom comes back to find a mess at home because Dad didn't set limits, Madara will be reprimanded along with his children as if they were all the same age.

- In one special situation, his children made a big disaster while (Y/N) was not at home. At that point he realized he should put his foot down because his children see him more as an accomplice than a figure of respect, and he goes a bit overboard with his scolding. His kids are slightly traumatized, and know not to push their luck when it comes to their father.

- He rarely yells at them, and beyond that particular time, he did so only one other time. In front of (Y/N), he berated his boys vehemently, and it was she who yelled at him at the time for being "too hard on my babies!" (as if she wasn't...). Madara chose to abide by the commander's orders and remain silent.

- Good father, with a lot of effort.

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actualbird · 9 months

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HI!!! i wanted to ask ur opinion on how the nxx boys sneeze 😭 it was a hilarious thought because i was trying to sleep when suddenly i heard my dad make the loudest, most disruptive sneeze ever and i thought "thats so funny lol WAIT what if the tot boys sneezed".

i generally think the tot boys would be more "a-chooooo...." rather than a nuclear explosion but i need ur opinion. HOW WOULD THEY SNEEZE!!??

scream omfg i love this ask and i remember i actually talked about this with @samsspambox once forever ago so, without further ado

how the nxx boys sneeze

vyn: sneezes normal but my god he's super sensitive to allergies and, most of all, Pollen. which is hell, given that he loves to garden. but his easy workaround is just to wear a mask, and that usually saves him when hes working on his own garden. but come Pollen Season, and all the plants and trees spewing particles into the air, and hes a nose-clogged sneezy mess. his students know that when it's pollen season to not piss him off because he will be so cranky from all the sneezing and also the horrid feeling of only having one nostril unobstructed

artem: sneezes the Loud Dad Sneeze. he is the disruptive sneezer, the nuclear explosion. he is sneezing like how a lion roars deeply to establish its territory lines, except artem isnt a literal lion and does not do this on purpose. his sneezes are LOUD. the type of loud that makes people want to ask artem if hes okay afterwards cuz it's so loud it seemed like it dislodged a rib or something. it's immensely comical, given artem's usual quiet nature, that his sneezes are a force of nature. he could sneeze in his office and people all the way over in the pantry would hear it. he is, and i cannot stress this enough, so fucking embarrassed about it.

marius: the sneeze that keeps wanting to happen but Doesnt happen. you know, the cliffhanger sneeze, the sneezes that are like "ah...aaAAAHH...AAAAAAAHH—" and then the resulting "choo" doesnt happen. and this Not Happening just Keeps Happening. it's agonizing. marius will start a sneeze at 9:55am but the Conclusion Of The Sneeze only happens by 10:03am, once hes already in a meeting with the board of directors. how unsightly, he KNOWS, but the worst part really is the sheer anticipation. what marius would GIVE to have a normal sneeze.

luke: the tiniest kitten sneeze on the planet, and always 6 times consecutively in a row MINIMUM. back during the NSB Days(TM), the fearsome Agent Raven arrived at the training class he handles with a slight cold, saying he'll just monitor and teach and give pointers while socially distanced. the trainees were so scared cuz "wow, hes still coming in even when hes sick, how TERRIFYINGLY DEDICATED, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVEN." and then luke steps back and grabs a piece of tissue, obviously rearing for a sneeze, and the trainees thought "oh i bet his sneeze is the Loud Disruptive one, just like his own scary fighting skills, to be expected from the FEARSOME AGENT RAVE—" and then

it's the smallest, cutest sneeze. one after the other. and another. and another. it was like hearing a squeaky dog toy get squeezed several times vigorously. it was like how you'd assume a pixie sneezes. it was like the sound sprinkles and pink bubbles would make if those could sneeze.

once luke is done with his consecutive sneezes (that, for the life of him, he could not stop) he promptly death-glares at the trainees and they all agree to Never Bring It Up.

but the consecutive kitten sneezes still follow luke through his life and all the way up to, yep, the nxx team being able to witness it

mc: awww, it's been so long since ive seen your cute sneeze!!

luke, nose clogged: it's [sneeze] not cute! [sneeze]

marius: it's so cute, i think my heart is melting

luke: shut [sneeze] up!

marius: AAAWWW, is the big bad agent having some twouble? >:3

luke: dont you f[sneeze]ucking patronize [sneeze] me!

mc: do you need more tissue?

luke: PLE[sneeze]ASE

#tears of themis #tears of themis headcanon #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce #im a consecutive sneezer but not tiny kitten sneezes just normal consecutive #asks #anon

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wolfnonymous · 10 months

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hi guess who’s back with another not proofread fic at 1 am. might be a little ooc, sorry :((

also ngl I had no idea where I was going with this. I just wrote whatever came to mind 😭😭

i spend all my days trying to forget her face

warning for angst! part 2 here

The Sword Champion of the Luofu couldn’t keep her eyes off you. Every single day, she’d see you running around healing the sick and treating the wounds of the injured. Some days, you would greet her with a soft smile and ask her if she was well. Other days, you give her a quick nod and run off to your destination. Either way, you sent butterflies fluttering in Jingliu’s stomach.

Her stone cold exterior was nothing more than a facade when she was alone with you, but those moments were few and far in between. A few times you’ve pulled her aside after an intense day of training and wrapped her calloused, bleeding hands. Your soft touch sent shivers down her spine as you bandaged the bruises on her arms. Another time, she found herself having tea with you on a pleasant day.

There was even a time where a young Jing Yuan noticed the subtle changes in his master when you were around. You were almost like an older sister to him. So the cheeky apprentice would try to set you up with Jingliu in a multitude of ways, and it would work. You and Jingliu would end up alone in situations where Jingliu’s heart would pound in her chest more than a fearsome battle could ever make her. But before you or her could say anything, she would compose herself and separate quickly from you.

Jingliu has a goal: to gain the power to slay the gods. Nothing can stand in her way. She can’t have foolish love poison her mind and distract her from the ultimate goal.

But the swordswoman couldn’t help but always hope you returned her feelings and approach her first. That way, she would have an excuse to give into the sweet embrace of love. In the hundreds of years you’ve known her, you never did. You never knew how much she wanted to be with you, to stand by your side as your lover. She wanted to spend the rest of your lives sharing in every joy or sorrow you’d have.

You always knew of her powerful swordsmanship and strength, and admired her hard working qualities from afar. But it was those qualities that intimidated you into thinking she would never spare a thought of you or romance. You chose to ignore the warmth you saw in her crimson eyes when you were alone with her. As a healer, you kept your relationship with her strictly professional. One day, she might not come back from the battlefield, and the distance you kept would protect you from pain and heartbreak. It was better this way. At least, that’s what you thought.

When that fateful day came, it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. Jing Yuan returned victorious - but at a cost. The moment you saw his downcast expression and the dark look in his eyes, you knew she was gone. Her mind succumbed to the mara, forcing Jing Yuan to end her with his blade.

With the waves of injured soldiers coming in, you had no time to grieve. You forced yourself to focus on tending to the wounded. Every bruise, every scar reminded you of the times you’d patch her up after fights. It felt nauseating to even be in the present when everything reminded you of her. Once your task was done, there was nothing you could do to distract yourself fully. Alone in your office, you fell to your knees sobbing. Jing Yuan found you huddled up and stayed by your side, sharing in your grief and pain. Both of you had lost someone important that day.

Centuries passed by in the blink of an eye. You watched Jing Yuan grow into the general he is today. You yourself became one of the most highly praised and respected healers on the Xianzhou. And Jingliu… her name was erased and forgotten. Nobody spoke of her name. It was forbidden to even mention her. The taboo nature of it all made you doubt yourself. The unrequited love you felt for so long, the vulnerability you swore you felt when you were with her, was it really just fake? Were you making up things and turned a blind eye to the bad because you were so in love? So much time has passed, so many things have changed - but you still felt yourself pining for a lost love. Jingliu has been gone for so many seasons now, so why is it that you still long for her?

The thought hung over your mind as you walked through the dimly lit streets one evening. The Luofu was currently in chaos with the sudden appearance of Stellaron Hunters and the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. Jing Yuan was busy, so you were left alone with nobody to share your wistful thoughts with.

You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings and bumped into someone, so you mumbled a quick apology to the stranger. But something caught your eye and made you freeze. It was as if time stood still.

The stranger had long white hair, an elegant dress of blue, black, and white, and a black blindfold covering their eyes. You knew who it was instantly. Those exact details were burned into your memory after countless hours of gazing upon them.

You couldn’t see the woman’s eyes, but you felt her staring back at you. But just like before, you both walked away. This time, it was you who left first.

It must’ve been a cruel trick from the Aeons. The moment you thought about Jingliu, a woman looking exactly like her appears in front of you. Just seeing someone similar to her again tore an old wound open in your heart. The pain was almost unbearable, so you left quickly lest a poor stranger see you break down in tears.

The stranger watched you as you walked away hurriedly. Some emotion tugged at her heart. Sorrow? Longing? Regret? It didn’t matter, but the feelings lingered even when you were long gone.

She couldn’t remember much after the Mara struck, but something was so familiar about you. Forgotten feelings threatened to rise to the surface.

History repeated itself. Jingliu pushed down those feelings, and so did you. The past was in the past. It was time to move on.

title is from “forget her” by girl in red.

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A Lingering Past

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Word count: 2000

Warnings: none

Content: Buggy loses you and it breaks him, making him remember the first night he saw you.

Y'all asked for it, here is Buggy pining and longing 🥹😭💖💖💖

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“I would sure love to help you guys but it’s time I exit stage left.”, Buggy ran off from the chaos of the fight feeling the thrill of finally being put back together.

He had helped the Straw hat pirates more graciously than he would have liked and all that work for nothing in return too. But now that wasn’t the core issue, he scrambled through Arlong Park dodging blows or the possibilities of being lured into a fight because he only had one goal.

He had to find you. His mind relentlessly thinking of you when he was with those bickering kids, that even his incessant sea shaties or jokes weren't giving him relief.

He rubbed the base of his neck, flexed his fingers, the image of that tank you were put in flashing across his mind. For a man having become famous and fearsome all by portraying himself as a fool, his life wasn’t so light hearted or comedic.

The dread crept in, the guilt of his plans going askew and inadvertently causing you pain. He knew his plans always had the tendency to fail and yet in the end he would always profit from it. But this plan of his had failed and as he tirelessly searched for you with a fading hope that somehow he could still be victorious, to find you and get back, it only seemed more unlikely.

But his sick prickled when another image flashed in his mind. Of you in the tank having run out of oxygen because of his delay. He placed a gloved hand over his mouth as he gagged. He hadn’t eaten anything in the last day and a half. So he stopped by the open bar to compose himself when he caught sight of the glass bowl. Somehow seeing it empty only prolonged the anxiety.

He ran to it, unable to believe the new possiblity that was beginning to creep into his mind, that he had be double crossed or cheated. Or maybe in the nugget of belief he held in optimism and everything good, there was also a possibility that you could have escaped. The rise and fall of hope and despair wasn't doing him any good, he began to feel seasick while on land.

Just as he stood there, he recognized one of the henchmen from Arlong’s crew trying to sneak away, the one who was left behind to keep an eye on you. Buggy’s patience had worn out, he needed answers and so he reached out to get them, in his style.

Before the man could run, Buggy extended his arm but let loose his hand towards him. With catapulting speed, he felt his fingers reach for the man’s throat and from where Buggy stood, he willed his hand back to him dragging the henchman along within his closed fingers.

“Where’s my girl?”, his deadly stare bore into the chocking man in his grasp.

He wasn’t willing to give an answer and so his anger flared even further. Buggy rammed the man to the ground, letting his detached hands continue to construct his airways as the fish man tried to escape his hold.

"I ask you a question, I expect an answer.", Buggy gritted his teeth.

He put one foot on the man’s chest and leaned towards his face to see his unrelenting effort at keeping his mouth shut. The veins in his eyes turned red as his throat began to expand. It was now or never, he either got the clue or this man died in the process. But Buggy held on, with what hope he didn’t know.

The henchman tapped his hand on the ground as a sign that he yielded, Buggy let go, his hands snapping back to his arm as he heard the man spit out in a coarse tone.

“Her ransom was paid.”, the man coughed and it caused Buggy to spiral..

“She was never yours.”, he laughed cynically as he looked up at Buggy.

But now Buggy’s rage couldn't be bridled further. They had sold you under some pretext, the failure of his strategy had now caused him to lose the only important person in his life.

He crouched down to level his gaze with the henchman’s.

“What nonsense are you spouting now, gills?”, he sneered knowing well that the red smile on his face didn’t look funny anymore as the man groveling at his feet shifted in fear so to enhance Buggy smiled holding up his blades against his chin.

“The island of Makara had lost its princess when a coup took place twenty five years ago. A mermaid with the same resemblance as your missus.”, the man slurred his words as he held up his hands begging for mercy.

Lost princess? How had he never known?

"She's not my....", Buggy huffed. "Never mind.", he said looking away.

It changed everything. Every time he looked into your eyes, he had a feeling you were more than just what you had settled for. More than what he could offer you.

“What I find funny is that she went willingly. Maybe all she needed was something better than you for her to leave you behind without so much of a thought.”, the man chuckled.

Buggy got up, putting all his pent up frustration into a kick to the fish man’s abdomen. “The funny thing is, I don't need your insight. Stop talking like you knew her.”

“Did you?”, the man grunted and Buggy paused, all this useless talk was working it's way into his head.

The world swirled around him, all the voices in his head coming to life. Some criticising him for having lost someone as valuable as you. His mind concocting ways in which you could have been more pivotal if you held a higher social standing, all the money and information you would have been privy to. But the one that ached the most was the subdued voice of his heart telling him that he had lost you forever. Because now your life could afford you everything he couldn’t.

What had to offer besides his pathetic self?

He knew you, the true you. Would that be enough?

Would that compare to a throne and a kingdom?

Would you have been satisfied with a useless man's love as opposed to gold?

It broke him, the self hatred taking over his body in ways that made him heart collapse. All those nights he held with fondness now ruined by thinking how your skin held an impression of him. Him! A clown of the seas while you were royalty.

With every step he took, the loneliness began to wrap around him, his heart heavy with loss and contention. He was now free to go after the One piece but why did it seem irrelevant now?

His crew, his ship, you, all lost in a matter of days when it took him years to build and find.

It was possible that wherever you were, you hated him now having learnt of what you were actually worth. Everytime you sat by next to him in his Captain’s quarters, trying to piece together the memory of the night you ended up by the cove, he would change the topic. Not because he wanted to prevent you from finding out your heritage, your true home. It was out of a more stupid selfish reason.

If he had known the truth about your past, he would have taken you back to your island himself. But the whole problem was because he could never seem to walk away from you. He balanced on a tightrope in his mind, he wanted to figure out your past but the fear from that was, if you did, you would slip away from his fingers and take with you the only comfort he had in his life, that not even his art couldn’t soothe his pain.

Everything else lost its meaning the moment he erased you from his life.

The night by the cove, as he slipped away from the loud local pub by the docks to hear of the raid that had happened in a nearby town. He had spent a fair time at sea by then, that news like these weren't as surprising. But in order to battle the numbness that he developed through the years of being part of a crew he would look out to the ocean every night, that once gave him joy.

Before he ate the devil fruit, he would frolic in the salty waters. To work off his frustration or take time for himself, to indulge in a swim. His fingers twitched even as he thought of feeling the waves brush against him, muscle memory, it was a part of him, a part of him that had died once he gained this ability of his.

So as he walked by the beach, making sure his feet didn’t touch the waves that splashed against the shore. He heard your voice then, your song, in a language he didn’t understand but his soul did, cause the pain in it was the same he carried. The dark night concealed the sharp rocks so he feared as he climbed over it carefully, afraid that one cut would cause him to turn to pieces to then be washed away.

But he persisted, the only time he worked for something because his heart craved this peace he felt as he heard your singing. All his torment seemed to vanish and that was a relief no amount of his treasures could give him.

And there you were, your long dark brown hair spread around you in the water like the wisps of black smoke that escaped from his cannon balls. Your dark eyes reflecting the clear dark sky he would wish for stars in. Your tailing catching the light as you swirled it anxiously, each scale like studded jewels he could never find in any loot. He was mesmerized as he reached his hand out to you. Not because he wanted to capture you, he wanted to know how it would be like, to touch you.

To his surprise that given his appearance, you waded closer, placing your hand softly into his when he saw your webbed fingers. He inhaled sharply, for so long he had seen ordinary people around him, his nose a hideous thing he could never get past but your fingers, the slight shimmer of scales of your skin.

You were unique and beautiful. Giving him the smallest hope that he maybe he was too, only that no one could see it.

He balanced his feet with great effort, one slip and he would drown in this lagoon. But then he saw a gnash on the side of your tail that could only be caused by a harpoon. You were driven into this rocky place in search of protection.

His heart twitched as he fear faded. You were cast aside and hunted. He held onto your hand firmly, he didn’t have a proper ship yet or a strong enough crew but he was certain of one thing. That he would protect you. He pulled you up but just as he did he watched in awe as your tail transformed into legs, your dress sticking onto your wet skin.

He held you close as he wrapped you within his coat as he let you catch your breath. You rested your head on his chest. You were a teenager just like him, your tan skin so supple he wanted to trace his finger over your cheek. But no one had sought comfort from him, ever.

So now as he watched you steady yourself with your eyes closed as you held onto him, his heart beating in sync with yours. There was nothing more precious than this in the world, his heart felt full for the first time. As his eyes traced your body he saw your wound on your calf and observed with wonder how the water sealed your scars.

The more he saw, the more he began to realize how similar you were to him. That just like him, you sealed yourself back together, over and over. He wrapped his hand around you, here in the dark hidden from every eye, he could let his defenses drop. He knew how hard it was, to always walk away as though nothing had impacted or hurt you. Although neither of your bodies retained the scars, he knew of the scars your heart always remembered.

“Let’s get you home, fishtail.”, he said softly as he carried you. Someone at the pub should know where you had to go, but until then in his arms for these few extra minutes, you were his. He had found you and so took solace in his greatest find that even the one piece could never contend with.

Now all that time he cheated himself to have with you had caught up, to take you from him forever, to forbid him from even trying to approach you. What good would it do if he stormed the gates of your kingdom?

Would you still run to his arms?

You would be queen and he, like the moniker he had chosen for himself, would be the jester.

Fate had a funny way of reminding him where he belonged and as often as he played it off to maintain his appearance as a fearsome pirate, it felt like all the forces had conspired together to play the biggest prank on him. To give him everything he wanted and then rip it away only to laugh at his face.

You had warned him against it, his foolish head stuck in the clouds, and yet he never listened. How stupid, he had let himself to believe a man like him could be blessed to have a life with a woman like you, but it wasn’t to be.

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Joker wanting batmans girl for a while and seducing her ;) Your blog is my happy place 💖

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In all fairness, good ol' Batsy should have hidden you better. If Joker could put two and two together, then honestly.. anyone could!

The lingering stares, the way Batman treated you after heroic saves, to video surveillance of the caped crusader entering your apartment at odd hours of the night..

You were Batman's secret lover and as such, an ideal target for his adversaries.

Joker squealed in delight when he got the final confirmation that you were Batman's girl. He couldn't wait to get his hands on you and bring the fearsome hero to his knees.

Love could make people do crazy things and Joker wanted to test that theory out on Batman.

Months of planning the perfect kidnapping was done in great detail and Joker only trusted himself to execute it. The planning involved closely monitoring you and getting even closer to learn your traits and habits.

Joker lived and breathed everything related to you to gather enough information to pull off this mission. He never calculated getting emotionally attached to you and that led to his own downfall.

He studied your daily routine until he could memorize it in his sleep. And he took great pride in knowing little details that you hardly knew about yourself. Joker knew what certain food you liked or which bouquet of flowers made you smile the brightest and unknowingly began pursuing you.

Whenever you had bad days at work, he would leave gifts at your front door with a little note:

"For you" with a crudely scribbled heart.

It was natural that you were hesitant to accept the offerings but eventually you chalked it up to being from Batman.

Joker hated that so he went out of his way to prove that it wasn't. He bought you personalized self care products and your favorite candy on days when Bats was absent yet you still assumed it was from your lover.

J wasn't sure when his ploy to kidnap you turned into courting you instead. It was a gradual shift with how quickly you sucked him into your world.

Suddenly it wasn't a burden but a pleasure to keep tabs on you. He wanted to see a smile on your face and be the cause behind it.

If you traveled via public transit, Joker would protect you during the commute. He'd take out your trash and leave subtle clues that your rent was due while you were at work. It took everything in him not to just pay it outright but in doing so, it would bring too much alarm to himself.

Joker hated it— but he had to care for you from afar. He provided for you far better than Batman did yet he got all the credit!

Joker was at his wits end but months of unsuccessfully wooing you were about to change.

You left your window open.

It wasn't a big deal, (it was Batman's entrance into your flat) but tonight it was well known that the bat was preoccupied.

Joker was skeptical as he settled into his normal spot to monitor you. Only you surprised him again by going off schedule.

On Thursdays, dinner was done around seven and you either took a shower or a very looooong bath which ended roughly around nine. Your valued beauty sleep and strived to be in bed around ten if Bats didn't stop by.

Just thinking about what the two of you did together made Joker's blood boil. Bats indeed was a lucky man.

All jealousy aside.. The bee shaped night light that Joker gifted you casted silhouettes of your supple form as you moved around the apartment, just like the busy bee he named you after.

It didn't matter what time of the day it was, you were always up doing something. Tonight, you completely deviated from your schedule and skipped a bath to prepare for bed early.

By no means was Joker a gentleman however he found himself looking away when you walked by the window, removing your shirt. Another reason why he hated Batman: you were absolutely stunning and confident enough to strip out in the open— even if you were in the privacy of your own home.

Normally Joker watched you through the curtains but tonight you unknowingly gave him a front row seat to the best show in the world. And when you bent over to take off your pants, Joker couldn't bear it anymore.

He was blinded by your beauty and honestly it felt like he was invading your privacy; as if the months of stalking you wasn't the exact same thing.

He counted to two hundred and opened his eyes. Good. You were securing your hair for bed— wearing the most beautiful lingerie set Joker had ever seen.

His heart stopped as you left the bee light on and slipped underneath the covers.

Joker didn't come back to your apartment for a few days after that peepshow. One, because he felt guilty for staring, and two, because Batman was back.

Batman threw a wrench in Joker's surveillance routine for a full week. Joker didn't realize just how much he looked forward to being around you until he wasn't.

J spent his downtime ordering his gang members around and committing other crimes while trying his hardest not to think about you.

You and your gorgeous smile, the way you parted your hair so it fell over your eyes, (they were the shiniest gems in the world in his opinion) to the sound of your voice as you sang along to music, down to the intricate tattoo that curved up your hip that J so desperately wanted to trace with his tongue..

Oh no.

He was thinking way too deep here. You were a target! Joker would use you to break the Bat once and for all. He had a goal and it echoed in his mind quite clearly.

Break the Bat. Use you to break the Bat. Use you.. to.. break... well well well. Suddenly lightbulbs went off in Joker's head. He could have his cake and eat it too.

Joker ensured a big crime halfway across the city distracted Batman from visiting you and once the coast was clear, he took up his vigil. Nothing had changed but you foolishly left your window open again. It's like you wanted someone to kill you in your sleep.

That could be arranged.

It was Friday night and you normally stayed indoors either to binge watch a show or work on your laptop in the living room all night.

You did neither. Joker concluded that you weren't home after a quick scan. It was the green light for him to enter and check on his internal systems.

He planted a mic and a motion detector in your living room but they hadn't picked up any readings for quite some time. He feared Batman may have found it or that it was damaged somehow.

Thankfully your apartment has access to the fire escape so Joker could hop in straight into your living room with no issues. Your flat was dark and quiet so he moved in a lax manner to check on his equipment when he abruptly stopped.

Down the hall, your bedroom door was cracked open. He didn't want to believe what he thought he heard yet it was undeniable.

A soft, but audible, moan.

He wanted to hear it again. Joker didn't know his feet carried him to your room until you shrieked in alarm when the door creaked open.

"Ah! Um.. B-Bats? Is that you?" You were about to turn on a top light when Joker rushed over to stop you.

His hands were freezing cold especially with the leather gloves he wore. You were used to the Kevlar material of the Batsuit being warm and rigid on your skin, not cold. You flinched back because of it.

"Your hands are ice! I thought you said the suit has an inner warming system? Bats? Are you still there?"

You were naturally curious. Joker had only seconds before that curiosity got the better of you and you investigated further. He couldn't talk and give away that he wasn't your caped lover, so he didn't risk replying.

Joker just climbed in the bed behind you.

"W-Wait! Wait!" But it was too late. Joker was already flush with your body under the covers and he was in heaven.

Your soft curves were right there for the taking and Joker's hands shook with the need to caress them. For now his hands hovered an inch above your skin, frozen in place.

You heard a shaky sigh behind you and it wasn't the deep modulated one that the cowl normally created.

Something wasn't right but you didn't want to tip the stranger off that you were onto them. Whoever this was, they nuzzled their nose into your neck and the sensation made you shiver.

Why did it feel so good?

"Um.. I wasn't expecting you to visit t-tonight. Can you give me a minute to, ah! C-Cold!"

Joker lost the fight and rested his glove clad hands on your heated skin. It was slick with sweat and he briefly wondered if you were hot from a fever. It would explain the moan he heard. What if you were in pain?

Joker gently shushed you as he used his cold hands to try and cool you down; however, they did more harm than good.

You began to squirm as Joker's hands roamed your body. Then he heard that sweet melody again: your stifled whine. He wanted to hear it unobstructed so he rubbed your lower stomach as he brushed his lips against your neck.

"Ngh.. uhh um.. I-I thought you didn't lik— ah!"

Another hush entered your ears as Joker finally gained the courage to move his fingers in between your thighs. And then he discovered why you were soooo hot. He scoffed and rewarded you with a proper kiss to your neck.

You were absolutely soaked.

His busy bee was busy touching herself when he snuck in. How cute.

You clawed at Joker's wrist but you didn't say anything to stop him. All that fell from your lips were moans and whimpers. He loved each and every one of them. You rolled your head further back into the pillows and Joker followed your retreat to sample the taste of your skin.

He would definitely leave hickeys but neither of you cared at the moment. Right now, Joker's fingers rubbed perfect little circles on your clit while his other hand snaked around to pinch your neglected nipples. It was thrilling to allow a complete stranger to touch you. It made you sob in pleasure.

The closer you climbed, the more your body bucked in Joker's arms. He tried his best not to blow his cover with any form of communication.

And it was by far the hardest thing he ever had to do.

He knew you were right there, teetering on the edge of bliss. He wanted nothing more to shower you with the praises you needed to get off.

All Joker could do was hum and hope you followed his nonverbal cues. And because you were such a good girl, you did.

The dam finally broke with a broken plea spilling from your lips. Joker bit his own when your juices pooled in his palm and soiled the bed sheets.

He didn't stop rubbing your clit until you meekly cried, too sensitive. But the sound of your sloppy pussy just called him to do the right thing. You needed more attention.

Joker rolled you onto your stomach and the motion startled you out of your afterglow. Well that, and something was currently poking you in the lower back.

This wasn't something Batman would do. Sure he manhandled you quite a bit, (he remained in his suit ninety percent of the time during his nightly visits) but he was never like this.

Absolutely nothing was wrong with this level of passion, in fact you craved it, although it didn't feel right.

Either something was wrong with Batman or your suspicions were correct that it wasn't him. If not, then you had a good guess on who it was.

He wasn't as stealthy as he thought.

You turnt your head to catch a glimpse in the mirror. Even though it was pitch black in your bedroom, the moonlight worked in your favor to identify the man hovering above you. What you saw was enough to make your worst fears come to life.

You weren't stupid. Someone other than Batman was watching you these past few months. The uneasy feeling of being followed, things in your apartment not being where you left it, and the most incriminating evidence— finding a hidden mic in your living room led you to your hypothesis.

You were being watched by someone dangerous and the flowers and other pretty gifts couldn't gloss over that fact.

The smart thing to do was confront Batman about it. It could actually be his equipment but there was no reason for him to spy on you.

Which led you to believe that it wasn't Bats. In that case you decided not to tell him. You were just a booty call; he wasn't responsible for your safety.

This was a problem you could handle on your own and you would start troubleshooting it right now.

"Um c-condoms are in the second drawer." You arched your back and Joker's gaze dropped down to admire it.

He hesitated and the silence made you fess up.

"I-I know who you are. I don't know much about Batman.. um he and I aren't really that close. So I'm afraid I won't be the best hostage if you decide to um, kidnap me." You paused to laugh but it lacked mirth. "I doubt he'd come rescue me anyway."

Joker was speechless. What man in their right mind wouldn't come rescue you?! He just couldn't wrap his head around the insanity of it.

You gasped when Joker flipped you back over to face him. In the dark, the Prince of Crime hovered above you looking absolutely furious.

But not toward you. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and spoke for the first time.

Hearing Joker on the news was one thing. His voice was designed to instill fear in the hearts of many, yet in this intimate little bubble within your bedroom, his voice was liquid honey to your ears.

"BaT-mannn is a fool. The most uhh, precious thing in the worldd is right here.. and he refuses to protect it."

He traced his fingers from your temple down to your trembling lips. "Tell me little bee. Does he treat ya right? And. Don't. Lie."

Joker bent down to continue marking your neck. You jumped and rested your hands upon his shoulders, trying to drum up the right response.

Could you really tell your lover's sworn enemy that you weren't happy? Sure Batman was an experienced lover— he brought a sense of thrill into your bed, but once he was done, that was it.

Batman was too busy for proper affection. He was always on the go and oftentimes your time with him was interrupted by crimes in the area.

Your 'relationship' with Batman was a fleeting one. He kept his cowl on and you didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

You knew he had other lovers but when he slipped through your window, he was yours— if only for a few hours.

Was that enough? No. You craved for something that you'll never have so when the random flowers and gifts appeared in your apartment, you were optimistic.

You felt desired again! What hopeless romantic wouldn't ignore the red flags?

So what if The Joker stalked you for months? It was attention that you didn't have before. He cared for you more than Batman did and proved to be a better lover too. The little things that Joker did added up far greater than Batman's sporadic moments of affection. Could you even compare the two to begin with?

It was wrong to betray your lover but since when did Batman deserve that much respect?

Joker was waiting on an answer and he wasn't idle.

His lips had yet to cease their exploration of your skin and his hands had a mind of its own, molding your body like clay. Your first orgasm was still fresh on your mind and it had you thinking.

Joker made you cum with just his fingers. You wondered what else he could do, so you whispered your answer into Joker's ear.

"No? Whaddya meannn no? Mmm, if I had ya.. you'd be spoiled rotten. Would ya like that Y/n?"

He emphasized your name with a roll of his hips and your body automatically relaxed to let him in. Joker rocked his hips into yours while sucking on your neck. His dick was constantly rubbing against your folds and the slick sound of it echoed throughout the room. The indirect contact was driving you insane.

Yes was the only word you can say and you repeated it like a mantra.

"Hush, honey bee. I got ya." Joker groaned out loud, causing you to shiver in delight.

He had no business sounding like that and he knew the effect it had on you because he didn't stop. There was no point in being quiet anymore so Joker let all his previous thoughts bubble to the surface.

"F__k, I wanna taste ya! I knooooow you'll taste like honey. Mm my little bee.. always working. Want me to take care of you for a change? You need a break, don'tcha doll?"

He sat up and began fumbling with his belt. You rose to help but Joker smacked your hand away.

"Aht aht, you don't have to do a thing... well maybe just one. Touch yourself. Get nice 'n wet for me." Joker smiled when you licked your fingers and slid them down your body.

You were too quick to action and it jogged Joker's memory to how all of this started.

"Is thaT what you were doing when I came in? Hiding under the covers rubbing one out? Oh you poor poor thing. Does he even try to get you off?"

Your finger stilled on your clit. The answer was written all over your face.

Joker had removed his shirt and slacks but glanced up when you abruptly stopped. It was obvious to him what was going on.

"It's all about him, isn't it? C'mere."

Joker met you halfway and after a moment of hesitation, he kissed you. It was better than what you expected. The bumps and ridges of his scars added a new dimension to the kiss and you couldn't ignore how he tasted.

Smokey yet sugary sweet, it was a combination you could get addicted to and it was evident in the way you dragged Joker down to lie on top of you, wanting more.

He didn't complain and moaned through the kiss as his skin met yours. You were hotter than before and willing to share that warmth as you wrapped your legs around Joker's waist.

Your vision wasn't that great in the dark but you heard Joker reach over and fumble inside your drawer for a condom. You honestly thought he'd go without it due to his nature but he surprised you yet again.

A shame you didn't get to see Joker in the nude. Perhaps he and Batman were alike in that regard: they both kept to the shadows.

"Don't think bout anyyyy thing else mkay? Just.. uh lie back and feel.. f__k! You feel so good!!" In the middle of reassuring you, Joker had begun pushing his cock inside of you.

Your jaw dropped in shock at the overwhelming sensation and with Joker's weight pining you to the mattress, you clawed his back trying to escape.

Joker hissed from the sting, "Take it honey bee, you got it!"

But did you really? Just when you thought you couldn't take any more dick, Joker came to a stop, nestled deep inside of you. The stretch alone took your breath away.

You felt horrible for comparing the two enemies, but Joker was far better.

He pulsed and throbbed within which massaged your inner walls and he kept you buzzing with arousal by kissing and biting your neck.

Joker's hands, now rid of gloves, were like a hot knife cutting through your curves and kneading you into submission. He explored your most sensitive areas and created new ones with ease. Joker had yet to move and you were already nearing your climax.

Was this how sex was supposed to feel? If so, you were hooked.

"J-Joker... please. I-I need you to move, please."

He groaned what sounded like a "Yes ma'am." before pulling out, only to snap right back into place, harder than before.

Your sudden shriek had him smiling in your neck.

"Thereeee ya go doll. That'sss how it's done." He set an even pace, thrusting deep into your pussy to make you feel amazing. A quick glance to his right told him he was doing a thorough job.

Your beautiful smile was everything to Joker. He made you happy, no one else and with that accomplishment, Joker simply let go.

He grabbed onto your hips and never stopped thrusting into you. Even when the bed started to creak or when his grip on you became too tight– he didn't let up. Joker pounded in as deep as possible so all you could think about was dick. It was him making you go crazy stupid, no one else. You were moaning nonsense for only Joker to hear.

And it only fueled him to give it to you harder. "Ahh I'm sorry honey bee, I don't speak slut. What. Was. That?"

You pushed Joker's stomach as tears fell from your eyes.

You were having a sensory overload all thanks to Joker and his soft dom behavior. In one minute he would lick your tears away and the next swear under your breath at how good you were for him. Now he smiled like a wolf, expecting a coherent sentence from you.

Despite his cruel words, you saw the genuine devotion and concern Joker tried to hide. He let go of your hips to cradle your head as his thrusts into your pussy threatened to bang your head against your headboard.

His unnatural green eyes glowed in the darkness and you clung to them like a lifeline.

"I.... I-I think I'm gonna.." You choked out. Joker grinned again and slowed down his brutal pace to agonizing drawl.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum all over my cock? Do it then, doll. It's okay."

He growled when your inner muscles clenched around him. As if it were possible for you to get any tighter. You were killing him. Joker only thought it fair to return the sentiment.

Your eyes rolled back and he laughed before helping you tumble further over the cliff.

"Yeahhhh.... Like that. Just.. like that honey bee. Ah it feels too good doesn't it?" His hips picked up the pace thus prolonging your orgasm against your will. You hoped and prayed that your neighbors weren't home to call the police with how loud you were screaming.

I mean a murder was being committed. Your pussy didn't stand a chance against Joker.

And he was the most cockiest lover you ever bedded.

"Hehe! I bet Batsy doesn't hit it.. ahh, l-like this, huh? Let it all out sweetheart, give into temptation. I got ya. I..." Joker shuddered once before all of his weight fell onto you.

It was welcomed, for his helpless moans in your ear gave you copious amounts of confidence.

He was emptying his load into the rubber but you could feel the intense warmth with each spurt. Your world was hazy but you were slowly coming back down. Joker didn't mind the tight embrace you trapped him in, since he found himself never wanting to leave anyways.

However, duty called. Joker sighed before detaching himself and leaving the bed– and you quickly protested.

"W-Where you go? Don't."

Joker smirked at your jumbled sentence but tossed his used rubber in the wastebasket. While was up, he moseyed on over to your en-suite bath to run some water.

Although he was a psychopath without a soul, aftercare was still important. He doubted Batman offered you that courtesy so he strived to one up his enemy in every way.

You tried sitting up but you found yourself sore and missing Joker's warmth. It wasn't the best logic to have but like an addict, you were fixated on your newfound high and wanted more.

Joker emerged from your bathroom with a washcloth and slapped your thigh to halt your movements.

"Stop moving, ya busy bee. Lemme me take care of you another way hmm?" You nodded warily and it was Joker's cue to begin. He took great care to wipe you clean and finished by leaving a wet kiss below your naval.

You jumped at the silly contact. Joker's mood was so unpredictable, you couldn't keep up. You didn't know what else to say but, "Um t-thanks."

He shrugged as he toed your bee motif night light on. Then you got to see The Joker in all his glory.

His signature green hair was askew in sexy curls, whereas his clown makeup was smudged beyond recognition. You hated to see the mess it left behind on your skin.

He was slipping into his boxers when you propped up on your elbows. "What now?"

Joker tossed you a bemused grin. Bats really did a number on you psychologically.

Did the caped crusader really bust a nut and dip without any proper goodbye? Joker made a note to scold the hero about his manners (or the lack thereof) the next time they butted heads.

But first Joker had to calm your fears. He didn't plan on staying for long but one look into your watery eyes and seeing your pouty lower lip wobble, had him making new plans.

And they all involved including you into his life.

"Now... I'll get ya some water and a uh, snack, so ya don't get de-hy-drate-ed. You.. should use the little ladies room while I ponder if I really wanna kidnap ya or not. After sampling a pussy like that.. d__n, I can't just leave! No, nooo, no.. I thinK.. I want you all. For. Myself. In fact, I think I will. You're mine now."

Joker ended his declaration by kneeling on the bed with his lips brushing up against yours in a mock kiss.

And just like a lawn chair, you folded.

Your eyes fluttered closed assuming that Joker was gonna kiss you properly, but your eyes flew back open when you heard him heading out the bedroom instead.

"Go use the bathroom. I'll be back with some uhh fruit snacks annnnnd for round tw~oooo!!"

Round two? So he was serious just now?! Just what had you gotten yourself into?

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #heath joker #dark knight joker #joker x y/n #joker x reader #reader insert #black!fem!reader #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #romance #unrequited love #joker is down bad for once #his lighthouse

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feyhunter78 · 11 months

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Ummmm would y’all hate me if I made Among the Sun also a sorta soulmate au bc I love soulmates aus so much😭

Like imagine Emperor!Miguel who’s searching the land for his soulmate, conquering kingdom after kingdom bc he wants to be powerful and rich so that he can potentially bribe his soulmate into saying with him bc he’s afraid she won’t like his half demon side🥺😭 (bc let’s say that’s why Gabi’s mom left or something idk yet)

And then he meets reader who is just like “I would like to live also kinda unfair that you’re super hot” and he’s just so over the moon bc reader is his soulmate but he’s gotta keep it cool bc y/n doesn’t really trust him yet!!!!

Miguel pining??? While reader is trying to come to the terms that the fearsome conqueror is actually super sweet and hot????

#meg’s thoughts #meg’s thoughts at work #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader

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twistofstory · 20 days

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New introduction! Giant lovable goofball at your service - and now I regret that this is a lore character 😭 I would love to explore Whale’s character and relationships with Stargazer and Parhelion in the future, she is so much fun) Warning: a big chunk of text under the cut! It dwells into Whale's background and Mortician's roots, her time as the leader of the squad and... well, there is a reason Breeze's part of the team now. (If you up for reading, please check it out! I spend a lot of time and effort writing this text and would really appreciate it :3)

Killer Whale lead the Morticians ever since they became a group, which was quite rare for the gang, but not that unwarranted for such a peaceful squad. She was a skilled fighter and enjoyed having a friendly duel from time to time, although not a lot of dragons wanted to try to fight her, as Whale was quite big for a seawing. However, despite the fearsome name, she was strongly opposed to unneeded violence. When it became apparent that the war was inescapable, she refused to join the seawing troops and fled her hometown, eventually meeting the Scavengers. A bunch of deserters and castoffs who shared close bonds reminded Whale of her lost family and friends. Their noble goal spoke to Whale, and she swore her loyalty to the gang. There she met two dragons that made their purpose helping victims of the war: one who healed and the other who would put to rest ones that cannot be saved otherwise – nightwing Stargazer and skywing-icewing hybrid Parhelion. Soon they became a trio: a healer, an undertaker and a warrior who keeps them safe. First Morticians. Loyal, brave and wise, Whale was respected and beloved by her team. Like all her life, Killer Whale woke up every day with the first rays of sunshine and got to scout, hunt and eventially wake everyone with loud laughter or even a tune - those days they didn't have to fear being heard so much. Like a giant ball of energy, she inspired and energized dragons beside her with passion and vitality. Despite their morbid craft, with her as a leader Morticians’ spirits were as high as they could be. Killer Whale surely had the biggest heart - although it was a bit fragile. With age, she started having troubles breathing after a lot of exercise, sometimes with a light pain in her chest and arms, but nothing too big, nothing to worry about. To Whale that is, Stargazer, who became her partner, was very concerned and begged her to take it easy while she searches for a solution. Whale was reluctant to agree, but she wasn't going to stop a healer from doing her job. Nevertheless, days gone by, pains never got any stronger and even stopped bothering Whale at some point, and her pulse always came to normal after a nice rest. In any other regards Killer Whale was as healthy as a horse, so Stargazer blamed it on a stressful year and tried not to think about it too much - Whale wasn't that bothered by the symptoms in the first place. Life goes on, and Morticians never without work, so everyone sort of forgot about it at some point. One day camp woke up to silence.

I based Killer Whale’s condition on cardiac ischemia, especially on the fact that this chronic illness can go completely symptomless (or with light symptoms) until it’s too late. I find it terrifying… And now imagine Stargazer wake up next to her partner only to find out she passed away in her sleep without any warning signs. Bonus facts about Killer Whale: *Whale grew up at one of the islands of the Bay of a Thousand Scales as a fisher’s daughter, and her settlement had a very strong community. *She loved daisies, and these flowers grow on her grave. *Originally, I wanted to make her sandwing-seawing hybrid, but scrapped this idea.

#dragon art #the scavengers by twistofstory #dragon oc #wings of fire #wof oc #wings of fire art #my art #wingsoffire #wof art #seawing oc #seawing wof #oc: killer whale #oc: stargazer #character lore #character design

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thelittlestgrove · 9 months

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🦉 Caregiver Halsin Headcanons 🌲

🐻 General Headcanons 🪵

bear hugs all the time !!

he trusts you to make sure you'll tell him about anything he needs to know about :)

He's always making sure you're comfortable !! not the most experienced with kiddos, but he's great with them nonetheless :)

always makes sure you come first !!

on days where he can't be with his little one while they go on adventuring, he packs you a lunch made from your favorite foods he tried to recreate 😭 they're always delicious, even if they don't present very well <3

on the same note, he guarantees you're healthy 24/7!! he sneaks veggies & fruits into your food whenever he can, and he makes them taste very delicious and look very cute :3 like a rabbit made of lettuce, olives and cucumbers!!

very paternal cg !! <3

for deaf little ones, he'd 100% learn sign language for them !!

mute little ones r no problem either !! Halsin has good experience with disabled folks in his grove, esp disabled kiddos, so whatever you need, he's up for the task :3

blind little ones get service birds to help them navigate the world <33

he's very attentive when playfighting !! afterwards, he makes sure you're not hurt, & he always has a water bottle on hand if you're thirsty from the playfighting :3

🍂 Little Carer Headcanons 🍄

he is very big & very strong !! So big & so strong that he can cradle his little one in his arms to help them sleep (or meditate :3)

in the grove, he got you a special room to regress in so you can have peace & quiet <33

also, he's excellent with nv/sv little ones, & little ones that have sensory issues !! He's v v understanding and will do his absolute best to get you sensory-friendly toys, he'd even try to make flashcards with words for nv/sv little ones <3

🌿 Pet Carer Headcanons 🌷

he is an expert on animals of all kinds!! He is 'researching' a 'mysterious new kind of creature' that is 'the most adorable and fearsome and cute animal he's ever seen' (babysitting you when you're regressed) <33

he'll get you all the best stuff for your regression !! the most accurate gear, the most delicious treats, the chewiest chew toys- everything !! he makes them all himself too, if he knows how too <33

for bear regressor littles, he'll wildshape into a bear with them while his little one is regressed & he'll be their papa bear!! :3

my requests are always open !!

#agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere little #age regression #agere community #halsin #halsin bg3 #bg3 halsin #pet regression #pet regressor #age regressor #sfw age regression #sfw age regressor #age regressive #sfw interaction only #sfw only #sfw pet regression

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rhine-gold-archive · 2 years

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that sub xiao fic was amazing😭 can I request sub xiao with a dom male reader? any type of scenario I just like your writing tbh

sub! Xiao x amab! dom reader

A\N: Idk, i hope this works for you

Warnings: nsfw, oral (reader receiving), penetration

wordcount: 800+

He’s naked on his knees in front of you, hesitating, but you don’t rush him. It’s the first time he tries to suck your cock, despite being with you for some time, so he’s extremely out of his comfort zone.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s that he’s so used to seeing himself only as a weapon, thinking that he’s only good for bloodshed. It’s easier for him to be passive in your arms, let you do what you want to him, because then he can’t mess it up and it feels so good to feel wanted.

But deep down, he does want to know he can learn to do something else, for something good, that isn’t tied with death and rage, that he can actively do something that brings you pleasure.

So he asked you if he could do this himself, but his anxiety flares irrationaly now

He licks his lips nervously and tentatively closes his mouth over the tip of your cock, softly swirls his tongue around it, lightly, almost a kitten lick. Then he slowly, carefully slides you deeper, and looks up at you, gold eyes, bright blush, half of your cock in his mouth.

You run your hand through his hair, smile in encouragement.

“You look so pretty like that, baby.”

He blushes harder and starts moving his head up and down, a little clumsy, but eager, sometimes choking from trying to take you too far. You have to control yourself, because temptation to grip his hair and fuck his sweet mouth, fully bury your cock deep in his throat, is so hard to resist when he’s making these little noises, hums and moans and whimpers, keeps glancing up at you with hazy yellow eyes.

But you know that dealing with Xiao requires patience first and foremost, he’s so easy to spook despite his prickly behavior, and you don’t want to overwhelm him when he’s already pushing himself so hard for you.

But then he tries to swallow, still with your cock as far as it can go in his tense throat, and fails, makes a helpless gargling sound, a tiny string of saliva running out of the corner of his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering fast like the wings of the bird trying to take off. The wet and warm muscles contracting around your cock feel so good, especially with the way he looks right now, choking on your dick, you have to take it out to stop yourself from fucking his flushed face until he sobs.

You pull him up to sit on your lap, while he’s coughing, a little disoriented, clutching at your shoulders.

“What did I do wrong?” he asks huskily after he catches his breath, and from how long it took him and how sore he sounds you know you made the right choice to slow down. For now.

“Nothing. You were perfect, baby bird.”

“Don’t lie to me. You would’ve finished if I was good.”

You kiss his swollen lips soothingly.

“Baby, you were too perfect. I had to stop to keep myself from ruining that sweet little mouth.”

He bristles defensively.

“I’m not a fragile mortal. I can take it.

You know that he likes to be fucked hard, to be used and thrown around like a doll, but you also remember that it took him some time to stop tensing up, that first he had to get comfortable in a slower tempo and lower intesity. He values himself too little to think about his own comfort, doesn’t think he deserves being treated gently, so you have to be the one to set the pace and think about his well-being.

“Well, I’m glad to see you’re so eager and desperate to be fucked on the mouth…”

He blushes brilliantly, but scoffs with a proud little “Hmph” and a scowl, which is utterly ridiculous and adorable, considering he’s naked in your lap, his dick is hard against your thigh and his mouth is still full of the taste of your cock.

“You didn’t become a fearsome warrior overnight, did you? Give it a little time, baby.”

You run your hands down his spine, pull him closer before groping his ass.

“How about you ride me for now, hm?”

It’s a compromise that lets him have a somewhat active role, but with something he’s already comfortable with. He gasps lightly when he slides down your cock, tight from being tense, his arms around your shoulders and your fingers on his hard dick, while you whisper in his ear, promising all the dirty things you’ll do to him when the time comes, how you’ll fuck his mouth until his thoat is bruised, until his pretty red eyeliner runs when he cries. He whines sweetly, clenches around you, arches and writhes on top of you, and you smile against his skin, knowing you have an eternity to properly play with him.

#rhine writes filth #xiao #sub genshin #sub xiao #genshin smut

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mowendesigns · 5 months

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Don't let his small size fool you. He has a big appetite! Voracious little bugger.⁠

⁠A little fire sprite for Creatuanary. I was trying to think of what animals could be associated with fire, and thought of salamanders! I just love his lil face 😭❤️ I imagine if he ever gets to sate his appetite, he could grow quite large and fearsome!⁠

#creatuanary #creatuanary2024 #concept art #creature design #mythology and folklore #mythological creatures #fantasy art

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Hestia(Greek) and Njord(Norse) in Ror? I heard Hestia is a kind goddess and I got a feeling she'll side w humans😭🤲

Ooh I like these kinds of requests, it always makes you think if they included other gods, ones that aren’t as well known (unless if you’re a history nut :3).

-Hestia- I agree with you, Hestia is a kind goddess, and she would be against wiping out humanity. She would be one of the gods trying to fight for them to do more, to manage to humans more. Despite being a virgin goddess, Hestia is very motherly, probably because she had to help Hades raise all their siblings, which makes her a kind and doting goddess. While not a fighter like Hades, Zeus, or Poseidon, Hestia would be a different kind of fighter, wanting to do better for humanity, to make the world a better place. Other gods wouldn’t listen to her, but at least her brothers would, and they would never want to upset the eldest sister so they would probably at least try to do something before resorting to the tournament.

-Njord- I feel like he would be more sympathetic towards humanity as well, as he knew what it was like to fall to another, when he fell to the Aesir and was captured alongside his children, but he became welcomed. He formed friendships between the Aesir and the Vanir, and I feel like if he could befriend his enemy, then the gods should do the same for humanity. He is a strong god, watching over the seas and the wind, and his symbol is a ship, one that he is guiding back home. I feel like he is kind to humans, despite his fearsome power, and he would believe the same of the other gods, as humanity was their creation- their children.

#record of ragnarok

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ellena-asg · 2 months

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Joshamee: That night, there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die. But not before he'd gone mad with the heat.

Will: So that's the reason for all the… [means Jack's mental state]

Joshamee: Reason's got nothing to do with it. Now Will… when a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol with a single shot. One shot. That won't do much good hunting, nor to be rescued. But after three weeks of a starving belly and thirst, that pistol looks real friendly. But Jack escaped the island, and still has that single shot. He won't use it, though, save on one man. His mutinous first mate.

Will: Barbossa.

THESE MEN. Can we appreciate them? Cause in the movies nobody cares about Jack like they do (well, most of the people in Jack's life does NOT care about him, most of the people hurts him).

They are truly worried and truly sorry for what happened to him. They try to understand him, they can imagine how he must feel...

Their eyes, the way Will says "Barbossa"... there's so much hatred at that moment. They're angry. They wish Hector all the worst.

And Jackie? That moment when he comes and hears everything! Of course he tries to joke (it's always a good cover, right) but look at him! He HEARD it all. They were talking about HIM. Life hates him so much but here he has these two guys who care. They care about HIM! And they take him and his pain seriously. He needs such people, he has them 😭

They are his allies. Friends (true ones). Pirate family.

Protectors.

They both look at Jack, at this good-hearted man and gentle pirate, and they are like "protect him at all costs". Jack doesn't deserve to suffer, they know. But Barbossa does deserve it. Barbossa will pay for all cruelty. And one day he will die for hurting Jack (same for Beckett in AWE).

Bonus: Josh and Will in DMC, worrying about Jack and his mental state again (and Davy Jones being on their "to kill" list 😉):

Will: Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?

Joshamee: Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones, a fearsome creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness. The kraken. They say the stench of its breath is like… Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the kraken and the reeking odour of a thousand rotting corpses. If you believe such things.

Will: And the key will spare him that?

Joshamee: Well, that's the very question Jack wants answered.

#pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #will turner #joshamee gibbs #pirate found family

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belit0 · 10 months

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AND IF THE SCENARIO WHERE READER TESTS THE LIMITS OF INDRA UNCONSCIOUSLY... DO YOU DO IT NSFW??? (i know, i'm a genius......or a masochist)

i really love how you write the personality of the characters (ESPECIALLY INDRA 💞💞💞) and you also give me good vibes and confidence AAA i love you, marry me

Thank you for your beautiful words, they reassure me to be doing the right thing with the kind of space I am trying to create on my blog, AND YES, WE ARE MARRIED IT'S OFFICIALLY OFFICIAL, PERIOD.

When I saw this order I literally screamed out loud because I thought it was amazing (but I couldn't do it right away because I had to give some love to Itachi 😭)

However, I don't know if this is… too much. Indra is the biggest villain in all my writing, and in this one, it's very evident.

nsfw version of this.

Huge TW: this is straight-up S,A (noncon) please, if you don't like this type of content, avoid this piece. It's raw.

(Y/N) feels real terror, almost as if his words were releasing an icy blast running through her body anxiously, a sudden emptiness in her stomach even worse than what she felt when seeing him enter the room. Time seems to stand still, as if Indra is waiting for a reaction, a misstep that will lead to her ruin.

"They forewarned you what might happen should you not listen to their advice, didn't they?" his words evoke the memory of the only woman who deigned to look her in the eye throughout the house, the only person who spoke directly to her when she arrived on the scene.

(Y/N) was wandering through the vastness of the home, and when she entered the library to browse through the myriad of books kept there, one of her personal maidservants dared to warn her regarding her alleged husband.

"Miss (Y/N)..." she had spoken, looking all around, afraid that someone would hear her, that someone would see her trying to communicate with the girl, "do not underestimate Lord Otsutsuki, he is a fearsome, ruthless, cruel man... please do not pursue him, you wish not to meet him!". She looked terrified, trembling from just putting his name in her mouth, as if trying to look small in size and hide among the objects in the room.

After finishing her admonition, she had run away, disappearing down one of the building's many corridors.

Her statement had stuck in her mind, etched in her memory, and after that occasion, she had never seen the servant again. Assuming that the woman had been assigned to some other task, or changed in position or responsibility, she now understood the terrible consequences the poor woman must have suffered just for trying to help her.

Indra is a monster.

"Perhaps I ought to taste how capable of a woman my wife is? It's about time, isn't it?" One of his hands releases her hair, sliding down the flat of her back and down to her waist, holding her and resting what looks like a hard object against her bottom.

"After all, we never had a wedding night." He lifts the robe (Y/N) is wearing, the Uchiha garment she was forced to dress in from the first day in her new home, and with both hands this time, effortlessly rips her underwear off.

"Please... Lord Otsutsuki, not like this..." She cries disconsolately, surrendered to the situation and knowing what is about to happen. Her only possible escape is to try and please his ears, to sweeten his being with obeyed orders and flattery to free herself from this. Never had she imagined her first time in such a way, let alone with the greatest tyrant on the face of the earth.

Finally understanding her poor servant's warnings, she sends a silent apology to the woman, wishing to think she still preserves her life.

"Lord Otsutsuki... please, (Y/N). My dear husband, if anything." She can hear the mocking tone in his voice, the sarcasm, as if he had a smile made up of pure evil on his face while pulling down his pants and readying himself for her entrance.

"The madder you quarrel the madder you will hurt, I hope now you comprehend there is no use wishing to move against me." He spreads her legs with terrifying force, and (Y/N) has no will to close them again. Trying to save herself from this would involve fighting, and what would the strength of an ordinary woman do against the most powerful man in the world? To want to avoid her bitter fate is buying a ticket to hell, with Indra being the one sending her there.

Completely dominated and with no escape from the bed, she listens as he spits on what is probably his hand, preparing something that will glide enough to enter her. Her body will not cooperate under these circumstances, totally blocked and without the slightest desire for what is about to happen to her.

"Isn't this preferable, (Y/N)? I overheard your whining about how little attention you were receiving, your prayers of how it would please you to have someone speaking to you, seeing you, listening to you. Here you have it, someone providing all you asked for, the least you can do is beg for it." Without thrusting in but resting the head against her buttocks, she can feel Indra touching himself, preparing to outrage her in the worst possible way.

"Please... don't..." She follows his orders, hoping he will have the slightest mercy not to proceed in this way, not to take her as if she were an object under violence and threats. They could have a splendid marriage, full of love, but the Otsutsuki chooses a path of disgrace and darkness, something she cannot understand no matter how hard she tries. Between tears and sobs, not daring to raise her head and face him, she pleads for her integrity, for her husband not to snatch away her first time in such a cruel way.

She hears him laugh, and knows it is all in vain.

Without warning, he opens her thighs with both hands and enters ferociously, penetrating her roughly and burying himself into her deepest point. The mixture of pain, physical and emotional, makes her cry out helplessly, wailing at the top of her lungs at her inability to do anything to protect herself.

He moves inside her, without concern for her body or mind, using her as he wishes, "Remember this, remember this for as long as you live. You are nothing, (Y/N), no... worse than nothing, at least nothingness itself has value. You? No... I will show you what value you have to me, I will give you a reason to be." He speaks as if she were his worst enemy, as if she had killed his entire family, as if she had betrayed him in the worst possible way.

Her body transforms under Indra's motives, using it as releasement regardless of consent or desire, regardless of what she intends, what she wants. She is nothing more than a piece of nothing in his eyes, a hole to use when he deems necessary, a container to procreate what will be their terrible children.

In shock, she no longer even records how the tears stream in droves down her face, causing her hair to stick to her cheeks and her skin to burn. She ignores all physical sensation, detaching herself from the situation and looking at it as if outside her body, in the third person. (Y/N) becomes a spectator to her own rape.

She sees herself moving her mouth, presumably pleading for her own sake, but cannot hear what she utters, unaware of her words, "Please... you don't have to keep doing this. I can't-"

"You're right. I don't have to stop. I don't wish to stop. You don't have to do anything though. You can lay there; scream and cry for all I fucking care. You'll get me off faster." He interrupts her abruptly, answering her attempts at liberation with harder movements, driving into her even more brutally.

All she feels is an overwhelming heat between her legs, a thick liquid that seems to keep pouring out and staining the sheets, generating a circle composed of a warm sensation under her pelvis.

The only thing she senses is the blood that Indra forces her to spill, painting everything with an intense red color, just like the one in his devilish eyes.

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