#your love is a rage-filled thing and your love is strong and you would rather sacrifice yourself on a spit then be buried above their bones

[prythiansfavoritefox]

The first time he went back --> Tamcien, ACOFAS

"Tamlin." Lucien's face was carefully neutral, his limbs loose, nothing in his scent or his body language giving away anything about how he felt to be standing before his once High Lord again.

"Lucien." Tamlin was relieved, at least, to see that his old friend had not adopted the Night Court fashion, opting for a blue and silver tunic instead. "I see you've been keeping this place clean in case I decided to come back," he said sarcastically. Then, there was a strong scent of rust and embers as Lucien began using his magic to move some things around. "There. At least it's somewhat livable now. Don't you have servants, Tamlin?"

Tamlin didn't fail to notice that Lucien called him by his full name rather than by his nickname. Lucien had called him Tam practically from the moment he'd arrived despite Tamlin's insistence that he show him the respect due of a High Lord, and decorum, blah blah blah. After some point, he stopped fighting it because he liked that Lucien had a special name only for him.

"Some. Most are too scared to question the state of the place. Many have left." Tamlin stared blankly at a wall. He had no fight left in him. All his anger had left him the moment he'd brought Rhysand back to life. There was no one left to be angry at. Nothing left to fight for.

Feyre had ruined him, and yet Tamlin had done that. Why? Why did he still love her? Why did it still hurt that she chose him? How long would she be able to hurt him?

As long as he loved her.

But how did he make it stop? How did he make this love go away, stop it from carving his heart out of his chest?

"You ignored me. After the war." That's what Lucien wanted to talk about? Surely he'd understood how painful it was to see him in Illyrian leathers, how painful it was to see him so quickly accepted as part of another group, how painful it was to see him away from him. For the longest time, Lucien had been his, and his alone. Now he had a mate and a whole other court and family. He wondered now if he had possibly taken Lucien for granted.

Well you know, Tam, there are several courts who'd pay an arm and a leg to have me working for them, so you'd better start listening to me more oft-

Little did either of them know how those words would turn out to be prophetic. Fitting, he supposed, with that seer mate of his.

"The sight of you in Illyrian leathers disgusted me," Tamlin replied dully. Lucien snorted. "What else was I to do? I didn't have anything else to wear; all my clothes were back here."

"You could've just stayed with me," Tamlin replied. A stupid thing to say, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Rhysand would never understand and appreciate Lucien's value like Tamlin could.

Lucien leaned back against a wall, putting his hands behind his head. "Right. And continue to watch you listen to the female who raped me over me, the person who not only loyally served you for centuries, but has connections to every damn court in Prythian. If I had a little more power, I could rule this whole damn place, I know so much."

Tamlin snarled. "Don't remind me of that. Believe me, I am well aware of my transgressions."

"Then surely you see why I had to leave. Even if my mate were not trapped in Night, your attitude would've eventually prompted me to leave."

My mate. The words sent shards of glass into his heart. "The mating bond is a curse," he rasped. It had to be. Why else would it mate his parents together, Rhysand's parents together, and his Feyre with Rhysand? Why would it mate Lucien with Elain, thus taking his Lucien away from him?

"The mating bond is a blessing from the Mother herself," Lucien insisted.

"Don't just blindly spit back the bullshit the temple taught you," Tamlin snapped. His claws emerged from beneath his skin, trembling rage filling his body. "God can offer us many beauties, sure, but we already know that She can also be cruel. Is it really so hard to believe that the mating bond is not what it's made out to be? Imagine a bond compelling you, forcing you to be with someone you don't want forever."

"Who said I don't want Elain?" Lucien whispered. Tamlin stilled. Those glass shards twisted in his heart a little bit more. "You think it's just a bond compelling me to stay with her? I thought you more intelligent than that, Tam." Tamlin squeezed his eyes shut, slumping against his chair. Heartbreak was all too familiar a feeling to him at this point.

"Look, Tamlin, I'm trying here," Lucien said, his voice sounding as though he were repressing some emotion. "I know it hurts, Tam. Please, let me help you. Don't push everyone away like you always do. Don't try to go it alone."

Tam.

As though drawn by a magnet, Tamlin's eyes lifted to Lucien's. The handsome lord stared at him with an earnestness that threatened to melt all that Tamlin was into nothing. He could never resist that soft look, and that wasn't about to change.

At last, he lost control. His shoulders caved in and he began to cry into his hands.

"Tam." Lucien closed the distance between them, kneeling before him. He placed his palms on Tamlin's cheeks, brushing away tears with his thumbs. "Don't cry," he murmured. "I'm here. I am here, I am with you."

Tamlin sniffed. "You should hate me."

His former emissary gently pulled him by the back of his head, pressing their foreheads together. "I know," he answered quietly. "But I don't."

He pulled away, offering a hand to stand up. "You look terrible, Tam. Have you been sleeping enough?"

Sighing, Tamlin shook his head. "Not really."

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Go sleep, Tam."

Tamlin just crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. Lucien raised a brow at him, placing his hands on his hips. "Oh, I get it. You think because you're the High Lord, you can do whatever the hell you want. Well you know, Tam, there are several courts who'd pay an arm and a leg to have me working for them, so you'd better start listening to me more oft-"

The Spring Court lord grinned as the words sparked a far more pleasant memory of the two of them, leaping up in an instant. "As you wish, Lucien." The Autumn Court faerie smirked as he placed a hand on Tamlin's back, guiding him to the bedroom.

After tucking him in, Lucien was about to leave the room when Tamlin called out weakly, "Lu?"

He turned around, cocking his head. "Tam?"

Tamlin hesitated, a blush coming over his face. "Do you think- well could you...stay with me?"

Lucien sighed exasperatedly. "Just sleep, Tam."

"I can't. I've been trying for the past several days." Lucien took a deep breath, pinching his nose. "Fine. But don't expect to see me here when you get up."

"Ok." Lucien strode towards him and hopped onto the bed, leaning his head against the bedframe. Tamlin crawled towards him, placing his head on his lap. Lucien just scoffed.

"What are you, a six-year-old child?" he asked, but he ran his fingers through his blonde locks. Tamlin purred.

"After all this time, you still purr like a goddamn kitty cat whenever someone touches your hair," Lucien muttered, and those were the last words Tamlin heard before sleep overtook him at last.

#tamlin #lucien vanserra #tamcien #fanfic

[happyk44]

percy repeating that he can be good over and over again to himself while covered in the blood after an overwhelming unleash of volatile rage that destroyed all that threatened his loved ones while grover holds his face and steadily grounds him back to reality

("i'm safe, we're safe, it's safe, just breathe")

#grover underwood #percy jackson #grover looks past the violence because percy takes precedence and percy embraces the violence because grover takes precedence #like do you get it? do you get the sorrows of being an angry person trying so hard to be Good for the people you love and falling short #because you love too much and with your whole heart but your love is rage filled thing that you could never quite quell #(how do you fight a hurricane? how do you stop a tsunami? you can't. there's no outrunning the storm) #your love is a rage-filled thing and your love is strong and you would rather sacrifice yourself on a spit then be buried above their bones #and how fucking dare anyone try to threaten that #and now you are covered in someone else's blood and you are not Good (you never were you never were) and it's all you can do not to scream #(i can be Good i can be Good you say but the words are lies because you are a storm and who has ever looked to a storm as Good) #happy talks pjo

[the-californicationist]

he buys you jewelry

The incessant whir of the tattoo gun was droning on as you watched Price’s freshly-shaved shoulder and back take on the sweeping artwork of a huge dragon. It had arching wings and a terrible snarl, and its long tongue breathed fire out onto his spine. You weren’t sure why he was getting a dragon, or what the symbolism was, but it was beautiful work. It fit his body perfectly. 

You’d been dating the soldier for about two months now, and he was very intense. He was apparently a captain of some sort of special forces group, but he hadn’t burdened you with the details. As you spoke with him and shared more things about yourself, he would leave little breadcrumbs about himself along the way, opening up slowly like a tight bud, blooming right in front of your eyes. 

His violent career was probably why he was taking this tattoo like it was a massage, chatting happily with you and his artist, Jana, totally unfazed by the repeated stabbing pain of the needles. Price was laid across the black chair, shirtless and hatless with his chest down and his back exposed to Jana. She was working away diligently, and you were in a prime location to drool over his body.

You’d been naked together already, and he was a damn fine lover, but his huge frame still made you hot, bothered, and unquenchably thirsty. You let your eyes drag over his hulking shoulders, gazing at the banded muscle in his back, his huge lats fanning out like wings, leading down to a trim but strong core. His skin was dusted with thick hair and a starfield of freckles. Old and new tattoos lay nestled around his body, telling a story you were slowly unfolding. John Price was gorgeous. 

“Mm,” he groaned, “Back of the arm is a bitch.”

“You need a break, John?” Jana asked him, “‘Cause I could use a smoke.”

“You bet,” Price smiled in agreement, letting her clean him up and wrap the skin to keep it safe. 

You handed him a bottle of water and grabbed an orange from your bag, following him to the back of the parlor. He dusted off a bench for you to sit with him, and he lit a tin cigar. You started to peel your orange, handing him a segment at a time, sharing it together as his smoke rolled out of his nose and mouth, spiraling up from the glowing embers. He offered it to you, and you took it.

The smoke was warm and filled your mouth, heating the sensitive skin of your cheeks. The tobacco and vanilla notes blended with the sweetness of the orange creating a pleasant taste, and it was satisfying to blow it away from you. More satisfying, however, was the indulgent expression on Price’s face when you did so, his bearded grin turning almost smug when you looked up at him to return his cigar. 

“Does it hurt?” You asked him, getting a peek at his dragon. It was nearly finished.

“It hurts in a good way, ya know? Pain…” he paused for a moment, thinking, his gaze focused on something far away, “Pain requires fear. If you can move past it, you can overcome it. I just try to find something I’d rather feel than fear.”

“What do you usually feel?” You asked, biting into another juicy slice of your orange. 

“Rage,” he smiled a little sadly, staring down at his hands, “I’m quick with my anger. Comes too easy for me, sometimes.”

“Do you feel rage now?” You probed further, handing him another shining lobe from the fruit.

He looked at you, brushing your hair over your ear gently, 

“No, love. Not rage. Something else, though.”

For a moment, his stark blue eyes drew you in, turning into pools of endless, cloudless sky. You thought he might kiss you. You might have a chance to taste the mixture of tobacco and orange in his mouth, feel his slick tongue slip against yours. You wanted to be pressured by his jaw to open up to him, to allow him to taste whatever he wanted to taste, to take whatever he wanted to take. 

“Hey, mate,” Jana poked her head around the corner, “You ready to finish up?”

“Yeah,” Price replied, his eyes not leaving yours, gripping you without using his hands. 

“Looks brilliant, Jans,” Price admired his dragon in the mirror, inspecting the fine details of its black scales, “You’re the best.” 

“You like it?” She smiled, admiring the work as well, pride shining on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m proper chuffed. Now it’s her turn,” he nodded over to you. 

“What?” You gaped, surprised at the sudden focus. 

He let Jana place the protective film over his tattoo and pulled his shirt back on, commenting,

“You wanted to get some work done, yeah?”

“Oh, right,” you said, remembering you’d told him how badly you wanted a tongue piercing since you were a teenager, “Not sure I have the funds, so -”

“No,” Price shook his head, “It’s on me, love. Whatever you want.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe he would just drop money on you like it was nothing. Jana’s studio was one of those invite-only, get-on-a-waiting-list type of places. Very posh. This wasn’t going to be cheap.

 He nodded, fixing his shirt and sliding over to give you a chaste kiss, 

“Anything for you, sweet girl,” he grinned, lowering his voice, “You gonna pierce that pretty tongue for me to play with, hm?”

You could feel your cheeks grow hot from the way his comment made you feel, bellowing the fire that was growing in your core. You turned to Jana who was cleaning up her station,

“Are you able to do a tongue piercing today?”

She smiled, 

“For John’s girl? Anytime. Have a seat.”

She brought over some bars for you to choose from. You worried about how sensitive your skin was, but tried not to be picky. When you asked about hypoallergenic options, she brought out a whole tray, watching as you and Price perused the selections. 

“This one?” You pointed to a polymer style. It was bright fluorescent pink, and it almost glowed in the container. 

“Very safe. The PTFE will be the easiest to avoid infection,” Jana told you confidently. She really knew her craft. You watched as she prepped the needle, and you started to get nervous. 

Price noticed of course, and he reached out for your hand,

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you smiled up at him, grimacing a bit, admitting your nervousness. 

The captain reminded you, squeezing your hand, 

“Don’t think about the fear.”  

“What should I think about instead?”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, and your heart froze in your chest as you listened to his words,

“I can’t stop thinking about how it’s going to make me feel when you lick my cock. I want you to rub it against my head, underneath, in that bloody spot that I like.”

“Ready?” Jana asked, interrupting your salacious thoughts. 

Price backed off, smirking with a proud look on his face, knowing he had made your blood run hot, straight to your belly. You nodded, giving her your tongue. You expected to be nervous again, but you weren’t. You were, however, extremely horny. 

Then, the clamp. A few seconds later, the sting. Your eyes wrenched shut, and Price squeezed your hand tighter. You opened them to look up at him, and his expression had darkened. He was staring into your mouth, looking at the piercing, obviously getting turned on by it. You watched him, sitting behind Jana, adjust himself in his pants, grasping at his growing shaft, trying to calm down. 

“All done,” Jana smiled, showing you a hand mirror, “and look - ”

She shined a blacklight over it, making it glow even brighter, 

“Pretty!” She exclaimed. 

She explained the aftercare, giving you plenty of products, and glaring at Price, making sure he followed the hygiene steps, too.

You left the shop sore, but you were distracted by the feeling of the wetness between your legs. John hugged you tightly before opening the passenger side door for you to climb into his car, 

“Poor darling, want to go for ice cream? Something to soothe that tongue?”

You nodded, looking at him expectantly, knowing he was still half-hard. His thickness made it impossible to miss. 

“Yeah, John, that sounds good.”

“After a few days, she said you’d be back to fighting shape, hm? I can’t wait.”

His laugh was dark and full of promise. He leaned over the center console to kiss your neck, and you felt like you might melt through the seat. He pulled out of the parking lot, and as the lights from the city glittered over his windshield, you held his hand, feeling like his precious pet, something to be cherished.

#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #captain john price #cod #john price #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #afab reader #Female reader #x female reader

[mykoreanlove]

backseat love.

You lay in the back of his red mustang.

His beloved car was parked in a secluded stop near the beach.

It was a warm summer night in late August.

The sky was clear, the air was crisp.

The moon illuminated your beautiful features effortlessly.

You closed your eyes.

Jackson’s musky scent clouded your mind completely.

You felt his plush lips exploring your neck.

His kisses were sweet, restrained even.

His body hovered above you, always leaving a bit of space as to not smother you.

Your hands trailed along his strong arms, rubbing circles on the spots in which his skin was tattooed.

Jackson stopped kissing you for a moment as he giggled under your touch.

“That tickled.”

You smirked diabolically.

“My bad”.

Not even a second later you had your hands on his sides tickling him on purpose.

Jackson got startled and tried to escape your nimble fingers while laughing hysterically.

You learned to love that high pitched laugh rather quickly.

He easily freed himself out of your touch and reversed the roles.

Now, he held your hands in place and laid directly on you.

Feeling him felt nice, being this close to him felt even nicer.

The mood changed as quickly as his eyes did.

You did not understand how but his dark eyes turned even darker somehow.

Jackson looked at you intensely.

“Y/N, don’t you ever do that again. Unless…”

He stopped talking and observed your face instead.

You felt his eyes linger on your lips.

Excitement rushed through your whole body.

You licked your lips in anticipation.

“Unless?”

Jackson’s eyes lit up from arousal, swallowing hard.

“Unless you want to get punished, baby girl.”

He crushed his lips onto yours and kissed you with his all.

Desire, longing, yearning, passion – you couldn’t think of a word to describe him.

Describe this.

Your fingers found the back of his head, tugging on his Cruella hair.

“Need you closer.”

You mumbled in between kisses, not wanting to break contact with his lips.

Jackson complied, thrusting his hips onto you.

“Like this?”

You moaned.

Your eyes shot open from embarrassment.

Jackson’s lips turned to a smirk, watching you very closely.

“I wanna do that again.”

You looked confused.

“What?”

“I wanna hear you moan again. No, I-”

He thrusted his hips again, making you understand how desperate he was for you.

“I want to make you moan again. And again. And again.”

Jackson’s lips found yours again, kissing you until you ran out of breath.

His almond shaped eyes looked down at you, requesting.

“If you let me?”

Fuck, he was good.

Your hands let go of his hair and travelled down to his crotch instead.

You were kneading him through his pants, smirking at him.

“Let’s go then.”

You had no idea how long the two of you had been at it.

The car was rocking.

The windows were fogged.

The air smelled like sex.

Both of you were sweaty and out of breath.

You still sat on his lap thanks to the last position he had you in.

You were covered in bite marks.

Neck, tits, inner thighs – Jackson marked you everywhere.

“I had no idea our date would go like this but I liked it.”

He laughed shyly.

You mirrored his laughter and pressed your forehead to his.

Jackson took your head into his hands, watching you with the biggest smile.

“You are so beautiful, y/n. Like really, fucking beautiful.”

He placed another kiss on your lips.

The kisses before were hungry and hurried.

Now they were sincere and sweet.

“How the hell are you still single?”

Ouch.

That one hurt.

“Because of guys like you, Jackson.”

You wanted to get away from him.

And his car.

You wanted to get up and cry.

“Because of guys like you. The ones that get to know me and tell me the sweetest things. Y/N, you are so beautiful. Y/N, you are so great. I wanna date you and do this and do that blablabla. Guys like you Jackson, they only want to fuck me and then they leave for someone else. You tell me why I’m still single.”

You practically spat out those last words.

Rage filled your whole body.

“Hello? Y/N? You okay?”

You snapped back to reality, leaving your blame game fantasies.

An awkward laugh left your lips.

“Sorry, got lost in thought.”

You smiled, hoping he would let it go.

Jackson was not sure what to do next.

Your vibe had changed completely.

You were cold and reserved now.

Your body tense.

Your smile fake.

“Did I.. Did I do something wrong?”

You turned your head away, laughing again.

“Of course not.”

His hand grabbed your face smoothly and turned it back so you could face him.

“Don’t do that y/n.”

You looked at him surprised.

“Do what?”

“Don’t hide from me, please. I know that I said something that triggered you and I’m sorry. But please, don’t shut me out.”

Jackson’s eyes were filled with sorrow – something you had never seen before in a male counterpart.

Slowly you regained your composure.

“You asked as a joke, I overreacted. It was really not that deep.”

“What if it was?”

He tugged back the strands of hair that fell into your face.

“What if it was deep? Why not talk about it? Don’t hold everything in, y/n.”

You were resistant.

This was not what you wanted.

This was supposed to be a careless date.

How did it turn into this?

“Do you trust me?”

Strangely enough, you did.

You nodded your head.

Jackson beamed you a smile.

“I trust you, too.”

His words touched you.

He touched you.

You felt yourself relax, as if weight had dropped off your shoulders.

You let out a deep breath.

Jackson took your hands into his and squeezed them.

“Wanna know how this normally goes?”

He nodded quietly.

“Well, I am still single because I meet the worst kind of people. You know the ones that don’t want to commit but behave as if they fell in love with you? It’s always the same – they tell me the nicest things, just like you did. Y/N, you are amazing. You are beautiful and smart and funny blabla, how are you still single?”

Tears were starting to fill your eyes.

Jackson didn’t say a word.

He knew it was hard for you.

He knew what it felt like to be in your shoes.

He knew how hard it was to open up about your struggles.

Tears were running down your cheeks.

“God, I feel so stupid telling you all this. I am still single because guys only think of fucking me. That’s all they do. They use me and then they throw me away. Like I meant nothing. Like I was trash. They delete my contact, they block me, they are out of my life without a single word. That is why I am still single, Jackson. I’m just not made for love.”

Your last words lingered in the air for a while.

You felt his thumb on your cheek, whiping away your salty tears.

“That was hard, wasn’t it?”

You nodded.

You felt small.

You felt vulnerable.

You made a giant fool of yourself on this date.

Great.

“I admire you, y/n.”

Your reddened eyes shot up, looking at him with confusion.

“You.. You what?”

Jackson laughed, adoring your cuteness so much.

“I know what it’s like to go through hard times. And how it feels to be rejected. And how it feels to bottle it all up. I am sorry that you had to go though all this. But you haven’t closed off your heart and I admire you for that.”

Now you wanted to cry more.

Not out of sadness, but out of gratitude.

“What? Did you expect me to kick you out of my car after you confessed all that?”

Jackson laughed and started kissing your tears away.

He looked at you sternly, whispering.

“I would never do that.”

All of you wanted to believe him.

All of you craved for someone that was good to you for once.

But all of you was suspicious because of your past.

„You said this happened normally, right?“

You nodded.

„Good.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, closing the space between the two of you.

“I’m sure you already know that I am not a normal guy, right?”

#jackson wang fanfic #jackson wang smut #jackson wang imagines #jackson wang scenarios #jackson wang angst #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 jackson #jackson wang x reader #mykoreanlove #got7 x reader #jackson wang #got7 smut #got7 hard hours #jackson wang hard thoughts #jackson wang x y/n #fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #fanfic prompt #fanfic things #fanfic x reader #jackson wang fluff #wang jackson #got7 fluff #got7 angst #got7 x y/n #kpop edits

[jinniesxl]

Summary : After breaking up with your boyfriend your friends prescribe you a fun night at the club, where you end up meeting a guy who you could only describe as perfect. So you decide to get to know him . Even if it is just for one night.

Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), not wearing a seat belt??, semi public sex?. Idk they were alone but outside so😭

Pairings: Jimin x reader

3,400+ Words

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I'd rather be lost in the lights, lost in the lights.

I'm out of my mind.

Can you help me numb the pain?

Like Crazy- Park Jimin

The doors swung open and suddenly the music that was muffled from the outside became clear. As soon as you stepped into the club you could feel just how loud it was, the bass made your body vibrate. With the mix of blaring music, the smell of alcohol, sweat,strong perfumes and the intense blue strobe lights you were positive you would have a raging headache within minutes.

Being in a room full of sweaty drunk people practically fornicating on the dance floor, was not how you envisioned your night but here you were. It was the only way to get your friends –Mina and Soyeon– off your back. Ever since you and Namjoon had ended things they haven't left you alone. They think you're heartbroken despite you telling them that you were really okay.

The truth is your breakup with Namjoon didn't really hurt, of course you were sad but it wasn't messy or dramatic. You had mutually decided that you wanted different things and that you could still be cool with each other and you were content with that.

You would much rather spend your night off at home than in this club but if coming here meant Mina and Soyeon would stop trying to comfort you for something you were fine with, then you would party until their hearts were content.

Even though they originally came here to lift your spirits, you knew you would be by yourself within the next half hour. They loved to go clubbing and it usually ended with the both of them getting laid, but you were in a committed relationship for more than two years so this wasn’t your thing anymore. You used to come here with them all the time but as soon as you met Namjoon you decided to find more chill hangout places with less thirsty men around.

But now you were back here and not sure if you knew what to do. Your first instinct was to head for the bar because there was no way in hell you would get through this night sober, especially because you didn't want to be here in the first place.

The three of you sit on stools right next to each other and Soyeon orders shots for each of you.

“Shots already? I don't want to get too wasted tonight. I have things to get done tomorrow.” you whine “Relax Y/N just have fun tonight don't worry about tomorrow, let loose for a while”

You sigh and agree to “let loose” for the night.

Your friends begin to look around scanning the room most likely in search of a guy to hook up with tonight. Mina begins to open her mouth to speak when the bartender sets 3 shot glasses filled with vodka in front of you. Mina and Soyeon pick up their glasses and you do the same, clanking them together you mumble a quiet “cheers” and gulp it down cringing at the taste.

You order more drinks and pick something light on the alcohol. “Y/N do you see that guy” Mina nods you in the direction of a tall guy with dark hair who's wearing tight black jeans and a loose button up shirt with two buttons undone at the top. He's cute you'll admit but he has a sort of “frat boy” vibe to him and that's something you're just not into.

“He's been looking at you since we sat here. Go talk to him” She seems eager to find you a date but no matter how eager she is it won't be this guy.

“Yeah, he's been looking at me and 10 other girls. No thanks. You guys don't have to sit here and help me find hookups you know.”

“Fine, Fine lets just drink” Soyeon suggests

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Just like you expected both of the girls had left you sitting at the bar alone. They were now out on the dance floor or hooking up somewhere. You weren't having much fun so you pulled out your phone to text them that you were going home, but before you got the chance to type out the text you feel someone sit on the stool next to you.

“Not feeling it tonight huh?”

You look up to see if he's talking to you, which now you know he definitely is. He eyes you like you're the only person there. Looking from your eyes and lips down to your exposed legs in the short black dress you wore, maybe a little too short but it's all you had on hand.

“Yeah. It seems dull here tonight, but maybe i'm just not in the clubbing kind of mood”

“Let me buy you a drink before you go”

You frown at him. He seems nice but you just want to go home. “I just want to get out of here. Sorry.” His face lights up. Weird for a guy you just turned down. “Okay you want to get out of here? Come somewhere with me. It seems we both have nothing better to do tonight.”

Something told you he wasn't the type to give up easily and he gave you a good vibe so why not? Something about him made you curious. “One drink”

“One drink it is” he says, clapping his hands together and smiling. It was the prettiest smile you had ever seen. It was a smile that reached his eyes. It was genuine. When he smiled his eyes turned to crescent moons.

It was cute, but at the same time this man was far from cute.

Dressed in nicely fitted blue jeans and a matching jacket with gem stones scattered throughout in patterns. Under his open jacket he wore a white mesh tank top that had thicker straps on the shoulders. He wasn't super tall, about average height, but he was nicely built and skinny but you could tell that under that jacket he was at least a little bit muscular. And those thighs, his thighs were thick they looked strong it made you want to sit on the-

Get it together Y/N he's a stranger you just ran into

He ushers the bartender over to take your drink orders. You both tell him what you want and then swing back into conversation.

“Why'd you come tonight if you didn't want to be here because I can't lie you've looked like you want to be anywhere else since you got here.” he points out.

“My friends practically forced me out but now they're off doing god knows wha-” You pause Did he just say “since you got here”

“What do you mean since I got here? Have you been watching me?” you question

“It's impossible not to look at the prettiest girl in the room” you blush and he continues. “I saw you come in and since then my attention keeps drifting to you.” You giggle just now realizing that you're a bit tipsy from the drinks you've had earlier.

“You’re flirting with me but haven't even told me your name. It makes you seem like a player.” You joke. He lets out a small laugh. “Jimin, Park Jimin.”

“Well it's nice to meet you, Park Jimin” you say, making sure to highlight “Park” with your voice. “If it's anything to you, my name is Y/N”

“Y/N, I like that its pretty”

The bartender comes with your drinks and the two of you immerse yourselves in meaningless conversion.

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You told Jimin “one drink” and you meant it but that didn't stop you from taking him up on his offer of leaving together, not with the intention of hooking up, but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell that wasn't off the table.

The both of you had waited about an hour after you finished your drinks and had some food to help you sober up. Jimin had only had that one drink the whole night so he was okay to drive. Apparently he only comes to the club for dancing, not drinking. So you were a special case for him.

Before you left the club you had made it abundantly clear that this was a one night kind of thing and you most likely wouldn't see him again after this. Or at least you wouldn’t seek him out, and he was to do the same. He was okay with it although you swear you saw disappointment flash his face.

Sure you were over Namjoon, but dating this early on felt wrong, you just weren't ready yet. Not that you thought Jimin would want to date you after one night of hanging out. Tonight was only for fun and since it was supposed to just be a good memory you wanted to leave everything at that. A memory. There was no particular reason why but you didn't feel the need to bring a person on as a friend just because of one good night.

Mina and Soyeon had left with their hookups by the time you left so there was no point in staying.

Getting in Jimin's car you look around at the interior. Leather seats, that doesn't surprise you in the slightest.

“Where are we going?” you look over at him. “Why don't we drive around the city”

“I want to see the stars” you tell him “We can't see them if we stay in the city they get lost in the lights.”

He thinks for a second and then starts the car “I know a place” He begins to drive and you don't ask questions, for some reason you trust him. Even though you just met him you feel a sense of safety around him.

He turns on the radio and a pop song starts to play through the speakers. You're not sure who it is but it's a nice song. “I've always wanted to try something and this feels like the right time. Don't crash.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you're already pulling open his sunroof and sticking your head out. He slows down to a speed that you won't be blown back at and laughs as you yell into the night.

You know you look ridiculous but you don't care, people in movies alway look like they're having so much fun when they do this so you wanted to see for yourself. After you've had your fun you pull your head back into the car and shut the sunroof.

“Was it as fun as you thought?” Jimin chuckles. He thought it was cute how happy you looked after doing something so simple. It made him feel refreshed to be around someone so free spirited.

He thought maybe this could last forever.

You were clear on how you felt about tonight and he respected that even though you could've been so good together. By morning this would all be a memory.

“Not as thrilling as the movies make it seem but it felt nice”

A few more songs played on the radio before you got to your destination, you and Jimin singing along to the ones you knew.

You had driven out of the city, to the outskirts, it was quiet; peaceful. Jimin stopped the car “Lets get on the roof. I have blankets in the back.” The roof of what? There were no buildings out here. He wasn't talking about the car right. You'd fall off and break a leg within minutes.

You cocked your head to the side ready to ask where he was talking about, but he had already grabbed a blanket and stepped on a part of the trunk to pull himself up. So he did mean the car.

You kicked your shoes off and set them inside of the car before walking to the trunk and pulling yourself up. It was bigger than you thought up there but still dangerous. You sat beside Jimin and he wrapped the blanket around you, leaving his arm to hang around your shoulders and instead of moving away like you know you should have, you leaned in to his side.

The both of you sit in silence and look up at the sky, you could have sworn the night never felt this warm and the stars had never shone this bright. Being in this moment with Jimin felt right.

He glanced over at you staring off into the night sky and it made him smile at you once again. That beautiful eye smile.

You felt his eyes on you so you looked over. He brought his face down closer to yours and lightly grabbed your chin lifting it ever so slightly so you were forced to look into his eyes. “Y/N” he spoke softly “Can I kiss you”

You froze, you wanted to speak but were afraid of what you might say or ask him to do so you nodded your head and without hesitation Jimin finally closed the gap between your lips. The kiss started off softly, his plump lips testing out yours, but soon enough his hand dropped from your face down to your thighs, that were no longer covered by the blanket or your dress. The dress you were wearing had ridden up doing an extremely lousy job at covering anything.

He began to touch your thighs, caressing the outsides over so gently and then sneaking his hands into the top of your panties–where he stopped– Jimin pulled his lips away from yours and you were prepared to scold him for teasing you, but when you looked at him, it made sense

“Do you want me to keep going? It's okay if you don't want to go any further.”

“I want this, please make me feel good Jimin.” And that was all he needed before diving his hands into your panties and placing his lips back on yours. You spread your legs out so that he would have easier access but there was only so much room on top of his car.

He found your clit quickly and started to draw soft, gentle circles into you. Shamelessly you began to lift your hips into his hand desperate to feel more. Your eagerness made him grin into the kiss, but he had a feeling you wouldn't appreciate him teasing so he added a finger to your now wet cunt, slowly pushing it in and pulling it back out. The feeling of something finally inside you, made you moan.

Enjoying the noises coming from your lips he added another finger to the mix, stretching you out for him. You could've cum like this and Jimin knew it from the way you were clenching around his fingers, but he didnt want you to come, not yet, he still wanted to taste you.

He stopped suddenly and pulled his fingers out of you, you almost whined at the feeling of being empty. “Hey why'd you sto-'' You were cut off by him gripping your thighs and positioning you laid on your back on the cold metal of the car. You sat yourself up on your elbows and lifted your knees. He grabbed the hem of your now soaked panties and threw them back somewhere. If you weren't so dazed by his movements and desperate for pleasure you would’ve yelled at him for being so careless.

Throwing his legs over the front windshield of his car he placed his head directly over your navel.The position he was in couldn't have been comfortable.

“So that I could do this” Wasting no time he lowered himself so that he could place his soft lips over your sensitive clit. He moved his lips and tongue in a way that made you see stars. “F-fuck Jimin im gonna cum” Pushing his fingers back into your soaked cunt he lifted his head to watch you come undone “Thats right baby, cum for me” Quickly he put his mouth back on you, licking your clit and pushing his fingers in and out of you simultaneously. That was all it took for you to let yourself go.

You came on his mouth and fingers as your thighs trembled. He continued to rub your clit and help you ride out your orgasm. “Jimin, too much, it's too much” you gasped out while snapping your thighs shut. That didn't stop him from pulling them open to press one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt.

He pulled himself back onto the top of the car before licking his lips that were now slick with your cum.

You caught your breath and began to sit up as Jimin leaned over your body to kiss you again. “Are you alright?” He asked eyes slightly widening with concern because of your already fucked-out-looking state.

You let out a breathy chuckle. “I'm great, I just need a second, I wasn't expecting you to be so good with your mouth.”

He laughed and jumped down off the car holding his arms up for you to grab. “Come on, it's almost daylight, let's get you home.” Almost daylight? What time was it? How long did you and Jimin stay out here?

To any other one night stand Jimin would have suggested sex in the back seat, but with you it was different, not because he didn't want to but he knew it would make it harder to respect your wishes of keeping this a one-nighter.

Trying not to let the disappointment show on your face, you take his hands and let him help you down. Once you were back on the ground you pulled your dress back over your thighs and wobbled over to the passenger seat. Not long after, Jimin hopped into the driver's side and tossed the blanket to the back seat.

“I tried to see if your underwear were on the ground but its too dark so it looks like you'll have to go commando for a little while. Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at his words. “You owe me underwear Park Jimin” you said playfully. With that he laughed and had you put in your address so he could take you home.

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The ride was quiet but comfortable, your wishes for this to be a one night thing remained so when you arrived at your house it was time to say goodbye.

“Thankyou for tonight” you told him while opening the door and stepping out of his car “Ill see you around Park Jimin”

“Goodnight Y/N”

And with that you grabbed your shoes off the car's floor and walked to the door of your apartment. Jimin waited in his spot until you were safely inside before he left.

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The next morning –or more like afternoon– you woke up in your bed still wearing the dress from the club. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand beside you. It was text from your group chat with Mina and Soyeon:

MINA: Y/N we saw you with that guy last night you'd better tell us EVERYTHING

YOU: There's nothing to tell we sat and had a drink that's all.

You couldn't tell them what really happened because you knew they would never let it go.

SOYEON: LIAR! we watched you leave with him

You closed your phone. The last thing you wanted to do right now was talk about Jimin. Truthfully you regret not giving him your number last night because now that you think about it he's everything you want in a man.

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A few hours later after you showered and were now just relaxing there was a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone and Mina and Soyeon would've just let themselves in because they had keys in case of emergency, but used them all the time anyway.

You got up and made your way to the door. A little bag with a piece of paper sticking out was sitting on the step. You grabbed the bag and looked around outside but there was no one.

After going back inside you opened the bag, in it was a 4 pack of underwear and a note.

I felt bad for loosing your underwear I know these aren't the same but its something (:

I know you were clear about last night but just incase you change your mind *51######## is my number

-Park Jimin

You had never been more happy to lose a pair of underwear. Even though it hadn't been long you already missed Jimin Like Crazy and you were definitely going to call him.

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This was my first time writing detailed (kinda) smut so I think it turned out pretty okay👍🏽

I have an idea for a part two if anyone would be interested.

Please let me know what you think!! <3

#jimin #jiminbts #jimin smut #jimin x reader #park jimim #bts x reader #bts #bangtan boys #face jimin #like crazy #bts namjoon #rm bts #rm #namjoon

[thecuriousquest]

Okay so, one of your previous posts about Yandere! Levi x reader who is married to someone else and later on dies and the reader is ‘comforted’ by Levi. How about an AU where after the husband dies, reader still hasn't moved on from his passing, she loves him and never plans to re-marry. She thinks about him all the time and hates it when Levi refers to her husband as her “late-husband.” she claims he’s still her husband whether he's here physically or not. What does Levi feel about it? Jealousy? Anger? What will he do?

Promise Me (AU of A Tonic for Jealousy)

A Tonic for Jealousy

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, stripping (not sexually), drowning, abuse, shoving, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, restraints

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“Please, stop calling Leon that,” you try to correct Levi for the umpteenth time. It drains you to have to say it again and again, but you will never stop defending your late husband even from the grave.

“Leon is exactly that. He’s your late husband. If we’re going to be together, then it’s time you move on.”

Crossing your arms, you turn your shoulder away from him. “Then maybe, I don’t want to be with you.”

Stunned from your declaration, it takes a few moments for him to compose himself.

“You don’t mean that.”

When you take too long to respond to him, a sickening rage stirs in his stomach. He reaches out for your shoulder, clutching it in a powerful grip. He spins you around to face him and shoves you against the wall. Your spine straightens upon impact, the back of your head hitting the surface.

You groan in pain until the noise is cut short by a hand wrapped around your throat.

“Levi…” it’s the only word you can barely express, but your tone is pleading.

“After everything we’ve been through together. After all I’ve done for you. To act so ungrateful…you didn’t mean what you said. Promise me you didn’t mean it.”

He lets go of your throat for you to answer him, but violent coughing is all you can respond with until air fills your lungs again and the sputtering has reached its end.

“What the fuck, Levi? Why did you do that?!”

You push at him to get away from you, but he grabs you by the hips and kicks your feet apart so that he’s standing between your legs.

“If you don’t promise me, I’ll have to make things…unpleasant for you until you do.”

Eyes widening upon his threat, you stare at him in fear instead of fury. “Why would you say something like that?”

“Because I won’t lose you, and I know you. You’re not the type of person who goes back on their word. All you have to do is promise that you didn’t mean what you said earlier, and I won’t have to hurt you.”

“I’m not going to be with someone who threatens me for any reason! You just choked the fuck out of me, Levi! I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Oh, Y/N, I think you don’t realize how much worse things can get for you.” He leans in close and whispers in your ear, “Let me show you.”

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Levi drops you, fully clothed, in an ice cold bath tub. When you pop up to the surface for air, you’re immediately plunged back down into the frigid depths by strong hands on your shoulders. Levi holds you there for ten seconds at a time before letting you come back up to breathe again.

“Promise me you won’t leave.”

You squirm to get away from him, trying to fight your way out of the bathroom. Humanity’s best soldier…more like the devil’s best friend.

He pushes you back under because of your defiance. Shivering from the cold sinking into your bones and muscles causes your body to ache with exhaustion. Your movements are becoming rather sluggish, and when Levi pulls you up again, you hold onto his arms this time.

You’re entirely saturated, the cold biting with every droplet on your body. Your toes and fingers are starting to prickle, and you find yourself at his mercy.

“Promise me you won’t leave,” is all he says. It’s all he has to say. There’s nothing else that he wants.

“I-” you begin, but you can’t seem to make the promise. “Please, Levi, stop this?” you beg him instead.

He holds you down longer this time. Your shoulders feel as though they’ve been beaten. Clawing at Levi’s wrists is the only fight you can put up, but it’s as if he’s paying you no mind to the blood you’re drawing.

Only when your hands begin to slip from his wrists does he bring you back to face him.

“Promise me you won’t leave.” He’s desperate this time for you to respond to him. The way he holds your shoulders in a tighter grip, it’s as if he wants to pull you into a hug right now, but he’s remaining firm instead.

You can’t take the torment anymore. You’re too cold and tired to keep fighting him. “I promise I won’t leave you.”

Levi looks at you just to make sure you’re not lying, but to him, you look defeated. The corner of his lips quirk up, and he helps you out of the tub. Stripping you of your clothes and drying you off, he works on drying your hair as well.

“Wouldn’t want you getting a cold now.”

He carries you to the bedroom and puts you on the bed. Covering you with the blanket, he also takes an extra precaution in chaining you to the footboard.

“I know you promised, but I’m just making sure.”

Levi crouches down to your eye level and places a hand beneath your chin.

“Leon is your late husband. Do you understand me?”

You could snarl and spit in his face, you could lash out and sink your nails into his eyes, but where would that get you? Would he beat you for acting with such rebellion? Would he lock you up and throw away the key? You now know what he’s capable of after being drowned by him, and you don’t want to be punished any further.

“I understand…”

“Say it.”

It kills you to say it out loud. If Leon could see you, would he be upset with you? Would he see this as a betrayal? You don’t know, but you’re too afraid of Levi to upset him again.

“Leon is my late husband.”

A pointer finger caresses your cheek. “Good girl,” he praises you. “Get some sleep now. You’ve had a long day.”

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[kiyomarus]

Imagine being Junichiro Sycra.

Imagine trying to protect your father from a monster you never knew existed and failing, watching your father die. Then overworking your powers you never knew you had just to watch yourself be filled with rage and revenge at the age of eight.

Imagine being on the run from monsters you want to kill, but can't. You call for your other dad, wishing for him to give him a home where he is. He would rather be dead than alone. It's been three years since this happened and nothing.

Imagine being bitter at the gods and monsters, with only a bow your mortal father gave you. You become attached to it, not letting anything touch it. And then a satyr comes for you, and your first instinct is to run. Imagine that you occur a child eating monster following you while you try to outrun the satyr and the lamia itself. Both won't leave you alone. You get chased from Maryland to New York until you come across two people setting up a camp. And you run into a girl your age.

Imagine they decide to run with you, helping to kill the monster coming for you. The satyr proves himself innocent and willing to help, but he accidentally bumps into you and makes you drop your bow. And the lamia steps and breaks it. The dark comes out.

Imagine you facing your phobia and heading straight for the lamia with only revenge in your mind, punching and biting the thing until it eventually dusts itself. The three people watching you in horror until you see them. And you walk away in the forest while they set up a camp.

Imagine sitting outside, sobbing because that bow was the only thing you loved and needed in life. The last memento of your mortal father is gone. Then the girl you ran into comes and finds you. And you pour your heart to her.

Imagine she comforts you, but you don't want it. You want home, your fathers' embraces. She calls you a demigod, and you refuse. You're normal. You're normal. Then you fall asleep in her arms. And wake up in her arms, held close.

Imagine you get to a camp and are claimed by Apollo. The god who ignored your pleas for three years. You can't help but feel disdain and rage. Then you get a sunshine and happy cabin. You don't want it.

Imagine the same girl gets claimed by Athena, and then Poseidon. And you find out the guy is a dead-alive hunter named Hippolytus. You get named as a Dark. Then Zeus finds out.

Imagine you watch Hippolytus get kidnapped and captured, and he sends you as outcasts into the Underworld to die. You pretend to be strong for the girl who can't believe her own parents as well.

Imagine being a son of Apollo in the Underworld. You start to drain with sunlight, and start becoming weak. You depend on the girl who can't even depend on herself to get you out. And she does.

Imagine hearing her past, then news that her mortal parents won't take her back in. You bpth find Hippolytus, then a sanctuary for outcasted demigods in New Orleans. The girl tells you she doesn't care if her parents left her, her hand in yours.

You can't help but feel happy for the first time.

But that's not the end.

#oc lore #junichiro sycra #original character #lore #books

[quietly-by-myself]

An Earthly Cosmological Redshift - Chapter 10

Masterlist

CW: mafia whump, captivity whump, vampire whumpee, vampire whumper, woman carewhumper, drug/alcohol use mention, noncon drugging, head injury, mentioned addiction, concussion, emeto, fainting, intimate whumper, outdated language about the LGBTQIA+ community, mentioned consensual spice, sleep deprivation, starvation, needles

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Whenever Fearon felt empty, he found himself turning to his vice. Well, perhaps he had more than one vice. Alcohol. Benzos. Men. He’d always had that hole in his heart that he filled with the superficial. He’d lost himself so many times in vice. Betrayed himself. Thrown the good in his life away. For what? Temporary pleasure, relief?

He’d only come to see his vice for what it really was when he met Jules. 

However, sitting in that cell, completely unable to see anything, relying only on his hearing to know what was happening, he found himself longing for his pills. They wouldn’t cure his blindness. They wouldn’t help him find Jules. But, they would help him find escape, if only for a little while. 

Fearon could hear Archimedes’ mocking voice in his head. For some reason, that voice always transformed into Archimedes. Archimedes or…

Galileo.

Did he do it on purpose? Had he given Fearon those pills to help keep him subservient? Had he manipulated Fearon into complacency? Or had it really been to help him? Had Fearon really just been too weak to break the habit once he started feeling better?

Fearon didn’t know, but the thought bothered him. 

Rather suddenly, Fearon heard footsteps. He wasn’t restrained - his chemical restraints had since worn off. He could fight back. But he couldn’t. He was blinded. He couldn’t know where the vampire coming to see him was. 

There wasn’t anything that could cure silver in the eyes of a vampire - Fearon himself had done it to others, traitors. It was one of the marks the Galilei Clan left on them. 

That was what he was now, wasn’t it? He was the ultimate traitor.

“Feeling sorry for yourself, Fearon?”

It was Archimedes.

“Could ask you the same thing, Archimedes.”

Archimedes growled a little. Getting under Archimedes’ skin was an easy task, but not one that Fearon thought was wise. 

“I know you well, old friend.” The footsteps got closer. Fearon felt little ripples in the gravity around him, but he couldn’t quite identify what they were. “You’re weak. Mentally and physically.”

Archimedes jerked Fearon’s head up by his hair, though it was rather futile. It wasn’t like Fearon could look him in the eyes. He didn’t know where Archimedes’ eyes were.

“Even when you were just a fledgling, you got that big scar on your face from losing a fight. You’re pathetic. Then, you develop, what, post traumatic stress? From what? Being powerful, but a sniveling, pathetic fool? And turn to drugs and alcohol to fix it? I always knew you were weak. Galileo loved you, but I always knew you didn’t have what it took to be strong. But, really? Falling to that? You got one of the most powerful abilities there is and you threw it all away.”

Rage filled Fearon’s body. He grabbed onto Archimedes arm and squeezed, pouring power into his grip. Archimedes' wrist bones snapped with a loud crack. Archimedes snarled, letting go of Fearon’s hair. Fearon used the chance to take a step back, far away from Archimedes.

“Don’t you fucking dare make light of what I went through. Galileo was the one who gave me the goddamn pills.”

Archimedes ran and threw a sharp punch at Fearon’s face. Fearon fell to the ground, tasting blood in his mouth. He reached up to his face, feeling the raw heat.

“What you went through?! What about how you left our Clan? What about how you left me and Hypatia? We loved you like family, Fearon, and you betrayed us.”

“Getting someone addicted to benzodiazepines is not love. I’m not of the Galilei Clan anymore. It isn’t my Clan. You aren’t my family.”

Another punch that made Fearon’s neck pop. This time, Fearon fell back and hit his head, hard, on the wall. 

“He was trying to help you, Fearon. He was so worried about you. What, were you two lovers or something?”

Fearon was quiet for a moment. “It was how he turned me. We hooked up after a night at a bar.”

Archimedes scoffed. “I’ve never had a problem with you being a homosexual. I don’t care. But, do you always have to have such shit taste? Galileo isn’t exactly the marriage type.”

“Some of us aren’t made for marriage, Archimedes.”

“You seem pretty set on it with that boyfriend we tortured. He had his engagement ring on. Screamed when Hypatia threatened to take it off.”

Fearon gritted his teeth. The back of his head was sticky-feeling. He reached a hand behind his head to notice that it was wet. He was bleeding from his skull.

Another punch came swinging, putting pressure that made Fearon yelp as Archimedes hit Fearon’s head against the wall again, right on the wound.

“What, is this all a game to you, Archimedes? Just kill me already. I know what happens to traitors.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to kill you quite yet, Fearon. I have much grander things planned for you.” Archimedes grabbed Fearon’s head and pulled him up by the hair. “I want to turn you into the perfect, subservient pet. I want to be your god. I will own you, in mind, in body, and in heart. There will be nothing left of the Fearon you once knew.”

“What, you think that’ll actually happen? I’d rather be dead,” Fearon spat.

“You’ll beg for death by the time that I’m done with you, Fearon.” Archimedes tightened his grasp in Fearon’s hair, pulling on the open wound on the back of his head. “You’ll wish I’d killed you here. Only when you think your life is over, that there’s nothing left of you except what I determine is proper and fine, will I kill you. You’ll have hell to pay first.”

Fearon wanted to spit at Archimedes. Fearon wanted to grab onto his wrist, to snap his neck with all the force of gravity that he could muster. However, he needed to play Archimedes’ game. He needed to be wise. He needed that rational head he used to have, way back when Archimedes was a pest, not an adversary.

So, he stayed silent. He knew that if he spoke, Archimedes would just find a way to use his words against him. Nothing could change Archimedes’ mind. He was always stubborn, always set in his ways. Once his mind was made up, little could change it.

Then again, Fearon was probably the pot calling the kettle black. There wasn’t a way to be an underboss without being steadfast, without being able to be decisive and unwavering. 

Had that changed?

Fearon wasn’t sure. He wished he could ask Jules.

Archimedes wrenched Fearon up by his hair, pinning him to the wall.

“Speak to me, Fearon. I want to hear your pathetic voice.”

Again, Fearon stayed silent. There was always a choice to fight - that was something that Galileo had taught him. As much as he resented the lesson, Fearon knew that it was true. He could fight in silence.

It wasn’t long before Archimedes’ hand knotted in Fearon’s hair. Fearon felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and heard a crack. The hand in his hair let go, leaving Fearon to slump against the wall. Nothingness surrounded Fearon as footsteps left the room.

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The back of Fearon’s head was wet and sticky. He knew he had been bleeding from the head before, but now? It felt like he’d lost more than a little blood. In fact, his hair was sticking to his neck and back ever so slightly.

Cold pavement rubbed against his stomach, leaving the fresh blood against open air. He hadn’t fainted on his back - he knew that much.

“I was getting worried. I couldn’t rouse you.”

It was Hypatia, except her voice was thousands of times louder than usual. Fuck. Archimedes had given him a concussion or some sort of brain damage.

His neck ached as he tried to move his head as though he were still sighted. 

“I’m a vampire. I can’t die.”

“Doesn’t mean that you can’t be fucking miserable for years.”

She was right about that. Hypatia was one of the people in the Galilei Clan that Fearon could admit he was wrong to.

He could. It didn’t mean that he would.

Fearon smelled it before it hit his skin. Cold alcohol stung in his open wound, making him hiss. 

“Hold still.”

“What are you trying to do, then?” Fearon sounded far more defensive than he’d intended.

“Patch you up, idiot.” Hypatia let out a heavy sigh. “Archimedes ordered it. I don’t understand why I have to nanny you. You’re the one who went and pissed him off. You know Archimedes has a temper, yet you make the same stupid decisions you made when the old Boss was alive.”

Hypatia continued on but her words eventually faded into noise. Noise noise noise noise noise. Noise that grew blurrier and blurrier. Noise that got replaced with a faint ringing that might’ve been there before but that he’d just noticed.

Noise that made his stomach flip.

A minute later, Fearon pushed himself up, earning a cry from Hypatia, and vomited. 

Hypatia’s hands were on him immediately, rolling him over onto his side as he vomited again and again. By the time he was done, everything in his mouth, his throat, even his stomach was burning. 

“Shit. It’s worse than I thought.”

All Fearon could manage was a groan. His brain was full of cotton balls. With each passing minute, he felt worse and worse.

The next moments grew blurry, out of focus even. What he remembered was some vague touch, some words, but none of it specific, none of it… real.

When he “came to,” he felt bandages around his head. His back wasn’t full of sticky blood. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, but it made sense somehow. Maybe that was how the blood came off. 

He thought more about it.

That was definitely how the blood came off.

“Fearon, can you understand me?”

“Yes, Hypatia.”

“I told you that I respect you and that was why I wasn’t torturing you. However, the boss ordered me to do something. I can’t ignore a direct order like that, but I can warn you. Archimedes isn’t going to let you sleep. He has someone coming to inject you with medicine every few hours to ensure that you can’t. He’s also going to starve you. I don’t know when any of it will end. But I respect you and I think you deserve warning.”

Fearon’s head was spinning. What did it all mean? What did she mean? Someone was going to inject him with what? Stimulants? He hated that shit. 

“Are you giving me the first dose, then?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I won’t be doing anything else for Archimedes, though.”

Fearon swallowed and nodded. Somehow, he felt like he should be more scared, but he just felt tired. His head was pounding more than any of his hangovers, worse than when he went clean. 

He didn’t have much time to react as a needle plunged into his arm. Fearon flinched and held back a small whimper. The needle made him shake a little.

“I’m sorry, Fearon. You should’ve been Boss. None of this would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t run away. You only have yourself to blame.”

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[hecatemoon87]

Hey darling, i hope you are doing fine!

I'm going through a real hard time right now and i'm in a constant cycle of being sad, growing desperate, start crying, getting angry (mostly at myself cuz i'm a useless piece of 💩) cry some more and then just feeling numb until the sadness returns and everything starts over again.

How do you think the different Hardy characters would deal with that? Alfie, Eddie, Tommy, Bob, Forrest and all the other wonderful characters? Sorry for bothering

Dear Friend,

I'm sorry to hear that you're feeling down. It sounds like you are struggling with some overwhelming emotions. And that is something that I can relate to.

Let me first say, you are not a useless piece of sh*t. You are a wonderful human being who is trying their best at existing in a complicated world.

The complexity of the world is confusing and frustrating. And sometimes it is hard to process all the negativity, causing emotional anguish at a level equal to physical pain.

What you need to know is that the universe sees good, and it wants you to feel good. As long as we try to do better, be kind, tolerant and patient we can find balance between our mind and spirit.

You are worthy, you are good and you are strong. It is okay to cry, it is okay to have bad days, it is okay to feel what you're feeling. But I just want you to know that you are more than you think you are.

You have more power than you could possibly imagine, it's in your heart, believe me, it's there. You just gotta search for it, and you'll find that you are strong, powerful and filled with goodness.

Now, you are interested in how Tom Hardy Character's would deal with such emotions? Let's see then!

Alfie Solomons

I don't think Alfie has ever processed his emotions in healthy way. He probably suffers from PTSD from the war. It would be hard not to, even though I think he is of a stronger mind than most. He certainly has anger issues, but I believe he keeps his mind occupied by challenging himself against others regarding wits and strategy. A healthy habit is to stay occupied, and Alfie is always on the move.

Eddie Brock

I think Eddie would allow himself to feel his emotions completely. He isn't the type to feel unmasculine if he cries. Though Eddie is impulsive and causes a good portion of his own drama, he seems to be able to express his emotions rather than bottling them up. I feel like Eddie would be willing to go to therapy to work on his issues. Finding a good therapist is a very helpful tool in trying to process complex emotions, and lord knows Eddie has a few of those.

Tommy Conlon

Poor Tommy, talk about a man who has experienced trauma. Instead of embracing the need to address his issues, he tries to push down the pain with pills or fighting in the ring. I think he's the type of man who would require his significant other to support him through his pain. The woman he would be with needs to remind him of his mother in some way. Meaning that she would need to give him the same love and comfort that he had lost when his mother died. Finding a support group or even just a friend is important. And Tommy needs that.

Bob Saginowski

I feel like Bob is kind hearted and a good man. But over all, it seems he can process stressful situations fairly well. He understands what is right and what is wrong. It's wrong to hurt a defenseless puppy, and it's wrong to abuse a defenseless woman. It is not wrong to bring justice to someone who is bad. And Bob is able to sleep at night with the choices he has made. This type of person is rare I think. Not to say that Bob is a psycho! He is just able to use logic over his emotions, and according to studies, it is a rare trait.

Forrest Bondurant

We all know how Forrest functions. In silence! But, oh, boy, this man FEELS things. He just doesn't show it. He experiences rage, sadness, passion and endurance in a stoic and undetectable manner. He is a man of action. You won't find him sitting around complaining. He's gonna stand up and walk out that door. And lord have mercy on whoever pisses him off! That isn't exactly healthy...violence is never the answer, but hey, it's 1931, therapy wasn't invented just yet. And not like Forrest would go...maybe Maggie could have persuaded him?

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[lollaika]

Chaper 3 of The Agony is here!

Chapter 3 of The Agony of a Loving Gaze is out, go forth and enjoy the filth.

It has two gorgeous pictures by @cuips-not-cute that you definitely deserve to have in your life.

For a sneek peak, check out the read more.

tw: non-con, rape, dub-con

And then he can hear Harrington come down the stairs, turns to look at him and is struck speechless for a moment.

Harrington is wearing a cheer uniform. The shirt is stretched obscenely at his shoulders but fits around the chest. The skirt hugs him as if it were sized for him. It sways with every step he takes, settles around strong, thick tights that are devoid of hair, because the swim team gets rid of that to avoid resistance in the water, which had been a fact fifteen-year-old Eddie had found very, very interesting. The hairlessness probably continues down his legs, but Eddie can’t see it, because he’s wearing white knee-high socks. He’s a vision. Eddie cannot tear his gaze away as Harrington crosses the space of the living room to sink to his knees in front of Hargrove, the glass he holds in his hand held up as an offering. The skirt settles around him, feather-soft, pleated. His feet disappear underneath it almost completely, only his toes sticking out and Eddie fixates on them. Harrington is lovely.

Eddie always knew that Harrington was good looking, had had a few wet dreams about him, just like he’d had some about other boys at their school. But the preppy look had not been to Eddie’s tastes, with all the polos and the pastels. Sure, Harrington had changed his style a little since he’d been with Wheeler and good on her to get the guy in a sweatshirt, because holy damn, but even then, Eddie hadn’t thought of him as lovely. He does now. Can’t really think of another word to describe him in this moment, which is a rarity for him.

And then he’s pulled out of the moment by Hargrove taking the glass offered to him, doubtlessly filled with some fancy overpriced alcohol, and saying: “Knew you’d love him in this, Munson. I see how you look at the cheerleaders. Can’t be the girls filling them, can it? Not for you. So, I thought, you’d appreciate this. As a gift for your willingness to take alternative payment.”

That’s not why Eddie watches the cheerleaders at all, but if it leads to this right here, he certainly won’t be correcting Hargrove on it. Instead, he gives Hargrove a smile, intended to convey his appreciation, and he is appreciative of Harrington in that outfit, just also very disturbed by how they got to this point. Hargrove grins back, then looks down at Harrington, a hunger taking over his face that briefly distorts his features, a rage that flashes through his musculature, before he seems to shake himself out of it, grinning again.

“He’s all yours, Munson.”

Eddie looks at Harrington, debating how to start this off, how to get from point A to point Z, which would hopefully be a not too traumatized and beaten Harrington and a satisfied Hargrove. He’s got five hours to do it in, which leaves a lot of time for getting there, but also a scarily long time for fuckups. But like all things that are to become a layered thing of complex beauty he has to start small, easy, simple.

And Harrington needs to be limber for what Eddie wants to do to him. So, the first step is as much a necessity as it will be a pleasure to watch. He relaxes back into his chair, forces himself to grin at Hargrove, as if he invites him to share the joke, the humiliation that this will bring even though he’d rather throw up, and then he addresses Harrington.

“Why don’t you get up, sweetie? Give us a twirl?” He knows that they sound like questions, but everyone in this room knows that they’re not. Harrington rises, smooth motion, smooth skin revealed, and he does indeed do a slow turn. The skirt lies disappointingly flat. Eddie tuts reprovingly.

“There’s no need to be so shy, go on, try a little more speed, go and make that skirt fly.” Harrington draws in a breath, straightens his shoulders and for a second Eddie thinks he’ll say no, that Eddie has already fucked up, that he’ll have to escalate it to prevent Hargrove from doing so. A second later Harrington twirls on the balls of his feet, perfect balance, perfect speed to lift that skirt up and up and up and Eddie’s brain shorts out, because beneath the green and white pleated folds there’s lace. Simple white lace hugging Harrington’s ass, the very top of his legs, even his dick, soft as it is, looks inviting beneath the flimsy, delicate fabric. Hargrove punches out a laugh but luckily refrains from an actual comment. The laugh does help Eddie to focus back on the moment. To remember that he’s the one setting the pace and moving this along.

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[rreskk]

What about a little match up for me too?👀 Thanks in advance.

I'm in my late 20s, though mentally somewhere between a starry-eyed 12-year-old girl and a tired 40-year-old man. Average height, average build, medium hair. Bisexual female creature who wears mostly male clothes and calls herself a faggot when puts on something feminine or does make-up lol.

Besides games and music and being excited or sad for no reason, I'm also into collecting weapons, so the best gift for me is a knife (in my back) or a gun (at my head). And it barely can be considered as a hobby but you could fill the bath with all the strong booze I keep in my mini-bar. What ain't actually wise, since, y'know, I love my booze and I have weapons.

My personality is unstable, I can wear any face people want me to wear or rather any comfortable one for me to wear around them. I may be a good listener, but I'm not a good friend. I'm usually indifferent to others' feelings (though I can well pretend it ain't true lol) but don't mind discussing their problems as if that was a riddle to solve and as a way to understand another side of incompressible human nature. Can also say I ain't judgmental, so you can entrust me with your darkest secrets and I'd probably entrust you with mine. For some reason people usually value me more than I value them, so the right trick to manipulate me is to make me feel indebted, haha. But when I find someone I can fully relate to, I treat them almost as myself - and that's the best I could offer to another person.

You’re most compatible with… TREVOR PHILIPS

The first thing that really caught my attention was your collection of knives and weapons. From that moment onwards, you’d be quite a pair with Trevor. He likes a woman who knows her way around a gun, knife, etc. He finds it refreshing and fascinating. If you’d show him your collection, he wouldn’t know whether to worship the ground you work on, or test out the blades with you.

Another strong factor would be your love for booze. Straight of the bat, you’d have a great time with Mr Philips himself. Down the bar, shooting-rage, stabbing a random dummy outside his trailer. This would be such good news to him indeed!

However, because you are similar to him, there would be friction in the “indifferent to feelings” part. Although he’d hate to admit it, Mr Philips experiences the same issue. This would maybe create a tight strain but hey, he’s loyal enough to keep you around, so don’t worry about the constant mood changes.

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[missingartist]

Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes

The fragrance of rosemary lingered in the air, its woody aroma blended with the petrol fumes and the greasy odour of the takeaways that lined the streets. That herbal smell soothed the raging thoughts that cluttered against his skull, but that scent was like blood in the water for the shark circling. And he had been circling for some like.

He had circled for months. Watching his pretty prey, patiently protecting from the shadows.

Dark eyes followed the plush frame bundled under layers of jumpers and a hideously bright hat capped over wild and messy threads of hair. Only a pale sliver of bronze skin peaked out, goosebumps rising against the bitter cold. She needed a good winter coat now that the winter was looming, but his poor little cariño seemed to favour feeding the pigeons in the park and then saving for a warm coat. Her clothes were kind of funny, a mix of charity shop best buys and hand me downs thrown on in a weak defence against the London weather to compensate for the lack of funds to buy a coat.

That would change. Soon.

A strong puff of rosemary filled his nostrils as she turned into the supermarket. Swirls of white vapour danced overhead where mindless droves of people huddled across the pavements trying to reach home.

‘You are getting distracted from the task at hand.’

Khonsu’s words died in the air. Settling against the brickwork Jake watched as his woman trudge up and down the aisles, a deep grimace sat against his face. She scanned the reduced section and selected only the cheapest items.

‘She is rather pretty in a human sort of way….plump. Reminds me of the temple priestess.’ Khonsu boomed in his usual way of announcing his presence.

She was. Short and plush, fleshy and soft. Voluptuous. All curves and round edges were hidden away under unflattering garments. Warmth spread across his fingertips shot up in his arm and towards his heart. It ached against the emptiness, burning as he remembered the touch of her, the feeling of her warm skin as they collided. The feel of his hand over her, those brief moments before she snatched her hand back, blushing the most attractive shade of pink, hiding behind her mop of hair as she scurried away. From that moment she had put a spell on him, and he was besotted, devoted, obsessed. It was fanatical and fervent. He needed to feel her soon, to strip her bare and pull her apart till she is so cock drunk that all she could do was to scream his name.

‘If the worms find out about this they will not like it.’ The sense of concern in the god’s voice was fake but Jake did not care.

Khonsu stood examining his avatar for a moment. He was a loyal servant who enjoyed his work, revelling in the death and blood, a fist of vengeance. Yet there was a danger in him, he was not reckless or stupid but unpredictable. A short leash in which to keep him was slowly straining. His gaze turned to the girl. Blissful unaware as she shopped. Such mundane things humans. Weak and delicate and their emotions made them all the more pliable.

‘They will not find out.’

‘We will see, in my experience, women do not like to be hidden. If you must take a woman, do it quickly and do not make the worms aware of your presence.’ Khonsu stood disappearing into the street.

Jake’s plan meant that his presence would not be a problem, there would be no need to hide. He could serve Khonsu during the night and spend his days between the legs of his Rosemary, worshipping her.

A sweet fog of rosemary invaded his senses pulling his plotting.

‘Mi amada’ he inhaled, before resuming the hunt.

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[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 50: Just Kids)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

I knew my arrival would be met with anger but I hadn’t expected a rage this strong. I could feel it the moment I entered the sitting room. It buzzed against my skin and made my hair stand on end as I waited for the outburst I knew would surely be coming.

“Sit,” Tony hissed and I scoffed.

“I’m not a dog, Tony.”

“Really? Because you’re acting like a bitch!”

In a flash I had him pressed against the wall, a dagger against his throat as Steve tried to pull me off of him.

“What the hell has gotten into you, kid?” Tony asked, not even seeming angry by my outburst. “What are you thinking?” His voice was softer now as he took my hand that was holding the dagger against his throat. He gently moved my hand and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

“What’s going on with you, Y/n? Talk to me.”

A small sob escaped my lips as my head fell against his chest and I felt his arms wrap around my body. “Talk to me, Y/n… I’ve never seen you like this.”

“They’re just kids,” I whispered as the memories from my time in Hydra washed over me.

Tony sighed, though it wasn’t a frustrated sigh, rather he simply seemed confused. “What’s going on, kid?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Tony,” I hissed, my voice filled with a venom I hadn’t even realized was there until the words left my lips and once they had I could no longer stop. “I haven’t been a kid for a long time, Stark, and I want to make sure that never happens to those two kids that you’ve got locked away upstairs. They deserve their childhood.”

“There it is.”

I wasn’t sure what Steve meant but a silence filled the room after he spoke as no one seemed to know quite what to say.

“You deserved yours,” a familiar voice says and I turn to face him. Loki.

“Lo… I-.”

“It’s alright, my love.” He walks over to me, nodding to Tony, before taking my hands. “You don’t want Tony to take away theirs… as yours was taken.”

“I don’t know what you mean, love,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I was almost 1,000 years old when they took me.”

“You were 964 years, 4 months, and 26 days old.”

I looked up at him curiously as he continued.

“By Asgardian standards… that’s young, Y/n.”

“Why are we talking about me?” I hissed. “This has nothing to do with me!”

“Darling…”

“No!” I was preparing to leave the room but I bumped into Bucky on the way out. 

“Doll? What’s going on?” His eyes searched the room, as if he was looking for some threat that wasn’t there.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I replied gruffly and left the room. Why is it that when I finally thought my life might slow down and things could be okay… my past is brought up once again and the old wounds are once again ripped open. I thought I’d healed from my past but clearly I was wrong. Some wounds take longer to heal.

“Just let her go,” I heard Bucky say to someone as I left. I breathed a sigh of relief as I headed upstairs to my room and collapsed onto the bed.

I wanted to scream but no sound left my lips as my skin began to buzz with warmth. I tried to focus on my breathing as I heard a knock on my door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, darling.”

“It’s unlocked,” I called back and he opened the door. His eyes fell on my arms as a cold wind whipped through the room. He rushed over to me, taking my hands in his.

“Sweetheart, I thought we had this under control.”

“We did… and then Hydra took me… and I thought you betrayed me and… and it started again.” I knew I was rambling but he didn’t seem to mind. He simply listened. 

When I finished rambling he took my hands, gently shushing me.

“This is my fault. I should’ve seen the signs. You’re going to be fine, love. Everything will be fine.” He lifted the covers and crawled into the bed next to me. “Lay with me, love.”

I smiled, laying next to him as he curled his arms around me as the wind slowed and the room settled. We fell asleep as he held me.

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