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[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀BELLY BULGE ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. size kink. praise kink. sub reader. belly bulging. creampie. breeding kink. overstimulation. toy usage. mirror sex. #summary : hazbin men fucking so deep to the point where they can see and feel the bulge on your belly from their dick! wow, and it turns them on further!! #note : greetings and salutations everyone! i'm back (kinda) from my long ass close-to-three-months hiatus. i'm so sorry for disappearing so suddenly, and thank you so much for 1k followers while i was gone! have this and a few other upcoming smuts while i figure out on how to finish the alastor fic :').

ʚ LUCIFER .

how many rounds has it been? you honestly lost count. your ability to recall memories from earlier tonight slowly slips out of your grasps with each deep thrust of lucifer's hips. the sole thing you're able to focus your mind on is the sensation that travels throughout your whole body every time he hits that one spot inside of you, the feeling of multiple fire spark burning through your nerves.

his breathing is as ragged as yours, his usual slicked-back hair now messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. your fingers fist the soft pillow supporting your face on the wide bed that you share, whimpers and cries being the only sounds that pour out of your sore lips. lucifer gives a moderate playful slap onto your bare hip, earning a small whine from you.

"such wonderful sight, look at you." his hand slides from your hip until his thumb reaches to stretch your flesh, revealing white streams of thick liquid rolling down from your pulsing hole to your inner thigh, an evidence of your partner's previous releases filling you up full. he watches the way his seeds spill out with every push of his hips, when his dick takes up the space inside of you instead and forcing the liquid to be squeezed out.

his tongue pokes out to lick his lips, his free hand once again moving forward to wrap its fingers around your neck firmly. with a soft hum, lucifer pulls your upper body up from the previous position, now having your back press against his chest. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the faint thumping of his heart through the layers of flesh.

you can barely feel your legs. they had gone numb from how long you've kept them up, the blood flow being reduced and now leaving you with legs that you can barely control by yourself. you gasp at the feeling of lucifer's length reaching deeper inside of you, the tip poking at places that you never knew one could reach inside of you. your hands moved by themselves and held onto whatever that can support your body on this new position, lucifer's ruthless thrust now increasing its pace without mercy.

he keeps a hand wrapped around your neck, holding you still while the other explores your body despite already left countless marks and touch on every inch of your body. your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder, moans and cries never stopped rolling off of your tongue as lucifer whispers sweet nothings into your ear. it was then he felt something he did not feel on your body before this.

curious, his thrusts slows down just a little as his eyes peek from beside your head, his hand caressing the bump that he feels on your stomach. he feels his breath hitch, realizing that the bump would poke out every time he thrusts into you. he feels heat spread all over his body, like he's growing aroused all over again despite the previous releases.

you hear him mutter something along the lines of 'you're so attractive' followed with a few curses. he harshly thrusts into you, digging his hips deep into yours while holding a hand of yours to the same area where your belly would bulge with every thrust. you feel the air of his breath hit your sticky skin as he snickers.

"be good and keep your hand here for me, yeah? we're going for a few more rounds."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"yes, keep going my dear. you're doing great." alastor's clawed fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips as you lower yourself further down onto his length. his words may sound like sweet praises, but his tone hides a hint of petty tease while he speaks. such an annoying demon he is, always teasing you by making you work yourself on him just so he could grab every chance possible to run that dirty tongue of his.

you grumble lightly, ignoring the smug look on his face as you pause your actions, earning a confused look from the demon laying below you. he allowed a short staring contest with each other until he got impatient with how badly he needs to feel your walls pulse around him. he mutters something incomprehensible, tightening his grip on you and forcibly push you down without warning to take in every single inch he has to offer.

your breath catches in your throat almost instantly, eyes widening in surprise and gradually rolling to the back of your head. alastor has an advantage, and he knows just how to use it in his favor. he chuckles at the sight displayed in front of him; you, the same person who had just tried to tick him off earlier now struggling to adjust to the size of his dick stretching you apart.

of course, he knew this is exactly how you liked him to play even though you never directly expressed it.

alastor completely retracts almost all of his length, leaving just the tip nestled in the warmth of your walls and watches you clench around nothing as if you're asking for him to fill you up again. your teary eyes glance down at him, unhappy at the fact that he's still playing tricks on you before letting him draw a loud moan from you with a sudden thrust of his hips.

your arms reach out to catch your body from the back, body leaning back. you struggle to keep yourself upright while riding him, your legs giving out easily as per usual. your hips rock along with his, your sweet spot constantly being stimulated because of how perfect this angle of position is.

alastor savors every reaction and sounds from you, his eyes twitching ever so often from how well you squeeze around him. the bulge on you belly catches his eye; his pupils shake with excitement, muscles pulsing at the delicious sight of the bulge disappearing and reappearing. his mind grows fuzzy from the strange enjoyment he never knew he had for things like this.

"ah, fuck." a clearly audible groan slips past his lips, his hips involuntarily buckles up as ropes of hot release paints your inner walls. his static voice seems to crackle slightly when he cursed which indicates that he feels good. really good. your heart jumps with excitement yet your body crumbles, the coil in your stomach snaps quickly after alastor's, pushing you into a moaning mess.

oxygen seems to have escaped his lungs as he pants for air, the back of his hand covering his eyes. the heat on his face is painfully visible even in the dark room you're currently situated in and the blurred vision you have from tears gathering around your eyes. you were about to move and cup his face to adore his blushing look before his voice rang through your ears, stopping you.

"ah ah, stay there now. keep putting on a pretty show for me. i'm still up for more of it, you see."

ʚ VOX .

"isn't the mirror perfect? my eyes never miss." vox laughs at his own playful comment yet his lustful eyes never left your reflection in the mirror. you advert your gaze from his hungry ones, unable to even properly look at yourself in the mirror without getting all flustered again. the clothes currently hugging your body is a sensual outfit that vox had specifically tailored for you, with the perfect size and design to his liking. anyone would be lying if they said you don't look luscious for eyes to feast on.

of course his comment wouldn't be on the mirror alone, it was mostly towards the outfit you're wearing. he hums, pulling your body closer to his till you're both tangled together in front of the big mirror, your back stuck to his chest. his lips sucks on the sensitive skin on your neck, kiss marks blooming all over like flowers during the spring season. hell, even the noises you make sound extra alluring tonight.

vox's hand slide down your body and presses firmly on your stomach, drinking in your whines as he presses on something bulging. bullseye. he recently discovered that you especially love it when he does this, and it also arouses him a ton.

"mm. you like that? wanna feel my dick from here while i fuck ya?"

a hard exhale leaves your lips as you nod, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing him to have total control over your body. he chuckles at the tightened walls around him before rocking his hips. moans spill out of your lips as he guides your hand to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he's going.

"eyes on the mirror, baby." you do your best to lift your eyelids and slide your gaze onto the big mirror set in front of you; vox's eyes glow like a hunter looking at its prey in the reflection, peering from your shoulder.

you question if it was the right choice to drag your lover out from the office he's always holed up in to shop at multiple stores today. he was reluctant at first, making up different excuses to stay in his office. 'i could just have them deliver to our doorstep, baby! we're rich as fuck, remember?' or 'another day, let me stay in today.'

if it wasn't because of how stubborn you were to drag him out even for a small walk, he wouldn't have agreed to go out with you and got a ton of stuff, including this mirror that's sitting by the wall, in front of the bed.

you feel immense embarrassment burning all over your skin from how you're completely displayed in the reflection for the both of you to see, yet your eyes lock with the demon's through the mirror. his smile is brutal. "there we go, now don't look away."

his merciless thrusts brought more blood rushing to your face along with shameless moans from you, followed by grunts that's audible to you from vox. your legs tremble, threatening to give out and the loud sounds of skin slapping gradually fills your head, cutting out the ability to comprehend anything in you.

your gaze fixates on the belly bulge that's painfully visible in the reflection, the sight only tightening the sweet coil hidden in your stomach. the demon groans at you squeezing around his length, knowing that you're enjoying this as much as he currently is brought him dangerously close to the edge. it wasn't long until the both you reach peak, vox pulling out just in time to witness the beautiful sight of his seed staining your inner thighs.

one thing's for sure, he definitely loves going on shopping sprees with you from now on.

ʚ VALENTINO .

work pissed him off. valentino always had a very short temper and gets ticked off by the smallest things at work the moment it doesn't goes the way he wants them to. and the easiest way for him to cool off? it'll either be a good smoke or dragging you to somewhere less busy for a quickie. perhaps both works as well, if he wishes for it.

your body presses up against the cold, hard wall as his breath tickles the back of your ear, his slippery tongue sliding and flicking around damping your earlobe. his actions are quick and rushed, yet somehow careful with everything he does to you by not going too rough on you.

his lower pair of arms slightly fumbles while undressing your lower body from how narrow the space is. you wanted to ask why didn't he choose somewhere with more space, but words stopped right on your tongue when he suddenly inserted his full length into you. you cursed and press your forehead against the wall hard, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure blooms in your stomach while struggling to breathe, adjusting to his size.

"relax a bit carino, you're gonna squeeze my dick off if you don't."

"doesn't help, val. that- fuck w-wait," valentino doesn't allow you to finish your complain, cutting you off with a rough thrust. your words turn into whines, nails digging into his arms that are wrapped around your trembling body. he carried on teasing you with irregular thrusts before pulling out fully, a mysteriously playful chuckle bubbling from his chest. you glance at him with a confused expression.

it wasn't long until you hear a familiar buzzing sound of a vibrator. he barely gave you enough time to process the information and question him, inserting the small toy deep inside of you. you gasp; the weird feeling of something vibrating inside of you made it hard for you to understand what to feel. it felt so weird to the point where it's pleasurable, something so unfamiliar yet a turn on.

"what the fuck are you- hey! that shit's still inside- val!" moans slip in between your words as valentino's length replaced his slender fingers inside of you, the tip pushing the vibrating toy deeper into your pulsing walls. choked moans are let out from your throat, the brimming tears spill from your eyes and down to your cheeks.

valentino pushes both of his fingers that were used to insert the toy into your mouth, muttering praises as you instinctively lick and suck on them. your tongue slips in between and around his fingers, coating it with your saliva while some spills out from the corner of your lips and rolls off of your chin.

he shows no mercy with his ruthless thrusts, the toy growing a weird pleasure in your stomach by hitting the perfect areas inside of you. with how deep it is, your belly bulges with every rough thrust of the demon. val whistles the moment he notices it, his gaze now only fixates on your stomach from above, admiring the bulge as his thrusts only grew harsher.

hell, even the size of his dick seems to be growing bigger while your velvet walls remained engulfing it. any thoughts regarding his work are now clouded and replaced with lust, yearning for more of you.

"know what? go on and cum for me, amor. we'll take this to the bedroom then."

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[weedpallor]

Wrong girl made right -ch1

Mob Wandanat x reader

18+

Summary-your walking to work one day and you get kidnapped being mistaken for someone else but they can’t just let you go now can they and your too cute to kill

Warnings:murder, mafia, mean wandanat, mob wandanat, mommy kink, daddy kink, guns, manhandling, manipulation, forced relationship, dark wandanat, reader is a big baby, wandanat threaten her with death

Photo is ai

You were walking around the city heading to a local bar, you lived in one of the most dangerous cities in the country, it was full of mafias, gangs and all around awful people. you had learned to fit in and just go with the flow. It was never easy growing up in a foster home you had parent they just werent good ones so you ended up being placed in a shitty foster home and it was honestly worse then living with your parents. the forster home was a mess there was too many kids and always fights, the house was just pure chaos. Once you had turned 18 though you had started your own life away from being a scared little child. you worked in a bar the one you were heading to now it was a fairly chill bar not many issues happened and your boss was super cool.

As you made your way through a dark alleyway that leads to the bar you work at the alleyway was filled with homeless and beggars you smiled at them hating that fact you couldn’t help more but quickened your pace wanting to get out of the dark cold alleyway it smelt grim and made your stomach turn on a daily basis but it had begun to be normal for you.

Once you reached the exit of the alleyway you took a deep breath of relief, the semi fresh air refreshing your lungs it was refrshing being out of that alley it smelt like things that you never thought you would have to smell walking to work.

Suddenly you felt large viney hands on you and a blacl silk bag placed securely over you head you thoughts were going while as you thrashed around trying to break free from the people holding you they seemed to be men based there strength, you were terrified all that was going though your mind was `am I gunna die?` `whos grabbing me?` `WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?` questions flooded your mind to the point you were dizzy.

You screamed out loudly but a hand quickly clamped down on your head and an object was smacked across the back of your head.

The little light you could see slowly darkened as you lost consciousness and went limp in the arms that were holding you tightly. The last thing you could feel was being dragged across the rough ground and being shoved into what you would assume was a vehicle.

When you next woke up your head was spinning the pain blossemed from the back of your head where you were hit to the sides and front it felt like it shot though your head like a bullet. You could barely even lift you body let alone head. You tried to lift your hands to your head, the pain blossoming and increasing as your worries got worse. You wanted to ease the pain but you found that your arms and legs were bound to the chair you were sitting on. The bag was still placed on your head stopping you from looking around at where you were but you could tell it was cold because your entire body was shaking and shivering. The room was freezing the room was so cold it was as if the cold was seeping into your bones. `who the fuck likes rooms this cold` you thought.

You tried struggling against the restraints, you couldn’t free yourself but you had managed to get the bag off your head by tilting your head down and shaking your head intensely ,making the bag fall to the ground softly, your eyes widened in shock as you saw the room you were in.

It was a spacious room but it was cold and empty other then a few hooks on the wall that look as though they are to suspend a person, you eyes continue to travel around the room it was dirty and there was old splatters of blood on the floor your face turned to disgust and fear as you saw a tray next to you filled with knifes and guns and multiple torture weapens your mind raced with questions ‘where am I? Who’s house is this? What did I do? Am I going to die.’ Your thoughts were running a million miles per houryour mind was swimming with bad thoughts and confusion.

Suddenly the door swings open to reveal a fairly tall woman with long beautiful auburn hair her hair was like silk. She was beautiful. You were stunned by her beauty.

The woman looked familiar. She looked like- oh shit she was Wanda Maximoff she and her wife run one of the most feared mafias you had heared all the rumours and stories of them even seen faint photos of the women. Your jaw goes slack your mouth open in shock ‘what could you have done to piss off a mafia boss’ you thought as she started walking over.

Wanda looked at you when she had first walked in the room she realised you were the wrong girl she had been wanting the girl who had hacked into their system she was frustrated that you weren’t the girl she had been hoping to tournament but she saw something in you she continued walking towards you her eyes shimmering with something unknown to you.

Wanda slowly assess you looking you up and down “hm your cute what’s your name sweetie”

Wanda thinks for a moment looking into your eyes she wasn’t going to let you go but she was deciding what she was going to do with you.

Wanda lifted your chin making you look at her. You stared up at her nervously opening and closing your mouths a few times before speaking “I-I im y/n a-are you gonna….let me go” you ask fearful of what she might reply with.

Wanda pulls away slowly “no. Sweet girl I’m not”

You look at her confused as to why she said it so confidently “but I didn’t do anything wrong why am I here” you say angrily your voice lased with confusion and frustration you were getting annoyed and because of that most rational thouhts left your brain.

Wanda’s eyes narrow at you “don’t speak to me like that” her accent drips through slightly she softens her gaze taking a deep breath “you are here because my men made a mistake and got the wrong girl but you my sweet….” She leans in and grabs your chin again “you are adorable and I want you I want to own you”

You start struggling in the chair you are restrained in “let me out you phyco” you spit at her.

Anger flares in Wanda’s eyes “stop.” She says firmly her tone making you stop. “Now don’t be a brat I can still blow your brains out” she picks the gun up and taps it on your temple threateningly.you were starting to realize you were dumb for trying to argue with her

When you look at her totally shocked she smirks and starts speaking “now you wouldn’t want that would you” the barrel of the gun gets trailed down the side of your face making a tickling sensation wanda brings the tip of the gun to your lips.

She smirks at you with a predatory gaze “open.” She demands taping the gun against your lips impatiently, she was not one to say something twice.

You open your mouth reluctantly and slowly your lips parting far to slowly for the slovakian so she shoves the barrel of the gun into you mouth quickly making you gag around it and start trying to pull away in panic. you were shocked by the suddendness and panic fills your eyes you looked up at wanda pleadingly.

Wanda looks you in the eyes her eyes blow out leaving barely any colour to be seen “god Natasha is going to love you, your just adorable aren’t you” she pushes the gun further into your throat making you gag louder.her smirk got biggershe brushes her thumb across your cheek gently.

She pulls the gun away slowly and looks down at the now covered in saliva gun “awe did baby make a mess oh no” she wipes the end of the gun on your cheek before placing it on the tray beside you “now sweet thing I have to go deal with the idiot who brought you here so I need you to drink this water for me need to make sure your hydrated before I leave” she says a untrustworthy smile plastered on her face.you could barely tell she was lying but her smirk made you not want to believe her.

She opens the bottle of water and puts the drink near your lips “drink or I can knock you out with my bare hands” she says seriously making you realize it definately wasnt water. You take a large gulp of the water not wanting to be knocked out with force the water flows down your throat it tasted horrible making your face screw up in disgust.

Your eyes shimmer with tears “what’s in that”. Wanda let’s out a small laugh seeing your disgusted face she was definately how the stories made her sound.

“That water, my darling has zolpidem in it, it will help you sleep while I figure out who you are and get Natasha informed” she says as she smiles at you with fake sympathy as if she didn’t just drug you Wanda was already planning of ways she is going to corrupt your innocence and make you her compliant little doll.

You slowly feel your head begin to get dizzy and it drops to the side tilting onto your shoulder “you're not going to hurt me right?” You say in a muffled voice worried that you wouldn’t wake up again.

Wanda let’s a laugh ripple through her as she watched you begin to get dizzy “um not yet, I won’t as long as you behave” she gently strokes your hair as you body goes limp in the chair she was smiling down at you maybe she did have a sweet side `unlikely` you thought.

Your vision starts to blur and everything begins to go black but Wanda’s hand on your hair stroking your hair is slightly grounding and helping you panic less.

You slowly start to wake up you don’t know know long it had been but your head was hurting 10 times more now and your vision was blurry to the point you couldn’t make out anything in the room.

Once you started to come to your senses you noticed you were no longer in the cold room at on that hard uncomfortable chair but instead you were in a warm cosy bed you managed to lift your head of the mountain of pillows and mutter to yourself “wow these lot are rich holy crap” you looked around the luxurious room it was massive it was probably bigger then your entire apartment.

You attention focus on a letter on the bedside table you look closely at it and pick it up the letter says:

“I’ll be back soon stay where you are sweet girl”

You looked around the massive room it was hard to focus your eyes but you could tell they were rich the room had a massive kings size bed, placed in the middle of the room up against a wall the bed was a dark grey colour it was a pretty bed and looked extremly expensive there are two night stands on the side of the bed they were a black colour that complimented the grey well the walls were a dark shade of grey as well, on the left side of of the room there was a vanity placed next To a door labeled unsuite

"rich bitches" you mumbled. you turned your head to the other side of the room as you switched sides you noticed a big tv facing the bed, drifting your eyes to the right there was two more doors one labeled closet and the other had no label but a small pad lock "why’s it on the inside" you thought it was the way out but whne you looked back to the tv there was a door next to it with a hand print scanner to get out and in it looked as though it was also on the other side of the door you decided that was the main door to the bed room but what was the other mysterios door you wondered

suddenly you head food steps walk towars the room the door next to the tv was definately the main door to enter and leave then you realized "shit someones coming" you plopped your head down and pretended to be asleep.

The door beeps as the hand is placed on the other side of the door suddenly you hear two voices one you remembered as Wanda’s.

“She’s so cute nat I just wanna ruin her” you hear wanda say in a excited voice

“Well show me then” what you assumed was Natasha’s voice was rough but also very smooth sounding she said it with a playful tone.

“Look at her her names is y/n y/l/n isn’t she cute” Wanda says playfully “she’s like a little doll oh and she’s pretending to be asleep”

Your eyes widen in shock. ‘Oh no’ you thought you yourself.

“Princess, show Natasha your pretty face and stop hiding….Now.” Wanda demands in a cold tone her playfulness leaving her voice

Slowly you sit up your mind was filled with fear you didn’t want to get up but you was scared what would happen if you didn’t you looked up at them both fear filling your eyes.

“Why hello.” Natasha says in a cruel tone filled with fake sympathy.

You shake a little out of fear “ar-are y-you n-na-nat-Natasha?” You ask your voice is shakey and quiet.

Natasha smirks “I am sweet thing Wanda has told me all about you” she says with a fake sweet voice it’s sounds wrong in her mouth the voice makes your cringe but it also adds to your fear she was not a nice person you though.

“Bu-bu-but s-sh-she doesn’t know me” you say in confusion what would she have to tell Natasha other then your name.

Wanda speaks up her voice as smooth as velvet it radiated confidence “I know everything about you my sweet. Everything” this made you more scared then you were which you didn’t think was even possible

“H-how?” you say quietly your mind was hurting with how much you were thinking.

“She has her ways of finding things out” Natasha says she sounded bored of the topic like she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Now let’s get onto rules”.

A few hours later they had told you the many rules they have for you (*let me know if you want me to write what the rules would be*) it was a long list and you were going to stuggle to remember they had shown you around there home it was barely a home it was massive and seemed cold other than a few rooms Wanda’s office was the best room it was homey with books and painting on the walls but there was a modern theme to it making it seem dark they said you weren’t allowed in the basement which confused you.

The two decided to give you mostly free roam around the house other then certain areas and on certain days they informed you the building was heavily guarded and there was lots of gates and locks so you wouldn’t get out even if you tired plus they would find you no matter where you was, this all made you fear the women a lot more then you should.

After the tour you were sat in the bedroom you was originally in you was informed it was in-fact your personal room and you could change it up a little if you behaved will you?… you still didn’t know what the strange door was for it made you curious and anxious to know. The two locked you in the room for the night saying they would see you in the morning.

You were sat at the massive vanity playing with the various items in the draws when you looked up and noticed a camera in each corner of the room “great” you mumbled to yourself huffing you felt useless you couldn’t do anything you were stuck forever unless you manage to escape….

You started trying to come up with plans to get out and how you would get away from these phycos and there cruelty.

After a bit you started getting tired so you walked over to the wardrobe hoping there was some clothes there and surprisingly there was a few a note was attached.

“We will go shopping soon but for now these will do unless you want to walk around bare ;)” the note was unsettling you put the clothes on they were comfortable but were a bit big on you never the less you climbed into bed and tried sleeping.

After a few hours of crying and struggling to sleep out of fear and anxieties you slowly drifted off and fell asleep.

the next morning you woke up feeling like crap your head was in so much pain ou was on the verge of tears, your eyes were puffy from crying all night, your mind was swimming in worries and anxities you felt like pure crap.

as you were sitting up you heared the beep fron the door lock and wanda walked in swaying her hips she was full of confidence and it made you feel slightly attarcated to her no no no you cant think that. wanda gave you a evil smile "good morning baby looks like youve been crying" she says cruely it was more of a statement than a question. you stayed quiet not knowning how to respond she was very confusing did she want you to speak or not? you thought.

Wanda smirked whne you didnt reply "right little lady, up you get. go shower and brush your teeth, there will be some clothes waiting on your bed for when your done oh and if you come out looking like youve been crying i wont be happy" she threats.

you nod and stand up on shakey legs as you start walking pass wanda she suddenly grabs you and pulls you up flush against her

you blushed hard then wanda connected her lips to yours she kissed you with alot of force but it sent sparks shoting though you when her lips connected to yours as she pulls away you were as red as a tomato she smirked seeing you flustered and out of breath

she pushes you towards the unsuite "go shower natasha is waiting downstairs” she says playfully.

You walk into the bathroom.

Authors note:sorry this is short Ive only just started writing on my laptop hope you like it there is a few mistakes I’m sorry let me know any tips in the ask box if you have any please <3 lmk if you want a part 2 :)

[flawdchaos]

Spilled Drinks

Robert Rosenthal x Reader

Word Count - 1,735

authors note : hello friends, i have never written anything like this before and posted it. i had some free time today and an idea and dreamt this up. it is far from perfect but i hope you enjoy it, nonetheless. thank you!

The muffled yelling of multiple voices was enough to drag Y/N out of the daze she had fallen into. Her workday had started early and ended late leaving her feet and head throbbing - a shower and her bed, more of a cot really, were calling her name. Her venture to the communal showers she shared with her fellow nursing staff was quickly interrupted as Violet and Helen crossed her path.

With a tilt of her head Violet spoke up. “And where do you think you are rushing off to?”

“To shower and get some sleep.” As soon as the final word fell from Y/N’s lips her two friends were quickly shaking their heads in protest.

“You promised! You always say a person is just as good as their word. It will just be for a drink or two and then you can come and get as much sleep as your heart desires. I swear to you.” Violet said, wagging her finger in front of Y/N, like a mother would do a troubled child.

After a brief glare between the two women, Y/N sighed, hung her in defeat, and turned back in the direction of her bunk.

“I don’t even know what to wear to an army base bar. Those men already don’t take us seriously and you think this is gonna make it any better?”

“The more you fight it, the worse it’s gonna be Y/N. Just for once stop living and breathing being a nurse and just be a girl surrounded by a bunch of good looking men.” Hazel spoke up for the first time that night before being met with another glare from Y/N’s direction.

Y/N knew both her friends had a solid point. In the ten months she had been working at Thorpe Abbotts she had never allowed herself a break. She did her best to maintain a positive reputation among the men she treated but her friends, and now even herself, had noticed that the weight of the job had begun to take its toll. A night away from the blood, cries, and medicine couldn’t be all too bad - for her sake.

The August heat was enough to force a light sweat upon the girls as they journeyed from their bunks to the bar. As they stepped inside the building, Hazel quickly pulled her powder from her purse and turned to Y/N blotting away at certain areas of her face.

“You have to talk to at least one man tonight. One. And not someone you’ve treated.” Violet stated and lightly shoved Y/N forward to the bar, shooing with her hand. “Get a drink, enjoy the night.’

“One cosmopolitan, please” Y/N stated after reaching the bar, flashing a smile. She hoped and prayed, as the guy poured away, that the alcohol would be enough to calm the nerves she felt bubbling in her stomach. They only increased as she looked around and spotted Colonels, Captains and Majors. Leaned against the other side of the bar were the now infamous friends, Buck and Bucky. Gale Cleven was nothing but kind and a gentleman but Y/N had overheard talk of a girlfriend back home and John Egan, well, he was John Egan. There was nothing else to say. A few months prior, during a training exercise he wound up hurt and sitting in front of her in the infirmary bay, clutching his elbow with a shit eating grin plastered to his face as she wrapped his arm. Conversation flowed easily with the major but Violet had urged her to speak to someone new.

The bartender brought her from her daze as he placed the drink in front of her and she quickly took a sip. As she pushed back from the bar, she ran directly into a tall frame that had tried to squeeze in beside her, red juice spilling on both of their newly starched clothes.

Before an apology could tumble from her mouth, the man was already grasping her arm to steady her and ushering for his friends to grab a towel from the bar.

“I am so sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I ju-” she cut his rambling off

“No, that was all my fault. I was lost in thought and then - oh my god” taking a quick glance down to the tan and brown jacket, her eyes shot open even wider, “your uniform. I can’t believe I got that all over your dress jacket.”

An arm reached between the two of them holding a towel that Y/N quickly grabbed and started dabbing along the man’s chest, steadying herself by grabbing onto his arm.

“This is the first night I ever came out and I just ruined someone’s jacket, oh my god.”

A large hand landed on top of hers, stopping her from continuing her attempts at cleaning up the mess she, well both of them, had made.

“I promise you, ma’am, it was my doing. Let me order you another drink. This ones on me.”

For the first time during this whole encounter, she looked up to the man she had lost her Cosmopolitan to. She was silent as she stood with his hand still over hers, quickly losing her will to deny the drink once her eyes locked with his blue ones, a small smile adorning his face. All she could do was nod. He took a step forward, placing his hand on the small of her back to turn her with him towards the bar.

“A cosmo, right?” he questioned and a small nod was directed his way. “Another cosmo for the lady and whisky, neat, for me please?” The bartender quickly got to work leaving the two strangers standing closely together in silence. The man quietly cleared his throat and stuck out his hand.

“Robert Rosenthal, but most of the guys call me Rosie.” Y/N took his outstretched hand and lightly shook it up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

Robert grabbed the drinks the bartender sat before him and motioned his head towards an empty table across the dance floor.

“Would you like to grab a seat? I think you owe me at least a conversation after this.” he said, looking down at the tan shirt that was now stained slightly pink. A small smile made its way across Y/N’s face.

“It’s the least I could do.”

Robert led the way to the table, nestled in the corner and sat the drinks down. In a swift motion he pulled a seat out and ushered Y/N to take it. As soon as he sat down, a wave of confidence overtook Y/N’s once anxious mind.

“So, Rosie, what is it that you do?” she asked, raising the glass to her lips. She had some worry that the appearance of a woman drinking alcohol would be ‘unladylike’ but all of her care went out the window when she realized with everything she had seen and done, it was the smallest token of appreciation.

“I’m a pilot. I’ve been flying for a while now.”

“Are you any good?” she teased.

“I sure hope. I have learned the hard way making impressions isn't all too easy here. I just embarrassed myself in front of those two majors.” He said, moving his head to the right.

“Buck and Bucky?” he answered with a small nod. “Don’t sweat it, Buck is too nice to make fun of you and Bucky will forget about it in about two hours when the whisky finally hits and his favorite song comes on.” Rosie cracked a smile at her, shaking his head at the thought of the once intimidating major belting out show tunes.

“Thank you, that makes me feel better.”

“Anytime.”

Rosie took a large gulp of his drink and leaned forward on his forearms.

“So, Miss Y/N, how did you wind up here in paradise?”

“I’m a nurse. I’ve been here almost a year. I still don’t know what I'm meant for.” She admitted, lifting her glass to her mouth to slightly hide her face.

“How do you mean?” he quipped.

She took an inhale, taking a moment to carefully collect her words.

“It’s not easy. A lot of these guys come here, make friends with their crewmates and drink and sleep their feelings away. I can’t really blame them. They’re fighting a war for Christ's sake. But, us women, see what comes back. The trauma, the injuries - all of it - and we get sideways looks for drinking a shitty cosmopolitan every once and a while.” she laughed sarcastically as she finished the rest of her drink. “I love helping people but it gets hard.” He nodded, looking down at his own drink and giving it a swirl.

“I never thought of it that way. You ladies get the best and worst of us.”

She sat for a moment, looking at her hands folded in her lap.

“Do you see those two girls over there?”

“By the bar?”

“Mhm. Those are my friends. They have spent the entire ten months we have been here urging me to come out, get away from the bubble I've made for myself and I fought against it until tonight. I thought it would be a disaster. Then I got here and got a drink and told myself it would be fine, only to spill it all over you.”

“Y/N, it's really no bother.”

“I know, because as crazy as it sounds - I am so glad that I did.”

A small crept across Rosie’s face as he sat back in his seat, downing the rest of his whisky.

“And why’s that?”

“Because, it gave me the perfect excuse to talk to you Mr. Rosenthal.” cheeks turning bright red as she directed her eye contact towards him.

“Well then, I’d be a fool not to ask for a dance Mrs. Y/L/N.” standing from his seat and outstretching a hand, which Y/N gladly took.

Together, hand in hand, they walked to the dance floor where Rosie pulled her close. Y/N settled her head on his chest, watching as their feet moved in harmony.

“Oh, and Y/N,” he spoke up with a small smile perched on his lips, leaving her to tilt her head up towards the pilot “, the next round is on you.”

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

Hey I just got my first period and I'm so fucking dysphoric about it what do I do I'm so confused I feel like shit and my dysphoria is through the roof

Lee says:

I would start off by exploring your menstrual product options which can make it easier to cope with having your period.

Period underwear is probably the easiest product to use because you already know how to wear underwear so you don't have to worry about putting it on wrong. Period underwear has built-in absorbent layers and is reusable and discreet to wear, but some people might feel self-conscious about washing them at the end of the day if they aren't used to washing their own underwear and don't have a private bathroom, or they might have dysphoria about washing them. You will likely need more than one pair (at least 2 pairs) even if you wash them daily because they need to dry, so there's a bit of an up-front cost but then since they're reusable it can be cheaper than pads and tampons in the long run.

The step below period underwear in terms of usability is probably pads. They tend to be pretty easy to use and also don't require insertion into the body, but if you don't place them right sometimes blood can leak around the edges where the pad isn't. Another placement issue might come up if you wear some styles of men's underwear, like boxers, it can be hard to use pads unless you wear a different type of underwear underneath which can feel bulky. Similarly to period underwear, blood on pads might feel more noticeable than internal options, which might increase dysphoria for some. You will need to buy pads over and over, so even they aren't that expensive to buy, the cost of buying them can add up. If your family buys the pads for you or you can get them at school for free then that isn't a big of a deal, but it does matter for some people.

Some trans people swear by menstrual cups because they're reusable and cost-effective. Once inserted correctly, they can be worn for up to 12 hours depending on flow, and the feeling of the blood can be less noticeable than pads or period underwear since it's not coming out. It can also be useful if you like swimming or have swimming classes, and/or if you're in a situation where you're stealth and have access to a private bathroom to wash the menstrual cup but don't feel like you can hide a whole package of pads in your stuff. But it can be hard to find the right size/model sometimes, so it can require multiple different brands and sizes to get the one that works best for you. Some people find the feeling of wearing one uncomfortable, have a hard time with the insertion, worry it'll affect their IUD, etc.

Tampons and menstrual discs have similar pros and cons as menstrual cups, although tampons are not reusable and some menstrual discs are. In all three cases, the process of insertion can be dysphoria-inducing for some trans individuals, but you also have the benefits of not having to feel the blood. You will also have more security to avoid leaks since you could choose to wear a tampon/menstrual cup/menstrual disc and then also wear a pad or menstrual underwear as backup.

After you've figured out what products work for you, I'd switch gears to the long game which is trying to stop your period in a healthy way. If you're out as trans, talk to your guardians and doctors about trying puberty blockers or using birth control to stop your period.

If you're not out as trans, you can still try convincing your parents to take you to the doctor to discuss the use of birth control in stopping your period without mentioning gender dysphoria:

You could say you have a heavy flow and starting birth control will make it lighter

It can help with anemia because you aren’t losing any iron through your period blood if you don’t get your period

You could say your friend/s have done it and it helped them

To stop period related cramping and pain

You could say you have gross period side-effects (like diarrhea and more farting) for the week of your period

It can make your periods more regular (or make it so you can control when it happens so you’re not caught off guard)

Helps with PMSing so you don’t have to deal with any of that

It’s more convenient and you don’t have to remember to change your pad/tampon

If you’re disabled, it can help save spoons and effort and make your week easier

You may not be able to change your pads regularly if you’re disabled and that’s kinda unsanitary and the pads can break so stopping your period can help with that type of stress

Save money on pads/tampons

Save time having to use pads/tampons and keep visiting the bathroom during class

It can help with migraines if you get headaches or migraines near your period

It can help with PCOS, PMDD, and endometriosis if you have any of those conditions

It might lower your risk of ovarian and endometrial cancer (but increase your risk of breast cancer) so that's something to discuss with a doctor based on your family history and personal risk factor

If you swim, it’s better to not have your period (And it’s inconvenient for athletes in general)

It can help regulate your mood (especially if you’re mentally ill and find mood fluctuations around your period hard to handle)

Why have a period when you can not have one? Some people feel there are no positive things about having a period because they feel it is inconvenient/[insert personal adjectives]

It’s pretty safe and many people do it, and if your doctor prescribes it and monitors you then there’s not a big risk in it

How do I talk about birth control with my dad?

Here’s a NY Times article called “For the Teen Who No Longer Wants a Period”, I’d start the conversation by sending them that link then if they ask more, give them the excuses above!

Finally, there are coping strategies that you can explore to manage the feelings of dysphoria that you may experience when you have your period-- this post has more info on that.

Followers, any advice for anon?

[girlw-amermaidtattoo]

Men’s Chastity Cage Safety: What to Know Before You Lock Up 🔐💕✨

Chastity cages are more than just a kink accessory—they’re a way to explore trust, self-control, and power dynamics in a relationship. The appeal of wearing a cage often lies in the physical and psychological thrill of surrender, as well as the heightened sexual tension that comes from restraint. For many, chastity cages create a mix of vulnerability and excitement, deepening intimacy with a partner or building an intense connection to one’s own desires. But as with any new experience, safety is essential to fully enjoy it.

How to Fit Yourself for Your First Cock Cage

Finding the right fit is crucial to ensure comfort and safety when wearing a chastity cage. Start by measuring your flaccid penis carefully in both length and girth—most cages are designed to hold you comfortably in a relaxed state. For length, measure from the pubic bone to the tip of the head, and for girth, measure around the base of the shaft. Many find a cage that’s slightly smaller than their flaccid length provides a snug but comfortable fit, discouraging erection without excessive discomfort. Make sure the ring size that sits behind the scrotum also fits without pinching or restricting blood flow.

Safety Precautions for Before, During, and After Use

1. Before Use: Before locking in, inspect the cage for any rough edges or points that might irritate or scratch the skin. Always use a lubricant, such as a body-safe silicone or water-based lube, on the inside of the cage and on any contact points to reduce friction. Start slow—wear the cage for short periods and gradually increase the time as you become more comfortable.

2. During Use: While wearing the cage, pay attention to any pain, tingling, or numbness. These sensations can indicate circulation issues, so if you feel discomfort that doesn’t ease within a few minutes, unlock and check for any signs of redness, swelling, or bruising. It’s also important to avoid prolonged chastity sessions initially, especially overnight, until you’ve built experience with shorter sessions.

3. After Use: After removing the cage, gently massage the area to restore blood flow. Keep an eye out for any redness or chafing that may need time to heal before your next session. Applying a soothing moisturizer or aloe vera gel can help with any minor irritation or dryness caused by the cage.

Cleaning Your Cage Properly

Keeping your chastity cage clean is essential for both comfort and hygiene. After each use, wash the cage thoroughly with warm water and mild, unscented soap, especially if it’s made from stainless steel or plastic. Avoid soaps with harsh chemicals, as they can cause irritation when the cage is next worn. If your cage has intricate parts, use a soft brush to reach small crevices where bacteria can build up. Rinse thoroughly, and let the cage air dry before storing it in a clean, dry place.

With the right fit, gradual training, and proper safety measures, chastity cages can offer a rewarding and safe experience. Remember, safety comes first—take the time to understand your body’s responses, practice open communication with your partner, and always prioritize comfort.

[bookishdreamer28]

Tom Blyth is a total babe and has my heart and his character in Billy the kid has me weak on the knees

Btw I'll definitely write more Billy fics so I hope you'll enjoy reading this one ❣

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You felt your body responding to his intense stare again. You found yourself burning with desire for the man with the beautiful ocean eyes across the room, for the 5th time this month. He was an occasional costumer but you never had the chance to have a proper conversation with him because of all these drunken people blocking your way or your boss making you taking orders from other tables. He never once threw a dirty look at you, neither he made you feel uneasy and uncomfortable in any way just like brainless rats did. And you liked that. You liked him.

When you served a costumer his bear, your eyes went immediately on him. He gave a small smile and waved at you. This small interaction increased your heart's rate and you returned the smile with one of your own. You tried to preoccupy yourself by cleaning the counter but all you could think about was him. The man who already had your heart in his hands.

After contemplating for about half an hour on what to do, you picked up the courage and made your way to his table. His eyes never left you. Seeing you approaching him made him nervous. Unable to make a single move.

"Would you like me to bring you something else?" You asked giving him a sweet smile.

"Uh n-no thank you" his hand traveled up to his hair, pushing a few locks out of the way. You suddenly felt your mouth dry. You licked your lips and you caught his eyes following the movement.

"I'm Y/N" you reached your hand out for a shake. He gently grabbed your hand and said

"I'm William but most people call me Billy. The choice is yours sweetheart" he lowered your hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss there. Your cheeks were burning and you were sure that you looked like you had fever.

You were ready to say something but a drunk guy placed his arm around your shoulder. Your body tensed and Billy's eyes darkened.

"Why don't We get this kind of treatment huh?" His breath was stinking liquor and you wanted to punch the shit out of him which you were ready to do so, but Billy caught you. His punch surely broke thos guy's jaw and it sent him straight to the floor. He then picked him up by his colar and slammed him to the wall.

"If you even dare do as much as look in her direction, I will end you, get it? Don't you DARE put your filthy hands on her again" He growled and then threw him on the floor again. The guy didn't had the guts to say anything to Billy. And all the other men in the bar knew that it would be best if the mind their own business instead of get themselves involved in this.

Billy turned to you and gently touched your shoulders.

"Let's get out of here"

"But I can't just le-"

"As long as you're with me no one is going to hurt you. There's no way I'm leaving you here but if you want to stay, I'll stay too" his words warmed your heart.

"Lead the way cowboy" you smirked and grabbed his hand. He smiled widely and walked the to exit. Once you were outside you started laughing at how wonderful it all felt with him. He couldn't help but watch you closely. Your smile, your bright eyes, your hair flowing in the breeze. You were all he's thinking about and now he finally has the chance to be with you. Just the two of you.

You looked at your intertwined fingers and your stomach filled with butterflies again . But then your eyes widened when you realized that you were still holding hands.

Billy noticed your expression and was ready to pull his hand away but you held it tight.

"I'm ok with this...that is as long as you're ok with it too" and for once agaim you felt your face burning.

"I'm more than ok sweetheart" he smiled.

"Oh thank you souch for earlier I didn't expe-"

"I will never let anyone touch you again like this. I know you think that I didn't have to interfere but it made my blood boil seeing in distress" he stopped walking and turned his body to you.

His eyes were so beautiful under the moonlight. The soft touch of his fingertips on your cheek is what shook me out of my thoughts. Your breath quickened.

"I...where is your home exactly? I don't want you to walk on your all alone now" he cleared his throat, moving his hand from your face, looking anywhere else but you.

"Oh we're almost there-...Um actually, I don't want to go home right now" you stopped him from moving.

"Ok that's great then, cause I didn't want you to go either" he said and you stared at each other.

"Great" you whispered and moved closer to him.

"Great" he moved closer too.

His hands cupped your face slowly and his thumbs were caressing your skin softly.

"Can I please, please kiss you? Cause I've been dying to do this for whole month now and I can't wait longer" your legs felt like jelly and you had no idea how you managed to stand still.

You nodded eagerly and closed your eyes the moment he started leaning in. He kissed you tenderly and pulled back to see your reaction, only for you to crash your lips against his passionately. You felt Billy's hand slide into your hair and his other kept your body close to his. The kiss held such intensity and emotion, that made you both breathless once you pulled away.

"I'm at your mercy woman" he whispered against my lips and and I smiled, grabbing his collar to kiss him more

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Thank you for reading 😚 love you all

all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

[scientia-rex]

If you don't mind, I saw your post about smoking while on hormones recently and I have a couple questions.

Obviously quiting smoking is better for you in general. But are the adverse effects while on hormones the same for testosterone and estrogen?

Secondly, is this mostly about the nicotine in cigarettes (generally what people mean when they say smoking) or is it about smoking anything at all (weed, vapes, nicotine vapes, etc)?

Thanks!

Good questions and unfortunately I have to say that we don’t have enough solid data for great answers on either.

Testosterone raises risk of heart attack or stroke, in part because it causes an increase in red blood cell production. You might be familiar with blood thinners that can be used to prevent heart attack or stroke; blood thickeners do the opposite. However, this data is nowhere near adequate in the transgender population. I cannot tell you much at all about how dose, method of delivery, duration of treatment, or T levels during treatment affect this long-term risk, especially over decades. The best response to this uncertainty is for trans men and transmasc people on T to protect their cardiac health from all other risks as much as possible.

Which then leads to the question of type of smoke. I would love to be able to offer you conclusive answers on that, but the Feds made it virtually impossible to study marijuana until a couple of years ago, so I can’t tell you whether marijuana is as dangerous as tobacco or not, or whether mode of intake matters. I can tell you that tobacco is bad but that people consistently underestimate the risks of nicotine by itself. Nicotine is the insecticide component of tobacco. It will cause your small blood vessels to contract, decreasing blood flow to critical areas of the body and heart. Nicotine impedes healing—smokers are notoriously bad at healing after surgery to the point where I know multiple surgeons who will literally do a blood test for nicotine metabolites before doing higher risk surgeries. They don’t trust patients to tell them whether they smoked, and they have reason to distrust. You want top or bottom surgery? Quit smoking. Now.

I had an attending once describing to me watching what happened to a woman who had fingers reattached. He warned her that if she ever smoked again, she would lose the fingers. She didn’t believe him and thought just smoking a little would be fine. The fingers necrosed—died—immediately, because those small blood vessels are critical to healing a process like a reattachment or transplant. So then she had open wounds with gangrenous fingers attached to them. Great.

We don’t have long-term health outcomes data on vapes yet but for my money they’re going to turn out to be really bad for you as well. Nicotine is a poison. Your lungs don’t love poison delivery by any mechanism. The combustion products of tobacco are also REALLY FUCKING BAD for creating cancerous mutations in your cells, but don’t inhale poison if you want to live a rewarding life where you get to enjoy doing things you want to do, like fucking. (Erections also depend on blood flow and healthy blood vessels. Treat yours with kindness.)

[eatmangoesnekkid]

FLOW, CIRCULATION, AND THE LOVER

A Venusian Temple Arts Channeling Most problems related to the female (or male) body are due to a lack of circulation in that area where the ailment is occurring. Also, a lack of circulation will negatively impact your bag and coins. Said differently: in this system, unless you were born into "old money," you must own that the condition of your body is directly related to your quality of life. Circulation is related to your heart, blood, sensuality, sex, passion, deep feeling, creativity, and overall life force energy. And there is no coincidence that there is a large amount of shame and mysticism around the female body and its resourceful capacity for epic circulation i.e. creation and regeneration--not only for ourselves but for the cells of our loved ones and for the collective cells of our village/community. How beautiful, right?! This is what I was channeling in my first book when I wrote "A sensually activated woman is a wealthy natural resource for any community. Pleasure is power." If you are desiring to strengthen your skills as a lover Goddess which is your flow state capacity to create.... anything including tactile abundance like money and better health, without exhausting yourself, the circulatory system has to become your favorite system of the body. It has to be your friend, your loved one. Because the prime quality of a lover is that she knows how to inspire and stimulate circulation or flow states in others as well--a type of muse consciousness. It could be with her compassion, heart, use of language, use of hands, breasts projections, face/mouth/quality of conversation, dance, beauty, singing, etc. Artists, men, women, children, and animals are attracted to muse consciousness in different ways. Improving your circulation helps to not only open your heart (releasing current and ancestral heartache/heartbreak) , but also increases your lubrication and libido, repairs your skin into a suppleness, and keeps your systems healthier. You will not only look better, but you will feel better in a more authentic way. When you smile, it will be truthful and emanate from deep within. Keep your feet and belly warm during winter month. Once your circulation improves, the blockages start to move and issues start to repair. It is the heat and warmth from your energy FLOWING that creates new body narratives. A lover knows the beauty of stimulating good circulation in self and in another. Anytime there is pain or stagnancy in the body, it is an indication of lack of FLOW--meaning--a need for lover energy! A lover has to strengthen her connection to her hands as well. Hand-heart connection is all lover energy. Also the constant necessity of self-massage and self-touch is important for the body of a lover. Also, the skill and service of having your well-placed, prayed-over loving hands massaging the pain points or blockages of another is just as important. A lover also has to be able to relax and fully receive touch by another, whether a professional massage therapist or your lover. Other considerations: Drink water with a pinch of celtic sea salt/green juice. Keep ginger oil or powdered ginger in your apothecary. Use ginger paste (ginger powder/oil mixed with warm water) rubbed into pain or troubled sight or energetic stagnation including bald spots plus reducing sugar intake including *too much* fruit sugar and starchy carbs and dense meats -which slows down your blood flow while increasing some combination of movement, deep breathing, hot+cold water therapy, sauna/spa, sunbathing, walking, and the like are acts incorporated in a life of a lover and those who we care for. Train your mind to focus and stay calm--to be able to drop into deep presence and feel. Do to one thing at time like wash dishes without stopping to do anything else. Presence, an unscattered mind, is a high-skill and quality of a lover. Recalibrating the mindset and belief systems you've been holding onto for 20 years into more lighthearted, open-hearted frequencies are critical.

*I used "she/her" but lover energy is available to any gender in any shape or texture. *

-India Ame'ye, Author

[mrsmikaelson]

My Human

Human Reader X Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson's Girlfriend Is Caught In The Crossfire With The Original's First Bloodline Vampire

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Y\N wakes up with chains around her ankles and wrists after being knocked out.

"Where am I ?" she asks herself looking around

It was a fancy penthouse house you could see all of New Orleans from every angle

"Sweet Y/N is finally awake" A male voice appears without revealing his face

“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?" Another Voice spoke, his voice filled with worry.

"The best way to upset the Original is to steal the thing most precious to him"

"Hey, I'm not an object" Y/N snapped trying to break free

The woman's vision begins to blur together with an unbearable pain when she looks at her foot, a piece of wood is seen embedded in her flesh.

“Oh, isn’t this poor little thing in pain?” The same guy who talked about pissing off an original cooed and lifted Y/N's head with his finger. His face shifted to his vampire one and he snarled, showing his fangs.

“It’s too bad Elijah can’t save you, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realised that you’re dead."

" I can't wait to see Elijah cut out your tongue and then your heart... But I think he prefers a more special torture"

" ENOUGH, enough of this nonsense .. it's time for my food"

The man displayed his fangs, then thrust into the young woman's neck, letting the blood flow.

Y/N point Of View

Unbearable pain shout through my neck as his fangs clamped down on my neck, I screamed as the pain shot through my whole body. I vaguely remembered that Elijah said that a vampires bite would hurt bad, of course Elijah has already fed from me, a few times but there has been blood sharing. This is not at all pleasant as it is with my Lijah

I screamed feeling my body giving way when I hear screams and see some bodies of men standing outside being thrown lifeless

"Elijah...."

"Elskan, I'm going to get you out of here." Just seeing my boyfriend's face relieves me.

Seeing him like that, so lethal somehow moved me, a fight was fought between him and the guy who caught me in the first place.

"Lucian, I hope hell is nice this time of year ." Elijah said with his vampire face

"You can't kill me , I'm much better than an Original, my bite can kill you..." Lucian said mockingly

"You're absolutely right, until we find a way to kill you I can't do the honors but nobody said about torture. You know I love torturing anyone who hurts my family"

With that a piece of wood was hurled towards Lucian's abdomen and my rescuer came to pick me up.

"It's safe, let's go home... Niklaus takes care of him"

"He drank from me, I'm too weak" I said without looking at him, fearing that this would increase his thirst.

"Elskan, look at me. No problem, I'll heal you and I'll carry you myself" Elijah bit his own wrist bringing it to my mouth

When the metallic taste hit my tongue I felt relief from the pain, from the fear of it all, my wounds started to heal as he saw the wood in my flesh

"He will suffer, won't he? "

"I sure do hope Freya can find a way to make him ordinary so I can kill him with my own hands" Elijah blocks my view of Nik dragging Lucian's body out of the room.

"Elijah ... Thank you"

" For what?"

" Everything"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it... I did it with all the love and care I did with Hope Mikaelson

[wutheringskies]

The Lans and Nies have no right to check and intrude between whatever is going on between Wei Wuxian, the Wen remnants and the Jins. Yet, they somehow have enough rights to go and witness the deaths of Wen Qing and Wen Ning with their clan disciples. And why were these two being killed? Because Jin Zixuan died by the hands of Wen Ning in an ambush set forth by the Jins upon Wei Wuxian, who was invited to Koi Tower by the Jins! So, it's definitely the Jin's matter, yet now you guys can come!

And what ends up happening? Somehow, Wen Ning who is being supported by Hanguang-jun loses control and ... kills Lans and Nies? Not the Jins! In the Jin palace! In an event orchestrated by the Jins! Death by a fierce corpse that the Jins should have prepared for! A whole ass cultivation sect? And a fierce corpse can go and kill whoever it wants?

But great!

Because you guys didn't ever go and check what the matter at Burial Mounds actually was like, because not your problem! Now, it has become your problem and you're forced to take part in the oath ceremony to go raze the Burial Mounds, and then you know, to defend himself, Wei Wuxian comes! And somehow it's his fault for "slaughtering." As if you guys weren't going along with the flow, not even questioning for a second why the smart Yiling Laozu would kill the people who could have stood up for him? And then what? You guys were present at the Oath Ceremony so more of you ended up dying, and now you have to go and take part in the slaughter of 50 innocent men and women and old people!!

Just because you were in positions of power, yet chose inaction. You got completely played! Naive.

Now, that's not enough yet.

Now, there's only two people who could've saved Nie Mingjue - Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing. But they're both already gone! Perhaps if Lan Wangji wasn't in seclusion, he would've stood up against the slaughter of all those minor clans who "tried to assassinate sect leader Jin"! But he is!

Now, Lan Xichen would rather shrug off both of his sworn brothers showing utmost hostility towards each other and increasing amounts of killing intent as a misunderstanding. He would think, oh he's being so nice and nuanced, understanding how people have to sometimes do bad things to maintain peace :((

Like, Lan Xichen's whole identity is built over avoiding conflict. When it comes to good and evil, there is no third side. How can you preach righteousness if you're not willing to carry the burden of morality? Sympathy doesn't equate to righteousness. Perhaps, if be wasn't a sect leader, he'd be good. But when you're a sect leader, being good isn't enough! Your inaction amounts to hundreds of lives.

Wei Wuxian perhaps has the most blood on his hands yet he values even the life of some useless servant, or some half-dead grandmother. You're all letting entire clans die to maintain a peaceful environment and you're thinking you're being righteous. If you have doubts then check them out!

Why are Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji so fated?

Well, firstly they've seen how "ugly" the other can get. Lan Wangjj knows that Wei Wuxian can turn up the heavens for righteousness, that he'll gladly walk through hell, if he could he would even offer up his own pieces of flesh. Wei Wuxian knows Lan Wangji cannot pretend things are okay when they're not. He is stubborn to no end with what he believes to be right, is willing to bear each and every consequence. He'd rather do what he thinks is right and accept the punishment later, whatever that will be.

In the face of truth, you can't hide, and you can't be prejudiced.

Wei Wuxian was hurt so much by Wen Chao, thrown into the Burial Mounds yet he brought the same surnamed Wens into Burial Mounds willingly to protect them! How can Nie Mingjue simply act on his hatred? In your righteousness to kill all evil, you started killing without exceptions and became the evil himself!

And why does Lan Xichen not have anything to say about Xue Yang? "Er-ge... this is what father wants." But Jin Guangshan is also a sect leader! Lan Xichen is also a sect leader!

I wonder what Lan Xichen said to Wangji after his visit to the Burial Mounds.

"Xiongzhang, there isn't an army but a child, the elderly, the women."

"Wangji. I understand. But Wei-gongzi has really upset the orthodox society now. It is no longer about the Wens. His cultivation is evil, and he holds the Tiger Seal... he even brought back Wen Ning's consciousness... you believe you know him..."

And boom, tell that to Jin Guangyao and three days later, everyone knows about Wen Ning. Props to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji for not holding grudges towards anyone and simply riding off to the sunset and even helping everyone who never tried to understand their true hearts.

Both of them are really blessed.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

In Vogue’s 1969 Christmas issue, Vladimir Nabokov offered some advice for teaching James Joyce’s “Ulysses”: “Instead of perpetuating the pretentious nonsense of Homeric, chromatic, and visceral chapter headings, instructors should prepare maps of Dublin with Bloom’s and Stephen’s intertwining itineraries clearly traced.” He drew a charming one himself. Several decades later, a Boston College English professor named Joseph Nugent and his colleagues put together an annotated Google map that shadows Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom step by step. The Virginia Woolf Society of Great Britain, as well as students at the Georgia Institute of Technology, have similarly reconstructed the paths of the London amblers in “Mrs. Dalloway.”

Such maps clarify how much these novels depend on a curious link between mind and feet. Joyce and Woolf were writers who transformed the quicksilver of consciousness into paper and ink. To accomplish this, they sent characters on walks about town. As Mrs. Dalloway walks, she does not merely perceive the city around her. Rather, she dips in and out of her past, remolding London into a highly textured mental landscape, “making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh.”

Since at least the time of peripatetic Greek philosophers, many other writers have discovered a deep, intuitive connection between walking, thinking, and writing. (In fact, Adam Gopnik wrote about walking in The New Yorker just two weeks ago.) “How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live!” Henry David Thoreau penned in his journal. “Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.” Thomas DeQuincey has calculated that William Wordsworth—whose poetry is filled with tramps up mountains, through forests, and along public roads—walked as many as a hundred and eighty thousand miles in his lifetime, which comes to an average of six and a half miles a day starting from age five.

What is it about walking, in particular, that makes it so amenable to thinking and writing? The answer begins with changes to our chemistry. When we go for a walk, the heart pumps faster, circulating more blood and oxygen not just to the muscles but to all the organs—including the brain. Many experiments have shown that after or during exercise, even very mild exertion, people perform better on tests of memory and attention. Walking on a regular basis also promotes new connections between brain cells, staves off the usual withering of brain tissue that comes with age, increases the volume of the hippocampus (a brain region crucial for memory), and elevates levels of molecules that both stimulate the growth of new neurons and transmit messages between them.

The way we move our bodies further changes the nature of our thoughts, and vice versa. Psychologists who specialize in exercise music have quantified what many of us already know: listening to songs with high tempos motivates us to run faster, and the swifter we move, the quicker we prefer our music. Likewise, when drivers hear loud, fast music, they unconsciously step a bit harder on the gas pedal. Walking at our own pace creates an unadulterated feedback loop between the rhythm of our bodies and our mental state that we cannot experience as easily when we’re jogging at the gym, steering a car, biking, or during any other kind of locomotion. When we stroll, the pace of our feet naturally vacillates with our moods and the cadence of our inner speech; at the same time, we can actively change the pace of our thoughts by deliberately walking more briskly or by slowing down.

VIDEO FROM THE NEW YORKER :: The Men Walking Every Block in New York City

Because we don’t have to devote much conscious effort to the act of walking, our attention is free to wander—to overlay the world before us with a parade of images from the mind’s theatre. This is precisely the kind of mental state that studies have linked to innovative ideas and strokes of insight. Earlier this year, Marily Oppezzo and Daniel Schwartz of Stanford published what is likely the first set of studies that directly measure the way walking changes creativity in the moment. They got the idea for the studies while on a walk. “My doctoral advisor had the habit of going for walks with his students to brainstorm,” Oppezzo says of Schwartz. “One day we got kind of meta.”

In a series of four experiments, Oppezzo and Schwartz asked a hundred and seventy-six college students to complete different tests of creative thinking while either sitting, walking on a treadmill, or sauntering through Stanford’s campus. In one test, for example, volunteers had to come up with atypical uses for everyday objects, such as a button or a tire. On average, the students thought of between four and six more novel uses for the objects while they were walking than when they were seated. Another experiment required volunteers to contemplate a metaphor, such as “a budding cocoon,” and generate a unique but equivalent metaphor, such as “an egg hatching.” Ninety-five per cent of students who went for a walk were able to do so, compared to only fifty per cent of those who never stood up. But walking actually worsened people’s performance on a different type of test, in which students had to find the one word that united a set of three, like “cheese” for “cottage, cream, and cake.” Oppezzo speculates that, by setting the mind adrift on a frothing sea of thought, walking is counterproductive to such laser-focussed thinking: “If you’re looking for a single correct answer to a question, you probably don’t want all of these different ideas bubbling up.”

Where we walk matters as well. In a study led by Marc Berman of the University of South Carolina, students who ambled through an arboretum improved their performance on a memory test more than students who walked along city streets. A small but growing collection of studies suggests that spending time in green spaces—gardens, parks, forests—can rejuvenate the mental resources that man-made environments deplete. Psychologists have learned that attention is a limited resource that continually drains throughout the day. A crowded intersection—rife with pedestrians, cars, and billboards—bats our attention around. In contrast, walking past a pond in a park allows our mind to drift casually from one sensory experience to another, from wrinkling water to rustling reeds.

Still, urban and pastoral walks likely offer unique advantages for the mind. A walk through a city provides more immediate stimulation—a greater variety of sensations for the mind to play with. But, if we are already at the brink of overstimulation, we can turn to nature instead. Woolf relished the creative energy of London’s streets, describing it in her diary as “being on the highest crest of the biggest wave, right in the centre & swim of things.” But she also depended on her walks through England’s South Downs to “have space to spread my mind out in.” And, in her youth, she often travelled to Cornwall for the summer, where she loved to “spend my afternoons in solitary trampling” through the countryside.

Perhaps the most profound relationship between walking, thinking, and writing reveals itself at the end of a stroll, back at the desk. There, it becomes apparent that writing and walking are extremely similar feats, equal parts physical and mental. When we choose a path through a city or forest, our brain must survey the surrounding environment, construct a mental map of the world, settle on a way forward, and translate that plan into a series of footsteps. Likewise, writing forces the brain to review its own landscape, plot a course through that mental terrain, and transcribe the resulting trail of thoughts by guiding the hands. Walking organizes the world around us; writing organizes our thoughts. Ultimately, maps like the one that Nabokov drew are recursive: they are maps of maps.

Why Walking Helps Us Think

By Ferris Jabr

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇*𝐓

summary: after a bad dream, y/n goes to the only two people she really trusts.

wordcount: 4.278k

tw: swearing, yang-jung and doo-young appears!!, dad figures, bad dreams (about m*rder), badly written lectures about life, smoking (not so much)

author's note: *gently slipping under your doorstep, sipping on tea* enjoy it girlie

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 playlist!!

[  𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ]

the air was damp despite all the windows being open. in the small flat, another ugly, disgusting smell flowed around. in the kitchen, the table and the chairs were beaten up, threw away to the walls, one was even broken, the pieces of it laid on the floor. beside the broken vase. on the lily’s petals that were in the pottery before were blood drops, the glasses of pictures and the clock on the wall were also knocked off, the pictures were full of mud as many people’s boots stepped on them. y/n couldn’t see this, as she was hidden under her parents’ bed. trembling and with a dry mouth, with tears gathering in her eyes, the only things she could hold onto was the biggest knife from the kitchen drawer. 

she was twelve again. 

she sensed that other people were also in their house. strange, scary people with heavy steps, waiting for something. something really bad. y/n didn’t know where her parents were, but didn’t dare to yell for them –her father told her precisely, that whatever happens if heavy booted, scary men appear in their house: grab something she could protect herself with, hide somewhere where only she could hide in, or reach, and what’s the most important, be quiet. be quiet as she was when she got panic attacks at night and couldn’t even open her mouth to cough or whine, be as quiet as when she sneaked out on the front door when she wanted to play with her friends in the early morning. 

after the rambling noises, when everything got silent, it was like time just stopped. only her mother’s silent cries were heard as she sat on the bed, just above her. what did she see? what did she see that y/n didn’t? and what did they do to her? y/n didn’t know what was going on, and she could only hope that her parents were waiting for her, especially her mother to tell her that she can come out from under the bed, and that all of this was just a joke, like on april 1st. but then, footsteps were heard. with every approaching step, her grip on the hilt of the knife tightened; who was this person? if it was her father, he could yell her name, or her mother would do the same. but he didn’t say a word. the footsteps only approached, and her mother’s stifles were continuous. 

she wanted to yell. wanted to fight. 

the bed was covered with the blanket, the edges hanging down to the floor, only a little gap was there for y/n to peek out. black boots, just as the ones that were breaking down everything, she guessed. she didn’t see the boots that were coming, but her heartbeat was increasing with every upcoming step. closing her eyes, she wanted to disappear from here. she imagined that it was just only a dream, and that’s why it was so real. her dreams were so colorful since she could sleep on her own. if she closed her eyes, and counted to ten, then she would wake up in her bed, in the room beside their parent’s room, the sun shining through the curtains… all she had to do was closing her eyes, and counting to ten. 

one, two… the footsteps were louder. 

three, four, five… she turned onto her back, she always slept away like this. after her mother kissed her face, and his father peeked into her room in the middle of the night to check that she was there, sound asleep. 

six, seven… she wanted to open her eyes so badly. but she couldn’t, otherwise she wouldn’t wake up. it was just a bad dream. a bad, bad dream. she will tell this to her mother in the morning, when they eat breakfast. 

eight, nine… the footsteps slowly began to fade. her chest became lighter. that was really just a dream. everything’s alright. 

ten. 

the footsteps stopped. y/n felt a little ease. when she opens her eyes, she’s gonna see the little tick-tock watch on her bedside, and her favorite plushies. 

but when she opened her eyes, it wasn’t the ceiling she saw. she saw the same beams of her parents’ bed that was above her just before she thought this was a dream. and her mother’s silent cries were the same when she hid under the bed. 

but then… what happened? was her mother even there? 

peeking out on the little gap of the hanging blankets, her heart nearly stopped. a pair of boots stood just in front of the bed, where she laid. y/n heard a deep snicker,  so this was a man. so this was a man, and his henchmen, coming only for weaker people than him. he stepped right where her mother laid. gripping the knife, she was prepared for attack. she was prepared to fight for her life, whatever happens. she was ready to protect her mother, to face this man, whoever he was. 

laying on her back, she heard a little snap, like when her mother pulled out a knife from its case. but her mother’s hands were bound. then… 

the man laughed, and said things she couldn’t understand. something about her father, something about a man named choi, and then, her mother began to violently hum from under the tape on her mouth. y/n got anxious; they didn’t let her speak! she wanted to crawl out from under the bed to protect her, but then a noise cut her movements. 

before she could do anything, she heard as the knife –or sword?--  cut through the air, and when it touched her mother’s neck to slay through the thin skin, many veins and splashing blood;

she woke up. 

y/n heartbeat was so fast that she feared it’s gonna explode. the bed was wet under her sweat, the blanket shaken off from her body –it was better, she could’ve feel suffocated under it. throwing away her limbs the best she could, breathing heavily, y/n turned on the side to see that there was nobody else in the room, that she slept and laid on the bed of her rent, and all of her dreams were just the past. she noticed how the boy, gun-woo beside her slept. his face was so peaceful and innocent, and everything she wanted to hold onto to survive after her panic attack. it was just a dream, it was just because ou remembered so strong before; she told herself to calm down. looking at him, his hair fell in front of his eyes, his lips slightly parted. she didn’t realize in him that he was boxing, and he beated three guy just a rew hours ago, his body was relaxed, the way from his shoulder to his waist curved down, his legs were bent like a baby would do as he faced her. one hand under his face, his elbow almost poked her forehead, the other laying on his side. she gazed at the band aid on his face; it had a little curve and was so long, from his ear to almost his chin. gun-woo looked so innocent and harmless, he flowed tons of comfort even in his sleep. but y/n needed to clear her head, so she tried to get up without waking him up. as she crawled out from the bed, looking at the clock on her bedside table. it was 5am, then why was it so dark? maybe the curtains did it, painting the whole room blue. 

stepping into her slippers and slipping into her jumper, she wanted to go out to get some air, but the box of cigarette catch her eyes. she didn’t care any longer, grabbing it and going out, passing by woo-jin as he slept soundly. 

litting a cigarette, she leaned onto the barrier as she let out the smoke from her lungs. it calmed her down; y/n used to smoke when she was really young, her friends in middle and high school ruined her as they tried out every stupid things in the shitty outskirts of seoul, but when her lungs began to get heavy from the run in the mornings, she decided to stop. the come down from cigarettes were a little bit hard, but she thought that being able to protect herself and run away mattered more than smoking shitty sticks. 

“are you okay?” y/n gasped a little as she got frightened from the little sound. turning around, it was gun-woo who stood behind her. 

“you scared the shit out of me, gun-woo!” she answered, but then nodded. “i’m fine. just had a bad dream and needed to get some air. did i wake you up?” 

gun-woo shook his head. he had his hoodie on, covering his muscled body, giving him the same sweet sight his face had. 

“no, i usually wake up at this time. do you smoke regularly?” he asked, y/n glanced down to the cigarette. she shook her head, coughing a little. 

“no, just when i’m really stressed. i used to smoke earlier, but then i stopped doing it.” she replied. “are you hungry? i don’t have much vegetables, but we could use the frozen ones in the freezer.” 

“no, i… me and woo-jin are perfectly fine with the instant noodles. you don’t have to take up all the food you have” he protested, but y/n pressed down the butt of the cigarette, dropping it into the empty pot beside her. 

“it’s fine, not like it’d eat them anyway. come on, help me.” she nodded with her head into the direction of her kitchen, gun-woo followed her like a puppy. they didn’t talk much as breakfast was prepared, but their hands sometimes clashed when they grabbed a bag of frozen vegetables or a knife. gun-woo innocently looked away these times, making y/n smile too. after sleeping together, they somehow eased up around each other, making everything easier. sure, they were both a flustered mess, but it brought them closer, especially after a crazy night like the previous one. 

“and, how was my bed? was it comfortable?” y/n asked as she stirred the vegetables in the pan. 

“yeah, it was really comfortable. i guess i had the best sleep in months.” gun-woo answered as he placed the plates to set the table. 

“i’m glad you feel like this. should we wake up woo-jin?” 

“we can, but he’s gonna be grumpy. i invited him once to hang out with me in the early morning, and he was still sleeping, and whined about how tired he was until we ate some food on his rooftop.” 

y/n giggled, imagining woo-jin with a bedhead, slumping after gun-woo while rubbing his eyes. 

“i don’t mind it. half of my colleagues are grumpy asses themselves. oh, shit! i need to call my boss. wake up woo-jin and sit down to eat, i’ll be right back” she said hastily as she searched for her phone. 

after breakfast, y/n came back to the two guys, eating some pieces of the food, but then she said she’s got to do her business in the bar. after they left her house, woo-jin ad gun-woo went to hyeon-ju for a talk, and y/n went on her own way. little did they know…

…that y/n knew some people they got to know later. 

going to her favorite sushi bar, y/n saw that the door was open. lying to gun-woo and woo-jin maybe wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t risk her connections. looking at the back of the kitchen, she knocked a couple of times. after a few seconds, a short haired old man stepped out from behind the wall, wearing white robe and a knife in his hand. he seemed confused. y/n sat down at one of the tables, but stood up to bend down before the man who gave him shelter and safety through the years. 

“is doo-young here?” she asked after straightening back, picking out a chopstick from its case, to drum with it a little to chase away the waiting time for the third party. 

“no. put that down. i thought he’s gonna be here before you, you are always the latest.” 

yang-jung and doo-young knew her father the best. only after her mother of course, but she was… well, she wasn’t here anymore. y/n found their contact in one of her parents’ drawer, she was flipping through every piece of paper after the scary man and his group left their house alone, and she was at a safe place, she lived at one of her mother’s relatives. she always went back at night, collecting all the important stuff before the police could come. with all the money she collected, bought a phone and began to call all of the numbers she could find on papers, notes, anything. after a little while, she met yang-jung and doo-young, she was fifteen at the time. now she was 23, and the two men helped her with everything y/n needed. and now, she needed to tell them that she was after her parents’ killer, who was also some loan-shark. she knew that they also wanted to chase him, but with no lead, they couldn’t do anything, and only with sir choi’s permission. y/n never saw sir choi, her father always kept his business away from his family, especially his one and only, loved daughter. the two of his father’s friends almost played a “good cop, bad cop”-role during the years. yang-jung was the somberer type, standing with facts and reality, and was there when y/n needed to arrange something with school, like school meetings for parents, handling y/n’s papers. meanwhile, doo-young was on the softer side, who really tried to be like a parent for her, alas he knew that he can never replace her father’s role, he tried to ease the pain that came from the lack. playing with her, trying to do father-daughter things and reading for her at night, when she laid down to sleep. y/n loved them both, despite it was doo-young who reciprocated the love. sometimes she felt that she’s just a drag for yang-jung, but she tried to put aside the feeling and concentrate on what she wanted to tell them. plus, he wouldn’t stay here for eight years if he didn’t want to do it for her, would he? doo-young always said that when she was anxious because of this. 

“everybody can progress, forward and backward too.” she replied, putting down the pieces of wood when she heard the door opening. it was doo-young, y/n stood up to bend down before him too. 

“hello, y/n. did you come here afoot? if you’d call me, i could pick you up somewhere.” he began, making y/n shrug her shoulders after he hugged her. 

“don’t worry, i live close to the restaurant, and some walking did good to me.” she replied while sitting back. they waited for yang-jung to come, they always had a timestamp once a week or a month to check on each other. while neither of them needed it, it grew to a tradition between the three, and they had no problem with it. “is your wife alright? how is the baby?” 

“she’s seven months yet, and she’s good. if you come over, we can show you the ultrasound pictures.” 

“you have ultrasound pictures? is it a girl or a boy?” y/n asked, excited that she could soon have a little baby that she could nurse when they went for a weekend rest or something. 

“it’s a girl, but i already told you that.”

“okay, okay, you can never know until she comes out! or he.” y/n added, making doo-young laugh. yang-jung brought some fish and soya sauce, sitting down at the table too. y/n picked a piece of it, the silky fish was the best breakfast she could imagine, after the vegetables she served to the guys. 

“so, y/n, what did you want to say?” yang-jung asked as they all drank from their cups. y/n looked at the two men, sighing a little. 

“i’m after the smile capital’s boss.” 

at her words, they both came to a halt. yang-jung looked at her like she suddenly grew a third eye on her forehead, doo-young almost spit out the sip he kept in his mouth. 

“you what?!” doo-young asked, booking and yang-jung. y/n nodded as she continued. 

“i know it sounds really, really dangerous, but-” 

“because it is really dangerous. a little girl like you shouldn’t go after a man like smile capital’s boss, especially not alone.” yang-jung back-pedaled, making y/n sigh. 

“i’m not alone! that’s what i wanted to say. i know a girl… well, she found me… and–”

“how did she find you? who is she?” 

“chill, chill! well, she's been tracking and stalking some of the smile capital’s members for a while, and she asked me for my help.” 

“wonderful. don’t you have enough danger on your plate? like managing drunk assholes in that shitty bar? or going home alone, when those creeps were walking around the streets?” 

“wait, yang-jung… y/n, how old is that girl?” 

“i don’t know? well, around my age.” 

doo-young looked at yang-jung. the other man sighed. 

“don’t look at me with you ‘do you think the same as me’, because i really don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

doo-young shrugged his shoulders, continuing. 

“how did she find you?” 

“she… well, she wasn’t there personally, there were two guys. they said that some girl was searching for me, i thought that they were some cops or i don’t know, but then–”

“two guys?” doo-young asked. y/n nodded, she didn’t know what’s so surprising about this information. “tell me, was one of them with semi-long hair? is he a quiet type?” 

“yeah… his name is gun-woo.” y/n replied, slightly smiling. doo-young slapped down on the table. 

“i knew it! how small is the world! yang-jung, this means that it has begun!” he yelled, making the other two jump. 

“no, this doesn’t mean anything. they’re just kids, doo-young! kids always do dumb things.” 

“hey, don’t talk about me like i’m not here!” y/n snapped. “anyway, what’s the matter with this information?” 

yang-jung turned to y/n. 

“it seems that you just met with sir choi’s nephew and his bodyguards.” 

“yeah, they mentioned they are bodyguards…” 

“maybe we should call the boss.” 

“no, if he didn’t tell us anything, then nothing’s in the process. and y/n, i recommend you to not to stalk them further! they’re dangerous people, they–”

“yeah, i know what they did. but… it gave me a little hope.” 

both men knew y/n had revenge on her mind just since the tragedy happened. they couldn’t stop her from doing it, yang-jung massaged his temples. 

“okay, then just be really careful, do you understand? and do call us everyday. not weekly, not monthly, but every single day.” doo-young stated. 

“why?” y/n asked. 

“because we want to know about everything. and if you get into danger, we can get there fast. i don’t care if your plan is cracked up, your safety is the–”

“oh, don’t worry, it’s already messed up” y/n swirled with her hand, but then, guests came in. yang-jung stood up to welcome them, bending down to y/n and doo-young. 

“tell me everything she said, doo-young.” he said as he walked away. 

“i’m still here, dad!” she whisper-yelled, but her words seemed to find blind ears. doo-young ate another piece from the fish, nodding with his head into her direction. 

“so, y/n, what’s with that plan?” 

“oh? yeah, the plan… well, the three of us, gun-woo, woo-jin and me had to stalk down a man named yang jae-myeong. and when they were beating a homeless man to death… then gn-woo couldn’t bear watching it while doing nothing. and i was the one who gave him reassurance that he can beat them up… and then it was over. that girl was awfully angry at us, and…” 

“...and?” 

“well, she and i had an argument in the aftermath. this happened yesterday at night. i don’t know if i can still go back and continue.” 

“why? did you say something?” 

y/n pulled herself together. nodding, she gulped a sip from her drink. 

“i said that she deserves everything bad after she… she said things about my father.” 

doo-young looked down, and then reached out his hand for y/n to hold. 

“i’m sorry, i just… i just felt like she didn’t have the right to say those things. she knew better about me, and i felt that she’s trying to use it against me.” y/n grabbed his hand, like it was her father’s. 

“no, no, that’s fine. if you felt at that moment to protest, then you did nothing wrong. don’t apologize for your feelings. you can always make plans.” 

“that’s what i said. luckily, woo-jin and gun-woo came after me when i ran out. gun-woo helped me to calm down.” 

“gun-woo? that boxing guy?” doo-young grinned, making y/n roll her eyes while smiling. 

“they both do box.” she replied easily. 

“i know, i know, but that guy who seems nice! the boss said that he’s not a man of words.” 

“i already noticed that. but it’s nice, he doesn’t brag. and after we ate dinner at mine, we… well, we slept together.” y/n admitted, blushing wildly. doo-young’s eyes widened. 

“did you use protection?” 

“no, not like that!” y/n yelled, instantly turning down her voice after getting a glance from yang-jung. “we just slept beside each other! i can’t have sex with her, he’s… he’s too good for it. i don’t deserve someone like him, with a good mother and morals like this.”

“don’t say this! you’re a good girl too. and… do you think he’s having feelings for you too?” 

“i don’t have feelings for him! maybe a little… do you think someone like him could love someone like me?” 

doo-yong smiled, and nodded. 

“back then, before i met my wife, i was also troublesome. and–”

“oh, we’re going on a long story” y/n muttered, making doo-young scrunch his face. 

“don’t underestimate my story! so, my wife was the best girl i’ve ever known. she was kind, nice to everybody, and her soul was so strong, what she had on her soul, she had on her mouth. meanwhile i, i was the guy who did everything wrong he could. i did bad things, but… when i met her, her presence made me somehow better. to do better. to desist with the bad things, and to be good enough for her. and when the time came, i asked for her hand, and she said yes. i asked myself many times, how did a good soul like her find a bad soul like mine? i questioned her on the night of our wedding, and she said that i’ve changed. and as long as people can change for the better, then they deserve what they want, and what good they get.” 

doo-young ended his story, making y/n look away. does she really deserve gun-woo’s love? with all of her life and the troublesome situation she always finds herself in? 

“your wife is a really nice lady. i’d like to meet her. and then the little baby, i can still tell her to run away, after all.” 

“don’t you dare to turn my daughter against me! but y/n, i know that it's hard, especially for you, to accept love from others. but you have to trust the way you change. to trust the way things get better for you, that people like gun-woo have feelings for you.” 

“i know, it’s just so hard.”

“of course it’s hard. but that’s how you process. have faith.” 

y/n smiled. doo-young always had wise words, and that warmed her heart. 

“i will.” 

as they ate, y/n’s phone began to buzz. she picked up to read it. 

gun-woo hey y/n, where are you? 

“is that gun-woo?” doo-young asked. 

“yeah, why?” 

“you smiled like a teenage girl when you saw the message.” she tsked at doo-young’s words, typing on the keyboard of her phone. maybe she had the feelings of a stupid teenage girl, but then what? so be it. 

y/n  at work, why? 

gun-woo hyeon-ju wants to talk to you. could you please come?

pulling up her eyebrows, she sipped up the last drops of her drink. 

“what is it?” the man asked, trying to peek at her screen. 

“the girl wants to talk with me. the one who i had a fight with." y/n added, grabbing her bag.

"okay, then be safe! and call us, as we talked about it, you promise?" doo-young popped up his little finger. the girl leaned over the table to link her own little finger, and then they shook it a three times.

"i promise! i gotta go, doo-young! give my regards to your wife, and look out for the little one."

“i will, kid. besides, use protection! i don't want to take care of another little one while you live your young life!"

y/n shook her head as she laughed, stepping out from the restaurant, bidding yang-jung goodbye. she hoped that doo-yung and gun-woo will never, ever meet.

y/n of course, i'm on my way. be there in 20 minutes.

gun-woo okay, i'll tell her. be safe, y/n.

a stupid smile creeped up on her face, and the talk with hyeon-ju wasn't even that scary anymore. maybe she wants to apologize. she better do it, because she wanted to work with gun-woo, and for his father's reminiscence.

y/n i will. thanks, gun-woo.

little did she knew, that gun-woo smiled the same idiot smile while he went out to wait for the girl.

'be safe, y/n', he thought as he wanted to write more things. things that mattered. but he deleted them, maybe he can tell them when she gets here. he will tell her.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

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[0asisbliss]

Hello :)

Okay so, i wanted to request a Aizawa as a father (platonic obiously) in which he and his daughter are kidnapped and she is tortured in front of him, and he does everything he can to save her and escape from there.

Have a nice day :D

A/N: Hi anon! My day is going okay thank you for asking! Sorry for any spelling errors!💞

Parings: PlatonicDad!Aizawa x daughter! Reader

How long was this going to be? Why in the hell was this happening to you. And the worst part is that your father has to slowly see you succumb to a painful death? You can’t do anything because of the chains that are holding you down. Nevertheless you still scream, cry, beg, and wish for the whoever it is the has the pliers to your mouth tugging on you two front teeth to leave you alone.

Aizawa struggles to get out of the quirk restrained chains. He looks at the two men laughing at how his daughter was whimpering and crying in pain and his anger increased. It disgusted him. He was disgusted with himself, and with the whole situation. He had to get out of these chains, and get his daughter before they scar her even more than they have already.

He started to roughly tug on the chains, and he managed to break them. He first strangled the two men that were standing beside you and killed them with little to no struggle.

After slaughtering everyone in the room he broke the chains around your wrist and legs, and kisse your forehead. You felt like you wanted to vomit because of all of the blood on the floor. You looked up at Aizawa and scanned his face for cuts and his face was bloodied up and you could visibly see his inner skin, you felt the blood start to flow out of your mouth. You started to violently sob, and Aizawa picked you up started to walk towards the exit.

He couldn’t let this happen ever again.

[gamerwoman3d]

Goodbye, Season of the Blood Moon

[And hopefully hello Cryomancer’s season]

[🔞Spicy/Explicit/Filthy / C̴̥͊͛U̶̲̣͆Ȑ̵̡͉̏̆S̶̥͙͊̉͜Ȩ̸̊D̸͙͍̯̾̓͝ after the cut🔞🩸]

This imagine has been marked cursed for your protection

CW: Blood, afab anatomy, monthy cycles

I wasn’t really a huge fan of the vampire skins. They are alright, some look pretty cool, some kharacters look better with pointy teeth and ashen makeup.

But after seeing this particular fanart of him, yea 😳

[Image is not mine, used for illustration purposes only, follow the link to see original source]

I can definitively state that I'd let vampire Bi-Han hold me by the throat and fuck me stupid anytime.

He got caught by vaternians and turned into this? He's being used as... a mindless warrior? Used as a bloodbank? Is he bloodthirsty, or is he just ... vaternian livestock?

I needz to know because if he's livestock, then I needz to get myself caught so I can waste their time gettin' into their breeding program, and if he's bloodthirsty then I needz him to know I just don't bleed except for once a month.

Like, I'm basically a turnip for 25 outta 28 days, I don't bleed when I'm cut or when the doctors need blood. My non-turnip days are spent eating chocolate and wrapping myself around a heat pack while "blood" trickles outta me from between my legs.

And here's the nasty part that's gonna freak SOME of y'all out, so skip the rest of it if you're squeamish - Period sex with this man would be phenomenal. He's already covered in blood, blood magic makes him stronger. To say he'd be uninhibited by the blood is an understatement because he'd make it his goal to get it to gush outta us.

Wasn't sure if I should use "I" or "you" here, but I don't wanna force anyone to imagine this scenerio so... Going with "I" but feel free to replace the "I's" with "you's" if you like that shit.

I could see him grabbing and kneading my belly underneath the naval while he's balls deep, trying to get the muscles to contract, *wanting* to feel the hot blood splurt from my cervix against his cockhead inside, *wanting* to feel himself pushing around those warm icky congealed blobs inside my sticky walls. I can see him *wanting* to fuck until a gory wet ring of red and stringy bits of a near-black ichor forms around the base of his cock. Grabbing, squeezing, fucking deep, forcing the clots to squish and gush down his balls, his aim to wring every drop of it out of that pussy like he needs it to live. He'd find new ways to wring me out, pump me full of aphrodisiacs to increase the blood flow and use overstimulation to cause crushing uterine contractions until I gush on him over and over again. My periods wouldn't be "just another Tuesday" anymore, a period fuck-session would be an all day event. My cycle would be his Burning Man, his rock festival, he'd plan to be there and rock out all week long, getting high af off of me.

He wouldn't just "tolerate" period sex; he'd fucking own it. It's his favorite time of the month, and the mess of it makes his cock feel so good.

[If there are any men reading I hope you don't freak out. I hope it's arousing in a good way. Insert "gee i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me" memes here.]

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[taintandviolent]

"Want to see what we can get away with before they come looking for us?" Prompt + Kit or Tate <33

Aaaah thank you anon!! I chose Kit, just cos it’s been a minute and I love me some asylum settings. Sorry this got a little long, it’s below the cut!!! Asdffghkkhajshshsk.

“Want to see what we can get away with before they come looking for us?” You leaned over the checker board, biting down on your plush bottom lip.

His dark brown eyes bored into yours, trying to find the joke. You stared back, assuring him silently that there was no joke, no teasing to be found in your suggestion. The asylum had an influx of new patients, the sisters had been busy with intake and you saw it as the perfect opportunity to have a little fun with Kit Walker.

You two had been flirting, on and off, for the past couple weeks but it was all playful. At least, he’d convinced himself it was. He hadn’t made any serious moves, just teased you here and there. The teasing drove him crazy, those few moments of intimacy in a world of frigid celibacy and isolation. Every night, he’d spend the first half hour after final checks fondling himself, beating off under the white cotton sheets. How could he not? He was a man after all, and you were… such a woman.

His gaze drifted slowly down the front of your gown, which was regrettably baggier than he’d like it to be. Of course, a lady has to keep her modesty, but there was something about the way that the standard issue gown hugged all the right parts of your body; your hips, your ample breasts, he wanted to know what was underneath. He’d wanted to know what was underneath it for weeks. It drove him crazy, if he was being honest.

Last week in the rec room, you’d intentionally grazed your hand over his dick and immediately made him hard No more playin’ it cool with that one, he’d thought. He had to sit at the one of the tables, tucking his groin as far underneath it as he could until the blood flow redirected back to his brain.

“What’s all this fah’?” He leaned to the side, sneaking a peek out the door as a sister pushed her way through it. The hallway she approached was desolate, much like the moral of this place. He repositioned himself, looking back at your pretty face, still plastered with that same mischievous expression you’d had when he looked away. “It ain’t nice to play with someone’s feelins’, sugah.”

“Feelings?” You echoed. You withheld a dreamy sigh, his heavy accent always went straight to your cunt.

Kit swallowed and leaned forward. “ Sweethaht, ‘ahm serious.” All this sternness was coming from a place of nervousness, because he knew that if got a taste of you, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Aside from the brief moments with you, it had been weeks or months since he’d had any physical touch from a woman. But true intimacy? It had been too long.

His knees hit the underside of the table abruptly, his eyes widening. The tip of your shoe pressed into his groin, lifting upward slowly. A whimper tumbled out of your open mouth as you felt the weight of his flaccid cock.

“Shit,” he hissed, leaning his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. After a moment of the sensation, he straightened up and looked into your naughty gaze. “Sugah, please…”

“Please what, keep going? You want to do all this right here, in front of everyone?” You could tell, he was trying so hard to keep it together, to keep his cock from hardening, but as the seconds passed, you could also tell that he was failing. The trousers the men got were everything but forgiving. The slightest increase in length was easily spotted, and usually violently chastised by every Sister in the vicinity. Thankfully for Kit, there wasn’t a Sister to be found.

You pressed your foot harder against the rigidity once more before releasing the pressure and scooting the wooden chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. “C’mon. Let’s see what we can do before one of those stuffy old broads notices we’re gone.”

You didn’t wait for Kit’s response to start walking towards the door, with the casual air of one of the Sisters; you, like them, had an assignment to do, and walking out the door was the most normal thing in the world. Before you’d even reached the doors, Kit was behind you, pressing his groin into your backside.

“Whatta’ lil’ devil you are.” He said, planting his hand on the door above your head and giving it a firm push. It swung open, and you immediately headed towards a storage closet you’d seen last week. It was in the bakery, which would also be empty at this time. Lunch had finished, and the prep for dinner wouldn’t start for another few hours.

At the speed in which you both ran, it didn’t take long for you two to reach said closet. Kit opened it, and you slipped in, immediately spinning to face him. Your back was pressed against the half-empty shelves, and it smelled faintly of yeasty dough and flour.

“You sure ‘bout this?”

You took fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him in closer to you. Neither of you said anything, just exchanged heated glances of each other’s lips and eyes. Kit was the one to press his lips against yours first, but you melted into the kiss, sliding your hands on either side of his neck, and tangling your fingers behind it.

He moaned into your mouth, bringing the taste of himself deeper into your mouth, and you reciprocated that moan, giving him more of yourself. The thrill of being caught heightened both of your arousals.

Hurriedly, knowing that the moment could be snatched away in the blink of an eye, he dropped his hands to your tummy, ghosting over the soft flesh. You whimpered, breaking the kiss to watch. It didn’t take long for his thick fingers to find your cunt, where he immediately began thumbing your clit gently. Circling it, dipping down to pick up some of your wetness like an artist dipping his brush in paint before smearing it over the canvas.

You felt his hard-on through the thin fabric, poking into your tummy, and without another word, you reached in, wrapping your digits around the head. You squeezed it, urging more of the pre-cum out and Kit whined pitifully, delving two, thick fingers into your wet slit. As an attempt to stay quiet, your rolled your lips inward and bit down, moaning softly into them as you pumped his cock in and out of your hand, committing every ridge to memory. His skin was velvet soft and hot to the touch, and you desperately wanted to know what it felt like slipping past your lips.

Kit bucked his hips into your fist, demanding speed. You squeezed tighter, and he crushed his lips against yours, muttering words of praise into your waiting, open mouth. He bucked harder, and you felt the thick, sticky ropes of cum flowing over your finger tips. The sensation of that alone sent you over the edge, and you clenched around his fingers, hugging them tight in pulses.

“Sister Anna!”

With a second to spare, you thought. Kit clamped his hand over your mouth, watching as the light disappeared and reappeared from the crack in the door.

“We’re missing two patients. Sister Jude said that she was alerted, we’d better go find them. I’ll check their rooms.”

The voices faded along with the delicate wisp of their steps. Kit immediately moved his hand to the side of your face, cupping your cheek gently. He kissed you again, but not with the fiery passion that had been there before. There was an urgency, a worry.

“C’mon sugah, if they’re headin’ to the rooms, we’ll be back in the rec room before they get there.”

And, you were. You both separated, tucking yourselves into opposite corners. and pretending like you’d been there the entire time. You stared longingly out the window, watching the rain as it fell. Kit was leaning next to the jukebox, picking absentmindedly at his cuticles. The rest of the patients were none the wiser… except Lana. But she wouldn’t tell.

[adiosalasrosas]

I love creeks and the music they make. And rills, in glades and meadows, before they have a chance to become creeks. I may even love them best of allfor their secrecy. I almost forgot to say something about the source! Can anything be more wonderful than a spring? But the big streams have my heart too. And the places streams flow into rivers. The open mouths of rivers where they join the sea. The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places. But these coastal rivers! I love them the way some men love horses or glamorous women. I have a thing for this cold swift water. Just looking at it makes my blood run and my skin tingle. I could sit and watch these rivers for hours. Not one of them like any other. I’m 45 years old today. Would anyone believe it if I said I was once 35? My heart empty and sere at 35 !Five more years had to pass before it began to flow again. I’ll take all the time I please this afternoon before leaving my place alongside this river. It pleases me, loving rivers. Loving them all the way back to their source. Loving everything that increases me.

—Where water comes together with other water, Raymond Carver