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itsbeeble · 4 months ago

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Take My Soul, Take My Heart

SUMMARY: Seonghwa is a monster, this he knows. He is a monster, but he just can't help the obsession he has with love. You have taken his soul, staked your claim on his heart, and now he wants all of you

GENRE: smut, angst

PAIRING: pirate!Park Seonghwa x afab!reader

WC: 6,571

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PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn @flwoie

FIC TAGLIST: @sanaxo-o

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: jesus christ yall im wishing you luck with this fic fr, lots of plot, violence (like a lot), many mentions of blood, weapons (knives, swords, guns), threats, swearing, alcohol, seonghwa is lowkey obsessed with love, Seonghwa and reader are both a bit psychotic, they kill a man (actually many men), bad depictions of pirates arrrrghhhhh, manipulation, murder, mentions of brothels, actually there are some scenes in a brothel so yeah, p in v sex, marking, oral (f and m receiving), poorly done dirty talk i fear, unprotected sex (please wrap it irl), this is actually kind of vile, mayhaps future hongjoong x reader but who knows, not edited so pls lmk if i forgot anything or if anything looks dumb as hell

A/N: HEYYYYYYY how y'all doinggggggg. thank you to @deobienthusiast for beta reading this IT TOOK ME SO LONG BUT RAAAHHHHHHH SHE HELPED MEEEEE. I've been wanting to do a pirate fic for so long but i never got around to it BUT HERE WE AREEEE PLEASE ENJOY AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKED IT PLSPLSPLS

Seonghwa learned a long time ago that love was nearly impossible with his life style.

No matter his charms, no matter his will, no matter how he fucked, no one would stay. Not once they found out who he was, what he’s done. The crimes he’s committed are enough to sway those that he swore he would protect as he worshipped them under the light of the moon, above the swaying waves. Love, however, is nothing to him compared to the power he feels when on the ocean.

It was a choice hat he made a long time ago. A promise, really, that he made to Hongjoong the moment he’d stepped onto the wooden planks of the Blue Bird. He gave up the idea of love when he first drew a blade, when he felt the first drops of blood hit his skin and stain his clothing. The blood of men and women who threatened his crew, who threatened his lovers, who threatened him. He’d grown accustomed to the metallic stench, to the warmth of the red liquid against his skin. He practically bathed in it, relished in the feeling of it.

Seonghwa doesn’t understand it, this feeling in his chest. This burning to be worshipped and loved. He cannot comprehend the longing, the desire in his stomach and in his heart. The longing that never leaves, lingering at the corner of his mind and at the tip of his tongue. Love is nothing compared to the power he feels with the weight of a blade in his hand, the metal of a gun at his hip. Love is a hindrance, love is nothing compared to the feeling of his weapon cutting through the air, through the flesh and bone of those who wrong him.

Seonghwa is soaked in blood still as he steps off the ship, his boots leaving wet footprints against the dock. Had the color of his clothing not been violently stained in the color, it could have been mistaken for the salty water that pushes and pulls against the rocky cliffs around him. A shoulder brushes against his, a hand pressing back against his chest to stop him in his tracks as Hongjoond looks up at him. That stern look is in his eye, one that the first mate had grown used to over the years.

“You know what we’re here for,” the captain’s voice is raspy. “Do us all a favor and don’t get distracted by any…side quests, if you will.”

Seonghwa’s tongue runs over his teeth, his shoulders rolling back and one of his hands coming to rest on the hilt of his sword.

“When do I ever get distracted?” Hongjoong’s eyes are weary with travel, flicking from Seonghwa’s head down to his toes.

“Not what I meant, Hwa.”

“He means,” Wooyoung comes from behind the two, squeezing between them and throwing his arms around their shoulders. “Don’t fuck anyone. You know it never ends well for either party.”

Seonghwa’s lip curls at the younger crew member’s words but he manages to hold his tongue.

“Leave the man alone, Wooyoung.” San chides, pulling the cook back by the collar. “It’s not his fault he becomes blind when it comes to women.” Both men laugh, and Hongjoong folds his hands behind his back.

“And this is funny to you two because…?” the captain’s eyebrow arches, his eyes glittering with a warning.

“Well, I mean,” San stands a bit straighter. “Shouldn’t he know by now that ‘love’ doesn’t work with our lifestyle? Women find us, they fuck, take a bit of gold, and run off or try to kill us before the sun rises. Sometimes both at the same time. Love isn’t something that works with us. We’re blind to it, or it is blind to us.”

Seonghwa pushes Wooyoung off his shoulder, his lips drawn into a thin line. Suddenly the bloody clothing that clings to his body burn like fire, uncomfortable and scratchy.

“I have things to do,” he states with an eerie calmness. “I’ll be back by sundown.”

You take notice of the man the moment he steps into the tavern. Maybe it was his delicate features. Maybe it was the way the tavern went quiet with something similar to awe or fear or both.

Or maybe it was the blood staining his clothing and dripping onto your freshly cleaned fucking floor.

You can barely hold your tongue as he approaches your counter, your jaw ticking and your eyes narrowed. His own, like that of a fox, are darting from person to person as if measuring how long it would take to strike them down. In a bar full of pirates, he is one of few that came alone.

When his eyes land on you, he straightens his spine. I am powerful, I am a god, fear me. His body language is screaming the words, but you’re screaming right back.

One wrong fucking move and I’ll have your ass on the ground with a bullet between those pretty eyes before you can blink.

His lips twitch up into a smirk, yours deepen into a scowl.

“You got blood on my floor.”

“I apologize.”

“You don’t sound genuine.”

He leans against the counter, eyes searching yours curiously. A glove-covered hand slides a gold coin toward you, your heart jolts.

“I am sorry.”

“Apology accepted, gorgeous.” Your painted red lips curl into a delighted smile as you snatch up the coin before curious hands wandered a bit too close. “What can I get for you?”

“Mead, any will do.” His eyes seem to be searching you, sizing you up, and his tongue runs over his teeth. You do as he says, all too aware of his eyes watching you and staring you up and down. You weren’t a fool. You knew of your…features and what drew customers in. Men, women, you couldn’t care less so long as it got you what you wanted. Gold. Silver. Fuck, even copper would do sometimes. There was hardly a level you wouldn’t stoop to if it meant paying back your debt.

You turn back to him, a mug of honey wine in one hand. He still watches you, curious and unashamedd of how how examines you. You let him, knowing deep down that you were doing precisely the same in order to ignore the man under your counter.

“Anything else, gorgeous?” You lean forward, tongue dancing across your red lips. He watches the motion and smiles coyly.

“Information.”

You kiss your teeth, arms folding on the counter as you watch him glance around the bar. “On?”

“A man going by the name of Socha.”

Your body stills, fingers curling into tight fists. You feel eyes burning into your skull, and the gun barrel pressing into your hip grows tighter.

“I know of no one by that name.”

The man searches your gaze, and you can’t find yourself wanting to look away. You want so desperately to scream out. He’s here, you want to tell him, there is a gun against my hip and a room filled with his crew all around you. Help me!

“Are you sure?” The man leans closer to you, tilting his head and bringing his lips close to your ear. “There’s a reward in it for you if you tell me where he is.”

“I know of no one by that name.” You repeat. “I would greatly appreciate it if you left my bar now, sir.”

He pulls back from you, pursing his lips briefly before returning to the malicious smirk. “If you change your mind, find Seonghwa on the Blue Bird.”

You don’t move a muscle until the door he entered through is shut. The tavern returns to its original volume, and the gun against your hip lowers. Your fists unfurl, and the gold coin hits the ground.

Socha rises from beneath your counter, lips spread in a vile grin and a stench that makes you want to gag.

“Maybe you’ll be useful after all, barkeep.” He leans in close to you, raising his gun to brush stray hair out of your face. Your throat tightens and your eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in your body screaming to run. “Loyalty isn’t something we take lightly on the Skylark.”

“I understand,” you choke out, praying to anyone who might listen that the gun leaves your temple. “Thank you for the…opportunity to prove my worth.”

Seonghwa doesn’t appreciate liars.

He also doesn’t appreciate the fact that the captain of the Skylark had decided to take an innocent woman hostage at his favorite bar in his favorite city.

It was obvious what had been happening. Sure, it was typical for a port city to be filled to the brim with pirates, especially at the local taverns. What wasn’t typical was for the tavern to be filled to the brim with pirates wearing clothing the color of drying blood, a symbol that the Skylark crew had taken in the early days when Socha spilled blood across the ocean for miles and miles, his clothing stained so dark it looked black.

He wasn’t stupid. He saw the fear sparking in your eyes the moment he said Socha’s name. Now it was time for him to wait for you to come to him.

“You seem so sure that this barkeep will show her face.” Yeosang sits on the steps leading to the upper deck, twirling a curved blade between his fingers.

“She was terrified. Socha was there. Whether she wants to or not, she’ll be on this ship tonight with information we need.”

Seonghwa leans against the railing, steadying himself against the waves that crash against the side of the ship. He’d changed out of the bloodstained clothing hours ago, washed the dried liquid off of his skin and let it run into the ocean. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden light against his face that he soaks in with delight. The warmth of these last rays clings to him, and it’s when the sun has finally set below the horizon that he accepts that you will not be coming to the ship this night.

“Maybe you need to do a bit more convincing than just giving a woman gold,” Yunho stomps up the stairs from the lower deck, a crate in his hands and a grin on his lips. “Maybe that’ll get you something in a brothel, but that was a woman working in a tavern. She knows better.”

“Shut up, Yunho.” Seonghwa spits out, whirling on his feet and stalking toward the gangway with burning ears and a boiling hot temper.

He was pissed. He had truly believed that you’d show up. Was Socha still holding you in that tavern? Were you afraid of him? Were you afraid of what might happen if the captain found out? Were you loyal to the Skylark?

Seonghwa huffs, his hand finding the hilt of his sword again as he makes his way into the port city. It’s busier now that the sun is down, the streets crowded and filled with vendors of all sorts. Weaponsmiths, farmers, beggars, thieves. The streets became alive with everyone under the stars. It made it more difficult to maneuver quickly and quietly, but Seonghwa knew that he would only draw attention to himself if he moved any faster than he was.

A delicate hand grabs his elbow and faster than the brothel worker could blink, there’s a dagger against her throat and her back is against the wall. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted with shock. Seonghwa drops the blade just as fast as he’d drawn it, his eyes lit with annoyance.

“Care for a step inside?” Her tone, despite her previous shock, was sultry and enough to draw almost any many in.

“I am not interested in what you have to offer.” Seonghwa begins to pull away, but her grip tightens. Her eyes are desperate now, and Seonghwa allows himself to pause.

“I believe you will be very interested to know that someone has paid good money to speak to you,” she speaks quickly, tugging at his arm to guide him to the door. “Please. Step inside. They will guide you to where you need to be.”

Against all that tells him to turn the other way and run, Seunghwa listens to the woman. She steps to the side, that seductive look plastered back onto her face as she guides him and other patrons into the building.

The stench of sex is heavy in the air. It’s thick and nearly overwhelming his senses. Or, perhaps, it is the burning incense that overwhelms him. The smoke provides a haze, distracting him from the naked bodies all around him. Scattered across th4e ground, in chairs, on tables, in rooms that are only covered by a loose, sheer cloth overe the doorway. He avoids looking at anyone he can, but then his eyes find you.

You’re tucked away in the corner farthest from him, your eyes watching his every move. His head tilts, tracing your body with his eyes. Nearly bare like the women around you, covered only by a shear cloth seemingly lined with gold. You tilt your head up, practically beckoning him toward you.

He follows you, putting up no fight against the primal urges inside of him that tell him to pin you against the wall and take you right there.

His steps, careful and calculated, weave through the bodies on the floor, following you into the darkest corners of the brothel. You don’t let him get close, no matter how he chases you. It’s like a game to you, and you’re winning. Seonghwa lets it happen.

“I’m sure you understand why I brought you here,” you murmur, your voice hardly louder than the sexual noises around you. A private room in the very back of the building and secured by a wooden door. “I had to speak to you where we could be…private, able to speak freely.”

Seonghwa, for a long moment, doesn’t say a word. He watches the way your hips sway with every step, watches how you bend forward to light each candle.

“You said you wanted information,” you speak again, coming to stand directly in front of him. Your breasts brush against his ribcage, your hands reaching for his. “I’m prepared to give you it.”

“In exchange for a quick fuck?” He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at you. You only smirk.

“I had to bring you somewhere logical. Pirates love brothels almost as much as they love my bar. Besides, if anyone comes stomping in here, at least they’ll get a good show, won’t they?”

You push Seonghwa towards the large fur-covered mattress with more force than he’d expected. He stumbles back, letting himself fall back until his spine meets fur. You’re quick to crawl over him, sheer fabric coming loose and allowing your breasts to come free.

“Why are you looking for Socha?” You ask him, hips rolling down against his. Seonghwa stifles a groan, relishing in the feeling of your grinding hips and the way your nails digging into his chest. His hands grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing tight enough to leave marks.

“Why was he in your bar?” the pirate counters, eyes drooping in a lust filled haze. You click your tongue leaning down and nipping at the lobe of his ear.

“I asked a question first.” Your lips trail kisses down his neck, a trail of red lipstick following you, and Seonghwa feels air brush against his chest as you undo the buttons of his shirt. “Answer me, gorgeous.”

“He has something of mine,” he says, annoyingly calm given the circumstances you have him in. “I want it back.”

You roll your hips down with more force, leaning back to admire his sculpted body. You shouldn’t be shocked. He’s a pirate after all. One with a gorgeous face, gorgeous body, and you’d be willing to bet his cock is equally as perfect. Your mouth waters at the thought, your body sliding back so you have easy access to his cock.

“What does he have?”

Seonghwa sits up, leaning back on his hands as you work at his pants. A lazy smirk is plastered on his face, one that has your stomach churning and pussy dripping with need.

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts. “My turn to ask a question.”

His hips lift as you start pulling his pants down, exposing his half-hard cock to your eyes in the dim candlelight.

“Ask away, gorgeous.” Your hands inch forward, reaching for his cock in an act of near desperation.

“Why was Socha and his crew in your bar?” Seonghwa watches as you wrap a hand around him, a breath of air hissing out of him as you stroke him gently up and down. Your eyes lock with his as you lean down to spit on his cock, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from losing his composure.

You shrug at his question, letting a bit more spit drip from your mouth as you pump his now fully erect cock. “They wanted drinks, I suppose.”

“Bullshit and you know it.” Seonghwa grunts, letting his head roll back. You smirk, letting your free hand slip down to cup his balls.

“Tell you what,” you dip your head down and place a kiss to his tip. “Let me please you, and if you aren’t satisfied I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“And if I’m satisfied?” He asks, reaching a hand to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“You take me with you out of this godforsaken city.”

Seonghwa’s breath, for the first time, stills. He searches your eyes for something, anything to tell him what might be happening.

“You…you want to come with…with me?”

He’s confused. Why on Earth would someone like you want to come with him? “You have a life here. People who care about you, guaranteed safety. Why would you—”

“I have nothing here.” You spit out, leaning up to look him in the eyes. “I have misery and shame and misfortune. I do not care that I will not be safe with you.”

“I don’t understand—”

“Then we will make the choice later.” You kiss him gently, leaving him aching for more of you. “Let me satisfy your needs, Seonghwa.” Your hand pushes at his chest, urging him to lay back.

“I don’t even know your name,” Seonghwa’s head hits a pillow, letting his gaze settle on the ceiling above him.

“Do you need to?” He can feel your lips trailing down his chest, nipping at his skin and leaving marks he knows will not go away.

“It would be nice to know who I’m speaking to.” Who I’m fucking.

“I suppose,” your lips touch his hip, right beside a trail of hair, and he can feel the way they curl into a grin. “You can call me Y/N.”

Seonghwa can’t get a response out before your lips are wrapping around his cock. His fingers curl into the furs beneath him, fighting the urge to buck his hips into your mouth and force you to take as deep as you can. You could probably handle it, but he knows he needs to exercise restraint for himself if anything.

Your nails dig into his thighs, leaving little red crescents in his golden skin as you take him. He can feel your throat constricting around his cock, trying desperately not to gag as his tip hits the back of your throat. Your tongue runs along the underside of his shaft as you pull yourself off of him, kitten licking the tip before taking him all the way back down again. Your nose presses against his pelvis, and Seonghwa can feel tears hitting his skin. Or, perhaps, it’s spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and swallow around him.

Finally a pitiful groan is pulled from his lips.

Deep and gravelly as if he’d been holding it in for far longer than his body wanted him to. Your eyes peer up at him, your tongue laving at his balls and your hand pumping up and down while your mouth is occupied. Seonghwa’s hips jolt, little drops of precum leaking from his tip in an endless stream. His back arches as your mouth returns to his aching cock, your pace fast and harsh as you swallow around him and suck as you pull back up, urging him to cum faster.

His back arches off the bed, his jaw drop and hollow moans pouring from his lips. One of his hands finds your hair, holding you in place as he begins to piston his hips up. Your eyes widen, your hands flailing briefly to find purchase on something, anything to keep you somewhat upright. You’re gagging now, unable to help it as Seonghwa’s cock punches the back of your throat.

You like it, though. You like how rough he is with you, the way he lets himself lose control and become blinded by his own pleasure. His hands yank at the strands of your hair, and a moan escapes you. The vibrations run down his cock, and suddenly Seonghwa’s hips stutter and thick, white hot liquid is spurting down your throat. You try pulling off of him, the liquid coming out too quickly for you to keep up with, but Seonghwa forces you back down, forces you to take all of it down his throat.

“That’s it,” he coos, breathless and mocking. “Take it all. Take everything I’m giving you.” The snide comments pull a whimper out of you, and you allow yourself to relax just enough to swallow all of his cum.

When he finally releases you and allows you to pull off, there’s droplets of cum running down your chin. Your cheeks are burning, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you’re pretty sure your hair is a knotted, uncontrollable mess.

He’s smirking down at you. I am powerful, I am a god, fear me.

You raise yourself up, slotting your lips against his. You are powerful. I am not afraid of you.

“Are you satisfied, then?” You murmur, letting one hand come up to cup the back of his neck, the other slipping down to soothe the ache in your dripping pussy. Seonghwa kisses his teeth.

“You think my cock down your throat is enough to satisfy me, darling?” Your breath hitches at the vile nature of his words. It isn’t as if you hadn’t heard that before, however he says it so…condescendingly. As if you were a fool to assume that he would be done with you just yet.

“Are you not…satisfied?”

“I’ll make you a deal, darling,” The tip of a blade rests under your chin and your stomach churns, however it isn’t with fear. No…this is something else entirely. This is…lust? No…it burns too sweet to be lust. “Take me to Socha, kill him yourself, and fuck me in his bed while my captain kills the rest of his crew, and then I’ll be satisfied. Do we have a deal?”

“Will you let me come with you?” Your eyes gleam, and Seonghwa jerks your head up to kiss you. ‘Kiss�� being a very loose term. With his blade against your throat, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you push yours against him just as hard. Teeth clash, biting at each othe harshly in a motion that’ll leave you both bruised and bleeding.

“I’ll let you come with me.”

You weren’t expecting them to trust you. Hell, you half expected to be shot dead the moment you stepped onto the Blue Bird. Hongjoong stairs you down with curiosity and doubt in his gaze, but he says nothing as the crew argues over whether or not to trust you and your word. Or, rather, Seonghwa’s word.

“You think we can trust her?” Mingi is eyeing you up and down, his lips curled into a sneer. “She’s a barkeep, she’ll say anything for some gold and a quick fuck.”

You bare your teeth right back at him. “Is that not what a pirate is? Roaming the seas and sticking their cocks into the first hole they see and grabbing as much gold and ale as they can carry?”

Mingi is far larger than you are, but you are not afraid. You cannot be afraid if you wish to be on this ship for the rest of your days. You cannot be afraid of the men Seonghwa sails with and commands.

“And what of Seonghwa?” Jongho, the quiet one in the corner, chimes in. “Do we not trust him? Right hand of our captain, are you doubting that he has our best interest in his mind?”

“I think that he slept with the first person he saw and immediately became blind to reality.” Mingi snaps back. “How long before this one leaves you? How long before you decide you’re sick of her and throw her overboard?”

Your heart drops to your stomach and your head whips to look up at Seonghwa who has gone still beside you.

“What is he talking about, Seonghwa?” Your hand pulls from his, but he grabs it right back.

“He is speaking nonsense,” he snaps, eyes glaring at Mingi. “I know exactly what I am doing. I know who I can and cannot trust. She is loyal to us, not to anyone else.”

“And you got all that from having your cock down her—”

“Enough!” Hongjoong’s voice rises over the others. All it takes is that one word for all to go quiet, their gazes on him as he rises from his seat on the table. “Seonghwa is my right hand, if he says that this woman is to be trusted then she will be trusted by us!”

“But—” Mingi tries to argue but a pair of dagger-like eyes hone in on him.

“Do you want to be on slop duty?” Mingi’s face goes green and the eyes are trained back on you. “And you— are you so certain that you want to join us?”

“I am certain, Captain,” you tell him, dipping your head into a nod. “I have never wanted anything more.”

“Then it’s settled,” Hongjoong declares. “We kill Socha at sunset tomorrow.”

There’s an odd sense of safety that you feel while you approach the Skylark. You can hear the chatter of the crew from the edge of the gangway, but you know that a crew of your own is watching and waiting for your signal.

Your signal, of course, being Socha’s body being dumping into the harbor.

“Hey! Look who it is!”

A hand clamps down onto your shoulder and you grimace at the first mate’s disgusting smile.

“Little miss barkeep came to pay us a visit!” The crew erupts into cheers, some calling for a drink and some calling for you to give them a show. Bile rises in your throat at the sounds they make. Suddenly the blade up your sleeve feels a lot lighter in your hand. “How can we help you, little miss?”

“I need to speak with Socha.” Your voice holds steady, thankfully.

“Socha isn’t expecting you today.” The first mate clicks his tongue. “I’ll take a message.”

“This is urgent,” you argue. “I have information on the Blue Bird’s crew.”

The first mate barks out a laugh, throwing his head back as he bellows. The crew joins him, and your cheeks begin to heat up.

“You think we give a fuck about that measly little crew?” The first mate cries.

“What are those dumb fucks going to do to a crew of 80 men?” Someone across the deck cries. “We have ten to their one, they can try but they won’t fucking get past the gangway.”

“Now, now gentlemen.” A deeper, gravelly voice to your right grabs everyone’s attention. Socha leans against a railing closest to his cabin, lip curled at you in what looks like disguswt. “The little miss has information for us! We should hear her out.”

“Socha,” you breathe out andhe clicks his tongue.

“I don’t believe we have rewarded you yet for your…loyalty, have we?” He’s five steps from you, almost close enough to stab him. His hand reaches for you, and you take it. Two steps, only a bit too far from the edge of the ship.

“Can we…can we speak a bit more privately?” You look at him through your eyelashes, lips pushed out just a bit. “It’s a little loud out here.”

“Of course, little miss.” Socha’s hand on the small of your back makes you want to light someone on fire. It disgusts you, and the bile begins to rise in your stomach again as he guides you to his quarters. He lets you in first, keeping his eyes on your swaying hips the entire time.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you spin around to face him.

He’s one step away.

The knife in your sleeves drops into your palm.

You raise your blade to strike him.

A gunshot.

Both of you go silent, your bodies going still. There’s something wet soaking your skirts, you stumble back. Your eyes raise to the man behind Socha.

The captain hits the ground, blood pooling around him. Blood stains your cheeks and your white shirt.

There’s commotion outside the cabin.

“I had it handled, Seonghwa.” Your eyes narrow, and your lover barks out a laugh.

“I know, darling. But he would have shot you the moment he saw that blade.” A body hits the door, wood beginning to splinter as Seonghwa takes the two steps he needs to reach you. Blood soaks the bottoms of his boots, but neither of you care. His hands come to cup your cheeks, blood smearing across your skin as he brushes over your cheekbones with his thumbs.

“You did wonderfully, my love.” He murmurs, and you find yourself beaming. “I think, however, you still have part of your deal to hold up to.”

“His cabin is a bit far,” your lips are brushing his and you lift your head just a bit to try and kiss him but he tuts at you.

“A deal is a deal, my love. I will not be fucking you near a dead body.” His nose curls and he kicks Socha out of the way.

“Fine. Have it your way, gorgeous.”

You take his hand in your own, swinging the door of the captain’s quarters open to reveal the end of a blood bath. Hongjoong is watching from the upper deck as the other six members of his crew dump bodies into the harbor. You catch his eye as you move through the masses and down to Socha’s cabin and he gives you a small nod.

You did well.

I know I did. You keep your head high, a proud smirk on your lips before you disappear with Seonghwa hot on your heels.

Seonghwa’s lips are hot on your neck, his hands dancing over your body grabbing at everything they can. Airy moans pull from your lips, an addicting sound that has Seonghwa afraid that you may be a siren. He cannot get enough of you, cannot pull away even if he tried.

In the center of the room, the two of you stand bare and ready for each other. A pile of clothes surrounds you, a bed behind you and a desk covered in papers in front of you.

“You’re fucking addicting,” Seonghwa growls, grabbing at your hair and yanking your head back to bare your neck for him. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

You can’t respond, hands shaking as they grab at Seonghwa just as harshly as he’d grabbed you. Your nails scratch down his chest, his back. Into his hips to try and force him closer to your body, but he keeps himself just out of your reach.

“Mingi was right,” Seonghwa grunts as he spins you around, pinning you against the desk and throwing everything that was on it to the side to make way for you. He shoves you back, pinning your shoulders against it. “I became blind to reality the moment I saw you in that fucking tavern. Addicted to you the moment you spoke to me.”

His lips reattach to your skin, making their way down your throat, past the valley of your breasts and down to your navel. His hands grip the flesh your thighs, forcing your thighs apart to make way for him. You’re dripping for him, you can feel the liquid pooling at your center, dripping down your thighs and onto the desk below you.

“Fuck, I will never go a day without looking at this pretty pussy.”

Seonghwa’s hand rubs against your folds, spreading them and rubbing your slick around for a moment before pulling back.

Smack!

The sting is almost unbearable, your back arching as you wail and Seonghwa’s hand cracks down on your pussy once more.

“So pretty for me, love when I get rough, hm?” You can barely hear him. Hell, you don’t think he can hear himself in this lust filled haze. “You’ve taken my soul, taken my heart from its confines. You have to pay for that, you know?”

You whine when his lips touch your cunt for the first time. Soft at first, kitten licks and little kisses against your clit that quickly become harsh sucks and nips that have your back arching and legs thrashing over his shoulders. It’s easy for him to pin your body down, making heat growing in your stomach as he eats you like a man starved. His long tongue dips into you, digging in as far as it can go before Seonghwa drags it up to swirl around your clit, drawing figure-eights with the tip of it and making your body writhe before he repeats the process.

A knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach, and you cry and beg for Seonghwa to please please please, faster, more more, god please. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as he focuses his attention on your puffy clit, digging his tongue into it and listening to the way you scream his name. Your back arches one final time before you’re coming undone beneath him, your body quivering and your hole clenching repeatedly. Your hands find purchase in his dark hair, yanking at the strands for some semblance of a grasp on reality.

You don’t get long to recover before Seonghwa is flipping you over and pinning you down again, face down against the desk. You can practically smell your own cum, and you try to push yourself up just a little bit.

“You’re not trying to get up, are you?” Seonghwa’s lips are right next to your ear. “You know what to say if you want me stop, darling.” His lips nip at your ear and you whine desperately, finally caving and letting your arms drop. “Good girl.”

His hands rub against the backs of your legs, massaging them gently before spreading them open once more.

“You ready for me?” His hand traces along your dripping folds, waiting patiently for your response.

“Please, Seonghwa,” you whine. “Please fuck me!”

So he does.

The stretch burns as he pushes in, but he’s quick to soothe you, kissing your shoulders and down your spine so, so gently compared to what you know he’s going to do to you. Your walls clamp down on him like a vice, trying desperately to push him out but pull him in at the same time.

“So tight,” he groans, biting into your back as he finally sheathes himself inside of you completely, engulfed by the warmth of your walls and somewhat reluctant to pull out again. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, darling.”

“Hwa,” you moan out, hands clawing at the desk as you try to push back against him, trying to get him deeper inside of you. “Please, please move!”

His hips begin moving before you can finish your statement. He sets a fast, brutal pace, each thrust punching the air out of you and leaving you wailing his name. You scramble to find purchase on the edges of the desk, holding tightly so as to not slide off. Seonghwa grabs at your shoulder with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he slams his hips against yours. His cock reaches places you never believe one could, brushing against a spot inside of you that has your vision going white with pleasure, your hiccuped moans becoming nearly silent screams. The knot inside of you draws tight again, and Seonghwa is practically throwing you over the edge as your body seizes up once more.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. “Cumming again already?”

“I— I can—can’t help it!” You hiccup. “Feel—feels so—so good!”

“Yeah, I bet it does,” Seonghwa grunts, letting his head fall back and his jaw fall open as your fluttering walls force him closer to the edge than he wants to be. “Fuck, don’t wanna cum yet but this pussy feels too good.”

His body folds over yours, one of his hands slipping down to find your clit. Cries of overstimulation pull from your lips, your body shaking as he continues to rail you into the desk. Seonghwa’s hips begin to stutter, and the moment he feels your walls flutter around his for the final time, he’s cumming. He breathing is ragged, quiet whines pulled from his lips as your pussy clenches around his cock.

You can barely move as he pulls out of you, your body covering in sweat and cum. Seonghwa runs a hand over his face, catching his breath and brushing his hair back.

“You alright?” He crouches near your face, tracing a finger along your cheekbone while you recover. “Here, let me help you.”

Seonghwa is quick to lift you up, shushing you when you whine, and carries you over to a surprisingly luscious bed. He sits against the wall, your body curling into his as you both recover. The steady rocking of the waves against the ship seems to calm you, your breathing evening out until you’re fast asleep in his lap.

He’s almost asleep himself until the door of the captain’s cabin swings open and Hongjoong barges in.

The captain’s eyes fall to you briefly, and Seonghwa swears he can see his tongue running over his lip before Hongjoong’s eyes are back on the right hand.

“We gotta get going, soldiers from the upper city are on their way down to find out why there’s bodies in the water.”

Your body stirs, eyes fluttering open quietly and Seonghwa grins.

His heart and soul belongs to you now. You, the first and only one to not run from the monster he’d become.

“And so it begins.”

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hotties4eva · 3 months ago

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Would you be able to do a ashley sanchez fic please. Maybe they've been dating for while and reader is always getting teased when she'll propose and finally does

AT LAST | a.sanchez x reader

summary: you make ashley your fiancée, finally.

author notes: finally getting to this request! this is actually so cute so thanks anon. also um.. i hit 800 followers? that's crazy but thanks yall 💞 enjoy the fic!

contains: ashley sanchez x reader, ncc!ashley, tons of fluff, lesbians are dumbasses, this takes place in a different reality where ashley is still getting call-ups to the national team 🥹 this isn't relevant.. i just miss usa ash

playing prove it by 21 savage ft summer walker 🎵

"four years and no ring? you should dump her, ash," kerolin says as she walks into the locker room. you are quick to give her the middle finger. groaning in annoyance when she gives you the middle finger right back.

ashley laughs like she always does at the teasing. everyone's favorite pastime is to tease you about not proposing to ashley quick enough. you two have been together for four years, almost five now, and still no proposal in sight. it's not like you don't want to propose, you're just waiting for the right time.

kerolin stirred up everyone else with the teasing. half of the team is in the locker room, getting ready to leave after a long training session. they don't have enough energy to play around like usual, but have enough energy to tease you; great.

"i agree with kerolin. you really should dump her," dani gives ashley's shoulder a playfully sympathic pat on the shoulder. the blonde smiles and shakes her head, focusing most of her attention on changing her cleats. you try to throw a waterbottle at dani, but she dodges it then sticks her tongue out at you.

the usual playful comments are thrown around about how "you're making her wait too long" and "if you need some tips, you could just ask."

you make sure to internally write down every word, so you can keep this in mind when they ask you for favors.

"whatever. why is it my job to propose and not ashley's?" you say in defense, standing to go over to ashley who's now changed. you peck her cheek as you pull her close. she says a response before anyone else could, "because i pursued everything else in this relationship."

you let out a gasp of shock that makes everyone else laugh.

"great. now even my own girlfriend is against me. thanks for being bad influences, guys." you gently pinch ashley's side before pulling away from her. the blonde tries to hit you, but you dodge easily. instead you grab her hand and push her to sit down in her cubby.

cortnee is quick to get back to teasing you, "we aren't bad influences, ashley is right. wasn't she the first to ask you out? and the first one to ask to be girlfriends? and also the first one to ask move in together? sounds like she's making all the decisions in the relationship."

you regret yapping about your entire relationship story to your teammates at that one team outing when you were drunk (but you can't really blame yourself when ashley was looking so good that night and you suddenly felt the urge to express your love for her). regardless, you can't even say anything back because she's right.

"whatever," you say. you let go of ashley's hands, going to grab her bag. "can we go?" you look at ashley. the blonde stands, going to link arms with you.

"running away from your problems is cute of you, y/n," you hear kerolin say as you grab your bag as well before walking out with ashley.

you make sure to give her a middle finger on the way out.

on the drive home, your mind blocks out the sabrina carpenter ashley is blasting as it drifts. the teasing is bothering you more than you like to admit. even though you know it is all in good fun, still, that pressure from the comments lingers. it's not like you haven't thought of making ashley your wife. you're smitten with the woman. she could ask you to get the moon for her, and you'll find a way. might even grab an asteroid on the way as an extra gift. she owns your heart; that's a known fact.

proposing has been on your mind and in your heart for a long while. you will never admit this, but you thought about proposing since you two's first anniversary, but didn't want to be one of those lesbians who go too fast.

this year is a perfect time, and you want to propose soon, but you just don't know how or where or the exact day.

you're determined to figure all this out. ashley deserves a perfect proposal.

and you know just the person to help out.

"a beach proposal is cliché and the waves would ruin it," you're currently sitting across from trinity at this cute brunch place you found. getting trinity to come from washington d.c. mid-season was a struggle, but when you told her that you were ready to propose, she booked the first flight to north carolina.

trinity rolls her eyes, "beach proposals are cliché because they're cute!"

"still a cliché and ashley deserves better than that," you say. trinity, and you have been debating on where to propose. she suggested beach at the number one choice, then used a hotel proposal as her second choice. you quickly disagreed with both; beach is too cliché and hotel feels too impersonal.

trinity sighs, "you have been shooting down all of my ideas this entire time. why even have me come all the way here and not use my opinions?"

"not my fault if your opinions are wrong." you shake your head as the forward frowns at you.

"alright, i'm sorry. i just want everything to be perfect. she deserves the best," you sip some of your orange juice to calm your nerves. trinity gives you a look of understanding. it's obvious you just want to not mess this up. why else would you have ashley's bestfriend fly out?

"maybe.." trinity trails off just to take a bite of her alfredo, "you could do it at home?"

it's like a switch is flipped in your mind; of course, a proposal at home makes complete sense.

after trinity's suggestion, the pieces of the plan fall into place like a puzzle.

the location will be at you and ashley's home, you needed carnations and white chocolate, a simple silver band with ashley's intials needs to be made, and you have to work on your speech.

ashley has always been low-key. she's the one who wanted to soft launch your relationship at first, and still, you two aren't over the top with showing things off. everyone knew yall were together, and everyone of any importance knew how much you guys loved eachother, that's all that matters.

trinity had to fly back to washington d.c. to prepare for an upcoming match, so she couldn't distract ashley on the day you wanted to propose. instead, the day after the match against kansas city current you get denise and bianca to take ashley out for dinner. you made some excuse about "not feeling well" when ashley asked why you weren't coming then had to convince her to just attend the dinner when she wanted to stay and take care of you.

at last, you start getting the house ready. firstly, you grab the bouquets of carnations that you hid in the guest room that ashley never goes into. even though it is cliché, you spread the petals on the floor, so they lead into the master bedroom. then you make a heart with the petals on the bed.

you step back to make sure the heart looks at least decent, smiling when you see it's perfect.

the next step in your plan, you go to grab the box of white chocolate you hid in the back of the fridge. you may have took of one piece, but it's fine, you're the one planning this all.

you place the box of chocolates in the middle of the flower heart. you check the time on your phone and see that you have forty minutes left to get ready.

everything is set up, so all you really need to do is shower, change, and make sure your speech is good. also that you didn't forget where the ring is.

after a good ten minute shower, you change into some black dress pants and a loose white dress shirt. you didn't want to overdo it as this is supposed to be lowkey, but still you wanted to look nice. you check your phone to see ashley texted that they are almost finished and she will be dropped off soon.

you spend the last thirty minutes doing the finishing touches on the lil display you did and going over what you wanted to say. the gorgeous silver band you got customized sits nicely in the velvet case you got with it.

finally, you hear the front door open. you hear the soft footsteps of ashley as she walks through the house, softly calling your name.

"in our room, baby," you shout. a smile graces your lips when she steps inside.

ashley gives you a surprised look, her eyes glancing from you to the flower petals to the bed.

"what is all this?" she walks closer to you. when she's close enough, you pull her close by her hips.

"a surprise.." you say before kissing her. she melts into the kiss easily, her arms finding their home around your waist. every time you kiss ashley, the only word you can use to describe it is magnetic. it's so hard for you to pull away from her just to breathe, but you have to. you need to do what you have been meaning to do for a long while.

"grab the chocolate, babe. it's for you," you let go of her. ashley looks at you, then the box of chocolates on the bed before walking over to the bed. she picks up the box, smiling when she opens it to reveal the white chocolate inside.

slowly, she turns to face you, still looking at the chocolate as she says, "baby.. i don't-"

when her gaze lands on you, she sees you down on one knee, a small velvet case in your hand that's open with a silver ring sitting nice and pretty in it.

ashley damn near drops the chocolate, but is able to throw it on the bed before she starts tearing up.

"baby-" she starts, but you interrupt her.

"let me talk first. i swear it's worth it," you smile. laughing when she giggles in between trying to catch her breath.

you sigh then give ashley the biggest smile you are able to do, just to cover up your nerves.

"i know you been waiting for this for a while now, and i'm sorry.. i just love you so much, i wanted it to be perfect because you deserve all the good things in this world. i remember the first time we met, and i just couldn't stay away from you. at the time, i didn't get why i was so attracted to you, but i figured that out a long while ago; you're special, ashley. i don't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone, but you, so ashley sanchez, will you marry me?"

"yes! of course," ashley says. you stand, and she immediately jumps into your arms. after a long hug, she pulls away just to kiss you.

"no more teasing for me then?" you say when ashley pulls away. she laughs before kissing you again.

there was definitely no more teasing after that.

author notes: finally posted another fic 😍 i thought this was bad, but it turned out cute!

#ashley sanchez x reader #uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso fluff

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yesimwriting · 11 months ago

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Match Burns

A/n saltburn rewired a part of my brain

also my original idea was way too long for a one-shot so now i'm splitting it into 2 (maybe 3?) parts, if you'd be interested in that pls lmk lol

Summary: Despite your charm and kind disposition, Oliver has never been able to let himself be fond of you. Not with the way that Felix gravitates to you and your obliviousness to the attention. When you're invited to join him and Felix at Saltburn, his wariness of you morphs into an oddly suffocating dislike, until he realizes how to turn you into a way to get 'in' with Felix.

Pairing(s): eventual felix x reader x oliver, current oliver x felix (unreciprocated) and felix x reader (unreciprocated)

Warnings: potential typos (i'm tired yall), first time writing characters so potentially ooc?, canon-level toxic thoughts/plotting, some canon deviation (felix is alive and well to me and it's staying that way), oliver lowkey hating reader,, but kind of in the grown up version of a kid pulling another kid's pigtails when they have a crush lmao

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The qualities that make the others adore you, that leave them with no choice but to treat you as some kind of dorm hall trapped princess, are the parts of you that make it difficult for Oliver to tolerate you.

You may not be the heir of some great fortune, the kind of commodity that can only be created through generations of pristine breeding and a lifetime of wealth that comes attached to that kind of pedigree. But you do have something.

His peers may see your self sacrificing nature in the ear you're always willing to lend or the time you're willing to give away without a second thought as instinctual kindness. But Oliver knows how to look beyond careful facades, the stained glass people use to warp the way they're perceived. He knows that your too sweet smiles and soft eyes are just your forms of social currency.

And the most off putting part of it all? The only person that can get away with pretending to not notice the way people react to you, is you.

Sometimes, when his thoughts drift to you without his permission, Oliver convinces himself that it's impossible for anyone to not see your softheartedness as the compensation that it is. And then someone--Felix, says something that is so transparently devoted, Oliver knows that it's worked. Give people what they want, and eventually you'll ensnare them.

Oliver let himself believe that he was finally reaching the peak of Felix's favor after being invited to spend the summer at his family's estate. Then, two days into his stay, Felix informed him that you'd be joining them at the end of the week.

The thought of you and your sense of humor that always seems to toe the line between witty and sarcastic; and the warm feel of your hand on his, or anyone's, arm, because when you listen you do so with your entire body; and your bright eyes that seem to see through everything but yourself, at Saltburn seemed to take something from this away from him. You didn't even need a sob story or to flash an indicator of something in desperate need of repair to get invited.

You were just you, and that was enough.

The way Felix told him only strengthened his chargin. She's friends with you, isn't she? I've seen you two together at the library.

The two of you. Not something that Oliver chose. You appeared one day at his side, on a too warm day for late November in Oxford. A too crowded library had the universe dropping you onto his lap. He accepted your presence because of the way the world seemed to light up for those around you.

But now there are no crowds of admirers to divide the attention. There is only Felix and his family, and with just two guests being invited to spend the summer, it'd be easy for the ultra wealthy to turn this into a competition for favorite pet.

It's also more than that. Alone here, it was easy to pretend Felix's attachment to you didn't exist. But now--now he could easily be the second favorite out of a set of two.

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There was only one part of your arrival that Oliver was looking forward to, and you stole it from him.

He wanted to witness a crack, a wavering in your assuredness. The size of the estate would get to you, would make you--for once--seem small. You'd hesitate, maybe even see Felix in a different way that'd have you rethinking your friendship.

Your eyes had widened, a combination of shock and awe meshing together behind your gaze. Oliver could feel it, the moment that you'd reveal yourself as susceptible to shrinking in on yourself...and then your eyes met his, and the look vanished before it could fully take root.

You grinned at him and then at Felix, abandoning your luggage next to the car that picked you up before approaching them with unashamed enthusiasm. You pulled each of them into a quick hug, your warmth an ache against him. You didn't attempt to suppress your joy until Duncan appeared, standoffish as ever as Felix introduced you. That was just enough satisfaction to make Oliver want it more.

He's still thinking about it now, imagining just what it'd take to leave you vulnerable. You don't sense the resentful nature of his thoughts. You never do. Not even when Felix tells you that you'll be staying in the room connected to his through a shared bathroom.

Felix suggests giving you some time to rest before dinner. You accept the offer, tired from the back forth traveling from the UK to the US. Your visit to your mother had been so brief, you accepted Felix's offer so quickly. Maybe there's more tension in your family than you've admitted.

"She likes you a lot." Felix's low tone snaps Oliver out of his thoughts. It's a strangely nervous statement that doesn't make sense. You're friends with both of them, and if Felix means the statement in the romantic sense, he's wrong. Oliver's in the habit of taking note of the way people see him, and he can't remember instance in which you've ever looked at him like that.

He could see you feeling that way about Felix easily. You're around Felix often and while there is an underlying hint of stiffness when you're around him, it isn't a sign of dislike. You're determined to like him less, you're dedicated to not loving him. An amicable, but ultimately pointless goal. Who doesn't end up loving Felix?

Oliver doesn't know where this conversation is going, so he decides to keep his response simple. "She likes you, too."

"N--" Felix starts to deny the point, but realizes a full dismissal wouldn't be true. You do like him, it's just--it's different. "She trusts you." Felix shakes his head once, still uncertain. "I know we're friends, but sometimes, especially when we're alone, it-it feels like she sees me as a match that's starting burn too close to her fingers."

There it is. Oliver can't blame you for your precautions. Felix has turned the heads so many women--and some men--and he allows them to hang around him openly. His desirability, his options have never been secret. And your only overlap into his world is going to the same college. Oliver's even heard of you deciding to spend the night alone instead of with Felix because you don't always feel safe at those kinds of parties.

You're playing it safe, like a very good girl from suburbia, USA. It's your way of surviving, but Oliver can't quite respect the choice. You're smart enough to realize that loving Felix is like playing with matches, but you're not strong enough to realize that the proximity would be worth a few burns.

"I know we're a little different, but I don't want her to think I'd ever make her do anything." The obliviousness in Felix thinking that this is just about social circles is endearing in an odd way. "How'd you two get so close, anyway?"

Oliver isn't sure so close is the right way to phrase things. Sure, you're attentive and a little touchy, but that's just how people like you move through the world. Besides, if anything, Oliver thinks you choose his company so often because he's never given you the kind of desperate attention everyone else gives you.

Oliver forces a smile, pushing against the thought of being the one to bridge the gap between the two of you. It twists at his stomach. "What? Are you asking me for girl advice?"

Felix cracks a grin, playfully nudging Oliver with his shoulder. "You know how I meant it."

The words are light, but still another attempt at getting a concrete answer. There's an edge there that Oliver's familiar with, an implication of a feeling he's gotten used to. That chest tightening, what's so special about them? And now the Felix Catton is viewing him in that light.

Personal emotions aside, this--you--could be more useful than Oliver thought.

#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #saltburn x reader #olver quick #felix cattion #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix x reader #oliver x reader

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luvanniiee · 9 months ago

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needy • h.hj •

pairings- gamer!hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis- he always says he’ll get off in a few minutes or when he’s finished the round. leaving you with an ache only he can soothe.

warnings- SMUT!!!! teasing, unprotected sex (be smart bookie), oral (m and f receiving), slight masturbation (ur doing it),petnames, slight overstimulation, slight edging (he stops before he cums). some bratty behavior.

a/n: sorry for not posting in forever :(. butttt i just turned 19!!! WOOOOO!! anyways, hope yall enjoy this, please send more reqs, and also still accepting moots! and im also almost at 80 followers teehee i could cry. anyways much love!

youve been sitting on the couch for hours now. sitting behind hyunjin, trying to be patient and wait for him to finally finish the game so he could give you attention for what feels like the first time today. he didnt show any signs of getting off soon even though he said he’d be “finished in a few minutes”. whenever you ask him if hes finished, he would say “almost. give me a few more minutes”. and those minutes turned into hours.

you sighed unusually loud when you asked him one more time. “im almost done, im literally about to beat this level. just give me a few more minutes.” he said. “ugh, its been hours since you last said that, and im really needy right now. cant you just save it and finish later?” you said.

there really isnt an established dom/sub dynamic in the relationship. sometimes you would take control, and sometimes he would take the lead. so when he heard the slight brattiness in your tone, he paused the game to look at you. it was like he was warning you with his eyes. “i told you that im almost finished. now you can do either of these two things im gonna suggest. you can either find something to do until im finished or sit there like the good pretty girl you are and wait for me.” he said.

the firmness of his voice was enough to quiet you down, but it also added fuel to the fire between your legs. it was becoming unbearable. so when hyunjin turned back to the screen of his computer, you decided to slip your hands down there to relieve yourself until he was able to help.

it didnt take long for hyunjin to catch on to what was going on behind him. the sounds of your soft whimpers, and the sounds of your wet pussy were reaching his ears. “princess, are you touching yourself?” he asked softly. you stopped in your actions to brat out “yes, because you arent doing it.”

he turned in his chair to see that you were there on the couch, only in a shirt, panties on the floor, legs spread and fingers sticky. he swore he could cum right then at the sight. but he composed himself. he walks over to you, and lowers himself so you and him are eye to eye. he grips your thighs and kisses them softly. moving closer to where you really need him.

your breath getting gradually louder as he nears your pussy, but stops as soon as hes facing it. hyunjin blows cool air on your clit, the new sensation making you whine, and clench around nothing. he smiles knowing how much control he has over you right now.

he starts off by kissing around the folds softly, just enough to drive you insane. youre getting wetter everytime he presses his lips on you. then he moves to your clit and swirls his tongue around it. you were already riled up from playing with yourself, so you know it wont take long for you. he switches from kitten licks to flicking his tongue to tracing figure eight. all of this combined with his lock on your eyes is enough to send you over the edge. “im cumming!” you nearly scream out. “go ahead.” he says. and with that, you came with your whole body shaking from him continuing to eat you out. “aah- stop baby!” you whine.

but your whines fell upon deaf ears. it was apparent he wasnt gonna stop until he was ready. so you pushed his head away and he wiped his mouth clean.

“satisfied?” he asked. you shook your head no. “let me return the favor and then ill be satisfied.” you said back. so he sat down as you got up. you pulled his boxers down, as thats all he was wearing. his boxers and a long sleeve shirt. you give his tip a kiss. just to get him back for teasing you in the beginning. he hisses slightly when you lick it. “baby please.” he whined out. you looked him in the eye and smiled as you took him down your throat. his head thrown back against the cushion on the couch. hyunjin grabbed your head and thrusted his hips up softly when he felt you about to tease him again. with every thrust, he was panting and letting out small moans. “oh god, its so good, i wanna cum down your throat. but i wanna fuck you so bad now.” he moaned softly.

as he felt himself about to cum, he quickly took himself out of your mouth. you sat back on your feet and looked at him gather himself. “come here princess.” hyunjin said as he patted his lap. you knew what he wanted. so you climbed on top and slid yourself down on him slowly.

the stretch making you both moan. you gave him and yourself a moment to get ready. and slowly rocked yourself on him. hyunjin knows you talk the most shit when youre on top. “see baby, you couldve had this hours ago, if you werent playing the game all day.” you said. he rolled his eyes at you and gripped your hips to make you go faster. the slow pace was good but you both know that the faster pace is better.

“so tight for me, yeah? you been waiting for this, like a needy pretty girl.” hyunjin moaned in your ear. the raspiness of his voice was driving you insane. all you could do was moan back in response. he stilled your hips so he could adjust himself and thrust up into you. you let out a throaty moan as he was hitting your g-spot well. “s’good.” was all you could say. your mind going numb as he continued to thrust into you.

hyunjin felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were close. “close already? does it feel that good?” he said. you couldnt answer him, so you let your cries and whines do the talking. “go ahead love, cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. he leaned you back a little so he could rub your clit. the overstimulation he was giving you made your mind go blank.

“fuck…” was all you said as you came around him. shaking and screaming a little as he pounded into you harder so he could cum. he was close and you could feel it in the way his hips were losing rhythm. “baby…please let me cum inside…cant hold it anymore…” hyunjin whined. you were too far gone to speak so you just nodded. he wasted no time in filling you up. “fuck..baby!” he moaned loudly.

he started to slow down as he was riding his high out. both of you taking the time to catch a breath before kissing each other softly.

“next time hyunjin, dont make me wait.” you said.

“next time ill leave your needy ass high and dry.” he replied in the same cockiness.

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#stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x female reader #hyunjin x you #skz smut

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iwanty0uu · 1 year ago

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Hey guys change of plans. my mom just pissed me off and i wanna run away in my backyard and hide in my dad’s car trunk so imma take it out on yall rn.

Growing Pains

I loudly slammed the door, gasping as I came to my senses.. “shit..” I should know better than to slam a door in my Jamaican mother’s household.

Before she could even start cursing, you opened it wide and yelled, “MOMMY I APOLOGIZE I NEVER DID MEAN TO MAKE THE DOOR SLAM LIKE THAT”,

I mentally sanded my eardrums, preparing for the hurricane of curses and insults that would flood from her mouth, “OH SO YOU MOVE TO FOREIGN AND THINK YOU’RE ONE OF THEM AMERICANS HUH? I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR GRANNY, GIRL.”

Being the daughter of two immigrants was hard enough, and considering you were one yourself made it even more irritating. Your mom decided it would be a great idea to ship you off to the land of the free, alone at fifteen, and send you to live with your aunt in a literal plantation in the city..New York.

The amount of paper colored faces that crossed your path at the airport was enough to send you into a frenzy, so after begging for 3 years (mostly because you would go to the Columbia University this school year and she wanted to brag about you on whatsapp) mommy dearest decided to pack up, take your dad and little brother to New York until you finished college, and explore.

Your brother was only a year younger than you, and always complained about how you got to do more than him, even though the fact that his girlfriend could sleep over anytime he wanted (with the door closed) was enough to prove how subconsciously sexist your parents could be, but whatever, you’re eighteen, homesick, and doing your baby bro who you dearly missed a favor.

But times like these, when your words wouldn’t even go through one of your mom’s ears much less the both of them always made you regret begging. Your words probably deflated and fell to the floor like some cartoon animation the second they came out of your mouth.

But that was how useless they were, and you always felt angry about it.. but you were a big girl and you should be trusted more. You didn’t smoke in the house or barley at all, you hated alcohol, and was still a virgin..mostly! But she still argued, and as usual, it made the tears well in your eyes, and your father attempting to mediate the dispute, and your brother trying his hardest to comfort you, even though he knows that he will never fully understand.

But little did she know..those tears watered the seed of rebellion that grew roots in your stomach and around your torso, sucking and squeezing until there was nothing left but long, smooth dips. The roots twisted and wrapped around your pelvis, making them grow full and round like the mounds on your chest and the one behind you.

Your hair full and thick, sunlight hardly passing through the thick leaf-like coils, and the beauty on your face, as beautiful as a forbidden fruit, the forbidden fruit. The fruit that led to the destruction of mankind.

Her words played in my mind like a record on repeat, I could never hate her, but if she didn’t want to understand me, then why bother be everything she couldn’t be?….

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I loved writing this maybe ill make a pt 2! tell me if ya want it fr this was not planned negl I was on the bus making this but I’ll see yall again tmr!! (yes this is gonna be an aot fic🙄)

~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ！

#attack on titan #black reader #black coded reader #iwanty0uu #fem reader #aot fanfiction #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #connie x black reader #aot connie #aot eren #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #onyankopon x black y/n #black women #black tumblr #jamaican

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 1 year ago

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A Patient-Therapist's Anti-Psych Manifesto

Okay yall, I broke out my laptop for this, so buckle up, I’m about to have opinions.

I don’t owe anyone my credentials, but because I know the first thing out of some folks’ mouths is always “what gives you the right” let’s nip that in the bud right now.

I have been in and out of psychiatric care since I was seven years old. I have severe medical trauma from the experimental treatments I was subjected to, and have spent time in outpatient, inpatient, and all manner of different kinds of care. I’m also a published anarchic anthropologist, and a fully credentialed and actively practicing private therapist. To many, these are rightfully mutually exclusive roles. To me it is survival. Let’s explore some dialectics.

Dialectic: Per Merriam-Webster, a dialectic is any systematic reasoning, exposition, or argument that juxtaposes opposed or contradictory ideas and usually seeks to resolve their conflict : a method of examining and discussing opposing ideas in order to find the truth

In this case, we’re holding a few irreconcilable realities in tension with each other and working to resolve those irreconcilabilities.

Dialectic 1

Creating a class of healthcare professionals whose job is to dispense care to the masses inherently creates a hierarchy.

Any hierarchy that exists can and will become unjust under enough stress, with enough bad actors, with enough systemic intersections, if it is made so, etc.

People still need healthcare, including mental healthcare.

Dialectic 2

Because we already have unjust hierarchies involved in our medical care and research system, the question of who gets to define what is ��mental healthcare” and what isn’t is inherently skewed in favor of kyriarchical** values.

Kyriarchy: a social system or set of social systems built around domination, oppresion, and submission

Many non-hierarchical forms of mental health care are devalued in our society and therefore do not receive the resources to operate at scale despite being extremely effective tools.

There will likely always need to be some form of “service” healthcare model in our society, even if it is wildly different from what we have now, because the worst person you know deserves care and it may need to be from people who are incentivized to provide it, and in privacy or isolation from others in the community.

Dialectic 3

Indefinite and involuntary detention can never be ethically or humanely performed. Period.

Some people need episodic or long term intensive care that comes from having someone available to them 24/7, and this is extremely difficult to provide at scale to an entire society in their homes, and your answer cannot be to offload the work onto relatives.

Current inpatient and residential programs typically serve, at best a holding pattern, and at their worst are breeding grounds for abuse and we will be hard-pressed to create models that do not replicate this pattern in our current systems.

We could keep going several layers deeper, but this is already getting long, so now I want to ask the next question.

These all feel really impossible to work with, Butts, you said I was supposed to reconcile all this and that feels super intimidating. What do we do with these dialectics?

Great question imaginary reader!

There are a lot of things you can do about it! Start by going to the Blackfoot digital library and watching this video about indigenous influences on modern concepts of the basic hierarchy of needs (link)

One of the things I’ve learned as an anarchic anthropologist turned therapist is that if you take what we think we know now about mental health, the nervous system, and chronic stress, and look back to this moment when Maslow and the Blackfoot community tried to communicate the resiliency of their community to the world, we can learn a lot.

A huge amount of mental health care, in my experience, boils down to learning how to regulate your nervous system, provide for your hierarchy of needs in your life, including the accommodations you need for your physical, cognitive, spiritual, and social world, and seeking, traditional or non-traditional therapy, pharmacology, and/or traditional medicine for the remainder of your needs.

What I mean by this is: mutual aid is mental health care, socializing with your friends is mental health care, taking a bubble bath is mental health care

But so are practices like MAST (link)- a non-hierarchical therapy style that allows people to support each other through therapeutic interventions via mutual aid (a genuine therapeutic concept we discuss in our training!!)

I imagine a world where we dare to question all of our assumptions about what therapeutic intervention needs to look like. Where “mental health care” looks like creating a society that seeks to meet every level of need for as many people as possible, and offers additional, voluntary community built and operated services to meet additional needs that arise.

What if we worked to minimize the need for inpatient services by providing ADL support crews for anyone who requests it? Need to just be a lump in bed for a week in order to be okay at the end? Ask for a crew to come do dishes and make meals and tidy and field calls and check in on you. Feeling manic and need someone to be your impulse control? Request one. Like theoretically these are things we can all do for each other regardless, but what if there were trained volunteers from the community, motivated and available who could be on call whenever they were needed for anybody no matter what? What if you didn’t NEED to have a friend who was available? What if you didn’t need to wonder if they would be annoyed because everyone is there by choice and by specialty?

Imagine if you didn’t have to wait until you were in crisis to call? You could just do it because you needed or wanted the help and that was fine too. Because the goal was prevention. Make sure no one gets so overwhelmed or stressed that they reach crisis in the first place. Make sure everyone has community resources.

The task rabbit mutual aid is the one I think is the most under-served in our communities. I think a lot of us are still afraid to truly take that last step into anarchic community building. After all, time is the most precious resource we have, and giving that to others without a guarantee of others giving back feels very scary. When I’ve done task-rabbit type mutual aid though, it’s always been my favorite experience, and I truly cannot recommend it enough. It provides such an immeasurable boost to the entire community’s resiliency.

I think another really useful direction is teaching yourself a little bit about polyvagal theory. It sounds like pop science, but it’s pretty cool stuff. Things like diaphragmatic breathing, certain manual manipulation techniques, etc can help you regulate your nervous system in moments of stress or intense emotion, as well as adjusting you into a better regulated state over time if you experience chronic dysregulation, such as from PTSD, ADHD, or Autism**

**This is not me saying it will cure your ADHD or Autism, it will not, but it can tone down the intensity of emotionally/autonomically dysregulated moments, or make them a little easier to end on your own time.

In the end, mental health, like so much, is deeply personal. There will be no "one size fits all" option. But we can create a society that provides a high quality standard of living for everyone, with the majority of their needs being met as a baseline, and create services that account for needs that may be episodic, additive, or unusual, as will almost certainly always eventually occur.

So the question is, when you begin to imagine outside the confines of the four walls of the psychiatrist's office

What does mental healthcare look like to you?

#anti-psych #anti-psychiatry #no really let's talk about this

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diy-fire-water-pups · 3 months ago

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Can yall send me encouragement. I recently relapsed in self in*ury and I’m struggling trying to stay clean again

Dude, why would someone do that?!? It makes no sense!!!

Some people feel bad to the point they think they deserve nothing but pain, or something like that... I read about it when I was studying possible cases I could maybe be called for as an EMT.

Still doesn't make any sense to me, that's so untrue!! Why would someone believe that?? I mean, not even bad people deserve anything like that. You shouldn't mistreat yourself like that, Anon!

I don't even know what to say. That caught me completely off guard. I'm not able to process this.

Well... What I can say for now is that it's not worth it. If you're already suffering due to something else, when you do that you just add even more to it, instead of making things better for yourself.

First of all, you need professional help in person, there's not much I could possibly do from over here and I'm just a first responder EMT, not an actual psychologist or psychiatrist. Second, a wrong move and you'll just create even more trouble for yourself and everyone else around you, especially the ones you care about and those who care about you, which is certainly not what you're looking for. Keep that in mind. If not for yourself, then don't do it for them.

Last, but not least, leave everything that can be harmful absolutely out of your reach. Make it all very hard to get, with as many obstacles as you can ever come up with, like it's the most cursed ancient artifact ever created, which no one should not even take a quick glance at. Just the huge trouble and long time spent to get to it should give enough time for your mind to distract with anything else and give up in the meantime. Work some laziness to your favor!

There are alternatives which won't get you in trouble and will keep you clean, if it comes down to it. Play with some ice cubes, or scribble angry or sad stuff down in a paper, then rip it and throw it away. Writing down all your thoughts and then getting rid of the paper with them is good too. It's all psychological play, and you can play this to your favor as well.

Always remember: Your body is yours, you own your thoughts, not the other way around! This is the only body you have, you can't move to a different one if it breaks down, so take good care of it!

Go for a walk around the block where you live. It doesn't need to be a fancy walk in a fancy place like in the movies, just around the block is already something! Sit under the sun for a while - don't forget a sunscreen! Feel the warmth of it. Stand in the rain for a couple minutes and then have a nice warm shower, wrap yourself in comfy blankets and go watch some cartoon that makes you happy. Forget complicated series or movies, go for the easy to understand stuff, preferably something you've already watched before, because as you already know how it ends, you won't work yourself into anxiety by wondering what's coming next. Your brain needs some down time too! Get yourself a tasty snack. Stop checking the news about the world for a while, most of them are currently tragic and you need some "you time", get it? Call a friend over to just spend time together, play a light game (avoid online games with toxic players), or go over to someone else's house. Changing the air you breathe and seeing different things is always good for getting those thoughts out of your mind too, as it'll get you distracted.

There are just lots of simple things you can do and enjoy, rather than wasting time with that. Sometimes even just sleeping through an entire day is a good start, just don't stay in bed forever, otherwise it might go up to a depressing level! Make good and necessary things easier for yourself, like leaving a water bottle somewhere next to your bed or desk, so you don't need to go all the way to the kitchen for some water. Gotta stay hydrated or your brain will start eating itself out!

Wait, that actually happens?

Sort of. The cells shrink when they're dehydrated and it causes damage to cognitive functions, memory loss, brain fog, stuff like that. You can't think clearly, nor make clear decisions at all. And no, Zuma, salt water doesn't count as keeping yourself hydrated, before you even ask. The salt absorbs the water in your body and the effects will be even worse if you don't get yourself some fresh water constantly.

No wonder Ryder always made me carry a big water bottle in my hovercraft. Anyway, I hope you'll feel better soon, Anon. I don't know if it's any help at all, but I like to remember that after every bad storm, there's always a rainbow to appreciate. And even when the storm takes a very long time to pass, you can remember that above it, there's no storm at all, it's all peace and quiet above the stormy clouds. It's like that one song... "Behind the clouds, the sun is shining! Believe me, even though you can't quite make it out! You may not see the silver lining, but there's a big blue sky waiting right behind the clouds!"

Wow, you got Zuma to sing just like that. Anyway, same here, I hope you'll get help and recover well. That's totally messed up... Please don't do that ever again, stop lying to yourself to such a point!

#TW: Self harm #(( Hey Anon you better promise to go get professional help >>#>> or I'll get the Air Patroller and fly my ass over there to drag you to a psychologist myself ))#(( I won't put this in the fandom tags to not trigger anyone by accident ))#(( No queue is too big No pup is too small ))

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atinystaypixie · 1 year ago

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Bookie I’m back fa more, but this time, I’m gon spice it up a lil, a’ight? Okay so, this time Imma need you to slide me some of that good ‘ol rock lock cock, or as I like to call it, rlc, cuz rn, I need that nigga all up in ma guts, also I have an itty bitty teeny tiny favor to ask, please make her chubby, like, I’m talkin’ bout reader, PLEASE bookie, please make her chubby, and I swear to you I will slide all up in yo dms wit Toji, Gojo, and Geto, I swear to you

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I’ve tried to come back everyday. College needs to stop cutting into my Tumblr life. I am so sorry for all the asks I am behind on. I thank yall for waiting so long because school is kicking my ass.

WC:964

CW: 18+ MDNI!!, Sex, Clothed sex (one piece of clothing), Rock Loc happy to fuck you, chubby reader (as best as my amateur self could do), lmk if I missed anything , NOT PROOFREAD!!

He couldn’t take it. The last of his self control snapped when he had to walk up the steps behind you. Your skirt gave him the perfect view of your panties cupping your ass, the jiggle of your thighs with each step, and even the slightest view of your pussy lips spilling out. The sight causing his dick to strain in his jeans, wanting to be inside you right then and there.

That’s how you ended up in this position. You barely made it into your apartment before he had you spread eagle. “You really been messing with me today.” He gritted through his teeth as he spoke directly into your ear. His fingers digging into your hips as he thrust deeply into you, rocking back and forth hitting that sweet spot inside of you each time.

“Oooo, Ken. Fuck!” You couldn’t even form sentences from how deep you felt him. Your breasts were bouncing with each thrust, your walls were gripping him every time he pulled back, the wet sounds your pussy made were echoing through the room. Ken hadn’t even taken the time to pull your skirt off, opting to keep it on and pull your panties to the side. He couldn’t bring himself to want to do it, not when you looked so good in it.

Not when you had him hypnotized all day with every step you took. He couldn’t take it off when he watched you bend over in it teasing him a small flash of your round globes. The skirt couldn’t come off when all day he had to stop himself from fucking you every time your ass bounced.

No, the skirt wasn’t coming off especially as he finally got to have his throbbing dick get wrapped by your creamy cunt. His hard chest pressed against your soft body only made him worse. The smack of his hips against yours wasn’t in his control, he was plunging in and out of your wet walls. Your skin was so soft his hands couldn’t stop groping at it. The plushness of your sides being held by him as he tried his hardest to ground himself. He was fucking you like he would never get the chance again. Grunts leaving his lips as he concentrated on the feeling of your walls.

“Looked so damn good. Shit, couldn’t wait to fuck you.” He spoke now looking into your eyes, a strong hand gripping your chin as your moans wailed out. Your walls tighten from intense lust swimming in his eyes as his hips roughly connect with yours. “Open.” A short, simple command that has your lips parting and tongue sticking out for him. A warm, trickle of spit landing in your mouth just for him to close the space and swirl his tongue with yours. You can feel his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth mixing his saliva with yours.

In the mist of the kiss he pulls out of you. “Turn over. Ass up, baby.” Although he told you what to do, he still took control and handled your body into position. A large bicep wrapping around your waist as he other hand guided your face into the sheets by the back of your neck. There wasn’t a second missed before he was rubbing his tip between your puffy folds and thrusting back into you. His own head was thrown back as if he hadn’t been inside you before.

When he looked back down, he saw you throwing your ass back on him. Your moans being muffled by the sheets as your ass jiggled everytime you meet his thrusts.Ken fingers dug into your hips as he watched you fuck him back. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” A raspy moan left him as he watched you, his thrusts never slowing. His dick was glistening in your juices each time your arch deepend before letting your hips slap against him again.

Ken leaned closer to your back and put his mouth directly to your. “You feel so good, baby. Made to take me dick. Milking me so well.” His hand slid around to your front and started rubbing circles on your clit. You felt his teeth graze your ear at the same time. He knew your sensitive spots and he was using them well. “”Tight pussy squeezing me. You gonna cum, mamas? Hm? Gonna make a mess on my dick?”

His pace was relentless as he fucked into you from behind. You felt him so deep and were barely even fucking him back anymore. “Daddy, gonna cum!” His moans going directly into your ear combined with his hands playing with your sensitive spots caused the note in your stomach to tighten. Your voice was high pitched and tears were wetting the sheets. The feeling of his dick stroking every inch inside of you had you head spinning.

“Come on, baby. I got you. Cum for me.” With another scream, you release on his dick. His name flying from your lips as you squirming while your pussy clenches around him. The fluttering of your walls triggers his own release that he was barely holding in. He pulls out of you and strokes his dick letting his cum paint your ass. The sight has his dick twitching as he taps his tip against your ass cheek. Ken takes his hands and jiggles your cheeks making them clap, opening and closing revealing your pussy leaking cum.

Your skirt is a crumbled mess around your waist. Ken didn’t care though. He loved it on you rather it was teasing him or rolled up showing off your plush body. Both of you are breathing heavily, before you hear him chuckle and collapse onto your back. “Buying you more of these just to fuck you in them.”

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin ~ 🧚🏽‍♀️

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notjusthespongenextdoor · 8 months ago

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thought about the royal family for like 30 seconds and now i'm pissed off at the british museum KJDSFHKJDFG i could absolutely just end this post now. yall already know.

but i keep thinking about the """justification""" of like. oh we have to keep these precious artifacts, the cultures we stole them from wouldn't take good enough care of them 🥺🥺🥺 we're doing everyone a favor really 🥺🥺🥺

like, 1. you stole that shit, you shouldn't have it in the first place, thus your argument is invalid

2. assuming the cultures you stole them from "can't" take good care of them is pretty racist

3. , and what i think is the bigger philosophical point here that really gets me, is like. hey listen bud. if you knew for 100% fact that if you gave the artifact back to its rightful owners and they were going to immediately burn it or smash it with sledgehammers or throw it into the bottom of a lake. ITS STILL THEIR ARTIFACT TO DO THAT WITH. you should still give it back. they know better than you.

there's this whole thing about """preservation""" that's just like. okay yeah cool if YOUR culture has certain things that you think are really neat and want to put in a carefully climate controlled glass box for as long as possible, or if you get a legitimate loan of those items from someone else, good that's cool, i like seeing old stuff and those are very useful to learn from and can provoke strong senses of connection and belonging to previous eras etc etc

but if you have absolutely no idea what the purpose of the items you took are? like? okay if they were hanging up in the sunlight outside or people were touching them all the time or walking on them or using them as fucking dinnerware idk and you're like oh nooo they're destroying these precious artifacts oh nooooo

MAYBE. just MAYBE. the LIVING CULTURE is more important than the object itself. like these people know what they're fucking doing with their own sacred artifacts. or even like...non-sacred artifacts that they nevertheless rely on in some way for their daily lives. like yeah maybe it's an incredibly old and precious statue or whatever but like. how are you going to take it out of its context and say you're 'preserving history' when you're actively participating in destroying the current culture by coming in and fucking up someone's cultural practices. the idea that "preserving" an item is more important than preserving the real life people and their real life current practices is so like...taken for granted, when it's the real alive people that should be prioritized absolutely 100% of the time 🙃 it's such a western thing of us to do to be like, oh no no no you're using it wrong!!! you're ruining it!!!! like okay?? and you're going to take it and put it in a box where no one can ever interact with it ever when that was its sole purpose for existing??? how is that better???? (and that's not even taking into account the ways that the museum has completely fucked up on even preserving the items the way they're meant to be seen, ie completely scrambling a whole people groups' cultural history cause they were like idk there's no reason these tablets need to be in this order right :) )

like yes if at all possible i think it's very cool for these things to be preserved for future generations to experience in some way. but with the technology we have available to us right now, with high definition photography and 3D scanning! it's so extraordinarily possible to preserve the data of it without removing it from its context! we can show people what it looked like AND let the original item exist where it's supposed to be!!!!!!!

hrhrhrhghrghghgh chewing on the furniture

#spongesound.txt #sj stuff ///#do i need to tag this as like.#british museum wank SKDJHFGKJDHSFG

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flamingfuzzydice · 2 years ago

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‼️NSFW‼️

CAN I GET AWN MY LUKE SKYWALKER HIGH HORSE FOR A MIN

☆NSFW/ 18+, defending luke skywalker being bby grl but not a baby AND a dom w my life☆

some of us, at least what i have seen on tiktok, has gotten into the habit of infantilizing luke. not to say one can’t have their indulgent baby gyal luke hc’s and preferences, but i feel like we’ve almost come to this luke=baby conclusion. this man, admittedly with his soft baby blue eyes, has come a long way from being a whiny farm boy from the first movie. he’s been through the death of his aunt and uncle, the death of uncle ben, and then the death of his father after suffering in his war—where many of his peers DIED— and yet luke was able to guide anakin back to the light anyway. not to mention yoda and how hard he worked to become a jedi !! and not to say you can’t have all this and be a mess in the sheets IM !!JUST SAYIN the fit he absolutely kills in return of the jedi shows a confident, controlled, collected jedi. he’s rather removed from who he was several years ago just joining the resistance and calling ✨the millennium falcon✨ a piece of junk. he’s not that same luke, i even think the de babyfication began when he saw his dead fam just smokin outside their house.

FURTHER MORE it is my fervent belief that while luke is very respectful and polite because he wants to be, i also believe he knows what he wants and he is very good at jedi mind tricks(i wonder why he learned those 🫣🤭🐱🫦). and luke doesn’t need anyone to protect him for sure not physically but emotionally too. he stands up to han all the time and even the emperor of the galaxy !! this mf in his all black ensemble and knee high boots is gonna sweep me awf my feet FR !! he is so assured in himself and i’m swooned

i would also like to state if anyone’s their daddy’s child it’s luke. anakin also very powerful but possessive, over protective, and willing to do literally anything for those he loved(and whiny). they are literally so much alike, luke is like padme’s grace and etiquette with anakin’s need to protect and control(“if it works” head ahh). (i also see this is leia as well but this post is abt luke) but i feel like luke is much more emotionally regulated than anakin, so

also i dabble in the occasional din x luke which is a popular ship and if ANYONE is baby girl even slightly in that relationship it’s din. i swear yall gotta SEE in that show! you gotta focus or you’ll miss it, you gotta see the way those beautiful brown eyes be beggin for someone to grab his waist i can feel it through the mask too i would not lie to y’all TRUST !! ME !!

also this is mainly just purely indulgent preference pls understand but i just can’t buy the totally submissive luke. like y’all do me a favor imagine, theatre of the mind if you will, that kind, controlled jedi but you just make him lose his mind and he has to fight not to go feral around you and just take you for him self like just LISTEN TO ME !! like imagine that gorgeous smile dropping a moment and he just glares at you and a gloved finger motions for you to come where he is, like just a hand gesture with the GLOVE!! y’all gotta think 4th dimensionally with me PLS😭😭

this is all its midnight thirty i gotta go to be but pls understand dom luke is something near and dear to my heart FR !!! also if we could not infantilize him pls (,:

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker headcanon #star wars headcanons #star wars #anakin skywalker #sw headcanons #he can sky my walker

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bi-bats · 1 year ago

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hello!! i was just wondering, since the damitim fic is ongoing, does this mean know yourself updates are slowed/paused? (not a complaint i’m loving both!!)

Hiya!! Sorry that I never give easy answers 😂

So yes, Know Yourself updates are slower (not paused or on hiatus!! I am working on it still), but it's not because of the DamiTim fic.

I've been writing Know Yourself for over a year now (even though I haven't been posting it that long) and I'm just struggling with getting the words on the page to be what I want them to be. The plot is sorted out and I'm content with what I'm going to make happen, but also when I think about the fic my brain starts to feel the way my eyes do when I stare at a screen too long 😂 so I'm trying to be patient with myself and let myself take my time with it instead of pushing something out that I'm really not happy with, because 1) I think it'll show, 2) I'll just burn myself out, and 3) if I treat it like a chore it'll never get finished.

Also I've realized (post-jaytimweek) that I prefer writing in present tense, it makes everything feel more natural to me and I can control some writing things like timing and flow a little better and I WROTE OVER 100K WORDS IN PAST TENSE FOR THAT FIC AND I'M NOT FUCKING SWITCHING NOW!!!! SO I GUESS I GOTTA FINISH IT IN PAST TENSE!!!!

And also we're at the point in the plot of Know Yourself where I'm really stepping on the gas on the number of things happening per chapter, and the chapters are overwhelmingly long. And I would love to simply be more brief, but everything happening is relevant to the plot, so. Sigh.

Now, the DamiTim fic.

That one is just going up because that fic is happening to me. I can't prevent that fic from occurring. I would love to think about something else, actually! That boy is so unwell! But that's what I'm feeling inspired about and lately I've only been able to write when something worms into my brain and I have to put it on the page immediately no matter where I am or what I'm doing (I have a newish manager who doesn't know how to write a schedule, so I'm currently on day 7 of a ten day stretch of work where I only had one day off, which I had to spend doing all my chores and then hosting D&D. So basically, gone are the days off where I could just sit at my computer and write for a day 😭😭😭).

Also, Ive been having problems with Know Yourself since May, but the DamiTim fic is just fucking pouring out of me fugue state style. My brain hasn't latched onto DamiTim and released Know Yourself in favor of it, it's that the claws of Know Yourself began to unsink from my flesh like, 2 months ago and DamiTim saw its chance. Like, this isn't about to be a cute analogy, but I feel like I'm vomiting out the DamiTim fic because it's a virus. It can't be in my brain anymore okay? I need it out. And it feels like a shame to have like, almost 40k words of it written and just sitting in my drafts when I could be updating it (which I'm sure you appreciate if you're loving that one too 😂), and it has the added benefit of yall knowing I haven't abandoned the fandom/preventing yall from thinking that something horrible has happened to me!

Tldr/to reiterate: yes I'm slowing down on Know Yourself, but it's not because of any of the other chaptered fics I'm working on.

Anyways, sorry this got long and ranty, I think I needed to vent all this out anyways so thank you for giving me a chance to do that!! And also thank you for phrasing your ask the way you did, I really appreciate you specifying that you're not complaining 😂 this is a valid question (that did not upset me but could've if the phrasing was different) and I didn't feel pressured so thank you!!! Ily anon 💕💖💚

#🥸 anon ask #batsasks #know yourself #bibatrambles #i hope this doesn't read like me feeling like I had to justify myself bc fr I don't feel like that #i just wanted to kvetch for a little bit 😂#everyone play nice with anon I'm not upset with them 💕

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netflixnormalthings · 2 years ago

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ronance request! how about them skipping rocks together at the lake :)

thanks you this is such a cute request and uhm i sure did something! hope it's all right, and for reference this is just a brainworm that could fit into one of my WIP's for an AU with no Upside Down shit/goverment shit/supernatural shit of season one and hopefully a few other details will reveal themselves upon reading :)

Nancy's breath is fogging up.

The lake was foggy, too, when they got here.

Right now Robin's picking up stones and skipping them off into Lover's Lake and refusing to talk.

So Nancy watches, unsure what to make of her. So far all she knows about her is the way her arms flex under threadbare sleeves and how her lanky frame swings to cast rocks into water well enough that they carry themselves far away. She's awkward, but still soft at the edges. Smoothed out like the rocks she's skipping.

Robin's teeth have a gap and they're kind of crooked. Her hair is tied up but her bangs still flop into her eyes.

She's part of Nancy's investigation because Robin is the only one who can help, and because Barb is missing and nobody is telling her anything and Nancy doesn't know what else to do.

Nancy sighs to the persistent noise of splashing on the water's surface, sounding from farther and farther away before a full stop.

"Me and Barb were friends in middle school," she hears Robin say.

"I know. That's why I'm here, because someone else already told me and you're the only one who could've been close enough to know or care what could've happened to Barb."

Robin ignores her.

Nancy fears that's the last she time she will hear Robin say anything and that whatever help she could have provided in finding Barb will vanish, like smooth stones beneath the lake.

Instead Robin hands her a rock. It's cold and heavy in her hand.

"Me and Barb went up here when things were too much for either or both of us. It was usually me, though."

Robin says all of this so casually, but it still feels like some sort of secret.

Nancy skips her stone. She stores this info for later and feels her brow crease.

Nancy is beginning to notice the bags under Robin's eyes.

They each pick up a a rock sanded down by the current long ago and skip them at the same time.

Robin's rock goes farther.

"We spent a lot of time up here. I still do. Maybe more, since I don't have Barb to talk to anymore, really. I used to talk with her for hours," and there's this small sort of grin Robin has.

Nancy wonders if maybe losing Barb, albeit in a different way than now, was why she took so long to say something.

She sort of relates, but more in the sense that she hasn't said things that felt real in a long, long time. At least not in public.

It seems Barb was the only one who could do anything for either of them. Nancy feels sick at the thought of not being able to find her and return the favor.

She wants to talk, she realizes. Well, more than that, listen.

Nancy sucks in a breath, and sits down on a log. Robin follows suit, and the breeze feels good enough that she can pretend things are fine.

It doesn't really work out, since they both have tears pricking in their eyes.

"I miss her. I have missed her for a long time and I don't want her to be gone forever."

Nancy watches Robin pull her knees up to her chest.

"So let's talk," is all she says back.

She reclines so she can bask in the sunlight peeking through November clouds and take in Robin's childhood stories while guilt Nancy is too tired to deny is connected to Barb buzzes in her chest.

LMAOOO im sorry you gave me a cute happy prompt and i turned it into mild angst uh hope yall enjoyed it send me more prompts if you like

#ronance #drabble #lu can maybe write #i gotta get on another one i just apparently cant write happy things rn #moots i love you #idk im happy with this snippet but i might use and/or rework it later #don't worry robin's in her depression era but i will make her more of a little shit in other moments #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #barbara holland #ig?#shes mentioned ok

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koicrimes · 5 months ago

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LET'S TALK ABOUT MY BEEF WITH JENNA AKIYAMA!!! 😤😤😤😤 LEAST FAVORITE RED HEAD OF ALL TIME!!! HOMEWRECKER!!!!

cw; sim death LMAO

okay, so it all started when nish decided to throw this black and white party for our housewarming, right? and this BITCH thought it'd be cute and funny to wear a fucking BATH TOWEL to our house as a dress.

now, im not one to slut shame. i honestly didn't care. i kinda thought it was funny at first but i did get kinda annoyed when masato started acting like i didn't fucking exist because he was so enamored by this bitch. i left it alone tho bc we're supposed to be poly so he can do as he please, technically.. right? so i was just like okay cool whatever. i guess but i mean it did bother me.

the party is over and this man turns into a super horndog immediately and is trying to fuck like- the second everyone leaves and i have a feeling that i have nothing to do with this energy of his but okay whatever. i handle business. we all go to sleep.

THIS MF HAS A WET DREAM ABOUT THIS HOE!!!!!!

THIS IS HOW I DISCOVER SIMS CAN HAVE WET DREAMS!!! JENNA FUCKING AKIYAMA'S BITCH ASS- NOT ONCE HAS HE HAD ONE ABOUT ME!!!! AND HE WAKES UP TRYING TO FUCK AGAIN- NO, NIGGA FUCK YOU! GO FUCK YOURSELF ACTUALLY!

so then, i gone somewhere to mind my business. next day, she's calling him. bitch, the fuck you calling him for????? WHEN DID YOU EXCHANGE NUMBERS!??!?!? so now im really beefin with this npc sim bc now yall playing in my face. like???

when nish is gonna hook up with somebody, it was like wham, bam, thank you maam and that was kinda the end of it. but aizawa is a fucking lover boy at heart and he's acting like he's obsessed with this bitch now. AND IM PISSED BC IM THE ONLY ONE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO OBSESS OVER SIR.

THE ONLY ONE!!!!

(i did let him answer the call for the drama of it all LMAO)

fast forward some time, and he's thinking about her again talking about he'd NEVER BEEN SO ATTRACTED TO NDFBHJSDFHSDHFS I CAN'T EVEN FINISH THE SENTENCE OMG AND THEN SHE INVITES HIM OUT SOMEWHERE AND THAT WAS THE FINAL STRAW FOR ME

so i did something crazy...

i've never done something like this before and im so embarrassed to admit this on tumblr dot com LMAOOOOOO but HEAR ME OUT-- i didn't save it. so it doesn't count.

so....

i went to play as her household and made her go outside and i used a kill command and she died..... in the middle of the street.... in the cold... then her husband came outside and started crying. LIKE SIR I JUST DID YOU A FAVOR SHE WAS CHEATING ON YOU!!!! OMG but then her kids came out... and then the guilt set in.. and after death did his thing i made them a part of their household and i was playing as death. my plan was to try to make the father fall in love with death so that death could take jenna's place as the other parent and then the kids would get over the loss of jenna (oh shut up, they're sims they dont know full grief) and they would find a new paternal figure in death and then they wouldn't fear death any more and it'd all be okay!

but the father was taking too long to get over it and i was losing my patience... so i killed him too. then the kids started losing their minds again and then the death that i made a part of the household started losing their mind because they were attached to the father and shit so i added the second death to the household to try and make the first death get over the loss of the father and make them both parents to the kids so that they didn't get taken by social services and then once i replayed my logic in my own head i realized how fucked up all of this was and i made myself acknowledge that this all started because a woman wore a towel to my party.

so with the sobs of two children ringing in my ears, i went to the main menu without saving and returned their household to it's original state...

and yet, here she is... never having learned her lesson.... taunting me....

DAMN LIKE why this bitch always show up somewhere talkin to my men in a fucking BATH TOWEL?????

I HATE THIS BITCH!

I CAN'T STAND THIS BITCH!

FUCK YOU! JENNA AKIYAMA WITCHYA HOE ASS!

#simsnonsense #sims npcbeef

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aissa-snapped · 2 years ago

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The Heathen and the Christian

Ivar the boneless x reader ( OC)

Word count: 3401

SUMMARY:When a young anglo-saxon meets Ivar in the woods, she thinks he is a nice innocent boy, only to be shocked when she finds out who he REALLY is and what he is capable of.

A/N:This is my 2nd time writing with Vikings. I hope yall like it. I am also apologizing for (possible) mistranslations of irish and icelandic. I might do a part two to this series cuz i like how its going. Also not readproof

1-Oh Cernunnos god of the forest bless me and guide me.

2- WAIT

3-That one is mine

4- Do that again and you`re dead

Wandering the woods at this time of the year, gave any passer-by a spectacular and magical scenery. The rays of sunshine were breaking through the branches, illuminating the forest in the most wonderful ways. Summer was without a doubt the best time of the year. The weather was finally favorable for farmers, crops were flourishing and nature was thriving. But there was a downside to it. This season naturally brought along raiding parties coming from the north, with the intention of pillaging and eradicating every village in sight of any gold or treasure.

Villagers were adivsed to be extremely wary of their surroundings, and in case of any suspicious sighting to report to the guards.

Walking out of the small one-room cottage, Frigyth took her woven basket, hanging it on her left arm and took steady steps towards the neighboring woods that surrounded her village. She was a young maiden, '' ready to be married'' according to her parents, who took her tasks very lightly. She came from a typical peasant family, with three other sisters and one brother. She was at that age where she cared more about enjoying life than actually being helpful around the house.

She begged her mother days in a row to let her go harvest some berries from the woods, seeing as that was her only opportunity to explore nature and relax a tad bit. She took her already forming path that led her into a meadow, hidden from view by some on-growing bushes. She found a larger boulder, and took a seat in a dent, placing her basket next to her. She had plenty of time to finish her task, she thought, so for now she could enjoy a little bit of warmth.

Clasping her hands in a prayer-way, she took a glance around her, making sure she was alone, and started chanting an old prayer she used to hear as a child from her grandmother.

Ó Cernunnos Dia na foraoise

beannaigh dom agus treoraigh

mé tríd an bhforaois...

From a small distance, the prayer spoken by the girl was heard by a trespasser, that was lurking around in the woods seeking some alone time. Instead, the stranger took a detour and followed the voice, leading him into the hidden meadow. upon his arrival, he analyzed the young lady up closely, noticing how she had her eyes closed, and was in a vulnerable state. It would`ve been very easy for the young Viking leader to take his dagger out and kill her on the spot, which was what he should be doing, otherwise he risked getting noticed by the saxon girl, who in return would alert the whole village of the presence of Vikings.

Or perhaps he could kidnap her, get any valuable information out of her and THEN kill her. That seemed like a better idea.

The warrior got lost in his thoughts for a few moments that only when he heard the girl gasp did he snap back to the current situation he was in. The young woman that was not so long ago sat in a peaceful position was now standing up, grabbing her basket in front of her, as if she thought it would protect her from the unknown boy. You did not need to be a schooled noble to notice that the stranger`s attire was different from the regular anglo-saxon clothing, and the weapons well secured around the belt hugging his waist were a big tell-tale sign that she had just ran face to face with a Viking.

Frigyth was not sure what she could possibly do to escape this situation. If she ran, would she meet other Vikings? Or perhaps if she yelled for help, the barbarians would much faster come in to the aid of the mysterious boy and do her in. Her mind along with her heart were racing, blood pulsing through her whole body, as if it was preparing for whatever would happen next. Feeling a giddy feeling in her stomach, she spotted her way out, then she got into a running position, one leg in front of the other, slightly leaning on it and being ready to sprint at any given time.

The Viking however, seemed too lost in his tracks to think of what he should do to her. He was observing her. Long, curly hair, with a vibrant color that glimmered in the sun. He felt sort of... entranced by her?

Before he let her go, he wolf whistled at her, gaining her attention. '' I am Ivar.'' He spoke in a very thick anglo-saxon accent. Frigyth did a double-take, not being sure she actually heard him speaking in HER language. While on the outside she remained frozen, her mind was filled with multiple questions. Probably because she has never heard foreigners speak her language- or because she has never faced a norman before.

'' What is your name?'' Asked the Viking in an iritated tone. The young girl was not sure it was a good idea to tell divulge her full identity. But realizing she had no other choice, she defeteadly answered.

'' Frigyth.'' It was a simple and short answer, for which she hoped it would suffice. But by the looks on the warrior, he smirked slowly at her, watching with predator eyes as she was shifting uncomfortably her weight from one foot to the other.

'' What was that prayer you were saying earlier? It did not sound like your language.'' The maiden`s heart started beating at an alarming rate. Deep down she knew, that the prayer she was chanting earlier was considered heresy and it was forbidden among the christians. But it`s not like him, a Viking, would go and tell on her to a guard. After all, weren`t they pagans as well?

'' It`s an ancient language. I was praying to Cernunnos, the god of the forest, fertility. I- It`s forbidden to pray to any other god other than the One True God. But my grandmother used to tell me that the old Gods never left and are ever present.'' She finished, admitting what has been laying in her heart for many years, sighing in happiness when she mentioned her grandmother.

To say Ivar was shocked at the newfound information was an understatement. In all his life, he had never encountered a christian praying to a different deity. He was getting more and more intrigued by the girl, and the logical part of his brain that was constantly nudging him to kill her was shutting down completely.

The young leader-who had previously found a good sitting spot on the grass- nudged his head towards the empty place next to him, indicating to her to take a seat. With careful, calculated steps, she approached him, leaving a few centimetres between them, just in case he was going to strangle her, or who knows what else.

'' So... tell me...'' He trailed off, in hopes that the girl would tell him something about herself.

With frowning brows, she kept silent, waiting for him to continue with a question. Ivar rolled his eyes, and asked her about her family.

'' We`re but a family humble peasants .'' The Viking could tell she loved cutting straight to the chase, not giving out any other detail unless asked.

Gaining all the courage she could muster, she turned slightly towards him, asking the dreaded question.

'' Where did you come from?''

Raising his eyebrows, Ivar chuckled darkly, shaking his head softly.

'' I don`t think you want to know.'' He admitted cynically.

'' Will that get me in trouble?'' She asked shyly.

'' You could say that.'' Smiling softly, Frigyth directioned her eyes to the ground, trying to ignore the burning stares of the curious Viking whose hand was slowly reaching up to her face, pausing for a second and taking a hold of a piece of her hair, and twirling it around his finger -almost lovingly so- which made her flinch for a second, before relaxing back and letting him play with strands of her hair.

The atmosphere between the two was peaceful, even though there was silence, but it was a welcoming one, in which neither felt the need to interrupt it. It was as if an unspoken rule was set. Both simply wanted to sit down and get lost between the thousands of trees and take a break from their societal obligations. Ivar leaned back on his elbows, straightening his legs in front of him, to give them a stretch, which gave the girl a full view of his crippled legs. She widened her eyes in surprise, but quickly gained her composure when she noticed Ivar clenching his jaw in anger, averting her eyes elsewhere.

It felt like they were there for an hour or two, when Frigyth sighed sadly and stood up, clenching the handle of the backet in her left fist and started taking small steps towards the hidden entrance marked by two bushes with a beaten track in between them. Ivar frowned, his eyes following her figure sharply, similar to a wolf following his prey.

'' I should go.'' Looking at her feet, she was swinging the basket slowly in her hand, as if waiting for the boy to stop her from going, although, deep down, she knew she was running behind with her tasks and she was bound to return home eventually, and her mother would not be happy if she came back empty handed.

Ivar nodded stoically, breaking his eyes from the girl and with a loud groan, he rolled onto his back, and began crawling towards the girl, ignoring her stares of bewilderment at his methods of traveling.

'' I should probably go too.'' He responded and begudgingly so.

'' It was nice meeting you.'' Frigyth complimented, with a small voice.

'' We will meet again, christian.'' He winked at her, which caused the maiden to let out a nervous laugh, having no idea what he could have possibly meant by that, and on that note, they both departed their own ways.

Upon her arrival back home, she was welcome by her worried mother, who seemed to have a look of concern mixed with irritation displaying across her face.

'' Where have you been?! It`s almost dark outside. And what is this? This is all you gathered in all this time you were gone?!'' She pointed at her basket, which was barely filled with any berries.

Frigyth shrugged off the hand her mother had placed on her shoulder, sprinting inside the cottage. The one-room hut was warm and all her family was gathered round at the table, chatting lively amongst eachother. Her presence was sensed by her father, and one by one her siblings all paused mid-conversation, to look at the newcomer. Her father smiled warmly at her, motioning with his hand to take a seat next to him.

'' We were wondering when you would come back Frig. Your mother was worrying terribly.'' He laughed, patting her back twice.

'' And I had all the reasons to. You know what they tell us, the priests. The woods are no longer safe.'' Her mother huffed angrily, stepping into the cottage and slamming the door shut, checking the small window incorporated in it for any intruders that might be lurking outside their homes. She took her seat, next to her husband and continued eating her freshly cooked pottage.

Frigyth`s father let out a breath of air, rubbing his face with his face. The rebel daughter rolled her eyes, pretending to be oblivious to what her mother was saying. Should she tell anyone that today she has met and spoken to a possible Viking? If she did, then she would reveal to everyone that she had been slacking rather than actually gathering food for the family, and she risked losing the task she was given, and probably forced to return to her old duties, which were mostly around the cottage. So she took the smarted option, and never mentioned the encounter with the stranger.

'' I know. Aelflead and the other blacksmiths think that we are to prepare for an attack.'' The father confessed sadly.

'' What makes you think that, dad?'' The youngest sibling asked, with her curious natured eyes.

'' Because sweetie, we have been ordered by the king to forge as many swords and shields as fast as we can manage. But when we tried asking the guards why, he refused to tell us. They were all acting suspicious.'' He shrugged, ripping a piece of the wholemeal bread and dipping it in the stew.

Frigyth was starting to get nervous. What if they are about to be attacked? But again, Ivar did not look dangerous. Evenmore, he was crippled. Surely that meant he was maybe thrown out of his tribe and forced to die alone. And even if she decided to tell her family about her encounter, in what way would that help them escape the fury of a Viking raid?

The contact she had with the mysterious boy was what kept her awake most of the night, and by the time her body was exhausted and allowed her to fall asleep, the rooster was already crowing, alerting the family that it was dawn and that meant time to go back to work. However, something felt odd. While Frigyth`s family members were grumbingly getting out of bed, the young maiden heard screams and clanks of swords outside. When realization hit her, she alerted her family to be silent for a second in order for them to pay attention to what might have been going outside.

''Haeddi, take the girls and hide in the barn. Wilfred and I are going outside to see what is happening.'' The father instructed his wife. ''Here, grab this.'' He threw a newly forged seax to his son, and he took an old rusty looking blade for himself, gesturing with his head towards the door. '' Let`s go.'' With one solemn look, Frigyth`s father glanced at his girls, holding a strong and loving eye contact with his wife, silently reassuring her that everything was going to be all right.

When the girls were left alone, Haeddi looked at her daughters, trying to contain the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. '' We`re going outside. Stick close to each other. Once we reach the barn, find a hiding spot. Underneath the hay, behind it. I don`t` know. But do it as fast as you can. We don`t know what awaits us out there.'' The four girls looked at her mother, nodding shakily and following closely behind her towards the door. The mother was counting with her fingers how many seconds they had left before she would open the door and the chaos would start. Frigyth could hear the faint screams of terror coming from the villagers and once the door was open and they started running, everything went in slow motion. The action outside became more vivid. The shrieks and cries of pain were amplified and all of those made the girls run faster than they had ever done so in their entire lives.

Once they safely reached the barn, her mother grabbed the youngest offspring and she chucked them both behind some haystacks. The other two sisters went off climbing on a ladder and finding a safe space to bury in.

Frigyth was looking around, trying to find the first hidin place and duck under it, but to her terror, she was forcefully grabbed by her arm by a very muscular man, that looked like he could eat her alive. She gulped, eyes wide open and heart drumming against her chest, almost as if it was ready to jump out of her chest. He gave her an animalistic smile, that sent shivers down to her spine. Her sisters and mom were watching terrified from the hiding spots how poor Frigyth was going to get killed...or worse.

With an unmatchable force, he turned her around with her back facing him, and raising his axe and readied himself to cut her thin linen dress open, ignoring her pleas and screams to stop, but a powerful voice made him pause mid-action.

''BÍÐA!'' Both the cruel man and Frigyth turned their heads to look at whoever just stopped the brutal Viking. The girl couln`t believe her eyes. Sitting in a single seated strange looking carriage pulled by a beautiful white stallion, sat the very guy that around this time the other day she was enjoying her time with in the meadow.

''ÞESSI ER MINN!!'' Ivar approached the enormous barbarian and pulled him away from his victim by his hair, holding his dagger against his throat.

''Gerðu þetta aftur og þú ert dauður!!'' He spat with venom, letting go of him. When he looked at the shaken lady, he softened his eyes, offering a friendly hand for her to take. She shakily shook her head no, losing any trust she had in him.

Seeing how reluctant she was, Ivar huffed annoyed. '' If you come with me, you`ll be safe.'' He promised. She glanced back at her mother and sisters-who were terrifyingly and confusingly observing the interaction between the two-, looking back and forth between them and him. He instantly put two and two together, and rolled his eyes playfully. '' They will not be harmed IF... you come with me.''

But before she had any chance to speak, her father and brother came rushing to her aid. Wilfred, her brother, seemed unharmed, except for a few cuts here and there and some blood staining his blade, but her father seemed to have a pretty deep cut on his side, that was bleeding alarmingly.

'' STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!'' Her father yelled, pointing his old and chipped sword at the Viking.

Ivar mockingly raised both his arms in surrender, faking a terrified expression. After a few moments, he then grabbed his trusty dagger, swirling it smoothly around his finger and pointing behind him at the army that was currently ravaging the village.

''See that? I am the leader of all of them. I can order them to stop anytime if I want to. That is why I am asking YOU again.'' He pointed his dagger in Frigyth`s direction. '' Are.You.Coming.With.Me?'' He asked slowly, putting an emphasis on each word, to ensure he was being understood.

The curly haired girl looked with saddening eyes at her dad, who was still clutching his sword with all his being, as if believing THAT could actually help her, then at her brother, who was copying his father`s movements, but with less confidence and then at her mother and sisters, who were all shaking their heads no and crying silently, not knowing what the outcome of this woul be.

There was no backing out of this. She had two simple but impactful choices. She either went with him, probably ending up a slave, but at least her family was safe, or so she hoped. Or she could refuse, and get killed by the previous Viking.

With determined steps, she approached Ivar, making him smirk in victory. Her father yelled at her angrily to get back there behind him, but she was already climbing Ivar`s carriage. The young ruler grabbed her hand softly, guiding her to sit on his knees, that she now got to observe, were covered in some sort of metallic braces.

Once she took her seat in his lap, he stroked her hair with one hand, while whispering in her ear. ''Good girl.'' She sat frozen in his lap, letting him wrap a strong arm around her waist to keep her steady.

She took a one last glance at her family, waving sadly at them and struggling to keep her composure.

'' They will be safe, right?! You promised!'' She asked desperately, glacing back at her house, which was now growing to be more and more far away.

'' On my arm ring.'' He pledged, placing his palm over his bracelet for a moment, showing her that he was serious about his oath. Grabbing with one arm the reins and with the other gripping her tightly against him, he yelled something in Old-Norse to the other men, fleeing the village afterwards towards an unknown location to the girl, from where a new life was about to start for her. She could only hope it was going to be good.

#vikings #ivar lothbrok #ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #ivar x you #ivar x oc #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless x oc #fluff #possessive #dark ages

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