#orlando bloom smut

[buttercream-princess]

Modern Will Turner fluffy & spicy head canon x blackfem! Reader

Warnings: Light smut, pregnancy kink, swearing, fluff, edging, mentions of your family members, tattoo's, spanking

(Not edited or proof-read)

Note: I write most of my characters in modern settings, so this won’t be any different. I may write about him in POTC in the future but that’s something I need to chop up. Also first time writing a headcannon, this was fun making, I'm looking forward to doing some more for Will/Legolas/Orlando.

— Will is very attentive and never misses a single thing. Anything you have interest in, he’ll use his own bare hands to recreate it for you. You like candles? Here’s 1kg worth of candles in all your favorite scents. You like plushies and stuffed animals? Build a bear has nothing on Will’s craftsmanship, he made a lifesize teddy for you to cuddle when he’s not around. He’ll even order parts for his creations from overseas, no matter the price tag, to give you the perfect gift.

—- Adding onto how crafty he is, you never have to worry about breaking anything because Will is always happy to fix it for you and he always does so, effortlessly. He’s tactile and amazing with his hands.

—- He knocked down a wall in his house between his office and guest bedroom, renovated the room, painted the walls your favorite colors and furnished it with all your favourite things including a wall hung TV, neon lights, a pink desktop and plants. Just so you can have your own space when you’re at his house. He wants you to feel like his home is yours too.

—- He loves going to IKEA with you, it’s like a playground for him to find things to build for you and your room. When you get Hotdogs in the food court with him later and get mustard on your face, he’ll grab you by the chin and lick the sauce off. Anytime you get food on your face, he does this. Why wipe it off when he can just clean it off you?

—- Will’s intelligence is unlike anyone you’ve met before, but when he’s not using his head, he’s a bit of a himbo, giving off strong Kenergy. He might know how to solve enigmatic riddles quickly and build houses from scratch but he’s clueless when it comes to most general things. He’ll always regard you as the smarter one in the relationship. In his mind you’re everything and he’s just Will. He adores you that much.

—- He has a tattoo of your name and a blue butterfly next to it on his hip bone. This man is whipped. Gone and lost in your love. He’s considering getting your initials tattooed behind his ear.

—-  Will’s independent by nature but gosh, he is one needy motherfucker, but in the most adorable way. He’s coming with you to run errands to the beauty store, late night Target trips or waiting in the corner of the salon while you get your nails done. And he’s always paying, he never lets your credit card touch the reader.

—- Will can listen to you talk for hours about your life and yourself. He finds everything about you whimsical, enchanting and seductive. Even if you’re babbling about delusions and made up scenarios, he’ll react with big emotions like it’s happening right in the moment just because he loves you that much.

—- Will collects records that you love listening to. He says, “The record is always better than streaming it.”

—- Will use to only listen to symphonies and classical music before you came into his life. Now, he listens to everything you listen to. He’s fallen in love with Neo-soul and R&B and refuses to listen to anything else.

—- His favorite song is “Stay Ready (What A Life) by Jhene Aiko and forever dedicates that tune to you. Whenever the song plays, he always sings to you, “They say the truth ain't pretty. But comin’ out that pretty mouth the truth is fitting. Cuz you ain't never talkin loud and you know plenty. Yea you know what I'm talkin bout, cuz you just get me, Yea you so pretty”, And he means every word of it. That song was written just for you, he believes.

—- Even though you and Will are just dating and don’t have kids, he always refers to you as “His wife” or “Mother of my children”

—- Will’s favorite part of being intimate with you is undressing you. There’s something about seeing you come undone only and all for him, that makes him want to be closer to you, underneath your skin even.

—- Will love’s quickies and to give you a quick orgasm in the middle of the day. But there’s nothing he loves more than giving you a sensual, candle lit, slow jam’s experience. After a long day at work, expect Will to be ready for you with a bottle of aromatherapy bottle oil, ready to iron out all your tight muscles and kinks. And of course, this massage always leads to him giving you and internal rub down too. 

—- Will edges you any chance he gets. Sometimes you just wanna snatch your vibrator off him and hit him with it because he won’t let you cum. But he always lets you finally get off if you ask him kindly. He likes manner’s in the bedroom.

—- He has a pregnancy kink. He always moans about putting a baby in you while having sex. So you can imagine he always wants to do it raw. He always begs for you to wrap your legs and arms around him while he cums.

— He gives you warnings in the bedroom if you’re rushing the pleasure too quickly. Will believes pleasure should be savored and reveled in. Greedily chasing your release and out of warnings? That’s a hard pop to your behind, leaving your cheeks red and sore. But he quickly runs his hand over your skin, soothing you. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See what happens when you don’t listen? Hmmm?” he murmurs in your ear before sliding two fingers back in you.

—- Only with you, Will reveals how intimidating he is in the bedroom. But in front of others, he’s the most kind respectful gentleman anyone has ever met. All your friends and everyone in your family loves him. He quickly picks up on social dynamics and easily blends himself into the environment as if he was always a part of it. You can find Will at family barbecues, bonding with your uncles over different cuts of meat and taking over the grill, which your father never allows but Will’s charmingly convincing.

—- Will always plays house and dress up with your younger family members. He takes it seriously too. You best believe he’s rocking a blue lid and red lippie with confidence after playing makeovers. 

—- Will comes with you to all your social events, he just loves being around you and hyping you up in all settings. You can find him at clubs, bars and music festivals, right behind you, jamming out and spreading the good vibes. He’s even buying you and your girls rounds of bottomless cocktails at brunch.

—- Will’s a fencing prodigy, of course. He also practices MMA. His strength, determination and will is unmatched. You love sitting in the audience of his matches when he’s given trophies, standing the breathless, T-shirtless and sweaty, dressed in his little fitted shorts showing all his business, knowing that’s all yours.

—- After matches in the ring or on the mats, Will just wants to cozy himself up under your shirt, cuddling you and weakly lying against your skin. 

[delicioushottubpeanut]

Y'know when you start liking a dilf and see all these edits and then become jealous because they have liked them longer than you

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Pt. 29- Hungry Like The Wolf

Summary: Ethan and Johnny converse. More shocking revelations come to light. Elizabeth is cornered as Johnny's dark side arises. Jo and Lee get steamy. Orlando becomes detached and makes plans.

*Warnings* DARK! - language, angst, mentions of murder plots and death, smut, sexual gifs,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Ethan, Johnny, Elizabeth, Orlando

Salem, Massachusetts

February 28, 2023

6 pm

As Ethan rested on the couch in the high rise of the Metro Court, drinking scotch after scotch to numb his pain, Johnny paced about on the phone trying to do damage control with his mob boss and father, Anthony Zacchara.

"Yes, understood. Look, I can handle Ethan. He's not going to be a problem with things. Yes...yes I know but...ok but...if you would just list...."

Johnny scoffed as his father hung up on him and gave Ethan a not so pleasant look.

"What man? Let me guess. Anthony's pissed."

"Oh he's more than that. Luckily I was able to get you covered on that shipment, but my father is more than concerned about the reason you weren't there."

"Dude, I got my ass kicked if you haven't noticed. I can barely walk let alone handle business at the moment."

"Yeah well, that's exactly it. From what you told me, you got your ass handed to you by your own brother because you handed your other brother's ass to him and it was all over a man you can't have, a man who happens to be dating Jason Morgan's sister, who's ex fiance is a fucking cop. You see, in case you've forgotten what went down with Morgan, this don't look so good for you. You're too close to a potential problem."

"Dude man, Jason's dead. What does he have to do with my personal issues? No one is going to know what happened. Especially that bitch."

"Is that so? Funny you say that because you also have seem to of forgotten that Julian Jerome was found swimming with the fishes after the explosion...and we all know who was responsible for that...Corinthos, a mutual enemy of the Jeromes. Jason has everything to do with it. He was not only Sonny's right hand man but his best friend as well. Sonny found out Jerome was involved and you can bet your ass it's only a matter of time before he will find out we were too. You need to stay away from that girl and anyone she's involved with, most importantly that doctor. I can only defend you so far when it comes to my father...and Sonny."

"Look man, Julian set that bomb off, not you, not me."

"Do you really think that will fucking matter to Sonny?? We organized it! He's out for blood and he's going to take any he can get. And if you hurt that girl, he'll come after you for that too. Cut your losses man before you get us both killed."

"Can't do that man. They're both going to pay for turning my brother against me AND for putting me in fucking jail. There's no way Lee and his barbie doll could ever know I was involved anyways."

"Yeah, well it would seem you brought all that on yourself and you should take it a huge lesson before the reaper comes calling for you. Your brother Luke, I know who he is and what he does. He let your ass off easy. Having him AND Sonny Corinthos on my ass is not my idea of a good time."

A knock sounded upon the door, making them both jump. Ethan then laughed.

"That's what you get for talking about reapers and shit. Calm down, it's only Lizzy. I texted her when you were on the phone."

"You what?? You brought Lee's ex here after what I just fucking told you?? She's a loose end with her involvement!"

"Dude, her and I are good on that and she's a fucking nurse. I kinda need some help man."

"Un-fucking-believable..." Johnny huffed as he reluctantly went to get the door.

"Elizabeth, wish I could say it was a pleasure.." Johnny quipped as he let her in.

"Johnny Zacchara, long time no see." Elizabeth riposted.

"Not long enough. Take care of him and be on your way. I don't need this shit right now...or ever."

Elizabeth went straight to Ethan and sat down, pulling out her stethoscope to listen to his heart.

"EEEooowww! Ow ow! easy!"

"You're such a baby."

"Yeah, well not when you're pushing on something that's broken."

"It's not even broken. Maybe cracked ribs, but there's nothing I can do about that. All I can do is give you pain meds and some peroxide for your facial wounds."

"You brought her over here for something I could have done? Nice." Johnny reeled.

"What's your problem Johnny?" Elizabeth snapped.

"My problem?? It's you. In case you've forgotten, I know who you're ex is, both of them actually and I don't associate with anyone that had had dealings with people close to Jason, which includes you."

"Wait huh? Lee don't even know him." Ethan asked in confusion.

"Maybe not, but he's fucking his sister yes? Close enough...."

"Johnny, what the hell does Lee have to do with anything??" Elizabeth retorted.

"Are you really asking that question mommy dearest?? For starters, Lee is part of the reason Ethan here is in the shape he is in....and now Ethan wants revenge on him and that girl of his."

"So? Let him get his revenge. Lee deserves it. You know his petty ass cut my seatbelts to make some statement to me about Jacob? And I don't care about who he's fucking. SO what if she's Jason's sister?? I can't stand her either or that friend of hers Britt aka the britch who both think, like you, that my business is theirs."

"Ahhh yes. Britt Westbourne, Jason's love interest that you were insanely jealous over because he wanted her and not you, which aided in your decision to help off the guy. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned....If I can't have him, no one can.... Hello Ethan! Just another reason Elizabeth shouldn't be here. Not to mention... Britt is her boss! You're the entire reason Elizabeth ever even knew Jason in the first place... And yes, your son Jacob...I am sorry to hear about what happened to him by the way. Poor kid didn't deserve what happened to him. Such a tragic accident....or was it....Lizzy?"

"Would somebody tell me what the fuck is going on here??" Ethan shouted. "Seriously, what does that poor kid have to do with this and why did you say something like that to her about him?? It's bad enough Lee blames her."

"Don't go getting all sentimental now Ethan because we both know that's not you....Goes to show how much you really know your Lizzy here. I think Lee had just cause to blame her."

"Shut up Johnny!!" Elizabeth shouted. "My son is none of your business and has nothing to do with this!!"

"Doesn't he? Do tell Ethan here who little Jake's real daddy was..."

Ethan winced in pain as he swiftly stood up. "What the fuck is he talking about Liz?"

Elizabeth went to pour herself a drink and knocked it back, then slammed the glass down.

"I don't know what you think you know, but you are sadly fucking mistaken Johnny Zacchara."

"Am I? You really shouldn't drink so much Elizabeth. It's how you're secret was revealed in the first place one night on the Haunted Star, you know, Jason's yacht his father left to him. The same boat that held many gambling events that Ethan and I attended and will soon again. But, back to the matter at hand...Ethan...your bff Lizzy here...I overheard her spilling her drunken guts to Jason during an argument they were having, telling him that he was little Jakey's papa. I never spoke of it to anyone because I actually understood Jason's reasoning for keeping it unknown considering his lifestyle, you know, to protect his son and well, I'd do the same if I had a kid... but I suppose the secret don't matter now just between us. With that said...Jason still chose Britt and so Lizzy Borden here decided to punish him, but she didn't use an axe no...she simply just didn't buckle the kid's seatbelt and then purposely started a fight with Lee while he was driving to make him wreck on that dark stormy night. Of course, she had her belt on though. Maybe Jason's ghost decided to recently cut yours because he knew what you did?? I don't know Lee, but from what I do know because of Ethan, it just doesn't seem his style. Just my theory on it anyways from the talk that went around...I mean, Liz here did conspire to off Jason with us, although we had different reasons for wanting him gone. You never did say why Elizabeth. Did Jason figure out what you did and so you killed him before he could kill you?? Because we all know he would have. Tell me, Elizabeth, am I getting warm??"

Elizabeth turned back to the booze with her hand shaking as she poured another drink, feeling like a caged animal being prodded with a stick.

"Jesus Lizzy?? Is that fucking true???" Ethan fumed as he went over to her. "Tell me you didn't do something like that to Lee and his boy, or your own son for christ's sake."

"Hence why I referred to her as mommy dearest earlier in case you didn't catch that." Johnny jested as he casually paced around with his drink, loving that he had the upper hand.

"Which now brings me to the other ex I mentioned... whom she also has a kid with, can you believe that??. What, is she four now? Almost the same age as Jacob was. Hope that's not an omen. Got married and popped her out right after your son died. You wasted no time eh? Blaise...is that her name? Perks of my profession. I know things. I do my homework. The marriage didn't even last a year. He probably realized what a psycho bitch you are. I know who your ex is...so do you Ethan....so did Jason. In fact, he and Jason were extremely good long time friends. Probably how he had the misfortune of meeting Casey Anthony here. Parker ring a bell? Crazy huh, how big Salem is and yet how small it is."

"P..Parker...oh hell, you don't mean...Craig??" Ethan asked after he sprayed his drink from his mouth from the incredulous shock.

"Do you know any other Craig Parkers that knew Jason?" Johnny sarcastically asked.

"I know I haven't seen you in ages since I've been away Lizzy, but...it would have been highly nice to know that's who you married AND had a kid with...are you fucking kidding me??"

"If that's even his kid as well." Johnny quipped. "Now do you get it Ethan?? He's one of Corinthos's boys. Everyone's tied together. Lee, Josie, Jason, Sonny, Gerry, Craig, you, me, HER! Shit, we may as well add Britt in there too..I mean shit, she lives on the floor above me....hell, even Luke could be an issue. But it seems to me, only one of them could be a real problem and I'm looking right at her."

Johnny's face fell into something sinister as he walked towards Elizabeth.

"Oh come on Johnny. I would never say anything. It would incriminate me." Elizabeth assured as she backed away from him with wide eyes.

"Oh, of course you won't because that would mean I would relay all your secrets as well. Even without proof, they would be quite believable and valuable to a lot of those said people...and then, I'd have to take care of you if Sonny didn't first. Maybe I should just do that right now because I really don't like loose cannons or links...and you are both of them."

Ethan then stepped in between them as Elizabeth hid behind Ethan, clinging to his waist. "Oh come on man, you aren't going to get rid of her??? She has a kid man..."

"That kid has a father to raise her, so your point is invalid. She'd be better off without a mother like her. What part of that did you miss??? I can make it a lot prettier than what Corinthos will do to her. Get out of the way man."

"Jesus Johnny, are you...serious??" Ethan reeled with out moving an inch.

"As a heart attack, which is about what she's having right now."

Johnny pulled out his gun from the back of his pants and aimed it at the two of them. "Move Ethan. It's your only warning. I'm not above collateral damage."

Urine began trickling onto the floor from the bottom of Elizabeth's pants as she hysterically begged Johnny for her life.

Johnny's brows narrowed for a moment, then he spun the gun back in his hand and put it away as he chuckled.

"I'm just fucking with ya. I think I've made my point. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind...and don't come back now, ya here?"

Elizabeth scrambled to get her stuff and ran out in tears as Johnny raved, pouring himself another drink.

"What the...fuck man. I really thought you were going to...god. My ribs, I can't breathe..." Ethan panted and drank a huge swig of scotch straight from the crystal bottle.

"Nah...didn't have my silencer handy or I just may have. Now...is she the only one I have to worry about?"

"What's...that supposed to mean?"

"Oh Ethan...you didn't hear much of what I said tonight at all, did you? I know things....such as...a girl you're fucking named Megan....Jason's other sister...."

The Farm- 7 pm

You sniffled as you gently freed yourself from Lee's loving hold to look at him.

"I...I also worried about if, that I could have children...would you...even want or could you love...another child after...Jacob."

Lee stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers as he sweetly smiled. "How could I not? He or she would be a part of you...ok, well that was just stupid to say considering. Jo, if someday, it ever came to thinking of something like that, there are other options. There are plenty of children that need a home or there's surrogacy etc etc etc...I would love any child I would have with you, no less than Jacob. I'm just so glad you trusted me enough to tell me but I'm sorry it had to come out this way. Jo...is that what was wrong that night when Dash was at the house? When he and I came inside from goofing around in the backyard, you just..seemed different and then later you became all upset and left and...."

"And I left you all alone wondering what you did wrong...god Lee...I am so sorry! Yes...seeing the two of you...you were so good with him and I don't know...it just triggered me I suppose, knowing I could never give you that. I... I should have just told you. God, I wanted to...I was..."

"Afraid I wouldn't want you anymore...I know. That could never happen, trust me, I had tried once to stay away from you, thinking that you were better off without someone like me. But nope. Epic fail. Couldn't do it...didn't want to. I want YOU Jo...that's all I have ever wanted. Just you."

Your face crunched up into a frown as you began to cry. "I'm sorry." you squeaked.

Lee stroked your hair as his own eyes teared up. "Shhhh....don't be sorry my girl. You have nothing to be sorry about. Come here."

He softly placed his lips over yours, making you cry more. You brought your hands to his face and gazed deeply into his glassy blue eyes.

"I...I love you so much...so fucking much..."

You kissed him again, intensely, wanting to be with him again so bad, it hurt.

"Lee...please...take me upstairs. I...I need you so much..." you lightly panted through your tears.

His dilated eyes spoke the same words and he pulled you up to stand, then reached behind your thighs and hoisted you onto him, kissing you all the way up to his room.

Things became instantly heated as he carried you through the doorway. You stripped your shirt off and, then helped him remove his. Lee spun you around so fast while kissing you, that your phone flung out of your pocket and your foot hit a vase, sending it crashing into pieces on the floor, but that didn't stop either of you, nor did the beep of a text.

Lee laid you back on the bed and yanked your leggings and panties off as you both laughed, then you sat up before him and his very prominent arousal.

You teasingly undid his button and zipper with a grin, then slowly pulled his jeans down, revealing his beautiful erection. You could only imagine the look upon Lee's face by the sound of his deep hard gasp as you took him into your mouth, for he certainly was not expecting that.

Lee's head arched back and his fingers entangled into your hair as he groaned your name with a few f bombs inserted before and after, only making you go deeper on him. His scent was invigorating, partly of his cologne that was traced in the small patch of hair that laid just below his happy trail and a fresh clean soapy aroma clothed his cock, but his taste...it was so natural and you couldn't get enough.

As your hand gripped his base, you began to slide your lips faster, His panting became more intense and his cock rock solid.

"Jo...Jo baby, you gotta stop...I can't..."

You could taste his precum, so you reluctantly took him out of your mouth.

Your phone beeped again, annoying you. "Let me shut the volume off."

Quickly, you went to get your phone, but Lee grabbed you from behind and pulled you to the ground, spreading your legs wide open and taking his turn.

You whimpered and mewled as he wasted no time thrusting his warm smooth tongue into you and twirling it about. His thumb massaged your clit, making your hips shake and twitch as you laid on the cottony soft rug.

"Lee...oh my god...." you panted as you clutched his hair in both fists. "I...I want you now...please....god please..."

Your begging for him drove him mad and he happily gave you your wish. Lee shoved into you, both of you releasing exuberant gasps as your nails dug into his back. His thrusts became harder and harder as he gripped you tightly between his strong arms until he was fully inside of you. He then began rocking his hips so gently as his moans of hot breath plunged over and over into your ear.

You didn't want it to end. They way he felt inside of you was indescribable. A perfect union, not only of your bodies, but of your souls. A feeling you had never felt with anyone through intimacy...but it was going to end because he was he soon found your spot and you couldn't stop it if you tried.

"LEEEE!!!! AHH...I....I'm going to...."

"Me too baby..." he grunted and sped up, sending you into a shaking and screaming starlit climax.

"God!!! Ahhh!!...fuck...ahhh!" Lee harshly shouted as he released. It was so strong, you felt every vigorous pulse.

Lee cupped your face as you both gazed in each other's eyes, softly panting.

"I love you Josephine Leeann March. You will truly never know how much."

"Right back at ya babe." you grinned and kissed him deeply.

Lee chuckled. "Maybe we should try the bed next time. I don't know what came over me. I just had to have you right here and now."

"I'mmm not complaining." you giggled. "This...this was amazing. YOU are amazing."

It happened again...the smoke alarm went off.

"Shit...the pie!!!" Lee shouted and flung up to his feet. You tried not to laugh, but failed as he almost tripped stepping into his pants and hopping to pull them up.

"I'll meet you downstairs." he chuckled and ran out.

You laid there in absolute bliss for a few moments, taking in how real he was, that he was no longer just some dream.

You then remembered your phone beeping, so you got dressed, then check it. There three of them...from Orlando. Apparently, Luke kept his word and got him a phone.

"Josie, it's me, Orlando. Text me when you can."

"I'm home now. Just wanted to talk for a bit. I heard you came to the hospital."

"Where are you?"

You quickly replied so you could go help Lee.

"Hey. I'm so glad ur home. Are u ok? I'm at Lee's farm. Sorry, we were making dinner." you slightly lied.

You then went downstairs and told Lee about the text, then sat at the table to wait and see if he would reply. Meanwhile, Lee was trying to save his pie by scraping the burnt pieces off the top while cursing under his breath.

"I think it's official baby. We cannot have food cooking while we are...enjoying each other." you laughed, trying to cheer him up while thinking about the bacon incident. He had worked so hard to make that pie for you and you felt bad.

"Ya think?" he chuckled. "I think it's salvageable. You ready to eat sweetheart?"

"After all that, I am famished."

You helped Lee set the table with a candle lit in the middle, then you both sat side by side and enjoyed the pot roast, potatoes, carrots and salad with more wine....and after that, some slightly overdone homemade cherry pie in which you both ended up picking all of the outer crust off of. The begging dogs sure liked it though.

An hour went by and the storm became stronger. Still, there was no text back from Orlando, so Lee called him, but still, no answer, so he left a voicemail.

"Hey banando. Jo said you're home. I'm glad to hear that. I see you texted me too. We were...uh...cooking." Lee grinned as he looked at you, then continued on. " So...call or text back. Let me know how you're doing and if you need anything. I hope Luke or your mom is there. Talk soon. By man."

"Well...we were cooking, were we not. Just not in the kitchen." Lee jested with a curled smirk as he came over and kissed your forehead.

"That we were." you laughed.

"Come on babe...let's go down to the basement so you will feel more comfortable. Movies and more wine?"

"That sounds perfect."

Orlando sat at a desk in his dimly lit room, living inside of his messed up mind, while his mom and Luke were downstairs making them dinner and both not pleased that Orlando had left the hospital. He could hear them talking about him, so he cranked up his music to block their condescending voices out.

He saw your text and listened to Lee's voicemail, but became even more frustrated to know you were at the farm with him, so he didn't respond. It only proved to him once more that he would never be with you. Instead, he downed some beers while he carved the word "father" with his left hand into the wooden handle of a small sledge hammer as he blared the song "Hungry like the wolf."

As he finished up, he then mumbled two words. "My turn...."

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[sailoryooons]

Incubus yoongi x reader

Go wild with smut maybe theres fluff and angst too! Love your writing so much

☾ Pairing: Incubus!Yoongi x archdevil!Reader

☾ Summary: 

Sunder (sun·​der) transitive verb : to break apart or in two : to separate by or as if by violence or by intervening time or space Sunder (sun·​der) intransitive verb : to become parted, disunited, or severed

☾ Word Count: 5,297

☾ Genre: Smut, Forbidden Romance, Angst, Fated Lovers

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Vague worldbuilding - this takes place in a Hell setting so.. Lots of talk of literal hell, implied violence and war, themes of classism/species racism, hint of political scheming, depiction of servants who are chained/collared, implications of sex work/incubi being bread specifically for sex work, honestly Yoongi and reader kinda give co-dependant vibes, explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, a little bit of overstim, cum eating if you squitn, multiple orgasms, bleeding/scratching/biting, possessive themes… um I don’t know the smut scene is more PrOsEy than straight-up smut. 

☾ Published: Sunday, April 7 2024

☾ A/N: We are using Forgotten Realms (dnd) lore because I was randomly inspired to do so. You need zero knowledge of Forgotten Realms or dnd lore to read this - there is vague world building and references to a plot on the side that I imagine Yoongi and reader are a part of but that does not happen in this little one shot. I just did it for the tension and because I’m out of control. 100% change I got some dnd lore wrong - don’t care, I kinda made it my own in parts as needed!!! Thank you!!! 

☾ A/N 2: Dear anon, I don’t have a clue what this is, but it was inspired by a very specific scene in the movie Troy when Paris (Orlando Bloom) sneaks up to Helen’s (Diane Kruger) room while the Greeks and Trojans are downstairs partying and he’s like hehe let’s bang it out. That’s it. I really hope you like this because sometimes I fill requests and I'm like ..... that probably was not what they had in mind and yet here I am, delivering whatever ??? this is ??

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A pair of dark eyes in the shadows around the party catches your attention as you listen to Archdevil Belial's drone about his victory in Phlegethos. The fiend’s words fall on deaf ears as your gaze narrows to a deadly point on the man lingering in the shadows across the room, keeping away from the revelry with a single chalice in his hand.

And he’s staring at you. 

You feel your muscles constrict as you flick your gaze away, your heart rate picking up speed as you try and focus on Belial again. It isn’t a story you care to hear about - he’s been droning about his defeat of the Kelemvor worshipers on the fiery planes of Phlegethos. Hardly a battle as much as a skirmish outside of the city gates that demanded his attention. 

Archdevil Belial is none the wiser that the creature he really desires to kill is lurking at the edge of the party, burning eyes on you as he cocks his head and glances toward the empty staircase that leads toward the living quarters. 

There’s a twitch of irritation in your stomach as Yoongi turns and vanishes into the shadows. He is good at being seen only when he wants to, which works in his favor when he enters the hall of his greatest enemies, all in one room because of war meetings against the very fiend who now slips upstairs to your bedroom. 

It was only a matter of time before Yoongi showed up - despite the level of stupidity it takes to show up in the hall of your sworn enemy. Yoongi likes to show off though. He likes to remind his enemies - and himself - that he is not so easily kept out of places that he wants to be. 

Especially if those places he’s being kept from have you inside of them. 

“Thank you for the conversation, Lord Belial,” you interrupt. The devil looks at you with his mouth open, eyes blazing as you interrupt him to dismiss yourself. You feel a small twist of satisfaction. “I must retire for the evening. I am returning home tomorrow before starting my campaign through the realms to ensure my father’s army are being… led properly.”

Belial’s face twitches in irritation. You’re above his station - though not too far - and decorum is everything in matters of spoken insult. “Yes,” he agrees. “It is important for our… figureheads to inspire. The Whip of Asmodeus paints a threatening picture, to be sure. It is hard to be of influence on the battlefield - we do appreciate your efforts off the field.” 

A laugh like cutting glass bubbles from your lips. “You honor me.” You feel the ice in your mouth when you dip your head politely, pretending to be unbothered by the implication that you’re nothing but an empty threat. “I will see you in a tenday, Lord Belial, when I come to inspire in Phlegethos.”

With a curt turn, you cut through the party toward the stone dias. Those in attendance part for you like water parting around a sharp boulder, hurrying to get out of your way. Figurehead or real threat doesn’t matter - you’re the daughter of their lord and by rights their lady. 

Your father sits on his throne of twisted bone and fire ahead of the party, crimson eyes drinking in all that happens from his seat of power. Yet he has missed something incredibly important that now lingers upstairs waiting for you. The thought makes your lips twitch in a smirk as you ascend the stairs to where Asmodeus sits, a giddy tingle in your belly. 

A beautiful incubus boy sits next to the throne on the floor, a gold collar around his neck with a glittering chain that leads to Asdmodeous’ hand. The incubus looks at your father with adoration, gold eyes burning. Mouth agape. Breath catching. 

You don’t know how much of it is performance. It’s always hard to tell with the lower level fiends what is real and what is an act. It’s part of the dangerous game they play, and thought you’re more accustomed to their kind - especially the one lurking in your room - you’re still unsure how to tell the difference with this one.

You catch the scent of honey and vanilla as you step nearer, though the incubus doesn’t look at you. You immediately feel the ebbing power of allure from the creature, battering your senses just being so close. Asmodeus seems unaffected by the battering power of lust radiating from the incubus, but you see the two guards behind him glance toward the creature on the floor. 

You grit your teeth and ignore the twist in your gut, trying not to be irritated. Only one man has power over you this way. It isn’t the incubus’ fault that he’s doing what he was trained to do, but the sudden pitch in your stomach and dizziness you feel around him unsettles you. 

“I am returning to my chambers, Father,” you murmur, bowing deeply. “I have grown wear of Belial’s peacocking.” 

Behind him are two massive Orthons, no less than eight feet in height and wide like a troll. Their horns are curling and battle-scarred, ugly tusks showing from thick, fat lips. The beasts are hellish weapons from wars passed, now assigned to the personal guard of your father. You note that they also did not notice the shadowy incubus slipping into their party and up the stairwell.

It almost makes you tsk. Even for a creature as skilled and powerful as Yoongi, slipping past an entire party full of the most powerful infernals in the realms is impressive. He is, of course, more than just an incubus now, but still. The sheer magnitude of doing it successfully is not lost on you - and makes you worried for his sanity. 

“Sleep well,” Admodeous voice rumbles, his voice like stones grinding together. “Tomorrow, you return to Malbolge and ready to set out on your campaign.” His fiery eyes turn to you and you feel the weight of the burning Nine Hells press against you. “They will feel the crack of the Whip of Asmodeous and know that we are mighty. 

“It will be done.”

“She is as pretty as My Lord is,” the incubus boy purrs from where he sits at the foot of the throne. You glance at him, realizing that his golden gaze has broken away from your father and turned to you. Your stomach twists in equal parts anger, guilt, and disgust as you feel the lick of his power. “The House of Asmodeus is as beautiful as they are powerful.”

Again, it’s hard to discern if the incubus is performing or if he means it. Asmodeus pulls the chain hard, yanking incubus toward him. You hear his neck pop, though it doesn’t break as the creature wimpers at the sudden show of violence. “Do not speak to her, worm. You are nothing. She is the Heir Apparent and Princess of the Nine Hells. You are fodder.” 

The incubus cowers, and ducks his head away from you, curling in on himself. The sensual allure to him lessens distinctly, the energy souring. You feel your fingers twitch as you think of Yoongi. It is not difficult to guess that Asmodeous’ newfound desire to humiliate and dissipate incubi and succubi are inspired by his hatred and inability to rid himself of Yoongi’s stain. 

Swallowing thickly, you bow once more, slipping backward off the dias and toward the stairs that lead upward. No one guards them - there are supposed to be no enemies at this party - and shadow falls over them, the torches flickering as though watching you ascend.

Music and voices follow you up the stairs, the soft click of your shoes against the carved stone louder in the growing silence as you navigate to your bedrooms. The staircase winds and the sounds drift further away from you until it’s only the crackling of occasional sconces and your steps.

Two heavy doors in the west wing of the Citadel belong to your bedroom. The crackling energy of the arcana buzzing along them acting as a lock makes your skin tingle. You mutter the password and feel the pop of magic as it vanishes, allowing you to push heavily against one of the doors to grind it open. 

The room is both yours and not. It was your room for most of your life growing up under the ruler of the Nine Hells, opulent and dark, full of old possessions and heavy, draping curtains to keep out the smoke and ruin, rich art painted by careful hands with red and purple splashed across canvas. 

Now, it feels like a room that belonged to someone else entirely. You’re no longer the vicious little thing that thought would sit on the throne in Nessus one day. You’re no longer the unthinking weapon that Asmodeous uses to maintain order and public punishment. 

A large bed stands on a lifted dais, covered in silks and piled high with pillows. They lay undisturbed as you close the door behind you and mutter the password again, feeling the static of magic seal them shut behind you. It would take a small army to batter through them, thankfully. 

Your eyes scour the room. Embers burn in a smoldering fireplace, offering little light in the dimness of the bedroom. A large sitting area stretches to the right with leather chairs and velvet chaises, tables covered in untouched books and scrolls. 

To the left is an open study, a heavy wooden desk in the middle of the room backed with bookshelf-covered walls and heavy chests locked with tombs inside. You see the cover of a journal flipped open, the only sign that Yoongi had been lingering in your study snooping. 

Your mouth twitches at the corner as you look away from it. Yoongi leaving something out of place is only ever on purpose, a confirmation to you that yes - his visit has double meaning. You might be the primary reason the incubus and favored chosen warrior of a death god has snuck into his enemy’s home, but you’re not the only reason. Of course he is looking for any extra information he can use against his enemies. 

It stings a little more than you’d like. 

Stepping further into the room, you swivel your gaze back and forth, looking for a sign of the slippery man himself. A master of shadows, Yoongi is only seen when he wants to be. Strange, for a fiend whose very nature is to be seen and devoured, to give and to receive, to lure and enjoy. Most of his life has been spent in spectacle, and now he spends it in the shadows. 

Warm breath brushes against the back of your neck, making your skin prickle. “I like this dress.” 

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Yoongi’s callused fingers brush up your arm. It’s a ghost of touch but it makes your eyelids flutter shut, warmth thrumming in your stomach immediately. Unlike the incubus downstairs, you don’t feel a magnetic pull that is arcane here. You just feel the pull to Yoongi - a desire that is your own and fueled by nothing else. 

He has no reason to use his charm here. It makes you shiver as you lean backward into him, eager to feel the solidness of his chest and smell the sweet wine on his breath. 

“You always say that,” he purrs, the words low and scratchy. His other hand comes up to brush his fingers up and down your other arm, pulling you toward him full. You melt, fading into him faster than you should. “When will you learn that I will go wherever you are?” 

“Even if it means your own demise? You’re in the Citadel of Asmodeus.” 

“He’s killed me before.” Yoongi’s touch is more solid now, hands exploring your waist and curves, squeezing your flesh, pressing you against his waist. You rest the back of your head against his neck, inhaling cedarwood and sage. “I’m not so easily destroyed.” 

“Don’t.” 

You don’t want to recall the many times Yoongi has been wrenched away from you. Each time a little closer to permanence than the last. Time and time again, he has been ripped from your hands as your father attempts to destroy the fate linking you, to burn it until there is no tether there. 

“You’ve been good,” Yoongi notes. His hand goes to the silk strings on the side of your dress, pulling them undone. “He truly thinks you no longer think of me? That he has succeeded where he has failed a dozen times before?” 

“Yes.”

“His arrogance knows no bounds. He’ll think he’s a god, soon enough.”

You turn your head to the side, brushing your mouth against Yoongi’s. His lips are warm and taste of wine, urging your tongue to swipe across his bottom lip for a taste. “Is he not?” you ask against his mouth, fighting the need to shiver as one side of your dress falls open. “He rules the Nine Hells absolutely.” 

“Oh come off it,” He laughs. “You and I both know that isn’t true, otherwise he wouldn’t be in a civil war. Plus… I have recently acquired Avernus and Dis.” 

You straighten and turn around sharply to look at him, brows furrowing. For a moment, you forget what it is he’s said to shock you. You’re hypnotized by eyes dark enough that they reflect the stars when in the mortal world, a mouth that is soft and sensuous, a gentle, round nose that is opposed to the way he can turn it up at someone in a sneer. A faded scar over one eye - one of many that he's received over the years.

Yoongi is beautiful the way the moon is, distant and cold, but with a glow of softness that is often underestimated. 

You had made that mistake before. A long time ago, incubi and the lower creatures of the Nine Hells hadn’t been a blip on your radar. They were nothing to a princess of the Nine Hells, someone whose entire purpose for existing would be to one day step into ruling over all nine of the realms crushed in your father’s fist. 

Now, you know better. You’d been a silly, arrogant girl then, head filled with dreams of ruling over the dread cities and bringing the dukes and duchesses to heel. You’d never considered that perhaps your existence was more for appearances and leverage than anything else. 

A puppet. 

Belial, was, unfortunately, quite right about that. 

“What do you mean you have Avernus and Dis?”

“The skirmish in Phlegethos was a distraction. The dukes and duchess’ have been so frenzied about making sure they don’t have any disruptions in their rule that Belial scrambled to deal with his, turning his eye away from the others. Mammon… well you know Mammon. He is not a concern, for now. He cares little who holds Avernus and Dis.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I had help with Dis.”

That sours your stomach. “Bel.” 

“He has no love for Zariel. And he’s from Dis.”

“He’s a traitor. You’d do well not to trust him. Who knows when he’ll turn on you if promised something.”

“The Nine Hells are full of traitors.” Yoongi’s deft fingers undo the other side of your dress. “Including me. You think I would not sell out every single one of my fighters for you, hmm?” Yoongi presses a wet kiss to your jaw. You lean your head back to give him access to your throat. “You think I wouldn’t throw away being Kelemvor’s chosen and carrying his mantle for a chance to have you forever?” 

“You do have me.”

“Not in the way we are designed.” His voice is a growl as he bites at your throat, teeth scraping. You feel dizzy in his arms, but he holds you steadfast. “You were designed for me by the wheels of fate, and I for you. All of this - war, death, political scheming - it stands in our way and I would betray the god who gives me my many lives to cut to the chase in an instant.” 

The rage-laced words are an anger you’re familiar with. Two creatures born to exist for one another - more than fated mates. Your very existence tied to Yoongi’s is a matter of universal balance, two threads of fabric that must remain woven together, lest the realms collapse. 

Divine Scales. Two lives bound together that must remain in balance for the rest of the world to exist. You and Yoongi are not the only Divine Scales in the realms, but you’re perhaps one of the most difficult to balance in a world set on keeping you apart. 

You, the daughter of the Archduke of the Nine Hells. Yoongi, an incubus servant whose purpose was to lure, steal, and spy on behalf of Asmodeus. It was an unfit match that your father was set on destroying - his daughter an heir would not be tied to a lowly creature of lust and servitude. 

“Careful,” you murmur as Yoongi peels the fabric from your skin. The air is warm but you feel a shiver anyway, nipples pebbling at the temperature change. “Your god might not like to hear you say such things.”

“He is not my god,” Yoongi mutters. His eyes are hungry, burning with desire as he drinks you in, his fingers gripping the flesh at your hips. “He is a convenience. I need power to take control of the Nine Hells, he gives me power. You are the only being I worship. The only goddess I recognize.” Yoongi sinks to his knees and your stomach flips. He looks up at you, lips parted and pupils blown, eyes so dark you could spill into them and never find your way. “Let me prove my devotion. Let me worship the only divinity I’ve ever known.”

Yoongi’s words are a spell on you, and not because he’s in an incubus, created and bred to be alluring and lead mortals to the Hells to give up their souls. Yoongi’s words have power because he is Yoongi, a being who he designed to be your other half. Another being you love so entirely that you intend to sacrifice the realm you call home, that you actively betray the people you’ve known since you were a child in order to be with him. 

These snatches with him are so few and far between. He fights a war against your father and his archdevils while you unravel them from the inside. Two knives carving away at the system which fights to keep you apart. 

You forget about all of the atrocities committed and to come. You push away the anxiety that Yoongi is thwarting his power by coming to the seat of his enemy’s power, just because he can and because he wants you. 

Instead, you focus on the way his mouth leaves wet kisses across your thighs. Yoongi’s fingers press into the back of your legs, holding you to him as his tongue lavs at a small scar on your hip, his teeth nipping the flesh.

Your world falls away as his tongue and mouth suck at your skin. Heat gathers between your legs, feeling the wet ache in your folds as Yoongi purposefully avoids going toward the apex of your thighs, instead showering your inner thighs, calves, and hips with soft kisses. 

Strong hands pry your legs apart. You let him slide your foot over, widening your stance easily. You cannot recall a single person you have ever been pliable for. You are the Whip of Asmodeous, a sharp weapon made to force subservience and delve out punishment. 

You are no whip in Yoongi’s hands. You are silk, sliding through his fingers as his mouth presses closer and closer to your heart. To everyone else, you are a weapon. To Yoongi, you’re just you. A mind to adore, a body to worship. 

Your knees threaten to buckle when the first, slow swipe of his tongue runs up your drenched folds. Yoongi chuckles, the sound throaty. Gently, he lifts a leg and pulls it over his shoulder, providing a counterweight as you stand but also giving him access to your aching cunt, pressing his face close as he licks you from hole to throbbing clit again. 

“Yoongi,” you whisper, a hand shooting to his hair. Your fingers slide through soft, silk strands and twist, rooting him there. He groans in appreciation, focusing his tongue on slow, up-and-down licks, avoiding your clit as he works. “Fuck.” 

He hums, the feeling buzzing through your pussy as he closes his mouth over it, sucking gently. His mouth is wet and warm, tongue soft as it circles your aching bundle of nerves. Your legs feel gummy as you waver, holding onto him to keep yourself standing as much as you are to keep him in place.

Yoongi’s hunger can rarely be sated. He devours you, mouth eager as he sucks and licks at you, lips smacking loudly as he does. You barely register the obscene noise, canting your hips up into his mouth as the pleasure begins to build slowly. 

A hand presses into your ass, pressing you harder against the flat of his tongue. Yoongi opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, looking up at you with fucked out eyes as he urges you to fuck his face at your pace, to use him like a god would use a conduit. 

Yoongi is your conduit, and you are his. You vowed centuries ago to be his whip, a weapon at his command. He vowed to be your shield, your knife in the dark. 

The powers of the Hells would keep you apart. Beyond the impropriety that someone so lowborn could be fated for one of the highest powers among the infernals, the two of you together are too much of a threat. Too much power tied to one another, a divine match that cannot be broken.

Still, they try. 

The two of you have died before. Keeping you dead isn’t easy, though. Neither can truly die while the other lives and no one has quite managed to kill you both simultaneously - a familial crutch that Asmodeus cannot seem to overcome. 

You’d die every day to have this moment with Yoongi, your breath caught in your lungs, sweat beading on the small of your back, head tilted back as your heart beats so loud it's all you can hear. You feel every part of your body coil before there is a moment of white noise as your orgasm crests over, your cunt squeezing, your hand pulling his hair. 

Yoongi drinks you in like he cannot get enough. Gluttonous, ravenous man, pressing into your heat as he sucks. Your hands tug at his hair, the stimulation going from warm and fluid to sharp and biting. He grows a little when you pull his face back by the strands of his hair, a picture of madness with the lower half of his face covered in your slick, lips red and swollen, eyes unfocused. 

You pull and he stands, knocking you back as he does. You stumble the remaining footsteps to your bed, mouths connecting in a tangle of teeth, tongue, spit and cum. You taste yourself on him, sucking his tongue greedily into his mouth as your hands claw at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. 

He complies, letting you push the shirt off his shoulders as he climbs over you, pressing a knee between your legs as he traps your lips in a searing kiss again. Your lips feel bruised where you kiss, his mouth demanding. His hands claw at your hips, pulling you down into his knee, grinding your slick cunt against his leg.

You let out a breathy sound, both from the feeling of pleasure blooming between your legs once again and the warmth of his skin, your hands rubbing across his chest, seeking to chase the inferno within. Yoongi has always been warm, but something hotter burns in him now. Something divine, vicious, and powerful lurking beneath his skin, the unlikely power of a god of death lurking just beneath the surface. 

You know that Kelemvor, the God of Death and Lord of Judgement has chosen Yoongi as a conduit of power because Yoongi seeks the balance of the world - he is a part of the balance of the world. His very existence is paramount to a deity whose very nature is to maintain the scales. 

It doesn’t stop you from wanting to eat away at the divinity under Yoongi’s skin, to drive out the influence that isn’t yours, to assert your dominance over a god and remind him that Yoongi does not belong to Kelemvor, he is not an extension of death. He belongs to you and you alone. 

It is an irrational, violent bout of jealousy that overtakes you for a moment. Your nails rake down his chest a little too hard, leaving trails of blood beneath. You bit his bottom lip a little too hard, the taste of iron and salt spilling into your mouth with his tongue. 

Yoongi smirks against your scarlet mouth, pulling back to look down at you. He knows what it is you seek. Yoongi always knows. Your minds are not connected, but your souls are and there is little you can hide from him. “You cannot rip him out of me, no matter how much you want to.” 

“I will try.” 

“Good.” He leans down and bites hard on your collarbone, making you gasp. “I will tear Asmodeous’ influence from you in kind.” 

Your hands are less harsh as you undo the laces of his pants, pulling them down powerful thighs. Your viciousness cools in the shower of the whisper of his love against your ear and the scrap of his tongue against your skin. Every single part of you burns hotter than the deepest part of the Hells, driven there by him alone. 

You love him - such a simple word could convey it accurately, anyway.

It seems too small of a word, unable to fit the fountain of want, desire, trust, and yearning that spills out of you into such a small cup. You don’t know if love can truly hold everything you feel for him, if it conveys that there is nothing god, archdevil, or fate that would stop you from being here with Yoongi, getting to touch him, to taste him, to whisper into his mouth as he presses the head of his cock into your weeping entrance. 

“You’re mine,” you gasp, rolling your hips forward to meet the slow, powerful strokes of his cock. Yoongi cradles you to him, his hands gripping you tighter as he presses your bodies together, as though you could meld. “Mine mine mine.” 

“I’m yours,” he agrees, voice throaty and strained. “Who else could I belong to?” 

You have no answer. Stars dance behind your eyelids as you move to his rhythm. Yoongi’s skin is heated and sticky as he moves against you. You feel his heartbeat in exact time with yours, twin rhythms. Your arms wind around his shoulders, fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel the muscle of his back and shoulder flex as he fucks you slowly, each stroke pointed and driving you to the edge again. 

Yoongi’s mouth brushes yours. You breathe in his air, unable to put anything else into words, thoughts consumed with him. With how he tastes, with how he smells, with how he feels. Nestled in the deepest part of you, you feel home. It is such a rare feeling, only discovered here like this, connected. 

It makes your breath catch, barely audible above Yoongi’s low groaning and the loud smack of skin against skin. Your heels dig into the bed, head pressing into the mattress as you throw your head back, unable to do anything but take what Yoongi is giving you. 

His pace quickens, slamming into your cunt with enough force to break you. But you do not break - you could never break with him. You squirm in his hold, babbling and panting and trying to breathe as he drives you to the edge of madness - and then you peak. 

A wild sound escapes you as you seize into him, muscles clenching, cunt spasming. Yoongi’s thrusts turn vicious, fucking you through your orgasm as you clench down on him with a vice grip. His fingers grip the back of your neck, pulling you toward his chest as he leans backward, your legs sliding as he seats you in his lap, fucking up into you. 

“Imagine thinking they could take you away from me,” Yoongi hisses. His thrusts are sloppy and hard, spearing you and sending you hurtling right toward the edge again. You submit to him, head lolling to the side as he takes you. “Imagine thinking that you could defy a prewritten fate that you are mine, that you are anything less than what was made for me.” 

A sob slips through your lips. You cannot think of a response, only able to cling to him as though to say yes. 

“They cannot take you away from me,” he growls. “I will destroy this world again and again if they try. They cannot sunder what is here, they cannot rip you away from me any more than you can rip the stars from the sky.” 

Just as you begin to teeter on the edge, Yoongi slams his hips home, clenching as he comes. “You cannot be anything else but mine.”

It sends you hurling over the edge again, so powerful that you forget where you are for a moment. It is intoxicating, this bliss that unfurls like the flowers of a petal. Nothing exists here but calm water and the scent and taste of Yoongi. There is no war here. No fight to keep you apart. No demands, no expectations. It’s just you and him. Like it was always meant to be. 

Slowly, awareness creeps back toward you. It is a lumbering, lazy thing. You only feel somewhat aware that you’re in a bed and that you feel the heat of Yoongi next to you, the press of his mouth against your shoulder. The aftereffects of sleeping with an incubus are not lost on you, even as a powerful infernal. 

Everything feels melted, like it could fall through your fingers like grains of sand. Perhaps you could float away if you tried, but Yoongi grounds you. The feeling of his hand on your hip and his mouth on your skin is the most solid thing that exists in this world in between, keeping you tethered to something real. Something substantial. 

When you blink away the sticky high of the post-orgasm daze, Yoongi is watching you with soft, round eyes. The burning desire is still there, but at the forefront is adoration. Worship. Love. Anything stronger than words can describe. 

“Are you okay?” he kisses your jaw before drawing back to examine your face. You nod, head heavy. “Too much?”

“No. Not with you. Never with you.” 

His mouth twitches like he’s unsure. You nestle closer to him, closing your eyes as you’re cupped in the safety of his presence. “With Avernus and Dis at your command, you can take Phlegethos,” you murmur. “Mammon will give you Minauros if you can do that.” 

“Hmm.” 

Your eyes flutter open, watching as Yoongi closes his. You can tell by the twitch in his mouth that he is thinking. “I will deliver you Phlegethos.” He cracks an eye open and looks at you, seeing the hunger that burns there. “Belial needs a good whip to put him in place.” 

“The Whip of Asmodeous?” 

“No.” You grin. “The Whip of Kelemvor’s Chosen.” 

[random-imagines-blog]

Celebrity Masterlist (L-Z)

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient!

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Lee Pace

Oneshots

To Die For

Imagines

Imagine Lee Pace listening along to the bedtime story you’re reading your kids.

Imagine Lee Pace wanting to talk to you but he keeps being called away to set.

Imagine constantly making fun of Lee Pace’s wig on set.

Imagine going to a waterpark with Lee Pace, and his expression when he first sees you in your bathing suit.

Imagine marrying Lee Pace.

Luke Evans

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine helping Luke Evans pick out his outfit of the day.

Imagine Luke Evans surprising you on Valentines Day with chocolate and candy.

Imagine impulsively inviting Luke Evans to go skinny-dipping with you.

Margot Robbie

Oneshots

Run To You

Imagines

Mark Ruffalo

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine showing Mark Ruffalo your more spontaneous side.

Imagine Mark Ruffalo meeting your parents.

Imagine watching the sunset with Mark Ruffalo.

Michael Fassbender

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine watching old movies with Michael Fassbender.

Imagine Michael Fassbender trying to make you blush from across the room.

Miscellaneous

Oneshots

Calling All Heroes (Avengers Cast)

Animal (Avengers Cast)

Imagines

Imagine the rest of the Avengers cast finding out you’re a self-harmer.

Imagine your co-workers on the Avengers films confronting you about your eating disorder.

Imagine the Marvel cast finding out you’re suicidal.

Nathan Fillion

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine constantly being late to events because Nathan always wants you.

Imagine Nathan Fillion forgetting that it’s your anniversary.

Noel Fielding

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Noel Fielding being captivated at first sight.

Imagine always being able to make Noel Fielding laugh.

Imagine making Noel Fielding’s birthday cake.

Imagine hitting it off with Noel Fielding on The Great British Bake-Off.

Norman Reedus

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Norman Reedus catching sight of you for the first time after the hard break up.

Imagine domestic life with Norman Reedus.

Imagine helping Norman find a good place to hide from Paparazzi.

Imagine Norman Reedus trying to tell you that he loves you but having difficulty.

Orlando Bloom

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Orlando Bloom talking about meeting you on the set of LOTR.

Imagine getting stuck in a tree with Orlando Bloom.

Imagine being at a fair with Orlando Bloom.

Owen Wilson

Oneshots

Flight Connection

Imagines

Patrick Dempsey

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Patrick Dempsey showing up too early for dinner and seeing you in just a towel.

Robert Downey Jr

Oneshots

Ambulances (Teen!Reader!Mentor)

Imagines

Ruby Rose

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Ruby Rose catching you crying.

Imagine blurting out to Ruby Rose that you love her.

Imagine living with Ruby Rose and sharing a bathroom.

Rupert Grint

Oneshots

In the Nightside of Eden

Imagines

Russell Crowe

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine a midnight drive with Russell Crowe.

Ryan Reynolds

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine the moment Ryan Reynolds realizes he wants to marry you.

Imagine Ryan Reynolds taking you to a fair and taking care of you when you get dizzy.

Imagine Ryan Reynolds running into car trouble while taking you on vacation.

Scarlett Johansson

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Scarlett Johansson becoming a motherly figure to you.

Sebastian Stan

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Sebastian Stan taking sign language classes for you.

Imagine Sebastian Stan trying to entice you into joining his photoshoot.

Imagine Sebastian Stan coming to visit you in your small town.

Imagine Sebastian Stan really enjoying spending time with you.

Imagine being sick, and Sebastian Stan constantly checking on you.

Timothee Chalamet

Oneshots

This is the Place

Imagines

Tom Cruise

Oneshots

The Fix

Breathless

Shine

If Ever

Certain Needs

Imagines

Imagine spending Christmas with Tom Cruise.

Imagine Tom Cruise taking care of you when you’re sick.

Imagine your family being formed around Top Gun.

Imagine being comforted by Tom Cruise.

Imagine falling in love with Tom Cruise.

Imagine having a child with Tom Cruise.

Imagine getting pregnant with Tom Cruise’s child.

Imagine Tom Cruise acting as the ‘dancer’ at your Bachelorette Party.

Imagine Tom Cruise taking care of you when you’re scared of getting your heart broken.

Imagine Tom Cruise surprising you with a new bag.

Imagine staying at a winter resort with Tom Cruise.

Imagine spending Valentine’s Day with Tom Cruise.

Imagine being caught with Tom Cruise in public.

Imagine going on a walk with Tom Cruise.

Tom Hiddleston

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine an eccentric director putting you and Tom into a house to test chemistry.

Imagine constantly teasing Tom in interviews.

Imagine working with Tom Hiddleston on a horror film.

Imagine Tom Hiddleston approaching you at a bookstore.

Imagine walking in the rain, and Tom Hiddleston spots you and saves you from the cold with his umbrella.

Tom Holland

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being silly at a con with your coworker Tom Holland.

Tom Sturridge

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Tom Sturridge having a crush on you.

Imagine having a late breakfast with Tom Sturridge.

Imagine being Tom Sturridge’s wife and finding out you’re pregnant.

Walton Goggins

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine meeting Walton Goggins on set, and falling in love.

Zachary Quinto

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine hiring a sky-writer for Zachary Quinto’s birthday.

Imagine making Zachary Quinto laugh during an interview.

[horny-and-dead-inside]

Who i write for

MARVEL:

-Bucky Barns

-Loki

-Natasha Romanoff

-Tony Stark

-Clint Barton

-Robbie Reyes

-Jack Thompson

THE MAZE RUNNER

-Minho

-Newt

THE MORTAL INSTURMENTS

-Jace Waylend

STAR WARS

-Poe Dameron

-Obi Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

-Han Solo

NARNIA

-Edmund Pevensie

-Prince caspian

THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN

-Peter Parker

-Harry Osborn

HARRY POTTER

-Mattheo Riddle

-Draco Malfoy

CELEBRITIES

-Will Poulter

-Orlando Bloom

-Timothee Chalamet

feel free to send me any requests for any of these characters and i do write smut.

I also do mood boards so feel free to request this as well

[doberbutts]

I hate anti-discourse with a passion - it squicks me out these days - but as Fandom Old I have a perspective that seems obvious to me, but seems to get missed by a lot of people.

When I was 15-18 I read adult-minor smut. Mostly Harry Potter/Snape because it titillated me. Then I left fandom space for quite a while during my education before coming back to it as an adult.

Now those self-same fics that I used to really enjoy squick me out. Therefore my conclusion is that the majority of people ready those particular stories put themselves in the position of less power, and most people who get weird about those fics /can't/ see themselves in that position or would hate that position no matter the relationship dynamic, and can't quite separate the fiction of it all from what they are picturing.

I've always been a ship-and-let-ship or kink tomato advocate myself so I guess I am 'pro' but also... want less than nothing to do with it. I had it blacklisted on here for years... but for some reason your recent engagement with it slipped through my filters

I have a different explanation: I think it's normal for a lot of teens to look at adults and see them being adults and want to reach for that themselves and want to be considered adults in their own right, while not realizing that they are still very much children. As a society we put a lot of focus on "when you're an adult" and "when you're 18" and "when you're grown" and "when you're independent" and it's normal for that age group to resent still being grouped in with children because they want the kid gloves to come off already.

The problem with that is that they are, indeed, still children. Whether they like it or not. And I don't really think 18 and 19 are that much different from 17, tbh. I didn't really feel like An Actual Adult until I was closing in on 25. But I did feel like I went from "child" to "adult" overnight in the world's eyes when I hit 18, even though nowadays I do not feel like I was mature enough to be considered legally the same as a 40 year old.

This also is worsened imo by the prevalence of adult actors playing children. The cast of Glee is supposed to be a mixed bag of 13-19 year olds and I don't think a single actor involved was younger than 21. The Harry Potter kids started at the same ages as they were supposed to be, but because the movies didn't release every year, the same thing happened where a bunch of 20+ year olds are playing characters that are supposed to be 17. Vampire Diaries did the same thing. Teen Wolf did the same thing. A lot of media developed for teenagers casts actual grown adults as teens and as characters teens are supposed to find attractive.

To me it's no fucking wonder so many teens are drawn to fan works with less great implications about the age gaps. Do you know how many kids my age thought Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom were the hottest things they've ever seen? How many girls were squealing over the boys of NSYNC and Backstreet? Teens are encouraged to find adults attractive by our society and a whole bunch of them grow up into adults who look back and go "ooh, big yikes" at the exact same thing when they see current teens doing it.

[ao3feed-narlie]

say my name and everything just stops

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lEw3tpf by molly522 He’d concluded it was probably all a fabrication, a fantasy, instilled by movies and books, and there was no use in waiting around for something that didn’t exist. Probably didn’t exist. Yeah, it didn’t, and he wasn’t gonna spend any more time thinking about it. He was gonna continue what he was good at, collecting smiles and nods of approval, that's what he liked, that's what made him feel good. Words: 3813, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Tao Xu, Elle Argent, Isaac Henderson (Heartstopper), Imogen Heaney, Sarah Nelson, Jane Spring, Julio Spring, Oliver "Olly" Spring, Victoria "Tori" Spring Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Smitten Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Bisexual Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, charlie is confident and cheeky, he's been through stuff tho but he's stronger for it, character development from canon but trying to keep the characters true to themselves, im not British, Nick nelson is a people pleaser, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, nick nelson is a virgin, at least for now ;), First Kiss, First Time, Eventual Smut, Roommates, and they were ROOMMATES, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson has Strong Rugby Arms, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) has an Eating Disorder, ive never watched pirates of the caribbean, but keira knightly and orlando bloom could both get it read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lEw3tpf

[gigi-tastic]

I posted 25,944 times in 2022

That's 6,997 more posts than 2021!

4 posts created (0%)

25,940 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chrysalyos

@supernini235

@couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name

@atlas-prime

I tagged 36 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 3 posts

#absolutely not - 1 post

#serously - 1 post

#its one of the best how did this get made episodes - 1 post

#holiday in handcuffs haunts me - 1 post

#prev tags - 1 post

#too sweet - 1 post

#disgusting - 1 post

#i must have the boy - 1 post

#what was he called i can can hunt ebay for him? - 1 post

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#its been 19 years and i will never escape the horror of reading my first smut fic and it being about my best friend and clay akin

My Top Posts in 2022:

#4

Happy Pride Bitches!!!

https://deadline.com/2022/06/our-flag-means-death-renewed-by-hbo-max-for-second-season-1235036305/

1 note - Posted June 1, 2022

#3

Mother refuses to cuddle with Godric? Rejects him like he is the credit card? Jail! Jail for Mother! Jail for 1,000 years!

2 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#2

This is not at all surprising.

5 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I remember reading not one but 2 different friends self insert fanfics about their epic romances with Clay Akin in 2003 a year after the events of Turning Red when we were 13. I myself romanced Orlando Bloom in The Sims as god intended.

Tween Girls are just Like That

10 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

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[buttercream-princess]

This whole vid just reminds me of the same Will I wrote in my headcannon. You're Jack living in your own fun delulu girlypop world and he's just happy to be there, no thoughts in that pretty head of his but more than happy to follow you around like a little puppy. :( he's so adorable omg. and so unintentionally unserious

vid credit: clown energy on youtube

btw I wrote a fluffy 3k drabble about our boy Orlando last night! Might actually finish this one, he's got so much content and movies to give me inspo!!! I'm excited to share it with y'all when I'm finished :)

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thank you!!

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hear me out hear me out.,, I don’t know if youve seen the movie Troy (2004) in which there’s a scene where brisieis tries to kill Achilles with the knife while she’s on top of him and he’s like kill me do it bitch, but she hesitates and then Achilles turns her around and starts fucking her like imagine baby gyuuu,,, jysaaaa yea bye

honestly Troy has awakened a lot of sexual fantasies in me as a teen and it shows 😂 I had completely forgotten about it. thank you for reminding me 😭

Also

"You'll kill many more men if I don't kill you."

"Many."

if that isn't gyu and oc 😭

[sunflowersteves]

Legolas Greenleaf x small!reader

author’s note: omg, I definitely don’t mind at all! you can send in as many as you want, I have a lot of fun doing them. ok I'm gonna do both?? anywho, thank u dino anon babes!

and of course, i had to repost it because tags weren’t working

warnings: some fluff, SMUT!!!, size kink, edging, teasing, public sex, [18+ only!!!]

you watch Legolas while he talks with Gimli, chatting about something that you weren’t quite interested in listening to

currently, you and the fellowship were all attending Aragorn’s coronation where he held a festival afterwards

you had chatted around for awhile, talking pleasantries with everyone--ever since the fall of Sauron things were starting to look up

you watched as Legolas took small sips of wine, relishing in the sweet taste--his lips forming a smirk as he sensed your stare

his eyes widened in surprise as he felt the pads of your fingers rest on his thigh

Gimli was still chatting away, telling a grant story about one of his adventures with his brethren

you feigned as if you were intently listening to his story, your fingers inching close and closer under the table

from the corner of your eye, you could see his frozen nature--trying so hard to concentrate on Gimli’s story rather than the small fingers

his breath hitched as he could feel your fingers swipe over his cock, he almost flinched from your tough but knew better to do so in public

you started asking questions about Gimli’s story, continuing to play your little game as Legolas’ cock only got harder

“my, Gimli, what a lovely story! I can’t wait to-”

Legolas’ chair echoed among the chatter, causing you and Gimli looking at him with confused expressions

without another word, he roughly grabs your wrist and drags you to the depths of the hallway

“Legolas, my love, why are we-” he interrupts you again by shoving you up against the white castle walls, his thigh wedging his way through to stop just below your core

“you wish to see me so flustered, meleth nîn? around our friends?”

your head becomes dizzy as his lips connect to your neck, sucking and biting your sweet skin

his hands that held you onto the wall were now lowering, feeling the petite areas of your body

his hand crowded your stomach and hips, your small whimpers filling the dark hallway

“so beautifully tiny, aren’t you meleth nîn?” despite the softness of his words, the thick fingers that sunk into your hips and the weight of his body pressed up against yours was rough

you could feel his hard cock rest just over your silk dress, the hallway feeling warmer every second he laid his wonderful hands on your skin

you squeaked at the sudden movement of his hands, he lifted up your dress to reveal your wet core--dripping over your folds

Legolas’ hands went to caress your small breasts, smirking as you mewled with the upmost pleasures

“oh, how beautiful the sounds you make, meleth nîn”

you let out a large gasp, feeling his member rub back and forth between your sweet folds--your grip on Legolas’ shoulder was hard, nails digging into his skin

he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his torso and your dress hiked up all the way

“I can’t wait for my cock to devour you, my sweet flower”

you let out a broken moan, Legolas ever so slowly slid in your folds--his cock was big, almost couldn’t fit as he stretched you out to the brink

“so s-small, so tight, all f-for me”

you were so tight from his size, he filled you up completely and he always reached the places you never could

“look at you, sweet flower, taking me so well with your small cunt”

your head leaned back on the hard walls, your body bouncing from the pleasurable attack he was putting on your body

the rough grumbles and moans that left his lips made you tremble, his name has left your lips like it was the only word that you could think of

the pleasure of his cock almost hurt, your gasps and moans and groans were echoing louder in the hallway but you didn’t care if someone heard you

that familiar coil started to pent up in your stomach and you relished in the feeling if its pleasure

Legolas could feel your cunt clenching, your face contorted with with pure bliss

you could feel him slowing his thrusts, the loss of friction making you whine

“don’t you dare, little flower. you teased me in front of our friends and you think you can milk my cock?”

you started to pout, his thrusting becoming straight to a halt

you started to whine again until he captured your lips into a passionate kiss, making you want him even more

a sigh escapes your lips and you try to wriggle out of his touch but you welp in surprise as he pins you to the wall for the second time tonight

“oh not yet, meleth nîn, we’re not done.”

~~

headcanon masterlist

permanent taglist: @captainchrisstan @angstysebfan @rebekahdawkins @hailmary-yramliah

[malcfactorss]

open to: f/nb connection: i’m a pirate and you’re a noble that my crew just captured with the hopes of monetary reward for your return

It had been many years since Salvador had lived a life on land, the sea felt more like home to him than anything else. The unpredictability, the storm, the chase, and the calmness all enveloped him when he set sail. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t step foot on land but there were feats of treasure that were necessary to keep himself and his crew alive. Gold, however, was more easily found in the pockets of the rich as opposed to abandoned islands in buried chests. That was why he had orchestrated the kidnapping of the land princess. Noble and darling of the town. No doubt the town would bend at the knee, hand over their riches for their return. But not without putting up a fight first and that--he looked forward to. His crew had successfully captured the young lass and he was due to meet her just now. Apparently, she hadn’t come easy. “Heard you gave my men quite the hard time...” He muses with a smirk as he ducks under a beam that supports the undercarriage. 

[two-hawkeyes]

May your day be blessed by this amazing edit

[koressecretidentity]

Change of loyalty - Will Turner x Reader

Characters: William Turner, (y/n) (l/n), Elizabeth Swann, Captain Jack Sparrow, Bootstrap Bill, Davy Jones (mentioned), Barbosa (mentioned)

Word count: 1914

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, SPOILERS FOR PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD’S END, little bit of angst, implied smut, major character death, comment if you see more

Reader gender: Female

A/N: First time writing for POTC and I still think there are too little fanfics out there for Orlando Bloom’s characters. This is not proofread so forgive me for any grammar or spelling mistakes. The next fanfic will go through at least one of my three beta readers, I promise.

Gif is never mine unless stated otherwise! masterlist

It is amazing, really, how fast one can fall in love with the sea. (Y/n), for example, had been captured and taken hostage by pirates on a ship called the Black Pearl and it was right at the moment they left the Port that she’d fallen in love with the water and the feeling of freedom.

That had been quite some years ago now. (Y/n) (l/n) had grown up into a beautiful young woman and a pirate under the orders of Captain Jack Sparrow. While the man was crazy, he was creative and somehow made quite a name for himself with his adventures and his instinct for survival. Will Turner almost had a change of heart when he first laid his eyes upon the female pirate. Emphasise almost. He had made a deal with the captain of the ship once upon a time to save the love of his life when the Black Pearl was still Barbosa’s.

That brought him to wonder what (y/n)’s story was. She had gotten to know Elizabeth Swann on the ship while she had been under the hostage of Barbosa and his crew and (y/n), at the time, seemed loyal to Barbosa but as soon as the Black Pearl was in Jack’s hands, she seemed to be loyal to him. Perhaps that was her tactic of survival although.. Something told Will it wasn’t exactly about surviving for the woman. “I fell in love with the sea if that’s what you’re wondering.” Will was snapped out of his thought at the feminine voice and he turned his head with a small gasp only to find a pair of (e/c) eyes looking at him and a small smile grazing upon rosy lips. “I- I didn’t know.. How did you.. I mean..?” He was confused, needless to say, how could she possibly have known what he was thinking about? “I’ve seen you glancing at me every now and then and your face when I didn’t choose to stay with Barbosa when the Black Pearl changed sides told me enough. I am loyal to no one but the Black Pearl, no matter the captain. In the end.. She is her own captain.”

(Y/n) turned around and returned to her duty on deck, leaving Will staring after her in awe. Loyal to no one but the ship itself and in love with the sea. It seemed pretty cliché if one really thought about it, but Will did not matter that at all. If anything, he admired that about her. She had a mind of her own. Although her clothes, hair and face were always dirty and a little roughed up, he could help but notice how amazing that woman is- “Will?” He turned and faced what he told himself to be the love of his life; Elizabeth Swann stood there with one eyebrow raised and a curious look on her face as she approached him and placed a hand on his cheek. She inspected his eyes for an answer to a question she had not yet asked. “What were you so deep in thought about?” “It- It’s nothing, Elizabeth.. Nothing..” However, Will couldn’t help but glance behind Elizabeth to look at (y/n) as she walked up the stairs and towards Jack Sparrow to report her duties for the day.

 ¬ Time Skip ¬

(Y/n) regretted to say that her loyalty had changed. First it had been with the sea, no matter what ship she’d be on, she’d always stay at sea unless it was for a small break in one of the many ports. But when the time came and the Black Pearl changed sides, she found herself in need to stay with the ship and thus in command of Jack Sparrow himself. But once more the time came.

William Turner Jr. had found a place among the pirates and became one himself. It was difficult to say which side he was on but it seemed to be his own. He even dared to withhold truth from his fiancée though… He had honestly told (y/n) about his plans. She did not exactly like it – mostly because his life would be endangered once more – but she supported him; she understood why he wanted to do it. So yes, her loyalty has changed and she regretted to say it for she would never allow herself to admit she had fallen in love with Bootstrap Bill’s son. Silently, the female scolded herself while she cut another pirate’s throat aboard the Flying Dutchman. She should not get distracted by her own thoughts now she was fighting a bunch of undead pirates. Secretly, she was glad she could leave the captain – Davy Jones himself – to Will and Jack and maybe even Elizabeth while they fought in an outrageous storm caused by Calypso herself.

(Y/n) also regretted to have underestimated the goddess now she was on the brink of death, almost literally. One misstep, one slip up, one little mistake and she would fall into the pit of the ocean. “William..” she heard a man groan beside her. It caused her head to turn swiftly and her (h/c) hair to slap her in the face as she looked at Bootstrap. Then her eyes turned to look at Will though.. His heart was pierced through by Davy Jones’ sword.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and before she knew it, she was on her knees besides Jack and at Will’s side. Her hand gently cupped Will’s cheek as she desperately pleaded for him to stay awake and stay with her. “Will please..” she whispered, “Don’t leave me like this. Not now..”

 Elizabeth Swann watched from a distance. Her anger grew at the sight of her fallen fiancé, though.. Was he still? She had seen the looks Will had given (y/n) and while she regretted to say it; she felt no more love for Will like she did before. Sure, he still was a good friend and she truly grieved his death but what (y/n) and Will seemed to feel for one another was much stronger than she and Will would have ever felt. So no, she could not say he was her fiance anymore.

It broke her heart to pull (y/n) away from Will’s dead body after Jack had helped Will stab Davy Jones’ heart. A few tears escaped her own eyes as she looked at the lifeless brown eyes of Will. “No! Will! No! Please..! Stay with me! Please…” (y/n) kept on begging. Elizabeth sighed sadly and let go of her for a second but it proved to be enough to have (y/n) back at Will’s side and clinging to him like that would bring him back.

“Leave her,” Jack muttered sadly besides Elizabeth while he wrapped an arm around her waist and held a rope with his free hand, “We must go. She won’t leave his side and there is no use in trying to pull her away.” Before Elizabeth could protest, they flew up in the air and watched as the ship got pulled into the dark pit of the vortex. 

“Part of the ship.. Part of the crew.. Part of the ship.. Part of-“ The crew of the Flying Dutchman kept chanting while Bootstrap closed in on Will and (y/n) with a small knife in his hand.

“The Dutchman must have a captain.” Bill muttered before he pierced his knife through Will’s chest and then all (y/n) could remember was being held by one of the crew members as the ship got pulled down into the water.

Darkness overcame her and it felt like she had died but somewhere she knew she was not dead. Death was supposed to be peaceful, wasn’t it? This certainly didn’t feel like peace when her chest was hurting in the need of oxygen. Then the sun hit her out of a sudden and she gasped for air she actually did not need anymore. Her eyes opened and in front of her was the crew, changing into their normal bodies and they looked a lot more peaceful than when she had fought against them. Their gaze rested upon their new captain who stood at the helm and shouted his very first order as captain. “Ready on the guns!” And before (y/n) could even progress what had happened the fast few minutes, their enemy was destroyed and Will had run up towards her with wide eyes. “(Y/n)!” He exhaled and placed a hand on either side of her neck, holding her in place ever so gently.

“Captain Turner..” She whispered back with a small smile “Please.. Tell me you did not..” “I’m afraid I did when the ship went down the vortex, captain.” Will looked down with a frown and a regretful look in his eyes before looking back up and into her (e/c) eyes that shined in the light of the sun. “You will not be tied to this ship, (y/n), I cannot hold you here. Be free. That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?” “Will..” “What are your orders captain?” Bill suddenly said from behind (y/n). “You, too, are free to go..” Now Will almost sounded desperate though if he had to be honest, he didn’t want either of them to leave him on this ship alone. “I know,” Bill said and added after some silence, “But I still got a debt to pay with you.” “At the wheel then, Mr. Turner.” “Aye, captain Turner.”

Then those warm brown eyes were back on your (e/c) ones. They looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to give your answer and finish your previously started sentence. “Will.. I- First my loyalty lay with the sea, then with the Black Pearl but now? Now my loyalty lies with you… As does my heart.” (y/n) finally confessed after all that time. “When you were to wed Elizabeth, my heart broke and I knew- I thought I could never have you so I stayed on the Pearl but.. Then something happened between you and Elizabeth and I somewhere thought I made a chance.. Then you died right in front of me and Will..”

A tear slipped down her cheek while she lowered her head in embarrassment and in sadness as she thought back to that horrible moment. “I thought I had lost you once more but that time for good and yet here you are, somewhat tied to a ship, but still.. You are alive, more or less, and I couldn’t ask for anything else.. Because I love you William Turner..” Will stayed quiet for a moment. The words she just spoke slowly sinking into his head and registering even slower. She loved him. She just confessed she loved him as he had fallen in love with her.

Without a second thought, Will pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, one hand coming up to the back of her head to keep her pressed against him while the other pressed on her lower back as he slightly dipped her back. (Y/n) kissed him back with just as much passion and winded her arms around his neck to keep steady. Only when they found himself at lack of breath they pulled apart thought never let go of each other.

“I love you too, (y/n).. So much. Let us conquer the Seven Seas together on the Flying Dutchman and spend eternity in each other’s company. “I, myself, made a mistake by thinking I fell in love with Elizabeth Swann. I had fallen in love with you the moment I saw you on the Black Pearl. You were so passionate about the ocean and the ship.. It made me admire you even more than I did before. I thought it was but a mere crush and the need of affection because I thought I’d lost Elizabeth to the pirates but everything changed when I saw Elizabeth again. She will always hold a special place in my heart, but you.. You own my heart, (y/n) (l/n). You always have and always will, figuratively and literally if you’ll have me.”

He wiped away a few tears that fell down his beloved cheeks and kissed her once more. “Let me show you how much I love you..” He whispered against her lips before they retreated to the Captain’s quarters.