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stsgluver · 1 year ago

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synopsis. your husband still ignores the side effects of his cursed technique just so he can get a glimpse of you.

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gojo satoru was born with six eyes — a special cursed technique that allowed for an extremely precise manipulation of cursed energy, down to an atomic level. it also blessed him with a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes that were practically glowing. you’d never seen eyes so pretty.

the drawback to this gift? the skull-splitting migraines that came with the excessive information constantly being processed by his darting eyes.

as a child, the pain was manageable. gojo didn’t have much of a hold on the technique so his weaker state meant that the migraines were subdued as less information was being absorbed. however, as he grew older and more powerful, he would find himself bed ridden for at least twenty four hours if he did not take some sort of measure to protect his eyes.

his go to method was the sunglasses, almost 100% tinted — no other person would be able to clearly see out of them, if they could see anything at all. his sight, on the other hand, so impressive that he could distinguish people and the objects around them through the levels of cursed energy radiated.

still, accidents happened. whether it be him breaking his glasses, or forgetting them as young children do, he quickly learned the drawbacks to his technique. no normal medicine could relieve the pain and no sorcerer was strong enough to either.

gojo satoru met you at fifteen years old on his first day at tokyo jujutsu high. you wore a uniform similar to shoko's but your skirt was closer to the floor than it was to your thigh. your hair was longer than most female sorcerers and tied into a plait that hung against your back. in all honesty, you appeared quite plain to him. nothing particularly stood out. not even your cursed energy was particularly strong.

but you were gorgeous. completely and utterly gorgeous. his glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he analysed you from afar and it wasn't till a slap on the shoulder from geto that he snapped out of it.

within six months of knowing one another, the two of you were dating. you picked up on his habit to forgo his glasses around you pretty quickly and you definitely didn't miss the increasing amount of discomfort that would cause him.

"why do you do that?" you asked him one time.

the two of you were on a date in the park. a picnic blanket had been laid out and satoru had bought basically every single pastry and sweet at the bakery next to the park. you'd barely managed to make it through half till the both of you had given up and opted for cloud watching, giggling as he joked that one cloud in particularly looked very similar to nanami's 'emo' haircut.

satoru turned to his side to look at you questioningly, his head resting on his hand, "do what?"

"take off your glasses," you gestured to the folded pair of black glasses by his head. "i don't have to be a doctor to realise that you're in a lot of pain right now." the longer you lay there, the less satoru was actually looking up at the sky, instead just listening to you as you pointed out shapes and animals.

you knew the toll six eyes could take on his body.

he kept his eyes screwed shut when he wasn't looking at you to ease the the pain from the intense light that was too overpowering for his splitting headache. he winced when a kid screamed too loudly or ran too close and his fingers would push against the sides of his head frustratedly. as if he thought hard enough, the pain would just go away.

his lips tilted up into a lopsided grin, "but i see you."

you twisted so that your body was parallel to his. there was a faint blush on your cheeks now but you didn't look away from his eyes. how could you? "you always see me."

"not with those stupid glasses," satoru frowned, and you think it was the most serious you had seen him since you met. "seeing you and seeing your energy are two very different things."

"you're hurting yourself," you pointed out, placing one of your hands onto his cheek to gently stroke your thumb against his skin. his shoulders relaxed slightly and he leant into your touch like it was magic. like you were some drug that numbed the pain, replacing it with a special serotonin only you could give him.

"worth it." satoru kissed your palm.

that was his only response. worth it. and he stuck to it even a decade later.

"old habits die hard, i guess," satoru tried to laugh at his poorly made joke, but only a few shakey breaths came out. you'd been home thirty minutes and he'd already been sick twice. he'd curled himself up in your shared bed not long after the second time and that was where he was when you began scolding him for his carelessness.

"you are twenty eight," you rant exasperatedly, juxtaposing your voice that is no louder than a gentle whisper, "you have three first years to be looking after right now, but no, someone wanted to go out for dinner and someone didn't want to wear their glasses, and someone-"

satoru's much larger hand squeezed yours, "don't be cruel. i do this for you, my love." his blindfold was now on (you had made him put it on as soon as you had gotten home) but you know him well enough to know he was staring up at you with those lovesick eyes that made you weak at the knees.

"i just worry," your tone eased. you had no issue looking after your husband, you never had. it wasn't his fault that he got the migraines per se. yes, he could definitely be doing more to mitigate the severity, but he was stubborn. that had never changed. "i've seen you fight special grades. i hate seeing a stupid headache hurt you so much."

"lay with me."

"you're sweaty and sick." you scrunched up your nose, eyes flicking to the en suite you'd just cleaned and back to the cold flannel on his forehead as his body temperature fluctuated.

he shook his head, placing his index finger over his lips. "shhh, i'm passed that stage. pretty please? i need you."

gojo satoru was irresponsible at the best of times. he'd been raised to believe he was invincible and had been spoiled to always get what he had wanted. there was no telling him what to do when he'd already decided an hour ago exactly what he wanted to do.

but there was something about being needed by gojo satoru. you could never say no to him. so whether it be due to his own decision to stare into the eyes of his wife during a romantic night out, or an extensive fight against a cursed spirit, you would always be there to clean up and make sure he was wrapped up in bed all cosy.

and you would always lift up the covers and climb in once there was no more that you could do but simply act as a pillow for your husband as he tried to sleep off the throbbing pain.

a/n. um so my previous post on this topic blew up and i’m so so grateful so i thought i’d expand a little on this hc for anyone that was interested. rambled a bit towards the end but i hope you still like it!! love you lots xxx

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sarathrwizard · 22 days ago

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7 Day Camp Stay. Day: 1

okay, so this is part 2! (I know, this is confusing. Day 1 part 2, huuuuhhhh????)

Again, souly based on my camping trip. Most I changed was I turned into Donnie and minimizing 10 people onto 4.

Still wish I could be making some of this stuff up, but it was what it was. And it was still a good trip all in all. :)

Hope you enjoy Day: 1! (under the cut.)

7 Day Camp Stay

Day: 1

Three times he had woken up last night. But this time the sun was up. Donnie checked his phone for the clock. It was already 10:15. Donnie groaned. It was too cold to get up. He had his sleeping bag all nice a cozy! But what was the point in sleeping away the entire day? He reluctantly got out of his sleeping bag and quickly threw on his coat.

He unzipped the door and stumbled out of the tent. It was sunny, if anything. But the wind was atrocious! It was making the tent go haywire! He looked over and saw the others have had their breakfast. He walked over and stood next to the fire pit.

"I didn't start you any eggs cause you were still sleeping. You know, they would have gotten cold!"

Mikey waved his toungs around. Picking at the charcoal pieces that were still glowing red.

"I can start you some now if you'd like!"

Donnie looked at Mikey, then looked at the coals. The fire was completely out and he didn't want Mikey to have to build another fire just to cook a couple of eggs.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll have something else."

Donnie said as he walked over to the picnic table. He grabbed a couple pieces of bread and put a slice of cheese in between. It looked stupid, but it was a cheese sandwich none the less. Just not grilled. About an hour after having his breakfast, the others were starting lunch. Good-old turkey sandwiches! Without avocado this time.

"Hey, Donnie! Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Okay, we'll pack your sandwich away for later then!"

Donnie ran his finger through the dirt. He felt like he was missing something. Something he forgot to bring. No, it wasn't his lab. It wasn't even technology related. But he was missing it.

Throughout the day, Leo and Mikey were also finding that they had forgotten things they wish they brought along.

"Okay, okay! Fine!"

Raph flung his hands into the air and stood up from his camping chair.

"I can swing by the lair and grab some things for yall, okay? Now, what was it ya wanted?"

Mikey and Leo told him the various items. Raph knew he wouldn't remember all that so he had them write it down. Donnie was still sitting in the grass. Pulling out the grass blade by blade.

"Donnie, was there anything you wanted while I'm back at the lair getting these two guys their stuff?"

Raph knew it was a dangerous question, asking if Donnie wanted anything from home. He could ask for his entire lab, and Raph would have to tell him no. But Donnie seamed oddly quite. He nodded his head.

"Okay? Can you tell me?"

Donnie lifted his eyes to looked at Raph and shook his head.

"Okay then. I'll just bring you back with me so you can grab it yourself! Sound good?"

Donnie stood up and seamed like he was ready to go. So raph took Donnie back in the Taxi rocket to the lair with him. Raph had finished gathering the stuff on the list and went to find Donnie.

"Yo, Donnie! I'm done! Are you ready to go?"

Donnie came out of his room holding something small in his hands.

"Is that it?"

Raph asked because he was surprised Donnie didn't have a truckload of tech in his arms. Donnie nodded.

"... What is it?"

Donnie slowly opened his hands to reveal an Atomic Las action figure. It was silly that something so small and so simple felt like a lot more when you didn't have it near you. Raph chuckled slightly.

"That's all you want?"

Raph asked with a smile.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's get this stuff over to the campsite!"

Soon they arrived back at camp where Mikey was already starting the fire to make dinner.

"Back so soon I see?"

"Yup! Here Leo, I gotcha your comic books."

"Thanks!"

"What are you making, Mikey?"

"Walking tacos! It's where you take a small bag of chips-"

Mikey proceeded to demonstrate.

"Put some ground beef in it. Put some cheese, lettuce, sour cream, guacamole-"

There was that avocado again. Something about 'guacamole' didn't sound very appatizing that day.

"Close the bag, mix it up, aaaand done! For you, Donnie!"

Donnie took the bag and peaked inside. It looked like a jumbled mess. But I mean, it smelled good! And he was kind of hungry sense he didn't actually eat that extra sandwich they made him. He took his food over to the picnic table and ate there. Mikey proceeded to serve everyone else too.

After they were done eating, Donnie picked up a bar of soap and was about to walk to the restrooms himself, until everyone else decided they had to go as well. So they all walked over to the restrooms. This wasn't so bad. It felt safer knowing his brothers were right there by his side. Mikey, being a typical younger brother, ran to the restroom. Either he was blowing off excess energy, or he really had to go that bad. That was a question only Mikey could answer.

Four entered the restrooms, but only three appeared to have come out. Raph and Leo were chittering there heads off. Donnie looked around and noticed Mikey was not with them.

"Where's Mikey?"

"Probably still in the bathroom."

Leo foulded his hands behind his head. Donnie stopped and turned around to confirm this probability. Opening the door, he peaked inside to see if he was washing his hands. Nope.

"Mikey? You still in here?"

...No answer. Donnie walked in and peaked under the stall doors to see if his feet were anywhere. Empty. Mikey was not in the restroom. He went back outside and checked around the restrooms. He wasn't there either. He quickly made his way back to the camp. Just when he was about to tell the others that he couldn't find Mikey, he found him snuggled up in an orange sleeping bag.

"Oh... Hi Dee! What's up?"

"I could have sworn you had went to the restrooms with us!"

"Oh, I did!"

"...Then how come I didn't see you exit?"

"Cause I was done before you even left the stall."

"Oh, Oh.. okay, I understand now. Sorry to bother you."

Donnie exited Raph and Mikeys tent and walked over to his he shared with Leo. Speaking of which, Leo was already in his sleeping bag and sound asleep! Guess it doesn't take much to run his energy battery down. Donnie quietly crawled into the tent and wiggled into his sleeping bag. The temperature should be warming that night. Somewhat of a relief for Donnie. He did not like the cold, at all.

...

30 minutes later, a horrible dizziness came over Donnie. It made his stomach turn. He shifted his position but nothing was helping. He looked at the tent as it swayed back and forth, back and forth. That didn't help at all! Quickly he scamper out of the tent. He felt like you could throw up at any given moment. His stomach settled down slightly once he was outside. But the wind was still howling. Sending shivers up and down his spine. Donnie decided he'd make a break for the restrooms. He grabbed the soap again and quickly rushed to the restrooms. The temperature was warmer that night by 20 degrees. Then why did it feel like it was freezing? His back tensed up and his teeth chattered so loud he could have woken up his brothers from a mile away!

He made it to the restrooms and quickly got inside. Again, he went into his little corner in the large restroom stall and took deep breaths. If he threw up now, at least he could easily clean it up. His throat felt thick. If he had just a little water to drink, that would fix everything, right? But he left his bottle at the tents. He then started thinking about the food he ate. At that very moment, food sounded like the most disgusting thing ever! Thinking about it made him feel sicker! He took in a few more deep breaths, hoping to calm the storm building up in his stomach. Slouching over made it hard to breathe, but sitting straight made his head spin. It was a lose-lose situation. All he could do was pray that it'd go away.

An hour he sat in that restroom stall. And finally, it felt like the dizziness left. He got up and briefly use the bathroom while he was there. Washing up, he could feel he wasn't so cold anymore. And when he walked outside, the temperature felt better. Still a little chilly, but it was manageable now. Donnie made it back to the tents. Opening up his tent door, he saw Leo, sleepily sitting up. Donnie stared at him, but Leo just stared into nothing. Before Donnie could ask if anything was wrong, Leo settled back down in his sleeping bag and pulled it up as high as it would go. Donnie saw that he looked a little cold sense he wasn't wareing his coat to sleep, as he usually would during camping. Donnie grabbed a small blanket from the side and draped it over. Leo stirred, but looked comfortable. Donnie proceeded to climb into his sleeping bag and drift off into sleep for the night.

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Ough boy! That was not a fun night, but I made it through!

If you enjoyed the story, then... yay? Good to know you love ✨️MiSeRy!✨️ (just kidding!)

Hope you have a wonderful day! Lord bless you! ❤️

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#rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #saverottmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #Rise raph #Rise Mikey #Novel #based on a true story

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matcha-milkies · 3 months ago

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sapphic !! atom eve x reader ⚢

food for thought (all sfw):

☁︎ she absolutely loves manifesting new clothes for you. cute jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, jackets, dresses, overalls, bucket hats, heels, sneakers, boots, whatever your style is, she’s all too happy to oblige and bring to life your deepest pinterest-board desires.

☁︎ if you can’t fly but you want to, she will take you flying, bridal style. if you can fly, she loves to skim the clouds while holding hands with you.

☁︎ she lets you brush her hair a lot (and likes to brush yours if it’s long enough).

☁︎ sometimes you two just sit on her bed and make out for a little while her parents are away.

☁︎ if you’re going to school, eve is happy to do chill study sessions with you where the two of you vibe and listen to lofi beats together. if you struggle with anything science-related, it’s eve to the rescue.

☁︎ most of your dates are in gorgeous, secluded areas untouched by civilization, where you have the absolute best view. you sit together on a cliff watching the sunrise, or have a picnic, or sometimes just walk along the beach holding hands.

☁︎ adam is weird about you two being together. not blatantly queerphobic per se, but he has an unsophisticated grasp of sapphic love, i.e. assumes you both have to be lesbians as opposed to bisexual. if you are femme he might be confused because eve is also femme and he does not understand the concept of femme4femme or butch4butch.

☁︎ betsy is well-meaning but doesn’t really get it either. but she adores you and loves to make snacks for you whenever you come over. she’ll always try to make conversation although sometimes it gets awkward.

☁︎ not to be cliche, but rex is extremely jealous at first (maybe of both of you?) he makes little digs at you, but he doesn’t dare do it in front of eve because the one time he tried that, she turned all his meals that day into stale soggy burger mart fries. eventually he does warm up to you, especially if you’re a supe and go on occasional missions together, he would come to respect your skill and your desire to help others.

☁︎ mark is of course a sweetheart to you because he’s just a good kid. he tags along sometimes on missions (if you’re a supe). otherwise you guys just hang out together at the movies or whatever.

☁︎ sometimes eve takes your hands in hers and just stares into your eyes. or brushes her thumb against your temple as you lie across from each other.

☁︎ if you like flowers... you are going to get a lot of them.

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wdxghosty · 9 months ago

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Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

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berryhobii · 1 year ago

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Hello!! Could you please do a drabble about the first time the MyPerson! couple had a sexual moment? I feel like reader would expect a shy Namjoon, since he is on his day to day quite calm and collected, but he would surprise her being nasty and obsessed with her

Hi! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy!

The first time you and Namjoon slept together was after a phone call you had with one of your friends from America. Eventually the conversation steered to you and Namjoon and your lack of sex. You two had just moved in together which was exciting in itself but with this came a lot of newfound revelations.

One was that you and Namjoon had yet to be intimate despite being together for almost a year and a half. It’s not that you didn’t want to, the situation just hadn’t presented itself yet.

Namjoon wasn’t necessarily shy. He was eloquent and knew how to voice himself, not afraid to tell you if he was uncomfortable.

However, he was a little stiff when it came to physical affection. Kisses and hugs were fine but stuff like sitting on his lap or wandering hands caused him to freeze up. You never pushed, comfortable with simple affection but you did wonder if something was wrong. Was he attracted to you? He must be, right?

Namjoon returned home after a long day of work, his worries melting away when he caught sight of you standing at the door. After a tight hug and a few kisses, you parted. Although, you couldn’t help but notice the throb between your thighs after pressing yourself against the muscled physique of your man. Damn, he was hot.

You followed him through the apartment and to the bathroom where he washed his hands. “How was your day?”

He sighed. “Same as always. I have some time off to use though so I’ll be home all week.”

You came up behind him, pushing your thumbs into his upper back to relieve some of the tension he had there. He groaned, head knocking back as he melted into your touch. You had to bite your lip to keep your own moan inside. He was not making this any easier and you know he didn’t even know the affect he was having on you.

“That’s good. You should be relaxing. Maybe we can go for a picnic or have a massage.” That second one was more of a suggestion for yourself. You definitely needed something pounding all of his sudden stress out of your body.

You hadn’t even realized just how horny you were until you actually thought about it. You were a healthy young woman with a healthy sex drive but honestly, you’ve barely thought about sex or even giving yourself a little self care since you started dating. It just hasn’t been on your mind. Namjoon provided you with a different kind of intimacy and connection that felt more fulfilling than sex.

He turned around to face you, leaning back against the sink, dragon like eyes staring at you. You suddenly felt like he was picking every atom of your being apart.

“That sounds great, baby. I just want to spend time with you.”

Fuck it.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you yanked him to your body, capturing his lips in a feverish kiss.

He made a noise of surprise, almost falling over but regaining his footing and reciprocating the kiss. You made out for a little bit, your hands traveling down the planes of his chest and to his abs. Your manicured nails felt him up over his clothes, already hating the fabric for separating you.

Namjoon pulled away first, your lips chasing his but he held you back, a little chuckle coming from him. “Baby, what’s going on with you?” He sounded breathless, his chest falling and raising as he tried to regain his breath.

You bit your lip. Now was a better time than any to speak your mind.

“Namjoon…..I love you very much and I’m so glad to have you in my life but I’ve been wondering….”You clenched his shirt in your fists. “Why haven’t we slept together yet? Do you not want to? Are you not attracted to me in that way?”

Silence passed between you two and insecurity immediately started jabbing you like a bunch of tiny needles.

You shouldn’t have said anything. You knew it! How would you two ever recover from this?

Although suddenly, his silly laugh made you look up, eyes widening. What the hell?

His eyes sparkled with mirth, those dimples you loved to kiss popping in both of his cheeks. He was so handsome.

“What?” Your mouth dropped. “What’s funny?”

His laughter died down to little giggles. “You are, baby.”

If you could blush, you probably would be but that’s impossible against your melanin. Good thing embarrassment didn’t discriminate and came in many forms.

“What?”

Suddenly, his hands grabbed at your thighs, lifting you up and turning you around until you were sat on the counter. With one hand, he pressed into your back so that you were arched into him, breasts pressed against his chest.

He leaned closer to you, his minty breath cascading over your face, dark eyes staring into yours. Never had you seen him wear such an expression on his normally kind and youthful face.

Like he was ready to devour you.

“Of course I’m attracted to you. Have you seen yourself? You don’t know how many cold showers I’ve had to take after seeing you bounce around in your little gym shorts.” His other hand went to squeeze at your ass. “I just wanted to respect your boundaries. I didn’t want you to think sex was all I wanted from you.”

Your hands traveled across his shoulders to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. “I’ve never thought that. You’ve always made me feel safe.”

His smile was genuine and so was his love. Why were you concerned again? You couldn’t remember.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more.”

And you sealed it with a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, Namjoon used both hands to grip at your ass, pulling a shocked squeak from you.

“Now why don’t I show you just how attracted I am to you?”

Something told you that you were in for a long night.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ohhhhh my goddddd….”

“Arch your fucking back, there you go. Good girl.”

How many times had you came? You lost count after……did you know how to count? The only thoughts in your head were Namjoon, faster, harder, and whatever other jumbles of syllables his cock forced past your throat.

Your hands had managed to pull the sheets off the bed from how tightly you gripped them. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth, your hair sweated out from your silk press, and your nails actually hurt a little from how hard you’ve been grabbing everything.

Namjoon’s hand pressed into your back, keeping your arch in place, the other squeezing at your ass cheek to reveal your creamy cunt sucking him in. Condoms weren’t even a thought between the two of you but that was a worry for later. He knew he should be being more responsible but how could he when your pussy was juicier than a peach and sucking him in like you wanted him to stay? Fuck, he was obsessed with you.

“J-joon…..please! Y-y-y-you….” You wanted to call him a fucking animal since you two have been going for close to 2 hours now but you were sure he knew that already. You’d be sore as hell later but who the hell cared when he was jabbing into your soft spots as if he had studied your body like a book just before this.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock. You thought I wasn’t attracted to you? I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I met you. Now I will. Every. Fucking. Day.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust, his cock punishing your walls like you were being scolded.

You were in for it now. Hopefully for the rest of your life.

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spysbabygirl · 1 year ago

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First Date

-This is my first fanfic in years I may make these later-

Scout

Scout takes you to a chicken place-

He knows the best place for a bucket of fried chicken and the best deals.-

After eating, he sticks some straws in his nose and makes walrus noises to make you laugh.-

And to finish the date off he takes you out to get ice cream.-

Demoman

Demoman would take you to a beer garden-

Everything is fun with beer being passed around and music blasting-

Till Demo and you get so drunk you, both get into fights and get banned from the beer garden.-

You both leave stumbling and singing your way back to the base.-

Heavy

Heavy takes you to a ballet show of Swanlake.-

He even got the box seats but it was later revealed only because those were the only seats he could fit in.-

Heavy wanted to show you that there's a softer side to him.-

When he watches you can see how invested and his appreciation for the art is. -

As you watch on you can feel a chill and then the warmth of a suit jacket being placed on you by heavy himself.-

Spy

Spy would take you to the fanciest place he can take you even if it means flying you both out of town.-

He would set up everything to be perfect even the red dress he picked out for you.-

After eating a steak dinner paired with red wine you both have a sweet slice of chocolate cake.-

Once the dinner is done and paid for you watch the night stars cuddled up together.

Engi

Engi would take you to the best BBQ in town as live music plays.-

You both had the best-pulled pork sandvich that's soaked in grease and BBQ sauce.-

As live music plays and bellies are full of food you go do some line dancing together.-

After some line dancing you start to have some cold beers.-

And to end the date he plays his guitar and serenades you back at the base.-

Soldier

Soldier takes you to the zoo.-

As you both are walking to see the animals he's quoting Sun Tzu but it didn't sound quite right.-

Once you get to the lions he starts telling one of his war stories.-

He finished one of his war stories and to prove it was all true he jumps over the railing and fights the lions.-

You take him back to the base so the medic can tend to his wounds as you tell him how strong and proud you are of him.-

Sniper

Sniper would pack a picnic.-

He packed what is assumed was Sandvitch's and what was once cold beers.-

You and Sniper sat down and decided against eating and just drank the lukewarm beers.-

It was the perfect spot the woods were glowing as the sun set came down.-

With a beer in hand, you cuddle up to Sniper and take a deep breath and you both relax for the first time.-

Pyro

Pyro takes you to the carnival.-

You both binge on sugary sweets and watch a ton of the small shows they hold.

Pyro wanted to go to the bumper cars they just don't know how aggressive they are being.-

You decide to take them to the horse carousel Pyro takes a horse with pink hair and colorful flowers as you take a f/c themed horse right next to them.-

Pyro wanted to win you a prize but he was sad when all he could win you was a mini plush balloonicorn key chain but once he saw how happy it made you his cheerful self was back.-

Medic

Medic takes you to an 1800s medical museum.-

You both watch the first amputee surgery video ever recorded.-

He admired the old medical tools that were used saying things like "I could use somesinglike zis in my collecthion. "-

While slightly more educated and traumatized from the date he does buy you an atomically correct heart necklace from the gift shop.-

-Sorry for my bad writing for a German accent.-

#tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 mercs #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 fanfiction

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obeetlebeetle · 4 months ago

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if you look at it the right way. roadside picnic could be abt vampirism. like what if we transcended via splitting the atom / being turned into the thing that defies god, thereby achieving a sort of personal apotheosis?

#i will be thinking abt nuclear power and vampirism all night. and maybe a little bit abt alecto again

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togglesbloggle · 2 years ago

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Things I Wish I Could Tell My Grandmother

I often wish I could tell her about my partner. My coming out as such would have been hard for her- I don’t think the declaration of my sexual identity would really do her much good. Different generations and all that, she wouldn’t have understood. But she’d really have liked my partner, as a person. They’re both so polite, you know? Exacting without being neurotic, proper. She was raised in frankly astonishing privilege, trained from childhood to meet with senators and other such powerful men. As a consequence she always knew how to do things just so, invariably careful to keep to whatever Byzantine rules governed a picnic differently from a formal dinner, or to recall the proper ways to appreciate the visual arts versus the performing. There was a little mantra she had about the meaning of courtesy- “to do the nicest thing in the nicest way.” She would have seen that in him too, I think, the same kindness.

I wish I could tell her about my career- NASA and Mars exploration and all that. She’d have been delighted, I expect. She never did tell us why she was willing to give up her old social caste, to marry down into a family that had to work for its supper. But I can’t imagine it was an accident that she picked an engineer from a long line of engineers and science types. The space program today still carries a lot of that specific flavor of optimism that was so common in the first part of the 20th century when she made her choice, the hope for the future that was all tangled up with bigger rockets and taller cities and lasers and the power of the atom. So I wish I could show that off for her, talk about my own adventures and trials trying to carry that torch forward just a little bit more.

I wish I could tell her about the damn chocolate milk. She’s always eating too much or too little- there’s just no real way for her to know whether she’s eaten on any given day, so her food intake is really all over the map. Sneaking off for snacks at one moment, turning down dinner at the next. And at a certain point, the brain just stops coordinating the limbic system properly; I don’t think her hunger signals are particularly trustworthy any more, though it’s hard to tell for sure. Throw in the diabetes, and it’s probably the single biggest challenge for her health, if you don’t count falls and the usual perils for a woman that old.

I wish I could tell her that her husband is dead. That her father is dead, that her brothers are dead. That these men that she waits for aren’t coming, and will never come again. I wish she could grieve their absence, and not just wait, and wait, and never heal from the pain of parting. I wish I could tell her that her kids have long since gone on to build families and kids of their own, and that she’s already a part of so many new lives that are only just beginning.

Most of all, I wish I could tell her that love lasts longer than the memory of love. That her love for others has long since escaped the narrow confines of her mind and made it out to the world, and remade the form of things around her. That it’s disguised as children, as grandchildren, as a home. That it multiplies out there endlessly until now, at the end of her life, almost everything that touches her is some secret face of her love, coming back to meet her. Slippers that appear by her bed in the winter, and bags of birdseed hidden in the bushes outside her window, bringing clouds of birds to watch every day. The hands that help her from her bed to the table every morning- a woman trembling with weakness and a fear of falling but always, always too polite to miss breakfast.

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flowery-laser-blasts · 1 year ago

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How would the first meeting between Drakken and Shego’s brothers would go?

Good question! First technical meeting was during the episode 'Go team Go' but that was barely anything. Let me try and write down how I think a first meeting would go:

So I suppose after the episode, the next best meeting could be during a family orientated holiday (Thanksgiving or Christmas). It would be very likely that Hego, after finding out where Drakken's Lair is located, would send an invitation for them to visit during the holiday; no hero activities, no villain activities just family stuff + Drakken. Drakken is a sucker for family orientated outings (See the yearly evil family picnic that he organises for his henchmen and the time he celebrated Christmas with first only Ron and then with the Possibles and Shego).

If Drakken gets his hands on the invitation first: Drakken might keep it a secret from Shego and makes her come along with him to GoCity under the guise of "We're going there for evil shopping" or anything and 'coincidentally' bumping into Hego.

If Shego gets get hands on the invitation: Shego will probably burn it and toss it away. However, she won't wait for it to burn out (like the photo strip of her and Kim in 'Stop team Go'). So Drakken might see it and stomp it out, see the address and could potentially read that it's an invite and then do the same as the previous part, go to Go-city.

Alternative: Drakken invites team Go to the lair for a family reunion.

Drakken and Hego would formally introduce themselves to each other and Shego would try and go away but gets stopped by the Wegos who surround her with hugs. Eventually she just gives up and everyone goes to GoTower or Lair.

Drakken + the Go brothers impressions:

Wegos & Drakken: The twins would probably be neutral over Drakken. He looks a tad boring to them compared to the Go villains. They are mischievous though and first pretend to be 1 sibling, making Drakken confused because he thought they were twins, then triplets??? Quintuplets?!? "Oh, just twins with multiplication powers, haha of course--." Drakken would also think they're around the age of Kim's brothers so he got them a pranksters' science kit as present. "How to build an atomic whoopy cushion? Neat!". Drakken is okay in their book.

Mego & Drakken: A looooooooooong silence between them. Mego and Drakken would probably start with having the least common interests, but something they both like to talk about is themselves. One would start talking about some anecdotes connecting to their line of work, then in turns they interrupt each other to tell another 'funny story that I just remembered cause of this story'. The conversation then turns into talking about Shego. Both of them then bond over getting onto Shego's nerves.. until Shego interrupts them "Hahaha, oh that's funny-- hey don't stop talking about me now, you guys seemed to have so much fun!" "Yes, uh, well, we're just--" "Boy! All that socialising sure dried up my throat. I'll get myself a water, would you like some too, Doctor Drakken?" "Why, yes Mego, here let me help you!!" And both of them hurry away into the kitchen before Shego can say anything. They also compliment each other's hairdo but secretly think it looks lame and theirs looks better.

Hego & Drakken: I feel like this is a double edged sword. They both like the Oh Boyz and probably would sing Karaoke during the party (making Shego and Mego cringe in their seats). They could talk about the fastfood industry/horeca in general and maybe Hego likes Snowman Hank as well.

Now the negative aspect. I think at one point during the party, Drakken might ask Hego something along the lines of "So, you are okay with your sister being evil? Running from the law? A super Villain's sidekick?" and Hego laughs it off, replying "Oh, yeah well, I'm not that worried. You see, if she's paired up with the likes of you, it'll be ok." At first Drakken might be flattered but then, "What do you mean, "paired up with the likes of me"?"

Hego explains that he knows that Drakken is no 'real villain'. After first seeing him, he looked up everything about Drakken in a villain database and concluded that Drakken is no real threat, at least not like the true villains that terrorise GoCity (according to him). Shego probably is the safest with Drakken cause she'll never be in real danger because of his shenanigans. Drakken will get fired up because this definetely hurts his ego. He will start getting real angry and tries picking a fight with Hego, telling him he's probably the reason that Shego left for villainy, because he's such a goodie two shoes that controls everyone like they're tools to get him in the best light and adoration of the city. Hego and Drakken will eventually get closer to actual fighting but Shego steps in, scolding both of them hard. "This is exactly why I didn't want to come." Shego grabs Drakken by his collar and heads out.

It's not the most perfect first meeting, but it's a first meeting nonetheless. I hope you liked my take on it!

#kim possible #kimpossible #dr drakken #drakken #drdrakken #dr. drakken #dr.drakken #shego #hego #wegos #mego #team go #teamgo #stop team go #go team go

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areyoudoingthis · 1 year ago

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Some days he feels like he never woke up from the dream where magic was real and Stede was a mermaid. Not because this -their relationship, their life together- doesn't feel real, because it does, it feels real like the breeze on his face and the ground beneath his boots and the immensity of the sky above him, but because he never knew any of what he's experienced with Stede over the past few weeks was possible. In his wildest fantasies, maybe, he dreamed of sweet tea and fine fabrics, the warmth of good brandy sliding down his throat while the fire kept his feet cozy and Stede's voice spread like wildfire through his chest. But his imagination failed him so completely when it comes to Stede Bonnet. - Stede takes Ed dancing.

They're having dinner together at a lovely eatery Stede found during their most recent supply run, a place with some pretty decent seafood and a great atmosphere. It's date night again, a new tradition Stede introduced two days into their relationship. It never falls on the same day twice, not with their unpredictable lifestyle, but he's been committed to finding time for them to spend alone together doing something special at least once a week ever since they found each other again, and he's never missed a single one so far. It does something to Ed's insides to know Stede is so determined to spend time with him, romantic time, relationship building time. Candlelit dinners and picnics under the sky and dressing up for each other and all the pageantry they could want.

He thinks maybe he should have known their life together would be like this, full of warmth and good food and happiness. It was impossible to believe in at one point, even when he wanted it with every atom in his body. But of course Stede would want to come up with fancy elaborate ritual after fancy elaborate ritual for them to share, that's who he is. And Ed's discovering maybe that's who he is, too.

Their days together go like this: they have breakfast together every morning (unless there's an emergency with the crew, and there's a fair bit if those aboard the Revenge), work on fixing what still needs repairing around the ship, go on raids that Ed mostly ignores, hang out with the crew, have story time where Stede does the voices again to everyone's delight. All of that is already entirely unfamiliar to him. Even during their first run on the Revenge, in what he thinks of as the Before Times, he wasn't allowed to take things slow, to sit out raids, to stay behind helping with meals or fishing or tending to things instead of being expected to destroy them.

There are also all the little glowing moments he and Stede spend together throughout their day. Lazy mornings in bed, meals just for the two of them, a few moments here and there to catch up with each other. The nights are his favorite, when he's tired from a job well done and sleepy and warm in their bed, still feeling a little vulnerable from everything he's been through and is still going through, and Stede makes them a cup of tea and then tucks him in safely, his warm and solid body wrapped around Ed like a blanket, making him feel like maybe nothing will ever hurt him again.

And in between all that they talk, and talk and talk. They learn each other's life stories. Ed finds out about Louis and Alma, about Mary's new husband and how good he is to them, how much Stede misses his kids but doesn't regret his decision, because this is the life he wants to live, the man he wants to be. And Ed offers the memory of his Mum in return, tells Stede about the one other person in his life who ever showed him how to be soft. Stede holds him while he cries and covers his skin in tender kisses until he feels okay, less like he's tied to a rock and drowning all over again.

He learns about Stede's favorite books (adventure novels most of them), his favorite color (purple), his music tastes (he needs to get out more), and when Stede brings him a whole entire harpsichord back from a raid to replace the organ that went overboard, Ed plays for him when he's in the mood, and Stede watches him with a besotted expression every time.

And then there are the dates. Sometimes they happen on the ship, in front of the fireplace in their cabin, on deck under the moonlight. But whenever they make landfall, Stede makes sure there's enough time left after the business of unloading loot and purchasing supplies to take Ed somewhere nice he sought out for that specific purpose and spoil him rotten. Beautiful sights, good food, great music, Stede pulls out all the stops.

Ed supposes, in a world where a man can turn into a seagull, magic might be a little real after all.

Tonight, a small band is playing, the patrons are clearly enjoying themselves, animated chatters fills the air around them and some people are dancing in a small cluster near the band. Ed's stomach is full of good food, Stede is regaling him with a story of his adventures on their most recent raid, and Ed's entire being feels at peace. This, also, is absolutely new. Sometimes he doesn't know what the fuck to do with this feeling, it turns sharp edged in his own mind, terrifying in its novelty. He thinks maybe he's not afraid of it, he's afraid that it won't last. Or maybe that it will, he doesn't fucking now.

But right now the fear can't reach him - Stede is the torch in the dark that keeps it at bay. He laughs when Stede describes in vivid detail the way he and Frenchie teamed up to send a couple of bratty merchants scattering in fear. He will never tire of the way Stede enjoys the world, finding adventure and daring wherever he goes. He has equal amounts of fun taking over ships as he does coming up with new voices for story time to entertain the crew. And Ed loves him, loves everything about him, too, loves being near him and breathing the same air and holding his hand and kissing him and he wants to spend the rest of his days doing this.

Stede finishes his story and smiles coyly at him, and Ed immediately knows he's going to say yes to whatever comes out of his mouth next, and he's going to love doing it.

"Would you like to dance, darling?"

Warmth sweeps through his body like a tidal wave, and he gets up and pushes his chair away from the table without hesitation. No one's ever asked him to dance before. He can't wait to be in Stede's arms again.

It turns out dancing is, in fact, a fucking wonderful excuse to be held closely. Stede places a hand securely on his waist, tangles the fingers of the other one with Ed's, pulls him tight against his body, and they sway in place among the other couples, just two men in love with each other enjoying their night out. Ed would crawl inside Stede's chest and make his home there if he could, safe and warm forever next to Stede's heart.

He wonders, as Stede guides their bodies together to the music, if he will ever get used to this, to Stede being a permanent presence in his life, to being someone who is cared about so thoroughly, cherished in countless, infinite ways from the second he opens his eyes and finds himself alive to enjoy another day to the moment he shuts them to go to sleep. Wonders if he will ever stop feeling like the world is spinning and spinning around him, like he's just a small sloop caught in a storm, like some day he'll be overcome by the vertigo and go overboard like a deckhand with three days experience on the job.

He feels oddly overwhelmed, like his own heart is a few sizes too big and is rapidly filling up with water, like every nerve ending is alive and on fire and the world is just too much -too loud, too bright, his own skin too tight.

Stede gives him a peck on the lips and Ed's knees go a little weak, his weight shifts more heavily onto Stede as his legs fail to hold him upright. Stede catches him without effort, the hand on his waist curling around his back to press him even closer. Ed feels like he can't breathe, like his entire body is overheating, like he's too full of sentiment and it's all gonna spill out of him any minute in some catastrophic way.

"Can we go back to the ship, babe?" he asks. Whatever's going on with him, he'd rather not do it in public. He feels scarily close to falling apart just from a little bit of dancing.

"Of course, love." Ed wonders if he will cry in front of all these strangers.

The trip back to the ship gives him time to settle down somewhat. Stede holds his hand all the way to the dinghy, and he only lets go so he can row them back to the Revenge. He chats the whole time as the strong muscles of his arms bring them home, and the constant sound of his voice mixed with the oars hitting the water grounds Ed back into his own body. He doesn't remember much of what Stede says afterwards, but he doesn't think Stede minds, gets the feeling that the talking was more for Ed's sake than his. He takes in deep lungfuls of ocean air once they're back on deck, the familiar salty smell cleansing his head and slowing down his heartbeat.

By the time they're back in their cabin he feels almost normal again. Almost. And then Stede cups his cheek in the palm of his hand, tangles his fingers through his hair, scratches his fingernails over his scalp, grips the back of his neck and strokes it with his thumb, and all the previous weakness rushes back into Ed's knees.

"Take me to bed, please?" he asks, voice small and coming out of him like his throat is full of glass. Are those tears running down his face? What the fuck is going on with him tonight.

Stede hugs him, just holds him tenderly in his arms for a few moments, and then he does as Ed asked and pulls him by their joined hands towards their bed.

Once he's lying down on the silky sheets, Ed feels a lot less worried about falling apart and a lot more concerned with getting his hands on Stede. He reaches for the waistband of his pants, untucks his shirt to touch hot skin, tugs on it a little impatiently and whines when it gets stuck on Stede's arms.

"Take this off." He's inordinately pissed at the fancy bit of fabric. Stede chuckles but does as he asks.

"Bit impatient today, are we?"

"Don't fucking trifle with me, Stede. I need to feel you. I'll fucking die if I don't."

"Now that would be a terrible tragedy, wouldn't it, darling? I would never deprive you like that." He just says shit like that all the time, like it's nothing, like it doesn't make Ed's brain feel like mush every time he hears it.

The sex isn't new, okay. He's had sex before in his life, as much of it as he could, actually. Sex is nice, it feels good, he likes that. But the hunger that eats at his bones every time he's near Stede like this is a complete fucking discovery. He doesn't understand exactly where it comes from, just that if he doesn't start touching him soon he will float away and disappear into the sky.

Stede discards his shirt on the floor and lifts Ed off the bed so he can take his off, as well. The leagues and leagues of their skin that are now in contact make him feel a bit less starved. He spreads his legs open to make space for Stede between them, drags his hands up and down Stede's strong back, digs his fingernails down in the way he knows Stede likes to hear him whimper.

"Hmm, always so lovely," is the response he gets. Again with the saying that shit like it's nothing.

Stede brushes his hair aside and kisses his neck, sucks tender skin between his lips and then soothes it with his tongue. Ed bites down on his shoulder with a gasp.

"You're a needy little thing tonight, aren't you?"

Ed almost cries. He wants to say yes, please, anything. He feels cracked open, made of want and need and desperate and absolutely not above begging.

"Please, please touch me, get your fucking hands on me, please."

Stede holds himself on his elbows above him, still so fucking calm and level-headed when Ed feels like his heart is a wild creature and his mind is about to run away from him, taking his sanity with it for good, bye bye.

"Anything you want, love. Especially when you ask so nicely." And there goes Ed's sanity after all.

He undoes the buttons of Ed's pants and pushes them down his hips, then sits up in bed to slide them all the way off. The drag of fabric against his skin feels so good, and his cock jumps when Stede's pants join his on the floor quickly afterwards and he's bare in front of him.

Ed's a little bit delirious by now, hard as a rock and leaking precome, and Stede's dick is so pretty, hanging heavy against his stomach, all pink and red and framed by all that curly blond hair that Ed wants to runs his hands through.

He blinks up at Stede from underneath his eyelashes, makes his eyes as wide as he can, and it works as it always does. Ed knows the power of that look, okay, and he's not ashamed to use it to his advantage. He's delighted by the results he gets when Stede braces himself above Ed and takes his cock in hand, tugs on it a couple of times, like he has all the time in the world.

"Was it the dancing, darling?" he asks. "If I'd know my skill as a dancer would work on you this well, I may have tried it sooner."

"Shut the fuck up." The absolute gall on that man. There's no bite to his words, though, even when his whole face and chest have turned red.

Stede laughs and kisses him, tightening the hand around his cock and moving it up and down in earnest now. He spreads the precome gathering on the tip over his shaft to smooth his movements, creates the most delicious friction. His hands are a blend of softness and hardening callouses, and Ed loves them so much, loves the way they feel on him and all the things they create.

He holds onto Stede like he's a life raft, hot breaths passing into his mouth and nails biting into his arms. The sensation of Stede's hand on his feverish skin is so much it's almost unbearable. He's dying for more.

He needs to touch him, needs to feel him pulse in his hand to know that this is real, that Stede is just as into this as he is, that he's not the only one who craves him so much every second of every day. So he reaches out for Stede's cock, and an odd calm settles over him when they're fully joined like this. Stede's hand on his dick, his tongue inside Ed's mouth, his cock heavy and lovely in Ed's palm. He's floating in calm waters again, safe and warm and loved.

"Hnng," is Stede's response.

Ed is infinitely pleased by the sound. He strokes him the way he knows Stede likes, fast and a little too tight, swipes his thumb over the head, fumbles for the oil on the windowsill with one hand and nearly spills the whole bottle on himself trying to open it without looking. Stede giggles and helps him pour some on their palms, and soon both of their hands are back on the other's cock, the slide smooth and absolutely divine now.

"Ah- darling, yes! Faster, please." This is what he wanted. He loves how loud Stede is during sex, how obviously and candidly into it he is. He makes love like he does everything else, all in without reservations.

And Ed knows he's not a whim to him, if he ever was. Not when Stede worships his body like this, takes care of his heart, tends to his soul. He feels dampness on his face and realizes he's still crying -Edward Teach crying during sex, what a fucking marvel. Stede kisses the tears from his cheeks, presses his lips delicately over his eyes, all while his hand is still making him see stars.

Ed rolls his hips up into Stede's fist, hooks a leg around his thigh, needy and unafraid to show it. He wants Stede to take him apart just like this, to brand his hands on Ed's skin so he knows where he belongs and he can never forget. He pulls Stede down to kiss him hungrily, all tongue and gasping breaths as he pours the desperation he feels into his mouth.

He feels his orgasm building from the roots of his hair, crashing over him like a wave in a storm. He will never drown while Stede is pressed against him like this, though, this is where he's safest. He buries a broken whine into Stede's skin as he comes, holds on for dear life as Stede keeps rocking into his hand, until he spills all over Ed's stomach with a moan of his name. Ed feels so lovely like this, covered in both of them, in the evidence of the joy and pleasure they bring each other. He wants to live in this moment forever.

Stede rests his weight more heavily onto him, and Ed feels so relaxed and secure he would never leave this bed and the embrace of Stede's arms if it was up to him.

He clings to Stede, winds every limb around him to keep him from getting up. He knows Stede will want to take care of him, clean up the sticky mess so they can get ready for sleep. "Don't go yet," he pleads.

"I'm not going anywhere, darling. Let me just-" he reaches down, plucks his shirt from the floor and wipes them both down with it as best he can. How he knew that if he went even an inch away from him Ed might shatter on the spot, he doesn't know. He understands him in ways Ed doesn't understand himself yet.

He lets Stede maneuver him around once he's thrown the shirt back onto the floor, settles contentedly on his chest and lets Stede wrap him in a soft blanket. He rests his head against Stede's heart, hair fanning all around him and tickling Stede's chin. Stede plants a kiss on his head, smooths down his hair and combs his fingers through it.

"I love you so much, Stede," he whispers it like a secret, just for Stede's ears.

"I love you, too, darling. To the moon and back."

Ed doesn't remember falling asleep.

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #my fic #hey this is so soft i cried #last one before the next two episodes!

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supervivens · 1 year ago

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The First Step is Always the Hardest

It's hard to imagine just one day out of your entire existence where you aren't plagued by memories of the past. Not a single day passes where I don't play back memories of my past, happy and sad, but still devastating nonetheless. I wake up every morning in my own bedroom. You would think that this would be a safe space void of memories. But every single atom in that room has a memory attached to it; the bed I was assaulted in more times than I can remember and I didn't even realise, the makeup stand that housed his products and aftershaves, the clothes rack that held his t-shirts and hoodies that I begged for, the photo frames that I ripped down after we split up, and wanted to burn once I realised he had assaulted me. Every part of my bedroom contains memories of him that will never go away. Somedays, I wish that those memories would just disappear, it would make the healing process much easier in theory, wouldn't it? However, I know if I had no memories of the years of pain he subjected then I would have no answers for the life long trauma he has left me with.

We were in a relationship for almost 2 years, he was my first everything: my first serious boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time. I was a virgin when we met, I'd never kissed a boy before, never even held a boys hand before. So when we met I was so excited because he genuinely seemed interested in me. At first it was amazing, we talked all day everyday, he complimented me everyday, told me how proud he was of me for all my successes and failures, he cycled an hour just so we could meet in-person for the first time. But I still missed the early signs. Even early on in our relationship, before we were even officially together, he would bring up sex constantly, to the point it was a daily conversation. Don't get me wrong, I understand sex is normal and comes hand in hand with most relationships, but I was a virgin and I was terrified of the idea of sex. When we were organising to meet for the first time, he kept bringing up running off somewhere into the woods near where I lived; it was a very dense area of forest and only dog walkers really went in as there was nothing but trees. Every day he would bring up running into the woods and having sex, whether that was against a tree or lay on the ground or sat in his lap. And every day I would have to explain that I didn't want to do that yet as I wasn't ready; this was embarrassing enough that I had to tell my soon to be boyfriend that I didn't want to have sex with him, and even more embarrassing when he would disappear for hours at a time because he was upset with me over it. But this wasn't the end.

Sex became a daily conversation, paragraphs sent to me telling me what he would do when we had sex (on the rare occasions when we did have consensual sex he never lived up to those fantasies), asking for nudes repeatedly even when I told him I was busy or wasn't feeling great. Then about a month into our official relationship, we had planned a hike up into the hills near his home, it was late winter so not many people were out at this point of the year as it was so cold but it was still lockdown so we made do with what we had. About 2 hours before we were due to meet up, he told me he had bought condoms; at first I didn't make the connection and just acted confused and didn't think anything of it. Then he expanded that he had bought a picnic blanket so that we can find somewhere secluded and have sex. I was so scared. I wasn't ready. I didn't want to. But he was my boyfriend and he really liked me and wouldn't hurt me right? He just wants to show me he loves me right? He wants this. So I went on the walk. And I have never been so thankful to the pair of dog walkers who stumbled upon our secluded spot, thus ruining the secret rendezvous he had planned. The whole way home I was relieved in a way I didn't understand. I wish I had thought more about it at the time and walked away whilst I had the chance.

This continued for 2 more months, begging me for sex, saying he was in pain with 'blue balls'; from my understanding now blue balls are real but normally only happen when a man has 'held out' for a long period of time without any relief - whether that is his partner or his own hand. I didn't know this at the time; I thought he was genuinely in such pain and only having sex with me could fix it. It was a few weeks after my birthday that I lost my virginity to him. In the days prior to this, he had told me he was in pain, he was getting bored, telling me about his sex life with his ex-girlfriend, and constant conversations about it. So one day, when my house was empty, I finally agreed to have sex with him. I want to help him right? I'm his girlfriend its what I'm supposed to do right? He wants you, why are you holding out on him? I was so scared I was shaking. I had read online about losing your virginity that morning, and I was prepared for a little pain. I wasn't prepared for the agony that ensued. It felt like I was burning from the inside out, I wanted to cry and scream at the same time, I wanted him to stop and I was pressing against his chest to get him to stop moving and pushing but he kept going saying how much he was enjoying it. I don't know how long I lay there waiting for the pain to stop like the online posts said it would. It never stopped, just eased a little to become bearable. He asked me why I wasn't making any noise or enjoying it like he was. So I started to play the part, acting how he wanted me to so I could please him. The pain started to become unbearable again, so I faked an orgasm so that he would stop. That didn't work, he just kept going, so I lied and said my phone had vibrated and my family must be on their way home. He rapidly got off me, said he wanted a shower and disappeared. I lay there for a while catching my breath wondering what had happened and how I had just lost my virginity. I thought this was normal; the pain, the need to fake an orgasm in the vain hope he would stop, lying about my family coming home so he would get off me. All I could think was, no that's not how it went! Stop thinking like that! He loves you and you helped his pain and, remember, he loves you. He was enjoying it so much that's why he didn't stop. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. At the time, all I could think was, 'is this really what love is?'. I didn't know any different.

I didn't know what coercive rape meant until 9 months ago. And now I know what it means, I know I am not a victim. I hate the word victim - I am a survivor, not a victim. The word victim doesn't fit with me because it conflicts with my thoughts. I consented didn't I? Yes he begged and begged and wouldn't stop talking about it? NO. Consent is not valid if you have to be begged to agree. Consent is valid when you WANT to continue from the second the conversation starts and can be withdrawn at any moment. It isn't an 'I don't know' or 'I'm not sure', it's not a 'you'll change your mind when you see how good it is'. No means no. My no meant no. Your no meant no. But I let mine become a false yes because of his desperation to have sex, and I regret that to this day because it has left me with so many mental and physical scars that I'm scared to let anyone see. But it was not my fault. It was not your fault. It is not anyones fault but his.

So I am sharing my story with you, in the hopes that not only will I start to heal, but to also show you that you are not alone. This is only a small part of my story, an introduction you might say. But I am determined to share my story to those who will listen; the more I stay quiet, the more we stay quiet, the more power they gain. I will not let them have anymore power over me. Over us.

I am taking back control of my life.

This is my first step.

And I hope to bring you along for the journey.

#say no #surviving abuse #surviving trauma #rapeawareness

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I need you to know that I headcanon Leo having a cowboy accent and that's how I usually try to write it -Danny Words: 1,906 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Walking Disasters' -by The Wombats

XLVII: Turn Down the Gospel Music, the Demons Are Still Here

The ceiling starts to collapse so Nico and Hazel have no choice but to transport them to the hillside near the River Acheron. It's a fresh morning, and the crew is safe and alive.

Leo stumbles, pale and shaky from shadow-traveling. "You know... I think I'll sit down."

They all sit to catch their breath, then Frank tells them what happened after they split.

"Frank is being modest," Jason intervenes after a moment. "He controlled the entire legion. You should've seen him. Oh, by the way..." He looks at Percy. "I resigned my office, gave Frank a field promotion to praetor. Unless you want to contest that ruling."

"No argument here," Percy smiles.

"Praetor?" Hazel beams at the boy.

"Well... yeah. I know it seems weird."

Hazel pecks his lips. "It seems perfect."

"Fitting," Ara agrees. "Having you as one of my right-hand leaders will be an honor."

The boy blushes and Leo pats his back effusively. "Way to go, Zhang. Now you can order Octavian to fall on his sword."

"Tempting," Frank smiles a little, then turns to Percy. "But, you guys... Tartarus has to be the real story. What happened down there? How did you...?"

Percy winces, reaching for Annabeth's hand. "We'll tell you the story. But not yet, okay? I'm not ready to remember that place."

Ara looks down and shakes her head. "It's my fault. There'll never be a way to make up for what I—"

"We're not blaming you," Annabeth cuts her off. "Closing the Doors of Death was something that had to be done. You thought it was your job but the fates had different plans..." The girl's eyes shine as she takes in Ara's appearance. "Your time here wasn't wasted."

Leo pulls her closer and smiles. "She's been nothing short of an atomic bomb with every bad guy we've encountered—she's all 'Hasta la vista, baby', and BOOM! Monster dust rains."

"That's a stretch," Ara blushes.

"I believe it," Percy smiles a bit.

"Look, our ride," Annabeth points at the ship approaching.

"That's my boy!" Leo says proudly, watching as the Argo II approaches them.

"About time!" Hedge shouts. "What took you so long, cupcakes? You kept your visitor waiting!"

"Visitor?" Hazel struggles to her feet.

"Oh, gods," Ara's mouth dries. "Reyna."

Ara didn't visit the Athena Parthenos during its time at the Argo II, she was too ashamed to look at it, thinking it would start berating her as soon as she got close. Now that it's standing on the hill, she looks at it in awe of its power and beauty.

"Incredible," Reyna mutters. "It looks newly made."

Ara thinks Reyna is just as impressive as the statue. She traveled alone with nothing but her pegasus and a sword, and still made it in one piece. If someone had told her Reyna was a goddess in disguise, Ara would've believed it.

"Yeah," Leo hums appreciatively from his spot on the grass. "We brushed off the cobwebs, used a little Windex. It wasn't hard."

"Hey, girls," Annabeth calls over to them. "Have some food. Join us."

The group is having a picnic under the shadow of the Argo II. Ara wants to nap more than she wants to eat, but she encourages Reyna to join. "C'mon, Praetor, you've had a long journey."

"All right," The group makes room for Reyna and she grabs a sandwich, staring at it before giving it a little bite. "So. Frank Zhang... praetor."

"Well, yeah. Field promotion," Frank hums, too focused on eating.

"To lead a different legion. A legion of ghosts."

"Reyna," Jason stays, "you should've seen him."

"He was amazing," Piper nods.

"Frank is a leader," Hazel states. "He makes a great praetor."

"I believe you," Reyna agrees. "I approve."

"You do?" Frank asks in surprise.

Reyna smiles shortly. "A son of Mars, the hero who helped to bring back the eagle of the legion... I can work with a demigod like that. I'm just wondering how to convince the Twelfth Fulminata."

"The legion will listen to you, Reyna," Frank replies. "You made it here alone, across the ancient lands."

"In doing so, I broke the laws of the legion."

"Caesar broke the law when he crossed the Rubicon—Great leaders have to think outside the box sometimes."

"I'm not Caesar. After finding Jason's note in Diocletian's Palace, tracking you down was easy. I only did what I thought was necessary."

"It's in your blood," Ara pokes the girl's back with her foot. "None of you can be denied of your right to be leaders. If your legion has a problem, they can talk to me about it."

Percy smirks. "There's that atomic bomb."

Leo and her brother chuckle like old buddies and Ara feels a mix of affection and concern. She likes that they're getting along, but it's a little worrying to think how they might team up to tease her in the future.

"So, the twenty-million-peso question," Leo says. "We got this slightly used forty-foot-tall statue of Athena. What do we do with it?"

"As fine as it looks on this hill, I didn't come all this way to admire it," Reyna replies. "According to Annabeth, it must be returned to Camp Half-Blood by a Roman leader. Do I understand correctly?"

"I had a dream down in... you know, Tartarus. I was on Half-Blood Hill, and Athena's voice said, I must stand here. The Roman must bring me."

"It makes sense," Nico responds. "The statue is a powerful symbol, a Roman returning it to the Greeks... that could heal the historic rift, maybe even heal the gods of their split personalities."

"Now, hold on. I like peace as much as the next satyr—"

"You hate peace," Leo interrupts Hedge.

"The point is, Valdez, we're only—what, a few days from Athens? We got an army of giants waiting for us there. We went to all the trouble of saving this statue—"

"I went to most of the trouble," Annabeth scowls.

"—because that prophecy called it the giants' bane—So why aren't we taking it to Athens with us? It's obviously our secret weapon. It looks like a ballistic missile to me. Maybe if Valdez strapped some engines to it—"

"Uh, great idea, Coach," Piper says. "But a lot of us have had dreams and visions of Gaea rising at Camp Half-Blood... Since we got back to the ship," she draws out her dagger. "I've been seeing some bad stuff in the knife. The Roman legion is almost within striking distance of Camp Half-Blood. They're gathering reinforcements: spirits, eagles, wolves."

"Octavian," Reyna scowls. "I told him to wait."

"When we take over command, our first order of business should be to load Octavian into the nearest catapult and fire him as far away as possible," Frank makes a face.

"That can be arranged," Ara crosses her arms. "But if Reyna is meant to take the statue, she can't do it alone. Some of us must go with her, to ensure the quest succeeds."

The thought of parting ways isn't happy, but they know Ara's right. Reyna can't transport the statue alone, and they can't spare the ship. "You're not going," Leo says, almost like an order.

Ara frowns. "Excuse me?"

Reyna intervenes. "Valdez is right. Your place is in the main quest."

"My place is wherever I say it is," she replies stubbornly. "Besides, Romans and Greeks here means a Roman and a Greek should go on your quest to keep things even."

"Yeah, but you're the Strategus, we need you for the big fight. I should go with Reyna," Frank says. "If I'm a praetor, I should go. Maybe we could rig some sort of sled, or—"

"No, Frank Zhang. I hope we will work side by side in the future, but for now your place is with the crew of this ship. You are one of the seven of the prophecy."

"I'm not," Nico points out.

"Nico—" Hazel starts, but he interrupts her.

"I'll go with Reyna. I can transport the statue with shadow-travel."

"Uh..." Percy frowns. "I mean, I know you just got all eight of us to the surface, and that was awesome. But a year ago you said transporting just yourself was dangerous and unpredictable. A couple of times you ended up in China. Transporting a forty-foot statue and two people halfway across the world—"

"I've changed since I came back from Tartarus," Nico says, unable to control his hostility towards the boy.

"Nico," Jason tries, "we're not questioning your power. We just want to make sure you don't kill yourself trying."

"I can do it. I'll make short jumps—a few hundred miles each time. It's true, after each jump I won't be in any shape to fend off monsters. I'll need Reyna to defend me and the statue," he locks eyes with Ara. "Please, trust me."

"My young brigadier, I trust you with my life." He scowls at her sarcasm, but Ara sees his soul light faintly glowing. "Nico is Greek and one of the best warriors I've had the pleasure to have under my command," Ara concedes.

"Very well," Reyna fixes her posture. "But there will be many monster attacks. I would feel better taking a third person."

"Coach Hedge," Frank offers quickly.

"Uh, what, Frank?"

"A satyr is of great importance in a quest, Percy," Ara intervenes quickly. "Hedge knows medicine, he's a good fighter and a good protector—Besides, the demigods under his care always reach camp in one piece."

"The coach is the best choice," Frank insists. "The only choice. He'll get the job done."

"A faun," Reyna raises a brow.

"Satyr! And, yeah, I'll go. Besides, when you get to Camp Half-Blood, you'll need somebody with connections and diplomatic skills to keep the Greeks from attacking you. Just let me go make a call—er, I mean, get my baseball bat."

As he hurries out of the scene giving them a brief but grateful look, Ara takes his seat next to Leo. "So that's settled! Mr Firecracker, can you pass me a drink?"

Leo hands her a plate of food and a juice box. Nico gets up and dusts off his hands. "I should go, too, and rest before the first passage. We'll meet at the statue at sunset."

"Nuh-uh!" Ara tosses him a wrapped sandwich. "Eat more!"

Nico curses under his breath in Italian, but he unwraps the sandwich and nibbles on it grumpily as he walks away.

"What's that about?" Percy raises a brow, mouth covered in chocolate syrup.

"What's what about?" Ara replies with her mouth full.

"You guys are friends now?"

The girl raises her brow. "Nico has always been my friend."

Hazel puts her plate down and interrupts their talk. "We're at another crossroads. The Athena Parthenos goes west. The Argo II goes east. I hope we chose correctly."

Ara looks around to confirm Janus isn't there. She ponders a moment before speaking. "I think it isn't a crossroad, Hazel. We're stuck in a straight path."

"One thing bothers me," Percy sighs. "If the Feast of Spes is in two weeks, and Gaea needs the blood of two demigods to wake—what did Clytius call it? The blood of Olympus? Then aren't we doing exactly what Gaea wants, heading to Athens? If we don't go, and she can't sacrifice any of us, doesn't that mean she can't wake up fully?"

"Percy, prophecies cut both ways," Annabeth holds his hand. "If we don't go, we may lose our best and only chance to stop her. Athens is where our battle lies. We can't avoid it. Besides, trying to thwart prophecies never works. Gaea could capture us somewhere else, or spill the blood of some other demigods."

Ara locks eyes with Leo. "Talking about prophecies... You need to hear mine."

Percy's expression shifts and she can almost hear his heart stopping. "You got a prophecy?"

"The General's ready for her sharing-is-caring session?" Piper puts her dagger away. "That means it's time for dessert!"

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