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P.S. I am weak to Sam dressing him gently, leave me alone in my delulu T^T

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A LOVE SO TRUE — GUILDFORD DUDLEY

REQUEST: A request for Guildford Dudley x fem verity reader, in which they are married and Guildford can control his Ethian form, but she doesn’t know that he is Ethian yet. She gets sick and discovers that is pregnant but doesn’t tell him and Guildford is worried about her. Just to highlight they have married for love and they are so in love with each other. Something like this, I just can’t get enough of the series haha.

WARNING(S): angst and fluff, mentions of being nauseous, mentions of being pregnant, missed cycle, also if you have emetophobia I wouldn't suggest reading this.

WORD COUNT: 4,454

PAIRING: Guildford Dudley x Verity!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

"There, there now. Better out than in My Lady…" You coughed and then heaved as you bent over a bucket. Bertie, yours and Guildford's servant holding your hair back and rubbing your back in soothing circles. You were ill. It was the only possible explanation. You were ill perhaps with a stomach bug. Perhaps poisoned at your family feast. That could have been it, you were certain of it. You hadn't been able to keep the remnants of your meals in your stomach lately. "I shall fetch a doctor, my lady. Your state of health has not improved. It has been a week." Bertie helps you upright. Your face flushed with beads of sweat. You silently thank her for the cloth to wipe against your lips.

"N-No, no, please. No doctor. I would rather not be poked and prodded with medical equipment. I-I am fine." In your weak attempts to gently send Bertie away, you sway in your step forward. Guildford caught you effortlessly before you could meet the harsh ground. "It will pass…" You inhale deeply. Your tired state did not bring him a calm state of mind.

"My lady, you are far from fine. This is the sixth time you have been sick this week." Bertie interjects gently. Guildford moves quickly to walk you back to your bedroom, he settles and tucks you back under the covers, placing a hand on your forehead.

"Gods you're burning up. It will not simply pass, it seems to be getting worse. You are feverish, constantly vomiting, and…you're tired, my love." Guildford did not bother to hide the concern etched on his features.

"I-I'm fine, truly." You attempt to protest weakly but fail as another wave of nausea hits you. You cover your mouth just as Guildford quickly grabs a nearby bucket, placing it between you just as you retch into it. He shakes his head, discomforted by your worsened condition.

"I'm sending for Jane." He tilts his head to firmly meet your eyes. Your timid stare submits to his determined look. "I'll retrieve her myself if I need to. If you won't see a doctor then you'll see her. You love and trust Jane more than anyone else, my love. You'll see her because I cannot bear to see you suffering anymore." He lifts your head up to place a tender kiss on your temple.

"Please. Don't make a fuss over this. It is only a stomach bug surely. It will end soon..." Guildford's heart breaks a little with your protestations. He knows you're scared and trying to hide it behind a facade of stubborn nonchalance.

"You are ill. I will not sit back and watch you get worse. You are stubborn but you're not a fool, love. You know this is not just a stomach bug. You're terrified. I can see that." He cups your face gently. He lets out a sigh as he studies your sweaty, flushed face. His hand caresses the side of your cheek affectionately as he silently prays that you'll get better soon.

"Will you at least rest in bed while I fetch Jane?" He implores softly after a moment of silent contemplation. "You are over-exerting yourself. As your loving and scared husband, I command you to not leave this room." His failed attempt to sound serious falters as you meet his gaze with a raised brow. "...please."

The stubborn streak in you wished to protest, to insist you were alright, that there was no need. However, you could not. You were tired, exhausted from all the vomiting and aching, and in all honesty, your illness was beginning to scare you a little. There was no strength left in you to argue. You simply give him a small nod before collapsing against him heavily. Your head on his chest. His hands curling around your hair pressing you to him.

"It has been a week. You are in no condition to be up and about at this time. It has to be serious. If your nkt slightly better by tomorrow, I'll be fetch someone other than Jane to have a look at you. You will not protest. You will not." He pulls away and cups your face. His expression softened a bit at your pitiful appearance. Your eyes sunken in with dark circles, your hair untamed. He goes to lean in but your hand stops him in place. He huffs then settles with a kiss against your cheek, another softly laid on your neck. You sigh in contentment at his affection. "I should be back in half a day's worth." He fluffs up your pillow and tucks you underneath the cover. He places the bucket alongside the edge of the bed, within your reach to fetch with ease. "I love you..." He kisses your head.

"And I, you." You muster a faint smile but it's the fear-stricken warriness and tears that tell him enough.

He presses a palm against your cheek, gently wiping a tear that falls down your face. He retracts it without another word other than. "Take care of her, Bertie."

"She's in good care, Lord Guildford." With a swift exit, Guildford's footsteps grow distant.

Bertie bows and watches as Guildford closes the bedroom door behind him. With you now tucked in bed, and your husband's worried features no longer in sight, you drop the pretense of being fine. You turn to your side and sob into your pillow.

Bertie walks over and sits on the bed by you. A sympathetic look on her face. She gently threads her fingers through your greasy hair. "He only does it because he cares for you." She says.

"I-I know…" Your tears don't stop as you continue to weep. Bertie continues to run her fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you, all the while shushing you quietly.

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Guildford had kept his word. Only half a day's worth of traveling. The night turned into day rather quickly than you remembered. Bertie tended to you as you helplessly waited for him.

You could hear the horse that you both owned neigh in the distance. It had urged you to sit up in bed. The creature signals their arrival. You had yet to see the barn yourself. Guildford and Rupert had but all dissolved any ideas of you visiting the horse. Telling you to remain in the house. To the gardens, but never the barn, ensuring there was nothing but unpleasant welcomes from the beast itself. You did shiver at that. You could imagine your shoes stepping in something disgusting.

You didn't know where the newfound energy derived from but you were glad the nausea hadn't taken over your want to see your husband, to greet your friend upon their safe return. It was a mere thought of consciousness before you scurried to dress yourself into somewhat of a decent household lady. You hadn't concerned yourself much about your rat's nest of hair. Leaving it be in its wild manner. You had just about slipped your right shoe on before Bertie entered with a tray of breakfast.

"You should be resting!"

"I'm feeling much better Bertie-" You promised as your foot was now securely settled in its place.

"Nonsense come, get those shoes off your feet deary before the master sees ya-"

"That is what I venture out to seek Bertie. Guildford and Jane have returned and since I've never been to the barn. Well, I thought it best to accomplish two wishes in one venture rather than two, so don't mind me, Bertie. I'll be back in time to help set the table for breakfast. Surely the two of them or hungry and worked themselves an appet-"

"No, no, no, my lady!" Bertie's shrill shriek halts your words and feet. She carefully places the food down and stomps over to you. "You have been vomiting your body weight consistently for the past week and you wish to see a horse?? I thought you more clever than that." She grabs the comforter and begins to remove the old ones. “My Lady, I implore you to rest." Bertie's usually meek demeanor changed to a firm tone, the tray of food forgotten in favor of fixing up the bed. Guildford had specifically told her to take care of you. "Master Guildford will be very unhappy with me if he finds you in this state outside and he– My Lady you have not bled…"

"Pardon?" You whip around to face Bertie who removed the sheets from the bed to exchange them for new ones. "Bertie?" Your eyes fall onto the clean, non tainted sheets They were still white. Surely there had to be a reasonable explanation for why they were white. It was only just last month before that you bled. So why hadn't you- you hadn’t bled last month…

You had missed a month. No. It couldn’t be. Surely.

Bertie continues exchanging the blankets, but her eyes are fixed on the sheets in her hands. She was just as shocked as you. How many days have you missed? A few more? “My Lady…?”

“I’m with…child?” Your eyes linger with unspilled tears. Your hands and arms move independently, naturally placed upon your stomach. You look down at your nonexistent bump then up to Bertie.

Her hand came to her mouth in shock, her eyes widening to look into yours. The sheets fall from her hand and land on the floor. “-By the Gods-“ She scurries over to you and pulls you into an embrace. “My Lady-“ She exclaims, trying to keep her voice down. “We must have a real doctor come immediately. We must have a physician look you over. You have missed a month, my Lady. Perhaps two. This will not go unnoticed by the Master. We must tell him of the ne-”

“N-No.” You shake your head.

Bertie pulls away from the embrace. She grabs your forearms, the grip is nothing painful but you can tell she is attempting to keep you from swaying in place. “My Lady? Why not? This is the happiest of news. A child. A product of yours and Master Guildford’s love. Why would you want to keep this from him?”

“I… I don’t know. But I’d rather it be confirmed with Lady Jane than to give him false hope.” You give into her, in hopes she’ll believe you. You aren’t entirely sure you know the reason yourself for not wanting to tell him. You two were newly wedded. Surely he’d find your situation a damper on your honeymoon. Right?

Bertie considers this for a moment. You look exhausted. Not to mention you still were unwell and had lost all color to your face.

“I-“ She shakes her head. “Very well, we can confirm with Lady Jane first, then tell Master Guildford. But I beg of you, do not work yourself into the ground, my Lady. Allow me to do all the chores that require your energy. Do not lift a single thing.”

“Alright…” You muster a faint smile and nod before you grab your robe and head out of the room.

You begin your walk to the barn. The journey is long given the property is quite sizeable, and your legs almost buckle with every step you take. The thought of pregnancy was still reeling in your head, making your steps heavier. Your stomach churns with the feeling of nausea that still hasn’t gone away, and the nerves of the conversation you were about to have made you queasier. Would Guildford be thrilled? Would he want a child early into your marriage?

Finally, the large structure of the barn comes into view. As you get closer, you can hear the neigh of the horse growing louder with every step you take. The anxiety was building with every step. You were a mix of excitement and nervousness. You were about to speak upon swinging the barn door open but the voice of Jane fills your ears.

"We cannot keep hiding this from her Guildford. She is your wife and my dearest friend. I despise the idea of her remaining in the dark about this secret. If you won't tell her then I will!"

“-You will do no such thing!” Guildford rebuts defiantly, his usually calm nature quickly dissolving. You step closer to the barn doors and listen to their conversation that clearly was not meant for your ears. You hear Guildford release a tired and weary huff. His words are a whisper but they cut through the space. “This is my concern alone. I’ll talk to her about it later-” But he is interrupted by the firm tone of Jane.

“When will that be? Years from now? When she’s well and pregnant with your child?” Jane retorts, her voice stern. “This is not just your secret, Guildford. It involves your wife. Someone who deserves to know the truth about her own husband.” You wince at her words. The nausea feeling from before had returned.

“You are no better than me in this regard!” Guildford argued back. You can hear the agitation in his voice as it rises. “I want to tell her as much as you do. But given the state I have seen her in these last few days, I worry my words will bring more harm than good!”

A pause. You press against the cold wood of the barn door. Listening to the conversation unfolding inside. The muffled voices of your husband and your closest friend fill the space. Another huff from Guildford. “I don’t want to hurt her."

“And you won’t.” You hear Jane say. Her voice was calmer than before. “She’ll understand your circumstance. Your reasons. You underestimate her love for you.”

You sink your back into the wall as their voices grow closer to the door. “I love her, Jane. I’ve always loved her.” You hear Guildford exclaim. The door pushes wide open. You see him run his hands through his hair. He’s stressed. You can hear the strain in his voice. “But if I tell her. If she finds out what I am…” Your breath hitches in your throat. “…I’m afraid she won’t forgive me.”

You are stunned and stuck in place, leaning on the wall for support. You could sense the despair and anguish in Guildford’s words. It broke your heart, knowing he was holding something so deeply inside him, unable to tell you the truth. You want to step in, to confront the two, but your legs suddenly feel weaker than ever, a wave of nausea passing over your body.

"Make your way back to the house. Y/n should still be in bed for you to examine her. Let me know of her condition when I get back!" Guildford begins to walk.

“Where are you going?” You hear Jane inquire from inside the barn.

"I need to clear my head before I am to see her."

You hadn't expected what was to come next. You hadn't expected it at all. Your feet moved on its own accord as Guildford transformed into a….a horse. Your eyes widened in shock, in fear of the unknown and what presented itself before you. No longer was your husband, now stood a brown beautiful steed. "Guildford…?"

The sight was almost incomprehensible. One moment, your husband was there, his back turned to you with his head in his hands, and the next- there stood a horse. A magnificent, tall chestnut steed whose body stood where Guildford once did. You wanted to move. To yell out. But the shock rooted you to the spot. Only your thoughts raced around your mind.

You take another step forward, trying to keep your balance and regain your breath. Your head was spinning with all the information you took in. Guildford is different. A creature. Something otherworldly who was afraid of hurting you.

Guildford, or rather, the horse, perks their head up towards you. His ears are alert and focused in your direction. You couldn't read his expression. A neigh ripples out of him as he steps closer to you. Your legs were trembling even more now, threatening to give out any second. Before you know it your knees met the ground harshly. You gasp as Jane and Guildford react quickly.

“Y/n!” Jane comes in from behind you. But you were more entranced by the yellow hue and transformation of your husband. The horse had knelt on its front legs before your husband's face was in your line of sight once again.

“I…I don’t understand.” You whisper, your hands reaching out to caress his face. He places his palms over yours keeping them steady and close. He nestles into your palms.

He tries to speak but stumbles over his words, shocked by your presence. His eyes darted over your body. You looked terrible. Your hair was in disarray, and with eyes, tired and red. Yet you were the most beautiful thing in his eyes, but you looked as if you could fall over with just a gentle nudge. One of his palms slipped and touched your stomach. You shuddered at the feeling. He then touched your face with his other palm.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his warm hand touched your cheeks. It was soft and smooth, yet calloused with years of experience and swordplay. His gaze was intense, but something in his eyes showed him to be conflicted. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, as if in confusion. He had so much to say to you but just didn’t know how to. "My love…won't you say something?”

You can't tear your eyes from him. You were supposed to be resting in bed, tending to the nausea that had plagued you. Yet here you were, in the barn, staring at your husband who had somehow transformed into a horse. You see his eyes dart across your face, studying every feature of yours. He was afraid. Terrified of your response.

You wanted to say so much. You wanted to yell at him. To hit him. To cry and ask him why he would keep such a secret to himself. But looking into his eyes, all you saw was the pain that was within their depths. All you saw was the love he had for you. "I-" You attempt to say but the nausea in your belly suddenly makes an appearance. Bile rises in the back of your throat. The familiar taste of acid burned your tongue.

You feel the contents of your stomach travel back up your throat. Guildford’s eyes widen in fear at the realization of what’s coming. He knows what's about to happen. He moves to grab you, to hold your hair out of your face but you turn your head away to the side and vomit on the ground.

Tears spill down your face as you lean back against him for support. Guildford brushes back your hair. Shushing and reassuring you that everything is all right. "I think I'm pregnant…and you're Ethian." You exhale deeply. Closing your eyes for a moment's worth of rest.

Both Guildford and Jane are stunned into silence. Neither of them knows what to say. The air is filled with a heavy density. You can feel Guildford behind you, his hands still around your face. You try to make eye contact, and he turns you back around to face him. “You’re…pregnant? With…With our child?” He asks hesitantly. The question was posed almost as if he couldn’t believe that you said it.

"You've kept your Ethianism a secret this entire time..." You muster. Your fingers trace across his bottom lip. Guildford places a kiss on your fingertips in response.

Guildford looks down in shame. “I-Yes, I did.” He looks up again, his expression pleading. “I was afraid that if you found out, you’d detest me. That you would be revolted at who I truly was.” He reaches out again, to caress your face. "My love, you just said you might be pregnant…you are with child?"

You want to cry, to scream, to laugh hysterically. But Guildford’s words ring through your ears and you can tell the desperation and worry behind them. You could also see his surprise at just how calm your demeanor currently was. The situation was so absurd. You weren't even sure how to feel right now. "Bertie…she believes so." You daze off. "My sheets were still white this morning...It appears I've missed my monthly bled." Guildford huffed in disbelief, but his expression never faltered with delight.

You feel him lean his head down to rest his forehead against yours. His breaths mix with yours making you dizzy, yet you want to relish in the moment of him being so close. He pulls you in against him, his arms wrapping around you, a kiss against your cheek displaying his love, his affection for you. He’s warm and familiar. Home. “You’re with child...” He whispers again into your hair, his voice shaky and thick with emotion.

His hands brush your hair away from your face and neck, his lips placing soft kisses against your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw. The warm breath you feel against your skin is a comfort. You can't help but feel small though, can't help the fear that stirs within you. "You're not upset over the news?"

Your question halts his kisses that were on your skin. You feel him pull away just so he can look at you. “Upset? How could I be upset? This is a gift, a blessing.” He says with disbelief lacing his words. His hands never leave your face, keeping you angled at him. You can see the tears welling at the corners of his eyes. "I am overjoyed. Overjoyed beyond belief." He replies, his voice shaky with emotion. "I love you." He declares just like he's done time and time again.

"And I, you." Tears prickle from your eyes now.

He is taken by your reaction. Guildford pulls you closer to him. You could hear the rapid beat of his heart against your ear. “I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles into your shoulder. You can tell he means it, but you scoff at the absurd statement. Pulling away slightly, looking directly at him with intense determination behind your eyes. "Are you upset with me, for not telling you I'm Ethian?"

"No. I am just sorry you couldn't find the comfort you sought out, with me, enough for you to tell me. I'm not mad you could find that comfort in telling Jane." You reassure them with a timid smile. You glance over to Jane, extending your hand out for her to grasp.

Jane looks at you dumbfounded. She expected yelling. She expected screaming, tears, and sobs. Yet you had said nothing more than a few words. You were calm. Jane grabs your outstretched hand, giving it a warm and comforting squeeze. The air is still filled with a sense of uneasiness but she offers a kind smile.

Guildford pulls away. You feel his hands leave your body and you suddenly feel very alone without them. You suddenly become afraid that he’s going to leave.

"I should have told you." He exhaled deeply, the words coming out more like a statement of fact than an apology. "I should have told you. I knew it wasn’t fair to you. But I was afraid of your reaction. Afraid of what you might think of me. Afraid of how you might look at me, knowing that deep down I was a beast." He confesses, and you feel a tug at your heart as his words ring in your ears. "I should have known better…'cause even after knowing, you aren't afraid of me. You still look at me with love. You are the most fearless, stubborn, determined, strong, beautiful woman I know.” He reaches out to hold your face in his hands once more. "You are my wife, my love. The woman carrying our child. And you don’t look at me any differently. You don’t run in fear. Yet I did. I was a fool to think you’d detest me. That the news would disgust you. But here you are as beautiful and sweet and loving as you have always been. You forgive me in a heartbeat.” He runs his thumb across your cheeks to wipe away the tears that had spilled down your face, but new ones had formed at his words.

"You are a fool." You breathe out a laugh. As you place your hands over his to keep them in place.

"Well, I for one, second it!" Ah yes, Jane was still here. You breathe out a laugh as you both turn to look at her. She raises her hand in greetings, knowing you'd forgotten about her, but she was well alright with it. She adored Guildford's love declaration for you. "Guildford you continue to surprise me with your poetic...dialect."

Guildford rolls his eyes. He was used to being teased and ridiculed by his best friend. His hands grip yours tight as he moves closer to you again. His fingers intertwine with yours. He brings your knuckles up to kiss them softly. "My love, I think it best to head to the house. Let Jane give you a proper examination, for certainty."

You nod in agreement, your mind already spinning at the thoughts swirling through your mind. You were with child. With Guildford’s child. You were carrying the next heir of the Dudley line.

Guildford offers his arm for you to hold on to, and you gladly take it. He leads you over to the house, with Jane in tow behind. The walk to the house was quiet. No one spoke, everyone was too wrapped up in their thoughts to even try. You felt Guildford rub his thumb over the back of your hand. He occasionally looks at you with a smile, as if he can’t believe everything that just happened. You feel his hands constantly squeeze yours. The gesture was his way of reassuring you.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I was hoping you would say that..."

Guildford stops in his tracks, causing you to stop as well. He turns to look at you. He brings his hand up to the side of your face, the pad of his thumb caressing your lower lip. "I could never leave you. Not in a millennium."

“I'd hope not.” You breathe a laugh. Your smile graced him. Your eyes crinkle at the corners. He can’t help but mirror yours.

As you arrive at the front door, Guildford opens it for you, letting you and Jane walk in first. He looks at you with a smile before following you through, closing the door promptly behind him. “You’re stuck with me, love.”

[nyarumie]

hey axia ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

enjoy the start of your semester, before uni gets crazy!! I loved your previous works, so I'll just slip into your inbox while the requests are open:3

What do you think would make Hoshina blush, or like, properly flustered?!

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Heart in Your Hands

hoshina soshiro x reader — fluff, comfort, they're both deeply in love, (god me when), short and sweet, established relationship

Author's Reply: Hi, thank you anon! I hope this work caters well to your request; finally got the time to work on something (which hopefully helps with my writer's block)

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Trying to get Soshiro to blush is definitely rarer than a blue moon. Trust me, even his own platoon of talented rookies tried catching him off-guard — it's just near impossible!

Keyword: Near impossible. That's where you enter the picture.

As a Platoon Leader, you do your best to be a figure of inspiration to your officers, thus keeping up your facade of a strict mentor; but honestly—you’re not fooling anyone, you're totally a softie! Despite your personal ‘no-distractions-during-work’ policy, obvious signs of your feelings for the Vice Captain naturally slip out occasionally. Still, you refuse to get your relationship in the way of your work.

Behind closed doors lie the reserved intimacy and affection you held for him. He won't ever admit it, but he sometimes pushes himself too hard, hard enough to have scars and calluses all over his hands from his intense training, and you can only imagine how tight and desperate his grip is on his personalized close combat weapon.

He’s always desperate to prove his worth, desperate to keep the only thing that gives meaning to his existence, and you know that your words are not enough to quell the distress behind each swing and slash of his blades.

That's why you do what you know will calm him best—love him just as fierce as he swings those blades of his.

You caught him training again one night, exhaustion evident on his form. The adrenaline coursing through his body has yet to be quenched, and you know you have to do your magic to get him to rest.

“Soshiro. You're here again. One more night of this and you’ll really strain your body.” you softly said, concern evident in your voice.

He stopped midway his slash, breath heaving as he turned to face you. “Can't rest easy when the rookie officers are a whole ‘nother level, dear. If I don't do this, I doubt I’ll be able to get even the slightest hit on No. 9.”

Sighing, you made your way to him. “Put your weapon down for a while, please? Let me at least do something for you.”

Doing as you asked, he kept them somewhere safe and curiously stood in front of you again. He gave you an inquisitive look, patiently waiting for what you're planning to do.

You took his hands and caressed them, slowly feeling the roughness and evidence of all the nights he's spent bruising himself up just to get even stronger. You move his hands so that his palms are facing you, his eyes widening at your next move.

He felt a soft, careful kiss touch each of his palms, followed by a kiss to each of his fingertips.

He thinks his ears are on fire with how hot it's burning.

“W-what are ya doing, dear? I haven't cleaned my hands up!”

You entwined your hands with his before he could even pull them away, thinking that he didn't like what you just did. “I’m sorry, did I make you uncomf— Oh.”

Oh, indeed. The sight that greeted you when you turned your face up to see him is… remarkable. You can't believe the Third Division’s Vice Captain would be blushing over his significant other tenderly kissing his rough, tired hands.

“Ya didn't have to do that… I know you love me plenty! And please stop gripping on my hands harder, ya aren't letting me turn away!”

You snort. “Of course I won't let you. This is a rare sight. Still, I didn't know something like that could get you severely flustered.” you said, a hint of pride in your tone.

“Told ya I haven't cleaned ‘em up. I was holdin’ those nasty blades moments ago.”

“Ah, excuses. Just say you liked the kisses more than you expected. I’ll let you off this one time and say it's just out of exhaustion.” you giggled.

Your expression turned soft and serious again, now hugging him. His arms wrapped around you, a tired sigh coming from him. “You do so much for me, ya know that? I thought I was gonna explode earlier. Don't know what I did to deserve ya.”

“Mhm, ‘Shiro. You have no idea how at a loss I am sometimes to do something for you. I want to shoulder at least a piece of your burden, want you to share your pain with me without worrying about whether I can take it. Because I will, just for you. I’ll hold your hand whatever happens and stand side by side with you. All I ask is that you take care of yourself.”

He let out a soft laugh of relief. “I should be sayin’ these things to you. I hope ya know how amazing you are to me.”

You both pulled away from the hug, him taking a hand of yours in his. “Let's get some rest. Don't wanna worry my princess over here.”

Smiling in content, you nod your head at him. “Thank you, Soshiro.”

[sulumuns-dootah]

WHB characters meeting their Obey Me! counterparts pt.2

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Asmodeus is finally back in Hell and I'm finally able to make the second part to THIS post! I also included some more characters so it's not just the two leftover kings ^^

The scenario is still the same with OM!Solomon's spell going wrong and interconnecting the universes together

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Asmodeus

Okay, OM!Asmodeus has two reactions:

"Ooh? Such a brave outfit! And those thorns are so pretty!"

but then after a few seconds after he catches a whiff of the smell, he's about ready to die

If he manages to overcome this difficulty, they'd get along pretty well

WHB!Asmodeus doesn't really react... He does recognise OM!Asmodeus as another version of him and that's about it

Oh, but once they get to talking, you can rest assured that WHB!Asmodeus is pulling out the baby pics like the proud father of his little halfling army that he is

OM!Asmodeus' followers can also expect getting their timeline spammed with photos of these two because he just wants to commemorate this meeting as much as he can

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Belphegor

Depending on the time of day, both Belphies wouldn't even notice bc they're snoozin' the day away

But let's say they both happen to be awake at the same time

The first thing OM!Belphegor notices is the amount of piercings on WHB!Belphegor

Those must've been a pain to sleep with while they're healing

Also, once he finds out that WHB!Belphegor doesn't have to do anything and has people do everything for him, he's kinda jealous

WHB!Belphegor is kinda surprised to find out that another him is twins with Beelzebub

They're almost exact opposites, or not?

If their talk steers to the whole OM!Belphegor locked up in an attic thing, WHB!Belphegor will be kinda mad on his behalf, but secretly wish he was there so nobody'll bother him

A cute concept though: OM!Lucifer finally finds these two after dealing with the rest of brothers and sees them sleeping curled up together

OM!Belphegor curled up to WHB!Belphegor who's holding him like the bigger spoon

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Raphael

At a first glance, you'd think these couldn't be any further from each other, but don't let the look of OM!Raphael fool you

WHB!Raphael was quick to see through OM!Raphael's facade of cool and calm demeanor

OM!Raphael's critical eye immediately notices all the bandages on WHB!Raphael, but he chooses not to comment on it for now

...Somehow, he did not notice the blood splatters on WHB!Raphael's clothes, though?

Out of all the rooms with our guys seeing their counterparts, this is the one I'd like to be the least in

WHB!Raphael is a bit cuckoo and doesn't mind challenging his other self

And OM!Lucifer can't stop this from happening so, honestly, R.I.P.

There are no winners or losers

They fight until the whole thing is resolved and after that, the room is filled with OM!Raphael's spears and dead angels WHB!Raphael spawned in

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Michael

WHB!Michael at first thought he's just in a room with some other angel he didn't recognise

Until OM!Michael didn't speak up, that is

"I see, so this is me..."

"Wait, what tf do you mean me being you? You dare to think you're my equal?!"

WHB!Michael's short fuse is something that does surprise OM!Michael, but who doesn't have their quirks, right?

If OM!Michael manages to avoid triggering WHB!Michael, they could get along for the time being

Still, WHB!Michael doesn't want to believe there could be other version of him, so he suspects every action and word OM!Michael says

Afterwards, OM!Michael might even write a poem about their meeting

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Ppyong & Little D.

New besties for life alert!

These two little blob-demons instantly click and start sharing stories of their respective version of Hell

Don't tell Minhyeok, but Ppyong even forgets about him for a second

I'm not sure if Little D.s eat actual food, but I imagine that if Ppyong mentions how good sweets are, Little D. would tell other D.s about it and OM!Barbatos would get a heart-attack thinking rats got into his kitchen

But nope

Just a few curious mini demons, who heard that chocolate and other food is actually delicious

Oh, and if Ppyong is able to transform into Juno, I'm sure he'd do it just to flex on Little D.

Yes, Little D. gets jealous and once he's back, he's begging anyone and everyone to be able to do the same thing

Overall, these two are super adorable, and Ppyong is kinda like the older, cooler brother of Little D.

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Solomon

Two idiots trying to come up with a fix to the whole situation

(That was my initial note for how these two seeing each other would go and I'm keeping it :D)

Picture this: The room and everything is on fire, OM!Solomon's running around, trying to take the flames out and finish the spell that will undo his mesed up spell

WHB!Solomon is just louging on a sofa, unbothered by the whole commotion

Occasionally flirting with OM!Solomon

"Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?"

"There's fire everywhere."

"I've noticed"

"Are you gonna help me do something about this?"

"No~"

OM!Solomon knows OM!Lucifer will now hold this little mistake over his head for the next few centuries

There goes his chance to get a contract with him :/

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I also had an idea about writing the other demons meeting someone they have stuff in common with(Simeon&Gabriel, Cerberus&Naberius, Diavolo&All kings,...) but decided to not add it to this post, though if anyone wants that too, lmk ^^

[lostinforestbound]

I can't stop myself because this tiefling has taken over my damn life. Here we go again!

Romantic Rolan Headcanons

Gods, he is so unbelievably nervous when it comes to the romance aspect of dating, but he hides it behind of facade of confidence. He's master of the tower now, he has everything that his partner could possibly want; why doesn't it ever feel like enough?

In the beginning, he overcompensates in fear of messing up everything about the relationship. Lavish gifts, expensive dates, the whole nine yards with his newfound wealth he gained from the tower. It's a bit uncanny.

In all honestly, he figures his partner wants "The Master of Ramazith's Tower", not him. Rolan is a flawed creature who has piles of constant mistakes weighing on him; an utter, helpless fool. Why would anyone want that? No one has ever wanted him before, why now?

When Rolan realizes his partner seems confused and maybe put off by the facade, he thinks the worst things possible. Do they not desire him? Did he already mess things up so early into the relationship? Can he salvage this? Did they fall out of love?

In the beginning, he's not great at communication. It's horrid, even. He doesn't know how to verbalize how he's feeling. His partner would have to teach him as they sit down and talk about this facade he's put up. It will take a while, but they eventually will get his walls down.

I think his love language is complex, but in simpler terms, Quality Time is where I think he leans towards the most. Sitting with them as they read books, reading to them as they settle in bed, going on night walks if nightmares are haunting him, or something as simple as cuddling after a long day. One his absolute favorites is bathing together; the domestic intimacy of it all makes him feel loved and relaxed, especially if his lover washes his hair for him.

He's not the biggest fan of public display of affection, he gets bashful so easily. He'll outright refuse it if his partner tries. He prefers all of it to stay in the private setting. That doesn't stop his tail from winding itself around his lovers leg, though!

While it will take him some time, what ends up being one of his favorite things is eye contact. At first, he couldn't meet them in the eyes at all during vulnerable moments. It was too much. But the first time he finally holds their look properly, he's memorized. There is so much love in their stare, it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with joy, and he's never been that flustered again.

He'll shout to the ends of Faerun that he's not cuddly but he is a liar. Every night, without fail, he'll at least a hand somewhere on his partner. By the time morning comes, their limbs are tangled with his and he has his face buried in their neck or chest.

Despite Cal being the main chef in the tower, Rolan does know how to cook! Any meal his partner wants, he will make, no question. He would love cooking even more if his partner joined and helped him out. He even has a mental list of all his partners comfort foods, so he can make them whenever they're sick or having a rough day. They wouldn't even have to ask for it, it's sitting in the kitchen already done.

He doesn't like being too vulnerable, so he's mortified when his partner has to shake him out of a nightmare for the first time. He's shaking, sweating, and apologizing. He's scared they'll see him as some weak, fragile thing. But all they do is stay up with him until his racing heart calms down and talk to him. It can be discussed in the morning.

He plans the most wonderful dates! Everything is scheduled in a timely matter every time, and he presents a gift at the beginning of the date every time. Sometimes small, sometimes extravagant if it's a special night. He gets gifts based purely on what he knows about his partner; favorite books, food, drinks, flowers, an outfit they were eyeing a few days ago, he'll get it no matter the cost.

I don't see Rolan as a man who uses a lot of pet names, but I can see him using terms along the lines of "my love" or "dearest". If his partner uses pet names with him though, he wouldn't mind it, just as long as it was in a private setting.

He has the absolute sweetest, longing stare. It can be quite obvious how much he's pining after his partner if you know what to look for. His tail gives so much away, with the way it flicks happily if they come over to kiss him. These stares hold on much longer after he gets himself comfortable with eye contact.

(NSFW Headcanons will be coming next! If you all have your own romantic headcanons for Rolan, please share! I would love to hear them!)

[sky-is-the-limit]

(+18/NSFW prompt/AFAB reader x Philip Graves)

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer, if you are, feel free to continue this!!

Out of all CoD characters, I think the one with the biggest corruption/honorific kink would be Philip fucking Graves. He is possesive and though he's the most confident man in any room he steps in, he can't help but burn in jealousy if you give your attention to anyone but him.

Whether you work for him, with him or have nothing to do with his line of work, he'd have you on your knees, begging for him to touch you, begging his forgiveness for being such a dirty little slut who even dared to touch another man's shoulder while laughing at his stupid joke. As if he could make you laugh more than him, as if he could make you scream in pleasure the way he does.

He's the type of man to walk over with all the audacity in the world like he owns it, wrap his arm around your waist with the most menacing smirk on his face as he stares down the poor guy who even dared to approach you, watching him tense up, eyes not knowing where to look. He's observing this pathetic little man as he loses every ounce of flirtation in his body as Graves places a small kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

If there's one thing that gets him going, it's having authority over people. Stepping into a bar with you, all dressed up in his favourite tight dress, love marks decorating your neck from fucking you in his car earlier, watching men not dare to stare at you longer than two seconds because he's there. It fuels him.

You know damn well what's about to happen next. Some might call it toxic, deep down you know it is but you don't care. You love provoking him, watching his beautiful blue eyes darken, knowing exactly the two specific thoughts going through his mind:

1. Kill the fucking asshole 2. Fuck you so hard that you forget you even met him.

This doesn't surprise you, the tight grip on your waist, soft enough not to hurt you but firm so you know that reckless actions have consequences when dealing with Philip Graves. You know the type of man he is, his self awareness gave you plenty of chances to leave, to find someone your age, someone 'healthier' who could calm down your storms but no. You chose him again and again. Like a fiend desperately needing a dose of him, crawling back to him every single time and you'd have it no other way. You'd rather be faced down buried in a pillow, mascara running down your flustered cheeks mixed with salty tears, your throat burning from screaming that you can't even hear your own voice, just the wooden headboard banging against the wall while he slips in and out like a madman. Yeah, you'd rather have that than anyone else who'd treat you gently.

"You know what happens when you act like that, don't you?" His breath burning against your skin, his hand holding you close as he guides you outside to his car. The excitement caught up to your brain long before a proper response could, a sly smile forming on your lips as you turn your gaze up to look at him with an innocent facade you know he will see through.

"Yes." It won't be long until you give in, you know it. He always gets what he wants. Philip Graves is not a tease, he won't kiss your neck and play with the end of your dress, sweetly messing with you to get a proper answer, no, that's not him. He craves control, he wants to break you into a pathetic mess, slurring your words, legs trembling, making you cling onto him like you're wounded and he's the only thing that can heal you.

You don't even register how quick you went from touching the handle of the door to finding yourself against it, your back touching the cold window with both of your hands pinned to your sides. There's the look you wanted. His slight smirk doesn't fool you when his eyes are staring at you like that, full of determination, looking down into yours like he's one second away from fucking the audacity out of you in this parking lot.

"Now.. let's try that again, shall we?" Game on.

"Yes, 'Commander'?" the dismissive, sarcastic tone in your voice must've struck a nerve. You can see from the way his bottom lip twiches, his smirk disappearing but never breaking eye contact, not even to blink. With a swift move, he uses the firm grip he has on both of your wrists to turn you around, your chest and forehead now pressed against the glass so you can stare at the pathetic state of your reflection.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, doll.”

[bones4thecats]

the Jessica Rabbit was *chef's kiss*👌 can i also request a cold femme fatale reader with poseidon and loki and maybe odin and indra?(i don't know if I have a crush on them or i want to break their neck or both)

A/N: Hello there Anon! I just learned what a femme fatale was, so I hope this was the right thing you wanted here! Also, I agree with you, I just wanna strangle Indra and Odin sometime, but you can’t lie, simping material. Anyways, enjoy~~

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🔱 This tyrant did not appreciate your way of life when he first met you

🔱 You were the Greek Goddess of Seduction and Trickery, and he was one of the many men you had tried to seduce into a deadly trap

🔱 He, unlike many mortals, did not fall for it, instead he insulted you

🔱 That made your graceful facade fall, and it was replaced with a blank expression

🔱 The way you tricked many with such ease made him interested in you

🔱 That was what had caused you both to hang out, eventually date and marry, surprising many different pantheon leaders and their members

🔱 At the Gods’ Council, he had heard you voice your opinion, saying humans were very easy to trick, and maybe you could be of usage in ridding Earth of the bad ones

🔱 Poseidon looked at you and tapped his trident on your head, voicing to you how he was against that

🔱 In which, sparked the revolt of you both against Humanity

🔱 And you both swore, you’d defeat Humanity, no matter the cost, and you would

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🐍 When this guy first met you, he was quite frankly, too into your occupation among the Gods

🐍 Holding the placement in their pantheon as the Norse Goddess of Seduction, and sharing the title of Trickery with Loki

🐍 The Trickery title was what got him interested

🐍 At the start of your ‘relationship’, Loki was someone you didn’t trust, and he could say the same about you

🐍 You were known for seducing men into deadly traps for your own amusement, and Loki was known for being a psychotic tricker

🐍 Match. Made. In. Valhalla.

🐍 When your marriage was finalized, many were scared of you guys, a psycho and a seductress, what a mix!

🐍 Loki and you were set to fight in Ragnarok together against a duo of fighters, and everyone knew, this match, was gonna be good

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🪶 Our local Norse old man

🪶 This Norse God had met you through Zeus, long ago

🪶 This old man aged decently, on the other hand, you aged like a goddess, which you were, but still!

🪶 As the Norse God of Wisdom and Knowledge and the Norse Goddess of Seduction and Trickery

🪶 When he had first met you, he could tell you were a fairly troubled soul, you had tricked humans who had caused pain to people, and you would lure them away before killing them brutally with the help of your minions

🪶 When you looked at someone without your signature grin, it scared people, especially when your husband joined in the glaring session

🪶 Odin didn’t appreciate your trickery, as you and his nephew Loki, were very dangerous when put together

🪶 He would watch him and you screw around like a duo of troublemakers, which you were

🪶 Odin loves you, but oh sweet Asgard, calm down with the pranks! AND DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMPETING IN RAGNAROK, HE WILL FIGHT YOU.

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🌊 When Indra first met you, he was fascinated

🌊 You had fooled many different Humans and Gods to get stuck in a very scaring trap, and it got the Hindu Pantheon member invested in you

🌊 He had tried speaking to you, but he would almost always put it off to the side, thinking it was pointless

🌊 When you guys started your relationship, it didn't really shock anyone. Since you're both fairly cold appearing, and just all around calm

🌊 Indra was known for his calm and confident nature, but when you’re around, it just fades just the slightest bit

🌊 If you were to ever flirt with a human, he would try hiding his jealousy, but he knew it was your role as the Hindu Goddess of Seduction and Trickery

🌊 You and him looked at each other when the eldest Valkyrie declared Ragnarok, you and him just sighed, knowing you’d have to make sure Shiva, or the others, didn’t go overboard again

🌊 Indra and you would just stay standing side-by-side, making sure nothing happened to the other

[deathbxnny]

Hi, this is my first time active on tumblr community, English is not my native language, so please forgive me for spelling mistakes <3

I have an idea for s/o Mitsuri (kny) with Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Luocha please. who were dying in their arms and praying for another world, when they were reborn, and were turned into ordinary people with an ordinary past. Before I die, I want the reader to ask: "If we were to be reborn in a more beautiful world where there is no pain and loss, would you be my bride?". I am really looking forward to the reactions of the characters in hsr. Hope this angst idea is good enough-

Pray for you when you go, someone often remembers. When you return when someone is waiting. Pray for you to become the best memories in the world. Wishing you a life filled with love and happiness. I really appreciate you for the quality articles <3 Take care of yourself and I love you so much. Sorry for writing so long. (Sorry for the second post, I realized I forgot to add the character's name, so sorry =( )

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A/N: I know exactly what scene you are referring to here and I'll never recover from it tbh... Also thank you so much for your kind words and for the request! I hope this is okay!<33

Content: Potential Spoilers for kny! (?), Reader dies, hurt/no comfort (kinda), established relationships, angst, mentions of fatal injury, just pain

Reader has no set pronouns! (Though they do refer to themselves as a "Bride" per the request, but that's not outright mentioned here.)

((Not fully proofread))

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan's usual calm and playful facade drops instantly, when he has your bloody and near lifeless form laying in his arms. He holds you close, knowing that your end is near and that there is nothing he can do now. He tries to still appear so calm and collected like he always is, but it's hard, when the love of his life is dying.

And it becomes even harder, when he hears you utter those heartbreaking words, as you look up at him with pleading, weak eyes. He can't bring himself to speak at first, mainly because he wants to believe that there is still some hope left in saving you. But he is no fool. He knows, that you are doomed.

And so he nods, promising you that he will, his arms holding onto you tighter, when the last breath escaped your lungs and you smile in satisfaction at him, already looking forward to seeing him again.

"Ofcourse, my love... I'll wait eons for your return, if I have to."

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》Blade

He nearly loses his composure at the sight of you, the blinding rage of the loss he felt in his heart making him nearly dip completely into insanity. Yet he keeps it at bay for a moment, just to hold you in his arms. He's trembling and for once in a very long time, he feels afraid and lost.

Your words make his already broken soul break even harder, burn up into fine ash, until it gets blown away by the wind and leaves a gaping hole in his existence behind. He can't process them at first, wanting to be stubborn even in the face of your inevitable doom. He doesn't want to show, how much this weakened him, just to spite the grim reaper himself.

And yet, it all fails, when he just let's out a pitiful, broken sigh and agrees in pained defeat, just to give you your peace. You smile at him, as the last of your life fades out, your eyes looking right through him. Only then, does he allow himself to break completely.

"Very well... but don't keep me waiting for long... I beg of you."

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng didn't know, how you two got to this point. It shouldn't have happened. He should've protected you. And yet, you protected him from the attack. You were bleeding out, your life draining from you faster than he could stop it. Once more, a person he loved dearly was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do.

He felt like a failure, like all of this was his fault. He should've died instead. Not you. And that thought gets only solidified by your heartbreaking, hopeful words. You didn't deserve this fate. You deserved someone much better than him.

And yet, he selfishly agrees to your final wish to bring you satisfaction. Your smile made it worth it, the relief in your eyes before they were drained of their beautiful spark and dulled making all the heartache disappear for only just a moment. Left behind was the emptiness Dan Heng felt, as all he could do was stare down at you in defeat, his heart broken once more. And for good, this time.

"For you, I will do anything, my love. So I'll see you then..."

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》Luocha

Luocha didn't want to believe, that it was over. That there was nothing he could do for you. He tried everything he could. He was a doctor, surely he could save you from this simple injury, right? But it was no use. You knew it. He knew it. And yet, he still denied it to the bitter end, until you gently grabbed ahold of his arm and just shook your head. A signal, that it was truly over.

And for once, he breaks down, holding you close, begging you not to disappear and yet all you could do was chuckle and utter your last wish for him. It was a promise, that eventually, you'd return to him. You'd find eachother in the next life, you were sure of it.

He was reluctant, still so stubborn and heartbroken to accept your doom, until he did. His soul died with you, when you took your last breath, he swore it. And he blamed himself, for not being able to save you, when he surely should've been able to.

"I'll find you in the in next life and the one after that one too, my dear... I promise you that."

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A/N: I hope this was alright! It was honestly heartbreaking to write... also thank you for the request!<33

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 :

𝒪𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈

Javier Peña x afab!reader

Summary: This drabble is part of the same universe as my fic 'Off to the Races' which you can read here. A little peek into your lives after you begin your office affair with Javier Peña. Basically just Javier using you as a literal human stress ball after a long day (aka fucking your face)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, age gap [reader is in her early twenties Javier is in his mid 40s], pet names, slight angst, javi is emotionally unavailable, smut, explicit sexual content, explicit language, minor daddy kink, dom!Javi, mean brat tamer! javi, sub!reader, major size kink, cheek pulling, like one spank, minor choking, name calling, oral [m receiving], face fucking [kinda], semi public sex [in his office], rough sex, unprotected P in V [don't do it!!] let me know if I missed anything <3

Word count: 2.1k words.

A/N: I couldn't help but revisit these two absolute fools, so I hope you enjoy this little peak into their lives after their lil ordeal. Literally porn so right up your ally you nasties.

Continuation of Off to the Races. Masterlist

It was pathetic, the way you’d melt at the mere sight of the man. Since your little encounter a month ago you had found yourself in Javier’s arms at least four out of the five working days. In the filing room, during lunch breaks, after hours when he stayed back to finish his work– it didn't matter. It was debauched, the fact that you had fucked in pretty much every room in the embassy building. The only place left was Noonan’s desk, and knowing Javier you were sure if he had his way that would be the first thing he’d be bending you over. 

As much as you wished you could say you were calm about the whole situation you couldn’t. You’d be lying through your teeth if you did. When he gave you that look, or came up behind you at your desk, or smacked your ass as he moved past you, you had to use all your self restraint to hold yourself up on your feet. Your little unbothered facade had flown out the window, and while you still gave him a hard time he knew what he did to you, and made it painfully obvious that he did. It was literal hell, the way he’d got you in a choke hold, and despite your better judgment you enjoyed every second of it. 

It had become somewhat of an unspoken understanding between the two of you– you were going to be a brat, and he was just going to have to deal with it. Then again, not like he gave a shit, a few whispers in your ear, some kisses down your neck and you were begging him to use you. Sounded like a pretty good deal to him. 

You didn't want it to be that way, of course you wished you didn’t turn into a needy mess every time he laid eyes on you, but what was self control when the man you wanted was Javier Peña? In any other case you’d be out the next day, didn’t matter how hot he was, you were not going to be anyone’s little fuck doll. Then again he wasn’t anyone, he was Javier Peña, and how in the world could you let go of him? 

You chided yourself, hell you kicked yourself, for how pathetic you sounded when you fawned over him in your head every now and then, and pushed that stinging feeling in your chest down to where it couldn't bother you whenever you realized he hadn’t changed. And, of course he hadn’t changed. He was still a fucking asshole, still a hardass, still that same cold, distant, prick he was when he first met you. But hell if you cared. 

Well you did care, but not when he had his fingers in your pussy, or his hand around your throat. 

He had long days, hard days, stressful days, days where he’d storm in late in the evening and slam his office door shut; stay there and work in silence till everyone left the building. You didn't know if you should've felt proud, or happy, that whenever you walked in there he’d look at you like he wanted to rip you apart, would pretty much jump out of his seat to get his hands on you, let them roam your body. It felt shitty to say, but you looked forward to those days, where he just couldn’t keep himself away.   

Javier had come back to the office in a particularly bad mood one evening, and you were lucky the only person who was still in the building was the janitor finishing his final round before the weekend. Chris and Daniel had invited you to join the rest of the office for drinks at the pub, a relaxing way to close off the week. Pretty much everyone was going, even Murphy, and while you initially thought you were better off taking the Friday evening to unwind you were quick to put yourself in check. You had spent far too many work hours gawking and drooling over Javier, and your second report was due the next day, so you politely declined their offer in an uncharacteristic moment of responsible decision making. 

Your plan however was completely foiled, and you were sure you’d kick yourself later for abandoning your academic obligations to get on your knees for a man who seemed impressed by the fact you could get from one end of the embassy building to the other. It was almost like the universe was hell bent on hitting home just how much you screwed yourself over with this whole Peña situation. 

So that's how you ended up where you were– on your knees and under his desk, in the middle of the night, with his hand guiding the back of your neck as he leaned back in his chair. .  

“That’s it baby, just like that..”  Your tongue ran up the length of him, and you could only moan around his cock at the praise. Like always you had given yourself completely to him, doing just about anything to be the object of his affection. To your credit that wasn’t much, it didn’t take a whole lot for him to be ripping your clothes right off you. That being said you could never get enough of it, all you ever wanted was to appease him. Your knees were tender from where they were rubbing against the old, worn out office carpet, but you couldn't care less about that in the moment. Besides, how could you, not when his palm moved to cradle your cheek, and his thumb brushed your skin gently. 

Cherishing the tenderness, any little bit of it you could get, you let your eyes flutter shut momentarily, especially because in a second he was pushing your head down, forcing you to take all of his cock as you drooled and spluttered around him. You shifted uncomfortably, closer to him to alleviate the ache building between your thighs, your pussy dripping and soaking your panties at the very feel of him heavy against your tongue. 

You were a mess, his hips moved to fuck your warm mouth as you felt yourself tighten around him– his tip nudging the back of your throat. Your hands gripped his thighs to regain any sense of composure. With furrowed brows you whined in frustration when he chuckled at your zeal, his head falling back against the back of his leather chair, eyes drinking in the sight of you sitting between his thighs –looking up at him, fresh tears dripping down your cheeks with every rough thrust of his hips. 

“My good little slut, takin’ me so well.” His little praise only egged you on, and you pushed your discomfort aside to take him as far back as you could. Gazing up at him you felt yourself get a little dizzy, the way he was looking down at you, with hooded eyes, and extreme desperation, brows furrowed with pleasure as he guided you over his cock. In your mind you were all screams of pride and pleasure, your own neediness now more prevalent than ever and having you wish for nothing more than to have him fill you up. 

From the way he reacted when you dragged your lips against him he was on the same page. It wasn't long before he was yanking you up to his level, moving your thighs so you were perched on his lap, skirt crumpling messily around your waist as your legs adjusted to the way they were squished on either side of him. He wasn't wasting a second, not with the way he smacked your ass in instruction to lift yourself up. 

It was frantic, and eager and it only made you more needy than you were– the way he rag dolled you around without a care in the world. You grabbed onto his shoulders with the kind of force you didn't even know you could muster, squeezing the fabric of his white button up shirt in your fist as your head fell in the crook of his neck. He held your hips in place as he fucked into your sopping pussy, hands squeezing your flesh breifly before they were grabbing your face and forcing you to look in his direction. 

He pinched your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger the way he always did, the feeling only intensifying your disorientation as you tried to focus on him amid his steady thrusts, each one making your thighs tremble by his sides, your eyes flutter shut with the intensity. 

His nose brushed yours lightly when he pressed his forehead against yours, lips ghosting your own ever so slightly. You wanted him to reach out, kiss your parted lips as you bounced breathlessly atop him. But you knew he wouldn’t, especially when he shifted past your waiting mouth so he could trail messy kisses along the column of your neck. Unable to hold yourself up with your own strength you dropped your head back against his shoulder, steadied only by his hands guiding your waist. 

“Thought about you all fuckin day baby, thought ‘bout fucking this tight lil pussy. Been such a shitty fuckin week. Noonan, and that dick Stechner, and those motherfuckers ‘ve been chasin’ for months…”  A shiver ran down your spine as he whispered in your ear, directly to you, telling you how much he wanted you, needed you. You felt your pussy clench around him, legs going limp at his words. He leaned down, barely placing a kiss to your ear with the way you had buried your face in his neck, nose nuzzling the disheveled collar of his dress shirt. 

“Can’t catch a fuckin break..” 

His hand sneaked up along your throat, squeezing gently and pulling you up to face him. “But you’re my good little fuckdoll aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you till you’re full’ve my cum?”. Your soft ‘yes’ was harder to get out than you could've ever imagined, your head nodding eagerly in response. He zoned in and out of your blurry vision, and in the haze you saw him nodding softly at you, mumbling an encouraging “ I know” as his hips slammed against yours. 

“Like it when daddy uses you, don’t you baby?” Your skin was hot under his touch. 

He was doing all the work at that point, holding you in place against him as he thrust roughly into you. You felt your slick coat the inside of your thighs as he fucked your desperate cunt, your core burning with desire, your orgasm building inside you faster than you could control. Slipping his hands under your top his rough skin brushed your soft flesh erratically– gripping and nipping and clutching on to you with want. 

“Fuck, pretty pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight.” The cold office was warm like it would be on a hot summer day, each world he spoke sending you rushing towards your release. Your hips rolled to meet his, your hands planted firmly on his chest as you held yourself up with all the energy you could muster, just willing yourself to push him, and you, over the edge. 

Your pussy pulsed around his cock, your body falling forward onto him as you hit your climax. He didn’t let go of you, still fucking you through your orgasm as you trembled in his arms. You were sure you were seeing stars, eyes rolling back into your head when you felt his hips stutter against your own. With a few hard thrusts he was meeting you at the peak, painting your throbbing walls with his cum.  

If you weren’t as spaced out as you were you’d probably burst into a fit of tears the way he was holding you. Chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath, hands rubbing soothing circles on your back as he pressed you to him– coming down from his high. Holding you close, the way he was in that moment was so uncharacteristic you were almost afraid you’d been fucked by someone entirely different, masquerading themselves in Javier’s body. He had pretty much enveloped you in his arms and his benevolent touch relaxed you into a daze for the brief but heavenly moment he sat with you in his lap. 

You were still recovering when he hooked his arm under your thighs, and got up from his chair. With closed eyes you felt him place you back on it, your legs draping over the arm rest as he fixed his clothes and put his things in order; that was after he had shifted your panties back in place, making sure you stayed full of his cum. 

All you could really make out in your stupor was the shuffling of paper, and his soft footsteps padding across the hardwood floors. You could have fallen asleep right there, in that shitty office chair of his, but before you could drift to dream land you felt him gently pinch your cheek, squeezing it lightly to wake you. 

And that was your cue that it was time to go. 

I can see your face, is shameless, Cipriani's Basement

Love you, but I'm goin' down

God, I'm so crazy, baby

I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving

I like torturing myself with their relationship I’m sorry. I hope you enjoyed this lovelies. Let me know what you think, your feedback keeps me writing <3 Dividers and banners by @ saradika 🐝✨

[haruchi-slit]

PLEASE MASTER!!

synopsis:

You're a servant under Suguru Geto's temple, for he is known as a "god" in his temple. for some circumstances, you caught his attention, a mere non-sorcerer caught his attention.

warnings: dubcon, suguru fooling the reader (you) that you have a monster inside, virgin! reader, reader is mentioned that she had masterbated,

"Y/n..." you hear Getou called you, causing you to look back,

"Master, you called?"

"There's something inside you, a Monster." He says causing your eyes to widen in shock,

"M-master, please, please tell me you can expel the Monster inside, please master!" you nearly cried, quickly kneeling down to the floor begging for him to exorcise the devil inside you.

"Then come here, silly girl." he says with a stern voice, a commanding voice, that made you obliged in a matter of second.

"Come" he sits infront of the massive statue of himself, tapping his lap, signaling you to sit on his lap, you walked your way on to him, sitting on his lap, he seems calm, but don't be fooled! it was his facade to hide his devious plans, planned just for you, only you.

He stares at you, deeply, looking at your figure, helpless and fragile beneath him while you were unable to contain the eye contact.

"Master, have you felt t-the curse yet?," you breath out, stuttering. Getou then slides his warm hands beneath the hem of your skirt, playing with the edge of your panties.

"Shush your mouth servant, or i won't be able to feel the curse and save you." he warns, as he continues to roam his hands on your body, your neck, waist, boobs, stomach and all, leaving no spot untouched by him, his warm breath against your neck and ear.

you'd be lying if you said you're not turned on, by the way he touches you, the way he makes you feel him, and the way your back gives out to lean on him, you're legs were spread wide, luckily the other servants and belivers were at town, spreading getou's words, while the other were asleep and doing temple chores, it's just you and him.

"Follow me to the confession room, you need you confess your sins while i exorcise the devil out off you."

you nodded in response, following him in the confession room.

he stood infront of you while you kneel before him, "lift your head and stand, servant" he commands which you soon obliged, he grabs your jaw and asked, "what are your sins?"

"I've been, I've been not spreading your words for a while now..b-but-"

"Shush, sit down, and open wide for me.. you've been cursed by a evil curse, i need to fuck it out you." he shushes you down.

"O-open wide?, Fu-fuck it out off me?! But master I'm pure, I'm a-a virgin" you jolt

he nods in response "That's not a problem servant" he respond as he awaits for you to open your legs, you were hesitant to do it but...you trust your master, he won't do such thing! Without any choices left...you opened your legs lifting your skirt up, revealing your pink laced panties with wet stains on the its middle.

"Geez, wet already?" he groans, sliding your panties aside, he leans you back to the hard wood of the room as he puts your left leg on his shoulder and bucked your hips infront of his face he stares on it "so fucking wet" as he slides his digit in you, scissoring it's way to your g-spot.

"Getou-Sama nnn~ please mhmm!~" you wailed as he pushes his thick fingers in your gummy walls. "Confess." he says you pressed your eye lids together while your jaw hung out,

"mngh, i-i masterbated once on my b-bed!"

you screamed gripping on the hard wood behind you.

"Such dirty secret you have for a pure maiden just like you.." he cackled making you more embarrassed, "master~ the monster..have you felt it yet?" you asked as getou's hand scissors deeper on your tight pussy

"you're making such mess" his finger still going in and out of your hole, you shiver from the pleasure as he latches his plump lips on your clit, sucking on it,then he slides his free hand on your clothed boob tugging on your nipple, "soo good~ im g-going to c-um!" you said as you spurt on his mouth..

"mhm, the monster's gone, for now..." Getou says, smirking on your mess, "you'll have to meet me more often servant" he wasn't done yet, not yet.

a/n: part two?

[yourgirlniki]

Jackie and Wilson

"For whatever poor soul is coming next"

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

3k words

Tags!: No use of y/n, fluff, down bad Johnny MacTavish, not completely canon accurate Soap, first fic! 😎👍

A/N: This is based on Hozier's song Jackie and Wilson - I'm thinking I want this to be the beginning of a collection of one-shots based on his songs, depending on my free time! But again, first fic so please any comments would be greatly appreciated! Was nervous to post but ya only live once Hope you enjoy!

The cushion on the back of the booth wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever. The deep red bump didn’t do much to help an aching back, more of a thing that somewhat fixed the posture of those who sat at it. But who goes to a bar for comfort anyway? Dingy bars aren’t the first place most people would think to go back to after nearly dying halfway across the world.

The sticky floors, the mesh of posters and old mementos hanging on the brick walls. The neon lights, the potent smell- its headache inducing and you don't even have a hangover yet. And there are too many people in here, crowding pool tables and the small dance floor, (if you can even call it that), to be called someplace one would go to calm down and relax.

This is a fact that is true for most people.

But most people aren’t military. Even fewer are SAS.

And absolutely none are John MacTavish.

The man who idolizes the chaotic ways of the world above all else. That’s what has him still in the job quite frankly. The chaos, the ability to live and thrive in an insane environment. For someone like him, these things never truly bothered him. In an odd sense, the smell of alcohol, sweat and far too many bad ideas feel closer to home than he’s been in a few months. A comfort that most don't understand. But he does.

So even as exhaustion tries to take hold, the scott wears a signature giddy smile, adds a seemingly impossible pep to his step, and he drags the 141 into a back table, somehow always energetic. Even after practically wasting away in a desert for the past 3 months, he has energy. It’s honestly absurd.

Even worse is that he always finds a way for that energy to become contagious. As much as his teammates joke and grumble about it, Johnny was their way of restoration, to push forward. He would choose a shitty bar, and even shittier alcohol over a quiet apartment or the pile of paperwork that had to get done at some point. And so, the boys would too. Even if they hid it behind the facade of “babysitting” the grown man.

So now, here they sat, against the trashy cushions, with crappy music, in the dimly lit bar, with smiles and a sense of belonging. They call it a “celebration” of a mission well done, a nod to their success. Definitely not an excuse to just drink the night away, to get the mission out of their heads for a bit. To laugh with comrades and just be… domestic? Is that right? Close enough.. Yeah? Finding their small slot back into normal society.

Don’t get him wrong, Johnny loves his job. Loves what he does, but who doesn’t want to just have a drink at a bar with his mates every once and a while? And that's why he has his third beer in his hand and is snorting and a story Gaz is telling about one of his most recent hookups. A lady who was.. “Bloody crazy! I mean it. Seemed nice at first but don't be fooled, she was insane!”

Yeah, this is home. It’s where he belongs, where he wants to belong, he thinks. With his men, in the middle of nowhere chatting about anything and everything. Confiding in and teasing each other. He trusts them with his life, he can trust them to listen when need be. And yet… there is always that ache. The strange pull in moments like these like something is still missing. It’s been happening more often lately. And it's like an itch Johnny can't scratch. A puzzle piece he can't find but is still absent mindedly searching for. The only issue is he doesn't know what it is, that it just- isn't.

The chatter fades to a muffled sound in the scotts ears for a moment as he lets out a small, genuine smile looking at his group, sipping at the drink in his hand as his forearms lay themselves on the table, hands clasping. Taking a moment to truly thank whatever may be pulling the strings. Bringing him and his boys to safety. And maybe even a small prayer to tell him what the odd nagging in his brain is about. He takes a breath and relaxes, just for a moment. Looking around the bar, truly just admiring the world around him, the bustle of it all, the people with their own lives and ambitions.

How was he supposed to know that was a fatal mistake on his part?

He couldn’t. He didn’t.

He found out a second to late, registered it after he knew he was done for. It was one moment, a mistake, a pause, that would stick with him for as long as it dared. It was a magnet, an invisible force that pulled his very being toward it. The moment he nearly drooled his drink out from his now slack jaw.

Because when his eyes connect with the woman walking through the door, he swears time stopped.

Suddenly, the crappy bar didn’t smell as bad, the music wasn’t too loud, the cushion no longer made his back ache, the room got brighter just from her smile. The very ground shifted, and not in the drunken haze way. He warmed up, eyes wide. A thought process that if he opened them more he would see more. God, it felt like getting a cavity by now, she felt too sweet to even look at.

In a single moment the world shattered around him, everything he knew was thrown out a window, as his mind was occupied by one thought only.

It was only a moment… but by then he knew he was fucked, utterly and completely.

Fate or destiny, call it what you may. An answered prayer, an utter coincidence. It didn’t matter. The bar turned into a museum, a place to observe and admire as his eyes widened impossibly more as his head tilted watching her move. A giggle slipped under his breath as he thought he could be mistaken for Ghost at this point, with his starring.

But your pull, it was undeniable. Even the thought of looking away would cause you to vanish in a blink, never for Johnny to see again. And he couldn’t have that. Not when it was astonishing in the way you simply were.

It only got worse as your group got closer to theirs. A mere table away. When you first walked in it was a trap, a line that was cast into his pond and he was falling for the bait. Confidence is something he is used to in his line of work, but it was usually the cocky kind. The kind that made him want to kick a recruits teeth in for. But you were something different entirely. You demand attention, even if you didn't know it. A high held head, a testament to the world that you were there, and you were aware of it. Thank god it was his attention it demanded, because it was nothing short of a miracle.

The air you lived in became breathable, spreading to his little corner of the bar as he had to remind himself to actually inhale and exhale as he took in the sight over and over again. Committing it to memory. The world became a movie, a fictional place where he wasn’t. One he could only watch and revel in. It was the type that you knew was going to be good before it even began. The one you had been anticipating for and knew wouldn’t disappoint. His heart rate picked up, the same way it would in the field, but in a much less stressful manner now. Jesus, what was happening to him? You must have cursed him. That’s it. The only explanation. Bewitched by not only the view, but the melody of your laugh flooding his ears now at the closer proximity. Leaning against a standing table with a glass in hand, head slightly tilted enough that a stray hair fell to cover your face.

It was comical the way his heart sped up, watching as you chatted with your own group. Something so normal, something you see every single day, was making the big strong man’s hard race like it life or death. And he knew life or death.

Romeo had nothing on him.

Absolutely nothing in the way his brain knew he was to be yours. It had to be, he had to be. It’s how the story will be written, and he will play his role. Stealing your hear that way you have entranced his own. He wouldn’t be able to tell you when he got up. He can’t tell you how his body moved on its own, knowing what needed to be done but not conscious enough to alert his brain.

What he can tell about how perfect it felt to so much as stand there by you. Soaking in your presence was one thing, standing in it next to you was another entirely.

And that's how he found himself face to face with you, who turned to him with a puzzled look, but a kind smile.

He was a goner.

“Oh… umm- Hello, can I help you?” Is all you had to say to him to confirm his every thought. This woman could heal every wound with her voice alone. And her eyes so much as finally looking back at him felt like he was seen for the first time in his life.

“Uhh.. sir? Are you alright?” Your voice rang out again, pulling him back to reality as you hand waved in front of his face slightly. A flattering smile on our lips and your eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost concerned. What came over John MacTavish in that moment is unexplainable.

“I seem to have lost my number—can I have yours?”

Her eyebrows raised. She blinks. Then tilting her head slightly.

He could die right then and there.

Leaning against the table next to her with a stupid, crooked smile and a raised eyebrow, as if he didn't just embarrassed the hell out of himself. A pick up line? That's the best you could do, John? Really? Welp, there goes every chance you had, cut your losses and- Laughter chimed in his ears like wedding bells. And that’s when he froze, every negative thought draining him as he became light. You laugh was intoxicating more than any drink or drug. The kind that was unapologetic and genuine. The kind that has the back of your palm finding your lips as you cover your giggles, nose scrunching and eyes squinting due to the smile. One that made both of you have pink cheeks for different reasons. A joke that probably shouldn't have been laughed at, but coming from the man before you, it eased the tension in the air.

It must have been the prettiest sight Johnny had ever seen.

He doesn’t know how he did it, probably because it wasn’t him at all. Must have been pure luck that after that horrible entrance she seemed kind enough to humor him that night. He bought you a drink and hung on every word you so much as muttered in his direction. You laughed at every joke, good or bad. He made it his mission to make sure he always heard that laugh from then on. To produce it from you.

Oddly enough, it turns out you were one of few words when it came to the actual conversation. And yet it was never rude, ore quiter nature. But more like you were always listening. Every word John rambled on about you picked up, asking questions or simply nodding, expressing your thoughts in your facal expression. Because of this, it seemed like he never looked away from you either, not that it was a bother, it was strangely alright. It wasn’t judgemental, only observant.

He thought he might go buy a ticket for the lottery after you agreed to give him your number by the end of the night. He was more smitten than he’s ever been, and on the dates to follow the swooning only got worse.

Every moment with you felt exhilarating, like he found that missing piece finally after a long search. And that piece loved him back He was insufferable, always gushing about the woman he has the opportunity to take out on a date. And the dates where nothing less of spectacular. The pair was stupid like teenagers in love, but more sentimental, understanding the weight of things better. Arguments never lasted long and if they did they were cleared up before any damage was done. She understood what his job ment to him, and told him she would never make him change that about himself. It was his passion, she can share.

“Just so long as you promise to come back to me.”

And from that day forth he would make a pinky promise every time he left. He was to come home. Time passed quickly, in flashes. It felt like his life went from downtime in between missions, to missions in between downtime. His heart ached for you in the days he was gone, but he always knew he would be home. He would see you again. He found a want to live, even more now that he found his world.

And as time passed them by, he found out she was perfect in the all the ways he could dream of. Especially in the impossible task of calming him down as well. Rough mission? She already had his favorite meal ready and was soothing him over. Nightmares? She was there either on the phone or more recently next to him to hold him and run her fingers through his hair. To much energy? To rowdy? You always found a way to settle him down. His anchor. And he would do the same for her if the day presented itself.

Another plus that made it all that much more, everyone liked you.It wasn’t hard too of course, but it proved even moreso how lucky he got. His family adored you, his sisters taking you in as part of the family already, much quicker than any of his other past relationships. It made him well up with pride.

Even when he officially introduced you to the 141, it was with open arms as well. If he wasnt a unit before, he absolutely was one now. Maybe just a tad bit more annoying with his bragging but of course he brags. Those boys knew how much you were doing for him, and you knew they were keeping him safe. It was a harmony that both sides respected.

A part of him knew that even if all of those people didn’t like her, (an impossible feat if he does say so himself), nothing would change for him. You were his, he was yours. Irrevocably and absolutely. If the world didn’t want them, the world wasn’t for them. Simple as that. Life became sweeter, dreamlike as he fell into a comfortable rhythm. It was almost unbelievable, no, it was unbelievable.

One day, as he was laying on the couch, laying gently on you, nearly dozing off. Then he felt your hand on his shoulder, a soft pat that made him stir but not move as he hummed in response. “Johnny?” You said, soft enough that he had to stir slightly closer to your voice. But he didn’t look up, kept his heavy eyes shut as he mumbles a small “what?”

“Earth to Johnny..” Hmm, that's odd. It mde him sit up the slightest bit more. Must have been laying on his ear wrong, your voice sounded weird. And another pat on his shoulder, a bit harder this time.

“MacTavish!”

And then he blinked. He was sitting up straight, eyes wide as he made eye contact with his Captain across from him, in the same place he left him at the bar. The bar? His cheek stung from the movement of no longer resting on… his palm? His? No that’s not right. His head hurt slightly as the smell of bar flooded his nose. What was he doing in a-

“Soap, you alright? You were out for a bit. Staren’ at nothing.” Gaz said with a smile, slightly concerned.

He looked around, baffled as he took in the same dingy bar he had met you in. In fact in the same spot exactly, same clothes, same drink. Hold on, that can't be right. His head swung back around as he took in the table next to them was, empty. Bottles and cups discarded to the side, napkins crumpled. He heard the bar door shut as his eyes flicked over and spotted the same woman walk away outside, smiling the same as she was before. Only then did it make sense.

His mind filled in the blanks for him as he rubbed his face with a groan. When something is too good to be true, it's probably because it is. Gaz was patting his back as Ghost and Price shared a look that had Price hiding a smirk. But it didn’t matter to Johnny.

What mattered was she’d already left.

The boys decided that's where the night should end, Johnny's head almost embarrassingly hung low as they paid their bill and called a car to take them back to base. This is the first time Scott has sulked in a while, running his hands through his mohawk as he kicked himself for being so stupid. Caught up in a daydream of a random woman at the bar, what a stupid fantasy to get caught in. he was practically mourning something he doesn't even have, never did have. And now something he wouldn’t have either.

The moment changed his life for sure, a memory of fake memories that will haunt his little brain every once in a while when he's bored and remembers this night.

[uyuforu]

Jungkook's Natal Chart: Virgo Sun in 8H, 8°

Virgo Sun

Virgo are usually very professionals. It's a cliche that appears to be true most of the time. When it comes to work, they are very professional, perfectionist, they hate laziness. It has to be organized, perfect and clean. It does not mean that Virgo placements can't be lazy, it just means that when they enjoy something, you'll never meet someone that studious. (For ex, my best friend is a virgo sun but is extremely lazy when it comes to cleaning, but whenever she loves something, you'll never know someone better than her). In this case, we all know how professional Jungkook is. In this case, they are great colleagues, the kind you can talk to, have a funny chat with when it's time, yet very professionals when it is time. You can always count on them. Jungkook has this reputation of being extremely professional, yet also an amazing colleague. Yet, he hates people that are not professional.

Virgos are not one of the most extroverted sign in the zodiac, yet they appear to be very funny and very loyal once you are close to them. Some Virgos appear as cold and distant when you meet them. One of the cliche about Virgos is that they are not funny because most people only focus on appearance. Don't be fooled by that! They are very fun, and nice, loyal people, you'll be surprised! But they won't accept anyone in their life. I always noticed Virgos are observant and are careful when it comes to accept people in their life. They have this kind of witty humor too most of the times, and they like smart people. Overall, they are still their calm self, they aren't the drama type of humor. He does not have a lot of very close friends, and talked often how he doesn't go out often. Once a virgo trusts you and calls you their friend, you should feel special! Oh, I forgot! Jungkook was shy and veryyyyy introverted when he was younger! I got so used to his nowadays persona that I forgot how shy he used to be around members. I feel like there is still

Speaking of being calm, I noticed Virgos don't get mad often, they are rather calm in most of situation. Of course they can be stressed, anxious, and all, but their calmness are like no other. As we can see with Jungkook, he is pretty chill in most of situations. He always does his best, and often succeeds to be the best. Jungkook does not get mad often, if it happens, it's definitely serious! And this idea of wanting to be perfect that Jungkook has is not a coincidence. Virgos are perfectionist, so they often want to study to do the best (His Capricorn rising makes a lot of sense with this part of his personality).

Virgos Sun are perfectionist, I don't know how many times I said it there. But they also tend to expect the same with people around them. They are so very into helping people they love. They think helping someone to improve is a form of love, and it is. Sometimes their help can be seen as a critic but it's not the case. Virgos also have this thing for details, they notice so many things about people. This cold, shy, introvert appearance they have before knowing people, it's really a facade. In reality, it's also a way to observe people. Are you someone they can trust? Are you a nice person? Will you be able to be their friend? But mostly, what do they like? It's a way to get to know you secretly. They are very into making the life of their loved one either. You said you love that food? That virgo friend will remember forever. You said you often get cold? They'll find a way to help you with that. They remember every details of their friends! Their likes and dislikes! Virgos are so precious :(

Sun in 8H

The 8th House in astrology is ruled by Scorpio, so the house of sex, intimacy, secrets, finances that are shared (inheritance, partner's finances, taxes, loans), goals, mysteries, etc. This makes the aspects of Jungkook's personality more mysterious, meaning this boy is good to hide thing when it comes to him. The sun is the basic personality of the native, so let's just focus on this today. It's not you can't trust jk, it's more that he will be good at keeping things he wants to stay private. He will def not talk about something he doesn't wanna talk about, mostly if it's about his private life.

The Sun falling in this house makes the people around the native wanting more, more and MORE. Always wondered why Jungkook got so many thirsty fans? This placement. Jungkook has a strong scorpio influence on his sun (go down also to see the degree), meaning he will just attract people generally. People can tend to be obsessed about him because he has the kind of aura you can't get enough. He'll just naturally gonna make you wanting more lol. Also, now we know why jungkook LOVES to wear black.

Also, hear me out on this one. Jungkook might be interested in the occult, or anything that is not from our world. That could be something spiritual, to something more "spooky". I'm gonna leave that here, but don't forget what I said! Jungkook, if you find this post, I get you boy.

Sun in 8th makes the native very special too. They can like stuff that is not considered normal, or even hate stuff that are unusual. It's not the same vibe as Aquarius though, but it's still special in some sense. This placement makes the native even more introvert. And selective with the people they love and let in. Jungkook knows many people in the industry, but he doesn't have a lot of friends. Many people like him and want to be close to him, yet he doesn't let anyone in easily at all. This is the kind of person you should cherish if you are friend with him. He is gonna keep your secrets and even all the informations he knows about you like his own secrets, very trustful.

Also can be a bit moody sometimes? Not in a sense that his mood changes everyday, but some day you would feel like he just enjoys everyone, and the next day he just doesn't wanna talk to anyone, and everyone feel like his enemy. He could be a good stalker too, just saying. To be honest, I was always sure Jungkook never deleted Instagram, he just deleted his public account but still uses it with a private one. Privacy is important to him, and he could totally lie for the sake of it! This placement makes him enjoy having control over his life, he hates people that are gonna stalk him. But he could enjoy stalking lmao.

Also, this is a major sign of a lot of rebirth in his life! Like this man could go through many eras, and glow ups too! Did I already talked about the Sun in 8th house is an indicator of beauty? No? Well now you know. Something else: this man is thirsty. I knew it when I saw Scorpio mars, but man, Sun in 8th house is literally "I attract everyone sexually". We knew. He HOT. So even without flirting he could totally attract people naturally.

Through his life, Jungkook is going to receive money from his parents or, if he marries, through his spouse. This aspect could signify the native is destined to receive some kind of inheritance. It could happen to be money or just something that is considered important. Or it could be from his job, but def gonna inherit something important.

Sun in 8°

I feel like degrees are never very appreciated in astrology but I wanna add some spices hehe... The 8° is part of scorpio degrees (8°, 20°). The 8° is mostly connected to death, wealth, taking from others, manifestation, secrets, insurance, sex, jealousy, pregnancy, etc. I feel like Jungkook could go though many "rebirth" in his life, as his persona. For example, he was very shy being young, he seems to be more confident in his life now. This rebirth will never stop, we will see many parts of his personality in the future too! This guy also has his secrets... if you know what I mean. I mean, we all know now, with Seven, and 3D... lmao. By the way, pretty sure Jungkook knows about spirituality and the divine! And pretty sure he is into Soulmates & Twin Flames stuff! When he says "I can touch you in the Universe" in 3D, that made me thing of 5D thing (also not a coincidence the song is called 3D lol). Here, the 8° talks also about manifestation, and I think Jungkook has some interest in that thing. Which could be manifesting, spirituality, meditating, knowledges about the divine, angels, guides, and all this area. But I feel like it would easier for him to manifest, he could find it easy. Or even if he is not aware much about it, it might be a secret talent of his.

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[lovelynim]

YES YES YESSSSS hi my love i’m so proud of you congrats on 400 hehe

may i please request dan heng and caelus and discovery tickles (i want you to pick the lee bc i love your brain) ?? you’re awesome i can’t wait to see how this event turns out it’s so fun

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Both for the message and for this request huehuehue

I got a little carried away and I haven't played a f*cking second of HSR but im in love with them so i hope they don't sound too ooc

Dan Heng looked over his shoulder when the sound of the door opening reached his ears. Narrowing his eyes, the archivist tried to recognize the figure by its silhouette before saying something.

“Dan Heng, are you here?” Caelus said, walking inside the room and letting the door close behind him. With the sound of steps coming from behind a shelf, Dan Heng showed up, wearing a rather calm look on his voice.

“Yes, I’m here,” he said, looking at the trailblazer. “Do you need anything?”

Caelus shook his head, scratching the back of his head as he tried to come up with a proper answer. “I… just wanted to check on you. I haven’t seen you all day, so I got a little worried,” he admitted, hoping his ‘futile’ reason wouldn't annoy the archivist. “I hope I’m not bothering you or anyth-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dan Heng interrupted and, despite his usual cold facade, Caelus could tell he was being kind of friendly. “I wasn’t working on anything important.”

The answer gave Caelus a mixed feeling, making the man raise an eyebrow in curiosity. As much as it soothed his previous worries, it opened room for a new question. “Wait, what were you doing back there, then?”

As the silence started covering up all the noises in the room, Caelus’s curiosity only grew larger. “I mean, I could barely see you from the entrance, it was almost as if you were hiding,” he joked, letting out a nervous chuckle as he hoped to at least ease the tension between them.

Dan Heng sighed, his intuition telling him that running from the topic would only lead to further questioning and, even worse, ruin his whole “plan”. 

“Truth to be told, that was what I was doing,” the archivist replied, trying to make it sound as normal as possible.

“Ah, I see- huh?! You were?!” It took him a few seconds to realize, not expecting his suspicions to be confirmed like that. “Why? Hiding from what?”

Dan Heng pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out an audible groan. It was such an absurd situation, such an embarrassing position to be in. But, looking on the bright side, maybe talking it out with Caelus would help.

“From March,” the archivist sighed, crossing his arms as he looked away, avoiding eye contact out of shyness, “she is probably… hunting me down right now.”

“W-what? From March? What happened?”

Was he really doing it? He guessed so, “we were hanging together earlier today and, for some reason, she started complaining about ‘how cold I am sometimes’ or something along these lines…”

“Uh-huh…” Caelus nodded, trying to follow Dan Heng’s line of thought.

“So, at first I didn’t care because it should be just another one of her ramblings, but she felt like I was ignoring her and started poking me.”

Caelus widened his eyes. From that sentence, he could guess where this was going and why Dan Heng seemed so annoyed. Taking some slow and quiet steps towards the archivist, the trailblazer nodded, humming in agreement.

“And- ahm, well, it felt… a little- ugh, a little ticklish,” he continued the story, not noticing how Caelus was slowly approaching him, to disturbed by the idea of voicing something like that, “a-anyway, I think this flipped some switch inside her; She started saying things, I guess to try tease me, and making a fuss over the idea of me being ticklish.”

“So… that’s why you decided to hide here? To avoid March tickling you?”

“Yes- Well, no, I mean, it’s not like that. It’s just that I’m not in the mood to fool around with her and I have work to do-”

“But are you?”

Dan Heng quickly turned his face towards Caelus as those words landed on his ears. The boy was merely inches away from him at that point, making the same face as March did when she made her little discovery.

[ser3nityst4r]

Eleventh Acceptance

The ground shook from the abundance of magic, the scent of roses turning acrid, as Riddle, his form consumed by a monstrous darkness, towered over them. His eyes, once a dull blue, now burned with a malevolent crimson. His usual crisp uniform was replaced by a grotesque mockery of the Queen of Hearts' attire – a tattered, bloodstained gown and a crooked crown of thorns. The tendrils of these thorns, infused with his twisted magic, snaked around the terrified students, threatening to impale them.

Crowley, his face a mask of worry, barked orders, his voice barely audible over the roar of Riddle's dark magic. 'Everyone, evacuate! Grim, send a distress signal to the other housewardens!' He scrambled to guide the students out of the room, their faces pale with fear. 

Yuu, however, couldn't tear their eyes away from the monstrous figure that had once been their friend. A chilling certainty settled in their gut, confirming their worst fears. This was the source of the dreadful, foreboding feeling that had plagued them for days. This was the overblot.

'Heh heh heh... AH HA HA HA! You are fools to defy me! You are not welcome in my world. In my world, I am the law. I am order made manifest! The only response I will accept from you is 'Yes, Housewarden Riddle.' All who defy me will lose their heads! Ah ha ha ha ha!' His laughter echoed through the chamber, chilling the very bones of those who heard it. 

Adeuce, despite the pressure of the dark aura pressing down on him, couldn't stand idly by. He cast a barrage of spells, his hands moving in a blur, but the magic seemed to be deflected by Riddle's oppressive power. The air around him crackled with energy, each spell seemingly feeding the dark aura.

Trey, his face serious, joined in, his signature spell, a complex, multi-layered enchantment, shining with an ethereal light. His magic, however, only seemed to buy them fleeting moments of reprieve. 

'Overblot,' Crowley explained to Grim, his voice strained, 'It's a… a disastrous manifestation of magical energy. If left unchecked, it can consume the victim, leading to…' He hesitated, his words catching in his throat.

'Death?' Grim finished, his voice barely a whisper.

The other Heartslabyul students watched in terror, their eyes wide with fear. Cater, however, remained detached, his usual carefree facade replaced by an unsettling calm. 'Stupid,' he muttered, shaking his head. 'They're just making things worse.'

But Adeuce and Trey continued their relentless assault, their faces set in grim determination. They knew, deep down, that if they didn't stop Riddle, no one would.  

Finally, after a barrage of spells and chants, the monstrous aura around Riddle began to flicker. His grip on the thorns loosened, his laughter turning into a series of gasps. His form faltered, and he collapsed onto the floor, reverting back to his normal self. He lay unconscious, his face pale and sweating.

Trey rushed to his side, his eyes filled with concern. He gently shook Riddle, his voice hushed. 'Wake up, Riddle. It's okay. You're safe now.'

Riddle's eyes fluttered open, revealing the familiar emerald green. He blinked slowly, his gaze confused. 'Where… where am I?'

Trey, exasperated but relieved, shook his head. 'You overblotted, Riddle. You're safe now. We're here.'

Riddle’s eyes widened, tears welling up in them. 'I… I don't understand. It's all so… confusing.'  

His voice trembled as he confessed, 'The truth is… I really wanted to eat that chestnut tart and I don't care if the roses are white, or the flamingos are pink. I prefer honey to sugar cubes in my tea, and I like milk tea better than lemon tea anyhow. And after a meal, I want to be the one sitting around talking with everyone… and I really wanted to play with Che'nya and Trey more.'

The room went silent. Everyone was stunned. Even Grim, who had seen his fair share of strange things, was speechless. Ace, however, couldn't help but scoff. 'I know I’ve been saying I wanted an apology from Riddle, but now that I got one, y’know what? One stupid 'I’m sorry' doesn’t even come close to making up for what he did!'

His words were met with disapproving glares, but Ace didn’t budge. He was tired of Riddle's tyranny, tired of being forced to conform to his rigid rules.

Riddle, his face flushed with shame, sniffled. 'Then… what would you like me to do?'

Ace smirked. 'I demand a do-over for the unbirthday party! Except this time, we ain't gotta do squat. This time, YOU’RE the one who brings the tart! And no getting Trey to make it for you! Do that, and then things are square between us.'

Grim, shocked that someone could hold a grudge longer than him, watched with amusement as Riddle, the normally unflappable tyrant, seemed genuinely flustered.  

Finally, Riddle nodded. '…okay, I accept.'

Yuu, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with a mix of relief and trepidation, felt the sickening feeling in their gut dissipate. But a new, unsettling sensation, dry and desolate, took its place. It was a feeling of dread, of impending danger. It wasn't a feeling of personal threat, but a feeling of something vast and terrible encroaching on their world. 

Yuu knew they needed to understand this new feeling, to unravel its meaning before it was too late. They might have escaped the immediate crisis, but the overblot was just one of many greater, more insidious evil. This was only the beginning.

[adragonsfriend]

Dooku and Anxiety?

So I completely made up that Dooku regularly had panic attacks as a kid for chapter 4 of This Story Can Kill You in Biting His Own Tale.

The kind of dignity Dooku projects absolutely reminds me of a person feeling like if they can just control their expression and appear totally aloof then they can control everything around them too.

By the time we meet him as Darth Tyranus, so much of him is image, and that image is specifically dignity and solemnity. To me that speaks of a need for control, because seriousness and solemnity are a fabulous way to stall for time in trying to figure out what to do without revealing you have no idea what you're doing.

There is the consideration that Jedi in general are known for their composure, but when other Jedi do it, there's obvious personality injected in it. Obiwan has his sarcasm and straight up flirting banter alongside that focused calm. Yoda makes exasperating, silly jokes in between giving cryptic, meaningful advice--I aspire to make old person jokes half as funny as his when I'm old. Anakin is as blunt as ever, even in his best moments. Even Luke picks up some of that Jedi calm, but is still manages to show he is forthright, caring, and just a little winy.

Dooku on the other hand, my entire impression of him is his composure, and the moment when it cracks--the moment he's about to die. All that is beneath it is fear. Admittedly, that's very reasonable in the particular moment, but I think it would hold true even if he hadn't been about to die. As a Sith, Dooku could totally decide to let out lots of his emotions, physically, verbally, whatever, just like we see Vader do, but he doesn't. There's a reason the Jedi don't realize Dooku has changed until he attacks them, and it's at least partially that he hasn't changed his behavior significantly. Despite the "breaking of chains" promised by the Sith Code, Dooku keeps his facade even when he no longer needs to fool anyone at all.

In the clone wars episode Ambush (one of my personal favorites), we get the fabulous moment of Yoda and Dooku seeing each other over a holocall. Dooku speaking to Ventress is angry and commanding. He feels in control of her, and so he doesn't need to control himself. When Yoda--someone Dooku knows very well he does not control--arrives, it's a different story. Yoda initiates their verbal exchange, and Dooku mainly follows his cues in their conversation, just deflecting Yoda's assertion that darksiders are cowardly. His anger and impulse is tucked away and hidden, and he becomes passively reactive. Even those reactions are tied up in being witty and formal, rather than expressing any personality.

The image of a young Dooku struggling with anxiety and panic attacks and Yoda, who would be only a little shorter than him at that point, helping him calm down, gives me a lot of feelings. It so deeply echoes what Obiwan and Anakin's early years together must have been like (though the anxiety is from different causes) that it just--I'm a sucker for lineage feels ok?

[yanderes-galore]

Requested by Anonymous, I do not have the original request. Prompt list used was mine. Not proud of the ending but... it is what it is.

Yandere! Ultimis Richtofen Prompts 9, 28, 31

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

"Do you know how hard it is to wear a facade? Just to get people to like you?"

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Violence, Punishment, Guns, Wounds, Forced intimacy, Forced relationship, Blood licking, Sadism, Darling may be influenced by Element 115 and not know it, NSFW implied but nothing happens.

Richtofen acts more sane than he is. It's the only way he can complete his job. Even if the Element 115 samples he tests make him give into much darker parts of his mind... he acts so calm.

Hiding insanity is difficult to do for him.

When alone with his experiments, he talks to himself. He laughs and takes joy in the suffering. He loves playing around with the guts of his test subjects!

Although, Richtofen had to tone down his sadistic side when he was presented with his new assistant. A being so vulnerable... you made him shiver. He always fantasized about what he could do with you.

Experiments, mostly. Although fantasies of manipulative romantic desires also cross his mind. If he reveals his intentions too quickly however such dreams will never come true.

So he lies, manipulation and charisma are skills he's good at.

Oh you're just so innocent to him. You have no idea how unstable Richtofen really is. To you, he was a man testing a new element for teleportation.

An advancement you were really excited about!

Although... you never understood Richtofen's behavior. The staring, the lingering touches, even his praises. Richtofen had an attachment to you....

You were just too naive to know how much of an attachment it is.

You thought it was just you helping with teleportation. That is until you saw Richtofen let it slip. Just a minor mistake that made you suspect something more...

You saw one of his experiments one day. You just needed to get something to prepare for another teleportation test run. The shock had made you unaware of Richtofen. He then catches sight of you and frowns for a moment.

"Do you know how hard it is to wear a facade? Just to get people to like you?"

His words catch you off guard. When he steps away from the body, clothes covered in red and traces of blue, his stature is intimidating. His gaze is even worse, looking way more deranged than usual.

"I thought I'd be able to fool you much longer. Oh well, it seems my assistant is too curious for their own good."

Your heart nearly stops when he picks up a gun from the table. He always kept one on him due to war times. When he aims it at you, you panic and hold up your hands.

"I'm sorry! Don't kill me- You wouldn't, would you?"

A laugh comes from Richtofen.

"You're right, I would never kill you... but..."

The gun goes off twice, two shots propelling into your leg. The pain comes quickly and you're falling onto the floor. Over your scream you barely register what Richtofen says next.

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

Richtofen takes his time stalking towards you, savouring your fear with every step. You try to crawl away yet the pain in your leg hinders you. Richtofen pulls you closer and tilts your head up.

"What? Can't take my discipline? Would you rather be punished... some other way?"

You widen your eyes and shake your head. The vulgar suggestion chills you to the core. How did he see you, was it really like that?

"Aw... how upsetting. I was looking forward to it."

He looks towards your wound then back to an operating table.

"You'd be a poor assistant if I didn't patch you up...."

You're swiftly picked up and carried to a clean operating table. Clean as in it currently had no body. Richtofen then gets to work removing the bullets in your leg.

"The punishment was just meant to scar you. You don't need the bullets to stay there."

You thought he'd be gentle with you. However, the lack of pain killers contradicted your thoughts. Richtofen seemed to relish your screams and whimpers of pain. He adored the way your blood coated his gloves even more. The pain was enough to make you light-headed, barely registering anything except the pain of him digging into your leg.

Surely there would be more moments like this to come, Richtofen thinks as he admires the way your blood covers him.

"You know..." He chuckles, bandaging your leg. "I discipline you like this because I love you."

"What the... hell...?" You gasp, pain still pulsing within you.

"Yes... honestly I've been waiting for when I could get you on my table. Been waiting even more for this...."

He changes position so his head is near yours. You stare at him in fear and confusion before he quickly devours your lips with his. You struggle slightly but he holds you down.

You hear him moan into the kiss and feel him shiver. He invades your mouth, smearing blood onto your face with his dirtied glove. You push his chest yet he only laughs into the kiss. He then pulls away, watching you pant.

"You taste divine... I can't get enough of you."

He then looks to your neck and kisses it. It feels disgustingly good until he bites you. You cry out in pain once again, Richtofen lapping at the bleeding wound.

"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."

It was obvious Richtofen was not only deranged, but a sexually starved man. The way he slurps at your blood and mouth proves as much. He scared you.

It scared you even more that you didn't mind, the craving for pleasure probably due to a need to drown out your pain. For this, you tolerate his actions. If only to distract you from the burning pain....

The table is cold to even your clothed back and in the next few moments it would only get even colder. Perhaps the fear of death made you tolerate him. That, or maybe he made you excited in a strange way you never knew.

Perhaps the Element 115 affected you a bit too much too. The stuff was everywhere and whispered desires into your ears.

At this moment, you didn't care if it was the hysterics or insanity that made you compliant, you just cared about smothering your pain with his help.