#I found out later he didn't speak to women straight up

[scentedluminarysoul]

So I'm looking for a rheumatologist and internet search led me to the website of one that already made a horrible first impression

On the homepage they had a sentence: "If you got a diagnosis from Google, don't to us for a second opinion but instead go to Yahoo"

Yikes. MASSIVE red flag. Like, I get that it can be annoying, but self diagnosis is valid and often the first step in even figuring that something is wrong and you need to go a doctor to get it checked out

If a patient comes to you saying, "Hey, so I think I might have X", you don't roll your eyes and chase them off. You ask them why they think that and let them explain their symptoms and go from there

Google review also paint a bleak picture of this doctor btw; apparently they're aggressive and yell at patients and tell them they're a waste of time and to suck it up and that it can't be bad if they hadn't seen a doctor about it before and they don't seem to care about med side effects

This is why a lot of chronic illnesses go untreated for a long time. Doctors who think they know all and are God, while not listening to their patients and scoffing at them or worse

[katskitoshi]

"W-WAIT, YOU'RE NOT A BOY?" with TWISTED WONDERLAND

synopsis: he's gotten to the point where he thinks he knows everything about you, until you (accidentally) spring on him that you're not even a guy.

characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel, idia, ortho, malleus, lilia, silver, & sebek x fem! reader

includes: mutual crush relationships (everyone -ortho), cursing, mentions panties and bras, slightly suggestive in some parts.

--------------------------------------------------------------

if not for an unbirthday party where you needed an outfit that accommodated your body more, riddle rosehearts would have never noticed unless you outwardly told him. only now did he realize your more feminine features, and he turns as red as his hair. after realizing, he does treat you slightly more respectful because he was raised to treat women respectfully. besides being more respectful, flustered, and in love with you, not much changed in you two's friendship.

trey clover would have found out sooner or later even if his hand never touched your bra on accident while tying your apron. he straight up asks if you're a girl, and when you tell him you are he acts surprised and flustered. honestly, not much changes. he acts the exact same but gets slightly more protective of you.

when cater diamond found out over magicam that you were a a girl, he nearly died. he just though you were one of the guys that were more naturally feminine, only to find out you're actually a female. honestly, he's not mad. he still loves you! he'll help you keep it a secret if you wish, but if you don't want to, there probably won't be a student in the school who doesn't know you're a girl. but don't worry, he'll keep all those icky pervs away!

okay, okay. because he's a little shit, he wanted to prank you and it just happened to involve you dressing yourself. so ace trappola waited until he knew you were changing to barge into your room, only to be face to face with you in just a bra and panties. he screams, like a girl, more girly than you, and rushed out the dorm with his face red. the next day is awkward, but at least he knows his crush is a girl, and that you have a really cute body under the clothes that convinces others you're a boy.

it's just so strange, the feelings deuce spade has. he even calls his mom and tells her all about his little crush. but by the way he was describing you, ms. spade didn't think you were a guy. so deuce builds up the courage to ask you if you're actually a guy. to his surprise when you tell him you're not, he dies of embarrassment. queue delinquent deuce whenever someone makes some pervy comment (or generally speaks) to you.

honestly, leona kingscholar probably knew already. he could probably sense or smell the female hormones on your or something. i don't know, all i know is that leona knows. he doesn't really have to ask or anything. he just knows. and you think he knows because he treats you better than any other male in the school. his attitude towards you doesn't ever really change but he's definitely flirty with you.

ruggie bucchi is in the same boat is leona. they both can just tell you're not a guy. however, he fears you. male hyenas usually listen to their female counterpart, so ruggie usually just listens. however, when he realizes he has control and that you aren't a threat, he's definitely becomes more friendly around you. no matter how much he fears you, his crush never ever leaves.

i won't lie, but every person in savanaclaw probably knows you're a girl. jack howl included. he won't make it painfully obvious that he knows but he definitely lets you know subtly know he knows. he shows you great amounts of respect and sometimes can't help but feel absolutely vile for thinking of you in some... not so respectful ways.

look, you're gonna give the poor octopus a heart attack once he finds out! you're filling out a contract and you inform azul ashengrotto that you're a girl and ask for certain things to be changed. he simply dies on the spot from shock and is a blushy little octopus. he thinks of using you to convince more people to the monstro lounge, but he can't do that to his crush!

just as expected, jade leech finds out rather quickly. one walk in the forrest on a hot day and a crop top with some sweat soaking through was enough to spill the beans. of course he had his suspicions, but you confirmed them for him! he finds you somehow cuter with your secret revealed. don't worry, your secret is safe with him!

floyd leech always thought you were just so cute! so, he just has to squeeze you to show you his love, right? when he squeezed you, he felt something push against him. he realized what he felt was what all the female merfolk had. "oh, shrimpy! you have boobs!" and he enjoys squeezing your boobs more than you. it doesn't matter if they're big or small, he just can't stop squeezing them!

this shouldn't come as a surprise, but it takes kalim al-asim a long time to find out. i mean, he can quite literally see you naked and be like "wow! you're very female-bodied for a guy!" of course, he didn't find out that way, but he could have. he actually found out by spilling water on you and seeing your bra. anyways, he's surprisingly calm about it. he still treats you like a friend that he has an obvious crush on, so yeah!

jamil viper is surprisingly shocked at what he found out. a little cooking mishap caused you to take off your oversized hoodie and make jamil realize your more... feminine features on your upper body. of course, he's a lot more over protective of you, and oh! he just can't stop staring! he tries his best, but his crush is just a bit more apparent!

he had always had his suspicions. vil schoenheit always thought your more feminine appearance had been more than some accidental blessing. apparently, he was proven right when on a shopping spree he got a little look of your breasts while trying on some clothes. he'll bring you all sorts of clothes that he thinks will suit you, enjoying getting to see you try on the clothes. you can tell he knows your little secret by the more.. risky.. clothes, if you can even call them that, he requests you in.

rook hunt knew from the first second he saw you. you come into night raven and expect not to be observed by the hunter? how cute. he gets actual confirmation when he was watching you change one night. of course he looked away while you were naked (maybe not), but he saw your bra and completely knew. the next day, he obviously hugged you more to try and egg you on that he knows (and feel you), but don't worry, it doesn't take to long to find out.

okay, so epel felmier though you two were on the same boat. two really pretty men cursed by genetics somehow. but, after he takes you on a magic wheel ride and feels you against him, he realizes he is alone. he's obviously flustered but he feels more manly somehow? he protects you and comes off as manly as possible. surely other guys will see how manly he is if his crush, and the only girl on campus, sees it, right?

when idia shroud found out, he was more than surprised and honestly didn't even think he could face you ever again! with a bit of convincing from his dear little brother, he could face you again. although with pink tinted hair and a red face, he'll still see you! how did he find out exactly? well, he accidentally touched you boob when aiming to punch your shoulder after a won game.

(platonic) a simple body scan gave ortho shroud the answers he needed. ortho is the biggest idia x [name] shipper on the planet! he'll call you 'big sister', and probably lock you in a room with idia if it'll help speed up the love-i-fication process. eventually he'll break the news to his brother, but he loves playing the waiting game with him. is idia getting any closer to finding out? no- wait, yes, wait-!

malleus draconia is an intelligent man. however, to crack this mystery, he'll need every clue and sign laid before him. once he pieces the picture together, he still might need to to clarify that you are in fact a woman. and don't forget, malleus is a gentleman. he'll treat you with love and respect as he courts you, beds you, and makes you his queen.

at some age, you just realize what everyone is, y'know? lilia vanrouge just knows that you're a girl. it probably started out at a gut feeling that ended up true. and maybe he'll let you know that he knows by giving you a cutely wrapped box of matching black and pink panty and bra set! maybe with a rose and a note that says 'be my girl?'

sleepyhead silver realizes completely by accident when he just wanted to lay on your shoulder. next thing you know, you've pulled his head to your thighs and when he tries to look up, he's meet with a new type of pillow. he's conflicted between staying awake or going to sleep upon this newfound discovery. either way, don't think that his sleepiness will prevent him from wanting to be as knightly as possible for you.

sebek zigvolt accidentally unhooks your bra when trying to fix your posture. it's an awkward moment and sebek is surprisingly quiet when he asks you your gender. his loudness returns as he begins yelling about how informal he's been to you. as a servant of his dear master malleus, he promises to treat you with the utmost respect!

[moonydustx]

warnings: mention of pain/migraines (period-related), mention of wanting to have children (but no mention of pregnancy). Law is a great boyfriend and doctor, as always. Completely self-indulgent since I've been feeling sick for the last week and had to hear the doctor laugh about it. Okay, I think that's enough for here.

You hated these days. You hated having a uterus and having to deal with all the problems it brought. You also hated the idea of ​​wanting to have children - perhaps in a hypothetical and distant future - and this prevented you from getting rid of the organ.

You wanted to feel like other women, some cramps, mood swings and that was fine, but every month a few days before your period it was the same pain that went through your head. If it was your uterus that hurt, you would just ask him to remove the organ for a few days, but what do you do when it was your brain?

Feeling the first pangs, you immediately dropped your task, Law would understand the case. You took the small card out of your pocket and left it hanging next to the groceries you organized. It was an easy way to communicate on bad days, since talking out loud hurt enough that you chose not to speak.

Walking at a leisurely pace, the images around you became colorful blurs and even with just a few minutes between the start of the pain and the current moment, you already felt your head throbbing. Opening the room shared with Law, you felt around the dresser and found the pills, swallowing them without water. Afterwards, your body found comfort in the darkness of the room in the sheets that even covered your head.

I took the day off. Tomorrow, I'll be back.

Law tapped his fingers over the card. He always kept a calendar to keep track of these days and the card you had drawn by hand was just a trace of the little agreement between the two of you for when the day was bad with the problem he hadn't yet found the perfect remedy for.

Passing through the kitchen and his living room, Law picked up what little was capable of improving his situation. The closed door and the silence and darkness of the room indicated that it was another one of the crises.

"My heart?" the cute nickname used on rare occasions reached your ears in a whisper. You knew that Law was too rational for that kind of name, calling you that showed how much he loved you - and in that situation how worried he was. Law struggled to close the door without any noise. You knew he was next to you when you felt the bed dip. "How are we with the pain?"

"I took my pills, but it still hurts." your low, broken voice hurt him more than you could notice. It was frustrating for Law to be a doctor but still not have found the ideal solution.

"Babe did you eat?" your mumble in denial was the answer he already suspected. "Okay. Let's at least have some water, okay?"

He supported you to sit down and, still being held by him, drink the glass full of water that he had brought.

"Good job." he whispered, laying you down again and using the sheets to cover you once more. "I left here some more water and a den den mushi, straight to my room. If you need it, just call and I'll be back here."

"Thank you my love." The words left your lips when Law placed a small kiss on your shoulder.

As much as he wanted to stay there and hold you, wait for you to get better, he knew that taking time for you to be still and silent was the best option or at least the one you chose. He also knew that when you wanted, you would definitely seek his help.

The hours of that afternoon dragged on for Law, while for you they passed a little faster. Although it didn't completely help with the pain, the medicine gave you equivalent sleep for the whole day. Waking up a few hours later, the first thing you reached for was the other water your boyfriend had left there. Emptying the glass in a matter of seconds, you stopped to understand how you felt. Some of the pain had eased and you could see clearly now.

Feeling for the door, you soon found the handle and opened it little by little, letting the light invade the place. Blinking a few times to adapt to the light, you went to where you imagined finding your boyfriend. Sitting at the table, stacks of paper stacked in front of him and an apparently hot cup placed in front of Law, focused on whatever the task was.

"Come in." he answered the two knocks on the door you gave. When he raised his face and came across your figure, his face immediately softened. "Hi babe. How are you feeling?"

"A little better." the firmness in your words reassured him. "Can I stay with you for a while?"

"No need to ask." he dragged the chair back. "Just turn off the light and get cozy." he opened his arms.

Following his brief orders, it only took a few seconds for you to be cuddling up to Law, letting your face hang under the back of his head.

"I won't disturb you if I stay here?" you looked up a little, watching him adjust the small reading lamp on the table.

"Never. I'm glad you came, so I can at least take care of you a little." he spoke still in the same low tone he had used previously. "Unless you want to go to our room."

"Do you mind if I sleep here a little longer?"

"It's okay my heart. Just let me know when you need something, okay?" His hand remained on your back, making a light caress. "Love?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry I haven't found the solution yet." Law's regretful tone almost revealed that all the papers on his desk were about possible treatments, possible surgeries, possible solutions to a small problem that managed to leave you like that, hurt and vulnerable.

"No problem. " you placed a quick kiss on his cheek. It was frustrating and brought tears to your eyes knowing that even if tomorrow or the next day you woke up well, in a few weeks you would be visited by that torment again. "I love you for at least trying."

"Please, don't cry." as if he could read your mind, Law asked immediately, pulling your face to look at his and finding your eyes on the verge of tears. "First, it's going to make it hurt even more and second, I promise I'll find something."

"Or..."

"No, I'm not going to put your brain in a jar of formaldehyde." Even with the entire dark environment and being physically impossible, Law could have sworn that the light laugh that escaped your lips lit up the entire room. "Just rest, my love. Tomorrow, if you wake up better, we can go up to the surface, get some sun and think about more solutions together, okay?"

"Or can we just eat chocolate and read together?"

"Whatever you want. Now rest, my heart, you deserve it."

[ghoulystay]

Jealous?

Simon "Ghost" Riley and y/n story.

Female reader. Smut. 18 and over!

Jealous. One trait Ghost would never show. it wasn't in his nature to be jealous, but you definitely had a plan up your sleeve.

You, Ghost, Soap, Konig, Price, and the rest of the team were on holiday, and you all decided to go to a pub. You, being the only female in the team, never bothered you at all. You got used to it. You all have been a team for a long time now. Every holiday leave, you all would decide to go out together before leave was over. You couldn't wait to get there, especially when you had a plan up your sleeve. You wanted to make Ghost jealous. Why? Because if there was one thing about Ghost that you discovered all the years being together was (jealous Ghost) meant rough and long sex. I mean, sure, you both made love and fucked every day and night but you wanted MORE.

At the Pub. A long night later.

The whole team was drunk at this point. Women throwing themselves at the men was such a funny thing cause it happened everywhere yall went. But you always had fun, Ghost would watch you from afar as he drank his beer. You respected the fact that he wasn't the partying type. You wouldn't want him any other way. As you danced the night away and being buzzed as fuck you thought of your plan. Who to use as the bait? Coincidence, you felt some arms go around your waist, a drunk random man grabs you, and instead of pushing him off, you use this to your advantage. You turn and wrap your arms around his neck and start dancing and laughing. You notice some of the guys from the team look at you and the drunk guy they know exactly what's going to go down. You look towards Ghosts direction, but to your surprise, he's gone as if he vanished.

Where the hell is he? You look everywhere, but he's nowhere to be found. "What the fuck!" You thought. Suddenly, he appears behind the drunk man like a phantom in the shadows appearing.

Ghost didn't hesitate. "POW!" He punches the man in the face. The man falls straight to the floor, knocked the hell out. You look into Ghosts eyes as he looks at you, and he approaches you, grabbing you by the hand he says nothing to neither you nor the team as you both walk away and out of the pub. As he drove you both home, he was silent. You knew he was pist. For some reason, it made you horny.

At home.

He opened the door to the house, waiting for you to walk in first. As you make your way in, you hear the door close behind you as well as the sound of his heavy footsteps behind you. You turn to face him, his face already inches from yours. "Well, princess, what do you have to say for yourself." You feel the heat coming from your body, his eyes dark and sexy filling you up with such desire for him. "I wanted to make you jealous." You accidentally let out a small chuckle. "Is something funny, love?" He says in a firm tone. You were definitely drunk. "Oh, come on, Simon baby, I just wanted to make you jealous is all." You laugh. "Bedroom now." He ordered. You looked at him confused. "That's an order, y/n." He demands. You walk to the bedroom with him walking behind you inches away. He closes the bedroom door and locks it. You face him, ready to ask what he was doing, but before you could speak, he speaks first. "Strip. Now." He demanded. You do as you're told and get completely naked. He takes his shirt off, leaving his mask and pants on. "Get on the bed, princess." You follow his command. You lay your back on the bed, and he gets closer, spreading your legs open he grips your thighs, pulling you closer. You know that's gonna leave marks, but you didn't care. "You wanted me jealous, didn't you?" He says as he begins unzipping his pants, exposing his long and hard cock. "Yes... I wanted you to fuck me rough tonight if I succeeded." You confessed your plan. He gets on top of you both arms above your shoulders as his eyes stare into your soul. "Oh.. is that right... well, I'll definitely give the princess what she wants." As he lifts his mask above his mouth, his lips crash onto yours, he lifts up, getting himself in position, his dick entering your tight little cunt.

"Ah... yes..." Your eyes rolling back, he felt so good inside of you. "You want rough? Hmm." He whispers into your ear. You nod as you bite down on your bottom lip. Without hesitation, he thrusts into you, but this time, he goes deeper and harder. The pain and pleasure mixed together was unfathomable. Body to body, sweat to sweat was the best combination. Your hands roam around on his back, and your nails claw into his skin after each thrust. Each carnal thrust had you screaming and moaning his name.

"Scream baby, scream daddy's name..."

His thrusts got messier and messier, and you loved every second of it. You didn't want it to end. "Fuck!! Oh... Si..mon... yessss.."

His grunts and moans were such a turn-on. You felt your climax approaching. "I'm.. gonna.. ah.. cu.." As he continues to thrust harder, he grabs your hair and pulls it back, looking deep in your eyes. "Cum for daddy princess." He says as he buries his face into your neck. You feel it approaching, and as in command, you both climax together, moaning dirty sins at each other. You both lay there still connected, both out of breath, full of lustful sweat. Foreheads pressed against each other's.

Afterwards.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Simon. That was definitely a stupid game." You tell him as you pull the blankets up to your bodies, getting ready for bed. He turns to you.

"If you want it rough, just say so love." He winks at you. You couldn't help but blush. "I love you, Simon." You reach over to plant a kiss on his lips. Before he kisses you back, he pulls his head away. "I knew all about your plan, lovie." He smiled and winked at you again. You shoved him playfully. "Simon Riley!" You burst into laughter, I mean, how can you stay mad at him. "I'm always down for games, princess." He kisses you as you both sink into the bed for another round.

The End.

[mi-rae07]

Jeong Yunho : Fell In Love With A Pirate (Part 2/7)

Pairing : Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and named character (Kim Yumi)

______________________

It had been the 10th day and yunho felt stupid. For his entire life he had scoffed at Romeo for having fallen in love with Juliet within merely a day and dying for her a few days later, he had always found it dumb. But now here he was, watching yumi talk to her crewmates about important directions and predicting the weather while he leaned against the side of the ship, his arms wrapped around his knees close to his chest.

He didn't know why out of everyone, he was falling in love with the one person he knew he could never have. She was a captain of a pirate ship, she deserved her freedom out in the sea. While he was the future king of a nation that was close to it's ruining, all he would receive in his future were shackles that would bind him to his throne and his nation. Then what the fuck was he thinking, falling for her like that. His mother would go pale from seeing his choice of women.

But he couldn't help it. Maybe it was the way she talked to him, or the way she would smile at the things he said and actually pay attention to it. Or maybe the way she would tell him of her stories in voyage as he slept in the night. Or maybe when she held his hand whenever he got scared from the violent sea at night. Whatever it was, he was slowly starting to love her, and this wasn't going to help.

Yunho flinched away from his thoughts as yumi plopped down beside him, looking at yunho intently as she asked

Yumi : what are you thinking, prince?

Yunho shook his head, looking away from her. He couldn't even handle looking at her anymore without swooning or saying something he probably never should.

Yunho : nothing.

Yumi : you sure?

Yunho : yeah.

Yumi : okay.

Except yumi knew it wasn't true. yunho wasn't the only person who noticed things, she was a captain, she was raised to notice when things were off. And nothing about yunho had been proper since the past 3 days. The way he would look at her, the way his cheeks turned pink when she came too close, it was all normal for her. She was a pirate and people had come close to her many times, maybe even in bed. But yunho was a prince, if anything he had only been used to people bowing down to him and staying away from him because he was too high a rank for them.

Yunho : noona?

Yumi : yes, prince?

Yunho : what…what happens if someone falls in love with you?

Yumi laughed, looking at yunho as if he had gone crazy.

Yumi : with me? You don't really think anyone in the right mind would fall for someone like me, do you?

Yunho frowned

Yunho : what? Why-

Yumi : because look at me! I have blonde hair that never seems to stay straight. I have calloused hands that are rougher than granite, and men always prefer soft hands on ladies. I have no lady-like manners, I speak and curse like the pirate that I am, and I have too many scars from battles. No one would ever fall in love with me, you're being quite stupid.

Yunho : I'm not. There are thousands of men in my land who would die to get a woman like you as their partner.

Yumi : your land's just crazy then.

Yunho sighed and rested his head on his knees, looking out into the sea. Yumi believed no man could fall in love with her, so then how was he supposed to tell her he loved her? Would she do something to him? Or drop him off at the next island?

Yumi : why'd you ask me that question, prince?

Yunho : no reason.

Yumi : I'm not stupid, I see the way you look at me prince.

Yunho's eyes widened as he sat up straight, looking at yumi in shock. If anything, he hadn't expected to hear that from her. He thought he had been discreet.

Yunho : w-what?

Yumi : did you fall in love with me, jeong yunho?

She didn't know whether she hoped he did. Usually when you start to like someone, you hope they would to. But yumi realized their case wasn't as simple as that.

Yunho : noona, I can't…I'm not supposed to-

Yumi : we don't always do things we're supposed to, prince. I don't care about the suppositions no more, I wanna know whether you love me or not.

Yunho just stared at yumi, not really knowing what to say. He wasn't going to tell her, yumi already knew, she had to find another way. Yumi sighed and stood up, holding out her hand for yunho to hold

Yunho : what?

Yumi : come, I wanna take you somewhere.

Yunho : we're…at a ship.

Yumi : mhmm?

Yunho : in the middle of a sea.

Yumi : I know, prince.

Yunho let out a breath and held yumi's hand, lifting himself up as he said

Yunho : you're crazy.

________________________

Yunho : BY THE ANGEL, JESUS CHRIST!

Yumi smirked as she said

Yumi : suddenly feeling holy?

Yunho screamed as he held on to yumi tighter, trying not to get washed away from the back of the ship out into the infinite sea. When yumi had said she wanted to take him somewhere, he hadn't expected it to be at the edge of the ship where the it opened out into the sea almost like a slide. It was like a slide after all, it went from the top of the ship, where you climbed down the steps and you eventually stood on a flat broad piece of wood with railings around it, except for where it opened out into the sea, like the ship's tail. But the ship kept moving and so did the water, which made it enter the piece of wood. And the continuous splashing of the water had already drenched yunho's lower half.

One slip of hand, and yunho would fall right into the sea. Except yumi was holding him, looking as if she'd done this a million times before.

Yunho : AM I-AM I GOING TO DIE??

Yumi : don't be stupid, no.

The ship moved forward once again as yunho yelped, the water splashing on him. Yumi giggled at the way yunho looked, letting go of the railing and stepping out into the wooden board as well, drenching her feet completely in water.

Yunho : OH NO NO NO, SOMEBODY HAS TO HOLD THE RAILING OR WE'LL BOTH-

Yumi : prince-

Yunho : SHIT I CAN'T DIE SO YOUNG-

Yumi : yunho, shh.

Yunho paused, staring at yumi as she held both his hands, gripping it tight in hers before whispering

Yumi : I'm holding you, I won't let go.

Yunho : I-

Yunho cut himself off with yet another scream as the ship thrusted forward sharply, making yunho fall on yumi as she leaned against the railing with a laugh. Yunho smiled at her, droplets of water falling on her cheeks as the sun cast a golden glow on her.

Yumi : you look so scared for someone who's supposed to be king some day.

Yunho : yeah well a king doesn't have to hang by the edge of a ship at any point of his rule.

Yumi giggled and was about to say something when the ship tilted towards the side, making yunho fall closer to yumi as his hands instinctively held her waist. The both of them paused, realizing how close they were to each other. Yunho could feel yumi's breath on his lips, her gaze muddling his thoughts altogether. Just a little bit more and her lips-

Yunho closed the gap between them as he connected their mouths together in a passionate kiss, pulling yumi closer to him as he kissed her deep. Yumi smirked into the kiss and wrapped one of her arm around his neck, the other holding onto the railing behind her to steady them. This was what she wanted to know, and now she did.

Another harsh thrust made water splash on them, completely drenching them now as yunho pulled back, gasping for breath as he came back from his daze. Yumi chuckled, holding yunho's cheek before whispering

Yumi : I told you it'd be fun.

Yunho : f-fun! Yes, totally because I had planned for my first kiss to happen on the edge of a ship with water raining down on me every 5 seconds.

Yumi froze, her eyes slightly widening as she asked

Yumi : this was your first kiss?

Yunho let out a shaky breath and pulled back, looking anywhere but at yumi

Yunho : royals don't get the time to…sleep around.

If anything, yumi had thought yunho would've slept with a minimum of 20 ladies before entering this ship.

Yumi : but you're a man-

Yunho : I couldn't find anyone who made me desire them, noona.

Yumi chuckled as she asked, brushing her hair back from her forehead

Yumi : so you desire me?

Yunho : wh-what, n-I just…I was…god!

Yunho quickly climbed up the stairs and walked hastily towards the inside of the ship, leaving yumi below with a smile on her face. She chuckled as she leaned against the railing, closing her eyes as she threw her head back to feel the wind and water on her.

Now she knew what yunho felt for her and god save her, because there was nothing that could stop her anymore from loving that man all the more for it.

_______________________________

Yunho had another sip of the brandy that yumi had told him not to drink, all while sitting opposite to yumi on the dining table as she stared at him intently. The 9 other crew members were sitting beside them, having their dinner while chattering away happily. Yunho had gotten close to them as well within the past 10 days, he could now remember all their names as well.

San, Wooyoung, Mingi, Jongho, Yeosang, Haneul, Si-yeon, Mina and Hye-In. they were all from different provinces or different kingdoms, all except for San and Haneul who were siblings. Mina seemed to be the one closest to yumi, she had grown up with yumi after all in the same village. However yunho seemed to like Mingi the most, with his beautiful smile and humor-filled words, he was the bestfriend 15 year old yunho would have wanted if his father hadn't refused to give him one saying rulers should learn to be on their own. They had formed a gang almost 3 years ago and most of them seemed to be of the same age, yumi was the oldest and was the daughter of a man who once used to be a pirate captain as well, hence she had automatically become the captain of this gang as well.

And now the same woman was sitting here, watching as yunho got more drunk as minutes passed, his tolerance for brandy being very low since this was the very first time he had ever even had one. Which was why yumi had asked him not to have brandy but of course, yunho never listened much.

San : so then I jumped onto the other pirate ship, dragging a screaming wooyoung along with me.

Wooyoung : yah! I wasn't screaming! It was the chicken.

All the others laughed at this, yunho taking yet another sip of his brandy while giggling.

Mina : captain, you alright there?

Yumi looked up at mina, nodding slightly

Yumi : I'm fine.

Hye-in : you don't seem to be paying attention though.

Yumi : I've heard this story a million times, I don't get how ya'all still manage to laugh along.

Mingi : we just don't want to disappoint our sannie.

Mingi gave san a fake sympathetic look as san rolled his eyes and threw a piece of bread at him, making mingi giggle.

San : the prince is new here! He hasn't heard my tales of valor, have you, lord prince?

Yunho : deffffinitely not! It is quiiite amusing, if I may say so myself!

Yumi groaned at the way yunho's words slurred, making the others smile at how adorable he looked right now. Which, well, yumi could agree. His cheeks were red, his smile never fading for a single second within the past hour of having chatted along with the crew. But he was at his limit, yumi could see it.

Yumi : okay, we're going to bed.

At that everyone let out groans and complains, but quickly shut up as yumi shot all of them a glare before walking up to yunho, holding his arm and tugging at it

Yumi : come on, stand up.

Yunho : no, no no! I wan-want to have some mooore-

Yumi : shut the fuck up and hold onto me if you don't wish to fall down.

Yumi lifted yunho up in ease, making him yelp and fall onto her as he hiccupped against her shoulder.

Yeosang : aww, he's adorable.

Si-yeon : we should keep him.

Yumi wished.

Yumi : yeah no, goodnight guys. Sleep well.

Haneul : goodnight captain.

The others said their goodnight's too before yumi dragged yunho out of the dining area, yunho waving cutely over her shoulders to the rest of the crew as they smiled at how adorable he was when he got drunk and waved back.

Yumi walked up to yunho's room slowly, yunho mumbling something into her shoulders while leaning onto her

Yumi : stop mumbling prince.

Yunho giggled, resting his chin on yumi's shoulders as he looked up at her and said

Yunho : do you know how stupid I find myself for falling in love with you within barely a week?

Yumi : yeah well, I'm pretty easy to love, I suppose.

Yunho : you're beautiful.

Yumi felt her heart flutter at those words.

Yumi : I know.

Yunho : and such an amazing captain.

Yumi : I know that too.

Yunho : do you know that I want you to kiss me as well then?

Yumi felt herself pause on her tracks, turning to face yunho as she said

Yumi : do not say things like that, prince.

Yunho : why? Because I know you want to kiss me as well?

Yumi : and what makes you think that?

Yunho : your eyes, your breathing pattern, everything. I may be inexperienced but I'm not unknown to these things.

Yumi : you're not in your right mind-

Yunho : I don't care! I want you and I want you right now.

Yumi : you do not realize what you're asking for, prince.

Yunho : oh, I do. I want you to ruin me. Ruin me, take me-

Yumi let out an incoherent noise before pushing yunho against a wall, grabbing his neck as she kissed him hard. Yunho moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist as he shut his eyes, tilting his head for more access. He felt his body grow even hotter than it already was, his cheeks reddening. Whether it was from the alcohol or yumi, he didn't know and he didn't care.

He had never felt any of what he was feeling right now in his entire life, he had always been too busy in state matters and what not. He never had time even for himself, let alone for this. But now, he felt it in full force, the desire, the need, he wanted everything she could give him, everything. And he could care less about the other people whom she had done this with before him.

Yumi pulled away a few seconds later, breathing heavily as she looked at yunho, his face flushed.

Yumi : no, no you're a prince I cannot do this.

Yumi stepped away, walking towards god knows where. She just had to escape this, these feelings. This wasn't going to end well if she stayed. Yunho groaned and ran up to her, holding her hand as he said

Yunho : no please, you…you didn't seem to care in the afternoon-

Yumi : because you weren't asking for…for this. Yunho, we must not.

Yunho : no, I'm asking for this now. I know what I want, yumi, please.

Yumi was about to say something when yunho pushed her inside his room, quickly entering as well before locking the door behind them as yumi just stared at him.

Yunho : I'm not letting you leave. Not until tomorrow morning.

Yumi : such a brat.

Yumi threw yunho on the bed, him landing against the soft sheets as the back of his head dipped into the fluffy pillow. Yumi got on top of him, leaning down and kissing him as yunho tangled his hand in her hair.

Yumi : bloody hell yunho, what are you doing to me.

Yunho looked up at yumi, his eyes hazy as beads of sweat decorated his forehead, his neck and his chest. The candles lit up in the room made him seem even more flushed than he already was, his pants ringing around the room as he whispered, desperation lacing his tone

Yunho : noona…

Yumi : no, don't do that to me.

Yunho held yumi's hand, placing them against his chest as she felt his heart hammer against it

Yunho : do you feel how much I want you?

Yumi : yunho.

Yunho : please, please just touch me.

Yumi : god, this is so stupid.

Yunho : no, no! just…do something, anything! I need you, please noona.

Yumi : you're drunk, yunho! You're not in your right mind, I can't take advantage of you like this-

Yunho : what if I want you to?

Yumi : what?

Yunho lifted his head, kissing yumi as he whispered against her lips

Yunho : take advantage of me, do whatever you want, I don't fucking care. I want you right now, noona, all of you.

Yumi : are you sure? This is your first time, yunho, you really want it to be me?

Yunho : god, I couldn't have asked for anything more than you, yumi. I want you so bad it hurts, I want you to be my first and my last.

Yumi let out a breath and kissed yunho, his words breaking down all her walls as she finally gave in.

_____________________________

Yunho looked over at yumi who was now lying fast asleep next to him, her arms forming a cusion as she laid on her stomach. The window right next to their bed showed yunho the view outside, the ocean glimmering from the stars above. And that in turn cast a glow on yumi's face, making her seem even more beautiful than she already was.

Yunho brought his hand towards her hair, brushing it back slowly as yumi snuggled closer to him in her sleep. Yunho wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing yumi closer to him as she breathed peacefully against his bare chest. And as yunho traced his finger along the scars that decorated yumi's back, he felt a feeling of protectiveness take over him.

Her scars were beautiful, but he didn't want her to have any more of it now that he was here. Yunho was going to protect the lady he loved, he was going to give yumi everything for the love and happiness she provided him. He knew she could do that by herself, but he was hers now, his heart longed for yumi. There was no denying that anymore.

Yunho brought his hand to the back of yumi's head, brushing her hair softly as he whispered

Yunho : good night, my darling.

Their love was impossible, but for her, yunho was going to make it possible.

_______________________________

[lemonadehtwooh]

So… tell me about your mastersona?

OKAY so I forgot to add that there's five Master OCs, but Romeo is my specific Mastersona/current main character (this is for anyone who needs clarification). The other OCs are: Maple von Roth, Ishaan, Mary, and Chance Finnick

Under cut is backstory info up to how he joins Chaldea's organization of mages (a very long read)

So he comes from a VERY wealthy family, and he was the youngest child. I can't remember ATM how many siblings he has, but I think maybe he had four older sisters and two older brothers. Anyway, he was slightly babied in his childhood, but he never really turned out arrogant (however, he tends to think of himself as too arrogant or selfish due to self-deprecation RIP). His parents weren't very emotionally close to him or his siblings, and instead would replace their lack of presence with gifts and money. He also wasn't very close to his siblings due to him not meeting social expectations very well. He was always very clumsy/very accident prone, awkward, quiet, and noticably "different" in a "bad way" that would get him rejected. So he grew up very lonely and very people-pleasing. However, he really loves to study and read (which is VERY important to remember later) and is very smart academic-wise, which was the one thing that gave him some redemption in his family

Where he comes from isn't specified like the other Master OCs, however he canonically is Latino mixed and speaks Spanish, English, and learned Latin. As well, his family was VERY high class and had a lot of social influence. Adding on, Romeo is trans and was able to socially transition when he was a teenager and was able to medically transition when he was a legal adult very easily. He had some privilege, however that's probably the only time he used it for himself

Soon after his 18th birthday, Romeo was put into an arranged marriage with a girl he grew up around. Although the reasoning is currently vague, I would assume it was for both social and business reasons. His marriage was very loveless, and quickly his wife isolated him from the world and his family. She forbade him from getting a job (at this point now, he never had a job due to his focus on academics) and used him for the money he would receive from his parents. So she was financially abusive and possibly had both physically abused him and sexually coerced him (he, years later, realizes he's gay and was never attracted to women at all, which was why he didn't want anything to do with her in their marriage and why he didn't love her like that). He was very lonely in his marriage, and only found happiness in reading and studying

Eventually he catches her in the act of cheating without being noticed. So he writes a note that he's leaving, leaves her some money and their house, packs a few things, and straight up leaves. He goes VERY VERY VERY far away. The note he left? It was misinterpreted as a suicide note due to excessive apologizing for not being a good enough husband and his horrible way of wording things. He's pronounced dead, despite no body being found. Romeo never finds out about this

He gets his first job. And immediately loses it for accidentally, SOMEHOW, setting things on fire. And he absolutely SUCKS at getting and keeping jobs due to weird accidents, coincidences, and clumsiness. But he's trying SO hard. He wants to work, he wants to make his own money. He wants to have SOMETHING to be proud of

The money he took with him runs out, and he's kicked out of the apartment he was living in. He's homeless now, and proceeds to wander. Soon, the teleportation-in-his-sleep problem kicks up, and he finds himself in a new area every single day. Every day, he wanders and walks and travels with no real direction or purpose. He doesn't have anything but his books and the clothes on him. Years pass, he believes his memory is worsening as he forgets information about himself. He doesn't remember where he's from, his last name, or his age. He has memories, but they don't really matter anymore

One day, Romeo wakes up freezing. In my AU, Chaldea is still in the arctics, BUT there's a huge forest surrounding it as the magical energy radiating from it caused the area to grow wild plants and trees. Romeo manages to walk around a little, but collapses due to his already failing health and him starting to freeze to death

Now Fou comes in, a mix between Fou liking to explore the forest area outside of Chaldea and Fou being attracted by Romeo's sense of despair, hopelessness, yearning for a purpose, and envy of people better/stronger than him. Fou quickly takes a liking to Romeo (the reasoning for now is that Romeo offered Fou some food), piquing Merlin's interest as Fou demands for Romeo to be saved

Merlin sees Romeo's potential future and looses his shit laughing as Romeo becomes one of Chaldea's top mages. He thinks the idea of this pathetic, weak man becoming not only a mage, but a powerful one, is hilarious. He thinks making Chaldea deal with this man would be the funniest joke, but also would be interesting entertainment. So, using his hero creation ability, Merlin has Romeo healed up a bit so Fou can lead Romeo back to Chaldea

Romeo manages to accidentally teleport himself and Fou into Chaldea, and passes out due to the temperature difference and exhaustion

Shenanigans happen, in which Romeo is hidden from the main staff by Chance and her Servant Astolfo, and then Maple joining in as Chance's friend, and then ALMOST EVERYONE also hides Romeo from the main staff so he wouldn't be kicked out because he is just so darn friendly and knowledgeable and helps everyone so much (Romeo is just happy to be making friends)

Obviously, Romeo is found out due to the fact he was snuck into the library so he could read. And during one of these trips, he accidentally gets his foot stuck in a bucket and gets help from "A very pretty lady", aka Da Vinci, and then some stuff happens later and he gets registered as a Mage-in-training with the promise he would continue studying and would work hard to meet hard requirements

Okay, so back to the fact he grew up loving to read! He was born with magical abilities in a mage-based family/community, very specifically he is one of the "breathing and walking" people, however he never realized he was using magic nor did anyone tell him. He thought it was normal stuff. And the books he would read were infused with magic and had very old, unknown magic techniques written in them, and just in general fed him information about magic. Without him knowing it was magic. So he is VERY strong magically, however his lack of proper training and his area of magic being luck AND emotional based makes him weak. Adding on the information he read was unknown, aka an isolated or unused study, which makes it harder to train him because his strong suit is just. Unavailable other than the books he has on him. And his specific magic is so,,, unknown percentages of probability and can fluctuate so crazily just from the fact if he's having a bad day or not, that it's hard to tell if he's doing things right

Adding on, at first when Romeo works for Chaldea, he has no reason to do so other than having a place to stay and eat. It's survival. But later on, shortly before he summons Mr. Utterson, he realizes he wants to fight for humanity because of his friends. And that's where he finds his purpose

[runawaysiren940]

Sometimes the things that TRAs say are so unbelievably incorrect that I don’t even have the energy to fight against it. I know it is wrong but sometimes I truly feel like it won’t change and that I should just give in before my friends cut me off for being “transphobic.” I don’t even wish any harm to trans identified people, I just need people to see and understand the holes in their logic. But every time I’ve tried to debate with one of them, all they do is twist my words so far from their original meaning that they are literally just making things up to be mad about and lumping me in with the conservatives. Why is it so hard to fight stupidity? God, it’s so tiring. I don’t know how you do it, Siren. You must be among the strongest of us all

I got lucky, I think, in that I've always had a small friend group, and one which I was close enough to that I was given the benefit of the doubt when I brought up these topics. That isn't to say I haven't lost friends over this.

One of the girls I was friends with in high school 'broke up' with me for pointing out the homophobia of straight people calling themselves gay because they identified as nonbinary. But in that instance, it was no great loss. Over the years, I've realized that even in supposedly safe 'gay friendly' places, most of the people there weren't gay. They weren't even allies. Not a single one ever dated a person of the same sex, and it all made sense, looking back, that I always felt so different and alone, even in spaces where I was supposed to be with like-minded people.

When I got to college, I finally had the freedom to date openly, and I essentially went out whenever someone asked. And from that experience, I only ever went out with one actual lesbian- and she later identified as trans and told me that feminism was transphobic. The others were a mix of women who liked the aesthetic of being WLW, but didn't actually want to touch another woman, women who were bisexual and wanted a side chick/throuple/non-monogamous situations, or men who lied and were able to portray themselves as women online.

In the end, I've found friends and a community where I can speak freely. I've met many people I've connected with through my channel or discord irl. I've formed genuine friendships, and even dated women I've met on this basis, and beyond that- one of my oldest friends remains my friend, and agrees with me on these issues, because he knows me, and would never assume the worst (that I was hateful for no reason, or wanted to be bigoted, etc) when I mention something that goes against popular opinion. It's easier to me, to not have to hide what I believe, or implicitly support misogynistic or homophobic ideas, just to maintain friendships, especially since I would expect any true friend to not abandon me for a difference of opinion (and one which is factually supported anyhow).

And I guess, beyond all of that, I've always been a vocal person. My dad is the trump supporting, misogynistic, racist stereotype many people think of in these issues, and I spent my whole childhood debating with him on similar topics. Not everyone is up to it, but it's what I know how to to, I guess.

[rokkit-story-time]

The Witch and The Woman (Part 1)

Or: "A knock at the witch's door"

Part 1 of 5!

CW: (later chapters) failing relationship, attempted suicide, talk of same-sex relationships being persecuted

There was a knock at the witch's door.

This caught the tall woman a bit by surprise, as she seldom had visitors, and never with taps so gentle. Always it was pounding, either in anger or fear, as someone came to beg aid for some malady they or a loved one suffered. That was what it took for most to brave the woods and seek her help. This one had that timid, fearful note of someone doing just that, but none of the panic or desperation.

She opened the door to see a shorter woman standing there, body drawn in on herself and practically screaming 'nervous'. She hunched in a little more when she looked up at the figure looming over her, then swallowed and quickly spoke up.

"I-I... I need your help!" There was fear and uncertainty in that squeaky voice, but she forced it out all the same. "W-with... um... a r-relationship..."

Ah. Well that explained it. The witch nodded. "With what specifically?"

The woman perked up immediately, eyes hopeful and voice leveling. "W-with winning him over!" She paused in wringing her hands to brush her hair back, smiling slightly. She was quite pretty, and seemed at least somewhat aware of it. "We've spoken several times, and I know he finds me attractive... but there's other women who have their eye on him, too!" Her hand stopped fidgeting and she stood up straight. "Please! How can I make him choose me!?"

Some might consider this a foolish request, but the witch never dismissed matters of the heart. She tapped a long black nail to her chin a few times, staring past the woman, before nodding.

"There is a flower, which grows in the snows of the eastern mountains." She spoke slowly, as she knew the locals often had trouble with her accent. The woman seemed to hang on her every word. "It is a sign of well-wishing, hope, and heart... often given during confessions of love, or to a newlywed couple as a blessing." She looked the woman up and down. Small. Fragile. "...climbing that high is no easy task. Even the paths are steep and rough." Her face was slowly falling. The witch didn't like the despair forming there. "But..."

That one word perked the woman right back up. "But...?"

The witch made a point of hesitating. "...I have managed to grow some of these flowers here." She nodded to the side of her house, where her garden was. "It is not the same, though." The woman frowned and started chewing her lip. She could tell this wasn't so simple. Good. "The mountain flowers, they glow gently when not in the sun. Those in my garden do not. Even a man should know the difference that means..."

The woman nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "It means I didn't climb to get them... that I found an easier way, and took it." The witch nods back. "...w-what..." The woman looked behind the witch's cabin, eastward... towards the mountains. "...what would you want in exchange for one flower?"

The witch smiled gently. "I want for nothing. One flower, I will give to you."

The woman beamed, continuing to stammer her thanks as the witch came out of her cabin and had the woman stand outside the fenced-off garden. Carefully, she uprooted the flower and placed it into a waiting pot. Then she turned and held the pot towards the woman. "The mountain flowers live long and glow even after being cut, but these are less sturdy. I give it to you like this, in hopes it and your love will both flourish."

The woman took the pot carefully, mouth working but no words coming out for a few moments. Finally, she managed, "Thank you..." and then paused. Her face suddenly took on an embarrassed and slightly ashamed look. "Ah! I'm sorry! I never asked your name..." The witch smiled gently once more and patted the woman softly on the head. "It is fine. Nobody does."

The woman blinked, then frowned, then blushed faintly before speaking again. "Um... I mean... I-I'd like to? Know your name? To thank you properly..."

The witch blinked in surprise. "Oh." She was seldom caught off-guard, but this woman had managed it twice now, once with her knocking and now with this request. She smiled again though, this one warmer. "I am Zinna. Though if you speak of me in your town, they will likely only know me as 'the witch'."

The woman beamed. "My name's Celestine! Thank you ever so much for your help, Zinna!"

The witch blinked again, then smiled. "A lovely name, and my pleasure to help." She patted the woman on the head again. "And good luck!"

The woman nodded happily and scurried off, gift held carefully in her hands.

The witch watched her go, still smiling.

1/5 (And the shortest by far, just as a warning <_<)

[hyrulean-evalink]

PATHOWOGEN DISCORD SERVER AWARENESS

So I don't really know how to make these but I feel like it's important. The Pathowogen Server is a furry server held by Emperor Frenzy, found on Youtube under the name Pathowogen Empire More under the cut

So I must start with the fact I have anger issues, I am working on that and I can "blow up" quite easily. Anyway, I'm a semi active member of the server, mostly posting art there. Today an announcement was made showcasing a sister-server made for trans awareness

I thought that was a great idea ! As a trans person myself, I wanted to share about my identity ! I am genderfluid and I want to explain what genderfluidity is !

So I join and.... record scratch there is gender euphoria channels.... only for trans FTM and trans MTF. Like the names were "Trans women euphoria" and "trans men euphoria". Finding this a little odd I pointed it out. To which an admin said "on it" then I see it. "Non binary and genderfluid euphoria" (I don't have screen for these as I left the server, sorry)

And also the only pride flag they were praising was the generic trans flag, pink, white blue. There is nothing wrong with that ! But if you're making an "awareness" server there should also be other gender identities that are represented such as Non Binary, Agender, Genderfluid, Demiboy, Demigirl etc...

So I left the server. I didn't want to be a part of it. Soon later the owner sent me a DM and... here is how the conversation goes.

calling bringing up the lack of awareness the "smallest shit" when it is something big and also trying to excuse it because the "Non binary and Genderfluid channel was made by a trans woman" I COULDNT CARE LESS IF IT WAS A TRANS WOMAN, SHE IS NOT NON BINARY OR GENDERFLUID

Oh wanna know the best thing? FRENZY IS A CIS MAN, HE IS NOT EVEN TRANS

So let me get this straight, this cisgender guy wanted to make a "trans awareness" server but when a trans person under an identity that is misrepresented speaks up suddenly it's a "small shit" that isn't a "big deal"

Then they show me that his server (which are mostly kids btw) "agrees with him so I'm overreacting". Then blocked me

Anyway, don't support the Pathowogen Server or Frenzy. While I'm at it, I should also discuss one of their 15yo moderator tried to enter MY 18+ SERVER AND WAS NOT DEMOTED WHEN I BROUGHT IT UP

(still mod until today even though I have warned they attempted to enter an 18+ space while being 15 so probably endangering minors too)

[freydheim]

1889, 1.02- "The Boy"

Hoooo boy was I wrong about the horror vibes. Jumping right into that, Eyk's plotline this episode messed me up. Don't get me wrong, his acting was incredible, and I felt his pain and loss so strongly, but I was on pins and needles throughout the entire sequence down in the ship, when he was following Nina. Until this, the scariest thing I'd seen was the film Crimson Peak, given that horror really isn't usually my thing. I found it really interesting how Eyk also had the triangle in his eye when he first woke, and now I'm wondering if somehow this is an attempt to make these characters remember some past trauma? Maura with the mental institution and Eyk with losing his wife and daughters to that fire?

Speaking of trauma, I'm super convinced that Krester's got something. I'm sure it has something to do with the scar- that sort of thing has got to be traumatic to start with- but I noticed he really didn't respond well at all to his sister walking so quickly toward that side of his face. Was he jumped and ambushed somehow? Attacked for some reason? Not to mention how threatening Ángel has come off in each of their interactions. I could almost get the feeling that he knows something about Krester, and that's why he's so strange toward him. But then, what promise was Tove referencing, and what did Ángel's presence do to make her bring it back up?

Which, Ángel surprised me this episode a lot, to be fair. When he went into that scene with Ramiro in their quarters, I messaged a couple friends who've been getting my live reactions to these episodes, and I told them I thought Ángel was going to kill Ramiro, especially after the scene where Tove threatened him- which I also found interesting. Either that, or they were about to make out, though I figured it would be the former due to the confrontational manner of the scene. Obviously, I was beyond surprised when it was the latter! But, there's nothing in this series so far that's unimportant, and what turned into a sex scene revealed the many scars on Ángel's back. How did they get there? Are they the reason it seems Ángel and Ramiro have run away together? I still don't trust Ángel- especially not with Krester- but I do want to know more about him now.

Turning to the place now where I did suspect there was something not very heterosexual going on, I think I'm changing my mind about Clémence and Lucien. Lucien, for his part, seems to be rapidly growing an interest in Ying Li, and if that is so then the issue with Clémence isn't with his lack of interest in women, but rather something else- perhaps the revelation she does not love him. Likewise, Clémence seems to rapidly be growing an interest in Jérôme, leading me to believe she is interested in men, just not Lucien. So, this is likely still some sort of marriage of convenience, and I stand by the fact that I don't think Lucien really knew this until he tried to sleep with Clémence. Now that he knows, however, he is opening himself up to the idea of another woman. I'm very interested to see how this will play out, and what the reason for their marriage will be revealed to be.

Now... again, the elephant in the room- the mystery at large. It unfortunately appears that we've lost young Ada, Krester and Tove's little sister. Following the beetle seems to be a bad idea on this ship, as it led her straight to Daniel, who apologises to her. Later, it looks as though they've found her dead body. But this is the same beetle that lead Maura to find the Boy, and lead Eyk to his vision about his family. So perhaps the beetle is not an ill-omen, but what if it leads those who follow it to some sort of truth? I theorized above that perhaps these characters were being led to recall past traumas, and now I wonder if this beetle has something to do with it. I'm still not sure that I trust Daniel, especially given what happened to Ada when she followed the beetle to him, but I am intrigued by him- and whatever that WandaVision feeling stuff was at the end. Security cameras on a ship in 1899? We may be in for some wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, folks. Stay tuned!

But now, I want to know what you think! Drop your thoughts in the replies below, or feel free to reblog with your own commentary :) You know I always want to hear from you, and I hope I will! Until next the next one- skål!

[possibly-in-wonderland]

a list of things my dad has casually told me

he once got hit by a car when he was younger and went through the windshield, however, due to him living way up north, he was wearing a whole lotta layers so he was fine

just last night he told us about how one time he worked at a mill and while checking the wood pallets he started seeing a lot of blood. they found some guy caught up in the saw blades (he was fine, his arm was caught up in it and needed a bunch of surgeries on his arm and face). his employer told everyone "there's nothing to see, get back to work. ambulance is on it's way"...my dad quit that night.

he once dressed in drag at 12 years old to beat the shit out of this guy who would only beat women around other women, but never men. my dad was very convincing.

he pierced his eyebrow with a safety pin while in class

this man has climbed up massive 80-foot trees as a toddler (bad parenting, but at least it built up upper body strength)

he smoked out of a glass mrs butterworth bottle that he and some buddies turned into a bong

when he was a kid he beat the shit out of some other kid after said kid tied a rope to a cats tail and ripped it off in the dead winter of wisconsin (the cat did not make it, my dad had to kill it, it was a mercy kill). the kid's dad (or maybe it was his uncle) was thankful that my dad knocked some sense into the dude

he would often sit under bridges and fish, and even though he didn't have a good childhood thanks to his mom. one time it was raining hella hard and they sat under the bridge and ate fish together.

apparently, wisconsin has hella bears...so some days he wouldn't be able to go to school because he'd open the front door, see bear face, and retreat. "hey mom, im going to scho-...can't go to school." "bear?" "bear." (this happened a fucking lot)

he once slept for two or three days straight after going out on a party binge. deadass fell asleep before dinner on one day, and woke up a couple days later before dinner.

speaking of which, he once slept for 10 hours on some steps

(and i thought me sleeping for 24 hours straight and meeting my spirit guide after eating that brownie was weird-)

he was once in a house where a woman had hung herself in the attic (classic haunted house death, if you will) and he watched a perfume bottle launch itself across the room

tl;dr: my dad's life is bat shit crazy

[blccdiedkisses]

For Sinday, can we get a little Drabble of Hana and Matteo few times actually having sex?

it was out of boredom and curiosity, more than anything. and lots and lots of alcohol...

maybe it wasn't the greatest idea challenging that group of office workers to drinking games, but since they found themselves in korea for the time being, hana felt a sense of comfort. like she was home, even though home was wherever matteo was. but, they quickly became acquainted, and their new friends wanted to let loose, and who where they to kill the fun? nearly seven bottles of soju later, hana was practically carrying matteo back to their suite on her shoulders.

she kicked the door closed and tossed him onto the couch, herself following right after. they adjusted till they found a comfortable position with their arms around each other, and matteo resting his head against her chest. she found herself speaking aimlessly, till she felt his fingertips inching up her thighs and skirt. "yeobo, what are you doing? stop-that tickles!" she giggled and squirmed under his touch till he pulled his hand back and moved to lie on top of her.

"you know, i've never had sex with a women before."

"yeah, because you're gay."

"obviously, but don't most gay guys at least try it a couple times just in case? plus, i'm also a guy: i get curious sometimes where i can stick my dick," he teased, leaning down to kiss along the nape of her neck.

hana rolled her eyes, "glad i'm someplace where you can put it."

"you know what i mean, besides...aren't you a little curious?" he whispered in her ear.

matteo pressed his already half-hard cock against her, and hana could feel that familiar warmth start to pool between her legs. she bit back a groan as she tried to keep some level headedness in their intoxicated states. "i think you're just drunk and horny."

"that too," he murmured, hiking up her blouse and kissing down her chest, "you are prettier than my hand."

she laughed and tried to think of anything besides his lips against her skin. "we're not gonna regret this, right?"

he paused to look up at her, chin resting on her chest. "I never regret anything with you."

hana couldn't stop the smile that formed on her lips, "okay."

he was gentle at first, but was able to let loose a little more as he became more familiar with her body. this time, matteo and hana didn't have to hold their strength back. which may or may not resulted in a broken couch, but it was a whole different feeling to have a partner that could keep up with his pace and endure his force. at a certain point, matteo had to even cover her mouth to keep her screams at bay as he thrusted harder and harder to get deeper inside her.

they stayed curled up in each other's limbs on the floor, sharing a cigarette and relishing in the afterglow. "is it too soon to ask how was it?" she teased, fingertips tracing imaginary shapes on his chest.

he inhaled deeply before holding it up to her lips, "nicer than i thought, but i don't think i'll be converting to straight anytime soon. i am glad that my first and last time with a woman was with you, my love."

"me too, yeobo."

"so....round two?"

[lastouillatloane]

I've finally seen it: Get Out

It took me until October 2023, to do an exchange from France to UCLA and enrol in the course Sunken Place: Racism, Survival, and Black Horror Aesthetic taught by Tanannarive Due, an American novelist, short story writer and journalist, to finally watch Get Out. Jordan Peele's Oscar-winning horror film, released in 2017, had been recommended to me by all my friends and family, but this created the opposite effect on me, I had absolutely no desire to see it. Thus, I thought it would be interesting to talk about my raw impressions of the film, a few minutes after watching it, as someone with no cinematographic knowledge. So, this is the first post on my blog, my first review/analysis I've finally seen it.

First of all, I really liked the beginning of the film, it really put me in the mood straight away. We see a black man in what we consider to be a "white" suburb, with beautiful houses and well-kept gardens. I found it interesting that over the phone a black man walking through this suburb says he's lost and uncomfortable. He was then kidnapped and taken away in a white car. The house lights are all on, but nobody seems to have seen what has just happened, or else, as in "real life", they look away. The next thing that struck me was the music during the drive of Chris, the black main character, and his white girlfriend Rose, on their way to the latter's parents' house. The music, Sikiliza Kwa Wahenga, seemed to set the scene: nothing horrific was happening on screen, but I could feel a sense of unease and apprehension.

Then comes the scene of the deer hitting the car, which I loved. Well, not actually love but I did love the link it had with the rest of the film. It started with the accident of Chris's mother, who, like the deer, died alone on the side of the road after being hit. Then there was the comment from Rose's father, Dean: ''You know what I say? I say one down, a couple hundred thousand to go. I don't mean to get on my horse, but I'm telling you, I don't like the deer. I'm sick of it; they're taking over. They're like rats. They're destroying the ecosystem. I see a dead deer on the side of the road and I think, ''That's a start''. His speech reminded me a lot of that of someone who is racist, anti-Semitic, someone who is afraid that the "foreigners", the "others", will outnumber them, take their jobs, their women. He compares the deer to black people, whom he considers to be animals. The deer head later in the basement confirms his desire to eliminate them. The link between the deer and Chris's mother is also brought up again, when he speaks of " I see a dead deer on the side of the road and I think, ''That's a start''". We can imagine that some bystanders had seen Chris's mother but didn't stop to help her, having the same opinion as Dean.

Furthermore, I really liked the details, such as the cotton coming out of the chair Chris is tied to, which I initially thought was simply a reminder of slavery; I hadn't seen its use to plug ears against hypnosis coming. Slavery is also represented when the white guests get together to buy Chris, by holding auctions. Added to this are the various comments about his physique, like that of cattle: the power of his body, that he is trendy, that smoking is damaging his body. Police violence against black people is also shown at the beginning, when Chris is checked for no reason, and at the end of the film, when we hear and see the siren of a police car. At this point, in any other film, we would have been relieved, "he's saved", but here, I thought "he's screwed", thinking that it would be the same officer or another white man who would position Rose as the victim andassume Chris' guilt without question. The scene with the black cops who don't believe Chris's friend Rod is also thought-provoking - even black people don't believe each other.

Finally, here are the points that left me sceptical. The first is that I understand it's a horror film, it's short and we must move fast. But I didn't like the fact that Rod grasps the situation so quickly and confirms our doubts straight away - I'd have liked to have done that myself. Lastly, I think there's a real paradox: the Armitage family is interested in black people because they're in fashion. You'd think that targeting them is a sign of racism: they don't think enough of them to treat them like humans, so they kidnap them, hypnotise them, sell them and torture them for life. So, at first, I thought they were just a family of crazy racist maniacs, but then we found out that they 'transfer' themselves into the bodies of these black people. We can see it as white people’s need for total control over black people, as with hypnosis, but for my part I wonder how they can agree to become black, to be in the bodies of these people they despise.

[tiikerikani]

The more things stay the same

2023.04.21 Verkatehdas (Vanaja-sali), Hämeenlinna

(Kind of interesting place, it's got the balconies with assigned seating and then the floor without.)

In the #foreveralone conversation last time, I think it was Heini who had said, "you could try talking to [the other foreign fans]".

So when I overheard the woman in front of me speak English to the two Finnish women ahead of her, and later found myself in the first row next to her, I decided to give that a go. But she wasn't at all interested and went back to texting her friends and taking selfies. She seemed pretty excited about getting into the front. The two Finnish women also pretty much left her alone but were happy to join in some of those selfies, so I guess they were a group. I'm quite sure I have seen her/them before, because she stood out for being Southeast Asian in the same way I stand out for being East Asian. (She didn't sing along to things though.)

I eventually stopped notating the set list on my arm when I realized it was the same as before.

Things that were different:

I feel the new songs kinda lost something not having the string section.

(Consequently?) They put one backing singer on each side of the stage instead of together on one side like I have always seen them otherwise do

He sang Exodus completely solo, without the bit of harmony at the end (such as on the video I posted from the performance in Tapiola). I don't know if this is because Jepa wasn't present, or if it's just 50% even more impressive that way. At least people quickly realized what he was doing and stopped trying to sing along. Not like in Tampere where people kinda ruined the magic.

He changed his intro patter for Nuoriherra (Senpai!! it's ok!! you have my permission to gesture at somebody else during this song!!!)

Very Serious Security Staff walked over to get somebody to put their (small) paper sign away (and at another point mistook somebody's white phone case as one), which I completely understand as a preventing distractions kind of thing. I guess I've been lucky the time I had the big calligraphy sign and the several times I've held envelopes (with my missives) up to my chest during encores.

I managed to get decently interesting pictures considering I wasn't trying all that hard.

I also got the faceplant :D

Boyfriend was in his own corner being his usual wallflower self, wondering whether there's a support group for "men who get dragged into this"[1]. (Not gonna lie, there's absolutely some relationship tension here.) He feels out of place because, yes, I get it, the demographic skews a bit older than us (although I'm almost sure the blondes are around my age too).

We went straight back to the hotel after and I was so tired from having slept so poorly all week but also a bit mopey from the lingering bittersweetness that I've written about before. But I still didn't sleep well.

Filling a 700-person venue in a town of like 50k people means it was basically THE biggest thing happening in town that night. Hämeenlinna is exactly halfway between Helsinki and Tampere, so people were visiting from both directions and all the hotels were (probably) full of fans. I greeted a couple of the regulars at breakfast.

As I looked up from my coffee, I couldn't believe my eyes. Senpai was on the other side of the dining room!!! He waved at us (i.e. me and the aforementioned regulars) on the way to refill his mug. When the other people at his table left, the roadies started showing up (the acrobat is officially a roadie which totally makes sense, he's swole after all).

I went over to exchange some words because you know of course I would.

We had almost selected a hotel closer to the railway station. What is out there that keeps guiding my hand?

__________

[1] As another friend has noted, the fandom is a bit cultish. You're either really into them, or you don't care much for them at all. It doesn't feel like there are casual fans. (Although there's certainly also a line somewhere between hardcore fan and groupie.)

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

join the tag list here.

You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it.

and REBLOG!!!

support the writers 🤍

tag list: @whatrambles @phoenixhalliwell @homesicam @marvel-diaries @amelia-song-pond @heartbeats-wildly @met4no1a @weenersoldierr @petlaufeyson @sillygamingartghost @wildflowergubler @isnt-it-loverly @zealouspursecowboydeputy @rvgrsbrns @artisancowbells @plagooey @tinylumpiaa @hemsbucky @bxmaaa @quxxnxfhxll @soldierstucky @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul @hateinthemorning @asemistablehundredyearoldman @purpleelfwizard @twinerd14 @nikkixostan @stolenxkissess @wintersfilm @whoreforsamwilson @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm @baconmuffins1216 @28cnn @hxlyhoax @lieswithoutfairytales @angrybirdxx @clownerlyluv @kait-is-always-late @marvel-ousnesss @natashadeservedbetter @ebxny27 @fanofalltheficsx @spider-man-lover @masterlists101 @lewd-alien @warm-sensations @stealapizzamyheart @talk-on-the-street @theresnoplatypus

[xbadgerbearx]

your people will have our help

word count: 2.1k

Can’t Sleep: [1] … [3]

Of course you had to jump out of the aircraft into the cold water. What a perfect way to start the mission. Your team swam for a bit before wading through the shore as you approached the beach.

"Congratulations, Bloodsport."

"How'd you do it, Waller? There's no soldiers out here on patrol at all."

The beach was completely empty. There were no disturbances and more importantly, no enemies anywhere to be found. It was... peaceful.

"Let's just say they were distracted."

You only walked on the sand a couple feet before a large explosion erupted.

"Control, we have a disturbance south of here," Bloodsport reported after you jumped in surprise.

"It's just a diversion, Bloodsport."

Bloodsport seemed to weigh his options before speaking, "All right, we cut through the jungle to get to Valle Del Mar."

"Don't they have blockades at the city limits?" Peacemaker interjected.

"That's the word."

"How we getting in? Especially with Charlie the Tuna here," Peacemaker said while looking back at King Shark.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You're the leader. You're supposed to be decisive."

"And I've decided you should eat a big bag of dicks, how's that?"

"You're being facetious, but if this whole beach was completely covered in dicks and somebody said I had to eat every dick until the beach was clean for liberty, I would say no problemo."

"Why would someone put penises all over the beach?" Ratcatcher II asked.

"Who knows why madmen do what they do."

"Chris, this is the second time you've made a comment like this today. Is there something you want to tell us?" You joked.

"Well, you know what I think?" Bloodsport started. "I think liberty is just your excuse to do whatever you want. Whether that's to eat a beach full of dicks or killin' folk."

"Oh, yeah? At least I don't kill men for money like you."

"Oh, here we go," Bloodsport sighed as he turned to face Peacemaker.

"There's something wrong with your skin," Ratcatcher II called out as she pointed to Polka Dot Man. You turned to see his face covered in bulging colorful... polka dots.

"It's just a rash."

"Oh, my- Abner, are you okay? You don't look so good," you said worriedly as you reached your hand out to touch him. You were interrupted by another loud explosion off in the distance.

"Never mind that, we need to continue forward."

You made it quite the distance before Bloodsport dropped his bag onto the ground. The entire time walking you watched Abner with both curiosity and worry.

"Alright, we'll camp here, and tomorrow we'll go straight through the city to get to La Gatita Amable by nightfall."

Everyone was laying out their sleeping equipment, in this case sleeping bags, as you figured out where you should lay yours.

"Why don't you lay over here, (L/n)? I could keep you warm," Chris offered with a laugh.

"Fuck no," you replied with the same humorous energy. "I'd rather you not roll over on me like you did last time."

"Last time?" Abner piped up timidly.

"It's nothing like that," you assured while rolling your eyes. "Me, Chris, and some of our other teammates at the time had to huddle up for warmth after Waller sent us on a mission somewhere in Siberia."

"Oh," Abner said, kind of relieved.

"I'll just put mine here," you placed your bag next to Abner's and DuBois. "It's near the fire."

You changed into your sleep clothes. Well, to be honest you just took off your shirt and slept in your tank top, but it was close enough. It wasn't long before you drifted off, however, you awoke some time later to some shuffling sounds and a quiet groan. Peeking under your lashes, you find yourself facing toward DuBois who was resting on his elbow, alert. You quietly sat up and turned to see what DuBois was looking at. A colorful light show was dancing on the leaves and tall grass. Almost as quickly as it happened, Abner appeared. He looked a little out of it, but quickly dawned a look of shock as he was caught doing... what exactly?

You got up to make sure your favorite awkward man was doing okay before you were cut off by a loud bang! Instinctively, you disappeared. Literally. DuBois kept shooting Nanaue until he was backed up against a tree.

"How deep of a sleeper are you?" DuBois asked Cleo, to which she responded sleepily, "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"If it was you about to be eaten by King Shark, then you're psychic," Chris said.

"I don't believe he would do that. He has very kind eyes."

Sebastian was saying what you could only guess was that Nanaue was, in fact, going to eat her.

"Hungry," Nanaue whined.

"You bastard!"

Rats from every direction emerged from the darkness as Cleo held up her glowing device. DuBois was looking rather uncomfortable.

"All right, calm down with the rats!" he yelled.

"What?"

"I have a thing with rats."

"You have a thing with rats?"

"Yes."

"And you're on a team with someone who controls them?" your disembodied voice asked.

He whipped around trying to find you before yelling, "What the fuck?"

As if suddenly remembering that you cannot be seen, you revealed yourself behind Abner whom you were using as a shield. As cute as he thought it was that you were using him as protection, it did startle him that you just appeared randomly behind him.

"Partnering up with someone with rats is not something I asked for!"

Peacemaker started laughing.

"What are you laughing at me for, man? Why the fuck are you in your underwear?"

You looked over and sure enough, Chris was in nothing but his underwear.

"Woah!" you yelled while burying your face into Abner's back. "Chris, put on some pants for fucks sake!"

"Tighty-whities? Really?"

"Now that's just racist."

"No, it's not racist! They're tighty-whities!"

"You didn't tell me you had a fear of rats, DuBois," Waller said over the comms.

"I'm an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?" This was promptly followed by an uncharacteristicly girly scream.

"Aww, he's offering you a pretty leaf to show you he means no harm," Cleo cooed.

"Why the fuck would I want a leaf?"

DuBois was getting increasingly more freaked out while Chris started laughing again.

"Just get the rats out of here!"

Cleo turned off her device and all the rats scurried back into the jungle.

Peacemaker turned to DuBois and asked, "Hey, we gonna kill Megalodouche now, or what?"

"Nanaue's the strongest member of your team. You need him to get into Jotunheim."

"Yeah, well we can't function as a team if we gotta watch our back from one of our own eatin' our bollocks," Bloodsport replied.

"Nanaue," Cleo started as she kneeled down to his height. "Would you eat your friends?"

"I no friends."

"You have no friends? Well, if you did, would you eat them?"

Chris answered with a "yes" before he was shot a look from Ratcatcher II.

"No?"

"Then can we be your friends?"

Chris scoffed, "Come on, he's obviously lying."

"If I die 'cause I gambled on love, it will be a worthy death."

DuBois shook his head, "You are a little idiot."

So much for a full rest. It was nearly morning by the time the shark incident was resolved, so you decided to just pack up and dress yourself.

"Task Force X, you have an additional mission directive. We've located Colonel Rick Flag. He's been taken by the enemy."

"Rick Flag?" DuBois asked while your team made your way through the jungle.

"I know, you both served on special forces in Qurac that took down Avral Kaddam. Flag was the one who initially recommended you."

"You had other operatives in Corto Maltese and didn't tell us?"

"There was no tactical advantage, now there is. I've uploaded the location on your MTS. Terminate his captors with extreme prejudice. Kill anyone you see. These are dangerous people. Recover Flag before moving on to the city."

You eventually made it to a decent sized camp before DuBois MTS started beeping.

"That's where they're holding Flag."

"Nothing like a bloodbath to start the day."

"I thought they called you Peacemaker," Ratcatcher II questioned.

"I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it."

Ratcatcher II turned to Polka Dot Man before whispering, "I thought you were the crazy one," which was swiftly answered by you lightly shoving her shoulder.

"I am."

"All right," Bloodsport said, getting everyone's attention. "Let's get it."

You and Nanaue crept behind a man who gave his cup to his buddy.

"Gracias," you heard the man say. Soon after, King Shark picked the man up and ate him as he started screaming. He dropped what looked to be a communication device. Nanaue smacked his mouth as the comms device went off.

"Cualquier cosa?"

As your nearby teammates looked in somewhat fear as to what to do, you picked up the dead soldier's comms and said "Nada, Señora" while perfectly mimicking his voice. Your team carried on.

You hastily turned yourself invisible as you scouted for Rick Flag. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to find the only white guy there. You assumed he was Rick since he was injured, but were they... laughing?

"Bloodsport," you whispered into your comms. "I found Rick Flag. He was laughing?" You sounded unsure.

"Most likely drugged," Peacemaker said. "Where's he located?"

"Northmost tent, past the watchtower." Right after you said that you saw a bunch of colorful polka dots disintegrate the watchtower.

"On our way."

You could hear some of your team's conversation as they approached your location. You made yourself visible again.

"I'm sorry it's so... flamboyant."

"It looks cool," you heard Cleo say.

"I don't like to kill people, but if I pretend it's my mom, it's easy."

"TMI, mate," said DuBois.

More laughter could be heard inside the tent as Bloodsport ripped open the tent curtain. An uncomfortable silence settled.

"DuBois?"

"Hey, Flag."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Bloodsport looked around confused. "Waller told us that you were... uh... are you drinking tea?"

Flag gestured to his female companion sitting across the table from him, "This is Sol Soria, she's the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They-they saved my life."

"Oh. Wow."

Everyone put down their weapons.

"Why did my people not alert me of your arrival?"

You awkwardly hide yourself behind Abner again.

"We didn't see any people," Bloodsport swiftly lied.

"Yeah, I didn't see anybody on the way..." Peacemaker continued.

"There's no one out there."

"They were gone when we got here."

"I turned them into my mother in my head and killed them."

Everyone turned to look at Polka Dot Man. You just sighed and smacked his shoulder. To make matters worse, King Shark hacked up... was that a finger with a wedding ring? Sebastian squeaked out an audible "Uh oh."

Soria promptly lunged off the table and made her way outside. You and your team awkwardly stood amongst the destruction you caused while Flag and Soria looked in pain.

"Typical Americans. Just run in, guns blazing."

"I know, this is messed up. These guys, they're..."

Rick looked behind him to see Peacemaker and Bloodsport getting into a stupid cat fight, while Ratcatcher II was rubbing her face ashamed, and you and Polka Dot Man were looking off into the jungle having your own conversation and not even paying attention.

"They're fucking idiots, but right now our objectives aligh with yours. If Jotunheim contains the technology our intelligence says it does, then it could be used on the people of Corto Maltese as well as Americans. That's why we need your help to get into the city so we can stop 'em."

Soria just stared past Flag and asked, "Is that rat waving at me?"

Sure enough, Rick turned back around to see Sebastian waving at them. Cleo was messing with her hands, Chris and DuBois were looking around while tapping their feet, and you were admiring Abner's polka dots on his costume as he was awkwardly trying to accept your compliments.

"It appears it is."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna guess because it's friendly."

Soria thought for a moment, weighing her options, before speaking again.

"Luna and Suarez murdered my entire family. I'd make a deal with the devil to stop them." As if it physically pained her to say, she continued. "Your people will have our help getting to Vall Del Mar to apprehend this Gaius Grieves."