#Theres something about “see you were made to obey me” that is so hot in its own way

[avesrinapproved]

Bucky and zemo are such a toxic pairing UGH I WANNA WRITE IT

#Im gonna write it #Theres something about “see you were made to obey me” that is so hot in its own way #Tfatws #bucky barnes #zemobucky

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Im your Daddy now

Story suggestion by @mergeatrois

I’ve always been fairly close with my Dad. I really appreciated all the effort he put in to provide a safe home for me! My Dad and I have the same interests but are still way different from each other. We’re both huge Football fans and love the San Francisco 49ers. One of the reasons my Dad and I were totally different from each other was im gay, its not like I made it my whole personality and was pushy about it. My Dad was really accepting and understanding but I still felt like he treats me different.

The next day

I was at home waiting for my Dad to come home when I heard a knock on the door. I looked outside and it was my Dad with another Guy? I opened the door and welcomed them both in with a smile confused. “Hey Lucas! this a friend of mine I go to the Gym with his name is Mike!” Dad said. “Hey dude nice to meet you!” Mike then winked at me with a grin on his face. “Hello!” I said confused. “We’ll both be in my room then we’ll head to the Gym, theres food in the fridge.” My Dad said. “Make sure not to come in unless you wanna see something.” Mike whispered to me. I was so confused but couldn’t help but find Mike really hot. I decided to take a peek inside my Fathers room when I saw Mike and my Dad Making out and having Sex! I couldn’t believe it why would they do it with me in the house?

It was so weird totally hot. My dick starting getting hard and I couldn’t help myself but jerk off while watching Mike dominate my Dad. Oh how I wish I could be my Dad. I starting touching my dick grabbing it and jerking off, I imagined Mike fucking my asshole which made me reach my climax. Once I shot my hot steamy load I accidentally let out a moan which caused Mike to see me through the little open door and thats when he starting thrusting even more causing my Dad to moan like hell.

They finally stopped and I went to my room like nothing happened. My Dad came into my room and said he was going to the Gym with Mike, He then kissed me on my forehead. Before they left Mike said he forgot something and came up stairs into my room. “Hey Luke.. did you enjoy seeing your dad get fucked by a big alpha dominant man like me?” He said. “Why do you want me seeing that?” I said confused. “Here.” Mike said and gave me a bottle of cologne. “See you soon.” Mike said then left. I was confused as why he would give me a Cologne bottle.

Night Time

My dad finally came home from the Gym if he even went to the Gym. “Hey bud how did you like Mike?” My father said. “He was fine I guess.” I said. “Well, I have something important to tell you.” “What is it?” I said. “Mike and I are engaged, and we are getting married in two weeks.” My Father said. “Woah dad you did an amazing job at pretending to be straight!” I said. “Im sorry if you felt like I treated you different because you were gay son.” My Father said sincerely. “Its fine dad im glad you can tell me.” “Well goodnight bud” My Father kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. My Father has never showed me that much affection and I got a little turned on. Oh how I wish I could live as my Dad, being a daddy, old, and sexy. I tried and tried to go to sleep but just couldn’t. I grabbed the cologne Mike gifted me and looked at the back, Wish Cologne: Spray this cologne and wish away! I sprayed the Cologne with hope that I could become my Dad. I waited and waited for something to happen but nothing happened. I went to sleep hoping I would wake up as my Dad.

In the Morning,

As I woke up I felt somebody at my side.

“Hey gorgeous, ready to take my morning wood Lucas?” Lucas? How does he know its me? “Oh i’ve been wanting you this whole time, now obey me and licky my armpits boy.” Luke said. Lukes balls kept hitting my ass like a battling ram while his long thick dick kept inserting my hole filled with his hot steamy sperm. My Son interrupted our personal time, “What are you looking at Richard? Come over here and let your Dad fill your ass with cum.” Luke said. I inserted my Huge manly dick into my son while he moans. “Like that lil boy? Im your daddy now.”

Im really sorry for not posting in a while! I’ll be sure to make more stories and be active! Comment Story suggestions! ❤️

#bodyswap #himbotransformation #hunktransformation #m2f transformation #male body swap #male tf #male transformation #malebodypossesion #father to son #male body possession #dad and son body swap #menbodyswap #bodyswitch #maletf

[screechingtiresandfire]

Hi hello beloved do you have any thoughts for brat!phoebe with dommes!jucy? <33

rpf and smut under the cut. do not open if thats not for you.

this is a triple whammy for the other 2 asks who wanted brat!pb. yall are so real.

ok hear me out. i know we have talked a lot about dommes!jblu who dont put up with any shit whatsoever but what about domme!jblu who are way too sweet and spoil the shit out of their little brat?

think of phoebe bothering lucy while she’s reading and starts acting up waiting for lucy to lose her temper and do something about it. but instead lucy puts down her book and tucks phoebes hair behind her ear and coos something like “aw does my sweet brat want to be punished?” and that little menace is stunned into silence for the first time in her life.

instead of getting “mad” or playing into the brat tamer role she just sweetly calls out

“jb, honey, will you come in here?” as phoebe realizes this is not gonna go her way. next thing you know julien is at the door like

“hey whats u-“ and immediately sensing the vibe of the room “oh is our girl too shy to ask for what she wants?”

phoebes face gets sooo hot. theres something so staunchly humiliating about putting on a tough bratty act only to have her dommes see right through it. shes not even sure she has ever thought of it that way. but now, thanks to her insightful (and slightly evil) partners, she sees her bratty nature for what it is. shes not a fierce brat who needs to be put in check, shes just a needy sub who wants to be taken over someone knee and made to feel small but is too shy to ask for it outright.

she is quickly snapped out of her thoughts when julien walks over to the side of the bed where phoebe is sitting and plants a kiss on her forehead.

“do you want to tell us how you were hoping lucy would punish you?” asks jb sweetly.

once again speechless, phoebe hides her face in juliens neck. she can feel her dommes silent conversation as julien gently pulls her face away from her chest and turns her to face lucy who asks

“why dont you come lay across my lap and let mommy spank you?

and of course, phoebe obeys.

OOPS IF YOU SEE THIS NO YOU DIDNT

[leossmoonn]

Temptation

masterlist

pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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*gif isn't mine*

“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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[danicarosaline]

Until i met you

𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

The anon request: G’day gorgeous, was wondering if i could request jj x kook reader! Shes rlly great friends w/ rafe, topper, kelce but somehow ends up falling for a pogue(jj) and she keeps the lil crush a secret from her friends? fluff if you will🥰

Warnings: swear words, fluff & angst (theres a punch on)

A/N: reading my own fics makes me cringe for some reason lolol anyways, i hope y’all like this one!! 🌸✨

For the sake of the story, JJ works at a cafe called ‘The Milk Bar’ & he’s a barista there.

You perch yourself onto a dark blue beach towel, not quite sure if it was yours or Kelce’s since your towels were almost identical. It was high noon and the sun beat down with intense ferocity that caused sweat to trickle down your neck and back as a few strands of baby hair clung to your forehead. You felt like you were showering in your own sweat and even though this big old tree hovered above the four of you, sheltering y’all from the sun just a tad and a cold drink stowed in your left hand, it still wasn’t enough for the heat to be bearable.

Not to mention that the sand was far too hot to walk on. whose idea was it to flee to the beach on the hottest day of the summer? the sidewalk was hot enough to fry an egg for crying out loud.

“Whose idea was it to come here?” Kelce whined as if he read your mind. Topper clicks his tongue from where he stood, turning himself around to face Kelce with an annoyed expression. “I'm sorry man, I thought it would be a good idea okay? sorry for suggesting” he replies with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“Whatever dumbass”

“You know what Kelce, you’re a dick”

“What? how?”

“You’ve done nothing but complain the entire time we’ve been out and I’m-“

“Yeah, I don't care- how come your pool is malfunctioning itself when we need it the most? Explain yourself Top”

“I have literally explained it twice already! have you not been list-“

“Will you two shut up for a fucking second?” Rafe bellowed as he ran a hand through his soaked blond locks, fingers hovering just above the screen of his new Iphone.

You chuckled lightly at the three in front of you, bringing up the cold water bottle to your lips for the hundredth time that day. “It was a good idea at the time Toppy, but right now it’s just way too hot to walk around this sand” you factually state, smiling up at the pouty boy sweetly.

“Shall we leave then and go back to my place?” Kelce suggested and you nod enthusiastically. This heat was getting worse by the minute and you were sure that you would pass out at any moment. Rafe waves a hand in the air, not having a single care about the conversation and where the group ends up at, his attention still glued to his phone. Topper’s shoulders deflate a little. Seemingly annoyed at his friends for wanting to leave the beach so suddenly but an idea crosses his mind.

“Yo why don’t we head to the Milk Bar first? I heard that place sells the best ice cream on the island and it’s not even that far from here!”

A pretty hostess around her mid twenties welcomed you once the four of you arrived at the small cafe Topper had suggested and as you drink in the aroma of the place you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t all that from what you heard from the other kooks, charitably speaking. But it was definitely very well decorated with it’s interior warm and cheery and colourful walls and it’s ridiculous amount of flower pots. It was simple, but nonetheless cute in it’s own way.

You were about to scold the boys for looking like a bunch of perverts ogling at the pretty hostess but before you could do so, a cute barista behind the marbled countertop caught your eye. His blond hair was unruly; tied up into a tiny cute bun at the top of his head and a loose black shirt covering his frame along with a brown apron.

Damn those arms. You tilt your head thoughtlessly to get a better angle of the way his arms flex through his tee, not at all realizing how you look to the others who stared at you with curious eyes.

“Oh fuck no”

You snapped out of your daze and angled your neck to look at Rafe who was sitting beside you, his brows furrowed, lips formed into a somewhat frown. You took one last glance at the blond barista and then back at the other blond next to you. Not quite understanding why Rafe all of the sudden became tense. You were the new kook on the island and have only been around for about three or four months, give or take? After all those months of being around the three, insanely attractive kooks, you never actually took notice on how protective these boys had become over you. ‘Never get yourself involved with a pogue. They are dirty, weak and all around devious’ was one of the rules you had to commit to. Ridiculous i know, but you loved the friends you came to know so you obeyed.

“That blondie over there? He’s a pogue and the worst one possible so don’t even think about going there” Rafe asserts protectively and you felt intimidated under his intense stare. Not knowing what to say, you just nodded in response and Rafe gave your nose a gentle boop, end of conversation.

“-whatever Kelce, anyways, who's paying?” Topper speaks with a mouthful of strawberries in his mouth, making you grimace at the sight before you. You reached over the table to close his mouth and hand him a few serviettes for the mess he made around himself.

“Not me”

“Yeah, not me either!”

“Nhut meh”

“Ew Toppy eat with your mouth closed for the love of god! And don’t worry you idiots, i'll pay” you offered with the roll of your eyes. For a bunch of rich kids they sure don’t wanna pay for themselves. ‘You’re richer than us combined’ Rafe would announce childishly whilst the other two agreed with certainty. What a bunch of dorks.

Upon making it at the front counter, you feel yourself freeze as you come face to face with the cute barista you had your eyes on. You couldn’t identify the colour of his eyes from the distance of where you sat but evidently, they were ethereally a deep ocean blue that was so full of life. He had smooth sun-kissed skin and if you lean in just a bit, you could see the small freckles sprinkled about like confetti. This boy was beautiful from head to toe it seems and there was no denying that.

“Hello, how was everything miss? Have our desserts reached up to your satisfactions?” He asked, the tonality of his voice sounded just as good as he looks. You reply back with an audible yes, biting down on your bottom lip slightly out of a nervous habit. After all, you were always the shy type. Especially around handsome strangers such as- you took a glimpse at the name tag pinned on the strap of his apron- JJ. Handsome strangers such as JJ.

“I especially loved the coffee chocolate um..” you trail off, having forgotten the name of the dessert you ordered but luckily JJ knew exactly what you were referring to. “Ah yes, the coffee chocolate ripple ice cream. That’s everyone's go-to around here” the blond chuckles and you nod. “I’m not surprised to be honest, coffee ice cream slaps! It’s the best out of all the other flavors i reckon”

He didn’t match your enthusiasm for the flavour, since chocolate was his favourite, but then your eyes lit up and the prettiest of grins decorated your undoubtedly stunning features, making him swoon at the pure sight. He claimed that it was his favourite ice cream, just so he could see that smile on your face again. He thought he’d seen you somewhere before. Definitely not a past hook up because how could he forget such a pretty face? His eyes flashed towards your table and then back at you. As if a lightbulb had been switched on in his mind, his eyes widen when his brain contemplated on who you were. He asked for your name and sure enough, you were the one he was thinking of. The new kook from Figure Eight. The chick who was glued to Rafe’s side at all times, Topper’s best friend and Kelce’s family friend. JJ hated those stuck up, pieces of shits and he wanted to despise you by simply being around them, but he felt drawn to you. The reasoning for that is unknown to him, so unusual and unfamiliar. Maybe it was because you looked angelic standing in front of him and the innocence radiating off of you got him believing that you were different from the rest.

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“Is this even a top?”

You reached out toward your maroon curtains and drew it aside in one swift motion, spinning back around to rummage through the diverse of clothes sprawled across the bed. JJ held a white lace up, silk crop top in his hands, observing it attentively with arch brows. “Where’s the back of this shit?” He asked, pulling on the strings to untangle it from the soft material.

“Dude it’s supposed to be a backless top and stop pulling on the strings! You’ll ruin it!” Snatching the top out of his hands, you throw him the white tee he accidentally left at your house last week. That’s what led you both here actually, getting ready together for another boneyard party, with your clothes all out and about everywhere messily because JJ’s favourite top was missing from his own closet. He ran to you without a second thought, already knowing that if he somehow loses something of his, it will undoubtedly be at your house.

After your first encounter with the blond at the Milk Bar, (that seemed like it was just yesterday but in fact it was almost a year ago now) JJ had been nothing but an amazing friend to you since. Much to the dismay of your three boy-friends.

JJ kept in touch with you after the countless amount of times he ran into you at a boneyard party. Never had he met anyone who could drink him under the table up until you, hence, wanting to keep you as close as possible. You got along with his friends well, too well to be exact as if you were a pogue yourself, and it was only the way you dressed and styled your hair that made you look so out of place with them. They loved you nonetheless, more so than they could admit but you were still a kook that was slumming it with the kooks, with Rafe out of all people.

“Thanks cutie” JJ reaches over his head to undress, replacing his gray cut off tank with the shirt you handed him. After months on end of watching this guy undress in front of you, whether that would be at the beach or him wanting to have a shower in your bathroom, it still made your heart flutter and butterflies to erupt in your belly. “Liking the view babe? Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer” he flirts, winking and blowing a kiss your way.

With a click of your tongue, you swat at the hands he raised to pinch your cheeks, puffing them out in frustration when JJ tugged on the strands of your hair like a toddler. “Piss off Jay” turning away from the touchy blond and headed to the bathroom. “Nah you love me!” He calls out and you scrunch up your nose, voicing out an audible gag. “Hey i heard that!”

“Yeah you were meant to”

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The waves rolled in, churning across the sand on the shore as the sun began to set like it does naturally. Teenagers were laughing and swaying their hips to the music that was booming out of the big speakers you offered to pay not long ago, as a gift from you to the pogues. Your eyes wandered from person to person, trying to spot your kook friends from where you sat on the log and when you couldn’t find them anywhere in the crowd you slowly brought your eyes back on your favourite blond, who held his gaze at you expectantly. Like he was waiting on a response. Oh wait.

“Oh sorry JJ, what did you say?”

“I think she’s had enough to drink”

“We literally just got here like an hour ago Pope” JJ says comically, bringing the beer he held up to his lips. Blue eyes still fixated on your frame. “Yeah so, as i was saying Y/n/n, do you remember that time you had to tell your dad that i was gay because he caught me in your room once?”

you laughed aloud at the memory whilst the others around you did so as well. “I got in so much trouble dude, you have no idea.” From the corner of your eye you caught a familiar bright red button up shirt. Twisting your head and narrowing your eyes in that direction, you can clearly make out Rafe’s broad shoulders arrayed in the red button up, Topper’s fat head and Kelce’s dark skin. You’re sure they haven’t seen you yet because otherwise they would have been dragging your ass back to where they occupied themselves. Surrounded by bimbo, fake breasted tourons.

You tensed when you felt a presence beside you. JJ had his ring clad fingers at the nape of your neck, massaging the skin affectionately whenever he sensed the stress emitting out of you. Leaning into his touch, you casted your attention away from your three best friends and focused on the one who held your heart. “You good?” He asked worriedly, his voice was smooth and velvety. You felt those butterflies again knowing that he was only this soft around you. “The three musketeers are here” you murmured, counting the faint freckles on his cheeks and nose.

JJ sat a little straighter to peek over your head, spotting Alvin and his chipmunks almost immediately. “Rafe’s wearing the brightest red shirt i have seen” he cringed, causing a giggle to escape your lips at the disgusted look on JJ’s face. “I know, we all hate it but it’s his favourite, so”

“I’m surprised you actually let him go out like that? Aren’t you a fashion freak?” You boop his nose with your finger, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth when you became aware of the close proximity. JJ was so close that you would almost kiss him if he moved an inch. He so desperately wanted to claim those lips but what if it was a bad idea?.

It was definitely a bad idea. What if she reciprocated though? He thought. You didn’t move, nor did he. JJ was gazing at you like he was looking far beyond the makeup and for once, you didn’t feel insecure or nervous under his gaze. You felt loved and cared for. Nobody has looked at you the way JJ Maybank does.

Those ocean eyes fall onto your lips so quickly you almost missed it. Your hands start to sweat just as they shake. He’s leaning forward and your instinct was to swerve and avoid kissing a pogue before Rafe and the others see but you find yourself mirroring his actions. fluttering your eyes shut, his chapped lips brush yours lightly, before planting them on your delicate ones completely. Your heart hammered in your chest, not sure if you felt light headed because of the alcohol you consumed or from the way lips danced with yours perfectly.

You were hauled away from JJ as fast as the kiss had happened, and suddenly people came from every direction to surround the group of you. Topper had JJ in a headlock, with Rafe continuously ramming his fist to JJ’s stomach. “Rafe no! Stop!” Kelce’s grip was strong on your waist, keeping you solid in his embrace. You kicked and screamed for Rafe to stop. The stubborn bastard not hearing a single word you screeched.

“Rafe please, enough! Topper let him go!”

John B and Pope come into view, throwing themselves at the two kooks heedlessly whilst Sarah and Kie bellow for the fight to stop. You elbow Kelce in the stomach, causing his grip on you to loosen and seeing this as an opportunity, you shove at his chest forcefully. Kelce falls flat on his side and you keep a mental note to apologise to your friend later. Recklessly, you dash through the fight. Avoiding the swinging hands and massive bodies as Sarah cries out your name in a panic, worried that you’d end up getting trampled by the boys.

“J- JJ!” You fell on your knees and scooped up the blond’s head, inspecting his face for any new bruises besides the faint ones he already had. JJ only sported a bleeding lip and you were terrified to see what work Rafe’s done to his stomach. “Rafe what the hell is wrong with you?!” Your voice cracked when you shouted, which captured Rafe and Topper’s attention. “That dickhead harassed you!” Topper barked, like the drama queen he was. “No he didn’t you fucking idiot Top, i kissed him!”

“Why Y/n? Do you like this dirty pogue now? He’s nothing but a scum on this Island”

“No he’s not Rafe, I love him!!”

The world seemed to stop spinning. The words passing through your lips before you could stop them from slipping. JJ’s eyes widen, as do the multiple eyes around you. Your face conveyed an emotion Rafe simply did not understand, but the way you pulled JJ further into your chest, with your brows sloped downwards in a serious expression made his eyes glazed over. “You love him?” The kook leader asked melancholy. JJ lifts up a comforting hand to wipe away the tears that flowed down your warm cheeks. “Yes Rafe. I love him”

“You love him?!”

“Oh my god- yes Toppy, i said it already!!”

“Say it again” JJ pleads.

“Rafe i’m sorry.” You affirm, sniffling, and trying your best to blink calmly when you felt your eyes start to well up with tears again. You helped JJ to his feet, placing a firm hand on his chest when he clenched his fist and started to walk forward, probably to start the fight up again. JJ stared at Rafe menacingly, but Rafe couldn’t focus on anything but you. His blood boiled seeing you locked under the pogue’s arm. “No, I’m sorry” was the last thing he said before stalking away and dragging two of your best friend’s by the arm.

“W- wait Rafe!? Y/n/n!” Topper hollers, stressfully prying off the tight clutch Rafe had on his arm but to no avail. “I’ll call you later Top, I promise!” The whines from Topper trails off as the three of them disappear from your sight. You internally hoped that Kelce wouldn’t run his mouth to your parents about JJ and the fight that went down at the boneyard. You were in enough trouble as it is.

You cup your face in your hands, sighing heavily. The anxiousness creeped up your spine like a cobra and you wanted nothing more than to lie down in the soft mattress of your bed and maybe with JJ too? To be completely honest, you weren’t quite sure what kind of feelings the playboy harbors for you because of all the mixed signals that you had to endure through the long months of knowing him. You opened your mouth and prepared to belt out your frustrations when you were suddenly stopped by a pair of lips. JJ drew away quickly and caressed both your cheeks with his freezing hands, leaning in so his forehead rested on yours.

“No one has ever loved me before” he pecks your lips in a swift kiss. “Truth be told, I have never been in love, but that was until I met you and never did it cross my mind that a spoiled kook like yourself could keep me grounded” JJ chuckles at his own cheesiness, pulling you closer by the waist. Your ears perk up on the cheers and the clapping from everybody who witnessed the whole scene, including your pogue friends who cheered JJ on for getting the girl.

“Wanna do something cliche, and possibly cringy?” You asked the blond. JJ tilts his head amusingly and before he could answer, you were dragging him away towards the shore, skipping in your steps all the while JJ rolls his eyes playfully with the shake of his head at your silly antics.

Sarah watches you spurt away with JJ, the hint of sympathy tinges at her heart for her brother who she perceived was in love with you. Rafe can be an impulsive dick at times, hard headed and a weirdo but the thing he had most in common with Maybank was that Rafe also never loved anyone up until he met you.

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Alright next part of mutant au

Zuke has finally arrived to eve’s district and boy does the conversation go south fast

Eve is just... so angry

She makes it clear she thinks zuke abandoned her and zuke has no idea what shes talking about

Most of this fight is dodging and talking/arguing

Thing is zuke and eve had been running away ftom horrible humans that kept them prisoner, at one point they wind up seperated

While running zuke fell down a cliff and the humans presumed him dead, he survived obviously but eve was recaptured while he was out

Some mutants from vinyl city found him and brought him back to be healed

By the time he woke again 3 days had passed and he had no idea where he was

He also found the humans were long gone with nadia from his rescuers

It took another week to heal and he’s got back problems from it

At some point, about 2 weeks later tatiana rescues nadia from the humans

She had been outside of the city making sure they were far away cause they had been close to discovering them when she found them with nadia

After rescuing her and taking her back to the city she gave her time to heal

It took nadia a long time to trust anyone again because to her, it seemed zuke abandoned her and saved himself

Especially when years passed before they had contact again (nadia learned he was in the city but zuke didnt know till after mays kidnapping given that she went by eve)

Zuke actually has to start fighting back which doesnt help especially with a particularly hard blow is landed on her head

It isnt till after eve retreats into her own dimension that theyre able to talk things out, somewhat. Eve at least understands he didn’t abandon her but she seemed really disoriented

Zuke asked her where may was and she seemed to be even more confused when he heard may shout

He left her dimension in a hurry to try and find may, since she was defeated, her other dimensions should have disappeared and dumped their contents back into reality

Unfortunately by the time he gets to where he heard may theres nothing. Just some scorch marks leading out the door

Kliff calls and tells him he needs to go and face the head of nsr, tatiana, in order to get may back and stop all of this

It later occurs to zuke as hes heading to face tatiana that kliff called him and knew what happened

Without zuke telling him

Tatiana

During the talk with eve tatiana had shown up. It didnt take her long to track down where may was held. After a bit of a scuffle, cause may did not go down without a fight, she was able to winnand knock may unconcious.

Thing is while may is strong she has poor control. And tatiana is stronger. I mean fire and time powers so. Yeah.

May wakes up in a chair at nsr tower on the upper floor. Before her with their back turned is tatiana.

“Awake i see.”

May finds she cant move desite not being tied down or anything.

“Dont bother. I used my time abilities to freeze your body in place. You will wait here for our meeting.”

“M-meeting?” May cant help but to feel nervous.

“You dont think i run this on my own do you? I have an individual at my side that needs to meet our newest members of nsr. And help to prepare them.”

“Im not gonna to join nsr! Zuke will bust me out of here and-“

“I plan on him coming. He’s a perfect addition as well. Since you two seem to make a good team, i’ll likely put him in your district.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“To protect others.”

“No? Why are forcing them into this, taking them away if they dont want to? Why-“

“Enough. Your friend has arrived.”

Zuke manages to get up to the tower, finding that these fights are a lot harder without may. He sees may in the chair and goes to rescue her only to be stopped by tatiana. The two fight eachother, with zuke barely being able to avoid losing. Zuke gets knocked down but before tatiana can freeze him too may attacks from behind.

Zuke managed to fight her long enough that she was letting her power on may slip till may could move again. The two fight her side by side till they win. With a very disoriented tatiana on tge fround they realized that all the artists seemed confused and lost after their defeat. As they wonder that out loud, a voice interrupts them.

Kliff

Kliff shows up at the end of the fight congratulating them for helping form a new nsr. And joining it as their newest members.

Theyre understandbly confused when this happens, but dumbfounded when kliff reveals who they really are

Theyre the real head as nsr as they revealed, and kliff has been controlling everyone by force

kliff is a psychic genius, but his powers arent strong enough to control so many prople, much less ones as strong as the nsr artists

So he made chips that went in heads to amplify their powers, mainly his mind control powers, and when he hot a hold of sayus team he was able to make them upgrade the chips, but had no need to use em yet

However the chips had been wearing off, and he no way to get the update into them cause they had weakened do much he was shut out unless the artists were severly weakened

Kliff tricked b2j into fighting nsr to weaken them so the chips could be reprogrammed to be stronger, while simultaneously getting the two out of hiding so they can be controlled as well

Zuke is still confused but mayday stiffens remembering the injury she woke up to in eve’s realm

“Seems one off you figured it out”

“Wh-may?”

Mayday

He activate the chips and while its a bit useless on tatiana given how weak she is, it works well on mayday

Zuke is frozen st first seeing mayday gets into a fighting stance at him and is blown off his feet when she attacks

Zuke mainly dodges and tries to talk to her as she attacks mercilessly

Zuke is reluctant having to fight her but when nothing he says snaps her out of it, he realizes he has no choice

The fight isnt easy as mays powers out match his easy in power

However he has one advantage over her

Control

May is strong, but has poor control over her powers

So he uses that against her to make her powers backfire on her till he manages to win

She collapses to the ground and doesnt move and this freaks zuke out till he finds her pulse

Kliff part 2

Now zuke is beyond pissed, with may out cold by his feet

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Kliff (k): see you will be a perfect canidate. Tatiana was right, you two make a good team.

“Why are you even doing this?!”

K: “why? WHY?! HUMANS! THAT’S WHY!”

K: humans are vile disgusting creatures that hunt torture and kill us for sport or entertainment or some bullshit holier than thou attitude, pretending they were some kind of savior for humanity!

K: I am going to build up the strongest mutants and unify them, to protect the weaker who cant fight back. And any human that dares to stumble across here? The artists will KILL them.

“Wtf kind of logic is that?! Youve taken away their will and are trying to make them into killing machines!”

K: hah. It doesnt matter if you understand, you just need to obey.

“You know for someone who hates humans so much, you sure sound like some ive met before.”

This pisses kliff off and the fight starts though its not much of one

Like i said kliff is a weak pyschic relies on controlling stronger mutants in order to get what he wants

So he’s easily beaten

So Kliff activates something on the satellite, it was meant to send out a beam over the city to control everyone all at once

But it wasnt ready and kliff causes it to short circuit and fall

Zuke panics cause hes the only one at ready to stop it but then tatiana and may start coming around, cause when the satellite went out of commission so did the signal that Kliff was using to amplify his powers and control over them

It mostly happens like it does with thr original game in stopping the satellite including kliff getting smacked, but with more confusion because Tatiana doesn’t really know who they are since she’s been under control for so long

They stop the satelite and kliff keeps trying to fix it so he can regain control before eventually slinking off

The end kind of has them all talking and figuring out what’s happened and where to go from there

They keep nsr around but allow others being controlled to go free once their chips are removed and actually make it a place of protection, rather than the oppresive fear it had been before

And there is a lot of aftermath stories if you all have questions about them

#no straight roads au #nsr au #nsr #no straight roads #nsr tatiana #nsr mutant au #nsr mayday #nsr zuke #nsr kliff #nsr eve

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Rodrick heffley: Keep quiet

tw: possession and degrading

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"I cant believe she would do that to you!" you say with a short giggle, you look at Rodricks adorable face and my smile grew bigger knowing that the only time hes genuinely happy and laughing is around you. "I was so totally shocked when she bit me, my dick hurt for like the following week." He stroked his fingers through his semi-short hair and continued on his painful story on how he lost his virginity.

You and Rodrick have been talking for 2 and a half months now, you and him have an extreme connection despite the fact that you are totally opposite. You like to wear softer colored clothes and get good grades in school, and Rodrick well... doesn't. He doesn't give a shit what people think or say about him and just goes the way he wants to, Thats what you've always adored him, you were jealous of that.

Sometimes  you question how your friends with a guy as corrupted as him.

But when ever you converse the words just spill out of you, it actually feels like hes engaged and actually willing to hear more and learn about you. You've never experienced anything like that before. Speaking that most of your exes just used you for sex.

Whenever your around Rodrick, you feel like yourself. What ever you are scared to be in front of everyone else you show it to him and he strangely accepts it. Obviously, you would even consider him your best friend or 'pal' But lately ... the way he touches you isnt very 'pal-like' . Although it may seem like something small, he would massage your knee and work his way down your smooth thigh, stopping right before he reaches your inner thigh; slowly massaging that area and leaves you wanting more of him.

It could be when your hugging and he lowers his hands from your waist to your hips.. Stuff like that may not seem large but it speaks louder and clear that theres sexual tension in the air.

Rodrick finished up his tragic v card story and you both giggled, Rodrick then abruptly stopped laughing and his once loud laugh turned into a snarky smile. "What's with the smirk." you say smiling nervously not knowing what he will do.

"Are you a virgin?" He says, "Nah." You respond back to him. "Ive only had sex with 2 people though."

Yea you weren't a virgin (at all) but man when you had sex it was just beyond awful, terrible. Butterflies grew in your stomach as you watched him bite his cheek in amazement.

"Wow, Little miss Y/N getting freaky in the sheets." he teased, you droopily looked down at your swinging feet hanging off your bed and sighed before admitting, "Well it wasn't exactly good.. if fact it was absolutely dreadful." , "Well i wanna hear this to see if its just as bad as mines."

You adjusted yourself to lean against the white headboard, looking at Rodrick who was seated at the end of the bed. You wrapped your arms around your pillow and started reminiscing on how you lost your virginity at the ripe old age of 17.

"Well it was a party that was at some random guys house.. gee I dont even remember his name... I think it was like tony or something like that.","We were in this small group with other people in our grade, we were bored so we decided to play 7 minutes in heaven.." , "and it was my turn to spin the bottle, sadly."...

flashback

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(skip if you dont like the extra length.)

You anxiously spun the bottle, hoping that it would stop on your crush, Luke Hannington.  The bottle spun and everyone watched in awe.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as the bottle started to decelerate and fixate on a person.. tense but hopeful , you look up at the person the bottle focused on.

Luke.

You tried to hold back your sheer excitement and joyfulness, but it quickly came to a halt after seeing your crushes nonchalant, monotone, bored face. 'He was probably hoping for someone hotter' you think yourself pathetically.

Everyone sneakily snickered and whispered in each others ears after seeing his disappointed face and disgusted eyes.

You felt like bursting into tears after feeling the way you did. You felt hideous.

"So ill set the timer, the closet is on your left sweetie."  The host said, obviously trying to hold back her sneaky remarks until you get in the closet.

He quickly gets up and speed walks to the closet, you followed, fondling your fingers and biting the skin off your lip.

You got to the closet, atleast he was sweet enough to hold the door open for you.

You sat down on the carpeted floor, hassling all the jackets and coats off of you. Luke frantically searched for the light so we can actually see in this closet and took a seat after.

He closed the door and minutes later you heard it lock from the otherside, "Begin, lovebirds!"

The only thing that began was the pure awkwardness and his uncomfortable glances. "So um.." You tried to start a convo but failed at it miserably, nothing you were doing was working, he would always give this stupid uncomfy look or mess with his collar. You were milliseconds away from kicking the door down and leaving this stupid party.

"Im sorry." he said noticing your frustration, "I dont think your ugly or anything.", "Ive had sex before, but not with strangers."

Stranger. Neat.

Tension arosed in the closet after he asked out of no where, "Have you ever been fingered before?" ,"I think im a pro if i say so myself."

You nodded your head no, "Im a virgin..","Ive always wanted to though.." You tried to say seductively hoping to make him hard.  "Open your legs." He sternly demanded, you obeyed and did just that.

He pulled off your cotton panties and felt you up and down, then awkwardly slid a finger in. You gasp surprised, hoping he would've given more foreplay. "Um.." You moan as he fingered you in an accelerating pace , rubbing your left lip thinking it was your clit.

You felt second hand embarrassment for him, Luke Hannington doesn't know where the clitoris is?

You were drying out and getting turned off by his loud grunts and heavy breathing, actually thinking he was doing something. "Somebody lied to this man.." You said in your head. "No way do i actually have to fake an orgasm for this psychopath to stop."

You prepped yourself and tried replicate the girls off of pornhub, "Oh yes!" you moaned as you shook your legs frantically, a smile grew upon his face as he went faster. "Im gonna-" You dramatically puff your chest up faking an intense orgasm.

He stopped and swiped the sweat off of his forehead, "Good right?" , "Great, i bet you i wont  even be able walk straight!" You moan, you cheesily snapped your fingers and giving him finger guns to throw him off your awful acting.  The timers alarm rung, "Finally." You thought to yourself.

You stood up and walked out of the closet just fine.

You got back to the group who were snickering and giggling like a bunch of pre-schoolers.

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end of flashback

"Bad but not as bad as mines." He chuckled competitively, "Whatever." You threw a pillow at him. "Ive been cursed with the spell "awful sex." ever since that night." You dramatically say, "Is that so?" , "No guy has been capable of making you cum.. making you scream?" His voice lowered, looking into your eyes with a hot confused look.

"Yea pretty much." You sneakily adjust your skirt so he can see your soft thighs and a sliver of your panties. The room went silent as he looked you up and down, examining your body and its crevices , he licked his lips struggling to control the urge to squish and carress your thighs. He quickly looked down hoping you didnt notice how long he was staring at your body, so hungrily.

"Hey um.. y/n" He said scooting closer to you.

Your breath became heavy and palms began to sweat as you watched him scoot in closer.

"Have you been feeling it too?" his soft deep voice lowering into a erotic whispering tone. "F-feeling what?" You stumble trying to think straight, his eyes were fixated on your lips, he wanted them badly.

"You know.." "The tension?" He slowly rubs your thigh with his huge hands, maneuvering them up your skirt but stopping right before he hit, you know what. You hated that. You nod slowly to his question.

"You told me you never came before?" He questioned, "No.. never." You responded back. He put a stray hair behind your ear, then smoothly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Can i be your first?"

You nod needily.

Biting your lip before going in for a deep passionate kiss. He wrapped his hand around your waist , scooting you up onto his lap. His hands adventured up your skirt again , grabbing your ass and slapping it. You gasp at the loud sound it made.

"My parents are home Rodrick!" You whisper yelled pulling away from the kiss.

Rodrick continued kissing your neck and ear, gripping your firm ass cheek, not giving a fuck about what anyone says. Like usual.

"Baby i truly don't give a shit, just keep it down." He sternly said.

"Mmm ok.." You moan and roll your head back as he made out with that sweet spot on your neck.

He roughly pinned you down and kissed you more this time exchanging tongue. He pulled away from the compelling kiss leaving a small train of spit

He pulled your panties off smoothly and stared at the sight to see. "Have you ever been fingered before?" He jokingly teased giving a little lightheart to this hot and spicy situation.

He trailed his hands up and down your wet pussy, looking for that spot.

When he finally got his hands on it you let out a small gaspy squeal, "Its right here?" You nod, breath getting faster.

"Yes daddy right there please~" You cry out, "Daddy?" He smirks, He slowly rubs his fingers around your clit. "Im your daddy now?" Rodrick bites his lip, "Then i guess your my little slut then."

"Are you my little slut?"  He asks you, he picks up his pace sending a small tingle down your spine, he giggled mischievously knowing that its gonna be hard for you to respond. You try to catch your breath but moans and shrieks keep cutting your words off.

"Are you my little.. slut?" He slipped in two fingers and fucked your tight hole and worked your g-spot, so much to a point where you had to grasp one of your plushies to keep from screaming. "Alright I guess ill have to make you say yes."

Your eyes roll back as you felt his mouth attach to your clit, swirling his tongue all around your sensitive clit. For the first time you actually wanted to cum..

"I think im gonna-" You bite into a pillow to cover the loud noise you were gonna let out.

Right before you were about to have an intense orgasm, he stopped. Edging you and all your senses. You whined like a little bitch.

"Shut the fuck up." He said unbuckling his pants, "Your gonna take this dick and your gonna like it, alright? alright." He said stroking his rock hard twitching dick before aggressively sliding in.

"My parents- ah-" , " I swear if you mention your parents one more time im gonna throat fuck you."  He said in a pissed off tone.

He threw your legs over his shoulders and slid a pillow under you.  Rodrick continued to fuck up into you, hitting that one spot again, and again, and again; and just to torture you, he rubbed your clit you were experiencing bliss, euphoria.

Rodrick swiftly took your legs off his shoulder and spread them wide open so he could get a deeper fuck, "stupid slut your legs are trembling." , "You really like me fucking you hard, hitting that spot just perfectly even when your parents are just sitting in their room ; feet away? " ,"Now when i ask this again, i want a response."

"are you my little slut?" He whispered into your ears, you moaned loudly and threw your head back, "Yes!", "Yes daddy, im your slut." ," I want your parents to fucking hear." He looked you deep in the eyes waiting for your response.

"Yes daddy im your slut.." You moaned loudly.

He grasped on your waist and pounded deep into you, the claps of your skin, the loud moans, at that point you forgot you even HAD parents.

He kept fucking into your tight cunt relentlessly, hitting every single spot perfectly. Humanly impossible.

"Cum whore i know you wanna." Rodrick says, you open your mouth but no moans come out.. that was it . You were actually gonna cum... Your legs began to shake and tumble ,  it felt like a large sneeze but in your stomach. "Im gonna-" You could barely get out.

You released yourself onto his cock, "Fucking hell." He said as he couldn't bare to last any longer. He pulled out of you and came onto your tired cunt.

"Damn baby." He groaned putting his softening dick away. "was it good?" He hopefully said, "It was amazing." You responded back excitedly.

That stupid curse is gone, yay!

Everything was good until you heard loud footsteps seconds away from your door.

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Authors note:

This is a pretty long story but i actually enjoyed writing these ones, rodrick was my first story on this book (and my most popular) so you know i had to do the mf again🙄 pegging and femboy kink coming soon⚠️

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Inferno Part Six

Chapter Two

Yandere! Dabi🔥

All parts can be found under the Inferno tag!

Warnings: Branding

Dabi was walking back to his home with an angry look across his face. His brows furrowed and his mouth flat . He had to make his move fast with you. Once he planted his seed in you you would be all his. Theres no way that teacher put it together

Dabi got back opening the door to see you sleeping hugging the pillow . He hid the sleeping pills and went over to you looking over youre arm. He hated it , wanted to burn it up , make his own mark on you. Dabi kneeled down applying the medicine to youre arm and wrapping it up. It would be healed after this now, then he could put his own on you.

The days went by and Dabi got you whatever you wanted and made you whatever you wanted. Making sure you never wanted to leave. He even let you off the chain collar to walk around the house. You never left his side though , always clinging to his arm whenever he cooked or cleaned. Whenever you wanted to cuddle in front of the tv he would stop whatever he was doing to come cuddle you. He always put on the same channel, when you asked him why he would squeeze you and talk quietly.

“Theres bad people trying to take you away Snowflake , sometimes they are on the news and i dont want you to get scared”

You believed him. Every word. No one was looking for you , they just wanted to take you away from Dabi. The only person who loved and cared for you and kept you safe.

A few days later Dabi was planning to put his mark on you. He thought about putting you to sleep for it but he should not need too. Nothing could happen right? You were his little brainwashed Hero, you did whatever he said or asked of you.

Dabi brought you to the kitchen sitting you on the counter , you were giggling and running youre fingers through his hair. Dabi kissed you gently and you leaned into him giggling.

“Shh..be quiet for me okay?”

He always worded his questions like this. If it was for him... You did it without a second thought. Quickly you would cover youre mouth and obey .

“Good girl..”

One of his hands lifted youre shirt pulling it off of you tossing it on the floor. He placed his palm between youre breast looking at you.

“Be still for me okay? It might hurt , but thats just me showing you how much i love you okay?”

You nodded letting youre arms fall to youre sides. Dabi looked down at his hand , very slowly you started to feel warm all over.

Warmer

Warmer

Warmer

Hot..

Hotter...

Hotter.......

Burning.....

Youre lungs felt like they were on fire and so did youre heart. Ice cubes started to fall out of youre arms and around youre breast and neck. Tears fell down youre face . This is for him. Hes showing me how much he loves me. You told youreself. He pressed his hand against youre chest and you saw blue flames come off his arms.

Its for him ..

For him...

For...

“Im almost done Y/N! Youre doing so great!”

“SHOTO STOP!!! IT HURTS!! SHOTO!!!-“ you screamed and pushed Dabi away , you curled up on the counter heaving. Shoto.. thats what he said to you when he marked you... Something.. was.. not..

Right

Dabi staggered back grabbing youre arm yanking you to him and off the counter . He wasted no time dragging you to the bed . You could see the blue flames through youre tears and you smelled burning flesh. He threw you on the bed on youre back re chaining youre neck and this time youre feet.

“I was almost DONE!” He yelled pushing you down getting on youre chest pressing his palm down again in the burned handprint.

“Dont you want to know how much i love you?!? Im showing you!!! Now. Stay. Still!!!” His free hand held youre arms down and slowly he started on the mark again. You screamed and cried, struggling under him. You had a massive headache and you were caughing up blood.

Why ... whats going on? This is the same as ... Shoto.. but Dabi loved you right? He said he did . But this... it was a familar feeling that brought fear and sadness with it. Everything is getting dark..

The flames went out and Dabi lifted his hand off youre chest, blood dripped from his hand onto youre chest. You were not moving , his brow twitched and Dabi shook youre shoulders. You opened an eye and fainted again. He sighed with relief getting off you.

“ fuckin bitch..” he muttered getting the medicine and applying it to youre new mark. “I go out of my way to make you mine and you....” he trailed off . “Youve lost youre free roam privileges , you know that right?” He asked youre body as he paced around. “I cant trust you, and that hurts me”

He left you there on the bed chained up, the slame of the door scared you awake and you rubbed youre eyes sitting up. The chain clicked when you moved youre legs. Looking down you saw they were chained at youre ankles . You also saw the heavy medicine abd bandages on youre chest. You coughed and heaved a few times and looked around.

“What.. happened? Dabi..?”

You tugged the chains on youre ankles and stopped short. You could not get up.

“I.. i remember .... Shoto’s voice... and.. being dragged but..” you felt around the bed feeling the remote. Youre finger pressed on a button turning it on making you look over. It was the same channel it always was. You picked the remote up looking it over. Slowly you pressed the Next button.

“This is youre local News with an update on the missing UA student case. We have no leads and are trying out very hardest to find this poor student.”

You tilted youre head at the tv watching it. A tall man pushed the reportor out of the way and youre heart jumped.

“Y/N... if you see this. Im looking for you, i never gave up looking for you. I dont care how long it takes. I will find you”

Ice cubes fell out of youre arms and a couple tears fell down youre cheeks.

“S.. sen... sens.. sensei?.....”

#inferno #boku no hero fanfic #dabi #reader x dabi #dabi x reader #league of villains #yandere my hero academia #yandere dabi #my hero academia #my hero academia fan fiction #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #todoroki

[namluve]

wrapped up → knj

paring: Kim Namjoon x Reader

warnings: dom!Namjoon, sub!Reader, dirty talk, rope play, a little praise kink, spanking (once), slut calling, a bit of daddy!Namjoon, aftercare, established relationship

word count: 2.8K  

summary: You and Joon had been talking a while about trying something new in the bedroom and it had finally arrived in the mailbox

note: Soft dom!Namjoon has my entire heart, first smut in a while so if theres anything I could change to make it better, let me know! 

It was a calm Sunday afternoon, you and Namjoon had been previously in town during the day. You had been looking for a special set of underwear that (hopefully) would drive him crazy over you. Today you were a woman with a plan in motion.

“Find something you want, and I will buy it for you since you have been such a good girl.” were his exact words so you started looking for the perfect set, knowing what came in the mailbox earlier this week.

Namjoon spent most of his time working during week which meant you two would mostly spend time together on the weekends. The weekend before, the two of you had been talking about trying something new in the bedroom. You bought it knowing he would most likely like it and boy was he more than willing to try.

“I want you to tie me up” you said and he looked at you, smiling, his dimples showing.

“Yeah sure” He answered before going into how he would research it whenever he had the time so everything would be safe once you were going to try it. Later that night you ordered a rope, hoping it would arrive until next weekend, luckily it did.

So here you were trying on your new set of underwear, unpacking the rope and putting it in a pretty box light blue box with a ribbon on it on the bed. You chose to buy a white bra and panties because Namjoon loved it when you looked innocent, even though you both knew you were far from it. You put on your white, kind of see though, kimono and made your way out to the living room of your apartment where Namjoon was sitting on his phone.

“Joonie!” His head snapped up from his phone to meet your eyes as soon as his endearing nickname left your lips. He looked you up and down, taking in every bit of your appearance. Your underwear’s outline could be seen though the kimono and he started to imagine what it would look like without the kimono on top.

“You look amazing baby girl, is this what you picked out today?” He asks you and you nod your head, smiling proudly. He put his phone down on the sofa and went over to you. Standing in front of you he carefully caressed your face, as if you were porcelain. Slowly his hand made it downwards to your shoulders where he moved the kimono of your shoulders. It almost slipped of completely, showing of more of your cleavage.

“Simply breath-taking, such a pretty present only for me to enjoy.” He said, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, first softly, then more roughly as he thought of all the things he would do to you in the bedroom. All the things you allowed him to do, all the things you wanted him to do to you. You pulled away lightly from his kiss and he looked at you a bit confused.

“Well this is not the only present I have for you.” He smiled as you caressed his face.

“Then show me what else you got me.” With those words you took his hand in yours and lead him to the bedroom. Standing in front of the bed he took the present and placed it in his hands. Looking at you for approval to open it, you nodded, and he opened the box, revealing the red rope inside. He breathed a ‘wow’ before his eyes darkened a bit. Thinking about all the ways he would be able to tie you up and how badly he would have to restrain himself from not totally wreaking you. You saw the glint in his eyes and knew he was in a dominant mood now, exactly what you wanted.

“Baby girl wants to be tied up? Want me to take control?” He asked, waiting for your consent as he took the rope in his hands standing in front of you. You nodded and he shook his head.

“Use your words baby girl, I want to hear you say it.” You felt breathless, your skin hot.

“Please, tie me up.” You pleaded and his cock twitched slightly at your words. He took of your kimono, as it fell to the floor, he took a second just to admire you. Your curves, your glowing skin and the matching underwear you had bought earlier, just for him. You put your hand together in front of your body and he took hold of them, still holding eye contact with you.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Red” You replied and with that, he started to tie your hands together. He went back and forth with the rope a few times, you could see how focused he was, trying to remember what he had read earlier this week.

“Is that alright?” He asked you and you replied with ‘yes’.

“Try to get out of it” You tried in every way you could think of to get out of the restrains but with no luck. Namjoon was satisfied with his work and with that he playfully pushed you, so you fell onto the bed. He took his hands under your body and placed you a bit further up, so you were lying exactly where he wanted you. With the remaining part of the rope he tied your hands to the bedframe. You were exited to say the least. Your breathing uneven, just laying and waiting for his next move but he was just standing by the bed, admiring you from afar.

“You look so pretty like this, wrapped up like a present all for me and only me to unwrap.” He took of his shirt and all you could do was stare at him. Shirtless he climbed on top of you, laying his forehead against yours, placing small kisses on your lips, checks and jawline before he moved on further down and started kissing your neck. Really gentle at fist and you could not help but sigh, you needed more than this and with that he started to harshly suck on your neck, leaving several marks. The first of many moans of the evening escaped your lips and he smiled against your neck. His hands started to touch your body, lightly, feeling your curves, going around your breasts and as they started caressing your thighs you tugged on the restrains as you tried to buck your hips closer to where you needed him.

“Getting impatient are we?” He teased, still just lightly touching you all over your body. He made another mark on your neck as he got of the bed. You whined and tried to create any friction between your legs that you could. He took of his pants and started palming himself though his boxers at the sight of you, tied up, desperate to be touched. His hands found your panties and he slid them down your legs.

“Open up Princess, show me how wet you are” He commanded and you obeyed. Once you opened your legs he had the perfect view of your pussy and he could not help but to let out a growl.

“Such a pretty sight” He took off his pants and started pumping his cook, being lost in the moment for a little while. God, nearly the sight of you tied up like this made him cum. You watched him, wanting nothing more than to close your legs so you could get some friction in your throbbing heat. It was not until you started whining and slightly closing your legs that he snapped out of it and got on top of you again.

“Please touch me” You begged and he moved his hand to your heat. Running two of his fingers up and down your slit, spreading your wetness before he started doing slow circles on your clit. You moaned his name and began to relax your body, just thinking about how good his fingers felt. As he started speeding up a little your moans became louder and you desperately tugged on the restraints, wanting to touch him. You could feel your first orgasm approaching as he took his two fingers away from your clit and started moving them in and out of your pussy. Going deep and downwards, hitting your g-spot at the same time as he touched your clit with his thumb. As you pulled on the restraints Namjoon started kissing you, breaking the kiss only to look deeply into your eyes.

“Don’t pull to much, don’t want you hurting yourself baby girl” Your orgasm was just in the edge and as you arched your back, he fingered you even faster. You feel over the edge, letting your orgasm consume your mind and body. Slowing down his movements he rode out your orgasm as long as he could, you fell onto the bed and breathed heavily.

“Such a pretty girl coming for me, tied up and willing to let me do whatever I want” You looked at him as he spoke and caressed your hair.

“I’m gonna take of the restraints, could you get on your knees for me baby girl?” You nodded and as soon as you were out of the restraints you got on your knees.

“I want to try and tie them behind your back. Fuck you from behind with your face down” A moan almost escaped your lips at his confession and you turned around, your back now facing his front. He carefully placed your arms behind your back and tied first one hand, then the other and lastly tied them together. You tried pulling a little bit at the restraints, they did budge a little but not enough for you to get out of them.

“Is that alright baby?”

“Yes” You wined, missing to be touched just after your orgasm. He smirked as he carefully caressed your back with one of his hands. You wined again as his hand reached your butt and his mood changed completely. You were roughly pushed down on the bed.

“You just had to get greedy, didn’t you slut?” He pushed your legs further apart, having a perfect sight of your glistering leaking pussy. Even if you tried you weren’t sure you could close your legs without the support of your hands.

“Even after I let you cum, you still had to get greedy. Bet you would love daddy’s cock in you like this, tell me slut, do you want daddy’s cock to fill you?” You felt the tip of his cock at your slit and you realised he must have undressed himself after he pushed you down. You couldn’t really see him, didn’t know what his next move would be, the realization turned you on even more. You let out a yelp as his hand was bought down on your butt, a slap that left a pleasuring sting on your bottom.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer from you” He spoke to you again and you closed your eyes trying to relax while in the position that was stating to get uncomfortable.

“Yes daddy, please fill me up, I need you in me so bad” You begged and soon enough you felt him entering you, he was slow at first, letting you get used to his size.

“Wasn’t that hard… was it now babygirl?” He picked up the pace, holding your hips as he repeatedly slammed into you. You moaned loudly as he started hitting the deeper sweet spots within you with the faster, deeper pace.

“You look so fucking good like this, can’t believe how lucky I am to have a good girl like this” His words brought you closer to your release and as you started whining and squeeze around his cock Namjoon picked up the que.

“Is babygirl close? Does she want to come on daddy’s cock?” You moaned and he took that as a yes, to fucked out to tease you and make you beg for it. He brought his hand to your sex, two fingers quickly finding your clit. As he started doing fast circular, light motions on your clit you felt yourself being pushed over the edge for the second time and he stopped his motions, gripping your thighs, desperately seeking his own release. Not many seconds later his movements stop and you can feel his cum filling you deep within. As soon as he catches his breath, he looks down on you.

“Shit babygirl, are you hurt in any way? Are the restraints stopping the blood flow or anything?” He asks concerned and you shake your head.

“No, I’m not hurt but it’s starting to get uncomfortable” You admitted and he immediately starts untying your arms. The soreness in your arms as they fall to your side couldn’t be described with any words that you could come up with in your mind right know. Namjoon pulled out from you and laid you down on your side, caressing your hair.

“You did so good baby girl, I’ll be back in sec, just gonna get towel so I can clean you up” His warm body disappeared from you and you started feeling a bit cold. He came back not many seconds later and opened your legs.

“I’m just gonna clean you a bit, let me know if it’s to cold” You nodded at him and could soon feel the towel being swiped carefully over your thighs and pussy. Once he was done cleaning up your combined cum and wetness, he put it in the washing basket before joining you in bed. He laid the covers over the both of you. Caressing your face, placing sweet kisses all over your face. You smiled.

“You did so good baby girl. Can’t believe how lucky I am, did I hurt you in anyway? Was it uncomfortable?” You looked him in the eyes, his face worried.

“A little uncomfortable after a while but nothing I couldn’t handle” You answered and kissed him sweetly.

“Thank you, it felt amazing” You confessed to him and he pulled you into a deep loving kiss. The two of you staying in bed for a while, cuddling, enjoying each other’s embrace. One thing was clear, you were definitely using the restraints again some other time.

#bts smut #kim namjoon smut #bts one shot #kim namjoon one shot #bts fanfic #my writing

[normal-thoughts-official]

when do you think magnus first started wearing makeup?

GREAT QUESTION ANON i hope you know that i would die for you

i think magnus developed most of his fashion sense (and use of it as a form of expression) when he went to England. I mean before that he was with asmodeus doing fuck knows what and i dont think he was encouraging magnus to do a lot of self expression lol. i mean he wanted to keep Magnus on a leash, so he would be close to him and obey him and asmodeus would become King of Edom and yada yada yada evil plan, you get it. so i think before england magnus wore, i dont fucking know, black robes or something.

but then!!!!! he yeeted asmodeus back into edom because hes a king and decided to live his own life, and fucked off to England because??? unclear. im gonna go ahead and headcanon it was because of ragnor, whom he met while he was still under asmodeus’ abuse and who helped him get away from his chains, because i do what i want. anyway. for a while, life was all about trying to unlearn whatever asmodeus had been telling him about his nature and his purpose in life and figuring out who he really was and what he really wanted, because it be like that post-abuse (also lets not forget there was the abuse from his stepfather and the traumatic relationship with his mother). so it makes sense that Magnus would experiment with clothing and makeup at that time, because that’s how you express yourself to the world, its part of identity-building and it also works as an armour of sorts - Magnus dresses to look elegant, powerful and put-together, approachable but never vulnerable. this use of clothing as armour is pretty much canon, too - when he was struggling after the whole bodyswap plotline, the first thing he did was change clothes and makeup, to look happier, whole-er. Fashion, to Magnus, is self-expression, while simultaneously being a way of protection (and to some extent, hiding); hes trying not to be ashamed of who he is, to own it, to allow himself to be and not be confined by anyone else’s expectations, but hes also trying to protect himself from others, because when he was at his lowest point, his vulnerability was weaponized to manipulate him, and he doesnt want that to happen again. and then he meets Camille and it does! haha! im fine

i think that interpretation that England was the defining point for Magnus’ fashion sense is also supported by, well, his style in general. while the asian influence in his clothing is present - with the abundance of silk and the longer shirts that resemble some of indonesian traditional clothing, not to mention the brocade patterns - i think its surprisingly western? with the pants, the vests (which are very english), a lot of the military-style clothing, the makeup itself which is 100% western style… i think his influence was mostly British. but, obviously, he would want to reflect his origins and cultural upbringing as an indonesian man into his clothing - there was quite an asian community in England at that time and also he had his memories from his time in indonesia. we also cant forget that asian fabrics and style were kind of hot in Europe at that time and also influenced their fashion as a whole, and also that when magnus was born the dutch were already settled in indonesia and therefore the clothing style was (forcibly) changing to conform to european beauty standarts, so theres all of that.

as for the makeup - yes i do remember the question was about makeup im sorry i get cARriED AwaY - it was actually pretty common for men to wear makeup in both Indonesia and England up to the 20th century, so this wasn’t really, like, scandalous or anything. men wore makeup, no biggie. although i do believe that Magnus got his products from Asia, because 1- theres no way Magnus would wear that white powder bullshit that the english did, that’s disgusting; 2- its more suited to his skin tone anyway; 3- to the surprise of absolutely no one, the english sucked, and their makeup was very bad for both the skin and health as a whole. literally when i looked up makeup in the 18th century for this ask the first thing that came up was an article on how europeans were dying left and right and going bald due to lead poisoning caused by their makeup????? and they knew it was the makeup but they just. didnt do anything about it, i guess. and then died. which sounds about right

so yeah anyway Magnus is not an idiot, knows his natural products (hes a warlock!), and was born in indonesia where he knew for a fact makeup wasnt killing ppl and making them bald so theres no way he was using the english stuff. he either made it himself - which is actually pretty likely, now that i think about it. he brews his own shampoo - or he got them from Asia, which was only a portal away anyway (im saying Asia but i know, obviously, that there are thousands of different cultures in Asia and just indonesia speaks over 700 different languages. however, from my research on this, the asians had been trading makeup, fabric and other beauty products amongst themselves for centuries before the europeans even knew they existed. so i think its safe to say that there are products from all over the continent in both magnus’ collection and in each culture’s traditional use of makeup). But i like the idea of Magnus making his own stuff because that is great, beautiful, i love Magnus creating stuff and mixing potions and making his shit, hes such a genius and hes so creative and this seems to me like a space where he can be as free and wild as he wants, not to mention its something he can use to help people, but when he brews his shampoo and makeup its something that he does for himself and Magnus doesnt do a lot of stuff for himself. so yeah, im gonna go ahead and say Magnus makes his makeup. god what a time to be alive im so thankful i got this ask

and then around the second half of the 18th century the english suddenly decided that makeup wasnt for men actually and that men shouldn’t wear colorful clothing, only boring ass suits and no corsets, and Magnus was like “lmao! sure jan” because, like i said, clothing and makeup are an important part of his identity, might even be some sort of foundantion that keeps him balanced - he gets to choose what he does and what he looks like and what he wants the world to think of him when they see him, instead of being defined by what other people are saying about himself. it helps him feel secure and free from his abuse and like he has a grip on himself. so he’ll be damned if the hottest random gender binary rule of the west is gonna stop him from wearing what he wants, fuck you. this is the one thing in magnus’ life that is about him, not about penitence, not about proving himself, not about helping others, but about him and who he is, and he cant give that up

#this is so long gosh im sorry #sh #shadowhunters #magnus bane #meta #sh meta #magnus bane meta #magnus meta #ask #anonymous #thank you so much for this ask ugh i love you #overflowing trashcan

[thotful-writing]

Obedience

Jacob Seed/F! Character

Description: She had been reluctantly taken into Jacob's training as a Hunter, she was strong, but needed to learn her place and obey commands. Jacob had tried everything, there was only one other way to teach her.

A/N: I don't write much Jacob stuff, but figured I'd give it a go.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, dom/sub undertones

Jacob paced the room, he wasn’t sure if he was angry or worried, he decided to go with both. He hadn’t heard from her in hours, he told her not to do anything but of course she was stubborn and constantly trying to prove herself. Suddenly the door opened, he stopped, his heart pounding as all of the worst scenarios ran through his mind. He was set at ease when he saw her walk in.

“I told you-I told you not to go, but you went anyways? You disobeyed a direct order.” He stalked towards her, anger seething through him.

“I-I was doing it for the Project, to help.”

“It was too dangerous to do alone and now I’m going to have to go and fix your mess.” He stopped a few inches away, glaring down at her.

“But-I did it. I secured the outpost.” She stepped back trying to get some distance from his obvious rage.

He blinked at her confused for a moment, how could she have secured the outpost on her own? With no backup?

“You did it? By yourself?”

“Yep. No problems or anything, Sir.” She gave him a weak smile, hoping he’d be grateful.

“You still went against my orders. You’ll have to pay for that.” 

She wasn’t fond of Jacob’s punishments, he was always so creative. She had been under his training for a few months now, she desperately wanted more with him, but knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated in any way. Jacob was all work and no play, completely closed off from any emotions or affection.

She shivered outside in the rain as she held the large rock over her head, her arms trembled, ready to give out if she let them.

“Why don’t you just put the rock down? Come inside where it’s warm?” He said as he paced around her.

“No, Sir.” She responded, keeping her gaze forward.

“Just put it down, it’ll be fine.” He continued to try and persuade her.

“N-No, Sir.” She shivered.

“Are you disobeying my orders?” He circled her like a predator circling his prey.

“N-No, Sir. You told me not to put this rock down until the sun came up. That’s what I’m going to do.” Her arms continued to shake. She’d sooner drop it on her head than put it down and disappoint him.

“Have it your way.” He said as he went back inside.

She could no longer feel her fingers, she was pretty sure they were now permanently attached to the rock. The rain let up a little, but she was soaked to her core, there was no way she’d get out of this without getting pneumonia. Jacob returned with a hot bowl of soup, he stood in front of her and got a spoonful, blowing it gently in front of her face. She instinctively licked her lips, she’d give anything for some food right now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you hungry?” He furrowed his brow as he looked at her.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” She didn’t look at the soup, she held her gaze to his.

“Come inside and get some food. There’s plenty.” He placed the spoon in his mouth and made the most ridiculously pleased face.

“N-No, Sir.”

“You sure? It’s delicious.” He took another bite.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” This was the only time in her life she ever denied food and it pained her to do so.

“Guess I’ll just give the rest to the Judges then.” He left her once more.

6 hours, 6 hours had passed, she only knew because she could see the sun peaking over the horizon, she continued to wait though, determined to hold out until Jacob gave her permission to come inside.

“Oh, you’re still out here?” Jacob stretched and yawned in front of her.

She nodded her head her body trembled, she no longer had the energy to speak and her mouth was pretty much frozen shut.

Jacob didn’t say anything, he grabbed the rock from her and dropped it to the ground. Her arms immediately fell to her sides, they felt like cooked noodles. She moved to step out of the mud, but her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. Who knew standing in the same position for 6+ hours would cause your legs to become stiff and buckle the second you tried to move? She pushed herself up on her hands and knees, took a deep breath and tried to stand back up, but it was no use, she fell back down to the ground.

Jacob sighed as he watched her feeble attempts. He was initially reluctant to take her on as a Hunter, but she persevered through his training and had proven herself worthy, she still had a stubborn streak that needed to be broken though. He rolled his eyes before he leaned down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

“S-Sir?” She looked at him surprised.

“Jesus, you’re freezing.” He said as she shook in his arms.

He carried her inside and passed the shared quarters for the Hunters, he continued walking down the corridor to his quarters, she’d glanced inside but had never fully been in it before. He placed her in his bed and covered her with the thickest fleece comforter. He left for a moment before returning with two more blankets, piling them on her. She continued to shake under the warmth, but the feeling was coming back into her extremities slowly. Jacob stood over her as she shivered, her lips almost blue, he knew she needed more heat. He kicked his shoes off and pulled the covers back, lying down beside her and covering them both back up. He pulled her close to his chest.

“S-Sir, you don’t have-“

“Shut up. Your body temperature is too low. Why did you stand out there so long?” He scolded her.

“B-Because you t-told me to, Sir.”

“If you had followed my orders that closely before then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Although it was a bit awkward, she actually enjoyed her current situation, not the freezing to death part, but the being in bed close to Jacob part. His body heat was helping warm her up quicker though, she had stopped shivering as she laid next to him. Jacob tried his hardest to remain completely unfazed by her closeness, he couldn’t deny he’d desired her for a while now, especially in watching her strength and determination increase over the months. Now, as she lay so close to him, he wasn’t sure how much resolve he had to resist her, one glance wouldn’t hurt, would it? He looked down to see her asleep against his chest, breathing softly. He brushed a piece of hair off her face, he panicked slightly when she stirred, but relaxed when she continued to sleep.

She stretched across the bed to find Jacob had left her, she wondered how long he stayed with her? Her arms were still sore and weak as she left the bed, she wanted to seek him out, to thank him, but she decided to return to her quarters instead.

“Heard you got quite the punishment yesterday.” One of the other Hunters commented as she entered the room.

“Lasted longer than you did though, how long did you stay out there before you’d pissed yourself?” She smiled smugly.

“You’re right, I didn’t last long out there. Maybe if I had then Jacob would have shared his bed with me too. But I guess we can’t all spread our legs for special treatment.”

She wanted to lash out, but she refrained, she knew Jacob wouldn’t be happy if she started killing off his Hunters. She ignored the comment and gathered her clothes to go take a shower. She let the hot water warm her still semi-frozen bones, her fingers and toes still felt somewhat numb. When she returned to the shared room the man was still there, he glanced up at her, but she ignored him. Before she knew what was happening, he was behind her, pressing her against the concrete wall.

“Just want a taste of what Jacob gets.” He said into her ear as his hands travelled down her body.

She would have screamed but it wouldn’t have done any good, Jacob would have come to save her, but it would’ve only made things worse for her. She let him get distracted by her compliance, he let his guard down for a moment, she threw her elbow back into his face as hard as she could. He yelled out in pain as he stepped back from her, holding his nose.

“Touch me again and I’ll slit your fucking throat while you sleep.” She turned around to face him.

He was about to say something, but Jacob entered the room, “What’s going on here?” He crossed his arms as he glanced between the two of them.

“Nothing, Sir.” She feigned innocence.

“The blood pouring from his nose tells me it’s more than ‘nothing’. What happened?” He looked at the man.

“I-I tripped.” He said as he continued holding his nose.

“Is that so? Maybe you need more agility training then, clean yourself up and meet me outside in 10.”

The man left, glancing back at her, she held her gaze on Jacob. She didn’t want to tell him what had almost happened, she was worried he’d see her as weak.

“There something else I need to know?”

“No, Sir.” She shook her head. He looked at her for another moment before leaving the room, he was certain he knew what had happened and he didn’t plan on taking it easy on the guy.

“Jacob? Hello? Anyone?” A voice rang over the radio, she looked over at it, Jacob was still outside.

“Yes?” She pressed the button and answered, knowing she should’ve just gone to get Jacob.

“We need help! We’re under attack here at the Elk Jaw Lodge, by the Resistance, there’s too many of them. Send help!”

She stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. She knew she could get there quickly and help, as well as prove herself to Jacob, but he was so furious when she’d done the same thing the other day. She made her decision, she grabbed her guns and headed out. There were a lot more Resistance members than there should have been, by the time she got there it was almost too late, there were only a few followers left. She ran in, guns blazing, taking out anyone and everyone she saw. Her adrenaline was pumping so fast she didn’t realize when she got nicked by a bullet as it tore through the skin on her arm. When it was all over, she had either killed all the Resistance members or they had run away. She helped the remaining followers get patched up until reinforcements could come. She decided it was best if she headed back to the VA Center, hoping Jacob had heard about her success.

She walked in the door, half expecting to see Jacob waiting for her again, but he wasn’t there. She walked down the corridor further until she reached his quarters, she peaked inside but didn’t see him. Suddenly she felt someone grab her arm and turn her around.

“Looking for someone?” Jacob asked as his eyes bore into her.

“N-No, Sir.” She tried to pull free of his grasp, but he held firm.

“Heard you were down at Elk Jaw Lodge.”

“Yes, Sir. They needed help so I-“

“So, you disobeyed a direct order, again, and went to play hero?” He clenched his jaw as he glared down at her.

“Sir, I-“

“What’s it going to take to break you, hm? To get through to you that you don’t call the shots around here?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

She stared up at him, genuinely worried about what he would do. She didn’t think helping would be such a bad thing, but she did go against him, and she had made a habit of it recently. Jacob held her arm as he pushed her into his room, slamming the door closed behind him. She trembled slightly as she stood in front of him, not knowing what he was going to do to her. He grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her hair back, forcing her to look at him.

“You’re going to learn how to obey commands.” Before she could register what was happening his lips crashed into hers, kissing her forcefully.

He shoved his tongue into her mouth, she welcomed the intrusion and swirled her tongue around his. She fought for dominance in the kiss but was quickly reminded of her place by a hard pull on her hair and a sharp bite on her bottom lip. He pulled away from her abruptly, leaving her breathless and wanting.

“Clothes.” He commanded.

She didn’t need to be told twice, she quickly rid herself of her shirt and unbuttoned her pants. She paused momentarily when he grabbed her arm, looking over the wound she had, bringing her attention to it as well. He let out a heavy sigh at the sight, but knew it wasn’t anything life threatening, deciding to leave it for later. She returned to her task and removed her pants, remaining only in her panties in front of him.

“Still don’t listen.” He said as he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them until she heard the fabric stretching and then ripping apart.

She shifted her legs, feeling her wetness already soaking her thighs and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He tossed her underwear to the floor with her other clothes and circled her, just as he had done before, like he was a predator and she was his prey. She jumped when his hand landed hard on her bare ass, sending shivers over her body at the contact. He moved forward, pressing his body against her back, she could feel his hardness on her ass, she instinctively reached back to palm him through his pants. He let her for a moment before giving her another smack on her ass. She pulled her hand away from him immediately. He remained there, his hands on her shoulders pulling her back against him, he loved the feeling of her body on his. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck, biting into the flesh on her shoulder. She moaned instinctively and reached back for him again, needing to touch him. The second her hand touched him he spanked her again, harder this time. She withdrew her hand once more.

“Desk.” One word was all she needed, she walked over to his desk and bent over it, waiting.

He remained where he was, admiring her from afar as she waited for him. How he wanted to take her now, on every surface in the room, but she needed to learn her place first. He didn’t move for several minutes, she began to wonder what the hold up was, she turned her head to look at him.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

“No, Sir.” She turned her head forward.

He moved closer, his fingers tracing down her spine lightly, she felt goosebumps form across her skin as his fingers moved down further, barely touching her ass. She pushed back into his hand, hoping to coax him into touching her more, the only thing it earned her was another hard smack on the ass, adding to the already reddened skin.

“Patience.” He growled.

He knelt behind her, bringing his face directly to her center. He smirked at how wet she was already, completely soaked. His hand started down at her ankle, lightly moving up her leg, to her thigh. He spread her open wider, but never touched her where she wanted it most. She whined after a few minutes, shifting her legs. It was taking all his will power not to fuck her over this desk right this instance, but he held back. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue flat against her, starting at her clit and licking up to her entrance, tasting her. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, finally being touched where she needed it. He pushed one finger into her opening, feeling how tight she was.

“This is going to hurt.” He said as he withdrew his finger and stood up behind her.

She furrowed her brow for a moment, what exactly was he talking about? It didn’t take her long to figure it out after he’d unzipped his pants and pressed his tip at her entrance, pushing into her completely without warning her first.

“Wait, fuck…” She squirmed, trying to adjust to his size as he stretched her out, but he grabbed her hips and held her still, not letting her move.

He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, at this point she was glad she had gotten so wet before he’d done this, if not it would have been a lot more painful. She tried to control the pace by moving further up the desk, but he caught onto her quick and grabbed the wound on her arm, causing her to yell and stop all movements.

“Please, Sir…” She begged as he tightened his grip on her, still thrusting in and out of her slowly.

“Begging is another way of trying to control a situation.” He laughed at her attempt.

He released her arm and gripped her hips once more, thrusting harder into her, causing her to lurch forward on the desk. She was finally getting adjusted to him and moaned each time he dragged against her walls as he pulled out. His pace had increased as did the pressure in which his fingers were digging into her hips. He groaned as he pounded into her, reveling in her tightness, the way she writhed beneath him and under his grasp. She began to tighten around him as she felt her imminent release approaching.

“No.” He said as he slowed his pace back down, bringing her back from the brink.

She panted and wanted to argue, but knew it was no use, he would just continue to drag this out if she did. She remained silent as he started moving faster again. He smiled at her obedience, she was learning quickly, even if she wanted to complain, she wouldn’t. He slowed his pace again, but thrusted deeper inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made her knees weak. She moaned loudly each time he hit it, he knew she was getting close again, as was he. He thrust into her harder and faster again, the desk banging into the wall, if no one had heard it before they definitely did now. She whimpered at each thrust and felt herself tighten around him again.

“S-Sir?” She asked, he knew what she wanted.

“Alright, Darlin’” He said through gritted teeth.

A few more thrusts and she came undone beneath him, her body shuddered her orgasm hit her. Her walls clenching around him pushed him towards his own release, he had no plans of pulling out of her either. He remained inside her, making sure she got every ounce of his cum. They both began to come back down, he finally pulled out of her, she remained on the desk, unable to move.

“You belong to me now.” He leaned down and spoke into her ear, placing a kiss on her shoulder as she lay there.

#Jacob Seed #jacob seedxreader #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanfiction #fc5

[succubused]

Okay 18 with akusai because like. Y'know. I was only gonna send one but. Spine.

18.“…I-I’ve got your back.” “There’s a spine in there if you wanna borrow it.”

hhmmmm what the fuck is up theres no proofreading in football

It should have felt much less natural to be braiding Isa’s hair again, his hands remembering what to do even as his heart stuttered through a failed attempt to find the right words. Lea had a bad habit of speaking until he knew what he wanted to say, but tonight his voice couldn’t even break loose from his chest. He squinted down at the silky strands slipping through his fingers. How it had stayed so soft, he had no idea.

“One would expect you’d be out of practice,” Isa said at last, so quietly he almost seemed to be speaking to himself.

“Yeah, I thought so too. It’s like riding a bike, I guess.”

“You don’t know how to ride a bicycle.”

“Hey, you don’t know that.”

Isa twisted around to look at him with raised eyebrows. “Do you?”

Lea’s lips twitched in the direction of a smile as he gently pushed his head back. “…no, but you know what I mean.”

When Isa chuckled it was low and barely audible, the melody of it painfully familiar. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last heard the sound, and suddenly Lea leaned forward to wrap his arms around his friend, burying his face in Isa’s shoulder. Isa flinched, a reflex, but didn’t pull away.

“What’s this for?”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Lea said, voice muffled by the fabric of Isa’s coat.

He felt him hesitate, then cool fingertips brushed the back of his hand and rested there.

“As am I.”

They stayed like that for a moment, as though nothing were out of the ordinary, as though they were fifteen again, tangled together the way Lea always wrapped himself around Isa who, for his part, had pretended to be irritated but hadn’t been irritated at all. And Lea had known that. He had always known that.

When he did let go and resumed braiding, Isa let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Listen, Isa…about tomorrow.”

Isa stiffened. “What about it?”

“Is there anything I can possibly say to you that will convince you it’s a better idea to sit this one out?”

He rolled his eyes. “We’ve been over this.”

“I know, but I—“

“I’m not leaving you to—do you have any idea how that would make me—? To not know? Or if something happens to you and I wasn’t there to—no. No. I can’t—I can’t—“

“Hey, hey, hey. Okay. Okay. It’s okay.”

Isa closed his eyes as Lea ran his fingers through his hair. He still knew how to do it, he thought, knew exactly which motion and touch would smooth the tremors that still shook their way through his heart.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“I just could never forgive myself if something happened to you and there might have been something I could have done. You understand.”

Lea smiled sadly. “And I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you, so I guess we’re both screwed.”

“Well, then I suppose we’ll both just have to survive then.”

“For each other.”

“If nothing else, yes.”

“I can live with that.”

“You had better intend to.”

Lea laughed, and Isa turned his head to look at him.

“Stop moving!”

“What are you laughing about?”

“You! Now look forward.”

“I fail to see the humor in it,” he grumbled, but obeyed all the same.

“It’s just—you’re so serious.”

“One of us has to be. And besides…” Isa twisted his hands together, mirroring the knotted feeling in his chest.

“…most would consider death to be a serious subject, Lea.”

And he just laughed. Again.

“Lea!”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

He looked down at Isa’s hair again. It might as well have been braiding itself if it weren’t for the flowers.

Lea usually felt compelled to fill silences. He didn’t like the spaces between, the hang time in which anyone could be thinking anything and there were no leaking thoughts or betraying words by which to read their intentions. People made him edgy. They always had.

The only exception, of course, being Isa.

And Saïx, for a while, had retained that ability to make him feel at ease. For the longest time, he had thought that nothing could get between the two of them, not even death itself, and the knowledge that they didn’t need to be able to feel it to know that they loved one another had been enough, until it wasn’t.

But he had underestimated Isa, hadn’t he? Deep down he had thought Isa had been swallowed by the darkness, that there was nothing left of the boy and then the man that he had loved with everything he had, and he was going to save him, he was always going to save him, but in his heart he had wondered if there was even anything left to save.

As usual, he had been wrong.

“You scared me, you know.”

Isa opened his eyes.

“When?”

“Last time we were up here.”

He winced. “…Ah.”

“Sorry.”

-

It had happened so quickly there hadn’t been time to do anything but react. And it still haunted his dreams, memories of a slip that had never happened, of reaching for Isa a split second too late. Because Isa had come to that clock tower to take himself out of the equation. He had come to say goodbye.

Isa?

Lea.

What are you—

Don’t.

But—

Stay away from me. Don’t!

No. You’re here. That means…you have to be—

I’m here because I—I don’t want to—I’m selfish, that’s why I’m here, all right?

What the hell are you talking about?

I didn’t want to go without seeing you again. With my own eyes.

Go where? Go where?

Goodbye, Lea.

But Isa, in turn, had underestimated the force of nature that was Lea’s heart.

And how much of that heart still had his name carved into it, because what he had not expected, when he did jump, was for Lea to jump after him. Break the fall by flinging an arm against the wall, summoning that flame of a blade and dragging it against the stone to slow both of them, because he had wrapped his other arm around Isa’s waist, and they were falling together, they were dying together or not at all, and suddenly dying didn’t seem like the best option any longer, because when Isa looked into his eyes, it became painfully apparent that Lea desperately wanted him to live.

That was what he had been so wrong about. That was why he had stayed silent for so long, allowing another to speak for and through him, not because he had been beaten, but because the heart he could not accept that he even had in the first place had been broken. And it was in that moment, at the end of a fall he had not intended to survive, with Lea clutching his shoulders and shouting what the hell were you thinking, that he realized that which he had been mourning had never even been lost in the first place.

In the face of Saïx’s grief, Xehanort had had no problems convincing him that he didn’t need his voice any longer. In the face of Isa’s will?

He hadn’t had a chance.

-

“Isa?”

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you scared you might…?”

“Might what?”

“You know.”

“Will you be there?”

“Of course.”

“Then no, I’m not afraid of losing myself again. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”

“If he even looks at you wrong…”

“He can’t touch me now.”

“Isa—“

“What you have to remember is that I thought I had already lost you. I thought you were dead and then I thought I didn’t matter to you regardless. I didn’t have any reason to want to stay myself.” He paused and looked down at his hands. “That is…no longer the case.”

“That was never true.”

Isa’s face twitched as though he were in pain but he didn’t look up, and hadn’t seen the look of raw anguish that had etched itself into Lea’s face as he spoke up until Lea took his face in his hands and tilted it up to face him, his hands that were always so warm because he ran so hot, like his body was constantly trying to keep up with the fever pitch at which his heart operated.

“It was not and will never be true,” Lea repeated. “No, look at me.”

He couldn’t help but sigh a little when they made eye contact. Relief. Green.

“I…believe you, I think,” Isa said slowly.

“Good.”

They stared at each other for the space of a heartbeat. Lea let go and shifted again and the gentle tugging on his scalp told Isa his hair was being worked at once more. He listened for the thunk of his own heartbeat, half-cursing it for being so distracting when he was just trying to think.

“Just…”

“Yeah?”

“Can you do something for me?”

A slight break in the rhythm of his hands as Lea momentarily faltered, inhaled.

“Anything,” he said.

“Just…stay with me. Tomorrow. I don’t want…can you just promise to stay with me?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I said promise.”

“I promise. I’ve got your back.”

Isa couldn’t help but smirk. “You know, there’s a spine in there, if you’d like to borrow it.”

Lea tugged on the end of the braid a little harder than he really needed to in order to tie it off. “My posture is not that bad.”

“If you say so.”

“You’re just bitter that I got taller,” Lea muttered.

“I am not bitter.”

“Sure you’re not.”

He snorted. “You still stand like a puppet with cut strings and you know it.”

“Deflection tactic. Also, I’m done.”

“Oh. Thank y—“

Isa had reached around almost absentmindedly to touch the back of his hair and fell silent when he felt the flower petals beneath his fingers. He clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Well, don’t touch them, you’ll mess it up. Here—“

“Lea…are those…?”

“Moonflowers. Yeah. I don’t know if you still, I mean, I remembered they used to, when things were bad—I thought—“

“Lea.”

“…Yes?”

“Shut up,” Isa hissed, and had already started kissing him before Lea had the chance to disagree.

And it was familiar, his teeth still too sharp, lips still unnervingly cold and impossibly soft. Somehow, after all this time, kissing Isa was still the safest feeling in the world, and ever since he had thrown himself from the tower after him without thinking he had not been able to find the words say you’ll be all right, so Lea kissed them onto his lips and Isa breathed them in like a once-drowning man tasting air for the first time since he decided to survive.

“No martyrs,” Lea whispered. “You make it through this.”

Isa nodded, throat too tight to speak, and took the hand Lea offered, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Here—this one’s for you.”

He stared down at the white petals of the moonflower Lea had handed him, and when Isa looked up, his eyes were full of tears.

“Thank you, Lea,” he said.

#akusai #lea #isa #kingdom hearts #literally im so tired i cant form a coherent sentence i dont know how #i dont know how this even came out of me and i certainly dont know if its grammatically correct #this is my apology letter for killing isa in the last one i wrote thank you all and god bless #posts #functionallyimmortal

[parkkimjungmin-blog]

BTS Reacts to you giving them a blowjob

This is my first time writing smut in a long time so hopefully it doesn’t completely suck! Thanks to the anon who requested!

-Mrs. Hobi 🌻

Jin

When you told Jin what you wanted to do his eyes go wide. “Princess, I would love you do do that, but only if you really want to.” You reach for his belt and say “It would be my pleasure” at that his eyes darken. “Alright princess, since you really want to.” Once you get his belt undone he removes his pants and you palm his member through his boxers. “Now, if you keep doing that i won’t be able to last long enough for your mouth.” At that you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled down revealing his member. “wow, you’re so ready.” You say. “More ready then you even know.” he tortes back. You begin to stroke slowly and then wrap your mouth around him which receives a low moan from Jin. As you start to bob your head Jin starts to loose his control. Breathy moans start to fall from his mouth. “Princess, you make me feel so good.” At that you begin to take him even deeper. Jin lets out a long groan and grabs your hair, unable to make out an actual sentence, he stammers “Princess I-I-… so— close.” at that you wrap your hand around the base and twist while still working with your mouth. Jin lets out a final grunt as you feel his liquid hit the back of your throat. “That was amazing, we should do that more often. Now how about we get you off.” 

Suga

You had noticed Yoongi had been stressed lately so you planned on surprising him at his Genius Studio. You put on his favorite lacy bra and tight leggings with a white tee shirt and some sneakers and grabbed one of his flannels to wrap around your waist. He loved that look on you. Once you reached your destination you knocked on the door. Yoongi opens the door “babe what are you- you cut him off by pushing him back into the studio and shutting the door. As you move toward him again you shove him against the wall. “what is this about? Not that I don’t love it.” he states as you place your lips on his neck. “I notice you’ve been a little preoccupied with work so I thought I’d come and take your mind off it.” You continue kissing his neck as you work your hand down his sweatpants and grab his member. “There’s a spurs under my shirt for you. All you have to do is unwrap it.” Hearing this he takes the hem of your shirt in his hands and yanks it off of you. He then looks at your chest “you wore this just for me?” You nod “Only me?” “Of course sir” You say back. “Good” he says with dark eyes. You start to squat down as your hands trail to the waistband of his pants. You grab hold and pull his sweat pants down taking his boxers with them. You place your lips on his tip and start to make circles with your tongue. Yoongi brings his hands to the back of your head pushing down slightly as if to say more. You happily oblige sliding farther down and you start to bob your head. A low growl bubbles from Young’s throat. He runs his hands through your hair and breathes out “Look up at me baby.” You roll your eyes up to meet Yoongi’s beautiful brown eyes. “You look so sexy like this…” he moans. You begin to take him as deep as possible while keeping eye contact. He grunts and bucks his hips as he releases onto the back of your throat. “Thank you Y/N. You always know what I need.” 

J-Hope

You were one a cute couch date with your boyfriend Hoseok watching a movie. You didn’t get to have these nights very often so you wanted to make it count. About half way through the movie you moved your hand from Hobs’ hand to his thigh. Rubbing slightly and circling with your fingers. You hear his breathing start to pick up trying to focus on the movie. You eventually made you hand onto his length over his sweatpants. You begin to palm it has Hoseok starts to whimper his breathing getting even more heavy. “What do you think your doing there babe?” He says in a deep voice. You don't answer him, you just reach into his sweats and grab onto him prompting him to let out a hiss of pleasure. “Take your pants off” You command and Hoseok wastes no time sliding them off. You lean down taking his whole length in your mouth. “Fuck Y/N. How do you manage to always make me feel like I’m in heaven?” You begin to bob which earns loud low moans from Hoseok. He begins to pull your hair and press you farther down to take him fully in your mouth. “Shit, do you even have a gag reflex?” This makes you laugh and Hoseok responds with a loud growl from the vibrations. Hoseok is feeling so good he can barely choke out “I--I’m --- c--close.” You begin to quicken the pace as if to say “let it out” and he does. You feel the hot liquid hit you throat and you swallow. Coming up Hoseok greets you with a weak smile of absolute pleasure head bent back. He looks up at you with lust in his eyes, “Now it’s my turn to make you feel that good he says as he flips you down onto the couch, forgetting about the movie.

RM

Namjoon would be making dinner for you and him and you decided to give him a little thank you. You came up to him while he was standing at the sink and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hey babe!” You say giving him a peck on the cheek. “Hey! How’s my princess doing today?” He asked turning around  with a huge smile on his face and you could tell how much he loved you. “I’m doing good, but I wanted to give you something...” “Whats that baby?” You grab his face and bring your lips to his full of passion, As the kiss continues he trails his lips to your neck. You begin to let out a small whimper then remember what your doing is for him. You begin to snake your hands down and unbuckle his pants. “Mmmm babe, what’s this for?” “For you. For being the best boyfriend.”You whisper into his ear. You start to run you body down his until you are eye level with his crotch. You grab hold of his pants and bring them down, taking his underwear with them. You take his stiff member into your hands and being stroking earning soft grunts from Namjoon. You begin to tease his tip with your tongue and he take a sharp breath in. Slowly you begin to wrap your mouth taking him in. You move at an intolerably slow pace that makes Namjoon’s hips buck up. “I’m so sorry babe. You're just so good.” He growls. You begin to quicken your pace and take him fully in your mouth gaging a little from the length. You begin to moan while still taking him which drives him crazy. He runs his finger through your hair and turns into a mess of soft moans until you hear him give a low growl and feel him release into the back of your throat. “God damn baby. You treat me so well.” 

Jimin 

Jimin had been at rehearsals all day and you knew it was important for him to practice, but you needed him. You decided to tease him. Taking out your phone you decide to take some photos to send to him. You chose one that you thought he would like and hit send with the message Jimin, I can't wait for you to get home. It took only seconds for him to reply with I’ll be home soon princess, just wait. Thats it? Maybe the picture wasn’t enough. You decide to take a photo of you laying on the bed and sent it to him with the message But I need you. Badly. This time it took a little longer to get a reply but what was sent back made your heart skip a beat, I’m coming home and you better be in that bed when I get there. Eventually you heard the front door open and Jimin walked into the bedroom. “You know you shouldn’t tease me while I’m at practice Y/N. Especially when I’m around the boys.” He said in a deep raspy voice. “I know.” You say looking up at him. “I just really needed you. Is it so bad to want my boyfriend?” You asked sweetly. “No, but you are going to have to pay for making me leave early.” He said his eyes full of lust. “What were you thinking?” Without hesitation Jimin pulled his pants down and said “Suck” You're eyes widen but you obey climbing off the bed to meet his core. You wrap your mouth around him. He lets out a long low noise of pure pleasure. You begin to move your lips up and down his shaft “Baby just like that.” He whispers. you begin to swirl your tongue. “mmmmmmmmmm. Fuck Y/N.” he moans. You quicken your pace and jimin’s hips buck at the change of pace “SHIT” He exclaims and you feel him release into your throat. “Fuck baby, you definitely have made it up to me. Now, you said you.... needed me, Kitten?”

V

Tae and you had spent the last 20 mins arguing about who was better at playing Overwatch, you or him. Obviously you thought it was you, but he disagreed. “Alright. Theres only one way to settle it. We have to play it and see who wins” He said. “Alright. What does the winner get?” You asked. “What ever they want.” his eyes darkened as he stared at yours. “You're on.” You snorted back. You began playing and for a while you were doing super well. That was until Tae became a boss and started killing your team left hand right. By the end of the game he had won by a long shot. “looks like I won. You know what that means.” He turns to you. “No. I don’t think I do.” You said not so inoccently. “Oh. I’m sure you do.” He says looking down at his sweats. “Alright. If that’s what you want.” You said. You hands came to his waist band and you pulled it down revealing Tae. You lick your lips and go in for the kill. Not expecting you to start off so quickly Tae lets out an involuntary “Fuck” as his hips jump up off the couch sending him deep into your mouth. You continue your pace and place your hand at the base. “That’s right baby, I’m too big for just your mouth.” He grunts. You take that as a challenge, removing you hand. You begin to swallow him whole. You feel the need to gag but suppress it because you need to prove him wrong. You continue moving you mouth up and down his entire length till you hear him growl. You quicken your pace which receives an even louder growl and his juices hating your mouth. “Man, I should beat you more often.” He chuckles. “Round two? Maybe I’ll let you win this time.” He winks.

Jung kook

You met Jungkook at a party that BigHit had thrown and had been dancing with him all night. He was mesmerized by the way you moved your hips to the beat and couldn't take his hands off them. As the night continued you and him had become drunk, on both the alcohol and each other. The sexual tension was high and you were pretty sure the other boys sensed it too. You were dancing with Junkgkook the he leaned down into your ear “Hey, wanna get out of here?”  You lean onto his shoulder “I was wondering when you would ask.” You said into his ear nibbling a little on his lobe. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the room into a practice room he knew would be empty. He opened the door and threw you in. Closing the door behind him he walked over to you and pushed you against the wall his lips attacking yours. You both were a mess of sloppy kisses and rough touches. You bring your hands to the collar of his blazer and rip it off of him. Slinking your hands down his well toned back and around to the front of his waist you begin to unbuckle hi belt earning a soft moan from kook into your lips. You break the kiss to lower yourself along with his pants. Your eyes are met by his erect member. “Oh wow.” you say looking up at him. “Think you can handle it baby?” “Of course I can” You say before you begin at his tip slowly devouring him. You continue down painfully slow earning a low and long “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” from Jungkook. You begin to pull away but Jungkook has a different idea. He grabs you hair and pushes you back down his shaft. The surprise makes you gag against him, but you soon start to love how rough he’s being. You quicken your pace and each time you bring your head away it’s pushed back down by jungkook. His moans fill the room as he starts to buck his hips up. “Mmmmm y/n you look so pretty like this.” you begin to rotate your tongue which makes Jungkook go crazy. As you continue his moans and actions get much sloppier and once he releases he bends forward leaning on the wall for support. “How.... When.... Can we do this again?” He asks “yeah, after you give me the same treatment.” You tease. He takes to time at all bringing you to the floor to make you scream as loud as him. 

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[soaimagines]

No Strings Attached

Request: Imagine your Bobbys daughter and FWB with Tig.

I kinda went a different direction here, I hope you guys like it.

Smut 💦

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“Tig!” You moaned as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. You stopped your hips from rolling against his, the double sensation becoming too much and you placed your hands on his chest, leaning against him to catch your breath. “Who said you could stop, baby girl?” He scolded. “I did,” You panted. “Ya know, since I'm doing most of the work.” Tig shrugged. “Hey, you're  the one who wanted to be on top.” “I like being in charge.” You smirked. “Is that so?” Tig bucked his hips, pushing his erection further into you and you moaned. “Mm-hmm.” You moved your hips back and forth, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slid inside you. TIg smirked and grabbed your hips tightly, and you knew you'd have bruises there tomorrow. You slid your hips back, so only the tip of him rested inside you before you rolled your hips forwards once more and both of you moaned as every inch of him filled you. “Ohh baby,” Tig moaned.  “Shut up.” You ordered and slapped his hands away from your hips. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. You grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed. He licked his lips and breathed in your scent and you rolled your hips slowly against him once more before letting go of his wrists. He didn't try to move them and you sat straight, a soft moan escaping your lips at the change of position . Tig eyed your bare chest hungrily, admiring the soft curves of your breasts and the small bite marks already bruising across them. You leant back and placed your hands on his thighs before pulling your legs forward so you were squatting on top of him. He growled in approval and you smirked as you pushed yourself up. You hovered your body over his, teasing him with just his tip inside you. His eyes were glued to your core, seeing your folds wrapped around the tip of his cock, dripping wiht your juices was driving him wild and if you didn't start fucking him soon he was gonna have to take control. Suddenly you slammed your body down, taking all of him inside you in one abrupt movement. “Oh god baby,” Tig groaned, fighting hard not to move his hands. You grinned and lifted your body up and down. Each movement brought you closer to the edge. Tig could tell you were close and he couldn't resist any longer. He licked his thumb before pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles. “Fuck, Tig!” Your walls began to tighten around him and you were overcome with pleasure. “Good girl, baby.” You dropped to your elbows, either side of him as your body trembled around him, both of you moaning through your orgasms as he found his release. Tig wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes you rolled off him and lay beside him, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. You laid like that for a few minutes before you swung your legs off the bed and stood, shaking out your arms as you did. “Well, that really was as fun as I remembered.” You walked around the room, picking up your scattered clothing. “Im surprised you remember last time.” Tig laughed. “You were wasted, doll.” You turned towards him and put your hands on your hips, a mock stern expression on your face. “You takin advantage of drunk girls, Tiggy?” “Please, if anything you took advantage of me.” “Yeah, who could resist, huh?” “I cant help that I was blessed with good looks, (y/n).” You laughed and walked around the bed. “I know, Tiggy. I know.” You leant down and kissed his lips before heading for the shower. With your back turned, you didn't notice the strange expression on his face. When you returned to the room he was still in the same position; lying naked on the bed, a sheet draped loosely over him and a joint between his fingers. You quickly dried off and pulled on your clothes, Tig watching you thoughtfully. “You leaving?” “Yeah,” You fished your shoes out from under the bed and tugged them on. “Dad wants to take me out for breakfast so I gotta get home before he gets there.” “Why don't you just go grab him, he's in his dorm.” “What?!” You turned to Tig. “He crashed out last night.” He shrugged. “Old man cant handle his booze these days.” Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Tig! Why didn't you say anything?!” “Really, doll? You think your dads gonna recognise the sound of your moans?” You swore steam was coming out of your ears and you were about to argue when he cracked a smile. “Im just kidding baby. He went home last night.” “I swear to God, Trager I am gonna kill you one of these days.” You fumed. Tig frowned, still as casual as ever. “Then who are you gonna fuck?” You laughed. “Thankfully theres plenty more dick in the world.” Tig clutched his hand to his heart with mock hurt and you laughed again more leaning over him and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you later?” “I’ll be here.” Tig watched you leave, checking the hallway was empty before sliding out of the room. ~

Tig laid there for several more moments before it became too cold to tolerate, and the joint in his hand was almost burnt out. Goosebumps waved over his skin as a cool breeze wafted over his sweat covered body and he forced himself off the soft bed sheets. He stubbed the remains of his joint out in the ashtray on his bedside table and headed for the shower. Standing under the shower head, Tig let the steaming hot water wash away the scent of you. He closed his eyes and stepped under the stream. And as the water splashed his face and  flowed down his skin he thought back to the day you had come into his life.

X

The door had slammed and Tig had turned towards the door, only to see her marching into the room. “Is my dad here?” It was only Juice and himself in the room and Juice had turned his head to the side, a blank look on his face. “He could be.” Tig said. “What?” “I could be your daddy.” He licked his lips. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment before turning to Juice. “Is this guy serious?” Juice had nodded. “Sadly, yeah.” He smiled apologetically. She turned back to Tig and sighed. “Is Bobby here?” “Wait Bobbys your dad?” Juice had interrupted. “Yeah.” “(Y/n)? Long time no see!” Clays voice boomed through the room and you all turned to look at him. She smiled at the familiar face and walked towards the President. “Hey Clay, is dad here?” “Hes in his dorm, sweetheart.” She thanked him before heading down the hallway he had pointed to. Tig and Juice were standing there, staring at Clay with confused looks on their faces. “Dont even think about it.” Clay had warned before walking past them and heading into Chapel.

Tig had been very interesed in her sudden arrival and had finally learnt (thanks to Gemma) that she was, in fact, Bobbys daughter from a one night stand many years ago. Her mother had kept her a secret from her father for years before finally allowing them to meet once she was a teenager. She had accepted the fact that her father hadn't known of her existence and they had slowly built a relationship, despite her living out of town. It was still unclear as to why she was in town, and Tig was interested in finding out. Or rather, he was interested in her. She had spent the day with her father, but now the sun had set and she was still here, drinking at the bar with Juice, while Bobby talked club business with Clay. Tig sauntered across the room and leant against the bar. “Sorry about earlier, doll. I didn't know who you were.” She looked at him and smiled. “And who are you?” “The man of your dreams.”Tig said. Both her and Juice groaned, before she laughed loudly. “Im Tig.” “NIce to meet you, Tig. (y/n).” She introduced herself with such charm, but it had been the mischievous glint in her eyes that had made Tigs interest peak. Juice could sense it and he shook his head before standing. “Ill leave you to it. Nice to meet you, (y/n).” She had waved goodbye to Juice and Tig had stepped around her and slid onto the barstool where Juice had sat. “You look like someone who needs something a little more fun than..” He picked up her glass and tasted the drink. “Ugh what is this?” He reached behind the bar and poured himself a shot. “What makes you think I need more fun in my life?” She asked. “Drinkin all alone on a friday night. All dressed up with no where to go.” “I wasn't alone, Juice was h-“ Tig raised a finger, hushing her. “Shh shh Its okay, doll. Tiggy's here now.” She had raised her eyebrows but then she had laughed before she downed the rest of her drink. “Well, Tiggy. I may be all dressed up but I got somewhere to go.” “Oh and wheres that?” She had smiled playfully before she had grabbed his shot glass and downed that too. “Away from you.” She placed the glass back on the bar and walked away. Tig might have thought she wasn't interested, had he not kept his eyes on her. But luckily for him his eyes had followed you across the room, and he definitely did not miss the playful smile and the wink you threw him on the way.

X

Tig stepped out of the shower and dried himself before heading back into the room and climbing back into the bed. It was probably for the best that you had left, he thought. He wasn't used to sharing the bed anyway. At least that was the excuse he gave himself as he drifted back to sleep.

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Tig answered the door to find you leaning against the wall opposite his dorm room. “Hey you.” You smiled seductively. Tig smirked and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room. “Four nights in a row, huh?” You rolled your eyes and walked past him into the room. “Dont flatter yourself, Trager. Charming’s a boring town.” Tig smirked and closed the door behind you. “Thought you'd be watching Elvis performing at the Boulevard tonight.” “Please, like I wanna see my dad in those outfits.” You sat on the bed and peeled off your shirt, exposing your bra. “Can we not talk about my dad?” Tig chuckled and walked to stand in front of you. He leant downed kissed your lips. “How bout we don't talk at all?” You reached for his shirt and pulled him down again. “I like the way you think.” You kissed him hungrily and he reached down and lifted your legs, pushing you further up the bed and he hovered over you. His hands moved up your thighs, caressing the soft curve of your ass cheeks. His lips stayed on yours, his tongue exploring his mouth but the usual hunger was lacking. He kissed you slowly and deeply and pushed himself against your core. You moaned and he pulled his lips away and kissed down your neck. This time though, he didn't bite you. He kissed you softly and sucked gently at your skin. You bucked your hips, desperate for friction. “Come on, Trager. I didn't come here so you could make me come with kisses.” You whined, pushing yourself up to rub against his crotch. “Patience, baby girl.” Tig hushed and kissed along your neck once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed, rolling the both of you till you sat in his lap and he was lying against the bed. “Fuck your patience.” You kissed him hungrily and reached behind you to unclip your bra. His hands roamed over your skin, holding your body close to his. You pulled away from him and sat straight, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried fingers. Tig lifted his hands to caress your breasts and you met his eye. The gaze that met yours frightened you. You'd seen it before, only a couple of times but you knew what it was. It wasn't a hunger, it wasn't desire. it wasn't just lust, there was a longing.. possibly even love? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and kissed him again. He rolled you over so he lay on top and this time you didn't resist. His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs, leaving only your panties. Tig kissed you, with more passion than you had expected. It had been a long time since you'd felt such passion in a kiss and when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath he stayed close. His breath was on your lips and he rubbed his nose wth yours gently. You opened your eyes to meet those piercing blue eyes and you saw that same longing look once more. You were quick to bring his lips to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Your hands ran down his body and unbuckled his belt and his hand left your body long enough to push his jeans and his boxers down. He Tugged your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your slick folds before lining himself up at your entrance. He met your gaze as he pushed into you,causing you to gasp and when you saw that same look in his eyes you clutched yours shut. Tig always felt so good inside you, stretching yu and pushing into you over and over. The room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans and it wast long before waves of pleasure were rolling over you. Yet every time you looked into those blue eyes as he pounded into you that same look was there, that same yearning. Like he was searching the very edges of your soul for some kind of connection. The more you saw it, and he more you thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made you feel. Until he pounded into you harder and your orgasm drove all those thoughts from your mind.

Tig brought the joint to his lips and watched you from his spot on the bed as you got dressed, Like usual, you were quick to leave after your encounters. Normally that wouldn't bother Tig, but with you he wouldn't mind if you stayed, maybe just a little while longer. “You going to Gems dinner tonight?” You turned to look at Tig as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Yeah, told her Id be there.” “You can ride with me, I’ll pick you up.” You raised your eyebrows. “And whats my dad gonna say when I turn up riding bitch with you?” “Oh he wont be there.” He took a drag of his joint. “Clays sending him and Hap up to Tacoma to sort some business.” “Oh,” You frowned. He hadn't mentioned it to you yet. “I dunno, we should probably take seperate rides.” Tig nodded. “Well maybe you could stay here after, since Bobbys gonna be outta town.” You stopped what you were doing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You know Im leaving soon, right?” “Right, in a month or so.” “No, Tiggy. Im leaving at the end if the week. Im going back home.” Tigs heart sank and he took a long drag of the joint before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “Guess we better make the most if our time then, huh doll?” “I don't think thats such a good idea.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your hands. “Maybe it'll be best if we just stay friends- without the benefits.” Tig frowned. “I thought were having fun.” You stood and leant over him. “We were.” You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You could taste him on your tongue and when you pulled away you stroked his cheek gently. And just like that you turned and grabbed your bag before heading out of the room, without another glance. The moment your lis had pressed against his Tig knew it was over. It wasn't a ‘see you later’ kiss. It wasn't a ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. it wasn't a ‘maybe one last time’ kiss. It was a Goodbye kiss. Tig sighed and rolled over, the memories of you beneath him taunting him, knowing he'd never see you like that again and the taste of your Goodbye still lingering on his lips.

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[awakeningofthedeath]

Awakening of the Death-Chapter #5

The constellations are so different here. I never seen so many...but theres more starts here then in London. Too bad though that they will fade soon. I never realized that the city is really growing. Will my sanity be like these stars? How much longer can I hold on to my sanity until nothing but blackness clouded my mind.

Jack stared up into the constellations from the rooftops, his mind seemed to be still with only a single moral thought screaming in his mind. 

I could of killed Hellen. 

True, he killed before, but mostly templars and never seemed to of moved him. Yet when he is in his darkest thoughts and his memories come upon him like a tiger upon a deer.  He still had horrors of when he seriously injured Jacob five  years before in India. Yet this time, he had nothing to strike at to release his tension and strength. He just ran through the streets and all of central park and finally, to the place where he and Hellen stay. He couldn’t bear to bring himself inside. So he sat on the roof, watching the twilight fall and seeing the night in it’s radiance. He heard the sound of light footsteps, He turned on his knees, hidden blade out, heart pumping.

“Whoah! Easy there thunderhead!” Hellen raised her hans in surrender. Jack sighed in relief. He shelved back his blade and resumed sitting down without saying a word. Hellen walked towards the man. “I figured you’d be here. Assassin’s intuition, or just instinct to be up here. Seeing from on top of the world.” When Jack didn’t say, nor as given a tinker’s curse to even look at her; Hellen sat right next to him, looking up into the sky. “Beautiful night, eh Jack. Bet a nickel you don't see any in this mass in London.”

Again he never replied.

Hellen was beginning to lose patience. She took a breath. “We...well you won about a hundred and twenty dollars today. I’d never even knew you'd be worth as much as a racing horse in bets.” Jack’s eyes seemed to darken from what Hellen saw. “Okay...obviously you’d hate praises. Okay. But..we have enough to last us a long time if we get...”

“How could you be like this?” Jack snapped. The suddenness of the mood caught Hellen of guard.

“What the hell are you talking about Jack?”

“i could of snapped your neck right off your shoulders and you’d be jolly as if that fight was from a holiday. Damn it! I could of killed you Hellen!” Jack’s hands shook. “I’m not sure if I’m worthy of your...”

“Stop Jack!” Hellen placed a hand on his trembling shoulder. “Trying to prolong an apology will only make the wheel deeper in the mud. I’d forgiven you if I could see the purpose of that punch. But hell that was what I called a punch. Haven been hit that hard since Old man Bowmen’s mule kicked me square in the ribs. My point is. I have a thick skull, and it will take a man with the strength of a thousand Hercules’s to break this thick skull.” She tapped the top of her auburn head.

Jack resumed looking outward, eyes distant, as if in another moment, another place. One which Hellen was determined to understand for Jack’s sake.

“Hhmmm... I can tell by your expression that you are missing someone. Perhaps your parents? Your sibling? Friends... Or... Um...a girlfriend?" The last question sounds more little bit down tone. Hellen then realized that he already expressed that he didn’t have a girlfriend. But each question that she asked, Jack never responded.

Jack still staring and not moving a mussel, looking into the city that never sleeps and into the night sky. Hellen exhaled she scotched closer to him. "I m sorry, I didn't ask about yourself, Jack... Did you... Had a family?"

Jack turn his face a little bit. "I only had my mother... When I was six years old... she was murdered by my own mentor..." 

Hellen gave a small gasp. Sir Jacob Frye? " How that happen...?" Hellen try to make herself as comfortable as she can, preparing for listen Jack’s story. Time for a come to Jesus moment pa. I hope he’s really as open as I hope. 

"It's all because of that day. The day when I was a young boy, useless, I did nothing! But only witnesses for my mother's death." Hellen touch her mouth with her tips of her fingers. "But when that happen, there was only one man, who could of prevented it from happening. But he didn't do it! He choose to runaway! And let my mom's die, dying on the street! She stared at me, ordered me to run. I can still see her eyes, her blue eyes looking at me. Terrifying, holding her pain from death, her pale face... looking at me... begged me to run..." Jack voice started to tremble, Hellen could see in the waters of Jack’s eyes shimmering in the blue orals.  

He closed them, placed his head on his knees, and exhaled a shaky breath. He was exposing his vonerabilaty to this stranger.

Not a stranger!

Ally!

Jack inhale then exhale. He lifted his head and continued "And that man who's running from my mother was my mentor... Jacob Frye..." His eyes turn to darken, very evil looking, like there's a demon hiding there and prepare to awaken. 

Hellen saw this Jack turned to be someone else. Something dark. But she keep steady and trying to relax. 

“A injured maverick (wild horse) only needs trust and a soft hand before the healing begins”

The quote from Hellen’s father danced through her mind. Hope your right pa. Hellen thought.

"So... What happen to you then... And Jacob Frye?"She asked calmly

Jack clenched his fist. Trembling. "The Templars arrest me and throw me at the madhouse, Lambeth Asylum." 

Her eyes widened. She heard stories of neglect and experiments through those hospitals "Oh my God..."

"I spent more about ten years inside there. I have some... torturing, injection, overdose..." Jack stop talking. He gulped, braced himself from the anger. "Every minutes, every second I prayed to God that I will get revenged for all of this to Jacob Frye."Jack shut his mouth and back to stare at night sky. His face was little bit more reddish. He just realize it was the first time he told everything about his hellish childhood to someone he barely knows. But hell, the words all out now.

Hellen stared at him, she felt pity and sadness for this man. I'd she can do anything to makes him happy right this. Right now, she knew she’d had to do it. "That was incredibly sad, Jack. I wish, I can do more for you to be happy..." She look at Jack’s face and placed her bruised hand upon his own bloody hand. Jack stared at her too. They're​ faces blushed and they realized in the privacy of their own individual thoughts that some stupid things are developing inside their hearts.

Hellen quickly withdrew her hand, rubbing it as if to check on the injury that was never really present."Uh oh... Sorry... I mean... I had a rough past too. Jack.” 

Jack scoffed. That made Hellen’s brow wrinkle, but she kept going. “Your not My pa was killed by a pack of Templars. I was fifteen years old. Ten years ago to be exact. Or was it eleven? Hell what does it matter...”

“IT DOES MATTER!” Jack cried out. “To lose a parent, is a great loss. I watched my mother die!”

“I had to listen! Jack! He told me to hide, and I obeyed...I had to listen to him die! That is worse then watching!” Hot tears threatened to escape, yet she pinched a nerve in her hand to get her mind off the tears.

Jack took a breath. “Please. Tell me. Tell me about...that day.” He turned and devoted attention to Hellen. Jack positioned himself in order to be more relaxed, and he started to listen. She rubbed her eyes and took a breath.

“It was like any other day. Though days prior, my pa and my godfather, Collin Anderson, we’re in a serious discussion in regards of a man who came and asked my pa questions about his bloodline. And by bloodline, I’m not talking about racehorse type you know.” Hellen chuckled at the observant of the joke. “Right. A day before, my pa gave me...an object to keep in my pocket. He told me to never leave it out of my trousers nor out of my sight. The next day...”

Hellen looked down to blink the tears away. Jack couldn’t say anything at that point. Not when this girl is prepared to unearthed her soul to him.

“He hid me under the hollow floor boards of the homestead, back home in Missouri. We always had a hidden area for leftover tobacco bushels. We were tobacco farmers and well as horse brokers.”

“Horse brokers?” Jack asked.

“We trained horses. That was what my pa did best. And a headshot with on top of one, even before the war.”

“He served?” Jack asked yet another simple question.

Hellen nodded. “Commander of the Union Calvery region. Veteran of both the border and the civil part of the forsaken war. Yet, he was an assassin before, during, and after the war. He’d never told me he was one, nor of a war still going on to this day. I found out after he died. I wished he'd told me sooner, then I could of...” Hellen took a shaky breath that transfigured into a chuckle. “Sorry...I get side tracked when I...”

“Please continue Hellen.” Jack insisted.

Hellen turned to look at the horizons of New York. “Before I hid underneath, he’d told me to keep silent and wait to the outcome of whats to come. He told me if things went south. That means wrong to you Brits. I would wait for the clearance and run for the town of Liberty, where Collin Anderson lived. He was the Omega of the Kansas/Missouri border.”

“Omega?”

“It’s complicated, I’ll explain later. ”  She waved a hand in the air. “He kissed my cheek, embraced me, and said “I love you Hellen. You’ll always be my honeysuckle. Be strong and be tough as a maverick.” I told him I loved him as he closed the trap door that was under the table in the parlor room. It was quiet for a few minutes, then the hard pounding of the door came. There was a crash. There seemed to be a fight going on. I remember hearing the crash of the table above me, so I crawled forward silently. A large thud sound came above me, and as I looked up...with my gift. A gift I thought only I had and never told a soul...I think my pa knew all along about it...for I believed he had it too. As I stared through. I noticed two men holding my pa, each one by the arm. About four or five more stood around. And at that moment, they’d began beating on him. I wanted to do something! But I couldn’t. Then there was the sound of footsteps coming towards him.”

Hellen paused, her fingers tightening on her knee. “A man with a scottish accent began talking to him. He’d explained about how he’d knew all about my pa. Of him being an assassin, the one who was “the Cormac bane of the templar rite”. I discovered later that my pa was a key figure in the fall of the American Rite after Grand Master Tweed’s arrest back in’63 and before and beyond that. The man also taunted my pa, saying that...he knew of my pa’s  family legacy. How he knew that my pa was the last known guardian of the relic ring that belonged to Captain Kidd. He also knew of me. He mocked saying “Typical of the assassins to now place the burden of your creed upon children. What a damn shame.” My father then made the boldest statement I’ve ever heard, “You’ll never grab her will, nor of the people McGriffon. The people of this nation, including my daughter are mavericks*...” 

*Authors Note*

Maverick is a term, usually referring to cattle, for an animal that does not carry a brand. In the period of the United States open range, such animals were relatively common.  

“... they are meant to be unbranded, free from the enslavement of any false ideals that aren't associated with the Lord Almighty. Take your father of understanding and rot in hell.” My father was then beaten up pretty badly for that. I was stunned eve, hearing my father making bold remarks like that. Then the man, McGriffon, he took the revolver to my father’s temple and asked again where the piece of Eden was. When pa didn’t answer, McGriffon was stroll around and said, “It be a damn shame is something happens to that “maverick” daughter of yours. She would of made a suitable wife to someone of grand statures...” My father then uttered, “No one touches my daughter!” From what Collin examined later when he...”

Hellen found a stray tear sliding down, yet she’d dared not to cry in front of this man she only knew for a couple of weeks. “McGriffon placed the colt in the back of my father’s left shoulder and recited “riposare in pace” there was a loud bang...” He hands began to shake. Jack took Hellen’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Jack had a sense of rage towards this McGriffon. He mocked the creed before killing Jeremiah. This man is almost to Starrick’s rank of cruelty. Jack thought.

Hellen continued. “I was underneath where my father was placed. And as I waited until the sound of the footsteps of the men left, I remember, feeling a stream of hot blood spilling through the cracks of the wood floor. I knew then, that it was my pa’s. So I crawled back and up into the parlor, and there I found him. My father. The commander and veteran of the cruel civil war, murdered...shot in the back of...”

“We can stop there if you need to.” Jack’s interruption caught Hellen off guard. She looked to see her hand gripping his so tight that it caused Hellen’s bandages to come undone. Hellen let his hand go and traced her left ear. 

“Sorry...it’s just...I never really...only Collin heard this story...”

“Seems like this Collin means so much to you.” Jack asked in an analyzed look upon his face.

Hellen wasn’t sure what he’d meant at first, until she’d understood a second later. “Oh God No! Collin Anderson and my father served together in the war. He’s my godfather. Why?” Hellen raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “You suddenly...”

“No.” Jack turned again to the city, staring coldly. “No...I...I now have a better understanding that...you...we...had been though the same horrors of hell.”

As Hellen was about to continue, when Jack placed a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t, have to finish the story tonight.”

Hellen didn’t say another word. She only looked out of the horizon, scotching herself closer to Jack. “The city...it has a beauty to it. But I’m sure it’s nothing like London to you.”

“I never notice the city at night.” Jack said coldly.

Hellen looked up into the sky. “Obviously you’ve never known the constellations at night time. It’s funny really. My pa and I used to have there “Confessions on the roof. My pa always said, “When theres not a church near by, the stars in the blanket of night are the original Sistine Chapel.” to which I agreed. There so many countless stars that you swear that some adramida or constellation has it’s own story.”

 Both assassins sat upon the rood for what seemed like hours. Hellen’s eyes began to take weight from exhaustion from the days events. Her tired head was placed upon Jack’s shoulder. He gasped silently feeling the weight; but he didn’t brush her off, only watched her for a bit. When she’d began to shift in her sleep, Jack carefully placed one hand on her shoulder and the other to support her head. He lowered the sleeping woman upon his lap, even if he was uncertain on why he did it. But seeing Hellen sleeping in such a peaceful matter gave him a curiosity about her. For she looked of that of Sleeping Beauty or Snow White stories from the Grimm Brothers volumes of stories. 

Jack touched a stray curl from Hellen’s head. He could tell how silky it must of felt. Yet he’d never fully touched a woman’s hair without force for killing or any rational reason. Taking off his leather gloves, Jack traced his callused and bruised fingers through Hellen’s auburn hair. He never realized how lovely it looked in the moonlight, like that of dark blood with magic light glowing. Her skin glowed with old sweat and youthfulness for a quarter of a century year old woman. He’d traced a stray curl onto his large index finger, and yucked it into Hellen’s torn right ear. The ear Jack noticed that Hellen always seemed to hide or touch when the subject of her father came up. 

What Happened to you Hellen? He’d asked in his thoughts, tracing along the torn edges, making Hellen shutter in his lap. When he’s withdrawn, Hellen relaxed again in his lap. Jack lightly stroke her head, looking down. “I think...I think I’m falling for you.” Jack whispered, yet his tone was a hybrid of doubts and certainty.

Jack and hellen sat for another few hours. Jack thought again about his past and of his goal back in London, yet something is pinning him down. When his eyes too began to become heavy, Jack took Hellen into his arms and he gently climbed through the opened window into the living room, went into Hellen’s bedroom and placed her upon the bed and covered her with a blanket. As he’d took himself to leave, he saw upon the dresser window an old photograph of a photograph of a Union soldier in uniform. He was wearing a Army Calvary Commander’s uniform with a brace that seemed too familiar to any assassin. His face looked strong and determined. He had a bit of a five o’clock shadow going on his face at the time, yet never diminished his handsome face. Jack could only guess that this man was Hellen’s father. He was drawn to learn more about him; for some reason in his mind, the name put together, Jeremiah Patterson, seemed very familiar somehow.

Jack quietly shut the door behind, removed his shirt and collapsed onto the couch where he’d fallen asleep. Somehow, the space felt incomplete without the head weight upon his body.

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[brieannexo]

Warfare

Alright guys, I gotta share something with you all. Mostly, because I want this event to be saved on the internet for me to look back on as long as tumblr continues to be a thing, and because I just need to share some stuff about the overwhelming faithfulness of God. 

Do you know that we are under attack every single second of our lives? Satan himself, is at all times looking to distract you and destroy you.

John 10:10a - The thief enters only to steal, kill, and destroy. 

We are constantly being tempted to sin, and distracted from God’s plan. Satan will do everything in his power to stop you from hearing the Good News - because once you’ve heard that and accepted it into your heart, you’re on the winning team, baby! But here’s the thing... if you have been saved by the blood of Jesus dying on the cross for your sins, Satan cannot take that salvation away from you. However, he can (and will) do everything possible to stop you from living for God - from blessing others - and living for Heaven here on Earth. Satan wants you to sit in front of God on Judgement Day, and be embarrassed when God asks you what you did with the resources he gave you. Satan wants to steal your jewel moments! Sorry, Satan. But theres no puny crown in my future - all glory to God, AMEN!  Stop letting him distract you. And he’s not gonna tempt you with something that is easy to say no to. If Satan handed you a giant pile of poop and said to eat it, I’m sure that you’d have no problem turning that down and turning to God. But if he handed you a nice hot-from-the-oven brownie... that might be a little harder. 

Psalms 119:1-6 - Joyful are people of integrity, who follow the instructions of the Lord. Joyful are those who obey his laws and search for him with all their hearts. They do not compromise with evil, and they walk only in his paths. You have charged us to keep your commandments carefully. Oh, that my actions would consistently reflect your decrees! Then I will not be ashamed when I compare my life with your commands.

So how do you prevent him from distracting you and not living for God? Easy. Know God. Be his best friend. Talk to him. Keep his words, whether from the bible, through others God has put in your life, or straight from his mouth, in your heart. Pray for wisdom to see the attacks from afar, so that you can be prepared for the fight. Pray for the armor of God to surround you, and deflect Satan’s attacks. Say those actual words to him, and watch how your situation changes.

John 10:10b - I came so that they could have life—indeed, so that they could live life to the fullest.

So why is this weighing so heavily on my heart right now? Because until last night, I had never truly, one on one, witnessed spiritual warfare happen in my soul. It was always being handled behind the scenes for me  - like God was my big sister fighting the bullies on the playground while I ate cookies with Mom and felt safe and protected. But let me tell you... Satan was TRYING me last night.

So background: I have been having a lot of changes happen in my life lately that are completely out of my control (and I’m 100% convinced orchestrated by Satan), leading to a lot of anxiety about my future. The future of my career, where my (serious) boyfriend and I are heading, if I’m going to pack up my life here in NY and move somewhere else... like grass is greener on the other side type of stuff. Distractions from where God has me, right now.

When you’re a nurse, no one except other nurses really understands the stuff that happens at work. So my “Work Wife” aka bff calls me at 8pm after her 12 hour shift to vent and bounce some ideas off of me - totally normal for us to do for eachother. But with all of these recent changes in my life, I am immediately overwhelmed with anxiety of what I am going to walk into in just 11 short hours. Working in a hospital is like walking into a burning building, hoping to not touch a flame but coming out so charred that my mom would wanna throw you out for fear of carcinogenic poisoning like an overdone hotdog at at BBQ. But we as nurses are called to serve others, so we continue to run into the fire day after day.

My mom has been my soundboard for these issues lately, and she just encouraged me to fall asleep in prayer. But mom, you don’t get it. You’re not a nurse, you don’t understand. I take her advice anyway, put on Elevation Worship’s new album and speak Jesus’ name over my situation. I remember being half asleep, and waking up still worshipping and praying. And I felt peace. So, everything should have been great the rest of the night, right? 

Nope. Big fat nope.

Nightmare after nightmare, eerily mocking exactly what I was praying for just hours prior.

1st prayer: Direction. Where am I going, God? Dream Brie was wandering, all alone, walking lost on a busy highway. Cars flying by at 90 mph both ways, not even a divider to keep me protected. My iPhone wouldn’t type what I was trying to get it to type, my GPS was not working. Satan was telling me that I’m lost, and alone, and without working resources.

2nd prayer: Security. Dream Brie was being chased by someone referred to as the “abuser.” His only intention was to hurt me. Weird, almost human/almost monster face, chasing me through black, dead vines that were trying to hold me back. I kept running, but I was so tired, He was so quick and could read my next move before I even made it. Satan was making it clear that he was after me, that I couldn’t outsmart him, that he was going to hurt me. But I saw a weird hue of light in the distance...

3rd prayer: Community. Dream Brie saw people worshipping God - may or may not have been my brain’s version of Elevation Church’s worship team, I saw a lot of ripped skinny jeans and slicked back hair -  but their music was so BEAUTIFUL! They stretched out their arms to me, but I couldn’t make it. I couldn’t reach their hand. Satan was telling me I wasn’t good enough for them, I wasn’t good enough to be included in their worship. 

And then: I fell. I fell face first, through the black and dead vines onto cool, dewy, green grass. And I cried. I cried out to Jesus - I spoke his name over my current situation and happy tears started streaming down my face and I was LAUGHING. Laughing in the Lord’s presence - I can’t even explain the immense JOY that I felt! And the vines started to slither away. And there I was left, laughing and crying happy tears and yelling out, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!”

I woke up, saw that I had another 2 hours to sleep, and did not have one more dream. Even better, the bible apps verse of the day was John 16:33 (which has been my favorite verse for years) and I was overcome with such peace again. 

I have told you these things so that in me you may heave peace. In this world you will have trouble, but take heart for I have overcome the world - John 16:33

We live in such a broken, sick and destroyed world, guys. But like I said earlier, we are on the winning team. We have the end of the book, we know what happens! Satan is going to try and do as much damage that he can because he is watching the sand in his hourglass get smaller and smaller. Do not let him distract you. Protect yourself. Let Jesus fight for you. Let him in. 

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