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saw your post abt rapunzel manipulating tim in their convo and god hard agree it Is concerning that so many ppl didn't see it. also crazy to me that ppl are mad at tim and defending rapunzel, saying that they would have taken the book too because tim was being rude etc. to me it seemed that both tim the character and ally the player Wanted to believe that rapunzel wasn't part of the plan and was good but just kind of strange, and both are successfully fooled. tim absolutely fumbles the interaction and ally could have played things better, but rapunzel was so clearly in charge of the conversation, leading him into saying worse and worse things and putting his foot in his mouth while tim was genuinely trying to be nice. tim is awkward and blunt and eccentric with Everyone, it's weird that ppl are saying he was being singularly rude to her or patronizing her or that he deserved to get the book taken. that interaction was clumsy as hell and so many words could have been chosen better but tim so clearly was trying so hard to fix his initial fuck up and be friendly w her in the same weird way he talks to everyone. I don't see how ppl came out of that scene on her side even if tim was a little rude and unfortunate w his word choice, and it's concerning to see ppl being like "ha take that stupid old man!!" abt the book being taken + in defense of a character we met an episode and a half ago and who we have been told outright is an expert at deceiving people. the princesses are so so interesting as characters and the morals going on are complex and that's a whole different conversation, but I feel like no matter whether you love rapunzel or not, ppl should be able to recognize that she was manipulating tim in that moment and taking advantage of his trusting disposition. not trying to start discourse in your ask box ofc!!! I've just seen No One Else express discomfort w rapunzel in that scene

anon this ask has been living in my head rent free since you sent it, i've been stewing over how to respond because y e s. for context, check out this post to save discourse on main (this is about to be a long one of fan critic analysis, get your popcorn and settle in if you wanna read, this is the longest post i've ever made), im gonna put my thoughts and response under a read more, sososo many spoilers under the cut read at your own risk

These were all in the replies and tags and I want to reply to all of them bc they're all worthy of being talked about bc i feel like the majority of the fandom is almost scared to critique?? So like let's talk about it since nobody else seems to be taking this approach from what I can tell (thank you to you anon for being on my side as well as the rest of you who are screaming with me) I will begin by saying that my original post is not critiquing ally the player, or any of the other players. i understand that they were in that dome, filming a session of dungeons and dragons, and improv acting and roleplaying for many hours on end with back to back episodes. i kind of get ally and the rest of the table maybe just wanting to "hope for the best", especially ally as they are quite a "hope for the good in others" type of person. it's frustrating from a viewer perspective sure, but i totally dont blame anyone ever for making a "wrong" or "non-optimal" choice while playing a ttrpg, they just have the misfortune of being filmed while doing so. i myself have made tons of bag fumbles while playing dnd, even when i thought everything through ten times over. so anything i have said or will say forward isn't to put any shouldering on to the people playing these silly storybook characters, like, i Get It

What i do want to critique is the fan response, which is the more worrying one!!! like i said in my original post, i was surprised by my d20 watch buddy having a similar response to ally. the total "oh, maybe she's just quirky bc of the self isolation, maybe she's autism rep" approach. my friend, love her to death, is also one of those "sees the best in others and hope everyone is always aiming to be their best selves" type of person, very similar to ally. i came online after that episode expecting everybody on the fanbase level to be screaming with me in a "i told you so!!" way

instead. i came online and saw people just on the attack and the defense in absolutely skewed ways!! out of NOWHERE, all these fans have come on to post about how "tim was patronizing her, and thats why she stole the book" "wow i would have hated being called girly and honey as well" "wow these conversations really didnt go their way why was tim so mean to her :(" or the opposite of "rapunzel is the evilest person to ever exist bc xyz these princesses are evil villains" or "we need to protect these princesses bc they just didnt know any better uwu"

i feel like, on a fan level, me and you anon (+all these lovely folks in the notes of that post) were the only ones screaming "hold on, that is literally not the same media i just watched"

i've seen before a lot of people be like "wow, media literacy is at an all time low" and i never really understood that until i saw the reactions after that episode. as a fan or viewer watching any media, we have the privilege of seeing more about the media than the people who are creating it. that's the best joy of being a viewer, we get to sit back and spot those foreshadowing moments and bite our nails in suspense when the music goes creepy and see the artwork and overall, we have the privilege of catching vibes that maybe those acting in it do not. this leads to those bonding moments of "i told you so" "wow im biting my nails and pacing" "oh they're gonna REGRET that". and, an "oh my god no no no do not hug her she wants to take your book god now she's feeling you up with her hair she's looking for the book ROLL INITIATIVE!!!!". it leads to glorious moments of ~dramatic irony~, a literary term for literally when something is happening in a story and the readers can catch it, but the protagonist probably didnt bc they're not seeing the full picture. While watching, from my perspective, yeah it was frustrating to watch the player bag fumble turn after turn, but it's a game of dnd, they film so many back to back, they don't get the same experience as us. however.

brennan did a great job at dropping the foreshadowing, to the point of not even so much subtly foreshadowing, he DIRECTLY TOLD THEM rapunzel was a liar and uses her words as knives. like someone pointed out, the players even PAID for that information, with the golden bridle. by the time they met these princesses, they probably knew the most about rapunzel's true nature over all the other princesses, that she uses her charisma to her advantage. the players made their choice to do the diplomatic route, to split up and chat. ally did the right thing for picking rapunzel with tim's 19 charisma stat, it would have been charisma against charisma, and an even playing field for someone they have been explicitly told is a master of words and deceit.

as fans, we've seen these episodes edited and put back to back. clues are lined up in a row. was it frustrating to see ally playing tim in a naïve way? sure. but tim's been pretty naïve this whole time, so you could stack it up to a character choice. what's more frustrating is seeing the responses of viewers being blindsided by the book thieving and chalking it all up to "evil vs good" and rapunzel's choice shaking them to their cores.

by this point in the story, by the time you get to that episode, rapunzel already gave enough bad vibes with the talk of her charismatic deceits and with her hair everywhere spying on them. maybe that last one wasn't explicitly stated, but it was heavily implied to the point of gerard writing the plans on a note instead of wanting them said out loud by elody, a scene that happened way before tim's. by the time we see rapunzel get to the kitchen, she is INSTANTLY catty. someone described her on the post as "eldritch regina george" and. yes. exactly. eldritch regina george. from our privileged spot as a viewer, rapunzel comes in, puts on the fake smile, puts on her fake tone, and says "what are you doing in here? :)". she was already ready to fight timothy. that first sentence was hostile. she was OFFENDED and checking on tim to make sure mother goose wasn't counter-spying. i honestly didnt think that would have to have been explicitly stated, she was in attack mode and plastered the fake smile for a show so that she had the upperhand in the conversation that was about to happen. this is something that fans should have at least caught on to right off the bat, we've been explicitly told that she is fake more than she is honest for the sake of being a "performative person"

the conversation happens, and she starts becoming more verbally hostile. "i dont know, what SHOULD we do hehe. it's ruined now :)" "no use in crying over spilt milk *pours milk with hair on the floor with a smile* oh no :)" "...or if it was on purpose :/ :)" "why dont you go get a mop :)" "i chose to be charming :)"

every sentence she replied with was carefully chosen. as viewers, we can watch brennan's face in full clarity of intimidation. we can have the knowledge that has been provided to not trust rapunzel as she is a charismatic spy who has words for knives. in my opinion, even without those clues before now, her show that she put on in the kitchen should have been enough as is to show that she is acting maliciously and with hostility. the smile is there as to not incite physical violence on tim's part bc then it would make TIM look like the bad guy if he attacked first. by the time she goes in for the hug. im sorry. but ally the player should have caught that, the whole table should have caught that, and-more importantly-the fans should have caught that. we all watched the same thing. we have all been told the same information. to purposefully ignore all of the red flags just to pull a "well tim was kind of mean and patronizing, and rapunzel doesnt have social skills from being locked in a tower, i forgive her, wow i didnt see that coming" is absolutely *batshit*

the lack of people catching on is what concerns me. i've met TONS of people growing up (sorry here, im all for women's wrongs, but mainly cis-girls tbh) who act like rapunzel does. from middle school and high school bullies/mean girls. mean girls at college. from parents or teachers or bosses. from normal adults in my life. they always have the same tone and inflections in the same places. the same faces with the wrinkled nose. the same sickly sweet smile. brennan played rapunzel, a known manipulator, perfectly. to a T. he embodied it fully. people JUST LIKE RAPUNZEL walk amongst us every day. i can guarantee you that even these fans that didnt catch it have met people like rapunzel in their own lives.

rapunzel is a character yes, but she is a character that mimics a masterclass manipulator. she IS the mean girl, the regina george. it leaked out of her every word, tone, and inflection. every single thing told about her and shown was, in no world, some "uwu the sweet bean was locked in a tower and doesnt have social skills". that was her origin, her start point. just like sleeping beauty locked in a castle, snow locked in her coffin. rapunzel directly says "i chose to be charming. :)." she had her origin of no social skills, her sad origin of being locked in isolation in her tower, and said "this is my greatest flaw, so i am going to dedicate my life to improving this skill bc it's what stopping me from achieving my goals." she trained her social skills to be good. too good. so good that she hopes nobody will catch her sweet charming self in the act of malicious intentions. this. was. directly. stated.

it worries me on a psychological level of the fans. yes it shows a lack of media literacy, something is frustrating on a fan-to-fan level. it shows a lack of ability of critical thinking. it shows a lack of ability to participate in dramatic irony, a necessary literary device to instill tension into a horror campaign. but also, and to what is probably my main point in this novel long hot take: it has real world implications. mean girls like rapunzel are a guarantee in life. i'm sorry, but it's true. maybe the person acts differently, maybe they aren't as obvious or more obvious. but these people walk amongst us. they use the same tone and same cadence to their words. these manipulators see what they want, and devise a way to convince the person into giving them what they want. rapunzel did not use the Charm Person spell, or the Friendship spell. She used. her words. like a normal human being. and by doing so, we as the fans were able to catch on and should have had a moment of "RUN GOOSE, RUN AWAY, NO DONT LET HER HUG YOU". but instead, a lot of people turn a blind eye to these manipulators in their lives. they pull a "aw but they have a tragic backstory, they're just confused and need love :/" "they cant be THAT bad..." they see a sweet little smile on the face and an upticked tone of voice, and go "well, they're playing nice, so now i have to play nice bc otherwise im the bad guy here" which!!! you do not!!

this is exactly how manipulators worm their ways in, this is what ALLOWS manipulation to work in its various forms. it's how people get trapped in abusive relationships. it's how people get scammed. on a personal end, i lived a narcissistic manipulator for a long time growing up, and it was exhausting. once you could put down the rose colored glasses and see right through the act, you notice how every inch of their mannerisms are performative. everything they say and do comes with the caveat of them wanting something from you and are trying to butter you up in the meantime. if you catch and call onto it, they IMMEDIATELY turn on you, they sneer and retreat to their next target who it will fool. the cycle continues, the next target is selected.

on a fan level, if we as fans cannot play into dramatic irony as a practice, if we cannot exit our seats of mind to catch on to those "eldritch regina george" quirks at the bud in a piece of fictional media where the puzzle has been handed on a silver platter, then there is a l o t more work to be done on 1) general media literacy 2) ANY fandom perception on media and 3) general awareness of how to spot and deal with manipulators in real life. if you can't catch on to it in a silly fictional ttrpg media, how do you expect to catch on to it in real life? how many of these same fans are trapped in manipulative relationships around them? how many more will they fall for bc of the "oh no but they have tragic backstory so it's forgiven uwu"? as fans, you cant sit there in the same breath saying that tim was condescending to rapunzel and then follow it up with not noticing what was ACTUALLY happening in real time. if you wanna say that rapunzel was ALLOWED to be a manipulator because of her origin, what other manipulators are you defending in your real life? how many of these manipulators continue their tricks BECAUSE they know naïve people exist and will fall for it? how many have been enabled in the same cycle bc it worked on one so it'll work on the next?

i wish i had a fun way to conclude this absolutely massive chunk of fandom critique gibberish, but i just dont. i wish i could find a more comprehensive way to scream about this, so take this post as me SCREAMING about this, anon my dm's are open if we wanna rant some more

#i havent entered fandom discourse in awhile in ANY fandom but this one has been bothering me so fucking much #tldr anon my messages are open if you wanna scream with me some more #anon #ask #neevrafter spoilers #neverafter #d20 #dimension 20 #d20 spoilers

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Silence~7~ Eddie Munson

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Tags : @reidstea @sadbitchfangirl @pagesfalling @noayuusukki

@fvcking-gxddess @ruinedbythehobbit @eddiemuns0nl0ver @haylaansmi @yourdailymemedelivery @xxhospital-for-soulsxx @m-rae23 @h-o-m-e-w-a-r-d @heyhowareyaxd @rockautumnviking

Summary: You are Dustin's sister, everyone adores you but one. Eddie Munson. You are mute and no one has heard you talk except Dustin and your mom. Will Eddie crack and comes to understanding why you are the way you are?

There was silence in the Henderson household. Dustin watched the heart broken look on your face as you pushed the now cold food around your plate. He watched you shut down and return to the familiar notebook in hand. Your mother hasn't heard you talk since you were happy, before. She asked Dustin what happened but Dustin had told her, he was trying to fix it.

" Baby cakes, please eat" your mother put her hand on your hand that was laying on the table, trying to cheer you up. She had made your favorite but you have not taken one single bite. You eyed her hand before eyeing her, she frowned feeling the disconnecting from you. You picked up your plate walking into the kitchen to put it near the sink.

" Dustin, what happened with your sister?" Dustin watch you walk out the door with a jacket on, turning to his mom, he sighed and shrugged.

It was his fault you were like this.

You walked down the path from your house, having no idea where you were walking when a car drove by but it stopped when it drove past you. It backed up but you had no idea about it as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket feeling the breeze against your cheeks.

But the car was a maroon BMW 733I. You knew who it was now as it stopped by you but you refused to stop for it.

" Dammit Y/N!" they said from the driver side. Steve.

You had no intentions of talking to him or anyone for that matter. You felt numb, lost and unwanted.

He got out of the car, slamming the door as he made his way to you grabbing your wrist to stop you.

" Let go of me!" you pulled at your wrist, trying to get him to not touch you. " Y/N, calm down. It's Steve"

" Go away" you muttered him turning around to walk away.

" I'm sorry!" he shouted throwing his hands in the air trying to get your attention. He didn't like that you were walking out in the middle of the day without telling anyone where you were. Dustin had called him telling him that you left without unknown of where you were going.

Steve got worried and now he wants to make sure you are safe.

" Sorry? For what?" you turned to face him, hands on your hips just like does. He eyes you and raises his eyebrow in question if you were mocking him or what.

" I'm a dumbass for not telling you about the Upside down, we all are. We wanted you safe, to stay away from that world. You were better off not knowing about it. You had too much on your plate as is"

" Bull fucking shit, Harrington!" Steve was shocked at your choice of words there but let you continue.

" You were my friend, at least that's what I thought you were. I thought you didn't hide things from someone like me, I trusted you. You know how big that is for me. Thank you for looking out for me, but I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. What if you never told me about this world, what if I lost you or Robin or Nancy or Dustin? Or someone else? Don't I matter, do my feelings do not count?!"

" They do! You count, Y/N. We all weren't thinking, we just wanted to keep you out of it. What if we lost you?"

" You already did" Steve mouth opened and closed at your answer. " Y/N, please.."

You shook your head, " Leave me alone, Harrington" you turned around walking away but not before he ran to grab you and threw you over his shoulder.

" Steve! Put me down!" you wiggled in his grasp, kicking him in the back and trying to get out but there was no use as he pushed you into his car, closing the door. You rushed to the side to open the door, but Steve got in and locked the door.

He turned around to face you pointing his finger at you, " we all care about you Y/N, even Munson."

You snorted as he mentioned Eddie, putting your arms across your chest glaring daggers at him.

" You might hate us Y/N, you might not like us but we only did it to protect you"

" I don't need your protection" he sighed starting the car and driving toward his house.

You looked up at Robin, Nancy, Will, Mike, Max, Lucus, Dustin and Steve who were in the room with you.

" Y/N" Dustin cleared his throat, you glared at him. He gulped what he wanted to say, getting up and patting Mike telling him it was his turn to talk but Mike did the same thing and patted Lucus to talk, Lucus did the same thing and Max rolled her eyes as she sat in front of you.

" Y/N" she started but you glared at her like she was six feet under you. " We care a lot about you"

" Steve said that already" you muttered. She nodded, looking at Steve for help. He sighed throwing his hands up.

" Must I do this myself" Robin scoffed as she started to say something when everyone started to yell at each other on what to say to you. You were watching this unfold, frowning seeing Eddie wasn't there.

He hadn't come when Robin plead him to come.

" Enough!" you yelled at them, they all became quite staring at you with wide eyes. " You all seem to only care about me when I was in trouble, when that monster was having me in his trance. You never ask me how I'm doing, you guys never hang out with me anymore. You all dropped me like I am nothing to you, bullshit to your caring. You don't"

" Y/N-" Dustin started to say but you cut him.

" You're suppose to be my brother, my best friend. You left me to go play D&D with your friends, you don't talk to me anymore. You leave me in my own head. All of you. It's unfair"

Your eyes brim with tears as you look at your friends.

" Oh Y/N" Robin says coming to hug, pulling you close to her. You sniffed, grabbing her to hug her back.

" My father used to abuse me and leave me to fend for myself, my father destroyed who I was, how I felt and everything about myself. I trusted you guy and you hurt me"

" We are so sorry Y/N" Robin kisses on top of your head, " yeah me too" Nancy say as she comes to the other side to wrap her arms around you. " Jesus, now I'm crying" Steve mutters as he walks over to the girls, wrapping his arms around them. Will joins next then it's Max, Lucus, Dustin and finally Mike.

They only could hear your sobs as their hearts broke.

Eddie sat in his trailer on his bed with a cigaret in his mouth and guitar in his lap. He was playing a song when everything stopped. He looked at the phone deciding weather he should call you and check on you.

He felt like an idiot for shutting you out. Chrissy had seen right through him.

He put his guitar away before putting on his shoes and grabbing his jacket as he headed out the trailer into the van.

He wanted to see you and that's what he was doing.

When he stopped by your house, he noticed Steve's BMW by your door along with someone else car. He stomped on the cigarette he had been smoking before making his way to your door. But he looks through the window to see his friends, and yours around you and comforting you. He watches as they pull away to see you had been crying.

His heart breaks seeing the tears and as if you knew he was there, he watched you raise your head and look at him. Look into his eyes and tell him you needed him.

With the front door flying open, he catches you in his arms as he hold you tight to him. His smell of weed, cigarettes, cheap cologne and pine soothes you as you stop your crying and let him hold you.

One of his hans is behind your head, the other is around your back and his lips are by the corner of your forehead and you listen to his heart beat.

Your hand is in a fistful of his Hellfire shirt while the other is on his back, under his jacket. His hair tickles your face but it's fine, as you love it.

Your friends look at the scene and your brother, it a sight that makes them happy to see because they see the small smile appearing on your lips as Eddie holds you.

It felt like it was just two of you and no one else.

You pull away at him to stare at his chocolate brown eyes as they sparkle looking down at you with awe.

" Eddie" you spoke his name like it was the most beautiful thing that Eddie Munson has heard in his life. His heart flutters seeing the sparkle look in your eyes staring back at him.

You search his eyes and the only hold love, adoration and happiness. His hand comes up to your face, cupping your dry tear stained cheek. His rings make you shiver, in a good way, cold against your cheek.

" Y/N" he says your name like it's the most beautiful thing you have ever heard in your life.

You can't take it anymore being afraid of your feelings and not letting him in.

He glances down at you grab a hold of his jacket and pull him into you. You can feel his breath on your face now.

" Eddie" you say his name again, and lean up brushing your lips against his. He gasps, grabbing your waist and presses his lips against yours as they dance as one.

Finally.

" That's my sister!" Dustin shouts, ready to pounce on Eddie. Steve puts a hand in front of him, " Shut it, Henderson!" he says watching Eddie and you have your moment.

He wanted this for you. He saw how Eddie made you happy and he was going to keep it away, even if he was holding Dustin from jumping on Eddie.

Robin stared in awe with Nancy leaning on her shoulder watching you and Eddie.

They could feel the happiness radiant off of you and him.

But not all happiness lasts.

#eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #jewls writes

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Where I Belong Series

Summary: Let’s get small glimpses of Eddie, Salem and Fox’s daily lives. No order required, read it as you wish.

Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Fox (reader), Salem (daughter)

Spa Day at the Kingston’s Household

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @eddie-kingstons-wifey

“Alright, this is what we’ve got” Eddie tossed the contents of the small basket on top of the coffee table, causing all the sheet face masks to fall on the white wood “Which one do you like?” His green eyes were fixed on the pair of equal emerald orbs in front of him. Salem bit the inside of her cheek as she went through the large selection of face masks.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of something sparkly and neon pink and she suddenly squealed “This one, daddy”

“Cool, can you read it for me, please?” He encouraged her with a soft smile. Whenever he was home, Eddie always tried to make up for the lost time in regard to Salem’s education. She was currently learning how to read and you had mentioned the night before that your daughter was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the other kids at school, she was getting upset because she couldn’t read as well as her classmates did, so you decided to do some extra reading at home by asking her to help you read her bedtime stories and grocery packages.

Salem shook her head as defeat took over her features at the sight of such a long word.

“C’mon, chickadee. You can do it! I know you can, baby!” Eddie sat by her side on the couch and began separating the words for her “S-T-R-A-W. What sound does it make?”

“Straw?” She asked, unsure if that was the correct answer

“That’s right, baby! Straw. Good job!” He kissed her hair softly “Now, B-E-R-R-Y”

“Berry?”

“That’s it! Now, let’s put them all together, straw…”

“Strawberry” Salem giggled excitedly when Eddie smiled back.

“Oh, that’s my girl! Gimme five” He offered his hand for a high five and Salem happily smacked her little hand on top of Eddie’s palm. “See? I told you you could do it! You’re smart as hell, chickadee! Just like your mama”

Salem giggled a shy “Thank you” as Eddie grabbed the nail polish basket next “Alright, baby boo, what color do you want this week?”. Salem thought carefully and settled for a baby pink with purple glitter and Eddie carefully set the two nail polish bottles on the side.

“Those are some pretty colors, chickadee. Nice choice!” He praised your daughter before he sighed “Alright, I think we’ve got everything we need”

“No, daddy. We don’t have our drinks, snack, or movie on!”

“Oh my goodness how could I forget the drinks, the snack, and the movie?!” Eddie overdramatically shook his head before he walked to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, he returned to the living room with a large plate of M&M’s and three Disney-themed cups all filled up with soda. Eddie placed his Sulley mug beside your Ursula one on the coffee table and gave Salem her Scar cup before he grabbed the remote control to search for a movie.

”Do we have a choice already?” You asked from the hallway as you returned from the laundry room, where you had just put Eddie’s dirty road clothes to wash.

“Not yet” Salem spoke with the straw still in her mouth. Her breath caused the soda to bubble up and she giggled when small particles of the drink splashed on her face.

“Be careful, honey. Don’t choke” You caressed her hair before hugging Eddie from behind. “I’m so glad that you’re home” Your breath caressed his back through his white shirt, and he smiled at your words and the feeling of your body against his.

“I know, Foxy. Me too” Eddie untangled himself from your embrace so he could toss his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to his embrace. “It’s been a hectic couple of weeks and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be with you and chickadee again or I was gonna lose it”. He took advantage of Salem’s distraction, as she counted the red M&M’s on her plate, to steal a kiss from your lips. “I missed you so much” Eddie whispered against the corner of your lips and you smiled softly “I missed you too, baby. I was scared when Mox sent me the video of your match” You shivered as the memories flooded your mind.

“Indie matches are no joke, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”. He squeezes you tightly as he pressed play on The Little Mermaid. “What matters is that I got to come home to my girls and now we get to be together” Eddie pecked your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes “You and Salem are my world. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have my girls with me”.

“We’ll always be with you, Eddie! It used to be you and me against the world, and now it’s you, me, and Sae against the world. And that is a deadly combo”. You chuckled while he nodded in return “Oh, we’re unstoppable, fox”.

Eddie hugged you tightly as you whispered against his jaw “I love you, baby”

“I love you more, foxy” He kissed your forehead before Salem squealed “Mommy, daddy. You’re missing the beginning, c’mon!” She clapped excitedly as she sang along to Fathoms Below.

#where i belong series #eddie kingston fanfiction #eddie kingston imagine #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston #masochist writes

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batemansluvrr · 1 year

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Unfair

A/N: This is my first one-shot, hope y’all like it.

WARNIGS: NSFW content, if you don’t feel comfortable, please don’t interact.

Word count: 648

You were hanging around Patrick’s house while he was fixing his fancy tie. You were wondering why he gave you permission to admire other rooms because the only one you could appreciate was his bedroom.

You loved his taste, everything was so expensive and minimalist. You were about to enter the bathroom when suddenly you heard a female voice coming from the living room. “Hey Patrick! It’s Courtney, I’ve missed you so much! Just wanted to thank you for taking me to Dorsia last night, I loved everything, especially how we decided to spent that amazing time in your bed. Hope to see you again, and soon. Call me back!”

You stood still, without saying anything, until you heard Patrick footsteps come closer and closer. “You keep seeing her, don’t you?” tears began to fall down your cheeks.

“Princess, We already talked about that, now be a good girl and wait till I get home.” He says as he wipes your tears.

“Talked about what? What are we, Patrick?! Tell me! Because I don’t wanna be a fuck toy for the rest of my life!” You complain as his eyes start to get darker. Patrick lifts your chin forcing you to look at him. “Watch your tone, little one.”

“Stop calling me that! That’s it, you know what Patrick? I’m sick of your stupid games! I’m leaving!” suddenly you felt and hard slap on your ass.

“On your knees.” Patrick’s angry tone made you almost fall, in fact, you obeyed immediately. “Not so confident now huh? Look at what you’ve done! Remember: this was all your fault.”

You unbuttoned his pants and then you pulled them down with the boxers. At the sight of his fully erected cock, you took him in your mouth. “Take every fucking inch, you nasty whore!” right after that he started face-fucking you.

“Mh-hm!” You moaned as you felt him on the back of your throat. “God, you’re such a pathetic slut. You should see yourself.” He grunts as he starts to trust more and more deeper. You needed some air, but Patrick didn’t let you, he did the opposite instead. You were about to cry when he pinched your nose. “That’s right bitch! Fucking choke on it!”

You kept moaning on his dick, you couldn’t take it any longer and damn, that was exciting him more. He loved seeing yourself being a submissive fuckdoll, but after all, you knew it, because you wanted that too. “A-ah, gonna cum in your mouth so soon!” His trusts became more violent as he continued enjoying every fucking moment.

His lips released an animalistic sound as his warm liquid was residing in your mouth. “Swallow it, you better don’t miss not even a drop.”

You do as you were told and look up at him. You give him a long kitten lick on his tip and stood up.

He finally kisses you, tasting himself on your lips. “Turn around.” he orders.

“W-what?” you ask with a trembling voice.

“You heard me, slut. Turn around.” this time you obeyed and a mischievous smirk appeared on his face. He pulled up the hem of your robe and started caressing your ass til you felt the painful spanking he gave you. “This is for being a huge brat!” you almost fell at the feeling of his big hand hitting your delicate skin.

Another one.

“This is for disobeying me!” you screamed, trying to hold back the tears.

The last one.

“This is for making me late for work!”

“E-enough..” you begged him “What?” he asked in a low voice “Please Daddy, I’m sorry, i won’t do that again, i promise!” you cried out as you felt his breath on your neck.

“Oh, of course you won’t.” he chuckled in response and fixed his pants.

“I expect you to be ready for this evening, we’re going to Barcadia. Wear something fabulous.”

#patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #christian bale

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moriihana · 1 year

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we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || five: those kids are fucking crazy

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: training camp arc! you tease dabi for being a dramatic bitch and find out just how fucking batshit the U.A. kids are

content: fluff

word count: 2132

a/n: gonna be honest this is only this many words bc of having to copy the training arc dialogue and shit down. which was a pain. i had to rewatch the whole ass arc. it still doesnt read very smoothly to me but w/e i did my best also, if ya wanna know what the outfit the reader is wearing looks like, this is a drawing i did of the self-insert the original story was based on wearing it :)

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

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You twirled the knife that Dabi insisted you keep on you during missions, annoyance lacing your features. “Dabi, you know I can handle myself.” You were sitting cross-legged on your bed as Dabi paced around your room. Boo watched him from her spot on the bed, while Nugget laid, disinterested, on your pillow.

“I know, but I still don’t want you going!” He snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Those kids are insane, doll. I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

You scowled. “Yeah, they are insane! What if you get hurt? Or Twice, or Toga? You know how Toga is, she gets too excited and rushes things! I worry about you guys!” You set aside your knife and got up, grabbing Dabi’s wrists to stop him from pacing. “And stop that, you’re making me nervous. You know I can fight. You’ve seen how I fight.”

Dabi shook your hands off and moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I know, mouse. I know,” he said softly, “you’re just… the only other thing I care about aside from tearing down Endeavour. I won’t—I can’t—let you risk your safety without at least trying to talk you out of it.”

You sat next to him and bumped him with your shoulder. “Remember the promise I made you, pretty boy?” You smiled. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, otherwise you’d probably burn yourself to a crisp to get what you want, and I’m definitely not lettin’ that happen. I love you, Dabi. I won’t let anyone take me away from you. I’ll kill whoever tries. Besides, I don’t trust you to take care of Nugget and Boo by yourself. You’d probably forget to clean Nugget’s litterbox and he’d piss all over the floor or somethin’.”

He snorted. “Ye of little faith. You wound me, doll.”

“Maybe you should get good, pretty boy,” you teased with a grin. “That still doesn’t mean I’m not going, though, because I am. There’s a reason I joined the League, and it wasn’t to sit around until you all come back with God-knows-what kinds of wounds.”

“There’s really nothing I can do to convince you.”

“Nope!” You popped the “p,” smiling cheekily at him. “Face it, pretty boy. You’re stuck with me.”

Dabi opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Toga bursting into the room. “Tomura-kun said we should leave soon!” She grinned, excited. She was practically vibrating with excitement. Twice trailed behind her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I tried to stop her. I encouraged her to barge in!”

“It’s alright, Twice,” you said gently. “Toga, remember what we talked about? Knock before you come in—and wait for permission.”

“Sorry, Y/N-kun! I was just so excited, we get to cut people up!” Toga smiled brightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Fuckin’ psycho,” Dabi muttered under his breath. You smacked him on the back of the head, telling him to play nice.

“Anyways, we’ll get ready to go. Thank you, Toga.” You stood and ushered Twice and Toga out, then looked at Dabi and raised an eyebrow. “You gonna go get ready, or are you gonna hang out in here and watch me change like a weirdo?”

“I mean, if you’re offering, doll—”

“Nuh-uh. Out. Right now. Before I take that knife and shove it where the sun don’t shine.” You narrowed your eyes at Dabi’s smug grin. “Don’t fuckin’ say it, oh my God—”

“...kinky—”

“DABI!” You shrieked, practically shoving him out of the room. “Go get ready, dammit.”

You shut the door behind him with a huff, and began to get ready. Your outfit was nothing fancy—a cropped zip-up hoodie that fell a little above your waist, a plain t-shirt, snug-fit jeans, a holster on your thigh for the knife, and combat boots. The boots were custom-made, with zippers on the sides and velcro fasteners instead of laces—you designed it to ease the strain of getting dressed on your body.

You grabbed your cane, scratched Nugget behind the ears and gave Boo a little kiss on the head, then headed to the main part of the bar. It was time to go.

“I mean, I don’t like this. It’s not cute!” Toga fidgeted with her mask unhappily.

“This was orchestrated by the designer behind the scenes, right? Appearances don’t matter as long as it makes sense,” Mustard grumbled. He was younger than Toga, if you remembered correctly.

“I’m not talking about that! I just don’t want to wear this,” she fussed. You pat her on the head with an amused smile.

“Hi! Sorry for the wait.” Magne approached with Moonfish and Spinner.

“Hey, Magne. No worries.” You took your place next to Dabi, scanning over the forest from your position.

“That makes eight,” he murmured to himself.

“I don’t care, just let me at ‘em! I’m getting too pumped up!” Muscle interrupted. You frowned—you didn’t particularly care for him. He seemed too simple-minded.

“Shut up, you crazy bastards,” Dabi drawled. You snickered at his annoyance. “Not yet… we’ll move when all eleven of us are here. Gathering a bunch of punks who are just strong will only increase the risk. It’s better to have a small group of experienced elites. First, we make them realise…” He grinned. “...that their peace is resting in our hands.”

A few minutes passed before Twice and Mr. Compress arrived. Once they were there, Dabi turned around. “Alright, listen up. I’m only going over the plan once. Twice, Y/N: you’re with me. Magne, Spinner: you two deal with those cat heroes. Mustard, Moonfish, Muscle, and Toga: you head into the forest. Slow down the students you find, keep them separated. Once you have a chance, Compress, be sure to grab Bakugo and alert us when that’s done. Then we’ll meet up at the rendezvous point.” After he got confirmation everyone heard him, he grinned.

“Now it begins. Take them down. The false brilliance of the title “hero”...” He turned back to the forest. “We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will condemn them.”

You watched as Dabi pressed his hand against a tree, igniting it. “You’re awfully dramatic, Dabi,” you teased. “‘We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will condemn them.’ Honestly, for someone who acts so disinterested all the time, you are such a dramatic bitch.”

Dabi glared at you as he moved onto lighting up another tree. You stuck your tongue out, earning an eye-roll from him.

“That’s no good, Dabi! You were beaten!” Twice interrupted, “So weak! You small fry or something?” You scowled at that, but said nothing.

“Already? I’m pretty weak.” Dabi turned his attention to Twice, frowning.

“Don’t be hasty. You’re strong. You should think of this as the pro being very strong.”

Dabi sighed and looked away. “Make another one of me, Twice,” he drawled. “We need something to keep the pros from leaving.”

Twice turned around and flipped him off. “It doesn’t matter how many times a small fry goes in!” He then gave him a thumbs up with his other hand. “Leave it to me!”

You snorted. “Looks like our job in this area is done. We should head to the meeting point.”

Dabi nodded and put his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”

As you were walking, Compress radioed in, alerting the Villains that he had completed his goal.

“Hey, you two! Did you hear the radio? I’m so pumped! Mr. Compress already succeeded! Took him long enough! I was getting sleepy!” Twice said animatedly.

Dabi glanced at him. “Don’t say that. He did a good job. Now, we just have to wait for everyone to get back here.”

“That’s not right! You’re right!”

You snorted. “Conversations with you are quite lively, Twice.”

Dabi sighed. “This place was supposed to be hard to find because of the wall of flames and gas, but the gas was cleared away. Things never go according to plan, huh?” “At least we got the kid.” You shrugged, nudging him with your shoulder. “Hey… did you hear that?” You put your arm out, stopping Dabi. He made a noise of confirmation and narrowed his eyes at a bush. He began to walk towards it before Twice raised his hand up.

“Oi, Dabi! Speaking of which, this has nothing to do with anything, but is it okay not to call the “Nomu” guy? You said it’d only react to your voice or something, right? It’s very important!”

Dabi turned back around. “Oh, yeah. You asked me why I didn’t add it to the battle, right?”

“Be grateful! Bow before me!” You laughed a little at that, matching your pace with Dabi as he resumed walking.

“A monster specifically for me, from Shigaraki… it’s probably killed at least one person by now.”

You three walked in silence until you met up with Toga. She pulled her scarf down with a grin when she saw you. “Huh? No one else is here yet?”

“You lunatic, did you get the blood? How many people’s worth?” Dabi shot you a look, daring you to scold him. You rolled your eyes, but kept your mouth shut.

“One person’s worth!” She said brightly.

“Just one? Weren’t you told to get at least three?!”

“It couldn’t be helped. I thought I was going to be killed.” You moved towards her at that, concerned.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?”

She shook her head and twirled, smiling happily. “Not at all! I made some friends and found a boy I’m interested in.”

“You mean me?! Sorry, can’t!” Twice interrupted, then made a heart shape with his hands. “I like you too!”

“Twice, she’s like… fifteen. Knock that off,” you hissed, bonking him lightly with your cane. He whined, but backed off.

“You’re too loud. Shut up—huh?” Dabi cut himself off, looking up to find three of the UA kids driving Compress down from the sky.

“What the actual fuck?” You shook your head. “I knew these kids are insane, but what?”

“Give Tokoyami and Kacchan back!” The green-haired boy—Midoriya, you remembered—shouted.

“Does he really think we’d just… do that? I mean. Kudos for trying, I guess,” you mumbled to Dabi. He shook his head and pointed his hand towards the kids and Compress.

“Mister, get out of the way. Y/N, stay back.” He ignited his palm. You grumbled, but moved away from the fighting.

“Roger!” Compress utilised his Quirk before Dabi let off the blast at the kids, who dove out of the way.

Your eyes trailed after Twice as he lunged for Shoto. “Faces from Shigaraki’s kill list! That little beat-up boy and you! They weren’t, though!” He dodged backwards when Shoto sent a wall of ice towards him. “That’s hot!”

You turned your attention away from Twice after he regained his balance, figuring he was handling himself well enough, and instead watched as Toga ran towards Midoriya and tackled him. When Shoji smacked her away, you let out an alarmed sound. Dabi stopped you from rushing over, gesturing to Compress, who had deactivated his Quirk and was now holding his shoulder. “Toga can handle herself. Make sure Compress’s shoulder isn’t hurt too bad,” he said, before approaching the masked man. “Where’s Bakugo?”

“Of course…” Compress felt around in his pocket, then paused. “Hm?”

The boy with the blue mask spoke up. “I don’t know what your Quirk is, but inside that right pocket of yours that you kept flaunting were these—Tokoyami and Bakugo, right, entertainer?” He held up two blue marbles.

“Really, Compress? You just had to show off?” You grumbled. He ignored you, choosing to respond to Shoji.

“Oh, that didn’t take you very long! As expected of someone with six arms! You’re good at feeling around!”

Dabi scowled, lifting his hand. “Moron—” Compress interrupted him, “—no, wait.” He watched as the kids swerved to avoid the Nomu, and were cut off by Kurogiri.

“It has been five minutes since the signal. Let us go, Dabi.”

Toga and Twice went through the warp gates and Compress began to leave as well. You tilted your head in confusion, staying back with Dabi.

“Wait. Our goal is not yet—” he began, but was again interrupted by Compress.

“Oh, that? They seemed so happy that they rushed out here, so I thought I’d give them a present. It’s a habit, one of the basics of magic. When I flaunt something,” he removed his mask, “it’s because there’s something I don’t want you to see.” He stuck his tongue out to reveal the marbles that actually held the students.

You sighed and tapped Dabi. “I’m gonna go ahead and head back, since Compress is being… well, Compress.” You waited until he acknowledged your words, then walked through the warp gate.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki toya x you #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x you #my writing #bnha fanfiction #navi: we cant fix each other #writing.txt

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voluminous-violet · 1 year

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hi :3c

i have a writing prompt for u

cute transgirl finds some pills that promise to make her lactate and make her tits grow, but finds out it has some unintended side effects when she rapidly gains weight and turns into a big fat hucow

VM: Girl I'm telling you, this is a bad idea.

CH: What? You said you were onboard with transitioning!

VM: Yeah! In a safe way, with a doctors help not some random back alley website???

CH: Whatever, be jealous when I'm rocking sick curves and you're not, besides that site was fine?????

VM: HALF OF THE MEDS ON IT WERE FOR FUCKING ANIMALS???

Ok this clearly wasn't going anywhere and besides it didn't really matter, both girls were on opposite sides of the country so it's like either one really had any physical impact on the others actions. Terra looked down at the bottle in her hand and dragged a thumb across the label. "BeST MILK" was scrawled in big white and black spotted letters across the front, with dosage instructions and ingredients in increasingly smaller text written on the side.

Terra didn't care what her friend thought about this, she was tired of not having the fattest milkers on her street and she was going to fix that tonight, besides what's the worst that would happen? They don't work? Oh no she wasn't $13 dollars and shipping on junk pills and maybe she could re-gift them as a laugh. Pressing down on the lid and twisting, the cap popped off and she shook out a handful of the pills into her waiting palm. She had be denied the body she wanted, no, the body she deserved for a long time so it was time to start macrodosing this shit.

She slapped her hand up to her mouth and jammed all the pills in, and then promptly brought up a glass of milk and sipped enough to wash them down. How many had she actually taken? She didn't really know more than five less than ten but it didn't matter, Terra needed desperately to know if these pills worked and she was going to find out tonight. It wouldn't take long for the changes to start effecting her body, but it definitely wasn't in the way she had been expecting.

There was a warm sensation spreading throughout her body, but for some reason it seemed to be located in her belly and thighs currently. As Terra looked and reached down, she quickly knew why she felt so warm. The jeans she had been wearing were quickly losing any slack they had once had and were rapidly shifting into skintight leggings rather than pants. As she legs softened and plumped up, she noticed her shirt starting to ride up, her belly beginning to pour out with new rolls of fat sagging down over her waist.

"W-what the fuck? These were supposed to make my tits fat not make ME fat! What is this shit!?"

Quickly she picked up the bottle and spun it around to read the back, though not before she let out a muffled as she rubbed her tree trunk like thighs together, something that would be happening a lot more on its own now. Looking at the back of the bottle, she realized her friend might have actually been right after all. 'Bovine Somatotropin! Growth Hormone approved by the FDA for increased milk production in cattle! Use one (1) pill per Dam and calf, not for human intake, do not mix with lactose!'

"They sold me fucking cow pills? W-well what the fuck is it going to do to m-MRUUUUOOOOOOOOOO-e?!"

Both hands instantly shot up to her face and clasped over her mouth. Did she just fucking moo? Shit shit shit, this is bad is going to turn into a cow? Is this permanent? Is- wait why does her shirt feeling wet? Terra's panic was cut off when she glanced down and noticed the growing wet spots over her nipples on her shirt. She had a feeling she already knew what this was but she had to make sure, So slowly, she brought a finger down and poked at the wet spot, just enough to both get some of the liquid on her finger, and enough to draw out a breathy moan. Her hips bucked a bit but she quickly regained her composure as she lifted the finger back to her face. While she was doing this she couldn't help but watch as her tits were steadily swelling, stretching her poor top even further than her fat frame already was. Once she had finally worked up the courage to sniff her finger and lick its tip, she knew what was going on.

"M-milk...?"

Before she could even question it anymore a series of events happened in quick succession that would escalate her night to one of ecstasy. A loud ripping noise behind her clued her into the fact that her jeans had lost their fight with her new ass, as her panties were now exposed through the massive tear in her jeans. Her breasts surged outwards, pushing her shirt up and turning it into a glorified scarf. And nipples started burning, leaking like mad and begging to be relieved. All of these happening at once was too much for the girl and quickly brought her to her knees. Needing to desperately empty herself, she lifted up one of her now massive tits and shoved her nipple in her own mouth, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her own thick, rich milk. While the other nipple was being pinched and tugged with her other hand, sending streams of milk through the air in the room.

Not a lot was going through Terra's mind at this point, but she did know two things at that moment. The first was that this was in fact money well spent, and the second, was that she knew exactly what was going to get her friend for Christmas...

#been wanting to use this name for a girl for a while now #it's a really cute name tbh!#If anyone out there happens to share a name with this character #feel free to imagine that this is you #wouldn't that be fun and a weird coincident :)

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importantchaosgiver · 2 years

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The Light Of Days...

Summary: Part 1 to a series. This is a crossover between The Mummy (1999) and a bit of Once Upon a Time although it's mentioned and only appears at the beginning and end of the series. This is an Ardeth Bay x Oc. I'll explain my Oc at the end. Also, not my gif.

Warnings: Slight angst

Alana POV

I looked at the papers before me that I had collected from Regina. She was a bit concerned about the whole thing but, it had to be done. I can't get in the way even if I still loved my soon to be ex husband. With a heavy heart, I put the papers on the table that my husband was sat at, polishing an antique. He looked at my solemn face then at the documents. "What's this?" he asked, putting down the artefact and picking up the papers. He froze when he saw what it meant.

"Divorce papers. I'll need your signature. I've already signed it," I muttered. His dark brown eyes looked into my amber ones. "W-Why?" Rumple asked, standing up. "It's not because of anything you did. I see the way you look at Belle and her in return. We loved each other once, long ago but, that passion and love is elsewhere. You've found that in her and I can't blame you. We may be a balance, my love but, I cannot deny this feeling. You are meant to be with her, not with me," I explained, taking my wedding band and engagement ring off and putting it on the desk. "I'm sorry," Rumplestiltskin whispered after I turned my back to walk away. "I forgive you. Treat her well, Rumple. For I know true love when I see it. She shall repair your heart and fix your struggles. She is the light you have been looking for. Goodbye," I said, trying not to show my sadness in my tone before walking out of the shop.

I went to my house and got changed into my uniform, putting my dagger in its holster upon my thigh and writing a letter to Emma, saying that I was leaving and if she was in need of my services, she merely speak the incantation to summon me. Teleporting to the roof of the clocktower, I observed the town of Storybrooke, taking mental pictures and remembering the good times of my stay. But now, it'll be best if I leave and let them find their own way.

Without thinking, I teleported myself, wanting to be far away. What do I get for not thinking of a location? A face full of sand. Pulling myself up, I vigorously wiped my face to get the sand out of my eyes and mouth. Once I could see, I opened my eyes. Okay, pyramids in the distance. I'm in Egypt. But, these should be ruins. Why do they look brand new? There was shouting so I quickly rose to my feet to see people wearing ancient clothing. Hang on............. did I time travel?! A man with an intense gaze walked up to me. Seeing the scimitar in his hand, I decided not to let him close to me. Throwing my hand back, I threw him backwards, sending him into the ground, sprawled out. That's when archers decided to get a bit brave and sent arrows flying my way.

Growling, I decided to shapeshift into a dragon. I roared loudly as the citizens and guards below whispered and gasped. Then, they all got down on their knees and bowed before me. That was different................

*****

So, this woman is called Alana Hanlon. Her last name means light. She was a young kind woman in a village. Her soul was pure and no darkness could ever enter her heart. Her mother died because of a disease and she was raised by her father.

However, she got the very same disease and no matter how hard her father tried, he couldn't save her. So, her father made a deal with the Dark One. As long as she lived, she couldn't go back to see her father nor her village.

She became the Light One with advanced magic and the ability to control the elements and shapeshift. However, she can't see the future like Rumplestiltskin. Over time, the two fell in love with each other and got married after the curse had been broken but ever since Belle turned up, Alana saw that her husband's love was with her. Not wanting to get in the way of true love, she broke up with him. Hope you enjoy. I may be a bit slow on updates.

#ouat #time travel #the mummy #ardeth bay #rick o'connell #evelyn carnahan #character x oc #egypt #ancient egypt #anck su namun #imhotep

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piedpiperslists · 2 years

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KSJ: Doctor / Medical AU

List of all Seokjin fics under 'Doctor / Medical' AU:

* s - contains smut

* Last updated: 13/08/2023

D R A B B L E S

“Call me if you need anything.” by yukheii doctor!Seokjin, established relationship

Crutches and Crushes by joopiterjoon doctor!Seokjin Summary: Your clumsy ass breaks your foot and your old college crush happens to be the McDreamy fixing you up.

Hello, Nurse by sugaurora doctor!Seokjin, nurse!reader, pregnant!reader Summary: Along with your babies, it looked like the New Year would bring something much more unexpected.

Little of Your Love by yoongiphoria med student!Seokjin, med student!reader Summary: Sometimes, you wonder if that entire night was just a dream, a wild figment of your imagination. You wonder if the perfect guy you'd gotten to know that evening exists at all.

* Looking After You by breadoffoxy prince!Seokjin, healer!reader Summary: You’re a healer who owes the Prince a life debt. Seokjin is a Prince who loves you more than anyone else.

O N E S H O T S

A Little Medical Magic by thisbrokenmask wc~5.1k / pediatrician!Seokjin, single mom!reader Summary: When you take your son to A&E in the middle of the night, you don’t expect the paediatrician to get on so well with your son. You don’t expect to ever see him again, either.

Chirstmas Under Wraps by joheunsaram s wc~12k / nurse!Seokjin, doctor!reader, fantasy au Summary: You always wanted to work in a small town, and when you finally got matched to a small hospital in Alaska for your one year sabbatical you never would’ve thought you’d be in a place where everyone believed Santa was real. Mass hysteria or magic? Only time will tell.

Code Blue by saladejin wc~4.5k / doctor!Seokjin, nurse!reader Summary: A possessive doctor and you as his subordinate. Flirt until you can flirt no more.

In the Eye of the Storm by 7deadlysinsfics s wc~11.9k / cardiothoracic surgeon!Seokjin, artist!reader, childhood friends to lovers Summary: After finding a naked woman in your boyfriends bed, your best friend offers you her beachside inn for the week as a way for you to relieve your heartache by keeping busy while she’s away for a family event out of the country. What you weren’t expecting was a man—who had previously canceled his stay at the inn—to show up along with a storm no one knew was coming.

One Step by cutechim wc~2.9k / pediatrician!Seokjin, single mom!reader Summary: Attending an ex’s wedding is never easy, but you might just have the perfect remedy—if you can pluck up the courage to take it.

Riding Fakie by ugh-yoongi wc~14.2k / skater!Seokjin, med student!reader, fake dating, enemies to lovers Summary: The one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend and end up with so much more.

Super Tuna by thebangtancloud wc~2.6k / doctor!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Jin is possibly in the worst state Mr. World Wide Handsome should be in; a face burning with anger, a hand bleeding half of his 5 something liters of blood out, and a mouth that keeps cursing Yoongi for ditching their 'let's-go-fishing-at-the-lake' plans last moment. The last thing he needs right now is to meet a doctor who is just so bloody pretty that he cannot function anymore. Or maybe, that's exactly what he needs.

Syncope by ughseoks wc~2.4k / nurse!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: You decided to donate blood for the first time, and your nurse is… really cute, to put it nicely. it’s just too bad you had to go and embarrass yourself by fainting in his arms.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Hit Play by hamsterclaw s med student!Seokjin, old friends to lovers Summary: You met Seokjin during a difficult time in your life, and seeing him again now reminds you of it.

#ksj list #seokjin fic

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hidden-highlands · 3 years

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slight drunken rant! the spirit of 16-year-old Cat has possessed me <3

am i about to spend 6 weeks retaking a paper that i seemingly have no reason to retake? Maybe So,

because i have spent the last 3 months busting my ass researching and writing a thesis proposal as part of the application for my masters programme only to have it declined, largely because i "don't have a minimum grade of B+" in the qualitative research paper i took last year to prepare me for this masters programme

never mind the fact that i missed out on the B+ by six points, never mind the fact that my supervisor told me that he's had masters students in the past who did qualitative masters research despite having never taken, let alone achieved a B+ in, that same qualitative research paper -- the research advisory committee has decided that i lack the demonstrated research skills to undertake the research i want to do. (so they believe that, despite me having never taken a quantitative research paper, i have adequate quantitative research skills to undertake a quantitative research masters project but not enough qualitative research skills to undertake a qualitative research masters project??????? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE !!!!!!)

my supervisors are incredibly lovely and supportive people and they challenged the decision and though they were ultimately unsuccessful it was established that retaking the qualitative research paper to get the required grade and then undertaking a qualitative research masters was a possibility. and the thing is. the thing is. i am a stubborn, spiteful piece of shit. i don't fucking want to do a quantitative masters. i don't even fucking know how to undertake quantitative study !!!! and i knew, going in to masters study, that i would only be motivated to Actually Do It under a very specific set of circumstances -- doing the research i want to do, with the supervisors that i have currently (i cannot sing their praises enough honestly!!!!)

and it comes down to the fact that it's 6 weeks of my life, focused solely on a paper that i have already taken and already know the content of, in order to spend the next year of my life doing this thing that i really really want to do. AND IT'S SIX FUCKING POINTS I AM ONLY SIX POINTS SHORT OF THE GRADE I NEED. I KNOW I CAN FUCKING DO IT.

AND THE ICING ON THE FUCKIGN CAKE IS THE FACT THAT THE LECTURER FOR THIS QUALITATIVE RESEARCH PAPER IS THE SAME WOMAN WHO DECLINED MY THESIS PROPOSAL BECAUSE OF THESE SIX MEASLY POINTS. and i am a stubborn spiteful piece of shit. i once pulled an all-nighter to complete four paintings for my high-school art class in order to meet a deadline all because my art teacher said it wouldn't be possible. and i fully fucking want to look this woman in the eye as i tell her i intend to write my assignments for this qualitative research paper on the exact same fucking topic i intend to do my masters in, and pass with the required grade, and then submit a thesis proposal that, at that point, i will have had almost six months to perfect and just watch as she tries to find a reason to decline it.

just fucking try me.

#not to mention the fact that i still have the copies of the assignments i submitted for this paper last year !!!#sure i can't write the assignments on the same topic i did back then because ~self plagiarism~ or w/e but like.#i'm doing my masters on a different topic anyway #the main thing is i have all her comments on the things i needed to work on #and i'll be able to put all my focus into fixing those errors and submitting absolutely fucking flawless assignments #and once i have that minimum B+ grade in this paper it's short work to getting my thesis proposal accepted #bc my supervisors noted that -- aside from the missed grade req -- all the other issues were minor easy fixes #which probably arose from the fact that they were rushed last-minute additions #and taking this paper will give us the time & space to rectify them ????#seems like a perfect plan to me !!!!!#there are some finicky financial details i'll need to work out still i think but. it seems like a small price to pay #if it means getting to do the research i want to do instead of spending a year being miserable af doing quantitative research #that i never fucking wanted or intended to do all for the sake of getting a masters degree #also i just think it would be really fucking funny.#i will definitely return to this idea once i'm sober but rn it absolutely seems like a good idea #anyway if u read all this?? i love u. i am kissing u on the mouth <3 #kiwi speaks

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qingxin-s · 2 years

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ : ᴠɪ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➴ synopsis: after [y/n] spots her boyfriend cheating on her, a familiar red head turns up to take her mind off things. inspired by the song ‘closer’ - nine inch nails

➴ wc: 0.9k

➴ warning(s): nsfw, cussing, not proof read

!!!AGELESS BLOGS/MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Acidic tears rolled down the girls face as she hurried away from the bar, sniffling and gritting her teeth. She should have suspected something was up when her boyfriend had left her on read multiple times after saying he couldn't make it to their date night due to family reasons.... she should have known.

Said family reasons turned out to be another girl, who his lips and hands were attached to. Not a sight the poor girl wanted to see. And so here she was, her thick eyelashes coated in droplets and her h/c hair stuck to her face.

She let herself fall to the cobbled pavement, shivering as the harsh night air assaulted her bare legs. But she didn't care... she was running on pure adrenaline. However, she did kinda wish she didn't wear this short dress without tights underneath.

"You okay, cupcake?" A familiar voice rung out, and her e/c hues shot back open. Before her was Vi, a woman she knew all too well. They had befriended each other during a shared class and since then, they had made small talk whenever they saw each other. And she couldn't help but catch Vi's eye whenever they were in the same room.

God... she was hot.

Her scarred hands were shoved into her signature crimson jacket and her grey orbs were fixed onto the h/c haired girl with fascination- making her shudder. She had a certain 'bad boy' vibe about her, and she was notorious for getting into fist fights with the assholes in their college. With a sniff, [y/n] made eye contact with her, and rubbed her legs slightly.

"Yeah... I'm good. Single... but good" She murmured, chuckling ever so slightly at her attempt at a joke, causing Vi to raise an eyebrow. The maroon haired woman crouched to her level and her scarred lip quirked ever so slightly, her eyes boring into the sniffling girl.

"What do you mean, single?" Vi asked firmly, placing a bandaged hand onto [y/n]'s knee as she looked at her, concern painting her face. A shiver coursed through her body at the sudden contact... it was hard to concentrate.

"Um my boyfriend he... he's in that bar cheating on me" [y/n] smiled sadly, trying as hard as she could to not let her eyes glaze over with tears. Vi stared at her for a moment, her gaze making it's way to the bar behind them where she held a solid glare.

And then, she grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

"I can't believe that asshole hurt you this bad, fuck" Vi cursed as she ran her hands through her shaggy hair, pacing her bedroom backwards and forwards. [y/n] had been dragged back to where she lived, and she was now currently sitting on the girls bed with her red jacket slung around her shoulders.

"It's okay... I should have seen it coming" She sighed, Vi's silver eyes narrowing as she looked over at her.

"Cut that bullshit, it's not your fault at all. He had the most perfect woman in front of him, and he blew it! He fucking blew it!" She snapped, bandaged arms raised in the air as her face was painted with frustration. With her knees tucked up to her chest (accidentally flashing her [f/c] panties, which Vi totally didn't get an eye full of), she sighed.

"I'm not perfect at all. He got bored of me, I don't blame him" [y/n] muttered. Within a split second, Vi had her pinned beneath her to the bed- her eyes harsh as her eyebrows were knitted together. The whole situation caused a spark to ignite within her stomach.

"If I ever see him in class again, I'm gonna fuck him up. You are the definition of perfect... I've wanted you for a while, cupcake " She said huskily, leaning her head down to make connection with [y/n]'s neck- placing soft kisses against the skin that caused a gasp to leave her mouth.

"You've... w-wanted me?" She questioned, feeling Vi's breath fan against her neck as she chuckled. With a quick movement, Vi had opened [y/n]'s legs to rest in between them, smirking.

"I've not exactly kept it a secret" She whispered, pulling up the h/c haired girls dress as she placed harsh nibbles onto her skin... making her way down lower and lower. She couldn't help the wet patch that began to grow in-between her legs, and she couldn't help the breathy moans that left her lips.

"I want to help you get away from yourself" She began, the girl panting.

"I want to fuck you like an animal" Vi grinned as she made eye contact with [y/n], dipping her head down to allow her tongue to brush over the soaked [f/c] panties. Her back arched at the touch, a hand knotting itself in Vi's red hair.

Her tongue was so skilled as she lapped at her panties, finally pushing them aside and placing a harsh kiss on her clit- making the [h/c] head sob. Vi's rhythm never once faltered, and after swirling her wet digit around- she allowed a finger to slip into her core.

"V-Vi!" [y/n] sobbed, her grip on the girls hair getting tighter as her back arched, causing Vi to grin- picking up the pace with her fingers. Her boyfriend had never once made her feel like this, never once made her body have a reaction as hot as this.

"Cum for me, sweet" She whispered as her fingers curled upwards, and [y/n]'s vision turned white as a orgasm washed over her, her stomach tightening as her legs shook. Vi carried on for a few more seconds, groaning as she felt the girl tense around her fingers.

"Forget all about him"

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skyfallslayer · 3 years

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A Civil War In Our Minds (One-Shot)

(Bucky x Daughter!Reader, Steve x Child!Reader)

Author's Notes: Just a heads up, this is part 2 of the 'Paint It Black' Series. Please read 'Over The Edge' that's on my masterlist. I also gave Bucky's two other sisters some names in this this story. They're unofficial, just wanted to be clear.

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Summary: While Steve and Bucky finish their fight with Tony, Zemo has one last surprise for the Winter Soldier (Set during CACW).

MASTERLIST

Main Masterlist

Warning: Implied/References to: Depression, Unwanted Touching, Child Abuse, Torture, Brainwashing, and Murder. Heavy Angst also applies, along with scenes that might be seen as mental/emotional breakdowns. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

(Also, all gifs are NOT mine)

“Bucky?”

It was a word that started it all.

“Who the hell’s Bucky?”

Then it kind of spirals after that.

“I knew him.”

The blond boy from his memories came back. A friend came back.

“Buck. Do you remember me?”

“Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to put newspapers in your shoes.”

Then it slowly came back with each passing second. Memories flooding in like a broken dam. He starts to recall who he was before and after the fall. Before and after the war. Before and after everything. So as he made his way to Siberia with his friend, Steve, he remembers something that was like a knife to his heart.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky said, cutting Steve off.

On his time on the run, he remembers his time growing up in the 40s. The time he saved his best friend’s ass from being picked on, or the way he took his younger siblings to the park, or helping his mother bake, or fixing the car with his dad. But there were a few memories he was confused by for a long time.

First he only heard little laughs, or someone trying to sing a child’s song. Then he saw little toys and dresses. Then he saw a little face with big, wondrous eyes. It didn’t take him long to realize who she was.

He met with his friend’s eyes quickly, almost getting choked up. “I have a daughter, don’t I?”

Steve opens and closes his mouth a few times, before settling his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You do.”

Bucky looked away, the confirmation sending his mind spiraling again, and The Captain could tell.

“Do you remember her?” Steve asked, watching him nod slowly. “What do you remember?”

Bucky thinks long and hard. What did he remember about you?

“Um… I remember she was tiny… always tiny.” He chuckles quietly, making Steve smile. “She uh… had um… (Y/H/C) hair that was kind of wavy when she got older. Um… big, bright (Y/E/C) eyes. She… she um… smiled a lot… I think?”

“Yeah, she did Buck. All the time.” Steve said, patting his shoulder gently as he could see the joy it was bringing to his friend.

Bucky laughs again. “Uh… you used to call her by a weird nickname. What was it? Uh…” He purses his lips. “Po… Potato?”

Now it was the blond’s turn to laugh. “N-No. No. Close… Starts with a P, though.”

“Um…” His eyes light a spark. “Oh. Yeah. I remember now. We took her to her first Halloween pumpkin patch when I could hold in one hand because she was so tiny.”

“Yep. That’s what I called her. Your Ma tried to dress her up like one.”

“Oh, yeah, she did.”

And then it got quiet, and Steve saw the bright light in his friend’s eyes go out when the wheels started to turn again. He held his breath, knowing what he was recalling next.

Bucky swayed on the balls of his feet a bit, looking at the floor. “She was four the last time I saw her.” He says, bittersweetly. “I remember, the night before, I took her to Coney Island, and we just played games and ate until our bellies ached. I got her a stuffed bear on the ring toss…”

Steve squeezed his shoulder, trying to give him some comfort because he knew there was no stopping any memories of you.

“She was with you when I left. I gave her hugs, and kisses and…” His voice starts to break. “I love you’s…. Um…”

“Bucky...” Steve begins, hating how hurt he looked.

“Steve. W-Was that last time you saw h-her?”

Steve closed his mouth, thinking to himself. He couldn’t lie. He was a terrible liar which the brunette always sees through. So what was the point of even trying?

Cap shakes his head. “No. I saw her when she was six.”

“S-Six?” Bucky asked, just above a whisper. “W-Why?”

“Um…” He swallows. “I had to…. I had to tell your family about, you know… the train… and you.”

The soldier went distant. “O-Oh…”

“I wanted to make sure I was the one to tell them.”

“Oh…” Bucky started to get teary eyed. “D-Did you tell her?

Steve held his breath again. It was like his mind started to relive that day.

You looked so happy to see him, but he watched that expression vanish when you saw his sadden face. It hurts to take you by the hand and into your room. It hurts to see how you’ve grown, and to think he got to see and not your dad made the situation a whole lot worse.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was hurt.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was still at war and won’t be home for a while.

He wanted to lie and say everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t, and felt like it was his duty to tell you what happened to your father, to his best friend.

He knew if the situation was reversed, Bucky would be doing the very same thing now.

And when he did tell you, he hated how you kept on denying it. You called him a liar, and god he wished he was.

“I-I did…” He said, feeling his eyes sting as well.

Bucky jaw clenches. “A-And?”

Steve looks away for a second. “She cried for three hours.”

“O-Oh…” Bucky looks away too. “I always h-hated when s-she cries.”

With his hand still on the brunette shoulder, he gave him another comforting squeeze. “She…” Cap chokes, his memories flooding in all at once. “S-She um… she gave me her blanket, the one that she came home with. She um, wanted me… to promise to come back to her. But um… I failed at that, I guess.”

Bucky frowns. “Steve-”

“I tried finding her, Buck.” He finally looks at him. “When I came out of the ice, SHIELD managed to give me some of my things from the war. I kept the blanket in my chest, so… I tried finding her, because I didn’t want to break that promise to (Y/N), but…”

“You didn’t find anything?”

Steve shakes his head. “No.” He whispers, exhaling shaky. “I’m sorry, Bucky.”

“Hey.” The soldier says, getting the blond’s attention. “Thank you, Steve. I mean it. You were always so good to her, and to think you never stopped looking after all this time means A LOT to me. Do you understand? You helped my daughter when she was at her lowest, and I thank you for that.”

Steve smiles. “No need to. I will always be there for the both of you.”

Bucky returns the gesture. “As will I.”

“Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

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You were confused, that was for sure.

“Hello, (Y/N). My name is Helmut Zemo, and I will be your new handler.”

You were confused by everything about him. From the way he talked, to the way he dressed, to the way he was being… nice to you? But you couldn't question it, you just had to listen and do your job like you're supposed to.

“What is my mission?” You asked, straightening your posture, and morphing your expression into a blank canvas.

He smiles. Again. Which makes the wheels in your head turn once more. Why was he smiling at you like that?

“As of right now, I don’t have a mission for you, (Y/N).” Zemo said, truthfully. “All I need you to do is follow me.” He starts to move, but notices your puzzled face again. “What?”

He watches you say nothing, and quickly figures it out.

“Oh. I see. They’ve trained you well.” He replies. “You have permission to speak, Soldier. Tell me what’s on that little mind of yours.”

“You called me… (Y/N)?” You said, confused. Why was he calling you that? A foreign, yet familiar name?

“Well…” He shrugs a bit. “That is your name, isn’t it? Or do you prefer me calling you Winter Soldier or… Phantom, perhaps?”

You nearly shivered at that name, which was completely unlike you. Not once have you ever been scared of being called that. So why isn’t it any different?

Yet.

You still didn’t wish to speak out about it.

“You can call me whatever you like, sir.” You said, shutting your mouth closed until he gave you permission again.

He hums in response, seemingly pleased with your answer. “Noted.” He said, gesturing for you to follow him. “Let’s go, Soldier. We’ve got work to do in Siberia.”

You followed him like you were ordered, staying close like you were supposed to do with your handler, unless stated otherwise. You were the last line of defense in case somebody tried to assassinate your handler. But as he guided you around the base, you took note that it was clearly empty; From the lack of people present, to the way your footsteps echoed across all the hallways and rooms. It was… odd to say the least. Just you and him? That sounded incredibly stupid if you asked yourself. What if you go rogue and attack? Then what would he do without backup?

He must be a mind reader (or so you’re convinced), as he glances over his shoulder for a split second to ask, “What’s on your mind, Soldier? You can speak.”

Should you? You never once haven’t given this much freedom before.

Is it a trap? Should you even dare attempt to cross it?

No matter how much the feeling of HYDRA’s control kept weighing you down, the way he spoke to you was countering its effects. You suddenly started to feel a bit of warmth in your mind. Like the sun was shining on a stormy day.

“Why aren’t you using the trigger words? Aren’t you afraid I’ll rebel?” You asked, curiously. You watched him shrug again, before turning his attention back in front of him.

“The trigger words I feel like would be unnecessary for this mission.” Zemo said, truthfully. His eyes fall to the folder in his hand. His fingertips brushed over each word on the paper carefully, taking in what was in red ink.

Yearning.

Broken.

Fire.

Daylight.

Fifteen.

Malicious.

Eight.

Forthcoming.

Zero.

Railway.

So similar to the one’s he read earlier. It was HYDRA’s twisted sense of humor he supposed.

“As for the rebelling part, I’m not worried about it, Stevie.” He said, emphasizing another name proudly.

Stevie? You wondered, before there was a sudden pain in the back of your head. You stumbled a bit, touching your temple. What the…?

You stared at your Uncle, tilting your head. Your grandmother had just called you Stevie, which was apparently your middle name, which puzzled you because-

“You have the same name as me.” You said, watching your Uncle laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He says, grinning.

You furrowed your brows. Was this your memory?

(Y/N)? Stev- You start to wonder, but Zemo clears his throat to get your attention.

“We’re here.” He said, once inside the open hanger. You could feel the gust of cold air and droplets of snow seeping in and touching your exposed skin.

You realize you were still in your ratty tank top and pants with no shoes. Maybe you really have grown numb to your surroundings in your time with HYDRA. You followed him onto the small plane, where he told you to sit in the passenger seat as he took the pilot seat. You remained quiet as he started the plane, and took off while saying they’ll be there in no time.

“Your mission will begin soon, okay, Barnes?” He said, grinning.

There were flashes of a man she’s always been seeing, yet, he looked a little bit different. You saw in an old military uniform, a hat tucked under his arm. He was crouching down, looking at you with a little bit of warmth and sorrow.

“(Y/N) Stevie Barnes, get out from the corner.” He said, sternly.

“No!” You said.

“(Y/N), you’re going to get stuck. Get out.”

“No!”

He sighs. “Look…” He shifts to sit down completely, setting his hat to the side. “I’m sorry, Doll. But this is part of my job, I have to leave. But I’m coming back, you know that. Right?”

Your head spiked again.

(Y/N).

It was a name he told he came off the top of his head, but knew deep down it would fit you.

Stevie.

You had an Uncle, a friend with a similar name. You start recalling his sky blue eyes and blond hair on a skinny face. You start recalling his sky blue eyes and blond hair on his muscular form of red, white, and blue.

Barnes.

You remember the man with the brown strains and ocean colored orbs that always had a big smile. You remember all the good times you had with him. You remember all the bad, but he always stuck by you. Your mind started to unwind, the brainwashing slowly becoming undone as you recalled who he was to you.

Your father.

Your eyes widened. “I’m (Y/N) Stevie Barnes.” You announced, only to find yourself gasping when you felt cold metal against your temple. You stilled in your seat, and in the corner of your eye you saw his dark expression.

His finger never once twitched against the trigger, eyes looking into yours as he had the plane on autopilot. “So, you finally remember? Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”

You clenched your jaw. “Why? Why go through the trouble of breaking the control?” You asked, because it didn’t make any sense. Why kidnap a Winter Soldier if you aren’t going to use one for what they’re made for?

“Originally, I was going to activate you, but… where’s the fun in that?” Zemo replies, grinning again. “Besides, I want to see the look on your father’s face when I end you.”

You don’t know why, but you suddenly felt exactly your age again.

“M-My Father?” You choked, puzzled.

“Yes. From what I read in the file, you’ve come across him before.” Zemo tilts his head, waiting for the wheels in your head to start turning again. “Do you remember, (Y/N)?”

“(Y/N)!!” He yells, sounding like your dad, sounding like your Bucky.

“Papa!”

“(Y/N)!!” Bucky says, again, trying to get past as the guards start to grab him. “(Y/N)!!”

“Papa!!” You yelled again, as the two men that had you in their grasp started walking away with you. “Papa!! Help me!!”

“God dammit! Leave her alone!” He yells, after getting kicked in the stomach. “She’s my daughter, you fuckers! You get your filthy hands off of her!!”

You felt your heart sink, and tears started to prickle in your eyes. “I… I do.”

His smile grows, and so does the cold look in his eyes. “Good. Now-” He presses the barrel into your eight year old head some more, making sure you were getting the point. “You will do exactly what I say, and if you do then I’ll let your father live, but if you don’t, I’ll kill him and then you next, got it?”

You swallowed hard, and nodded. Too scared to say anything.

“Good.”

You stayed quiet again, watching him keep the gun close to him as he landed the plane. You are once again met with cold air and snow as you arrive at another HYDRA base, one that you haven't been to before. He pushes you ahead, aiming his weapon at your head. After wandering around for some time, your sensitive ears started to pick up harsh voices from afar. Your stomach sinks again, wondering what awaits you.

Before you could even think about it some more, Zemo manages to snake his arm around your throat, lifting you off the ground. You started to get choked up and began clawing at his arm.

“Keep struggling, and your father’s done. Got it?” He whispers, harshly as he pushes the gun back into your temple.

You whimpered, and stopped moving your hands. Instead, you keep him on his arm as he drags you through a set of doors, staying in the shadows. As tiny spots danced your eyes, you looked out into the open room. Horror filled you when you saw a familiar chair, and torturous devices along it; But the fear went out the window when you saw who was there.

Aside from a man in a red metal suit, your breath got caught when you saw them. Your father just like Zemo promised, and to your surprise, your Uncle. You watched as the man in the suit demanded for the shield back, and you watched Steve, who was holding onto your father, ready to toss it.

That's when Zemo made his move.

"Leaving so soon? We just got acquainted." He said, staying in the dark.

Steve stiffened, irritation was radiating off of him as he carefully slid Bucky's arm off him. He takes hold of his shield, ready to throw it blindly where he heard Zemo's voice from.

"Not so fast, Captain. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He warned, taking a step. “I am holding some precious cargo for the both of you.”

Confusion was up in the air for the blond, and he held his breath as the Baron came out from his hiding spot, showing off you with a gun at your head. He smiles when he notices a new shade of white brushing over Steve's skin.

"Ah. You recognized her. I was afraid that you wouldn’t after so many years apart.” Zemo said, tilting his head. “And what about you, James? Do you recognize your little (Y/N) after so much time?”

He gives your neck and squeeze, causing you to wince and whimper, “P-Papa…”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up from where he was kneeling on the ground, the pain in your voice was something that caused that certain instinct to kick back on. Although, the more you looked at him, the more you could see all the damage HYDRA had done; But the wheels in his head were luckily turning to draw up more memories buried deep.

“(Y/N)?” He whispers in disbelief.

That small crack in his friend’s voice was enough to knock Steve out of his trance. He wasn’t even going to question how you’ve been alive and still a kid after all this time, he just needed to get you away from the psychotic man.

“Zemo, let her go. Your problem doesn’t involve her.” Steve said, cautiously but still stern. He could see Bucky’s left hand curl into a fist in the corner of his eye.

“Why should I? You should feel my pain. The both of you.” Zemo said, pressing the barrel into your temple some more to prove his point. The grip on your neck tightens too, causing you to cough and squirm against him.

A sudden thought crossed your mind.

Why can’t I phase willingly?

Never have you ever thought that you’d be wishing for that, but you were scared, and couldn’t breathe. You could tell that your father and uncle were too afraid to move, but desperately wanted to save you.

“Zemo, I’m begging you, please don’t you dare hurt her. She’s just a kid.” Steve said, holding his hands up. It reminded you of someone trying to tame a wild animal (or a mad man in this case).

“And so was my son. But you Avengers didn’t seem to mind that.” Zemo said, bitterly. “Now James here will know exactly what it feels like to hold your child’s corpse in your arms.” He chuckles darkly. “And even you, Captain America. It seems like the two of you are close, so maybe you’ll feel my pain also.”

You could hear his finger starting to pull on the trigger, and started to cry.

“P-Papa!...” You cried out, and you could see the two of them start to move.

The sound of the gun went off, and you screamed as it echoed around you.

Echoed.

Wait… what?

The gun most definitely went off, but it didn’t go through you. So, what just happened? Suddenly, Zemo’s grip was starting to loosen on you, and you hear someone start shouting from behind.

“Let her go!!!” T’Challa said, his hand on the barrel of the gun.

Zemo struggled to keep you in his hold, but wouldn’t give up until your savior managed to throw him off you. You shrieked as you were tossed on the ground, curling into yourself as the battle began behind you.

Zemo manages to dodge T’Challa’s attack, as he fires a few shots to buy himself some time to get away.

“Your Highness!” You heard Steve say.

“You take the kid, and get out of here! I’ll meet up with you afterwards.” T’Challa replies, and you hear him run off.

Soon, you were met with a warm embrace.

“(Y/N)!” Your dad said, pulling you into a protective grasp.

With teary eyes, you looked up to see a face you haven’t seen in so long. “P-Papa…” You replied as the child you were. You clutched the jacket he had on, and buried your head into his neck. You sobbed. “Papa…”

“Baby doll… I got you…” He whispers, sounding like he was on the verge of breaking. “Y-You’re safe.”

“Papa…”

“(Y/N).”

“Bucky, we gotta go.” Steve said, touching his shoulder to ground him.

Bucky nods. “Right. Okay.”

He uses his left arm to hold you up, while using his right to hold you closer to his chest before standing up. Your sensitive nose could smell the blood and sweat coming off of him, which made you a bit nauseous, but you could care less at this point. You were finally reunited with your dad after so long.

“You go ahead, I’ve got one more thing to do.” Steve said, ushering you two head for the door.

So that’s what the two you did, as the blond man strolled over to his teammate, tossing the shield to the ground beside him. Tony stared at it as it wobbled around before settling, then gave him an expression of mixed emotions.

“See? He’s not as bad as you think.” Steve said, keeping a straight face, but you could see how his eyes glass over. “I just wished you would understand the situation he’s in.”

Tony’s jaw slacked, then tightened as he asked, “Was it worth it? To start a war? To be… divided? A fugitive?”

Steve nods slowly without a split second of doubt. “Yes. But… if that was you, or any of my friends, I would do the same exact thing in a heartbeat.”

And without another word, Steve turned and left Tony behind with his father’s creation. He left with a jab in his heart, but he will stand by what he’s doing to save Bucky, and now you.

And he’ll surely stand by what he said about doing this all over again in a heartbeat.

//////

You were now riding in an airplane that was so much different than the one Zemo took you on earlier, it was so much more… advanced than the ones you’re used to. Speaking of that man, he was now tied up somewhere in the back, and was guarded by a group of women called the Dora Milaje who were called upon by their king (Which you found a bit awestruck. How many could say that a king saved their asses?).

“We’re almost to Wakanda.” T’Challa said, entering the seating area, coming to stand next to Steve.

“Thank you.” He said, gratefully.

The two of them started to make small talk which you would have listened to if it wasn’t for your father starting to stroke the top of your head. You looked up at him from the spot on his lap, and he was giving you a small smile that didn’t match the expression in his eyes. Which was understandable, giving everything that’s happened.

You found yourself frowning, a sadness hovering over you. “Papa?”

“Yeah?” He said, quietly.

“Do you remember me?”

You felt his hand stop moving, and the metal left arm that laid on the sideline twitch a bit at your words. The look in his eyes grew, which made your heart ache, but he still kept the smile you saw in your dreams.

“Yes.” Bucky said, softly. “Of course, doll. I remember everything about you. I remember your little giggles, and how you put sparkling clips in my hair-” He boops your nose which makes you laugh. “And your dollhouse that we use to play together. Everything.”

You watched him laugh as well, as he held your cheek in his palm, taking a better look at you. Through the darkness in his orbs, you could make the sense of fondness in them.

“You’ve gotten so big.” He said, realizing you didn’t look like the four year old he left on the poarch for war. It amazed him, but honestly scared him at the same time. “How old are you now?”

“Eight.” You told him, almost nine you wanted to say, but didn’t want to add more salt to the wound.

“E-Eight.” He choked, and it was like a knife to each one of your hearts. “Eight. Oh my god… t-they…”

He lets his head fall while shaking it, and you look at him worriedly, wondering if you should have just kept your mouth shut. When he raised it back up, you could see the struggle he was having of trying not to cry. He wanted to be strong for you, and you were debating with yourself if that was a good idea or not.

“Oh m-my god, (Y/N).” He stutters, realizing something. “I-I thought you were an hal-hallucination that day in the l-lab. I thought th-they were playing tricks on me again.” He shudders, almost making you cry. “I-If I had known… that was r-really you I would have lo-looked for you. God dammit. (Y/N)... I’m so s-sorry, I-”

You shook your head, and touched your father’s shoulder. “N-No, papa, no…dad..” You trembled, starting to get choked up yourself. “It’s not your fault. They made me forget you too! Honest!”

Both T’Challa and Steve shifted a bit as they listened. Biting their lips at what HYDRA has done to them. To your father. To you, a child.

Bucky sniffles, his heart breaking even more at those words. “(Y/N), doll, I gotta ask.” he begins. “W-When did they take y-you?”

“Um…” You start to think, and that day soon hits you like a slap in the face. That horrible, horrible day. “It happened when I w-was six. It um… it was after… y-you died.”

You and Bucky missed the way Steve froze in his place and his stomach tied into knots. You were six and were taken after your father had died. He left you alone and you were taken. You were targeted the moment he left your house.

Steve swallows hard, and covers his mouth with his hand as he looks at the floor. Guilt surges through his serum induced viens. HYDRA took you when you were practically in his arms’ reach. But you weren’t done with your tale that would soon leave him and your father emotionally destroyed.

“Um… They… th-these men… they came into the house and um…” You could still see the blood all over the hallway, and made you want to vomit on the spot because it was their blood. You sobbed and tears started to fall. “T-They… they killed them… Papa…”

“Papa, they… they k-killed Auntie Rebecca, a-and El-Eleanor, and Vic-Victoria, and… and.. Gr-grandpa and grand… ma…” You started shaking, that you were missing the Earth shattering look on your dad’s face. “They killed them, and th-then took me.”

“B-But…” Bucky trails off, trying to put this all together. “B-But why?”

You sobbed again. “Be-Because. They said th-that since I'm y-your kid, that the s-serum could work on me.”

“W-What?”

“T-They wanted another W-Winter Soldier, s-so they made m-me. They m-made me like you, b-but more.”

You started taking in gulps of air because you started to feel like you couldn’t breathe, all while your dad touched your cheek again, pressing away some tears with his flesh thumb.

“What do you mean?” He asked, keeping the trembling out of the question with great difficulty. “What did they do to you?”

“T-They called m-me Phantom. They g-gave me the ability to walk th-through walls and st-stuff.” You reply, painfully. You hated that part of yourself so much. “But… It wouldn't al-always work, so… so they would hurt me, a-and yell at me, and… t-touch me until I could do it.” You sobbed loudly. “I-I always hated that, papa… and they w-wouldn’t stop!”

By the end of your story, Bucky was already crying while you were full on bawling. Your face red and eyes puffy as you shook under his palm. Steve had to look away, or otherwise there would be three people down for the count when they got to Wakanda. One look at yours and Bucky’s faces would destroy him in an instant.

Bucky mentally started cussing out every single HYDRA agent that you came across. Laid hands on you. He wanted nothing more to send them over to the next life. He starts making soft shushing noises, and stroking your cheek.

“Baby doll… sweetheart… It’s okay.” He said, gently. “It’s okay.” He pulls you in close with his one arm, not even daring to touch you with the one that those monsters gave him. “Shh. It’s okay, you’re safe. I promise. I promise.”

You sobbed into his chest, soaking his jacket as he made a small rocking motion in his seat. It was something he used to do with you when you were younger and got upset. It worked like a charm when you were a baby, and it helped out a lot when you were a toddler, so he was determined that this was going to work on an eight year old as well.

He started muttering the same words over and over again for a while, until he started showering the top of your head with kisses. It reminded you of the day he left for war, holding you in his arms and giving you a big hug; Kissing with all the love he had for you before passing you back to Steve.

You croaked his name and held onto him like he was going to fade away if you did. You felt so small again, just like you did when those men came into your house and brought you into the depths of hell.

//////

You sat next to your dad, watching as the doctor finished examining, and preparing him for something that you quite didn't understand. The man told your dad they'll be getting it ready.

Getting what ready? You thought, watching the man leave the room.

"Papa?" You asked, curiosity sparking you.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?"

"Where are you going?"

The look of sadness crossed his eyes again, but his fond smile never left his face.

"Well…" He begins, brushing some hair out of your face. "Your dad needs to go away for some help."

You frown. Help? Why? "Why do you need help?"

"Well, your dad's not right in the head, sweetheart. I'm… sick. Unwell. Those people really messed me up."

Those people meaning HYDRA you soon figured out.

“Oh…” You whispered, sadly. Your eyes started to sting again. You had just got your dad back, and now you were going to lose him again.

He kisses the top of your head, as you reached for his hand to hold it tight.

“But don’t worry, I’m going to get better. Get this thing off too.” He said, showing off his prosthetic arm. “So, I’m going to have you stay with Steve for a little while. If that’s okay?”

“Uncle Steve’s going to be with me?” You asked, a way of mixed emotions coming through you.

“Yeah. Are you going to be okay with that? I mean you two are going to have to stay off the radar for a while. At least until the dust settles.”

“I understand, Papa.” You smile bittersweetly. “I like Uncle Steve.”

He copies your expression. “Me too.” He kisses your head again, before pulling you into a side hug. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You bury your head into his chest again, throwing your arms around his neck. Although it’s going to hurt to be away from him for a little while longer, you could see how much he desperately needed this; And all you wanted was to see your dad to be happy again after years of suffering.

“I love you, too.” You said, happily.

//////

Bucky was placed back into cryo, only this time it wasn’t in the clutches of the enemy. His arm was removed, and the scientists began working on a way to remove the bad words swimming through his head.

You were asleep in another comfortable embrace, your father’s best friend holding you close as he stared out the window that overlooked Wakanda. Steve felt almost a wave of relief that you were here in his arms, but couldn’t shake away the horrible feeling that you were still a kid after all this time. You should be bigger, an adult. Possibly married, maybe have kids of your own, but…

Not this. Not what your father had endured over the last seventy years. It made his look on HYDRA even worse. So he holds you close like he’s seen your dad do. He makes soft shushing sounds when you whimper, and scrunch your nose at a bad dream, trying to soothe you into getting a good night's sleep. God knows you probably need it.

He keeps his attention on you and the city, only glancing over when someone comes up next to him.

“Thank you for this.” He replies, truthfully.

T’Challa stays quiet for a moment before saying, “Your friend and my father were both victims. If I could help one of them find peace…” He trails off when his voice gets shaky, which doesn’t help Steve’s nerves.

He keeps his jaw tight, trying to keep a good composure. “You know, if they found out he’s here-” He looks at the King. “They’ll come for him.”

T’Challa almost scoffs at that, and puts on a strong face as he gazes over his home. “Let them try.”

Steve hums in amusement, while fixing his hold on you again. Your head rolled into his neck, and your hand held onto his shirt, as you muttered something incoherent.

T’Challa looked at you worriedly. “How is she?”

“Doing alright. She just wants her father, though.” Steve replies.

“Which is understandable, giving everything that I’ve piece together.” He frowns. “Although I understand what HYDRA was trying to do, making people into weapons, I draw a line at using a child to do terrible things.”

“I agree.”

T’Challa steps closer, revealing something he’s been holding for a while. A case file with bold letters saying ‘PHANTOM’. “This was on the plane that Zemo took. It has everything they’ve ever done on Miss Barnes.”

Steve doesn’t make a move to grab it, only staring at it with a subtle look of hatred. “S-So what did you find?” he asks, as the king tucks it under his arm.

“From what I skim through, they’ve pretty much repeated the history of her father. Trained her. Experimented on her. They even got her to kill a few people in the early run.” He said, watching the blond man look away. “They’ve even implanted triggers in her head. Although, I don’t think we have to worry about that.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s simple, she’s a kid. Although they're easy to mold, they also don’t listen.” T’Challa said, getting the man to laugh at that. “From her record, she rebelled a lot, but managed to get brainwashed before repeating the cycle again.”

“So, are you saying she’s safe from them?” Steve asked, hoping that’s true.

“She might be. A child needs love and nurturing. Give her that, and maybe she’ll break free. We’ll even test it out in a year to make sure.” He places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders, who seemed torn between two worlds at this point. So he continues,

“I know you seem hesitant to try, but when I saw the Barnes together earlier I could see there was still joy in the darkness of her eyes. Her father has it too, but it’s very, very small, so he needs the extra push to bring him back to the other side. All she needs is someone to hug her lovingly every night.”

Steve blinked away the stinging sensation in his eyes, because T’Challa was right, you need someone now more than ever. Although, he would prefer if it was Bucky with you right now, he wouldn’t mind stepping in until his friend was better.

“I think I can manage that.” he replies, smiling a little. Unfortunately, T’Challa saw something else that his eyes gave away.

“But you aren’t staying, aren’t you?” The king asked.

“No. I have friends I gotta save. Got to find.” His mind wandered to his teammates that threw everything away to make sure he and Bucky could escape. “I’ve got to return the favor.”

“And you’re taking her with you?”

“That’s the plan. I know I should keep her here, but she needs someone she knows.”

“I completely understand. Just be careful, Mr. Rogers.”

“I will. Thank you.” He says, and he truly means it.

//////

And that’s what the two of you did. He looked after you, and comforted you when you needed it, all while Steve was working up a plan to get everyone he knows out of prison. He waited with every passing day for a single call.

And then months later, he did. A cryptic but secretive message sent by the only person who escaped being sent to jail; And that was-

“Natasha.” Steve beamed, with a smile that stood out in the dark color of his beard.

He greeted her just outside the forcefield of Wakanda, hugging the faux blond haired assassin.

“Steve. It’s good to see you.” She said, smiling as well. “New look?”

“Makes the two of us.” He replies, touching his chin. “What did you call it, Pumpkin? My crime beard?”

He looks down at you as you walk over, a small backpack over your shoulder. You purse your lips, and shake your head. “No. Your criminal beard.”

“Oh, right. That’s it.” He said, before patting your shoulder. “(Y/N), this is Natasha. This the hardcore friend I was telling you about.”

You gave her a small, nervous wave. “Hi.”

“Hardcore? That’s nice of you, Steve.” She said before bending down to your level. “Hi, (Y/N). He’s told me a lot about you.” Her face softened when she saw how shy you were, going behind your uncle’s leg a bit. “Don’t worry, although I’m a spider, I don’t bite.”

That made you giggle a little, watching her stand up.

“Ready for a prison break?” Nat asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” Steve says, before looking down at you again. “Once we find everyone, we’ll come back here, and hopefully your dad will be out. Okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

You take his hand, and follow them towards the aircraft. You already had a feeling you were going to be gone for a while, but that was alright with you. By the time this will be over, your dad should be free from cryo and the trigger words again.

You smiled at that thought.

You couldn’t wait to see your dad again.

(TBC in ‘IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ENDGAME’)

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Take it like a good girl.

◡̈ 선우 // 김 선우

⁂ smut

⁂ warnings: enemies with benefits, hate sex, unprotected sex, degradation mixed with dirty praise (use of slut & whore), cursing, slapping, fingering (brief), use of pet name kitten, finger sucking (brief), cumming inside, no aftercare

⁂ dom! Tennis Player! Sunwoo x sub! Tennis Player! Fem. Reader

⁂ wc.: 1.7k

A/N: v much wrote this just for @yeostars. 😌

You barely dodge the tennis ball that came hurling towards your face with a shriek, dropping to the floor in shock. "Kim Sunwoo, are you out of your fucking mind?!"

The man just sneers and narrows his eyes. "Move your ass," He gestures with his Tennis racket, "I wanna finish this match"

You stand back up with a scoff and throw the tennis ball in the general direction of his head. "Fuck you, I'm leaving!"

Sunwoo catches the ball and clicks his tongue, silently watching as you angrily stomp away. "Hey, that means I win!"

"I don't give a flying fuck!" You hiss and show him the middle finger before entering the hallway that leads to the changing rooms.

Everything is quiet since the two of you are the last ones in the gym and the janitor won't arrive until eight. But then there are quick steps behind you.

You whip around, alarmed, but don't get to do so much as open your mouth before Sunwoo clasps his hand over it. "Quiet"

You furrow your brows and move to step back, but he moves fast, turns you around and pins you against a wall, chest first. "Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?!" You hiss and wiggle to get him to loosen his grip on your wrists.

"Shut up" He spits back and turns you back around, one hand on the column of your throat. "You've been so fucking cranky today. What's gotten your panties in a twist, huh?"

Your hands clench and unclench at your sides helplessly and you swallow, feeling hot when his lips pull into a smirk.

"Not so feisty now? How bad…" Sunwoo muses and moves closer, broad chest pushing against yours, "you had such a loud mouth back in the pitch"

"Shut the f-"

"Ah-ah ah…" He interrupts you, index finger pushing against your lips. "God you're such a little bitch, you know that? It makes me wanna fuck the attitude out of you so bad"

Your bottom lip quivers and you feel a rush of arousal head straight to your core at his words. "Get your filthy hands off of me, Kim Sunwoo"

He chuckles lowly, the tone sending a shiver down your spine and his grip on your throat tightens suddenly. He thrives off of the way your breath hitches and your hands immediately grasp his wrist. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're just a needy little kitten who wants to get her cunt filled with a dick"

"S- Shut up" You whine, a weak attempt to conceal the desperate look on your face.

Because in fact, you just couldn't stop imagining Sunwoo fucking you senseless. All his grunts and groans during the match riled you up and made you lose your focus which ended you in this situation.

Sunwoo smirks with an evil glint in his eyes. "You didn't say no" He pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek for a second. "I bet the match made you ruin your panties. You think I wouldn't notice the way you'd rub your thighs? Oh kitten, you're so clueless"

"If you came here just to make fun of me, then leave me alone" You hiss and dig your fingernails into his arm. "You succeeded"

"Oh no silly" he snickers, his free hand moving to push some hair out of your face, "you caused a problem and you're going to fix it"

Right after he finishes speaking, he presses his hips against yours, making you feel his raging boner through his pants.

A moan slips past your lips and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Now you gave him what he wanted.

"Aww kitten, are you suddenly getting shy?" He mocks you, thumb pulling your lip free from your teeth. "Too bad no one else gets to see you like this, so desperate to get your tight little pussy stuffed"

You whimper and move your hips to grind against his, eliciting a deep groan out of him.

Immediate regret fills you though, when his free hand lands a light slap against your face. "This was your warning kitten. I won't go easy on whores like you" the same hand that smacked you now holds your jaw. "Your safe word is berry. I won't stop until I hear it, understand?"

Your heartbeat quickens and you nod, desperately needing relief.

Another slap is delivered to your face, this time with more force, but not too harsh either. "Use your fucking words, slut"

An almost pained whimper escapes your mouth and you hurriedly reply, "I- I understand!"

Sunwoo doesn't waste another second and attaches his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin and basking in your whimpers.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and press your crotch against his again. "Fuck- Sunwoo please just fuck me!"

He bites down on the junction of your shoulder and neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "You're so impatient, kitten" He clicks his tongue, "but you're lucky I'm as well"

Within seconds you're stripped of your pants and underwear and Sunwoo's fingers are teasing you. "Shit kitten, you're so wet for me"

"Shut up!" You fight back, but regret it a second later when he delivers a smack to your cunt.

"Be quiet, slut" He hisses and moves so his mouth is level with your ear. "The only sounds you'll be making are your pretty moans when I fill up your greedy pussy"

You involuntarily comply and instead just whine pitifully, aching for some relief.

Sunwoo coos in fake sympathy and pushes two of his lengthy fingers into your soaked pussy. "Damn kitten you're dripping… were you that desperate for my cock?"

You don't reply and he doesn't comment further on it, instead teasing you further, digits moving fast in and out of your cunt until he feels you clench around his fingers. "You won't cum just yet, kitten" He says, voice low and threatening as he pulls out his fingers and wipes them off on his pants carelessly. "Because I want you to do it on my dick"

Your eyes roll back when he pulls down his pants and underwear to free his leaking cock. "Shit Sunwoo you're so big-"

"Hush" He quiets you down with a cocky smirk, "I'll make it fit"

Another rush of arousal washes over you at his words and you clench around emptiness. "Please!"

Sunwoo chuckles and rubs the head of his cock against your soaked cunt, catching onto your entrance briefly, but not pushing in and making you whine. "Aww poor kitten, just want to get fucked like the slut you are, don't you? Want me to fuck you stupid and use you as a little cocksleeve, hm?"

A sob tears through the otherwise silent hall and the man chuckled darkly, getting off of your suffering. "Y- Yes I do! Please just- just fuck me already!"

"Mhm sure thing" He smirks again, licking his luscious lips and pushing his cock into your dripping entrance, ripping moans from both your mouths.

The stretch stung at first due to the lack of prepping, but it made you feel all the more full when he bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours. "You like that, whore? Like it when your tight little pussy gets stretched out by a big dick without any prep?" Sunwoo taunts, his lips sucking another mark into the skin of your throat and pulling back with a smack. "You love being used as a cum dump, don't you? Dirty little kitten"

You mewl in embarrassment, flustered with how easy he could read you. "F- fuck Sunwoo-"

"Mhm, did I allow you to speak? Be a good little kitten and take my cock like the slut you are" He hisses back, pushing two fingers into your mouth to shut you up briefly as he pulls his hips back, only to slam them against yours.

A high-pitched moan rips through your throat and you bite down slightly on his digits.

"Yeah that's right kitten, that's how you take it" He says with a smug undertone as he pulls out his fingers again, instead placing both hands on your waist. "Hold on tight kitten, this is gonna be a rough ride~"

Without question, your eyes widen and you quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Not wasting another second, Sunwoo starts pounding into you roughly, pulling you up and down by your waist in sync with his thrusts. The slapping of his skin connecting with yours reverberates through the unoccupied hallway of the gym.

Sunwoo's grunts and raspy moans are right by your ear as he works you both towards your orgasm, his fingers all but digging into the flesh of your waist and surely leaving marks.

"A-Ah! Sunwoo, r- right there!" You cry out when he brushes against your g-spot, your body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mh… Kitten are you gonna cum? Is my cock making you feel so good?"

"Y- Yes! Yes, your cock is so good!" is your almost immediate reply, fingernails digging into his back and surely leaving red scratch marks on his unblemished skin.

"Shit- I'm gonna cum, kitten" Sunwoo groans, hips stuttering slightly and pace faltering, "and you're gonna take all of it like the good whore you are"

You only manage to nod against his shoulder and breathe heavily when you feel yourself near the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping soon.

"Ughhh, fuck!" Sunwoo growls, bottoms out and grinds against you as his cum fills you up, sending you over the edge as well. You sob into his shoulder, the pleasure almost too much, but then he stops and you lean back against the wall.

Sunwoo sets you back down on your feet and clicks his tongue. "Look at you kitten, all fucked out and cunt messed up with my cum"

You whimper and slide down to the floor, too spent to shoot back a remark.

"It was fun while it lasted" He says and pulls his underwear and pants back up and in place. "I'll see you next week"

And then he turns around to enter the men's changing rooms and you're left in the hallway, pussy leaking of his cum and feeling tired.

"Fucking asshole…" You mumble under your breath as you gather your clothes to shower and leave, humiliation seeping into your bones.

You just fucked your greatest enemy and you enjoyed it.

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