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Hot Toddy (Requested)

Anonymous said: Hello! I just left a tip for you because your writings are so good and well thought out. I was wondering if I could request a scenario or something where the reader is comforting Jooheon because he isn’t feeling the most confident and they end up having sex due to all the love in the air. 😂😭 I find that to be the most romantic and intimate thing. Thank you! And I look forward to part two of the series with Jiho. 😭❤️

Jooheon x Female Reader

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, Mild Praise

Author’s Note: Thank you endlessly for the kind words, the request, and the tip ;A; ♡ This was fun to write and I love Jooheon soooo much, I hope that I did him justice and I really, really, really hope that you like it!!! 

Now I have to try my best to look at him when a straight face and not think about this fic when I meet him in a few weeks skjfbsjkfbs. 

“Jooheon, we have to go! You still aren’t ready?” You leaned against the doorframe and sighed when you saw Jooheon’s limp form on his bed. He was faced away from you but you could see the steady rise and fall of his breathing silhouetted against the legion of white flurries dancing outside of his window.

You strode briskly over to him, brushing off the few stray snowflakes that had managed to cling to your hair, and shook his shoulder roughly.

“I’m awake. I just don’t want to go.”

You tried to pull him onto his back so you could see his face but he was faster than you, pulling his blanket over his head at lightning speed and leaving only a few tufts of his black hair sticking out from the top.

You sighed again, exasperated, running a hand through your hair and glancing at your wristwatch anxiously.

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summary — life gets a little more complicated when your son befriends a kid whose father seems to hate your guts.

pairing — dad!yoongi x mom!reader

genre — angst, fluff

warning — there may be grammar mistakes, sometimes I unconsciously omit words

a.n. — hello, im back with a new story, hopefully this would be better. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :)

thank you for reading xx

introduction: A and B | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty | twenty one | twenty two | twenty three | twenty four | twenty five | twenty six | twenty seven | twenty eight | twenty nine | thirty | thirty one | thirty two | thirty three | thirty four | thirty five | thirty six | thirty seven | thirty eight | thirty nine | forty | forty one | forty two (I) | forty two (II) | forty three (the end) | epilogue | extra.

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| loki x reader | fluff | angst |

requested. Loki x Reader where they live in avengers tower and Loki updates the reader with his anger/annoyance level

slight angst for a dreary sunday 

“Ten! Fucking ten!” Loki screamed, tearing into the kitchen where you were baking. 

“What?” Sam asked, looking up. 

“Nothing,” you said before wiping your hands on a towel and jogging over to the infuriated god. 

He was practically seething, his dark curls wild and eyes sharp with anger. You gave a look to Sam, Bucky, and Steve that said clear the room, and they took the hint, leaving you alone with Loki. 

You’d bonded with the god while he was at the tower, and you had a soft spot for Loki that no one else did. You had a system for gauging his unpredictable emotions. Loki would tell you a number, one through ten, that indicated his mood, or his anger levels. Usually, the moody Asgardian settled at around a four, just passive annoyance, but today he was shaken up by something. 

You didn’t speak at first, you just walked up to Loki and pulled him into your arms, wrapping around his waist. You felt some of his anger slip away, and his delicate hand came to rest on the back of your head.

“What happened, Loki?” you asked gently. 

“Thor. Stark. They taunt me, they call me a monster and they say that I should still be locked up in the glass cell, that I shouldn’t be let out of the tower. They were saying that I don’t deserve your attention, that I’ve casted some kind of spell over you to make you like me. It’s all lies, I’ve changed!” Loki broke down in your arms.

“Oh, Loki…” you hugged him tightly. 

The other’s distrust of Loki ran deep, and they couldn’t accept the fact that Loki really had changed. Thor spent multiple lifetimes witnessing his mischief, and he poisoned the well of hatred for Loki. It all broke your heart. You knew it wasn’t true, and you wished that the others could see it. 

Hot tears ran from Loki’s blue eyes, and you stroked through his dark hair, trying to calm him down. 

“Hey, Loki, it’s okay,” you whispered, kissing his temple. 

He looked so young like this. He was no longer the frightening villain that tried to overthrow New York. Now, Loki was just a wounded young god who’s feelings had been hurt by his brother, the one person other than you he thought that he could depend on. 

“Why don’t you help me finish the brownies? Get your mind off of them?” you offered, prying yourself free from him. 

He nodded quietly, following you back to the island where you handed him the batter to stir. You finished putting in the ingredients, going through the cabinets looking for something to add.

Loki smiled at the sound of your excited gasp, and you held up a bag of chocolate chips. 

“Lo, save some for the brownies!” you cried as he snatched some from your measuring cup. 

“There’s plenty, darling, I’m certain of it.” 

You let him steal some more of the chocolate chips before mixing them into the batter. He helped you pour it into a pan and slid it in the oven for you, insisting he wasn’t going to let you risk burning yourself. 

“How long until they’re done?” he asked, peering through the glass window of the oven. You smiled at him, running your fingers through his hair as he watched them cook.

“Half hour or so.”

“We have time for a chapter of our book,” Loki grinned, though his gaze was hopeful. You agreed, and Loki took your hand, pulling you to the couch. You sat beside him, and he read aloud from a novel. You loved his voice, getting lost in it. Loki loved to read to you, and you indulged him, leaning against his side as he read you stories of magic and romance. 

The oven beeped just as Loki finished the chapter, and you nearly fell over at the speed in which he bolted back to the kitchen. You smiled to yourself, thankful you were able to cheer him up, or at least distracted from the anger.

He set the pan on the stove to cool, leaning over them and biting his lip. You walked up beside him, your hand sliding up his slender back. 

“How are you feeling now?”

“After spending time with you? Wonderful,” Loki smiled. 

anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink I want TWINS with this man. please… elaborate on this kink with him… please…

Anakin x afab!reader | Smut | Minors DNI

Warnings — BREEDING (obv, duh), soft dom Anakin, bit ordering you around, DADDY KINK, praise, pet names, explicit mentions of body fluids (goes without saying), brief nipple play, brief biting, clit play...

Word count — 2813

Notes — It's almost 4AM as I am finishing this. I'm pretty sure I'm lacking some warnings, and my editing is probably off, but I really wanted to post today. Thanks to my lovely mutual for requesting this; I loved writing it, and I hope it will be a nice read, XO.

There were a thousand thoughts in your head, running in circles and screaming what a miserable human you are for not being able to fight your primal urges, and they were all replaced by imagines of Anakin’s hands gripping your hips and stuffing you full of his cum. You could almost feel it in you; you could feel it setting into your ovum and dripping down your thighs, taking over every last piece of your identity and self-awareness. Your body wanted it. It was demanding it.

"What's the stare, love?" Anakin raised his head from a book, catching your eyes from across the room. His raspy voice and intense stare instantly snapped you out of your trance.

"N-nothing." You managed to stutter while trying to find a spot in your bedroom to focus on instead of his face or exposed forearm peeking from his rolled-up sleeve. Fuck.

He's got you.

Anakin let out a soft sigh, followed by a laugh. He slowly put the book aside and uncrossed his legs, staring at you. "Come here." He gestured with a swift movement of his hand.

If it was any other moon phase, you would have put on a show. You would have thrown a snarky comment at him, mocked his authority over you, or just ignored his commands, but since your clothes were almost evaporating from his gaze, you did not refuse.

"You're listening." A bit surprised, he smiled widely after seeing you slide out of the sheets and walk towards him. "Good."

He leaned forward, grabbing your hips as you stood before him and looked up at you with a little hint of amusement in his eyes. "I can smell it on you." He nudged his nose into your abdomen and took a deep breath.

You were about to protest when he turned you around and seated you on his lap, making your back rest against his chest. He leanedand kissed your neck softly. "You're wet."

He forced your legs open by making them rest on his outer thighs and spreading himself, dragging your limbs together in the process.

"I'm- " He was right, and you hated it, but you couldn't disagree when you felt his hand slip under the waistline of your pants and slide over your panties, rubbing the very core with his middle and index fingers.

Anakin let out a deep chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not wet... You're soaking."

With his free hand, he brushed your hair off your shoulder, softly scratching you with his metal fingers. He pressed his lips onto your now exposed skin.

"I could just slide right into your little pussy and you wouldn't feel a stretch..." Anakin whispered against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers continued softly rubbing over your panties and you could feel your core pulsing with anticipation. You make an unfortunate attempt to shut your legs close when he brushes over a sensitive spot, which makes Anakin chuckle.

"I know, baby, it's aching, isn't it? It's aching for me." Anakin gave your clothed core a gentle slap, making you gasp softly. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"I n-need you to..." You keep stuttering when his palm keeps fondling your wet folds slowly. "...Fill me up..."

You blurt out like a dog in heat, unable to contain its urges. Before you could say something else, Anakin froze. His hand stopped moving, his lips parted with your skin, and the only active sensation you could feel is his warm breath on the back of your neck. "You...What?"

"I-I..." Your face flushed deep pink when you sober up from the fantasy of your womb swelling with his seed. The shame you feel after making such a lewd request is almost unbearable.

Anakin grabbed your hips and, with a sharp movement, turned you around to face him. "Say that again."

His hands gripped your sides harshly, pressing your cunt onto his growing dick, which only made you stumble over your words more. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. "I said, repeat yourself."

You stared into his orbs; his gaze is intense, demanding in silence and forcing words out of your mouth. "Fill me...up..."

That was all Anakin needed to hear. His lips pressed onto yours, wasting no time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth like a starved man. His spit smeared over your lips from how messily he was devouring you. You could feel a pair of hands roaming all over your body, gripping your thighs and butt, pulling you closer by the waist to grind his hardening cock onto your pussy.

"Is that what you desire?" He whispered in between kissing you. "Want me to breed you? Fill your pretty hole with my cum until you're leaking?"

"Yes, Ani..." You manage to breathe out. His tongue was good at so many things, his filthy mouth and your fantasies coming together was a bliss. Especially when his greedy hands gripped your curves so eagerly, ready to grant you all of your wishes.

Anakin lifted you up, carrying you back into the soft sheets. "My love, my beautiful girl..." He kept whispering into your ear while planting kisses all over your neck. As soon as your back pressed into the mattress, his hips bucked into yours, grinding his proud cock and earning an erotic moan from you.

His hands left your curves only to tear your pants down your legs, taking the messed panties together and throwing the mess of clothing across the room. "I'm going to breed that tight little cunt." He grunted while pushing his pants down and freeing his throbbing cock, which he instantly pressed onto your twitching clit.

"Look at that..." He slapped his length over your folds a few times, smearing your lewd wetness on himself. "I'll fucking ruin you..."

"A-Ani..."

Anakin wasn't going to take your shit today, not when he knew your womb was ready to host his seed. He leaned back on top of you and pressed his hand against your mouth.

"You are going to be a good girl and let daddy fuck a baby in you, is that clear?"

Did you want to be a brat about it? Yes. Could you? Well, with his body on top of you and with his dick an inch away from your slippery hole, promising to fulfill your fantasy... Not really. So you nod.

"That's my girl." Anakin pressed a tender kiss on your forehead. His hand moved from your mouth to your cheek, caressing it softly. "My perfect girl." Then he kissed you. Softly, not forcing himself onto you, allowing it to linger. An action completely opposite of his demeanor.

It wasn’t long before your blouse was being sent across the room, his pants following right after. You gripped onto Anakin’s robes, pulling onto them and exposing his chest. He pulls out his arms from the sleeves and snakes them around you once again, firmly caressing your hips and stomach, obviously thinking about how perfect your body is to bear his children.

You wrap your arms around his back, digging your fingers into toned flesh as he teases your entrance with his slick tip. There is a visible grin on his face. To ease your suffering at least a bit, you go for a kiss. Another messy wet kiss with teeth clashing against each other and tongues moving in a messy sync, that only made sense to him and you. When Anakin pulls his lips away, you can’t help but pant after realizing how much oxygen he’s stolen from you.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs more. Let Daddy in.” Anakin is panting too. His hands are trembling in anticipation after finally being this close to ravishing your body raw.

And when he asks like that, how can you deny him? Your legs wrapped around his hips, which brought you even closer to him. His presence made your head spin; you are holding onto him as if he were the anchor to your physical body, as if your soul would cease to exist if your fingers weren’t touching him so so feverishly. You were kerosene, and his touch — a flame.

Your eagerness only made Anakin more famished for your body. He kept grinding himself onto you while his teeth repeatedly grazed into your neck, making sure to mark you as his outside your body before imprinting himself in your insides. You hated the fact that he was still attempting to tease you, which, despite how annoyed you were, still made you overflow with wetness.

“Fuck, baby, need to be inside you…” Anakin groaned, and with that, you felt his length splitting your opening apart.

He entered you slowly, purposely delaying the full pleasure of feeling him at the deepest parts of you. His forehead slightly furrowed, eyes closed in delight from feeling your soft walls hugging him. He wasn’t just going to fuck you; he was going to feel every part of your tight bare cunt against his length for the first time and memorize it. His mind is clouded with thoughts about finally being able to raw you whenever he desires to, because after tonight you will surely be bearing his child.

“Ana-kin!” You let out a choked moan of a word you know the best, clinging to him, your starved body making it hard for him not to cum within seconds of hitting your cervix. If it were any other day, you’d probably be begging for him to ease it up.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He settled still deep inside you, kissing your neck and collarbones while caressing your skin tenderly, as if thanking you for letting him ruin the last bit of innocence you had left. Anakin remained in place for a few moments until he felt your walls greedily clench around him, asking to be bruised. Today, he wasn’t going to deny you.

It took all of his self-control to set a nice and firm pace instead of instantly pounding you to oblivion; he wanted to savor the special moment as long as possible. Once he set a satisfying speed, endless grunts started spilling from his mouth, which you answered with incoherent words. The intense ecstasy he was giving you stripped you of your ability to form logical sentences.

And it wasn’t just his thick cock that made your muscles spasm; it was also the way your name rolled off his parted lips, the way his firm hands groped your shivering body, and skin glistened with sweat. It was his whole presence, his entire existence, that made you break for him.

He slammed into you repeatedly, sending electricity all over your body. The room echoed with sounds of pleasure, which only made Anakin steadily increase his pace, making lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin more frequent. You have never felt so drenched in fluids; the mess between your bodies was smearing all over your lower abdomen, sticking his flesh to yours like vile viscous glue.

“That’s it.” Anakin grunted when he filled you to the brim once more. “You’re. Taking. Me. So. Well.” Each word was separated by him pounding into you harder and harder. This was a point of no return.

Your quivering body was now answering all of his actions on its own. Your back kept arching, hardened nipples brushed against his chest with each flex of your spine. Anakin watched your breasts bounce in awe before grabbing your sensitive bud between his prosthetic fingers and pinching it softly.

“You are made to bear my children.” He started kneading your soft flesh; thoughts of your body adjusting to nurture his babies scrambled his brain, making it more difficult not to fill your cunt. “You’ll swell and stretch for my seed; you’ll bless me with many sons and daughters, and I will worship every square inch of your exhausted body.”

If you had any doubts about making Anakin a father, they were gone the second his words of desire reached your ears. You nodded your head frantically, unable to verbally answer him, unable to tell him how much your womb craved to carry his child.

“I’ll plant it in you. Or maybe two; do you think you can give me two at once, my love?” He whispered through his ragged breaths. “It’s okay if you can't; I’ll just fuck another one into you again.”

“P-please…!” You weren’t even sure what exactly you were pleading for. In fact, you couldn’t just beg for one thing. You wanted to come. You wanted him to go faster, to thrust harder, you wanted him to kiss you, and most importantly, you wanted his cum deep inside of you. You wanted him to coat your insides in white, make it spill out of you, you needed him in a primal and animalistic way. The same way he needed you.

In different circumstances, Anakin would have pulled out and made you beg for him to continue, beg for him to let you release, but this was a special night and he was going to fulfill your wishes. His hips moved rhythmically, digging into your sore body, hands grasped any parts of you he could reach. The more he was giving you, the more your legs trembled. Your cunt was tightening around his cock, signaling him about the upcoming wave.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You nodded eagerly at his words, attempting to mumble more pleas but failing miserably. “Good girl, baby, cum all over daddy’s cock. That’s it.”

He reached down between your bodies, pressing two fingers over your swollen clit. He looked you in the eyes proudly, knowing this position allowed you to see how your dripping pussy swallowed his dick fully with each sharp thrust. His fingers rubbed you slowly, making sure to apply just enough amount of pressure to send you to cloud nine.

So close, you were so close. Seeing Anakin like that, trying to hold himself over you with one arm as his whole body was focusing only on your pleasure, it made you crave impossibly more of him. “Cum, baby girl, cum for me now.” He leaned and whispered while pressing his lips all over your face tenderly, making sure that, in between the storm of lust and passion, you knew that he loved you more than anything else in the galaxy.

And that was all it took. His pleading permission for you to let yourself go, affection and desire for you, his body abusing itself to please you... You couldn’t hold it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his. The kiss was full of moans and whimpers, and he ate it all up like his last diner. Your walls spasmed tightly around him, vision darkened as your eyes rolled at the back of your skull. He kept pounding himself into you until the ultimate pleasure was sent across your body like thunder, making you quiver with a moan of his name.

“My love, my beautiful love..." Anakin whimpered after your juices of passion covered his entire cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to follow right away.

And there was no point in holding himself back anymore; he moved his hand off your clit, wrapping his arms around your body, and with a last sharp roll of his hips, you were filled with his warm seed. Your whole body was shaking from the feeling of hot cream settling inside of you, marking you as Anakin’s, devouring your whole body. He kept cumming as if he'd been holding himself for months, and you made an effort to clench your muscles to milk him as much as you could. Anakin’s body collapsed on top of you, his cock still entirely inside, basking in a sloppy mess of your love-making.

“I love you. I love you more than life itself.” He clinged on top of you, mixing your bodies entirely, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, heart to heart. He was entirely yours, and you were entirely his.

Anakin raised his head slightly, and in fear of his absence, your limp body found strength to hold onto him. “Stay. Right here, stay.” You pleaded with your eyes and voice, still gasping for air.

He carefully reached to stroke your cheek, making sure to not separate from your body. His fingers started tracing the supple skin lovingly. For a moment, he just stared into your eyes, trying to regain his strength to speak. “The gift you’ll give me, I’ll forever be grateful for.” His hand left your cheek and found a place on your hip, rubbing it with his thumb softly as if expecting a crumble of joy that will soon start growing inside of your womb to know about his presence before it even exists.

“Therapy”

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,180

A/N: *sigh* My sweet Youngjae. I had a quick idea and I felt like he would fit this role just because I think he is good at hiding shit behind that adorable smile of his lol.

Two voices ricocheted off the walls of an empty room, yours and your coworker, Suzy. This was the norm for both of you during a break away from working. You would come into her office and chat with her but it was mostly to bounce ideas off each other but you both would end up discussing every topic under the sun. From work to what was happening on in the outside world.

“… yeah so long story short, my mother is coming to stay with me a couple weeks. That should be very interesting.” Suzy stated, tossing her hand up in a bored manner. “So, what’s been going on with you? How’s your future husband?”

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Mine - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by anon: I love what you write sooooo much! Could you do one with Jasper and possessive sex? Also I think you are my favorite writer on Tumbler! Stay amazing!

Thank you my love, enjoy. xxx

The way his eyes were following her around the room, taking in her every move, wandering down the sides of her dress, made her knees weak. She looked beautiful, the way her dress was perfectly taking on the shape of her body, her eyeshadow made her (y/e/c) eyes pop, lips tinted in a darker red color. 

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Lifeline - Johnny Depp x reader

if you still write for johnny, could i request either smut or hurt/comfort with him from the prompt lists? (or both lol literally whatever you want) can't really decide so you can pick whatever you're in the mood for!!

either “my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us.” or "shh. there’s people in the other room.” for smut

orrr hurt/comfort with sth along the lines of “i don't have anyone anymore.“-“you have me.“ / “ you're really all i've got.“ / “you're not doing this alone.“ 🥺 (the whole trial atm just makes me want to hold and kiss him and tell him it's all gonna be okay so bad 😭) request by @ohladymoon

A/n this has kind of become a blurb rather than a fic. Sorry it's posted so late also i think this is written badly. Feedbacks will be really really really appreciated (:

"Johnny? Babe where are you?"

You had left the house when your mom called you to give you some cookies she'd made, now after an hour the house felt dead. Cold as ice. No sign of Johnny, not a single light on. It made your heart beat a bit faster.

Advancing through the numerous rooms, you finally found Johnny. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony, looking over the dark sky, a whiskey bottle by the table and a glass in his hand.

He'd been drinking. You walked upto him and knelt down beside his chair. "Johnny?" You whispered.

He turned to you. His eyes buffy, like he'd been crying. Seeing his condition, you took the glass from his and set it aside. His hand held yours as yours as you pulled his head in your chest.

"Y/n. I'm exhausted." He muttered against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Putting your head atop his , you ran your fingers through his hair, it would always calm him. It hurt to see him scattered. A man as strong as a mountain, being this vulnerable, it made you scared.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." He continued to sob in your chest.

The trials were the reason for the current state of your lover. Everyday, he have to go and face the devil herself. Everyday he's forced to relive the terrifying events that broke him. A year ago, you found Johnny when no one was there for him. You gave him hope of a new life. You gave him the comfort which he so deserves. You were his shoulder to cry on, his calm in the storm.

Johnny reminds himself each day how lucky he is to have you, to hold you, to worship you. You were his. He knew even if the world would be against him, you'd be by his side, holding his hand.

But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel devastated. He was fired from the franchise. Directors wouldn't offer him projects. It wasn't for the money. No he have plenty. The thing is he loves his job. He loves to make his fans happy, to act and make people see from someone else's eyes, from a character's eyes but fate wasn't by his side.

"No Y/n. I don't have anyone anymore."

The sentence made your heart break in a million peices. You knew he was hurt, it hurt you too but he was forgetting you were still here. The things he goes through, you go through that too. Whenever a hater on the internet would call him an abuser, the hurt he'd go through, you'd be hurt as much, if not more.

You pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of your hand. He looked at you, his black orbs have lost the bright shine in them. "You're forgetting my love, you have me."

Your words gave him the thing he needed the most. Assurance. He needed someone to tell him he was not alone.

He smiled at you for the first time since the morning. "You're really all I've got."

You continued to comfort him as he talked his heart out through out the night and you were there for him.

Number 13   (m)

Summary:

Just a couple of spoiled rich boys who are determined to fulfill their wet dream of a threesome with an older woman.

Genre: Smut

Pairings: Hyunjin x Female Reader, Felix x Female Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Age gap kink, stealing a credit card, m/m (kissing),  threesome, overstimulation, dirty talk, protected sex.

A/N: This is part 2 of the Crimson Secrets series. I’m not really happy with how this one turned out. But I figured I’d post it anyway. Maybe someone will enjoy it.

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War of Hearts

Pairing: The Darkling x Shadow Summoner Reader

Summary: Aleksander promised you eternity with him. Alina Starkov took that from you both. Now you’re going to finish what your lover started.

Warnings: character death, blood, reader is wounded both physically and emotionally.

Word Count: 2.2K

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A/N: I’ve only watched the Netflix series. I have a rough idea of what happens in the books but I’ve only just started reading Shadow and Bone. I’ve also added some plot that definitely doesn’t actually exist in the Grishaverse.

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When you were young, you were afraid of the dark. You were afraid of the affinity you had for the shadows. You only stopped being afraid when you met Aleksander. He was the only person who ever looked at your power as if it were a gift. As if you were a gift.

You’re reminded of your fear of the dark when you jump off the sand skiff. Alina’s tracker friend had barrelled into Aleksander, knocking them both onto the sand below. The volcra were descending, and you panicked, jumping after Aleksander without a second thought.

“Aleksander!” You scream out for him. Your breaths are ragged as you search for him. The glow of Alina’s light fades, leaving you alone in the dark as they escape. But you don’t care. You need to find Aleksander. You scream out his name again. The cries of the volcra are the only answer you receive. Claws latch into your shoulder as one of them swoops down upon you. You press your palms together, summoning the Cut. There’s a vicious whimper of pain as your Cut meets it’s mark, and you’re released. You collapse to the floor, feeling the sand rub coarsely against your face. The pain in your shoulder flares, and you feel the warmth of blood rushing down your ripped flesh. The volcra may be blind, but they can smell blood, and they can certainly sense the shadows you summoned with the Cut. You know it’s only a matter of time before they find you. But you need Aleksander. He can’t have gone far. Where is he? Where is he? You spin around, launching another Cut at a descending volcra. You follow the ridges in the sand, the trail left by the sand skiff. Another volcra swarms you suddenly. It’s claws tear into your chest, catching your lower jaw and some of your throat. A scream is ripped from your throat as you feel the claws scrape against your collarbone, the sensation thundering in your skull. You summon another Cut, slicing the creature in half. You collapse again. You crawl your way through the sand, leaving a trail of crimson red behind you. A series of violent coughs wrack through your body and you feel your lungs shudder. It’s then that you cry out the words. The ones Aleksander made you promise to use. The ones that would summon the merzost to heal even the most fatal wounds. The ones he had murmured into the crook of your neck on an early morning, when he held onto you tightly, and vowed never to lose you. You had agreed to use merzost as a last resort. But in the warmth of your shared bed, in the safety of Aleksander’s arms, you hadn’t truly ever considered using the words. It’s a stark contrast with your current situation, the copper taste of blood against your tongue, the rattle of your lungs, and the ache in your chest that makes your legs shake. Once you reach the edge of the Fold, and finally emerge into the sunlight, your blood is stained black with merzost. You stumble, eyes searching wildly for the sight of Aleksander as you blink away the dizziness caused by such a sudden increase in light.

You had waited for him. Taking shelter under a tree at the edge of the sand that borders the Fold, you sat staring into the darkness. You sat there for nearly an entire day, the merzost working it’s way through your veins, sealing your wounds. And you waited. You didn’t want to leave him alone in the dark.

You hadn’t feared the dark with Aleksander by your side. When the two of you bent the shadows around one another, engulfing a room into darkness, you had never been afraid to lose sight of the light. Because who needed light when you had your love standing right in front of you?

It’s Fedoyr who finds you there. The Grisha at the Kribirsk encampment knew something was wrong the moment the Fold remained standing. After the first nightfall they sent out search parties to look for any trace of the sand skiff. As soon as Fedoyr lays eyes on you, he knows.

“I’m so sorry.” Ivan had gone over the side after Aleksander. By the time you had gotten to the floor of the Fold he was nowhere in sight.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice strained with grief, and anger, and everything that’s currently swirling in your own heart.

“The Sun Summoner betrayed us.” You tell him, the story that you will establish as the truth to all of Ravka. That Alina Starkov is a traitor.

You carry on with Aleksander’s plan. The two of you worked too long, and too hard for you to give up. You hold a funeral service for General Kirigan. It’s public, and full of court members who used to sneer and gossip at him, the nobility that hunted Grisha for sport centuries ago. He would have hated it. The Church establishes his status as a Saint - the Starless Saint. You believe he would have approved of that at least.

The Little Palace has a memorial. Every Grisha seems to mourn him in some way. The mixture of keftas, usually such a welcome sight, seems too much colour for your grieving heart. Aleksander made the Little Palace a safe space for Grisha. Now it is up to you to make all of Ravka safe for them. You know they will all look to you now. You will not let them down. You will protect them all.

You hold your own private service. For your Aleksander. It’s early morning, the fog still heavy as you walk to his fountain alone. The memories follow you. You clear the moss and weeds from the stone. Tracing your fingers along the carvings, the memorial of his greatest feat - that was also his undoing - you stare down at your reflection in the water.

“I love you.” You whisper to the water, the words muffled by the sob that threatens to overwhelm you.

The King dies, the country mourns. An alliance is formed with the Apparat.

You are crowned. Long live Ravka’s new sovereign.

It’s little under a year after Aleksander’s death, when Alina decides to return. You had put a bounty on her head, and public opinion certainly wasn’t on the side of the Grisha’s beloved General’s murderer. The last few months must have been difficult for her. But something seems to have encouraged her to return. She must believe she can best you.

“You took everything from me.” You snarl at her. “It’s only fair that I do the same to you. But not until you finish Aleksander’s work.” Her eyes narrow in defiance as you sit on your throne. “Help me weaponise the Fold,” you tighten the shadows against the boy’s throat. “And I will spare him.” Alina attempts to drive your shadows away from Mal, her light has strengthened from the last time you saw her. She must have found some other form of amplifier - interesting. You’ll have to look into that once the Fold is under your control.

“Aleksander lied to you. To us both.” A white hot streak of anger flows through you, causing the shadows around you to darken. How dare she say his name. You laugh coldly,

“Naive, little girl.” You frown in fake sympathy. “He lied to you. Not me. He promised me eternity by his side. An eternity that you took from us.” She tries to drive your shadows away from her, a shimmering globe of light flickering around her. She stares up at you, her eyes wide with fear.

“How are you doing this?” She asks, straining to keep her light. “You were his second, how are you this powerful?” A small smile traces your features, but there’s no joy in your expression - only a glimmer of malicious triumph.

“Your tracker friend. He told you he found the stag. However, he failed to mention he’d been tracking a herd.”

“No,” Alina breathes out in a whisper of horror. Your smile twists into something even more wicked.

You release the silver clasp of the cloak covering your shoulders - one of Aleksander’s cloaks. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling at your feet like one of your shadows. Alina’s light falters, finally flickering out as she takes in the sight of you. Three pairs of antlers, carved into your collarbone by your Fabrikators. You pull your shoulders back, displaying the amplifiers in defiance against the ache they cause you. You can feel a small trickle of blood run down your arm but you’ve become used to it. Like how you’ve become used to the weight of them, the heaviness that now accompanies every breath you take. Despite all the work your Healers have done, nothing prevents the small tears the antlers bring to your skin with every movement. Your blood is no longer the mortal red it once was. A tiny part of you believes that merzost is the only thing that is keeping your heart beating. That and the sheer power of the amplifiers. “With your power I will bend the Fold to my will. I will cut off Fjerda and Shu Han from the rest of the world, and they will live in fear of me as Grisha have feared them for centuries. I will make Ravka a sanctuary for our people.” She pulls her eyes from you to look pleadingly at the boy you have almost consumed in shadows. Almost how you lost Aleksander to the shadows.

“Let Mal go.” She insists, tears in her eyes. “And I’ll come with you to the Fold.” You stare hard at her, almost baffled at her belief that she is in a position to demand things of you. She shifts nervously under your gaze. You gesture to the Oprichniki posted by the side door who disappear at your silent request.

“We are not going to the Fold.”

“What?” She frowns, her voice small, and her eyes frantic as she watches you. You stand from your throne and take a step towards her.

“You are going to give me your power, unconditionally. Then I shall go to the Fold and finish what my Aleksander started.”

“That’s not possible.” You nearly scoff at her insistence.

“You spent four months at the Little Palace. You are frighteningly unaware of what is possible.” You had spent night after night in the library at the Little Palace. The place that had once been your safe haven, now blighted by the hours of obsession, fuelled by your grief and desire to ruin Alina as she had ruined you. She had been Aleksander’s last hope, and now - in some twisted trick of fate - she was also yours. But you have learnt from the mistakes of your lover. “The bones of Morozova’s stag are now fused with your own. You are now an amplifier yourself, and have the ability to gift your power to anyone you deem worthy.” You manifest the Cut, pressing the blade against Mal’s throat. Holding the Cut steady with one hand, you reach out to Alina with the other.

“Stop it.” Alina cries out.

“Then give it to me.” She falters, panic overwhelming her. She shakes her head, staring at the trickle of red tracing its way down Mal’s neck. “I can wait Alina. You know we can both stand here forever. Mal, here, he isn’t as fortunate.” You both hear him struggle to gasp out her name. Alina squeezes her eyes shut, her tears spilling out over her cheeks as she grasps onto your outstretched hand.

Aleksander had told what it felt like to have control of Alina’s power. You had seen the look on his face when he first used her light. The glow around you both was nothing compared to the glow of victory in his eyes - that after so many years, the two of you had taken a step in the right direction. But you had also seen past the triumph. You had seen the elation of the small boy who he had once been, the one who was afraid of the dark and the cold, as he finally felt the warmth of the sun.

Now that power was yours to command.

Alina releases her hold on you as she feels the last of her power leave her. She falls to the floor, her skin pale, a pained look on her face. You don’t give her much attention. You have everything you need now. With a flick of your wrist, your shadows loosen their hold on Mal and he collapses to the floor. The two of them struggle to reach each other, their fingers brushing lightly as they pull themselves closer. You turn away from the sight, both sickened at their display of affection and wounded at the reminder of how alone you are now. There is no one left. It’s all down to you. You pick up Aleksander’s cloak, draping it over your shoulders in an attempt at some form of comfort. Alina and Mal are still on the floor as you breeze past them. “Sankta Alina. I do hope you enjoy the insignificant little life you’ve chosen. Once I gain control of the Fold, no one will even remember your name.”

“Is this what you wanted? To be worshiped?”

“No.” You reply quietly. “I wanted a life with the man I love. We were going to change the world.” You push the doors open, revealing the courtyard and beyond that, the Fold towering in the distance. “I’ll leave the door open, so that you can watch the rebirth of Ravka.”

My Sinner

Priest!hongjoong x female reader

I know this is not a very “Preist” picture, but I…… don’t have a reason🤪

Also bare with me, I know nothing about churches or preist:(

⚠️Warnings: spanking, dirty talking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, sinful things🖐😌, cum eating, degradation

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