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xoxomilesteller · 1 month ago

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soldier boy finds your tumblr page | MDNI

cw: slapping (thigh, ass, face, vaginal), spitting, degradation, use of pet names (angel), bondage, dom sb, sb invading privacy, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial, i think that’s it? Oh drug usage as well (bad grammar too idk if thats a warning but yw if thats a big no for you)

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you’ve always been a quiet girl. you like to say that you’re just quiet, not shy. (or maybe you’re in denial). you really don’t have much to say about things and it gives people the wrong impression. they think that you find them annoying or that you’re just awkward, but you’re not. you’re just peaceful and quiet in a world full of the opposite

so when ben met you, he was grateful. you don’t bother him at all, you were his angel. he couldn’t think of anyone better as a babysitter. you were easy on the eyes too. he loved your short skirts, your flimsy shirts that would be so easy to rip off, how soft your skin looked. he would speak out loud and you would hum, acknowledging him. there were times where he would want to talk

“angel,” you don’t know when the nickname happened but it never bothered you, “why don’t you talk to me, always have that cute nose in your phone” his voice radiates through your body. ben’s flirty, you knew that, but it also doesn’t bother you. you just don’t entertain it, in fact, you like it way too much

growing up, your family loved watching vought movies. your particular favorites were the ones that soldier boy starred in, physically, not the animated ones. not that you didn’t like them, his voice was extremely attractive, but something about watching him get all dirty and bloody just did something to you. of course ben doesn’t know this, you never mentioned it because last thing you need is for him to know about your crush on him

“i just don’t have much to say” your voice is soft and you keep your attention on your phone, “i find the stories you tell me very interesting” you add on and turn off your phone, facing it screen down “i just don’t think too much of it, i literally can’t cause I’ve never been in your position. i can’t add on to what you say” you shrug

ben hums. he actually feels very pleased that you enjoy his stories. you honestly like his voice more, but he fell for the trap. he started talking about how some of his assistants at vought back then would pay and beg him to sleep with them.

you have immense self control. you don’t react to words to the human eye. ben has eyes like a hawk, again, you know this. so when he starts going into detail about how exactly he quite literally put them through the mattress, you stayed still. no reaction. except your core was throbbing, aching.

it had been a while since you touched yourself. you knew better. ben’s damn superpowers, he’d be able to hear everything. you’d usually try to when ben was on a mission with butcher, but it’s been a while (a week) since he’s been on one. you like to think that he can’t smell your arousal, he’s never mentioned it and ben is everything but quiet in that department.

before becoming ben’s babysitter in the safe house, there wouldn’t be a day that you didn’t touch yourself. under all that quiet, you were a whore. you’ve slept with people before, but they never gave you what you needed. sure they got you your orgasm, at least every now and then, but you needed something.. meaner. you were also shy there. you didn’t exactly know how to tell them to slap you on the face, spit on you, tie you up.

God your tumblr page would be the death of you. you’ve created the perfect page. tons of gifs and clips of how exactly you wanted to be treated. matter a fact, whenever you did watch porn, you look for a ben look alike or a man in soldier boy cosplay.

it’s gotten bad. midway through ben’s story, you found an excuse to go outside, saying that ben’s plug was here. he was, but you were counting down the minutes until he arrived.

when he texted that he was here, you replied and set your phone down on your side of the couch. you had your settings so that your screen wouldn’t turn off at all, since it had gotten annoying when you were reading fics about ben.

you walked off to greet the man and gather ben’s drugs and alcohol.

ben however, reached over to your phone. butcher had requested that you teach ben how to use one, to your knowledge it went through one ear and out the other. ben actually listened and pretended to not care. he struggled to get out of messages, but he managed to find your notifications, many were from tumblr.

“who the fuck is tumblr?” he whispers to himself, a bit jealous and clicks on the notification.

he was taken aback. you yourself are a fanfic writer for ben, obviously. he skimmed over some texts, words like choking, spitting, and slapping sticking out to him. he couldn’t tell what was going on, who wrote what, why it was on your phone, but he saw his name multiple times and now his sweatpants were becoming tight.

before you were able to come back in, he went into the bathroom with your phone. he didn’t know what he clicked, but now all he’s seeing as he continues scrolling is women getting degraded in ways feminism doesn’t exist. ballgags, rope, leather, whips, everything. he softly groans at the sight, but he’s confused why its on yourphone. he continues scrolling until he stops in his tracks.

a clip of a man in soldier boy cosplay pounding into a tied up girl who is crying.

he stays hypnotized by the small clip. questions like “why is this on my angel’s phone?”, “is she watching this?”, “is she into this? Me?”

ben doesn’t know what to think but his left hand is wrapped around your phone case and his right hand is palming himself through his sweats. he could always smell you, he thought it was your natural daily scent, since that’s always what he smelled around him. he just thought you were always that.. wet.

he smirks to himself, his confidence skyrocketing to a level he didn’t think was possible. he opens the bathroom door and pauses, his eyes widening when he sees you searching for your phone in the crevices of the sofa. your skirt was riding up, revealing the damp spot on your lacy panties. he puts your phone into his pocket and resumes palming himself at the sight of you bent over. he clears his throat and bites back a groan when he sees your pussy clench.

you straighten up but keep your back to him, “have you seen my phone? swear i left it there” you point to where your phone was and scratch your head

ben takes a step closer, “i’ll help you find it,” his voice is much raspier, “but i actually have a question about” he slips both hands into the pockets of his sweats and pauses, searching on how to word it

you turn to face him and sit down, pinching your brows, trying to help him, “is it about something with your phone? can you not turn it on?”

ben chuckles darkly, “you underestimate me angel” he pokes his cheek with his tongue

he looks so hot.

you’re throbbing even more now.

and ben? ben figured you out. he can smell you getting more aroused and it is taking everything in him to not stuff his cock into your mouth. he wants to milk this, watch you squirm, watch that wall you put up to come down.

ben sits on the couch next to you, spreading his legs wide. his new york giants jersey covering the massive bulge in his sweats and the outline of your phone.

“you said you signed me up for an app”

you nod, “yeah, instagram. It’s a social media app but it’s just so that when you actually do decide to pay attention to my lessons, you can use it, why’re you asking?”

he wants to wrap his hand around your throat, wants to tell you to shake off that innocent look and tone you have.

instead, he says “what’s the point of instagram?”

you sit back on the couch, crossing your legs, ben’s eyes follow and you notice it. but at the same time, he loves his grandmas, rightfully so, so you don’t think too much of it. you can’t really blame him when you yourself like a grandpa.

“so you can keep up with the people you follow. You can also explore on there, the more things you like, more things similar to that will show up until you’ve curated the perfect page for your interests” you answer, not knowing you’ve practically snitched on yourself

“are all social media apps like that?” he asks, his smirk twitching on his face

“um yeah basically. so are you gonna help me look for my phone now?”

“nah, not yet” he scrunches up his nose and takes the bag of white pills on the coffee table and opens it. before you can get up he reaches out for your wrist. the feel of his rough hand and grip sends electricity throughout your entire body. “didn’t say you leave,” his voice is commanding, “sit back down”

you listen without a second thought and your obedience makes his cock twitch. he leans over to grab a tray and spills all the pills onto the tray. he grabs his knife from the table and places it in your hands. you look at him confused and he scoots closer to you.

“crush ‘em up f’me” he whispers into your ear

you maintain your cool. how? you don’t know, but you oblige

you wrap your right hand around the handle of his knife and use the butt of it to crush up the pills. ben just wanted to see your hand wrapped around something and moving it while testing your ability to do as you’re told. he’s satisfied, but you’re not crushing them up the way he wants.

so obviously he wraps his hand over yours and uses his hand to lead. he applies more pressure and moves the knife much quicker.

you’re barely hanging on by a thread.

and what does Ben do?

“there ya go” he coos

Your breath hitches and he finally has you where he wants you

“line ‘em up for me angel” he nudges his head

you nod and use the blade of the knife to line the powder up. your hands aren’t shaking, but your jaw is clenched. Hard

ben chuckles at it and tilts his head, watching you in admiration of your ability to obey. he looks down at the tray and sees that you’re almost done

“put it on the knife and bring it to my nose”

ben’s voice sends shivers down your spine and heat that your panties can hardly contain.

he’s enjoying this. your little reactions make his painful bulge worth it

you carefully scoop a line onto the spine of the knife. you slowly bring it to his face and he holds your arm steady. you look into his eyes, they’re dark. he looks like a predator calculating his prey’s’ next move.

he snorts the line and throws his head back onto the headrest of the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. he opens his eyes and looks at you.

“you should try some” he lifts his head up and takes the knife from your hands.

you stay quiet.

he nods and scoops some powder onto his thumb and smears it on your lower lip. you stay still and your heartbeat quickens. ben smirks when he hears it pick up. he scoops some more onto his thumb and brings it to your mouth again, your eyes following his thumb since it’s easier than meeting his predatory gaze.

“look at me” he commands and you listen. his once green eyes are black and your eyes? still have the innocence you’re playing coy with

“open” his thumb is in between your top and bottom lip. you open your mouth and he sticks his thumb into it. “don’t you dare look away angel” he threatens and you swirl your tongue around the pad of his thumb, collecting the fine powder.

he removes his thumb and quickly you sit back, trying to recollect yourself.

“i need my phone” you mutter and turn to look behind the couch. maybe you placed it on the headrest and it fell behind there.

ben’s eyes travel up and down your body while you’re on your knees, head against the wall trying to search for the phone that is in his pocket. he runs a hand over his bearded face.

“i’m sure you do” he says gruffly. you hear him shift and all of a sudden he’s right behind you, hands on either side of your head and pushing against the wall. he moves the couch back, so you can see better, but he stays there even after he’s done.

“being shy is one thing angel,” he leans his upper half in closer, lips grazing your ear, “but what you’re hiding in this damn phone is something else”

“w-what?” you don’t bother to turn your head to face him, afraid of what just might happen

he removes one hand from the wall and reaches down to his pocket. he grabs your phone and places his hand back on the wall, trapping you in with your phone in between the wall and his palm.

“see, just by the look at you, you’re a sweet girl. you’re quiet. shy. but back in my day, whores would not be afraid to ask me what they want,” his smirk grows when he hears your breathing pick up, “if it was just me and them, they would ask and beg. why is that now the world is so sex positive, that you’re so shy about it, hm?”

“i don’t know what-“

“shut the fuck up” the harshness of his voice makes you ache for him more, “i saw it. Saw it all. the ballgags, the crying, me. fuck even the spitting which is new for me. gotta lil’ crush on me baby? that hard for you to ask for what you want?” he removes his empty hand from the wall to turn your head to face him, “look at me” he demands “anyone else knows about this? How much of a slut you really are under all that innocence, hm?”

you take a deep breath “how are you supposed to tell someone to treat you like that?” you ask softly

ben throws your phone onto the couch and turns you around so you can face him, his gaze has softened. he puts a hand under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly, “just like that angel. that’s how you ask. get on your knees in front of the couch”

You do as you’re told. ben sits back down onto the couch, grabbing a joint and a lighter. you’re in between his legs, looking up and him as he exhales the smoke. he looks down at you and chuckles, “you know what to do” he nudges your body with his leg

you sit up and reach your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants. he lifts up his hips to help you pull them down.

you always knew Ben had a huge dick. but thinking and actually seeing are two different things.

his cock springs up and hit his stomach. ben being the slut he is, he wears no underwear. your eyes are wide looking at the veiny and thick organ. you have no clue how you’re gonna fit that into your mouth.

“what’s fuckin’ takin you so damn long?” he groans and looks down again and laughs “not used to an actual man angel?” he puts out the joint and sets it on the tray. he wraps one of his big hands around the base and the other slithers its way to the back of your head, bringing you closer. he slaps it on your cheek twice and runs the angry red tip over your lips, “you better open this fuckin mouth”

you open your mouth and take his tip, not going much further than 1/4 of his entire length. you suck and swirl your tongue over it, earning a groan from him.

“i know you can do better than that angel”

you look up at him and he places his thumbs where your cheekbones and jaw connect. he starts rubbing circles, massaging the muscles which makes you both moan and open your mouth further to take more of him.

“there we fuckin’ go” he moans and throws his head back “that mouth, Jesus fuckin’ Christ you are a whore”

his words make you hum and he starts thrusting his hips into your struggling mouth

“you like that, huh?” he scoffs “too bad I’m gettin bored of this”

he is so mean, it makes your thighs clench. you remove your mouth from it, strings of saliva connecting you to his veiny dick

“i didn’t tell you to stop”

“i know” your voice is hoarse and you place your hands around his cock, the tips of your fingers don’t even touch. you start stroking him up and down, twisting your wrist. he hums and rolls his eyes

“you better put that mouth back on-“ he gets cut off by his own groan

you placed both of his balls into your mouth, sucking on them while stroking him and watching his reaction. he throws his head back, veins bulging from his neck. you run your thumb over the red tip, his hips jolt up

“that’s it angel. fuck” he smiles

you moan at his words. he snakes his hand to the back of your neck, keeping your mouth sealed around his balls. he then slides his hand up, pulling your hair to pull you back, earning a moan from you.

“tap my thigh 3 times and i’ll stop”

you nod and open your mouth, relaxing it as much as you can. he shoves his long and thick cock into your mouth and pushes your head down as far as it can go, which isn’t too much

“guess I gotta teach you how to suck a real cock now too. work this pretty mouth open. Look at me bitch.” he hisses and your tear filled eyes flicker up to him “fuckkkkk you really look like a whore now. watching that sweet face gettin stretched out by my cock. shit. can’t wait to see, feel, that pretty pussy flutter open”

you pathetically start grinding yourself onto the heel of your foot, ben obviously notices this and he gently slaps your face “if you fuckin cum before me, we’re really boutta have an issue” he warns and immediately you stop but your thighs keep rubbing together

“fuck me” he grits out “if I knew you were such a desperate whore I woulda done this a long time ago” he laughs darkly “gonna paint that face with my cum” his hips start moving frantically in your mouth before he suddenly removes himself and starts stroking at an insane pace while keeping your head steady with his other hand

with a loud grunt, warm fluid shoots out of him, landing all over your face. the amount he shot out was more than an average man. there is so much. most of it landed on your face, some on his jersey, some in your hair. he scoops some of it up and smears it on your lips

“there ya go angel, see? got lip gloss on again” he winks

but what caught him by surprise was when you licked the cum that landed on his jersey, lapping him up. his dick practically got hard again at the sight of you covered in his cum and cleaning him up, tasting the warmth and saltiness of him

“atta girl, clean me up. take off your panties while you’re at it too” he stuffs himself back into his sweats, ignoring how tight they’re about to feel again

you giggle and do so. they were stuck onto you because of how wet you are. he holds out his hand where you placed your white lacy panties in his palm

“well fuck i was gonna clean you up with them,” he runs his thumb over the soaked and only piece of cotton there was on them “but looks like they can’t soak up anymore huh. fuck it” he shrugs and picks you up effortlessly so you straddle his thigh. to your surprise, he starts licking your face, to clean you up. your eyes widen

he slaps your face, a bit harder this time, “i’m not a fuckin pussy who’s afraid to taste himself” he wipes his hand clean on your tank top and you whine which makes him laugh “what? you worried bout your little shirt”

“well yeah kinda i spent money on” he rips the tank top off “this..” you don’t finish your sentence in shock and ben smirks. “what the actual hell? that was brandy it was expensive” he uses one of the pieces of your torn up tank top to wipe his beard clean

“what I’m about to do to you is gonna make that shirt feel worthless” he whispers into your ear

he stands up, taking you with him. he brings you into his room and throws you on his bed. ben looks down at his sweatpants and groans when he sees a patch of wetness on it. he looks in his nightstand and takes out some black rope. he grumbles and mutters something to himself and continues searching until he pulls out some pink rope and sets it beside your head

he hovers over you, spreading your thighs, the cold air hitting your dripping core. he places kisses over your jawline to your ear, where he nibbles on it, “choose a safe word you have 5 seconds before I choose one for you”

“banana” you say quickly

“banana it is” he mumbles, “don’t give me that sir shit either, only name I wanna hear come outta that slutty mouth is ben, ya hear me?” you nod “good girl”

he places his mouth on yours, he’s kissing you roughly and demandingly, sucking the breath out of you. the air feels hot and heavy. one of his hands go under your squirming body to your back to unclasp your bra expertly. he removes his mouth to admire your chest “Goddamn these tits” he licks his lips and his hands squeeze them, a soft moan leaving your mouth. he shakes your tits and groans. he reaches for the rope beside your head and starts unraveling it. he takes both of your wrists in one hand and starts tying them to the headboard. he fastens the knot and runs his hands down your body, to the waistband of your skirt. he slides them under and removes it as well, feeling the goosebumps rise on your legs, leaving you bare before him. he takes your legs into his hands, and folds you in half. he ties your ankles to the headboard as well while leaving you all spread and exposed. the position is humiliating, but his eyes are eating you up.

ben sits back on his knees, rubbing his hands up and down the backs of your thighs, looking directly at your dripping, needy core. “well thats a damn sight if i’ve seen one” he chuckles to himself and lightly slaps your hamstrings “all these grandmas i’ve been fuckin not knowing i had a naturally wet pussy waiting for me 24/7. shit. bet it’s tight ass fuck too isn’t it, hm? well most women feel like virgins to me because.. well you know”

“please” you softly say, his voice is taunting and making you pathetic

“need me to touch you angel? need me to make you feel good?”

you nod eagerly, you’re so pathetic.

ben stands up and you strain against the rope. he returns back with his crushed up pills and your phone. he pours some of the white powder down the valley of your breasts down to your belly button “tell me angel,” he sets the tray down on the nightstand and hovers over you, “who got you into all this?” he begins snorting the powder off of you

you gulp, “so actually” you giggle nervously and ben flickers his eyes up at you, “it was you”

he finishes snorting the line and moves his head up to your ear “how?”

you stay quiet

he slaps your pussy, making you throw your head back at the burning and stinging sensation. it only adds to your arousal “you’re gonna have to talk if you want to cum today”

“well you just look so” your breath hitches when he starts kissing down your throat, leaving red and purple bruises “so dominating a-and” you moan when he sinks his teeth down on the mound of your breast “i grew up having a crush on you. found things that would add onto my imagination and fant-asies” he latches his mouth around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud while rolling the other one in his thumb and index finger. you moan and arch your back, he slaps one of your tits, urging you to keep talking, “you put the idea in my mind. whenever i look at you there’s nothing more that i want then to be used by you”

he removes his mouth from your nipple, his lips swollen and covered in saliva “where the hell have you been my entire life?” he wastes no time in leaving bruising and wet kisses down the soft skin of your stomach. each kiss and touch, has you more and more under his spell. his face is in front of your sopping wet pussy. he bites down on your inner thigh, making you gasp. he sticks out his tongue and licks up each lip, ignoring where you’re throbbing and aching the most.

you lift your hips up as much as the rope allows you to at the warm sensation of his tongue, “please ben” you whimper his name

he did not hesitate at your words. usually he’d wait, but with what you just told him? how could he keep his angel waiting for more?

his warm, experienced tongue licks a stripe up the center, flicking your clit a few times. you moan loudly and your nails dig into your palms.

“sensitive like a virgin” he mutters against you, the vibrations of his voice adding to the building pleasure. he returns back to your weeping cunt, his eyes never leaving your face, watching you scrunch up in pleasure while his name rolls off your tongue. “you taste so fuckin good” he starts rolling his hip into his mattress, getting off to your pleasure, same way you did earlier. he’s lapping at your entrance, drinking you up. his grip is firm on the backside of your thighs, keeping you from grinding yourself onto his face.

and his damn beard. it’s tickling and scratching you perfectly. you just want to pull on his hair, the pleasure being too much.

he shakes his head, trying to delve in deeper, the moan that left your mouth was a sound you never made before and you feel his lips curve into a cocky smile

ben returns back to your clit, your body straining against the rope again, not caring about the burning sensation it’s giving you. his right hand slides down to your entrance, probing it with his middle finger

“ben” you cry out his name when he sticks his ring and middle finger into your hole. he groans at the tightness. he thrusts them into you before scissoring his fingers

“gotta work this little pussy open like that mouth” he latches his lips again to suck on your clit. his fingers hit that gummy spot that makes you see stars

the rooms fills with your moans and squelching sounds of your walls sucking his fingers in as you clench around them

“b-ben” you moan out his name, the ropes digging into your soft skin

“nuh not yet, i ain’t done here”

he adds a third finger while flicking his tongue at an unbelievable speed

“fuck” you practically scream out at the stretch and he chuckles

you cannot hold it back anymore. your walls clench his fingers so tight and your legs shake as he gives you one of your most intense orgasms. he works you through it, not stopping until it’s over. you pant, chest rising up and down rapidly and he laps up every drop of you. he slides his hands up your body, striking you on your face, making you moan

“what the fuck did i tell you, hm?”

“t-that you”re not done”

“that I’m not fuckin done”

“i’m sorry-“

he slaps your sensitive pussy, making you squeeze your eyes shut, “no fuck that” his voice is stern. he rips off the rope, ignoring the bruising marks on your wrists and ankles and flips you over onto your stomach. he pushes your hips up so your ass is arched and in perfect view

“keep those hands near your head, if I even see you try to move them i’m tying you up again and leaving you there”

each of his hands massage and grip onto the globes of your ass, spreading to see his perfect wet pussy. he presses his bulge onto it, making you grind your hips on it before his hand slaps your left cheek “don’t fuckin move” he threatens and grips onto your hip, keeping you steady. he leans over you, pressing his torso onto your back and he thrusts his clothed bulge into you, making you moan softly at the feeling of something that can end this aching inside of you. his right hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head to meet his hungry eyes “you feel that?” he doesnt give you a second to respond before slapping your ass cheek again, “answer me whore” his voice rasps

“i feel it” you reply, though it was more breath than voice

“all i wanted to do was bury myself deep inside of you, but you had to be a fuckin slut and cum without my permission” he lands another slap on your ass, tears prickle in your eyes at the pain that quickly fades into pleasure.

you lost count at how many times he spanked you. tears ran down your cheeks, mascara and makeup definitely ruined now, but you were sure that tomorrow you would not be able to sit down and there would be bruises of his handprint, not that you’d mind. you just knew that when this night was over, you will sit in front of the mirror, naked, admiring the mark he left on you. physically and mentally.

you felt the weight of him disappearing and you hear rustling beside you. ben flips you over, so you’re on your back again. you feel the mattress dip at his weight. he takes one leg and places it on his shoulder, the other one he leaves it resting on his hip. his eyes travel from your core up to your fucked out face.

God you looked so pretty he thought

not that he needed to, but he spit onto your pussy, watching the saliva travel down. the warmth of it dripping down on you makes you squirm. he rubs his cock on your soaked folds, watching it glisten in your arousal

“please, I need it” you whine out

“be patient” he demands and slaps it on your slit, watching your body jolt at every slap. he takes his tip and lines himself up at your entrance, but he moves it up so it rubs your clit instead

“b-en” you moan out the last half of his name when he finally places the tip inside of you, stretching you wide

his teeth are clenched, hard, fighting to not just slam into you. he wanted to make you feel him stretch you wide, little by little. he wanted to ruin other men to you. he knows his size is already massive, but he wanted more than to just physically loosen you up for any other ordinary man, he wanted to leave a mark in that pretty head of yours, reminding you there is no one else like him. so that’s exactly what he did.

he retracted his tip and thrusted into you, feeding you another inch. a yelp leaves your lips and you grip onto the bedsheets. he takes his hands and wraps them around your wrists, placing them onto his chest. he didn’t want to say it but he wanted to feel your hands on his skin. he repeats his motion, taking himself out just barely and giving you more of him. you claw at his chest but of course, no marks were left. your walls are squeezing him so damn tight. almost like they’re fighting his intrusion

“not even halfway in and you already can’t take it” he tsks and shakes his head “too fuckin bad i ain’t askin no more angel”

he continues his demeaning motions until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. he stills himself. he can usually control himself but the way you’re looking at him with that expression, the sounds you’re making, the way you’re gripping him so tight he feels like he might pass out.. it only spurs him on. his left hand stays secured on your hip and his right hand travels up to your throat, applying pressure at your pulse points

“let’s see another man stretch you out this fuckin good”

you moan at his words, because it’s the truth. you feel like you’re being split open, like you’re losing your virginity again. you can feel every vein, every ridge. you’ve never felt fuller

“Goddamn i knew this pussy would feel good to work open, got me feeling like i might suffocate. Fuck angel” he throws his head back and slowly moves his hips “gonna make this tight lil thing useless to another man, loosen you up real good” he chuckles and uses his left hand to slap your hip. his hips start moving a bit faster, louder, pornographic sounds leave your mouth and wet sounds from your core fill the room. you drag your hands up to the bottom of his head, tugging on the short hair there, earning moans from him

“fuck yeah keep doing that” he leans over closer and places more pressure around your throat “open” he commands

you open your mouth and he spits into it, watching you swallow it. you were going to be the death of him.

his hips move at a more brutal pace, now that your walls have somewhat welcomed him in more. all you can think was ben, ben, ben. that’s all that really left your mouth if he got lucky he was able to make out what you were saying

“turned you into a cock drunk whore didn’t i? can’t even say my fuckin name right you dumb slut”

you hate being called dumb. you rake your nails from his hair to his neck. you don’t know where you got the confidence from, but you slap ben across the face

both of you are caught by surprised. ben stills his hips, glaring at you. he is pissed. you are shocked you even did that. he slaps your tits, earning a moan from your lips

“do.” thrust “that.” thrust “again.” thrust

you moaned every time, his tip slamming into that sweet spot. you slap him again and he slaps your tits. he’s never been slapped, at least not during sex. he liked it. it didn’t hurt him, it was more teasing to him, adding onto his pleasure.

he starts rutting his hips into you, the sounds of his balls slapping onto you creating another pornographic noise “you’re gonna milk this old man dry angel” he chuckles and flickers his eyes down to your tits, watching them bounce with every harsh thrust. he feels your velvet walls clench down on him, “gonna cum f’me angel? yeah?” his voice is so taunting, it only makes you want him more and you nod “you better say my name and say it right whore” he spits and you try to say yes but the pleasure is just too much. it’s like your senses are heightened. every touch, every word, the feel of his breath fanning over your hot skin, watching his face trying to stay hardened but his brows scrunch up, his sounds.

“if I don’t hear my name roll off those pretty little lips this is the first and last time i ever make you feel this good” he warns

“ben” you moan his name

“atta girl” he moves his left hand to rub your clit in tight circle “who’s stretching you out so fuckin good, hm?”

“ben” you shout his name

“don’t you fuckin forget that shit either” he slaps your thigh “cum for me angel, go”

at his command, you gush around him, shouting his name and digging your nails so deep into his skin, it actually left a mark. for a few seconds.

ben is now moving for his pleasure, slamming his hips brutally into your overstimulated pussy

“pussy’s gonna need an ice pack when I’m done” he grits through his teeth, his hips are moving frantically, searching for his release “gonna put a baby in you, you feel so damn good” he whispers in your ear

“do it” you encourage him

“wasn’t fuckin asking dumb bitch”

“you slap him again and that’s when he buries himself as far as he can go, grunting as you feel him shoot his massive load into you. he even goes a step further and give you 3 hard thrusts when his orgasm washes over, ensuring some of it stays deep inside of you. he slips out, watching everything spill out of you

“never-fucking-mind. that’s a damn sight for sore eyes”

AN: MY FIRST SMUT PIECE GUYS idk lmk how i did any constructive criticism is good and i hope you guys have a wonderful day banner by: @cafekitsune

#soldier boy fic #smut #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #the boys tv #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #jensen x reader

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zevrra · 7 months ago

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JJK.2—

synopsis: just some very nsfw hc’s for the men of jjk >:3

tags: 18(+) only!, MDNI, nsfw, highly suggestive content, dirty talk, mention of kinks, fem!reader, nanami kento, choso kamo, geto suguru, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 !!

pussy eater!!!

definitely the type to only think about pleasuring you

will eat you out for houuuuurs

ride his face, he begs for it

is sooo into roleplay (loves to rp a professor and college student of AGE!!!)

worships you

will make you cum at least a few times before he ever does

but i totally imagine him being a service (soft) top until he goes into “overtime” and then he’s a dom

dom nanami loves pulling your hair

calls you a brat/toy when you beg him for it

will stuff his tie in your mouth to keep you quiet

surprisingly is into public or open spaces

loves the thrill of fucking you outside cause he knows you struggle to hold your voice back

breeding kink go brrr

is all about praising and making sure you know you’re doing a good job

“fuck you’re taking me so well.” “good girl.” “look at how pretty you look fucking yourself on my cock.”

he’s really thick, has an upwards curve, 7” long

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 !!

is a virgin until he meets you

doesn’t stop him from trying everything you suggest because he wants to please you

loves loves loves blowjobs

cums very easily though

a hot make out session mixed with some heavy grinding and/or groping and he could easily cum in his pants

is a bottom for the first few years you’re together before he becomes a switch!

easily begs you for everything

“please please please” AAAAAH

when he tops, he’s softer than most would assume

constantly checks up on you to make sure you’re ok as he fucks you senseless

“is this good?” he asks as he has you cumming for the 3rd time

takes a little pride in his accuracy to make you reach your climax especially since he’s not use to sex

once he discovers rope/bondage he reallyyyy enjoys it

loves biting! likes to see the marks he’s made on you the next day

has a thicker head, red, and is 6.5”

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 !!

dom dom dom dom

of course knows your limits and is very encouraging about using your safe-word when things get to be too much

is sooooo into controlling your vibrator when out in public cause he loves watching your reactions as you try your best not to make a face

expect to be spanked later if you cum before he tells you too

switches between praising you and degrading you

“you’re such a good girl” to ��pathetic, you can’t even take me all”

loves forcing you to deep throat him when he ties your hands up

edging KING! like edges you for hours by fingering you while you suck him off

will only fuck you after you’ve been really good and when he does oh god

he’s rough, fast, hitting your deepest spots after your body has become a sensitive mess after all the edging

AFTERCAAAAAARE!!!!! he only ever is rough solely so he can take care of you after all of it

bathes you, massages your entire body, makes you food, brings you plenty of water !!

he’s a little on a thin side, veiny, and 8”

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 !!

a switch idc!!

he’s all tough on the outside but some days he just wants to give you all the control

let’s you fuck him!!!

a horny mess omg wants to fuck all the time! only bc he just loves having sex with you

does it anywhere and everywhere

really likes to fuck in the car or on top of tables/desks/counters

has the biggest creampie kink

probably eats you out after he’s finished inside of you too

buys you expensive ass lingerie all the time

loves to use his blindfold on you

when he’s in the mood to top, he’s all talk. constant yapping in your ear

“you’re so cute” “fuck i can feel you cumming” “you’re soaking wet are you gonna squirt?”

his fav position is either cowgirl or doggy

when he’s in the mood to bottom, he’s so needy and whiny!!!

“please let me cum” “more i need you more” “fuck me please god, please”

loves to be overstimulated when he lets you take control

like geto, he’s thinner until the base where he thickens up, veiny, 8”

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 !!

bareback only!!

also has a breeding kink and his fav position is def mating press

but also really enjoys reverse cowgirl when he just gets to sit back and watch you fuck yourself on his cock

degrades you in the most positive way

“you’re a good little slut aren’t you?” “my whore” “you’re only good for taking my cock huh”

will spit in your mouth

has no shame, can and will ask you to blow him at any moment or finger you any time he wants

loves fucking you before he knows you’ve got to leave the house

likes the thought of you being all sticky and struggling to walk with his cum inside of you

is not super noisy but will grunt/groan when he’s feeling good

only time he ever really moans is when he’s cumming

has too much stamina and will make you cum several times before he ever cums once

likes to at least cum twice, once in your mouth and the second inside of you, but if you’re able to take him some more, he can def go way more than twice

will only eat you out if your thighs are crushing his head

is 100% an ass man

has it all!! thick & girthy, overall he’s just huge, red/flushed tip, and is at least 9”

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somewhereincairparavel · 5 months ago

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my favourite character exchange of all time between the hoo gang will always be this particular line from jason to nico in house of hades.

“Nico, you do choose how to live your life. You want to trust somebody? Maybe take a risk that I'm really your friend and I'll accept you. It's better than hiding”

jason doesn't say something like 'i'll make sure to prove myself to you' or 'i'll do everything I can to make sure I earn your trust' because they are empty words. especially considering that this was before jason knew about nico's past, he can't exactly do anything to make nico trust him, apart from offering support, because in the end, it was nico's choice whether to trust him or not.

yeah, some people might think jason was being 'cold' and 'shallow' for saying this, but jason genuinely MEANT well. he told nico that he's WILLING to be his friend even before he knew nico's past. this was before jason knew an OUNCE of nico's backstory. he gave some slightly harsh but brotherly advice to him.

jason didn't deliver any false promise to nico that everyone will love him no matter what and that everyone will always be kind to him in camp half blood (this strangely parallels w percy deliberately choosing to NOT promise nico that he'll keep bianca safe because percy knew that death is a possibility and didn't want to make any fake promises just because nico is a kid, percy tried his hardest to be honest with nico, that certainly caused problems of course, but we can see the pattern between how percy and jason both hated fake promises.)

also, in boo, will says “Oh, please. Nobody at Camp Half-Blood ever pushed you away. You have friends or at least, people who would like to be your friend. You pushed yourself away. If you'd get your head out of that brooding cloud of yours for once”

i know I've seen alot of people use this excerpt as consensus of saying that will is super 'tone deaf' and 'insensitive'. but can you guys see the pattern here? will came off a lot more agressive bc of his romantic feelings, but we can see how will, jason and percy were sort of 'reality checks' that nico NEEDED. he had an inferiority and victim complex (which is very justifiable and valid considering how much trauma he faced, on the contrary i thought nico was being considerably calm with everything he's been through and deserved to yell way more. I quite related to nico a lot when it comes to the personality sometimes so jason's words definitely struck a nerve for me) but nico was always drawn to honesty.

nico had some of his earlier memories washed away by the river lethe to 'protect' him from more trauma, and nico was so attached to bianca that the thought of her leaving for the hunters of artemis felt like a personal betrayal. he was made to beleive that he and his sister were safe in camp half blood, and combining that w the whole lethe thing and hades generally trying to protect the di angelo family from the gods, you can see how much nico needed honesty and not coddling. because coddling and sheltering ruined his life and took away his light.

jason saying that nico needed to take risks as it comes with the package of love and friendship, and overall giving him authenticity, telling him that heartbreak and family can coexist, causes nico to be drawn to him and genuinely have him an eye opener.

jason knew what it was like to be held with fake promises his whole life, and even mentions it as a reason as to why he made sure he kept the promises he made. because he would never turn out to be like his two faces mother beryl.

I'll always believe that jason played a huge part in nico's overall character, and his death even more so.

#I'm back at it again w my weekly dose of analysis #jason is so insightful to me. people find his honesty cold and conceding but it's my favourite part of him.#pjo #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo toa #pjo hoo toa #jason grace #rrverse #hoo #hoo fandom #pjo hoo #nico di angelo #house of hades

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chogiwow · 27 days ago

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every shade of you. | lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff ; best friends to lovers

wc: 5.2k+

warnings: an emotional confession, idiots in love, they’re both sorta insecure but admire each other for their insecurities?, makeout, i say ‘red’ a lot. like, a lot.

a/n: crimson seung i hate you sm. hate the way i popped this out the second i saw this menace.

part one.

you weren’t supposed to react.

it was just a hangout. just your regular crew grabbing food and catching up after a long week – nothing dramatic, nothing new. at least, that’s what you’d told yourself before walking into the rooftop restaurant, late evening sunlight turning the sky soft and gold.

and then you saw him.

heeseung.

with red hair.

bright, bold, fiery crimson. like he’d walked straight out of a dream, or worse, a very specific fantasy you’d buried under years of friendship.

he stood there laughing at something jay said, head tilted back, that lazy smile on his face like he hadn’t just struck a match and set your entire world quietly on fire. he was still in his usual jeans and hoodie, but the hair – the hair was loud. it was him, turned up to eleven. you felt the breath knock right out of your lungs.

it wasn’t just the hair, really. it was what it represented.

heeseung was reckless in a way that made the world bend for him. he didn’t think twice, didn’t hesitate. he dyed his hair a startling shade of crimson and owned it like he’d been born that way. you, on the other hand, tiptoed through everything – careful, quiet, composed. you overthought texts. you played it safe. you didn’t change your shampoo without at least three google searches.

and maybe that was why you fell for him in the first place.

because he was everything you weren’t. and standing there under golden light with a dangerous glint in his eye and hair that screamed look at me, he looked like the kind of boy that broke hearts without meaning to. you were already a casualty.

“hey!” sunoo called out, waving you over to the table. you pasted on a smile, trying to act normal, but your feet were leaden. like your body already knew it was over for you.

heeseung turned then, eyes locking on yours, and his grin widened. “about time,” he called. “you’re always late when i’m looking this good.”

oh my god. please stop talking.

you managed to sit down without combusting, barely registering the menu or the idle chatter of your friends. he was sitting diagonally across from you, and of course he had to keep brushing his fingers through his freshly dyed hair. of course he had to lean back in his chair, all casual confidence, like his very existence wasn’t giving you a slow-moving heart attack.

you hated him. just a little. or maybe you hated yourself more.

because heeseung had always been like this – effortless, spontaneous, the kind of person who jumped first and figured it out later. you’d spent years watching him tumble through life with a grin, landing every fall like it was choreographed.

meanwhile, you planned everything down to the minute and still managed to stumble.

so yeah, maybe your heart hurt a little. maybe you’d convinced yourself that the ache you felt whenever you looked at him was nothing more than a crush – that it would fade eventually. but tonight shattered that illusion like glass. heeseung with red hair was a full-blown emotional crisis.

and he kept looking at you.

little glances between conversations, subtle shifts in his expression whenever you caught his gaze. like he knew. like he’d figured it out and was silently waiting for you to come undone.

you tried to keep it cool. laughed when appropriate, even made a few jokes, but your voice kept catching. your hands trembled under the table. you could barely eat.

and when the night started winding down, and one by one your friends began heading out, you nearly breathed a sigh of relief – until heeseung turned to you with that maddeningly soft look.

“you’re not going home, are you?”

you blinked. “i mean… i was going to.”

he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “i’m heading to the studio to work on something. you should come with me.”

your brain short-circuited. “heeseung, i have class in the morning—”

“yeah, but you never say no.” he grinned, gently nudging your shoulder. “c’mon. just for a little while.”

and that was the problem. you never said no to him.

you should’ve. but as always, you followed him anyway.

part two.

heeseung wasn’t expecting your reaction.

not really. not like that.

he’d dyed his hair on a whim – something about a sleepless night, a track that wouldn’t come together, and a trip to the convenience store that ended with a box of crimson dye in his hand. he didn’t even think about it that much. it was dumb, impulsive, probably a mistake. but it felt good. it felt like shedding something.

what he didn’t expect was you looking at him like you didn’t recognize him. like he’d walked in wearing someone else’s skin.

and then, just as quickly, you looked away. like you couldn’t stand to look at him at all.

it messed with him. the whole evening, your eyes kept darting anywhere but his face. you smiled when you needed to, nodded along with the conversations, even laughed at jay’s dumb joke – but your voice was a little too soft. your gaze flickered every time he so much as moved.

heeseung had known you for years. he was used to the way you carried the weight of your own expectations. the way you overthought everything, held yourself in place, as if moving too fast might make everything around you fall apart. and yeah, maybe he teased you about it sometimes. maybe he liked watching you stumble through your carefully laid plans whenever he threw a wrench in them.

but this was different.

this wasn’t just your usual flustered self. it felt like distance. like you were trying to stay far away from him. and it didn’t make sense.

you were his best friend. his constant. the one person he wanted to see his messes and still choose to stay. the one he wanted to impress.

he didn’t know when that shift happened.

maybe it was always there, tucked into the nights you'd fall asleep on his couch with your fingers curled against your chest and your face turned toward the window. or maybe it was in the way you listened to his demos like they were more than noise, like they meant something. he just knew that at some point, it started hurting – how careful you were. how carefully you looked away from him.

because to heeseung, you were the calm. the clarity. you made things make sense. you were thoughtful and considerate and honest in a way that made him feel grounded. and maybe that was what drew him in first. he could be chaos, he could be red dye at 3am, but you were the reason he bothered cleaning up after.

and it terrified him.

because if someone like you couldn’t love someone like him, what did that say about the parts of himself that he tried to quieten down?

so he kept glancing at you across the table. he brushed his fingers through his hair like an idiot, hoping you’d smile or say something, anything. he cracked dumb lines. made excuses to lean a little closer. but you didn’t fumble. not really.

sure, you flushed a little when he called you out. sure, your fingers trembled slightly when he reached for your glass instead of his. but you never gave him proof. and heeseung didn’t do feelings unless he had proof.

you’d never given him a reason to believe you wanted anything more.

still. he couldn’t let you go home like that.

so when everyone else started leaving, he turned to you and asked. a simple thing. a small chance.

“i’m heading to the studio to work on something. you should come with me.”

you hesitated.

he smiled, soft and a little hopeful. “c’mon. just for a little while.”

and when you nodded, tucking your hands into your sleeves and quietly saying okay, something uncoiled in his chest. it wasn't a victory, exactly. just relief.

you were still with him.

and that had to mean something.

part three.

the studio had grown quieter as the hours slipped by, the only sound left being the faint hum of heeseung's track looping in the background. you sat curled up on the couch, your legs tucked under you, eyes half-lidded, exhaustion drawing shadows under your lashes. but sleep wouldn’t come. not when he looked like that.

not when heeseung sat under neon-purple lights with his red hair – bright, fiery, unapologetic – framing his forehead, headphones slung around his neck, jaw clenched in focus as he adjusted a beat with one hand and scrolled through samples with the other.

it was so stupid. so unfair how easily he got to you. just a shade change and your heart had flipped, your stomach in knots the whole night. you hadn’t even been able to look at him properly. not since the second you walked into the bar with your friends earlier that night and saw him leaning against the counter with that goddamn hair.

you’d frozen.

and he’d smirked like he knew. like he’d dyed it just to mess with you.

but how could he possibly know? you’d never said anything. never even let your glances linger too long. even now, curled into the studio couch at nearly 3am, you kept your eyes on your phone, the blanket, the floor – anywhere but him.

heeseung finally leaned back in his chair with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head. you heard a small crack in his shoulder and bit back the instinct to scold him for always forgetting to stretch.

“still awake?” he asked, voice low, soft. dangerous.

you nodded silently.

he turned in his chair to face you fully. you could feel his eyes on you.

“you’ve been quiet.”

“i’m tired,” you lied.

“mm,” he hummed. “or maybe you’re just trying really hard not to look at me.”

your breath caught.

heeseung stood up, slow and deliberate, and padded over to you. you felt the couch dip beside you as he sat, far too close.

“i know i look good,” he said with a grin. “but damn, you’re avoiding me like i’ve got a target on my back.”

“you always look good,” you said before you could stop yourself.

he blinked. shit.

“i mean – you know what i mean.”

“do i?”

you finally glanced at him – and immediately regretted it. his hair fell slightly into his eyes, lips curved in a lazy, teasing smile. it was like he could see straight through you.

you exhaled sharply and turned your gaze away. the silence that followed wasn’t just awkward – it was heavy. heavy with everything unsaid.

that was the thing about heeseung. he always made it look easy. the teasing, the banter, the casual nicknames and soft touches. it wasn’t just the hair or the voice or the smile that got to you – it was how he never hesitated. how he could say something that made your heart trip over itself and laugh like it was nothing. like you weren’t left clutching the echo of his words for days after.

he never realized how much space he took up in your head. how even when you weren’t together, he was there – in your playlists, in your late-night thoughts, in the way your fingers hovered over your phone every time something reminded you of him. he’d sit beside you, throw an arm over the couch, and your body would go tense while he stayed relaxed, completely unaware of the chaos he stirred inside you.

and tonight? with that hair and that voice and those eyes on you like you were the only thing in the room—

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said softly.

heeseung’s smile faded just a bit. “do what?”

“i’ve been in love with you for almost three years,” you whispered, as if saying it any louder would shatter what little restraint you had left. “and it hurts.”

heeseung’s expression went slack – stunned, like you’d pulled the floor from under him.

your fingers tightened around the blanket, knuckles pale. you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“i didn’t mean to,” you laughed, bitter and breathless. “god, i really didn’t. but you…you’re just you. always so effortless. so free. and i’ve spent all this time convincing myself it didn’t mean anything when you called me baby, or when you looked at me like that. like i mattered.”

the silence swallowed you both whole.

“i thought i could handle it. being just your friend. being the person you called when the world got too loud, the one who stayed up with you at 3am studio sessions like this. but tonight, i just… i couldn’t pretend anymore.”

you looked at him finally, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. his mouth was parted, like he wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start.

and that terrified you more than anything.

you stood up fast, your head spinning.

“wait—” he reached for you, just slightly.

but you shook your head, already backing away.

“i—i have class in the morning,” you blurted, grasping for any excuse, any way to escape before your heart fully cracked open. “i should go.”

“(y/n)…”

“please don’t,” you whispered. “not right now.”

and just like that, you were gone – leaving the studio, the heat, the tension, and a very stunned heeseung sitting in the aftershock of everything you’d said. the air still smelled faintly like your perfume, and the blanket you dropped was still warm on the couch.

but you were gone.

and for the first time, heeseung realized just how much you’d been holding in.

part four.

you didn’t expect the knock on your door.

not when you were still curled on your couch in last night’s hoodie, the one that still faintly smelled like his studio, and something so distinctly heeseung.

not when your thoughts were still stuck in that moment, spinning like a scratched vinyl: the studio lights low, your heart louder than the bass track, his hand nearly brushing yours, and your own voice – shaky, cracked – confessing something you’d kept quiet for almost three years.

not when you were still reeling from the look on his face.

you hadn’t even given him time to respond. you just panicked and left, the word “sorry” falling from your lips like glass shattering on the pavement.

you should’ve known better than to think he’d let that be the end.

so when you opened the door and saw him standing there, you almost forgot how to breathe.

he was in a black hoodie, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a gray beanie tugged low enough to hide the crimson. he looked... smaller than usual. not physically no, he still took up space the way heeseung always did, effortlessly magnetic. but there was something quieter about him now. less teasing. no smirk in sight. his gaze softened the second it met yours.

“you left,” he said, voice low.

you couldn’t meet his eyes. “i know.”

there was a beat of silence. one that stretched too long, pressing down on your chest like gravity.

“i wanted to talk to you,” he said. “but you didn’t let me.”

you gripped the doorframe. “because i wasn’t ready to hear it. whatever it was.”

“why?”

you blinked, startled by the question.

“why weren’t you ready?”

you searched his face, unsure whether to lie or crumble.

“i was scared,” you said quietly. “i thought... if i heard the wrong thing, it would break me.”

his expression flickered with pain, then something like understanding. he stepped forward, careful, like you were a fragile thing he didn’t want to scare away.

“i get it,” he said. “but i still wish you’d stayed. because what i wanted to say that it wasn’t the wrong thing.”

you looked at him, really looked. at the way his lips trembled slightly, like he wasn’t sure if this was his place. at how his shoulders weren’t set in their usual confident posture. at how his hands were balled into fists inside his pockets, like he was holding something back.

“i’ve been thinking about it all night,” he admitted. “what you said. how you’ve felt all this time. and i—god, i feel like the biggest idiot.”

your heart lurched.

“i spent so long trying to get you to react,” he went on. “every little tease, every stupid joke – i just wanted to see if you’d give something away. but you never did. and i thought... maybe you didn’t feel the same. maybe i was just your impulsive best friend who dyed his hair red to distract himself.”

you swallowed hard.

“is that why you did it?” you asked. “the red?”

he glanced down, then reached up and tugged at the edge of the beanie. “not at first. at first, it was just... something i wanted to try. but after i saw myself in the mirror, i thought, ‘would you look at me differently?’”

“i did,” you whispered. “i couldn’t stop looking.”

heeseung exhaled, like those words were oxygen. he took another step closer, now just inches away. you could see the edge of crimson strands peeking from beneath the beanie, a bright streak against the grayscale of his hoodie.

and somehow, your hand moved on its own.

you reached up, tentative, fingers brushing the edge of the knit fabric. you looked at him then, eyes searching for permission.

he nodded.

so you pulled the beanie off slowly, gently, like unwrapping something sacred. the red strands tousled messily around his forehead, and your heart felt like it would break open at the sight of him.

the red.

it’s brighter than it was last night. the strands fall over his forehead in soft waves, catching the faint light like fire. it’s bold. reckless. so unapologetically him that your chest twists.

he catches your stare and tilts his head. “you hate it?”

you shake your head too fast. “no, i… it’s not that.”

“it’s the reason you wouldn’t look at me.”

you open your mouth. close it again.

because he’s right.

the hair was a shock, yes – but not in the way he thinks.

you’d always admired how free he was. how he made impulsive decisions and lived with them. how he laughed in the face of consequences while you sat paralyzed by what-ifs.

heeseung didn’t dye his hair red because he wanted attention. he did it because he felt like it. and somehow, that terrified you more than anything.

because you’d never been free like that. not with your heart. not with your feelings.

until last night.

“i didn’t know how to look at you,” you whisper. “because i already felt like i was looking at someone who could never be mine. and then you went and looked even more like someone who could never belong to me.”

his expression softens. “is that what you think?”

you shrug, blinking fast. “you’re always… you. effortlessly. people fall for you. they always do.”

his hand slides from your wrist to your fingers. “but i only wanted one person to fall for me.”

the world tips a little.

you look up. “heeseung—”

“three years,” he echoes, voice lower now. rougher. “that’s how long you’ve been in love with me?”

your throat tightens. “don’t—”

“that’s how long i’ve been in love with you.”

everything goes still.

the silence stretches, and all you can hear is your heartbeat, loud in your ears, pulsing behind your eyes.

“i thought i was imagining it,” he says. “all the times you looked away. the way you only smiled at me when you thought i wasn’t looking. i thought maybe… maybe you just didn’t feel the same. that i’d ruin what we had if i ever pushed too hard.”

you’re shaking now. not from fear, but from the sudden flood of everything you’ve ever wanted – standing right in front of you, finally within reach.

because he looked like everything you’d ever wanted.

and for once, he looked back at you like he knew.

your hand dropped, brushing against his hoodie. he caught it, lacing his fingers with yours like it was muscle memory, like he’d done it a thousand times before in some dream you hadn’t been brave enough to live in.

“i love you,” he said.

you blinked.

“i didn’t get to say it last night,” he continued, voice rough, “but i meant to. i’ve meant to for a while. but i kept thinking – what if you didn’t feel the same? what if i misread every moment we ever had? what if i ruined us?”

and just like that, it started to settle in your chest – the weight of knowing. the warmth of it. the terrifying tenderness of hearing the very thing you'd once convinced yourself would never happen. you had spent years nursing that ache, keeping it quiet, feeding it in the dark when no one was looking. you had trained yourself to find contentment in being close enough to touch him but never to hold.

but this this was different.

because now it was real. now it was said. out in the open. no pretending. no maybes.

you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something that could never be undone.

"it’s always so easy for you," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "you just say what you mean, do what you want, and it all works out. you dye your hair red and look like a goddamn movie scene, and the world falls at your feet. and i’m just... i'm just next to you, too afraid to even say how i feel. for three years."

you blinked fast, but the tears still welled.

"it’s not fair. you make it look so easy, but it’s not. not for me. it’s never been. and i wish i could hate you for it, but all i’ve ever done is love you."

the words slipped out like a dam finally breaking.

"i love you, heeseung. i have for so long i don’t even remember when it started. maybe it was that time you stayed up with me all night when i was sick. or when you made that stupid playlist with my name as the title. or maybe it was every time you smiled like you knew something i didn’t."

you laughed bitterly. "and i hate that it took your red hair for me to finally lose control."

silence. not cold. just charged.

and then he moved.

his hands cupped your face, firm but reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real. he leaned in slow, eyes on yours the whole time, and when his lips finally touched yours, it wasn’t soft.

it was desperate.

years of longing packed into a kiss that curled your toes and broke your composure. you clutched his hoodie like it was the only thing tethering you to earth. he groaned into your mouth, like he’d been waiting forever, and his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left.

you gasped slightly, and he deepened the kiss, mouth moving against yours with so much intent it made your knees go weak. you felt him everywhere – his breath, his warmth, the sharp edge of his desire kept barely in check. it was heady. overwhelming. and perfect.

by the time you broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

"you think i make it easy," he whispered, "but it’s only ever been easy because it was you. you’re the only thing that’s ever made sense."

and maybe that was the real truth. that he wasn’t fearless. he just never wanted to be afraid when it came to you.

the world softened.

your knees wobbled, heart hammering against your ribs as his lips pressed to yours with aching tenderness again. there was no rush. no urgency. just the warmth of him against you, the weight of three years of unsaid words being poured into a single breath. his hand slid up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, anchoring you to the moment as the kiss deepened.

and you realized then – this wasn’t the beginning of something. it was the continuation of everything that had always been there. every lingering glance. every almost-touch. every time he’d pulled you into his orbit and waited for you to stay.

you stayed.

your fingers twitched at your sides, craving contact, something more to ground you. and then they moved, without permission, threading through his hair, tugging gently at the red strands that had been driving you absolutely insane all day.

heeseung stilled. his breath hitched against your lips.

then he groaned, low and wrecked, and kissed you harder.

it was like something snapped.

his hands found your hips again, gripping tighter this time, as he walked you backward until your spine met the wall. your gasp melted into his mouth, and your fingers curled deeper into his hair, feeling the softness, the warmth, the slight dampness from how worked up you both were. the red slipped between your fingers like flame, like silk set on fire, and it felt so good – tangible proof that this was real, that he was real.

“you have no idea what that does to me,” he whispered, voice ragged, teeth grazing your lower lip before he kissed it again, slow, then deep.

your head was spinning. the way he kissed you made it impossible to think. it was hot and messy and deliberate. his tongue brushed yours and you whimpered into his mouth, tilting your chin to give him more. and he took it – every inch you offered, every shaky breath – like he’d been starving for this for years.

and boy had he been starving.

he kissed you like he was trying to memorize it. like he’d finally found something he couldn’t live without. like your lips were the only place he’d ever meant to be. his hand slid up your side, slow and sure, until he cradled your face again – thumb stroking your cheek, fingers slipping behind your ear – and then you were pulling at his hair again and he swore, actually swore under his breath, the sound dragging a helpless moan from your throat.

“heeseung—” you breathed, eyes fluttering open just enough to see him watching you.

his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, lips kiss-bruised and parted. but it was the look in them that undid you – the reverence. the hunger. the slight disbelief, like he couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

and neither could you.

his forehead pressed to yours again, both of you panting softly, your fingers still tangled in his crimson strands. “i dyed it for you,” he murmured, lips ghosting over yours. “thought you’d hate it. but i wanted to be brave… like you.”

you huffed a breathless laugh, still dazed. “i’m not the brave one,” you whispered. “i just finally broke.”

he kissed you again – slow and sweet this time, like he was trying to kiss that sadness away. and then he nipped your bottom lip and smirked against your mouth.

“guess we’re both a little broken then,” he murmured, tugging you flush against him again. “but i’ve never wanted anything more than this.”

you didn’t answer. you just kissed him again.

and this time, it was everything.

his lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, before he rested his head against your shoulder for a moment, just breathing you in. his hands never left your waist, fingers pressed firm into your sides like he couldn’t bear to let you go now.

and neither could you.

outtake.

you ended up on the couch somehow, tangled together like gravity had finally done its job. your head on his chest, his fingers tracing gentle lines against your spine. the room was quiet except for your breathing and the quiet hum of something unspoken finally falling into place.

and as you sat there, cradled in the arms of the boy with the red hair and the softest eyes, you thought about all the versions of him you’d loved.

the reckless heeseung who laughed too loud in late-night diners. the tender heeseung who lent you his hoodie when you were cold. the brilliant heeseung who lost himself in melodies and forgot to eat. the flirty heeseung who never knew just how serious your feelings were. the red-haired heeseung who dyed his hair hoping you’d look his way.

you had loved them all.

but this version?

the one who held you like you were something precious? the one who whispered your name like it meant something? the one who tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple like it was instinct?

this was the one who loved you back. and for the first time in years, you weren’t afraid to let him see it.

the room felt different now.

not just warmer from the heated kisses or the way your back still tingled from where it had pressed into the wall. but different. like the world had tilted on its axis and you were trying to find your balance again, anchored only by the boy still holding you like he didn’t know how to stop.

heeseung’s breath was warm against your shoulder, his fingers splayed across your waist, unmoving – like letting go might unravel everything that just happened. and maybe it would.

you stayed like that for a beat longer, the silence stretching, thick with what had just passed between you. the taste of him still lingered on your lips, your body still humming with the memory of his hands, his voice, the desperate press of his mouth on yours.

slowly, his head lifted.

his eyes met yours, gentle and unreadable. there was a quiet awe in them, like he was seeing you all over again – closer now, clearer. and for once, he didn’t hide behind a smirk or a teasing line. he just looked at you. raw. bare.

"are you okay?" he asked, voice low, still rough around the edges.

you nodded, too quickly.

then you paused, exhaled, and nodded again, slower this time. more honest. "yeah. just... trying to catch up."

he smiled softly. "same."

your thumb brushed against his jaw on instinct, and his eyes fluttered briefly at the touch. you hadn’t even realized your hand was still buried in his hair until your fingers twitched, curling tighter through the crimson strands again.

his lips parted at that, and something fluttered in his gaze.

you leaned back slightly, studying him. the beanie you had tossed aside during the course of everything that had happened, lay on the floor near the couch, long forgotten. and without it, his hair looked even messier, flushed from your hands, from the way you’d tugged, clutched, tried to ground yourself in him.

"i’m never going to recover from that hair," you whispered before you could stop yourself.

heeseung chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

"yeah," you said, your voice almost reverent. "it’s stupid how good it looks on you."

he leaned in again, lips brushing your temple. "then you better get used to it."

you laughed – soft, breathy – and tucked your head against his shoulder, letting yourself rest there. you didn’t say it, but you both felt it: the shift. the gentle undoing of years of silence. the relief of finally stepping into something that had always been waiting.

and in the quiet that followed, your heart settled.

because this wasn’t a dream. it wasn’t just a moment. it was heeseung. and somehow, impossibly, he was yours.

#enhypen imagines #lee heeseung imagines #heeseung imagines #heeseung enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen x you #lee heeseung x you #my writings

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revelboo · 4 months ago

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I love Everything Is Alright sm and GOD i feel so bad for Megatron in such a specific way. Imagine you're in charge of a group of astronauts and they keep running off to go fuck the alien fauna, like bestie I'd be losing my shit too.

That’s pretty much what’s going on. 🤣 Poor guy is having a breakdown over all of his followers being deviants. I feel almost bad about how much fun I’m having in traumatizing Megatron- I swear I really do like him. I just also love making it worse. 18+ content

Everything Is Alright Pt 92

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Choosing to ignore the furious Seeker, Megatron turns his attention to Soundwave and curls a lip. “For Primus’s sake, cover yourself,” he growls. Hand lifting to run over his face, he gestures at Starscream. Hears the Seeker actually hiss at him, wings flared and he ignores that, too. “That isn’t a pet.” Or maybe you are. A pet they frag. It’s not like this mess can get any worse. “Are both of you bonded to it?”

• It?! Spike still buried inside you, he’s aware of your little hands clinging to him. Of your fear and the way the bond amplifies it. “Keep away from my sparkmate,” he snarls. Stiffening as Megatron turns his stare on him, those cruel optics narrowing in calculation. Trying to figure out how to use you against him. To hurt him. Spark aching when you hide your face against his neck. Painfully aware of how fragile you are and that his frame is all that’s shielding you from Megatron’s anger. So it’s a surprise when Soundwave stands and moves between him and Megatron.

• “My sparkmate,” Soundwave says, hating the lie even as he makes the claim. Knows it’s necessary, though. Because if you only belong to Starscream, you’re as expendable as he is. Aware of Megatron’s dislike for the Seeker and that it isn’t wholly unwarranted. Starscream’s deliberately invoked his wrath so many times with so many plots and schemes. So Soundwave lies to keep you safe. And because he wants that, wants to keep you, hold you in his arms. If keeping the self destructive SIC on a leash is the cost, he’s willing to pay it for you.

• Why does it have to be like this? Holding onto Starscream as Soundwave lies to their leader, you just wish suddenly there was somewhere you could run away to with them both. Just the three of you. But you know how incredibly selfish the thought is as soon as you have it. To ask them to leave everything they know just for you? Star’s spark is still connected to you, tendrils of energy snaring you like he’s trying to hold onto you despite the threat looming over him. The feel of him wrapped around you helping calm the terror, because in his arms you want to believe it’ll be okay as foolish as it is. That feeling of safety singing through you despite the danger.

• “Of course, it is,” Megatron mutters. Two of his commanding officers both sparkbonded to an organic alien. The same alien. Why not? It’s not an epidemic of xenophilia, it’s an epidemic of insanity. “I understand having impulses, but this?” Sees Soundwave stiffen slightly as he gestures at Starscream and the human. His communications officer at least having the decency to look slightly embarrassed about it, the Seeker still glaring and defiant. “You understand that just because you’re fragging it, doesn’t mean it changes anything. You’ll bring me the… pet before reporting to your duties.” And he can try to figure out what you’ve done to both of them. Some sort of pheromones? The interfacing can’t just be that good. So, it must be something you’re doing- some strange human mind control making his Decepticons all crazy. And Shockwave can figure it out since Hook is also compromised now.

• “You think I’m going to hand over my mate?” Starscream snarls, ignoring the warning look Soundwave shoots him. So furious he’s shaking as Megatron stares him down. Not again. Please. He can’t just give you to that sadist. Before Megatron had only thought you were a pet, but now that he knows you matter? Knows what you are to him? Tries to lift up, intending to fight and you cling to him. Hook a leg over his hip. Hears your frightened, little ‘don’t, please’ and his spark hurts with it. Because he’s still connected to you, can feel that fear isn’t for yourself it’s for him. And it tears through him, the unfairness of all of it. That he can’t just have this one thing, the only thing that really matters. “You’re not invincible,” he growls at Megatron, not caring if the warlord hears the threat there. Because to protect his mate? He’ll burn the world down around him.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #idw starscream #megatron x reader #soundwave x reader #idw soundwave #idw megatron

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months ago

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hi!! This is my first request, ever!! I am in dire need of more Tim Drake content. I absolutely love the way you write. Perhaps a continuation of the 2024 kinktober one? Or just anything you’re feeling.

I love your writing so much I don’t care what you write, just something with Tim please (been going down a DC rabbit hole) 🙏

Don’t push yourself if you don’t want to do this ask, just thought I’d try my luck !!

Take care of yourself!

-🖍️ anon

Tim Drake x male reader

Headcanons

Reader is a knight, somehow. Because I’ve been eating up kingdom come 2 all week. And you probably get real sweaty under all that armor.

Yall would be shocked how hard I was struggling not to add a whole chunk about feet in this, for some reason. I don’t even think I’m into that??

How you got to the present doesn’t matter much. Maybe you are some magical hero from times long passed who live forever, or you are some chosen one from a different realm. Maybe you are even from our time, but you were chosen by some ancient deity to become their sword. You were a knight, somehow.

Being a knight meant you needed to train, a lot. Be it with a sword, a spear, bows, maces, no on and so forth. You also needed to train in your armor, which of course had to be a full body covering one, but whatever gives you power lets you be flexible in it.

At least your boyfriend, Tim, loved to watch you work out. It made the suffering of the sweaty armor and grueling work somewhat worth it.

Tim was a Gothamite, so of course hes into having a boyfriend who can slice the head off an enemy from horseback, or having a boyfriend who can hit someone thousands of meters away with an old-school bow.

You also both knew that Tim loved all your training for one other very important reason. Or maybe it was multiple other reasons. It meant you got to throw him around, sometimes with armor and sometimes without. But it also meant that you were sweating buckets at the end of the day.

It was a bit of a ritual for Tim to help you take your layers off, all the way down to your chemise and braise, which would be almost see-through from sweat as it stuck to your body like a second layer of skin.

Tim, being a bat, meant it took you a while to realize just how into it your boyfriend was. He was good at hiding it, also feeling embarrassed about it and all.

This meant that in the beginning, Tim really was just helping you take all the shiny armor off, saving the memories of your scent and the feeling of your sweaty body for later, when he was finally alone.

You get it out of him one way or another, most likely from feeling real hot under the collar yourself, so you pull him in for a kiss. Being all up and personal without the layers of metal between you, also means you can feel just how hard Tim is.

It takes some prying, kissing, and you hooking both your arms around him so his face is smushed into your sweaty chest hair for Tim to admit his attraction to you like this. He always loves you, but like this? God, you are like ambrosia.

After that you keep letting him help undress you after long days of battle or training, but now you have a better eye for what turns him on.

It’s hard to suppress your own shudder of excitement when you see his eyes laser focused on your pits when you stretch your arms behind your head, to shake out the soreness.

It was hard to imagine any Bat allowing themselves to want something so much, but it also made you feel almost warm inside, knowing Tim felt safe enough with you to express these wants and urges.

And yeah, maybe you start really making a show out of it, stretching and groaning, flexing your body to show off your sweat-glistening body, posing just right for the light to reflect off of you like a glazed donut.

Tim was of course a huge fan, burying his hands in your body and feeling you all over, only seeming to grow more giddy with time as you let him get his fill. He did seem really shy about wanting to lick your pits when you asked though, but he clearly wanted it.

Maybe it started out smaller, like kissing and rutting together after training or battles after you get the armor off.

Then it becomes you grabbing the back of Tims head and telling him to lick your neck or chest, and Tim is very happy to go along with it. When you coax his face up under your arms he freezes for a moment before just burying it in there, snuffling like a pig in mud when he really gets going.

It’s a bit of an ego boost, to have a guy like Tim huffing up your scent and moaning like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever smelled and tasted. His desperate rutting against you only adding to it, like the cherry on top of the sundae.

Coming at Tim in armor makes him do a doubletake, since you went into this training session without a cod piece for your armor, and the chainmail pulled up and to the side just enough to give Tim enough room to bury his face between your thighs.

It becomes one of his favorite spots to be, kneeling by your feet, face tucked into the area where your thighs meet your body, his nose pressed into that crease as his tongue laps at you. Even better if you grip at his hair with your armor-clad hands.

The clinking of your armor becomes a bit like a pavloving response, in both of you. Specifically, the sound of your armor being taken off, as well as the smell of the polish you use for it. It’s a bit embarrassing sometimes, but at least you have a layer of metal to hide how hard you get sometimes.

And as much as you let Tim lick and worship your body after workouts, you still drag him into the showers afterwards. For a good winddown, but also because you guys have so many friends and allies with sensitive noses. You don’t wanna scar then more than you two probably have.

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fizzyapplecandy · 30 days ago

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The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 10

Series masterlist

Ateez Seonghwa x Hongjoong x reader

Genres and warnings: ateez poly relationship x reader, vampire Matz, human reader, fluff, angst, mature language, lots of feelings in this chapter, Seonghwa and reader focused

Word count: 2.3k

You're in for a turbulent evening after finding out your boyfriends are supernatural creatures

"Somebody better start explaining shit or I'm leaving and never talking to anyone again!"

"Y/N, please, come sit down."

Yeosang was pleading with you to calm down for almost half an hour now. You were in his apartment, pacing back and forth in the living room. Wooyoung was leaning against the wall, watching with sad eyes as tears fell down yours.

They didn't know what to do.

"I don't want to sit down, I want answers!"

"Okay, okay! Wooyoung, please, come and talk to her. I can't..."

Yeosang reached for his boyfriend, feeling distressed about not being able to comfort you when needed.

Wooyoung made his way over to you, grabbing your shoulders and making you face him.

"Y/N, If you want to know the truth, you have to come sit down. I'll explain everything to the best of my abilities, but you'll need to talk to Hongjoong and Seonghwa as well."

"No, I don't want to. He... He tried to bite me, Wooyoung. He licked the blood off of my finger. His eyes... Oh my God!"

You pulled strands of your hair in frustration, not realising how Wooyoung was guiding you to sit on the couch. Yeosang kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. Wooyoung never let go of you as well, pulling you into a side hug.

"Come one sweetie, breathe. I'll start talking, okay? Listen to the sound of my voice, try to ground yourself. You're safe here, you're safe with us."

You managed to nod, closing your eyes and taking ahold of Yeosang's hand.

Wooyoung cleared his throat, sharing a quick look with his boyfriend.

"As you already know, I'm a warlock. I'm like, really old, but I won't tell you exactly how old. A guy has to keep his secrets, you know?"

"Be serious." Yeosang warned him.

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Well, the thing is, I've known Hongjoong and Seonghwa for a long time now. They are considered vampire royalty in the supernatural world. Now, they are ancient. They've been married for so long, even longer in love, it's impossible to see them separated. For some reason..."

He glanced at you, seeing the sad expression on your face. At least your tears dried up.

"For some odd reason, they want you. I mean, it's not odd - you're really hot. Sorry babe." He shrugged at Yeosang.

"No worries, I agree with you on that one." Your best friend smiled, seeing how your lips quirked to mimic his expression.

"I think they were ready to tell you soon, but the cut on your finger triggered Seonghwa. He's never been able to control his urges like Hongjoong. I can't imagine how they're feeling right now."

You snapped, turning around in Wooyoung's embrace.

"What? How they're feeling? What about me? You just dumped all of this on me, after I was almost sucked dry apparently, and you wonder how they are coping?"

You stood up, walking to the front door with the two men running after you.

"Y/N, wait!" Yeosang yelled, trying to grab onto your hand.

"No! I'm leaving! I need a break away from... This." You gestured around you, not even sure what you meant.

"Baby, please..." Yeosang was desperate to make you stay, but you just shook your head.

"I'm sorry, Sangie, I really want to go home now."

"It's late, at least let me get you there safely." Wooyoung said, but you kind of knew he didn't mean the usual way of travelling.

"I'm not teleporting anymore. I can walk just fine." You responded, reaching for the door handle.

"Hey, it's not teleporting, it's - Ow! Yeosang!"

"Shut it!"

The bickering between them almost made you smile, but the heavy feeling in your chest prevented you from it.

"I'll call you tomorrow, I promise. I just need to go home now."

Yeosang stepped up to you, wrapping you safely in his arms. With a kiss to your head, he let go and watched as you exited their apartment.

"That went well." Wooyoung whispered.

"Yeah, just fucking delightful."

"Great, just fucking great."

You were mumbling as you neared your apartment building, all fired up from the conversation you had with Wooyoung and Yeosang. Maybe you should have stayed and let him explain things further, but you were too mad to think straight.

The weather had no mercy on your shivering form. That's what you get for never wearing a jacket, and relying on others to drive you home.

But you couldn't have known that your evening would turn out like this.

Were there any signs you missed? Surely they weren't that good at hiding it.

Now that you think about it, they are always cold to the touch, they are unusually pale, their behaviour... Sometimes they looked like it pained them to be close to you, but you always brushed it off.

You were to blind, and too into them to see the real picture, and it almost cost you tonight. You couldn't get their faces out of your head. Hongjoong looked like he was about to burst into tears, and Seonghwa...

Oh, poor Seonghwa... He was probably beating himself up about what he did to you. You knew it was wrong to worry about them, but you couldn't help it.

You cared, maybe too much.

Just as you rounded the corner to your building, a shiver went down your spine. It wasn't bad, it was just... Odd.

As soon as you saw Seonghwa sitting on the front steps of the building, you connected the dots. His head snapped in your direction as soon as you were close enough for him to sense.

"My love..." He whispered, staying rooted in his spot. He looked positively devastated.

"Seonghwa, what the hell are you doing here?" You said, afraid to take a step closer.

"Y/N, love... Please, I can't live with myself right now. I betrayed your trust, I hurt you! Oh, I almost..."

He was frantic, standing up but not coming closer to you.

Your eyes softened. You knew you couldn't stay mad at them forever, those boys meant more to you than you were willing to admit, but it was too soon.

"Seonghwa, you have to go home now. What would Hongjoong... Where is Hongjoong, by the way?" You asked, noticing how he avoided your eyes.

"He... He took this situation harder than I expected, so he's somewhere in the woods right now, letting out his frustration. He wouldn't have let me come here if he was still home."

"Oh..."

Silence enveloped the two of you, and Seonghwa took a step closer, carefully watching your every move. You stayed where you were, hands wrapped around yourself for some warmth.

"You're freezing, my love. You should go inside."

His head hung low, preparing himself to part from you, again. Your heart, however, wouldn't let you think straight.

"Seonghwa... Come on up. We can... We can talk a little."

"Really?" He asked, not even trying to hide his joy.

"Yes, really. Come, before I change my mind."

He followed after you like a lost puppy, trying to keep his hands to himself. Seonghwa knew you were still apprehensive, so he wanted to show you he could be trustworthy.

After taking the elevator up, you reached your door and unlocked it. You were lucky enough to keep your keys in your back pocket, a bad habit you were yet to correct. Seonghwa scolded you from time to time, explaining how it wasn't safe, but you never listened.

"Here, you can go sit on the couch while I change. I need to warm myself up."

He nodded, taking a seat and looking around your living room. He never imagined his first time in your home being so... Sad. There were pictures all over the walls, mainly of you and Yeosang, some only showing a younger version of yourself. Seonghwa also noticed some of the antique pieces he gave you, each having its own place on your shelves and coffee table.

What made his heart melt was a movie ticket, placed by a frame on the shelf above the TV. It was from a recent date you went on, and you hid your face into his shoulder for most of the movie. He relished in the closeness, but now you seem miles away.

"I'm not used to seeing you so... Sad."

His head snapped towards you, seeing you wrapped up in a big jumper. You looked adorable, and his cold heart warmed up for a moment. He sighed, looking at his hands.

"Yes, well... It's not everyday you try to suck the blood out of the person you adore." He watched your expression, cursing his choice of words.

"Ah... I apologise, I'm a bit out of it."

You sighed, taking a seat on the sofa opposite him.

"It's... Okay, I guess. I know this isn't the best situation to be in for either of us. I'm just... Why would you hide something like this from me? Do you not trust me?"

Seonghwa's eyes widened.

"No! It's not like that, my love, I promise! We just didn't know how and when to approach the situation. We wanted you to fall for us, to see us for who we are truly, before we ruined everything with our nature. We love being what we are, but it's tough in a situation like this."

"Why don't you just say the word?" You asked, waiting for him to respond. Seonghwa's throat went dry.

"Vampires."

"Hm... Vampires. Sounds Impossible, and ridiculous. I don't think I would have believed you if you just told me."

He tried to smile, but failed when he watched your crestfallen expression.

"I know, I get it. Nobody expects their boyfriends to be supernatural. We just needed more time to figure out a safe way to tell you, I promise. Love, you're... You're everything we could ever dream of having."

Your eyes softened, cheeks heating up from such a heartfelt confession. You've heard them say sweet things to you every day, but something in his tone made it different this time. He was desperate for you to believe him, and not let them go.

"I... I'm so used to the two of you, I don't know how to function without you. I mean, I'd manage, but it wouldn't be the same. I don't know if I could accept not seeing you for the rest of my life because of this."

As you were talking, a thought popped into your head. Hesitant to say it out loud, you prepared yourself before continuing.

"Seonghwa... You guys are going to live forever probably, but I... I'm human, I won't be here with you."

He panicked, getting onto his knees in front of you. Seonghwa forgot about his manners for a second, and grabbed onto your hands. You couldn't move, too startled by his reaction.

"We don't want you to leave us. We can't imagine a day without you, let alone eternity. Hongjoong and I... We wanted to present you with the idea of turning into one of us, but that isn't a conversation we're supposed to have now. I hope we can revisit it in the future, but for now... I just need you to know how much we... How much we love you, my darling."

"You what?"

Time froze, the intense look you shared never faltered. Did you hear him correctly?

"We love you, darling. You don't even know how much. Hongjoong will probably kill me for saying this without him, but I can't help it. You'll keep it a secret, right?" He chuckled, trying to decipher your expression.

"I... I haven't heard that in a long time. Well, not from someone who isn't Yeosang."

"It's impossible for me to believe, you're the most lovable person on this planet. Truly, you've managed to make our cold hearts beat again."

You looked at him confused. "Is this vampire thing somehow related to the rings I had in my shop?"

He smiled, squeezing your hands. "Clever girl. Yes, the rings were magically enhanced to never leave our sides. Your friend's boyfriend, Wooyoung, was the one who cast the spell. You see, he managed to mess it up, so he ran away from us. We're not mad anymore, but we do want to mess with him a little, but he's not our priority right now."

You nodded along, letting everything sink in. Honestly, you were tired, and you had to go to work tomorrow. Seonghwa noticed your lack of energy, so he slowly stood up and pulled you with him.

"Darling, why don't you go to bed? I can see you're barely holding on. Come, I'll settle you in."

"You don't have to-"

"I want to. I made it pretty clear."

Your eyes met, and you softened up when you noticed how he stared at you.

Eyes full of passion, concern because of the events of the day, and most importantly - love.

Without much thought, you raised on your tip toes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He stood still, not wanting to ruin the moment after all of the turbulence you've gone through.

"We'll figure something out, Hwa. I don't want to lose you two."

"Oh, my darling... You never have to worry about that. We'll be patient, I promise. Sorry about coming here without an invite, I just... I couldn't..."

You could tell he was getting worked up again, so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

Funny how a couple of hours earlier, you tried getting as far away from him as you could.

He relaxed into your embrace, gently running his fingers through your hair.

"Take me to bed, Hwa. I'm about to crash."

The glint in his eyes came back, and you could see a small smile forming.

"Careful with your words, my love, or else I might just take you up on that offer."

The series is slowly wrapping up with our reader finally finding out about her vampire boyfriends. There are a few more chapters left, so stay tuned. For everybody that has been here since day one, thank you!

For anyone new, welcome!

Lots of love, and happy reading X

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morimemichael · 1 year ago

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Pretty Boy

Brahms x reader

Brahms gets hurt badly after fighting your ex, and in the middle his mask flew off somewhere. Unconscious on the floor, you try to help him and clean the wounds

wg: Besides mentions of blood and open wounds, just fluff and Brahms being Brahms <3

It was a nasty fight, shattered glass flew over everywhere. Brahms got your ex to run away tho. For him, the fight and all the wounds were worth it. He’ll do anything for you. Due to the uncommon amount of effort he did and wounds he gain, he pass out right then and there. His mask was out, somewhere on the floor.

“Brahms…” You whispered. He didn’t respond. Your eyes went through every wound he had, until they reached his uncovered face. You could tell that at least a %50 of his face was burnt. Not that you cared tho, you still wouldn’t leave him for that.

With much, much effort you lift him to the bed, so you could treat his wounds better. His chest rising up slowly, a sign he was still breathing. You gathered everything you could reach to disinfect the bloody cuts. You were lucky enough the Heelshires had everything you could need in case something like this happens. You managed to get some pads, bandages and alcohol. You wet the little pads with alcohol and brush them against the fresh wounds, sounds of pain and visible discomfort could be heard from Brahms. You felt terrible, but you needed to disinfect.

“I know…I know Brahms.” You reassured. Whenever you brush the pads against his wounds you would move your hand in a certain way so the could blow some air in attempt to lessen the sting.

A few minutes later you managed to bandage all of his wounds. He was still asleep. He seemed so peacefully you didn’t wanna disturb him. You sat down on the bed next to him and caressed his messy brown hair, admiring his features. You took your right hand and placed it on his burnt side.

Who cares if he’s burnt? You thought to yourself.

You didn’t know how ir when you stared whispering things to his sleeping form.

“You know, I like your hair Brahms.” You didn’t know if he could hear you or not, but honestly, you didn’t care.

“And your eyes…your eyes are special.” You continued. You kept complimenting his body and face, and all the things he did for you, and keeping you safe.

“Thanks…for what you did for me today. But I don’t want you to do it again, it’s far too dangerous. And I love you too much for you to bleed out on me.” This was the first time you tell him you love him. Eventually you fell asleep on his side, you being the big spoon. You liked the body difference, but with this guy, being the big spoon was a little bit uncomfortable. Suddenly you woke up when your arms reached to hug him but didn’t find a body to hug.

“Brahms?…” You called for him. You didn’t found him next to you on the bed, instead his was sitting on the edge of it. “Brahms?”

“You know, I didn’t want you to see my face…eventually i would take my mask off. Once there was enough trust between us. That was the original plan…” He explained.

“Oh…Brahms…I really don’t mi-” You were interrupted by him.

“I-I didn’t want to show you my face, I don’t want to scare you away…please, your everything I have left.” You notice his voice cracking and sobbing when he told you this.

“I wasn’t going to leave you Brahms…I would have never…” Now, you sitting next to him, you give him little palms on his back.

“Thanks…for patching me up.”

“You’re welcome, Brahmsy.” You said smiling. “Hey…look at me, look at me.” With one hand you tilted his head so he was facing you.

“I love you. You heard me?” You looked at him straight into his eyes.

“I love you too.” He replied.

You whipped the tears from his cheeks with your sweater’s sleeve and then proceeded to kiss his burnt cheek. You melted when you saw he blushed.

“Aww…that’s so sweet.” You remarked.

“I swear to god if you tell any-” This time you interrupted.

“Yeah…yeah…”

“I-i, if-…okay, you win.” He said at last.

Once you were in the room, he caressed the exactly spot your lips touched moment ago, and blushed again.

Well, this short fic was due that people voted for a Brahms fic 😊 hope you liked it, and again sorry for any misspelling mistakes, English it’s not my mother language.

See you around!

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alikesical · 26 days ago

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Forever Yours.

❛There's no love lost, but I'll be forever yours❜

Jason Todd x reader

trigger warnings: angst, character death

word count: 2564

Jason didn't know how to exist anymore...

Everything around him was wrong. All that he did, felt mechanical, like a mere muscle memory.

He woke up. He went to the repair shop. He'd go home. He'd lie still on his bed until his body gave away to exhaustion.

He was alone, even when in company, and God knows he had company. Dick and Tim, sometimes even Damian, would drop by and force him out of his room, even for a little while. Trying to take his mind off of you.

It never worked.

Why would it? How could he ever take his mind off of you when you were the one good, beautiful thing in his life. He didn't deserve you. He knew that much, but that never kept him from being selfish. From barging into your life.

"Please tell me you can fix it!" you pleaded with him the moment he got out of the repair truck, tears threatening to escape from your eyes.

Jason chuckled at your panic. Cute, he thought, as he walked towards you car, that had definitely seen better days, "I don't know what's wrong yet," he says and you simply nod, cursing yourself for asking stupid questions.

You struggled to stay quiet as he looked over your engine, not wanting to break his concentration.

"Well-" he opens his mouth to speak, but you're quick to interrupt him before he could even get a word out.

"It's bad isn't it?" you groan, pacing around, hands flailing around, "I dont understand how this could have happened! I haven't missed a single maintenance appointment, I swear! Please, you have to do something, I'll do anything! I really need the car-"

"I was about to say that its an easy fix," he chuckled cutting your rambling short, "But since you already offered to do anything, what about a date?"

You had a lot of these fights in the beginning. While trying to keep you at an arms length, Jason had not treated you the way he was supposed to, often being cold and rude. He thought he kept you safe that way, that you'd see him for who he really was and run for the hills.

He smiles to himself, remembering how flustered you got before agreeing with a shy smile.

Little did he know, you were anything but shy, never afraid to go head to head with him and demand to be treated right, even if he towered over you.

And you did see him. Only you actually did, not the twisted version he had in his mind, but who he was down to his core. You saw how scared he was, how much he needed to be loved. And that's exactly what you did, after sitting him down and ripping him a new one, for acting like a dick.

Jason shakes his head, as he approaches your door. He should not be doing that.

You were gone, he shouldn't be reminiscing, it just hurted him more.

But he can't help it.

Those memories are what remain of you in his mind, he couldn't help but recall them, searching for even a flicker of comfort in them. But that was never the case.

Instead he was reminded about how he'd never see you smile at him like that again, and his already broken heart, would get smash into smithereens all over again.

He didn't know how for long he was standing outside your door, not daring to step in. Afraid of what it would do to him.

He knew it was unhealthy, coming here day after day, but never entering. He should go in and gather your stuff, empty the apartment for someone alive to move in.

So he kept paying your bills three months later, keeping the apartment frozen in time.

But he couldn't bring himself to.

It felt like trying to erase you, move on. Jason didn't want to move on.

He feels his chest tighten at the familiar sight of your living room.

Babs told him that he should go in, at least try to get some closure.

He knows she's right, she usually is. So he takes in a shaky breath, trying to steady his hand as he unlocked the door.

"Jason?" you called as you stepped out your room, trying to put on your earrings, "Why are you not dressed yet?" he heard the click of your heals moving closer to the couch he sat on.

His head immediately turned towards the sound of your voice wanting to answer you, but found him self unable to.

You stood before him looking like a vision in your white dress, hair neatly pulled back. The sun was hitting your face, as you moved towards him, and he could swear heaven was real, because where else could someone like you come from?

You were the first light, to ever grace this world, and he was selfish to keep you away, to call you his. But he couldn't help but keep you close, hold on to your light.

"Jason?" you call again, now standing in front of him, a hand resting on his shoulder. You had this soft expression painted on your face, the same one you always had when you looked at him, the one that made him feel like he was worth something.

He smiles, bringing his hand over yours delicately, as if you'd break if he added any more force, "You are beautiful," he says and curses at himself for not being able to come up with something better. All these romance novels he read going to waste at the sight of you.

"I'm sorry, but an urgent mission came up," his heart breaks at how your smile falls, hating that he was the cause, "I'm really sorry sweetheart."

You chuckle at him, and he could get drunk on the sound, "Thank you love," you go and sit on his lap, throwing your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips, palm caressing his cheek.

Cherries. You always wear the same cherry flavoured lipgloss.

After a moment you pull back, tilting your head as you looked at him, "I'd say you clean up well, but you're still in your T-Shirt?" you question, and he lets out a sigh.

You sigh deeply as you stand up, leaving him cold in your absence, "You better make it up to me!" you say pointedly, "This is the third time you had to cancel plans."

He knows. He knows all the times he messed up, even if you don't.

This, however, was not one of them.

He had this whole plan. He'd tell you the Bat called, you'd go out with your sister to have a nice dinner, and then she was gonna ask you to take a walk at the park, where he'd meet you both, under strings of fairy lights.

Jason was excited to get rid of the weight the little box added to his jacket, and sincerely hoped you'd get to bear it on your finger.

But for now he had to appease you.

"I know, I will," he follows your example, tailing you as you head towards the door, to grab your coat, "Give your sister my greetings" he says, holding it up, helping you slide into it.

"I will," you peck his cheek before opening the door, "Love you!"

"Love you, be careful," he calls out, watching your form descend down the hallway.

You turn around and smile at him, "I always am."

You never made it to the park.

There was an attack on the building you were dining on. By the time he got the news, you were lying open on a surgical table.

And by the time the surgery was over, you were gone, and he was left alone, the box in his pocket suddenly weighting a million tons.

He was too late...

He remembers everything about that that day.

He remembers he smell of the hospital, the face of the surgeon when she told him that she's sorry and that you aren't coming back. How the nurse called Bruce to come pick him up, after he spent 2 hours staring at the wall. Bruce's usually stoic face, looking down at him with pity.

He does however remember clearly how he got out of his bed and sneaked out of the manor, determined to avenge your death...

How he couldn't stop crying the whole night, the pain that seeped through his bones without any signs of stopping when he thought of what happened.

The following days however had formed into a mush, and he didn't know when one began and the other ended.

Dick told him that he didn't speak to anyone for days, locking himself in his room. He told him that he could hear him scream your name in the dead of the night.

He couldn't recall that. Or atleast he didn't want to.

He remembers stalking the Iceberg Lounge, waiting for Penguin to come out. He remembers his brother appearing out of thin air, reminding him that you wouldn't want him to go down this path.

He exhales as moves around the house, forcing the memories out of his mind, staring at the framed pictures you had. Some with your friends, some with your family, some with him.

He remembers crying on Dicks shoulder, not able to take it anymore.

He couldn't look at them, you couldn't bear the memories.

Still, his feet seemed to come to a halt where he knew a particular picture hang. He looks at it, trying to hold the tears in desperately.

It was a polaroid picture of him lying on your bed shirtless. He thought it was the ugliest photograph you've ever taken, but still picks it up.

"Why would you even want to take a picture of me?" he asked you not really understanding.

He was ugly. He knew that. All the scars on his body only proved it further. He can't understand why you would waste perfectly good film on him.

"Shush," you motion over him, legs straddling his waist, "Stay still!" you command but he still reaches up to grab the camera, just to be met by your hand pushing him down.

He knew that, practically, he could easily escape this predicament, but something about the position you were both in and your gaze left him unable too.

It was dangerous how much of an effect you had on him.

"Must there be a reason?" you ask, trying to get a good angle, "Can't I just take a picture of my very handsome, very hot boyfriend?" he sees you smirking behind the camera.

He remembers how fast the heat crept up his face, and how he immediately turned his head away from you trying to hide it. That was then you snapped it.

He hated that you had proof of him being flustered, but you always claimed it to be your favourite photograph of him.

He didn't understand still. But he trusted your words.

He quickly puts it back to its place, not wanting to disturb the house. Wanting it to be exactly as you left it. Even though coasters were scattered on the living room table, and the plates you had used to eat lunch, still on the drying rack. Even though the toothpaste didn't have its cup on, and the shampoo you always used was left open.

This way you were still alive. Still living in this house. Still in his life.

A single tear fell on Jason's cheek, and he made no motion to wipe it. You had made him promise, that as long as he was in here, he wouldn't have to hide behind a mask, he wouldn't have to be Red Hood, the tough vigilante, just Jason Todd, your boyfriend.

It feel like he'd been going back on his promise if he wiped it away. So he left the tear dry and headed towards your bedroom.

The moment he stepped in he could immediately smell the perfume you had chosen to wear that day. He didn't know how, but it still seemed to linger. Or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Not daring to look around, already feeling his throat tighten up, he made a beeline for your bed, immediately letting himself fall down, engulfed by the familiar scent of your bedsheets.

He could hear you scold him for being on the bed with outside clothes on.

"That's disgusting!" you exclaim as he let a sigh of relief when his back hit the mattress, immediately closing his eyes "You'll get grease on the sheets!" you stood in front of him hands on your hips, glaring down at him

He cracks one eye open ,"Ill just change the sheets then" he mumbles, but you had different plans for him.

"Or maybe... go change," you say grabbing his wrist, with every intention to drag him in to the shower and out of your bed.

But he suddenly tugs his arm back, and with a yelp, you go tumbling down on top of him.

"But I'm so comfortable," he sighs, wrapping his arms around you like a blanket, pressing his face into your shoulder with a dramatic groan.

You struggled, trying to get out of his embrace, but he only held you tighter, "It's not funny!" you whined, "Let me go, you're literally covered in sweat and garage funk."

"No can't do, you're a hostage now."

You struggle, trying to wiggle free, but he only tightens his grip with a smirk.

"Resistance is futile," he murmurs.

"I hate you so much," you mumble giving up, knowing this is a war lost.

"I'll love you more," he says, a grin creeping up his face, at the feeling of you smiling against his shirt.

A small sob broke though his lips as a laugh at the memory.

But the one became many, and the sobs became wails as he laid on the bed, facing the ceiling. He couldn't breathe properly, hyperventilating, but still did nothing to stop it, to calm himself.

He just laid there. Crying, remembering all the promises he made to you under the same covers he was staining with his tears, all the dreams he had for you both.

How you would get married in a beautiful chapel, and he'd cry when you'd walk down the isle. How you'd move out to the country, away from Gotham. Away from villains and vigilantes, away from danger. How you'd have kids, and they'd have his eyes and your smile, how you'd make sure they knew they were loved. How you'd invite your families over once a month, and you'd have this huge meal, filled with laughter. How he'd help you clean after, but you would end up getting nothing done, preferring to dance to no music as your kids giggled in the background thinking you couldn't hear them.

How you'd grow old together.

How he'd go first because he couldn't imagine living without you.

But none of that would happen. He was alive, and he had to learn how to live without you. He had to learn how to move on.

You would have wanted that for him. You would have wanted him to be happy, to find someone else. To live his life.

But he couldn't, not when you were not by his side, not when he knew you lied six feet under, in a flower decorated grave.

Everything around him reminded him of you. Of your smile and your laugh, how you'd hold him when the nightmares appeared, how you promised to always be there.

You haunted him, and he didn't want you to stop. He didn't want to recover...

So he just cried until all his tears dried up, and he laid on your bed closing his eyes, pretending he cpuld feel your warmth next to him, until exhaustion took him into it's sweet embrace.

At least that way he'd be able to see you smile at him again. He could feel the weight of your head on his chest, and the caress of your fingers against his scars. Hear your voice telling him you loved him, even if for the last time...

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thevillainswhore · 2 years ago

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Tension

Pairing: Massage Therapist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you.

Warnings: Smut (fing-ering fem receiving, mentions of a-nal play, m-asturbation male receiving)

A/N: Unbeta’d, dividers by saradika and firefly-graphics - also a massive thank you to my babe @rookthorne for helping me edit my header, loves you bitch 💗

Listen, just please use your imaginations with the oil, let’s pretend it’s safe and can be used for… things 👀 okay thank you, enjoy x

Resting your head against the back of the waiting room leather chair, you await your appointment at your regular spa. Headache already starting to disappear from the eucalyptus aroma of incense seaping into your skin.

You needed this. The long work week draining you of all common sense to not hit your coworkers over their heads every two seconds, due to their incompetence. Now, it has finally come to a close, and you could take the opportunity to indulge in your guilty pleasure.

This was the only way you could continue to keep your head above water. A monthly treat to yourself of a two hour long full body massage - undisturbed peace and soft hands kneading the stress out of your body until it felt like you were floating.

And it was literally heaven on earth to let go of the strong willed nature that came with your work, placing your care into the hands of someone else. Giving up your responsibilities of taking charge and allowing another to take care of you for a little while.

It felt so good to let go. Forgetting all of your worries that seemed silly in the midst of the background waterfall noises that lulled you into calmness.

Jesus, you weren’t even on the massage table yet and you already felt so much lighter.

With that thought, the lovely receptionist, you’ve become familiar with from your numerous visits, walks out from the back room and addresses you with an apologetic expression.

“Miss, I’m so terribly sorry about this, but an unexpected personal emergency has come up for your regular therapist and she’s had to leave before your treatment today.”

Your face drops. The excited anticipation bubbling inside you from at last being able to relax, dying out instantly at her words.

Of course it wasn’t your therapist’s fault that you would miss out on the only pass time that gets you through the month. Of course, it wasn’t her fault you’d probably go home and scream into your pillow. Yet, you couldn’t help your internal frustration at the disappointing outcome.

It didn’t help that you hadn't had an orgasm for god knows how long too. The band inside was you on the verge of snapping. A massage being the only way to soothe the built up tension over the month and you feared you would have a mental breakdown from the added stress.

“Listen, I wouldn’t normally suggest this,” she goes on to explain as you lift your head with intrigue, “but we have a new massage therapist in training, free for your time slot. His clientele base is still quite small. However, he’s received great reviews and he’s happy to cover your treatment today - if that’s something you would consider. Would you like to meet him before coming to a decision?”

Fuck it. It’s either this or try to relieve yourself with your shitty vibrator at home that’ll probably die out before you can finish anyway. And you really didn’t want to make the dent in your bedroom wall any bigger from the other times you’d thrown the useless thing at it.

So, what harm could it do?

After agreeing to an introduction with the trainee, telling yourself you should at least see if you feel comfortable enough with him, you stand outside the private massage room, waiting to be invited in.

Eventually hearing a breathy shout of “Come in!”, the receptionist opens the door and allows you to step through, the seemingly young man’s back turned towards you as he fiddles with last minute preparations for your massage.

“Just tryna get everythin’ ready for ya, won’ be a minute.”

After finishing up and a final appraisal to the set up, the trainee spins on his fit, claps his hands together and looks at you directly, “Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’! The name's James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, sweetheart, I’ll be lookin’ after’ya today.”

Holy shit, where the hell did they find this one?

Bucky’s mid length chocolate hair ran rogue with an errand piece falling into his eyes. It took all of your strength to not reach out and tuck it behind his ear, or maybe even scratch your nails through his hair just to grip it and tug to see if he whimpers.

Woah, settle down girl.

A tight white womens beater, stretched across his pecs, showcased his bulging arms and the pure muscle you couldn’t tear your eyes from. You were pretty sure you were drooling, but you couldn’t give a single fuck right now.

If you had to guess, you would have pinned him as a farmhand or a ranch owner from down south before he became a trainee massage therapist - it definitely would have explained his devilishly built form and his southern twang that has your knees weak.

That’s not the only reason I want my legs to be shaking.

It most definitely isn’t difficult to imagine Bucky with a cowboy hat sitting on his head, thick thighs clenching to keep himself steady riding a horse. Or how easy it is to picture him throwing stacks of hay over his shoulders, dirt covering his sweat glistened body as his pure strength gives him no trouble carrying them to the stables.

You don't even realise you still haven’t spoken a word, stood dumbstruck with your mouth gaping open and lost in your unholy thoughts about the living wet dream about to rub you up, completely forgetting another person was in the room with you.

The receptionist speaks up, “Are you comfortable with James stepping in-“

“Yes!”. Your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment from how quickly you answered, clearing your throat and steeling yourself not to continue making an idiot of yourself. “Um- yes of course, yes… not a problem at all.”

You miss Bucky’s sly little smirk as you make the effort to keep your gaze towards the floor, his tongue peaking out and wetting his lips as he gives you a once over.

Things were about to get interesting.

“So sweetheart, I’m gonna step out while you get changed, take all clothin’ off, start off with lyin’ on’ya stomach for me and cover y’lower half with a towel - I’m sure y’know the drill by now.”

Reverting your attention back onto him, your pulse quickens at his nonchalant conversing of stripping naked. Okay, it was standard procedure for the therapist to go over protocol, but that talk from him is sinfully criminal.

Walking up to the door, Bucky suddenly turns around, “Oh and don’t forget to take off the underwear too, darlin’, be back in a tick.” Bucky winks and slaps the doorframe, finally leaving the room.

Fuck my life.

You have a couple of minutes to compose yourself before Bucky comes back. Changing out of your clothes was almost a relief - sweat clinging to your skin from meeting him and that freaking accent that drove your mind wild. Your panties seemed to agree too, considering the sticky mess that clung to your folds as you pulled them down your legs.

As you now lay face down on the table, folded towel covering your ass - back and legs on display - you anxiously wait for Bucky’s arrival, muscles subtly twitching from either your stress or the need to get fucked.

Probably both.

The door opens to your only knowledge of hearing, sight only focused on the floor from the carved head cushion allowing your face to sit through it. Goosebumps raise on your arms as you listen to the door then quietly close and footsteps get closer towards your direction.

You hold your breath when you see boots stop into your peripheral and legs bend to show a pair of thick thighs straining against the denim of his jeans.

Yep, definitely Bucky.

Lifting your head slightly to look at his face when he doesn’t speak, you choke on your spit when you find him shirtless, stomach marveled with so many abs. You would count, but you’re a little afraid you’ve lost brain cells from his presence alone. And all hope is gone when you see his jeans strung low on his waist - ‘v’ line tantalising your dignity as you wonder how morally wrong it could be to drop to your knees and lick it.

You’re not proud to say you don’t take anything he says in as Bucky begins going through what’s to be expected for your treatment. Ever the professional as you think he probably tells you what to do should you like any adjustments made with his pressure or technique. Luckily, you seem to have gotten away with it as he stands and picks up some oil, tilting your head back down to do some breathing exercises.

“Jus’ the massage today then, sweets? Y’know I wouldn’t mind throwin’ a free facial in there for y’too with the trouble y’had.”

What the fuck?

Your brain short circuits. Surely he must hear what he’s saying out loud… right?

Inwardly shaking your head, you put it down to the lack of intimacy you had gotten recently, mind conjuring illicit fantasies and turning everything he says into something dirty.

You stutter to reply, “N-no, that’s o-okay, just the massage i-is fine.”

The small smile on Bucky’s face is so innocent, like he hasn’t just rebooted your entire being. “Alrightie then darlin’, lemme get started then.”

Guess them breathing exercises went to shit.

Bucky begins slicking his hands up with the massage oil, lathering between his fingers and ensuring all crevices are glistening - especially his veins that bulge all the way up his forearm.

“I’m warnin’ y’though, I’m quite good with my hands.”

You don’t have time to stop yourself blurting the next automatic thought in your head out into the open.

“I bet you are.”

If you could slap yourself you would. Cringing in despair at your ability to make yourself look stupid. You expect things to turn awkward, for Bucky to show unease and even stop the session altogether.

To your surprise, you feel a whisper of a breath caress your neck as he mumbles the very thing to probably cause your death.

“Oh, you have no idea, darlin’.”

The start of the massage truly had your nerves settling down and calming you enough to actually enjoy yourself. Yeah, you still struggled with keeping your cool with Bucky’s huge hands caressing you with his sensual touch, but you managed to stop your squirming and relax.

Bucky however, couldn’t keep a straight head for the life of him. Softness of your skin and the feel of your curves literally in the palms of his hands had his cock threatening to bust the zipper of his jeans.

Timid little thing you were, so skittish when you saw him and he just had to have a little fun with you. That soon backfired on him the second he got a hold of you. Fingers itching to just smooth down your luscious body and open you up like his own personal present.

Unfortunately, he had to make do with rubbing his erection against the edge of the massage table to give him some relief. You were just so sexy - a stunning face and an amazing figure - never mind how fucking adorably shy you were.

Just my type and I’ll be damned if I don’t get a piece’a ya, sweetheart.

Was it wrong for him to be thinking of a client this way? Of course. Would Bucky most definitely get fired before he’s even completed his training should anyone find out? No doubt about it. Was that going to change his mind over what he was about to do next?

Absolutely fucking not.

You had succeeded in keeping your moans and whimpers locked away when Bucky reached particularly sensitive spots on your back. No, not the ones that felt a little too tender, the places his touch elicited your growing desire - as much as you tried to hide it, he could still hear your little intakes of breaths.

But that’s not what I’m after sweetie, I wanna hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.

So, he comes up with a plan.

“Oh darlin’, I can feel all those knots in y’upper back, been workin’ so hard ain’t ya, sweets?”

Fuck, you really had. And Bucky’s praise paired with his seductive voice makes you feel all gooey with neediness, trying to stop yourself sinking into your fuzzy headspace as you reply back. “Y-yeah, I mean I guess so.”

“How ‘bout we try somethin’ different, hm?” Bucky begins to explain, “Reckon if we got y’to bend them legs into a kneelin’ position then it’d feel so much better.”

The sincerity of his voice has you rethinking your suspicions towards how exposed you might be. You still had the towel to cover anything private and while your old therapist never suggested anything like this, Bucky may have learned something new and wanted to try it out.

So you begin to do as he’s asked. “Um, l-like this?”

“Tha’s it, arch that back for me, sweetie.” Again, you follow his instructions all too easily. “Little more for me- there ya go, jus’ like that.”

Bucky can’t help the groan that slips out as he observes the thin towel curve over the shape of your ass. You’re not much higher from the first position you were in, but the subtle lift in your legs, and bowed back allows a perfect image for him.

And a perfect chance.

“Gonna work on y’legs now, sweetheart, lemme know if somethin’ ain’t feelin’ good.”

You don’t have a chance to reply as Bucky begins to knead the muscles in your legs. An unrestrained moan escaping from your lips as he uses his thumbs to work the tension out. You feel as though you've been transported to another world, eyes rolling to the back of your head in glorious pleasure.

Meanwhile, Bucky is having the time of his life watching the jiggle of your ass every time he switches up the motion of his strokes. You don’t seem to notice the towel slowly shifting upwards, revealing the bottom of your ass cheeks to him.

He just needs your legs to spread that tiny bit more so he can see your pretty little pussy.

“That feelin’ good for ya, darlin’?”

Apparently, you let go of all inhibitions from the satisfaction Bucky’s hands bring you, all but unbashfully moaning, “Mhmm, god yes Bucky, feels so fuckin’ good.”

That’s what I love to hear.

“Amazin’. Doin’ so great for me sweetheart, jus’ let ya’self relax and Bucky will take care a ya.”

The dip of your back deepens as you unknowingly start to bring your legs more under you, ass canting up like a cat as Bucky’s thumbs rub close to the crevice under your ass cheeks.

He’s so dangerously close to his prize, he can literally see the wetness that’s spilled from your cunt, coating your inner thighs.

Fuck it.

Bracing for the worst, Bucky’s thumb runs over your pussy lips and your breath hitches as the bolt of electricity that shoots through your body. Now fully aware of his intentions, you expect yourself to feel a slither of outrage, some kind of anger at him for letting it go this far and yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop him.

Bucky pauses his thumbs in question, waiting to back off as soon as you deny him and allowing you the freedom of consent.

But, you want this.

The fact he stops his ministrations within an inch of your cunt has you unable to hold back your loud whine, ass pushing back into his hold to try and get him to carry on.

As much as Bucky loves your enthusiasm and he’s almost certain you want this as much as he does, he needs to hear your verbal consent in order for him to proceed. “Ah ah, sweet girl, need to know y’want this, need to hear y’say it.”

With great difficulty, fog clouding your head, you manage to mumble a whimper of agreement. “Fuck, y-yes pleaseee Bucky, give it to me.”

And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

Bucky places both thumbs on each cheek and spreads them apart to reveal your pretty, slick pussy, hole pulsing, almost begging to be filled.

You whimper as you feel his long pointer finger slide through the mess you’ve made and teasingly give your throbbing clit a little tap for good measure.

The little shit even has the audacity to chuckle at your desperation.

“Look at ya darlin’, such a fuckin’ good girl for me, ya think we can get y’a little more wet, hm?”.

He laughs at your stutter, no worries for him though, he can’t wait to make sure he leaves your head empty enough for not one single thought to cross your mind.

Bucky gently slaps your leg and bends over you to whisper in your ear, “turn around, pretty girl.”

The last defence of the towel covering your modesty falls from your body as you quickly move to lie on your back, too fucked out to even notice the breeze that hardens your nipples and exposes your tits to Bucky’s gaze.

He could’ve just picked you up and fucked you against the wall right then and there. But Bucky’s a patient man, and he’s not about to put his pleasure before yours. He wants this to last.

Straddling the table as he combs his wild hair back, Bucky grabs your thighs over his forearms with feral need to drag you down towards him, placing your legs over each of his and separating them. This was his personal slice of heaven.

The view of your cunt and the bounce of your tits has him gripping his cock over his jeans, shaky breaths rattling his chest over how turned on he is from the sight - you really were a goddess, a doll for him to play with until you couldn’t walk.

Releasing himself and grabbing the bottle of oil from the table next to him, Bucky looks directly into your eyes, his own hooded as he unscrews the lid. Your high pitched moans and whimpers have his nerves set alight and he can’t wait to see your face as you cum from his fingers alone.

“Buck-Bucky, what a-are you d-doing?”. It takes everything in you to lift yourself on to your elbows, looking down to see him hovering the bottle over your pussy.

“Y’trust me, sweet girl?”. Fuck, with that voice alone you’d put your whole faith in him.

You gently nod as you never take your eyes away from his, that wicked smirk adorning his face as his eyes light up from your answer.

“Good.”

That’s the last thing you hear before you feel the cold splash of oil drip against your pussy and your shocked moan fills the room as your arms give out.

The liquid rolls down your folds, down to your puckered hole and the thought quickly surpasses Bucky of what your reaction would be if he suggested a little anal play.

First things first, Barnes.

Right.

After emptying the remainder of the oil over you, Bucky tosses the bottle onto the floor, and begins to run his fingers over your cunt, shining in all its pleasurable glory. Trailing down to your hole, Bucky begins to press one finger inside you, stopping at the first knuckle only to take it back out and repeat his torturous teasing.

You can’t help your squirming - hands fisted tight in your hair as your toes curl. The relief of a second finger added to the first only lasts for a minute as again, he torments you by going no further than his first knuckles. All you want is for him to slide his fingers as deep as they can go, but Bucky is far too mesmerised with the glisten of his fingers and the feel of your fluttering little pussy.

“W-want more, baby, p-please Bucky, need more.”

The term of endearment as his feasted eyes snap up to look at you, has his cock twitching - you looked so fucking beautiful like this for him and the pleading in your features has him going soft on you.

Always was a sucker for pretty girls begging.

“Need more, sweetheart? Alright pretty girl, y’can have some more.”

You soon figure how Bucky was holding out on you as he fucks you with his two fingers at a quickened pace, the squelch of mixed juices from your cunt loud to your ears and you’d be embarrassed if Bucky didn’t enjoy it.

And he really did, the sound of your arousal leaking out of you because of him leaves him feeling untamed, beastly, as his veins bulge from his arms. His cock is aching, hard from how much he gets off on your pleasure - he knows he can make it better for you, though. He won’t be happy until you lose your voice because of him.

Slowing down, his deep rumble has the knot in your stomach tightening even more, “Think y’can handle another, sweetie? ‘Cause I think y’can, think this wet pussy needs to be filled up till she can’t take no more.”

With that, Bucky eases a third finger along with his other, the stretch just right to have you wailing out with consistent cries of his name.

Curling his fingers against your upper wall, Bucky searches for that spongey rough patch - he wants you to see stars and he isn’t giving up till you do.

“Hold on a sec sweets, lemme just-, find… oh, there it is.”

All of a sudden your back shoots off the table and your scream of pleasure drowns out the sounds of waterfalls in the background.

“Fuck!”

“Tha’s right darlin’, lemme hear y’scream for me.”

You grip his wrist to keep his hand fucking you, his perfect rhythm too good for you to speak something tangible. But you can’t have him changing anything, you need him to keep everything the same, so you can finish.

Bucky still finds it so fucking hot, sweat from exertion gathering on his neck and dripping down his chest. He couldn’t care less, he just wants to see you cum.

He physically has to use his free arm to force your legs open, it won’t do that you’re trying so desperately to close your legs around him. No. He wants to see you tremble in his hold. He’s fucking craving it.

“C’mon baby, know y’so close sweet girl.”

You are so fucking close, so near to that orgasm you haven’t had in so long - you’ve turned dumb, world blurring around you, only important thing in your mind getting to finish.

And you’re done for as soon as Bucky places his thumb on your swollen clit and circles.

“BUCKY!”

He watches as your shrieks fall from your mouth. Tremors rack through your body, legs finally able to close around his hand as tears from the intensity roll down your temples. You’re in your element and he’s never seen sexier in his entire life.

White cream drips from your pussy as Bucky slowly takes his fingers out, not able to help himself as he plays with your folds and starts to fuck your cum back into you.

Soon enough, you begin to calm down, heavy breathing with your occasional whine of overstimulation from his motions blessing his ears.

He leans down to pepper kisses over your heaving stomach and underneath your breasts, other hand stroking over your heated skin and up to your cheek.

“Easy girl, that’s it, deep breaths.”

Bucky continues to talk you down and strokes your sweaty hair back from your face, your eyes closed and mouth open, panting.

He stops his ministrations altogether, but keeps his fingers inside you, his body connected over yours to settle some of his weight on you and bring you back down to earth.

Giving you a couple of minutes to come down from your fluffy clouds, Bucky analyses all your signals to make sure you’re okay and that you feel safe - and once he completes all his internal checks, he flashes you a dazzling smile.

“So… this may be a bit forward a’me, but what d’ya say I take y’out on a date tomorrow night?”

You chuckle breathlessly at his little joke - as if he didn’t already have his fingers still in your cunt. “Only if you answer my question.” you counter back.

“Sure thing, lil’ darlin’.”

Trying to keep your expression aloof you ask, “What did you do before you started training to be a massage therapist?”

He looks like a little confused puppy as he cocks his head and frowns, but answers anyway with a cheeky squint of his eyes.

“I used to work on my mama’s ranch back home, sweetheart.”

Your head rolls back onto your shoulders as Bucky begins picking up the steady pace of his fingers again, fucked out smile on your face in rememberance to your guesses from earlier.

Fucking knew it.

He may not have the slightest clue what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t have to know as long as he’s the one who’s making you smile like that.

And, he already can’t wait for your next meeting as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down his zipper to bring his dick out and start fucking his fist while he enjoys the sight of his other hand fucking your cunt.

“Now, we got another hour to make sure ya get what y’paid for darlin’, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”

A/N: who doesn’t love a happy ending, right? 😈

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sunkissedburns · 1 year ago

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NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN (I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER)

in which luke is determined to keep you close to him forever. luke castellan x fem! reader, wc: 1.36k, warning: swearing, note: first post dedicated to my favorite villain... enjoy !

"Wha-... what the fuck are you talking about Luke ?" From the edge of his bunk bed, your boyfriend avoids your stare, looking anywhere but at your face. "Look at me ! You can't just drop this upon me and act like nothing is happening !" He can hear the hurt and the confusion in your voice and decides to get closer to you. He wants to hold you tight and never let you go but settles for holding your hand.

"Babe, listen to me. please." He’s the one to look at you with pleading eyes this time, one hand circling yours and the other resting on the nape of your neck. "You know how much I hate Olympus and how they toy with us just for their own benefit. I know you feel the same way, watching kids barely getting here safely only to never be claimed or only when their parent deems it convenient ! Do you think it's fair ? To be used as a puppet so you can finally be worthy in the eyes of mom or dad ? Risking your life to fix their shortcomings ?"

His emphasis on dad doesn't intrigue you, you already know. Everyone knows. His eyes are full of resentment and his scar seems so red, a stark contrast with the unmarred skin. Luke goes on and on about his supposedly great plan and you can only watch in horror as the boy in front of you looks nothing like the one you fell in love summers ago.

Hand reaching for the one still laid on your nape, you look up, brows furrowed. "Does Annabeth know ?"

These three words are enough to make him flinch. He opens and closes his mouth and that tells you everything you need to know. Your face twists with disgust and anger as you shove his shoulder enough for him to stumble back, away from you.

"Fuck off Luke !" you spit, tears cornering at your lash line. "How dare you turn your back on your little sister, on me ?" Your voice cracks but you try to put up a brave front, wiping the corner of your eyes. You can only stare at him in disbelief, even though your hands itch to bring him closer to you, to hold him and to at least try to understand his sudden change of heart.

Luke attempts to step forward but you pull back and he can hear his own heart breaking. He runs a hand over his face before answering you with a shaky sigh: "Look, I’m doing this for everyone at camp, for us ! I want us to live free of that burden. We deserve so much more than what the gods have to give !" His voice falters and he clears his throat. "I don't want to wake up one morning and find out you're gone because of them, because you went on a stupid quest for the sake of your parent who can't even bother to acknowledge you !" He looks at you fondly and sighs. "Do you remember the time I came back from the quest Hermes sent me on ? You were so scared something had happened to me. I can't let that happen again. I can't let that happen to you. I want to protect you, to protect us ! You- you're all I have."

Tears fall freely as you shake your head, hugging yourself in an attempt to calm down. "There’s got to be another way, you can’t… You can’t do this Luke ! I-" you sob.

And you feel so afraid yet you don’t know whether you’re more scared of Luke himself or of the thought of losing him to something this insane. The cogs in your brain turn and turn but you can't bring yourself to drive him out of your life, not when you've seen him at his best and at his worst, when you've been by his side for so long you can't even remember.

In a few steps, Luke is engulfing you in a hug and all resolve you had to push him away crumbles within seconds. He rests his chin on the crown of your head while you cling to his shirt. He holds you tight, as if the mere thought of you walking out of his cabin would become true and you might vanish with the wind.

"Hey hey, it’s okay, we’ll… we’ll figure it out, we still have time." he whispers in your ear and you want to believe him, you really do.

Slightly pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, hands coming up to cup your face. With a sad smile, Luke's thumbs wipe your tearstained cheeks.

"There, don't cry," he tells you softly, "my pretty, pretty girl. You know I'll never let you go right ? I love you too much to be able to live without you."

His smile is genuine as his hand cautiously takes your own to place it on his chest, right where you can feel his heartbeat. "You’re here, always and forever, no matter what."

Luke's world had crumbled a long time ago, ever since he realized the gods were monsters in disguise. But now that he has you in his life, whatever's left of that sparkle of hope he had when he was fourteen (and when the world seemed so big yet so full of chances) shines brighter. You were the one who rebuilt everything from scratch, who fixed the gaping hole in his heart.

Your free hand comes up to brush his cheek, thumb trailing his scar. You wish you could close your eyes and pretend that the world isn't on the brink of disaster, that your Luke isn't about to change its course.

The love of your life starts again: "I'll be with you at any cost, believe me. And if anyone, so much as the gods or that new forbidden kid attempt to separate us, I'll walk- heck I'll drag myself back to you !"

His promise is sealed with a kiss and you're certain you'd follow him in a heartbeat: "for better or worse ?" you ask in a small voice, lips hovering over his.

He answers you with a smile and shiny eyes: "for better or worse."

#luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fluff #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #luke castellan angst #luke castellan fic #percy jackson imagine #pjo imagine

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 1 year ago

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OKAY it has been a day of being sad and panicky. Time to move.

Yesterday, I made a post detailing the cdc announcement that there will no longer be an isolation requirement for covid. If you are one of the thousands of people rightfully raging in my notes, here's some steps to focus on.

We're not gonna give up. I've seen quite a few comments with things like 'what's the point', 'why should I even try anymore' etc etc and what we're not gonna do is give them what they want! It helps the eugenics cause to be apathetic and listless. We've made it this far, we will continue to make it. I know it's hard, but I am at least right here with you. Give yourself whatever time you need to grieve, and then I need you to get up.

If you have stopped masking for any reason, or you haven't upgraded to a respirator style mask, now is the time to change or start. From now on, we will be living in a country where you could assume there are multiple covid positive people in the room with you at all times. Surgical masks will not handle that load, and cloth masks will be even less effective at that point. Obviously, this is an unprecedented situation we're putting these masks in, and I'm not gonna sit here and pretend to be an expert that can tell you with certainty that even respirators will hold up with this amount of viral load for a long period of time, but it's the best and strongest tool we have. I'm considering using my p100 more, so that's always something to consider as well (and they make you look like a cool raver when you wear them!!!). You can buy all sorts of masks here, there's more links in the comments of my original post, and most states have their own mask blocs. To find them, go to Instagram and type "[your state] mask bloc". Here is a google doc of verified advocacy groups and mask blocs all across the country here is a diy fit test kit you can buy for $30 (unfortunately they are sold out right now. shocker.) PLEASE remember to take a layered response in these times. Masks are not the only tool in our arsenal. PLEASE for the love of God keep up with your vaccinations. Make a corsi-rosenthal box or buy a high quality air purifier if you can afford it--at the very least our homes can be safe havens (you can even put a hepa filter on your furnace!!!! And in your car too!!!!!). Use CPC Mouthwash, nasal irrigation, and nasal sprays like this one. Make it a routine: you come home, you shower, you brush your teeth, you rinse your nose, you change your clothes. And, like I said in another one of my posts, DO NOT TAKE OFF THE MASK.

3. If you would like an outlet for your rage and you're into calling your reps, feel free to calmly but firmly let the cdc have it at these numbers!!!!!

[alt text: a tweet by user silly_paulie that reads:

"Disdain for the CDC unites us all. Call today and demand isolation policies be returned to 10 days, and reducing it further to 1 day would be criminally dangerous. Call both:

404-639-7000 (press 8)

800-232-4636"

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4. If you need more outlets for your rage, I STRONGLY encourage you to get involved with your local union. Moreso than calling the CDC, tbh. I've seen multiple comments telling people just to lie about your symptoms to get more sick time off, but since there's no legal precedent to allow employees sick time for covid, all that's gonna do is get people fired. I truly believe in my lefty heart that the ONLY way we're getting anything close to mitigation is through labor rights. Even the standard for the fucking flu is 3 days, and that's nowhere near as contagious or disabling as covid. I say this as a high risk person with a neuromuscular disability: covid is an intersectional issue, but where we have the most leverage to get what we need is through labor rights.

It is NOT safe for workers to be working while ill with a Level 3 Biohazard (same as TB and the FUCKING PLAGUE. Seriously we have more regulations around fucking lice)

It is NOT safe to willfully EXPOSE your employees to a Level 3 Biohazard

It is NECESSARY for all employees to be allowed up to 10 days to recover fully from Covid-19, in order to avoid possible further injury from or hospitalization

You will NOT die or be disabled for the sake of the wealthy!!!!!

(and while you're at it, ask for better air filtration too!!!! At least 5 air changes an hour, MERV-13 air filters!! Then we won't have to constantly worry about virus bs and policy changes in the first place!!!!)

5. Closing statements. Nothing has changed with covid, this is just policy. Covid still isn't magic, she still has to get in you before she can do damage--mask up, arm your home with clean air, and don't let her. It's always worse toward the end. This is not the time to give up, it's time to dig in your heels and get to work. There are so many good things happening with covid. They are finding encouraging treatments for long covid. Finally, after years of nothing, a new prophylactic for the high risk was submitted for emergency use to the FDA, and it looks like this time it's built to last against new mutations. Covid is here to stay for the rest of our lives, but the real science hasn't given up on taking the worst of its teeth out. We WILL get to the point where the extreme fear of catching covid is nothing but a bad memory for EVERYONE. All I need you to do is commit to the belief that you're gonna survive long enough to be in that moment with the rest of us.

Now stay safe, and give em hell!!!!!

#covid 19 #covid safe #covid advocacy #covid is not over #mask up #danger days: truffula flu simulator #truffula flu survival guide

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thelargefrye · 2 years ago

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GODS … mature one - shot | pt. one

pairing : emperor!san x princess!f!reader

genre : slight historical fiction, mature, dark, arranged marriage, second chance, slow burn, eventually smut

word count : 3.5k

warnings : language, blood / body gore, death / murder, hints of dismemberment, san is evil, name calling (stupid girl)

special birthday suffering tag : @sanjoongie please accept this as an early birthday present from your braincell

note : inspired by san's performance video that literally wrecked all of us. none of are safe from his power and this proved it. also this was getting a little too long so i decided to split it up into at least two parts

after your life is unrightfully taken from you, you take this second chance as a way to finally survive and make a difference for yourself. you were tired of being a prisoner and feeling unwanted.

the dining hall was empty except for you and a few guards and servants. not another soul sitting at the long dining table despite it being able to sit twenty people easily, if not more.

it bothered you that you ate alone. every meal, breakfast, lunch, and dinner was by yourself. honestly, a lot of things bother you, but you were never allowed to say what was on your mind. it bothers you that you eat alone, that you have no one to talk to, that your family willingly gave you up to some demon emperor. what bothered you the most is that your "husband" never even gave you the time of day and that you were forced to listen to the maids whisper and gossip about you.

you saw the look of pity in their eyes.

you don't want their pity. you've never wanted anything but freedom for the last three years you've been trapped in this palace.

you were supposed to marry someone who loved you. have a big ceremony and live happily ever after. instead... instead you were taken away from your family by emperor san and forced to marry him. you were a pawn to him in order to gain control over your kingdom.

a prisoner forced to spend the rest of her life trapped in a loveless marriage and life.

you do your best to push down the negative thoughts as you eat. not wanting to get choked up on tears and cry. you didn't want anyone to see you cry.

especially not these gossiping maids.

"i heard the emperor went to the brothel last night."

"again! does him and the princess not spend nights together?"

"of course not. his highness isn't interested in the princess. their quarters are on completely different sides of the palace. i'm surprised he hasn't killed her, yet."

"i am too."

you try your best to ignore them.

when you've finished eating, you get up from the lonely dining table and exit the room. the maids have their eyes casted downward as you walk past them, acting as if they hadn't just been talking about you. your personal guard, mingi, follows you down the hall.

you remember when you first arrived at the palace, san introduced you to mingi and explained how he will be your personal guard.

"don't try anything stupid, mingi has orders to kill you on sight if you do," san's words still haunt you. mingi wasn't here to protect you, but to watch over you and make sure you never tried anything stupid.

when you return to your quarters, you take your usual seat by your window. the window that overlooks most of palace's entrance and the palace wall that keeps you trapped. too high to climb and too far to even try to attempt to make a run for it. like san purposely chose this room for you as a way to mock you. to let you know that you will always be a prisoner.

still, you can't help but wonder if one day you'll be able to be free and live happily.

however, that will only remain a dream until san crushes it as well like he done to all your other dreams.

"ow," you hiss out, finger immediately coming to your lips to try and stop the small prick of blood. you guess that's what you get for getting lost in your thoughts while attempting to work on your embroider.

you look down at the small cloth with the flower design slowly being sewn into it. embroidering was the only thing that kept you sane in this prison. you're waiting for the day san takes this away from you as well.

"princess, are you alright?" a voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look up to see one of the other guards, yeosang, coming into your room.

"i'm fine. just pricked my finger," you say and he nodded his head.

"the emperor is here to see you," he says before stepping aside to let your husband enter your room. he walks in exuding so much power and authority and you hate it. you hate him for how much control he has. you're forbidden from entering the west wing – his quarters – of the palace, yet he's allowed to come in the east wing and even your room without having to ask. you hate it.

"girl," he begins, never has he addressed you by your name. always just 'girl' or 'stupid girl' when it comes to you, like you weren't of your name let alone your title. "pack your bag, i'm sending you back to your home kingdom for a week. you'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

his words take you by surprise. you'll be... returning home? after three years of being away from your family, you'll finally get to see them?

"r-really?" you ask, standing up and completely forgetting about your pricked finger.

"what are you deaf, girl. i'm not going to repeat myself," he says with an annoyed huff and turns to leave.

"wait!" he stops in his tracks at your voice, but he doesn't turn around to look at you. "why am i going? is everything alright?"

"when did you ask so many fucking questions? be grateful i'm sending you there in the first place," he doesn't say anything else before he takes his leave. the door to your bedroom slamming shut behind him and you immediately flinch at the sound.

"are you ready, princess?" yeosang's voice catches you off guard as you look up at the palace you had been trapped inside for three years. being in the front courtyard gives you a completely different set of emotions knowing that you will be away from this place. even if it is for a week.

you asked yeosang if san was going to come, but the guard completely avoided your question. you're not surprised he's not showing up, but it still hurts nonetheless.

then something else hits you.

"where's mingi?"

"he's had some last minute orders from the emperor," yeosang says, keeping his answer vague like always. "come, princess, we have a long trip ahead of us."

you don't say anything but instead silently climb into the carriage. once you're settled inside, the carriage begins to move and you can't help but look out the window watching as you leave the palace.

you couldn't help the smile that painted your lips knowing that you were finally getting to return to your family. you knew nothing could ruin this moment, not even your ruthless husband.

yeosang let out an exhausted breath as he ran towards the palace. the guards standing at their post immediately recognized their fellow soldier, even with his beaten and bruised body.

"yeosang!" the handsome guard recognizes the deep voice from anywhere and he immediately falls into mingi's arms. collapsing from his injuries, no longer able to stand. then mingi realized something as he and some other guards helped his friend. "where's the princess?"

yeosang looked at mingi with tearful eyes before he shook his head and mingi felt something in stomach twist.

"where's the princess, yeosang?"

"i couldn't... i couldn't– bandits ambushed us... i tried, mingi, i really did, but they–

yeosang couldn't finish his words due to how choked up he was getting, but mingi understood what his friend was trying to say.

"where is she?"

"she's in the forest," yeosang answered and mingi immediately set out on his horse with his best friend and fellow guard, yunho. the two were deep into the forest before they finally came across the carriage you had left in.

the entire carriage was destroyed, the wheels broken off and the main part crashed into a large oak tree. bodies of the driver and some others were laying, scattered around and blood was everywhere.

"mingi..." yunho is attempting to be strong as he watches his friend make his way towards the carriage door. it too had been broken and destroyed and the two guards noted how all of your luggage was gone. "those bandits took everything."

mingi ignored his friend in favor of opening the carriage door. however, instead of being met with an empty carriage, he was greeted with something worse.

"fuck!" mingi has to pull himself away from the carriage. tripping over the tree roots as he bends over and vomits. the sight in the carriage burned into his eyes even as he blinks. yunho watches his friend with concern before he's watching him breakdown and sob. tears running down his cheeks and snot running down his nose and over his chin from how hard his was sobbing. mingi's throat burned from when he threw up.

yunho looked between mingi and the carriage before taking several steps towards the carriage. mingi's voice repeating "oh god, oh god, i'm so sorry. please forgive me" is like a broken record in the background. and then yunho reaches over and opens the door and the sight within makes his whole being shake in terror.

when they arrived back to the palace, mingi carried a bag with him as they reached the throne room. san was sitting on his throne with his usually bored expression; however, mingi and yunho entering caught his attention.

"what's wrong with you two?"

"your highness," yunho begins, voice shaking as he starts to talk. however, yunho doesn't know what to say. he's at a loss for words.

"well? what the fuck is wrong you both?" san asks again, standing up and walking towards the two guards. mingi doesn't say anything except hand the bag over to him. "what is this?"

"your highness, the princess's carriage was attacked by bandits. yeosang managed to make it back, but..." yunho says, finally finding his words. he continues after a moment and at the same time san opens the bag. "the princess did not make it. we brought back... what was left of her."

the image of your body laying in the carriage burns in yunho's mind. he had never seen something as horrific before during his time as a soldier and especially done to an innocent woman like you. you did nothing wrong, just someone trapped in a situation you had no control over.

san says nothing as he looks inside the bag, letting the contents settle into his mind before he's carelessly dropping the bag onto the ground in front of his feet.

"oh well."

you can't help the scream that rips through your throat as you thrash around your bed. your covers flying everywhere before settling either back onto your bed or in the floor. your heart is beating rapidly in your ears and your eyes scan the room around you.

you couldn't help but let out another scream as your door is thrown open and in comes mingi with a concerned look.

"what's wrong, princess?" in any other moment you would have found his voice a comfort. but in this moment, you couldn't even find the proper words. the only thing leaving your lips were sobs as tears ran down your face.

it had felt so real, you thought as you curled yourself into a ball. you felt like you had actually died. alone in that forest as those bandits... no. you don't really want to think about it anymore.

"princess y/n?" mingi speaks again earning your attention as you look at him with tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

"i... i had a nightmare," you said as you wiped away your tears. you hated yourself for crying in front of someone, mingi especially. "sorry."

"ah, its alright, princess. just gave me a scare is all," he says before he's bowing his head towards you and leaving.

when the door closed behind him, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. your hands instinctively come up to your neck, feeling a slight ache course through your body. you try to push back the feeling as your stood you and made your way to your ensuite bathroom to get ready.

you remember when you first arrived how you had at least three handmaids to help you get ready, only helping you because they were afraid of san. however, once they realized san didn't care about you, they stopped doing their duty and showing up. only one continued to be loyal to you, yeri.

but then three months ago you found out that yeri only remained by your side because she wanted to try and get close to san. she knew she was a pretty woman and san went after any pretty woman. after she got what she wanted she too–

"princess y/n, what are you doing running your own bath?" the familiar feminine voice snaps you out of your thoughts. standing up from the the edge of the tub, you're surprised to see yeri standing at you bathroom door.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, a little surprised to suddenly see her in your room.

"hm? what are you talking about princess? i'm your handmaiden, i'm suppose to be here," she answers and something feels unease as seeing her settles in your stomach. something wasn't right.

you vividly remember the night you found san pinning her to the wall and her words that were meant to bring you down. "wouldn't you rather someone who could properly please you, your highness? someone much prettier than your ugly and boring wife?" you remember who she tilted her head to the side in a flirting manner, even twirling her hair as the word left her mouth a stabbed your heart.

you remember how san only smirked at her before continuing to have his way with her. right there in hallway and in the east wing – "your" wing.

you had thought she was a friend, but when you heard those words you immediately knew she wasn't. you trusted her and she betrayed that trust. she didn't care. she was like everyone else.

"here, princess, let me finish–

"stop talking," you cut her off, voice as cold as you could make it. you couldn't stand looking at her. "is this some sick and twisted joke to you?" you ask, glaring at her. yeri's face is immediately covered in confusion and she opens her mouth to say something. "get out. i don't need you to do anything for me."

"but princes–

"i said get out!" you've never raised your voice, but the longer you looked at her the more you realized that she was able to easily get what you could never have. san's attention.

you could have sworn you seen yeri's fake persona fall for a split second from your new attitude before she's turning on her feet and rushing out of the room.

you let your anger subdue before you're turning back to the tub and quickly turning off the water before it begins to overflow into the floor. because honestly that was the last thing you need right now after just waking up.

you allow the warm water engulf you and you let out a sigh as you sink into the water. your hair placed carefully on top of your head as a way to keep it dry, knowing it was going to be a pain to do if you got it wet. the ache and soreness in your body was still there all around you. your neck, wrist, arms, stomach, and legs all had a type of ache to them that you never experienced before.

maybe you should visit the palace doctor later, you think before you let your eyes close. however, once you close your eyes you are immediately brought back to your nightmare. the screams of the driver and other servants ringing in your ears, the carriage door ripping open and those bandits standing there and their swords shining despite the darkness of the night.

you suddenly open your eyes again in order to make sure you were still in your bathroom. eyes darting around the room as if those bandits would also be here. its only after several minutes does your heart rate calm down before you can even will yourself to get out the tub.

the water had grown cold.

"princess, are you alright? do you need to see the doctor?" one the maids ask when she notice you keep repeatedly rubbing your wrists and neck.

"i... i think i just slept wrong," you say in an attempt to brush her concern off.

"alright, princess, but if it gets worse please let someone know," she says and you nod and thank her before she's going back to her place with the other maids in the dining room.

"i heard she dismissed yeri this morning, yelled at her and told her to get out," one of the maid's said in a hushed whisper.

"really? that's surprising considering how much the princess liked her."

"i say yeri deserved it because of how she has been trying to sleep with the emperor."

trying? as if she hadn't done it yet? how is that possible when she did sleep with san three months ago?

the unsettling feeling reappears as you continue to think about yeri and the nightmare. something just wasn't clicking.

"excuse me," you say and one of the maids immediately come over to you.

"yes, your highness? what's wrong?"

"what... what month is it?"

"august, your highness."

"a-august?" your shocked by her answer. it was august? that was three months ago. how is this possible?

"p-princess are you alright? you look ill," her voice sounds far away as you begin to lose focus on the things around you. everything becomes blurry and you're quick to stand up. chair scraping along the floor before tipping over and falling to the floor.

you begin to walk away, ignoring the maids calling after you and even some of the guards, but you ignore them all. this was just some sick joke from all of them. from yeri, to mingi, to the maids, to san. you were supposed to be in october and spending a week with your family. not in fucking august with people who hated you.

you don't have time to comprehend anything else before your falling to your knees and passing out in the middle of the hallway.

after you had passed out, you had woke up in your bedroom with mingi, yeosang, and the palace doctor surrounding your bed along with a young maid.

the maid was the first to notice you awake and she immediately collapsed at your bedside with tears welling up in her eyes.

"oh, princess, i'm so glad that you're awake! we were all worried sick about you!" she said and your eyes moved from between her to the two guards and then the doctor.

"how do you feel, your highness?" the doctor asked and it took you a moment before you actually answered him.

"i'm fine," you answer despite how your body still aches, you force yourself to sit up. the young maid is quick to adjust your pillows for you as you do.

"you all can leave," you add on looking at the guards and doctor. mingi and yeosang as hesitant to follow your orders, but the doctor does so before giving you instructions to take it easy for the rest of the day. he also said that he would make sure your meals are delivered to your room and that he'll come back later.

when the three males leave, you are left alone with the maid. her doe eyes looking at you with concern as she keeps a watchful eye on you. that's when her name finally comes to you.

"yunjin..." you say trailing off as you remember that she was with you in the carriage. you remember watching as the bandits grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the carriage because she tried to protect you.

"yes, ma'am? do you need anything?" she asks, voice hopeful and waiting to help you. you remember she began working for you when hongjoong – san's advisor, had found out that you had no one helping you. you know he only assigned yunjin because he took pity on you like everyone else here.

however, yunjin followed you around and listened to every order you gave her. at first you were worried that she would be like yeri, only using you to see the emperor. as if you see him on the daily. but then you learned that yunjin was a devoted servant to you.

"is it... really august?" you asked her, still not able to wrap your head around everything.

"yes, princess."

what if... oh god, what if you did actually die that night? does this mean you are given a second chance? a second chance to survive and to make sure that you and yunjin and the other servants don't die.

but how were you going to do this?

and then you hear loud cheers and noises coming from outside and you have to force your body to crawl out of bed and over to the window. then you see him.

san walking through the gates and into the courtyard, a small army of followers around him. following him around like he was some god. then it clicked inside your brain.

if you were going to survive then you would have to gain his favor. deep down you know san was probably the one behind the "bandit" attack. so getting on his good side would get him to call off the bandit attack.

you were going to win over your ruthless husband.

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