#-feels different. this one didn’t have anyone to make sure they’re ok. and you get what your dad was doing this whole time-

[thehappiestgolucky]

hit hardcore over the head with Vigilante Tiso brainrot again. not a single person is surprised

more specifically thinking about Xero and Tiso because god dammit those two make me so emotional

#happy screms #imagining the situation from both povs is just so…sad #one one hand: a father falling prey to an infection whilst still trying to protect- #-citizens and his family. his awareness fading as he fully succumbs to it. but knowing deep deep down he failed- #-lost in a mind no longer his own. aware in his last moments before the world becomes just light. that he attacked his family- #-waking up years later. the world has gone cold. the place is empty. you’re locked up- #-you’re weak. you can’t move or really think straight. you later realise your own children had to take up- #-protecting. they had to take up *your* role. awful feeling. you’re scared of lose yourself again. to hurt them again #THEN on the other hand: your world is falling apart #your friends are gone. your family is nearly gone. and you promised yourself you’d protect the place- #-you don’t even believe in some way that it’ll be ok. but youre stubborn. you won’t let your fathers sacrifices be in vain. you fight- #-because that’s all you know. then you find another kid. one abandoned. you had promised hornets mother you’d protect her. but this one- #-feels different. this one didn’t have anyone to make sure they’re ok. and you get what your dad was doing this whole time- #-knowing things weren’t ok. but still trying. even if it meant he wouldn’t be ok. and you do it too. #*sobbing in my hands the parallels of xero and tiso and then tiso and ghost. i didn’t even realise the dynamics until now* #don’t perceive me. or do. i’m being sad about bugs again. i need to doodle them

[forzalando]

hi marissa! first, i hope you have a wonderful time with your family!!

second, could i request “i might have had a few shots” with max, where reader drunk calls him after a breakup? thank youu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i feel like i took some creative liberties with this one! i wasn't sure if you meant reader and max breakup or reader calls max after breaking up with someone else - so i went with the latter and couldn't resist making them idiots in love😭. after writing the danny ric angst, i needed to heal my own heart lol i truly hope you love it, liyah! thank you for always being so kind, it was a pleasure to write for you! wc: 1.8k warnings: cursing (most likely), a little bit of angst, mentions of drinking/reader being drunk

Getting ahold of Max Verstappen was nearly impossible – his use of the custom “Do Not Disturb” function was impressive. He had custom settings for everything: a work setting, a setting for when he was streaming, a race day setting, but his most prized was his sleep setting.

Once local time hit 10pm, Max Verstappen was unreachable to everyone. Well, almost everyone. His family, Christian, and you were the only exceptions, which aggravated Daniel to no end. “I’m your best friend, too!”, he’d claimed. But it wasn’t the same.

Max wasn’t secretly in love with Daniel. He’d take your calls anytime, day or night.

It was nearing midnight – Jimmy and Sassy were sound asleep at the foot of his bed and he’d been watching some legal drama you recommended. He hated it, but for you he’d watch it forever and take notes just to have another thing to talk to you about.

At this point, the show had practically put him to sleep, but the loud chime of his phone and your contact picture lighting up the screen jolted him awake.

“Maxie?” You yelled into the speaker. “Maxieee, are you there?”

“I’m here, liefje,” he chuckled. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Th’girls made me go out,” you whined. “Said I needed to dance and drink the night away.”

“And did you?” Max teased - by the sound of your voice, it was obvious you had taken their advice.

You giggled and the sound made Max’s heart clench in his chest. “I might’ve had a few shots, but don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret. Can you keep a secret, Max?”

His heart clenched now for a different reason – he was the best at keeping secrets. He’d been in love with you for over a year and the only living souls who knew were his cats. And probably Danny, though he'd had the sense to never bring it up.

“For you, I would do anything,” Max declared. In your drunken state, you failed to recognize the full extent of the meaning behind his words.

“Perfect!” You hiccupped, stumbling slightly before your friend caught your arm.

It was silent for a moment – Max waited for you to say something else but only heard your breathing through the speaker. “Is everything ok? Why did you call?”

“Well, no. Wanna go home but everyone else wants to stay out. Can you come get me, Maxie? It’s cold outside.”

“Are you alone?” He asked frantically, jumping out of bed and throwing a sweatshirt on in record time. He shoved his feet into his shoes so quickly that his ankle rolled – his trainer would be pissed when it came time for tomorrow’s workout.

“No, Nat and Peter are outside with me. They’re good friends. But not as good as you!”

Max breathed a sigh of relief – grateful that your closest friend and her boyfriend were watching over you. Unfortunately, the relief didn’t keep his stomach from twisting at “good friend”.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, ok?”

You shouted thank you gleefully and hung up – he could picture you jumping up and down in excitement, you’d probably fall over unless Nat and Peter were close enough to catch you.

Minutes later, he pulled up alongside the club and he’d barely made it out of his car before you were jumping into his arms.

“I knew I could count on you, Maxie.”

He gently put you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and grabbing a jacket from his backseat to drape over you. Once you were comfortable, content, and ready to go, he turned to your friends to thank them for waiting with you.

“Thanks for staying with her until I could get here.”

“No problem at all,” Nat smiled. “We all thought she deserved a night out after the week she’s had, but I think she’d rather just be with you.”

Max blushed, unintentionally ignoring that your friend had just let slip you’d had a terrible week and he’d had no idea. He thanked them once again, and slipped into his car to find you half asleep and cuddling his jacket.

He thought you’d be out like a light in moments and turned the radio down, content to sit in silence until he got to his place. He’d rather die than wake you up to find your keys when you looked so peaceful.

“Can I tell you another secret, Maxie?” You murmured, startling him when you broke the still silence in his car.

“Sure, Y/N.”

“Alec dumped me. And I’m not even sad about it.”

Your latest boyfriend – you’d been dating for a couple of months. Max wondered why you had called him instead of Alec, but he didn’t want to ask since he didn’t particularly like talking about your boyfriends, even if they were nice. As far as he could tell, Alec was one of the nice ones.

“I’m sorry. Is that why your friends wanted you to go out?”

“They thought I’d be devastated,” you said bewildered. “And I haven’t even cried! You know me, Maxie, I’m a crier. I had to pretend to be upset when I told them.”

Max laughed at that, looking at you as you laughed along with him. His dimple and shining eyes caused your heart to skip a beat, and your smile slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, you had a horrified look on your face. You knew why you hadn’t cried – it was because you didn’t really care that much about Alec. Sure, he was sweet, kind, and attractive, but something was missing. When he broke up with you, he was so gracious, telling you that he thought the world of you but that it would never work because you were clearly in love with someone else. You’d protested – told him the only constant male presence in your life was Max, your best friend. He’d just smiled at you and said “I know”, leaving you perplexed when he left the coffee shop you had met up at. Until now, you had no idea what he meant.

You turned away from Max, shocked at the revelation of your feelings, staring out the window until he got to his apartment.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he explained when he saw your confused face. “Didn’t want to rifle through your bag for your keys or wake you up. The spare bedroom has fresh sheets anyway.”

You nodded, practically catapulting yourself out of the car and into his building. The speed at which you trekked up to his place was impressive, especially in the shoes you’d chosen for the evening, and Max began to sweat. Had he done something wrong? Were you pissed he didn’t take you home?

When he unlocked his door, you ran straight to the guest bathroom and shut yourself in. Max was disoriented – you didn’t seem that drunk, and truthfully you were only ever quiet when you were asleep.

While you were in the bathroom, Max put a change of clothes and spare toiletries on your bed, slipping out when he heard the sink stop running.

You smiled when you saw the pile Max had left on your bed, suddenly feeling very ashamed for abruptly ignoring him. The TV was on in the living room and after changing, taking off your makeup, and brushing your teeth, you felt slightly more sober and a lot more guilty.

“Max?” you whispered, slinking into the living room to sit beside him on the couch. “Can I tell you one more secret?”

“Of course, you can always tell me anything.”

“Alec broke up with me because he thinks I’m in love with someone else.”

“Well, that’s crazy,” Max scoffs. “He must not want to tell you the real reason or didn’t have one so he made that up. I mean, what guys do you know that he’s even met? Peter? Another one of your friends’  boyfriends? You don’t even have that many close guy friends except me and - ”

Max cuts himself off, slowly turning to face you. He doesn’t think he’s breathing, blood rushing in his ears and a tightness starts to spread throughout his chest.

You have a sad smile on your face and your eyes are downcast, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie Max had given you.

“I don’t think I even realized until tonight,” you whispered. “Looking at you in the car, watching you laugh, how you were the only person I wanted to call and you dropped everything to come get me. It just kind of hit me – who Alec meant, why none of my relationships have ever worked out.”

Max scoots away from you, and suddenly it’s painful to breathe. There’s an ache in your chest that almost burns –  like someone’s waving a lighter back and forth over your heart, each time leaving the flame against you a little longer.

“You’re drunk, Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying. Please, please don’t do this.”

When you look at his face, see the panic that’s masking heartache, you realize that he’s not moving away from you because he doesn’t feel the same.

He’s moving away because he does, and for how long, you don’t know – but the flame licks higher and higher until the burning reaches your throat when you understand that he thinks you’re too far gone to understand your own feelings.

“Max, I’m not – ”

He cuts you off, reaching out to cup your face with his hand. “In the morning. If you wake up, and you still want to have this conversation, I will listen.”

You nod and stand up from the couch, leaving him sitting under the glow of the television. The apartment feels colder as you walk towards the guest room, and when you stop to look back at him, his head is in his hands and it terrifies you. Max was the one person in this world that you could never lose – it would shatter you.

Sleep never came to you – tossing and turning in the plush pillows that you picked out because Max wanted you as comfortable as possible in his space. When the sun came up, you crept out of bed and didn’t stop until you were in front of Max’s door. You knocked twice, rocking back on forth on the balls of your feet.

The door opened within seconds – Max’s tired eyes showed that he got about as much sleep as you did.

“It’s morning,” you whispered.

“It is.”

“It’s morning and I still love you.”

He smiled at you, so big and so bright, it rivaled the Mediterranean summer sun. You wanted this moment captured forever – painted perfectly in a portrait done by the most highly esteemed artist in the world.

You threw your arms around his neck, sacrificing seeing the beauty of him to feel him in your arms. His soft breaths tickled your skin, and your giggles made him squeeze you even tighter.

“You don’t know how many mornings I’ve spent waiting to hear you say that.”

“You’ll never have to live through another one again, Max.”

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen #f1 x reader #f1 blurb #forzalando blurb #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

[werecreature-addicted]

Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them. 

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy. 

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often. 

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid. 

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you. 

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t  

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit. 

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side. 

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human. 

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping. 

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant. 

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand. 

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise. 

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods. 

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

#monster fucker #teratophillia #monster imagine #robot x reader #robot x human #robot smut #yandere #yandere x reader #fem reader #tw dubcon

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Secretly Shot

Pairings: Wandanat x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 2K

TW: Injury, getting shot, hiding injuries, angst (with happy ending), arguments (with wanda and nat and you), mean avengers (cuz they’re annoyed), hate, fainting (kinda), blame,

Summary: you and the team are at odds, what happens when you go on a misson without them and get hurt?

A/n Kinda more angst than I normally do but it was fun to write. Hope you like it :)

It wasn’t uncommon for little squabbles between the three of you but this time it was different. wanda, Natasha and you had been arguing at the top of your lungs. and no matter how much you loved them and you knew they loved you you worried they would leave you for being difficult and needy. you know they were stressed but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“y/n I’m so sick of you always mess things up. you never do anything right. always causing problems.” nat yelled and wanda piled on the sentiment.

“y/n if you cant just stay out of trouble for once i-i. argh. just stop making issues we always have to clean up after.” wanda said angrily. you knew they were just stressed but it still hurt. the last mission had ended when you made a mistake and weeks of prep had been for nothing. the team was angry with you but none had yelled at you. but you knew wanda and nat had spent many sleepless nights on recon missions for this and you had blown it.

after the two of them stormed out you angrily packed a bag and retreated back to your old room. angrily wiping away tears jarvis summoned you to the conference room.

after a tense ride in the lift with clint who wouldn’t look at you, you slunk into the conference room. fury had a mission for you. you tried not to cry. all you wanted was for your girls to hold you but you knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. what you didn’t know was that they already felt horrible and were trying to find you.

“when do i leave?” you asked fury who gave you a sympathetic look he knew the team was blaming you.

“right away. but i get it if you want to say goodby-“

“No. I’m ready.” you said.

“ok jet leaves in five.” he said dismissing you. you slunk back to your room took your suit and made your way to the jet not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. if they wanted to know where you were they could ask jarvis. about three hours later the jet touched down in Moscow.

wanda and nat were beside themselves with worry. Jarvis had told them you had left on a mission and they were wreaked. you never left without saying goodbye to them. they knew how dangerous your line of work was so they always made sure to have proper goodbyes. but what worried them most was you going on a mission when the last time they saw you you had looked like a kicked puppy. they wished they could take it all back but no matter how forgiving you may be this was something they knew would take time.

the mission had been going well. you had almost made it the whole way uneducated. it was a solo mission, no backup so you had to be stealthy. but as you slipped through the long hallways of hydra you rounded a corner to find a large group of guards. one spotted you and you dove to hide behind the corner again but one managed to shoot you. the bullet hit your shoulder and you let out a strangled cry. grateful it hasn’t hit you in the leg you took off. making it back to the jet you quickly took off. the mission had been successful but you worried how the team would react to you messing up another mission. you couldn’t loose this job. you wanted to be an avenger. you always had. if you lost this job you lost everything.

after setting the jet on autopilot, you began to strip off the top half of your suit until you sat there with it down by your waist and in a sports bra. carefully you did you best to clean and bandage the wound and you silently thanked bruce for the mini first aid course he had given you when you joined. it was hard because you couldn’t see it properly but you hoped it was clean. the bullet had gone through and from what you could tell as you stitched it up it hadn’t hit anything important.

After you finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder you went back to the cockpit after cleaning up all traces of your injury and had put away the first aid kit just as it had been before.

after dozing lightly in the cockpit jarvis alerted you that you were getting close to the compound. you switched off autopilot and landed the jet lightly.

wanda and nat heard jarvis alert them you had arrived back and they caught you in the hall by the med bay on their way to find you.

“y/n? are you hurt? did you see bruce?” nat said narrowing her eyes. truth be told you hadn’t, the team couldn’t know you messed up again. you could deal with it yourself. their eyes landed on your bloodied suit. you had stolen some supplies from the med bay and they were hidden in your bag.

“this bloods not mine.” you lied with anger still in your voice. “now i need to get back to write my mission report so if you don’t mind, get out of my way.” you growled still mad they had made you feel so awful earlier. wanda flinched slightly at your tone and nat’s glare returned. you pushed past them, hiding a wince as you jostled your shoulder slightly. the two girls let you go and you almost cried at how easily they had, you almost wanted them to fight you on it. but at least they would honour your wishes.

you set the bag down the the bed and opened your laptop to start the report. typing hurt your shoulder so you began to write it with your right hand only. it took almost double as long and so halfway you decided to take a shower. as you stood the world tilted and you balanced yourself against the wall. hobbling slowly to the shower you stripped and showered trying to keep the wound dry. after you threw away the blood-soaked bandages and rewrapped it carefully. it was better this time as you had a mirror but unfortunately you could see how poor the stitches were and how red and angry the wound looked. you winced as you finished dressing it. you knew you needed to see bruce, to get it treated properly but you couldn’t see anymore disappointment on the faces of your team without crying. you changed into comfy loose clothes and Wanda’s hoodie before curling up in bed again with your laptop to finish the report. you knew you had to write about the injury so you gave the basic details. although as you finished up your eyes drooped. they were heavy and you struggled to stay away. in the low light you drifted off seeing it as nothing but being tired.

it was a mere few minutes later that a knock came on the door. At the lack of response wanda hesitated before opening the door. her and nat peered in to the dimly lit room. they saw a lump in the bed and slowly came in not turning on the light. wanda carefully took the laptop from your knees and nat nudged your shoulder to wake you up. when you didn’t stir she removed her hand. it felt wet and sticky and as she looked at it her heart stuttered. it was covered in blood. looking back at your shoulder she saw a dark patch covering your left side as blood seeped out of the wound.

“wanda bring the laptop and come with me.” nat said scooping you up. wanda looked up at the urgency in her girlfriends voice and immediately gasped as she saw your bloody shoulder.

“dammit y/n/n.” she said stifling tears. the two of them rushed to the med bay with you in Nat’s arms.

when they arrived wanda began skimming your report to give the information to bruce to treat you better. her breath caught in her throat as she released you and been shot. she couldn’t help the tears that fell when she realised you felt you couldn’t tell them.

“whats going on?” bruce said.

“y/n/n was shot on her mission.” wanda said and bruce and Natasha took off your clothes leaving you in the fluffy pants and a sports bra. bruce winced at the sight of the bloodied bandages knowing he didn’t do them. carefully he cut them off and gasped at the sight of the poorly done stitches. no wonder you had passed out, the stitches had barely stopped the bleeding and you were loosing too much blood. carefully and with wanda and nat watching on he cut the stitches, checked the wound and redid them in much neater rows. after about seven stitches he tied off the last one and rewrapped the wound. he fiddled with an iv as he began to give you some more blood to replace what you had lost. wanda and nat watched with bated breath. they felt awful. this was all their fault.

they sat in silence by your bedside as bruce went back to his office to give them some privacy. after a few minutes they heard you groan and they both sat up straighter almost in unison.

“y/n/n?” wanda said stroking the hair from your face. nat held you hand as you groaned again.

“aww bubs your ok.” nat said

“your in the sick bay baby you passed out.” wanda cooed.

“why didn’t you tell us you were hurt.” nat said frowning slightly.

“didn’t want you to be disappointed again.” you mumbled still on a-lot of pain meds.

wanda’s heart broke audibly as nat somehow felt worse.

“no detka you could never disappoint us. never ever.” wanda said.

“but i messed up.” you mumbled eyes glossy with tears.

“baby we will love you no matter what.” nat said using her thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. wanda was quick to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks as your chest shook.

“honey we are so sorry and you hope you can forgive us. you didn’t need that stress right now we just need to focus on getting you better sweets.” wanda cooed.

“i already have.” you muttered and nat gave a sad smile. they knew you had a kind heart, you had forgiven them almost straight away but that didn’t make the two girls feel less guilty about their actions.

“sleep now bubs, we’re not going anywhere.” nat said and you shuffled over with a wince indicating you wanted cuddled with sleepy grabby hands.

wanda chuckled “I’m not sure we’ll all fit baby.” and at your pout wanda knew she couldn’t say no. careful of your IV she picked you up and laid you on-top of her as nat came and laid beside wanda as she threw an arm over your lower back. wanda’s hands came to your hair to give you a scalp massage as you rested you head into the side of her neck. you hummed softly and drifted off the sleep knowing you were safe in the arms of your girls.

MASTERLIST

#angst with a happy ending #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #sicfic #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat x reader #wandanat comfort #sick reader #hurt reader #injured reader #arguments #wandanat x r #mean avengers #comfort fic #hurt/comfort #hurt / no comfort #comfort #injury #getting shot #r faints from bloodloss #hiding injuries #reader needs a hug #missons #avengers compound #bruce banner #breif clint barton

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part twenty-seven] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, menstruation, smut (mdni)

word count: 5.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

additional smut warnings: period sex, shower sex, protected sex, oral (m receiving)

Jisung was still asleep when you snuck back into your room. You weren’t sure if he had woken up at any point while you were gone, but if he had he hadn’t tried to figure out where you’d disappeared to. You hadn’t gotten any notifications while you were out. 

You thought you’d feel guiltier after sleeping with Minho, but you didn’t feel much of anything. Maybe it was the post-nut haze you were still in… or maybe your body simply wasn’t capable of feeling any more guilt than it already had. You had already resigned yourself to a situation in which there was no winner. Maybe that had overridden everything else.

You were still sore when you woke up a few hours later. That was to be expected, but you still groaned in complaint upon rolling out of bed. 

“What’s wrong?” Jisung mumbled from beside you.

“My… back hurts,” you lied, hoping he was too out of it to catch it. You did have back problems, but they weren’t bothering you at the moment- at least not in the way you were letting Jisung think they were. 

“Need some ibuprofen?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and retainer case from your suitcase before he could say anything else. For the first time, it seemed like you were up earlier than everyone else. You didn’t hear anyone out in the kitchen and all of the bedroom doors were closed. You were able to brush your teeth in peace without feeling rushed. You took your time getting ready, washing your face and applying sunscreen- two things that you knew would make your friends back home proud if they could see you doing it. For the first time ever, it felt like you were actually having a pleasant morning. Until you noticed a drop of blood on the floor. Confused, you looked around to see where the source could be. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that it wasn’t a nosebleed. Your mouth and ears were fine too. Then it dawned on you. You looked down at your shorts to see that you’d started your period and bled right through them. 

“Fuck me,” you hissed to yourself, jumping when your best friend chimed in behind you. You didn’t even know you’d left the door open. 

“Don’t I do that enough already?”

You whipped your head around to glare at him. His smile dropped when he realized what was happening. 

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he said and disappeared.

You stood there helplessly until he came back, thanking him quietly when he handed you a pair of his own sweatpants. 

“Was there any on the sheets?” you asked, already mortified. 

“No, they’re fine. Don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you.”

“Of course.” He lingered in the bathroom for another moment. “Do you… have what you need?”

“Yeah, I have some leftover pads from last time. Can you grab me one, actually? They’re in the front pocket of my suitcase.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

As you watched him leave, familiar tendrils of guilt began to curl in your stomach. It really had been post-nut haze that clouded you. You were a fool for thinking it was anything different. 

Jisung reappeared with a pad in hand and traded you for your dirty clothes. 

“I’ll call the lobby and ask for a laundry bag,” he said. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you groaned. 

He walked away before you could say anything else. “I’m already doing it!”

-

“No wonder your back is hurting,” Jisung said sympathetically, rubbing his hand across your shoulders soothingly as you sat in the living room together. “I can rub it later, if you want.”

You nodded absentmindedly, too deep in self-pity to be appreciative. Your best friend was too good for you. But then, you had always known that. You were a bad influence on him from the start. He had never so much as touched a joint before he met you, let alone stolen anything. Friends were supposed to make each other better people, they were supposed to mutually benefit from the relationship, and yet most of the time it felt like it was completely one-sided. Jisung did so much for you. And how do you repay him? By fucking his brother. 

“Are you going to be good to travel today?” he asked. “We’re supposed to be at the airport in a couple of hours, but we can stay back if you’d rather.”

He was referring to the short little excursion everyone was taking to Beijing. It would only be for a few days, kind of like what you did in Japan. China was just such a big country that it was impossible to experience it from only one city. You were supposed to be flying from Beijing to Minho’s choice, but you assumed Jisung was suggesting that you’d just meet the rest of his family there. 

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I was really looking forward to Beijing.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

He put his hand on your knee and squeezed it before standing up. “I’m going to go pick up the laundry from downstairs if you wanna finish packing our things.”

You nodded in agreement, lingering on the couch for a moment longer after he’d let himself out. 

You knew Jisung didn’t really care about organization so you threw his clothes into his suitcase without much consideration for where things should go. Nothing was folded or sorted. As long as the suitcase would zip, you figured that was enough. It was the same for your own bags. All of your clothes were consistently wrinkly because of the way you packed, but you couldn’t be bothered to change the habit. 

“Where’s Ji?” The voice belonged to Minho, who was leaning against the frame of your bedroom door. You hadn’t even heard him approach. 

“He went downstairs to get something,” you explained, too embarrassed to go into detail about the fact that you had bled through your pajamas. 

“Oh, okay.” He took a step past the threshold, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you feeling alright? Still sore?”

“I started my period,” you muttered. “Wasn’t supposed to get it for another few days.”

“Must’ve fucked you so hard it came early,” he said smugly, yelping when you threw Shang the shark at him. “It’s a real thing!” he cried in defense, “we read about it in biology!”

“You paid attention in biology?” 

Minho scoffed. “Ouch.”

“Oh please, tell me I’m wrong.” He didn’t. “That’s what I thought. Give me my shark back.” You yanked it from his grasp and shoved it into your suitcase

“You’re the one who threw it at me!”

“And you’re the one who was implying he railed me so hard you made me start my period!”

“I mean, that probably is what happened.” 

“Don’t give yourself so much credit,” you sighed. 

“What, you’ve had it harder?” he asked, suddenly not looking so pleased with himself. 

“That’s not what I meant. I was trying to say that it’s probably a combination of factors, but now that you mention it…”

“Damn, guess I have something to prove next time, then.”

“Next time? That’s a bold assumption.”

“My bad, I shouldn’t have taken making you cum twice as a good sign.”

You swatted at him, but he easily dodged you. “I mean if you really want to take credit for something that’s making me feel miserable, be my guest.”

He frowned. “I don’t. I’ll just keep the two orgasms on my roster. For now.”

In the distance, you heard the front door to the penthouse open and close and gave Minho a look. He took a step backward, putting space in between you just in time for Jisung to come in. Jisung handed you the bag of clean clothes and slung an arm around your waist as he turned his attention to his older brother. 

“Something up?” he asked, likely wondering why you were having a conversation with Minho. 

“No, I was just talking to her about the flight.”

“What about it?”

Minho glanced towards you, silently asking you to take the lead. 

“He wanted to know what seat you had, but I told him I didn’t know,” you lied. 

Funny how easy it was for you to lie these days, especially to your best friend who had always been able to see right through you. Jisung looked to Minho as if to confirm your claim and he nodded. 

“Yeah, I think I’m in the middle of you guys, and I was wondering if you wanted to switch.”

“Sure, I’ll switch with you,” Jisung agreed. 

“By the way, thanks for grabbing this, babe,” you said, changing the subject and kissing him on the cheek. You saw Minho stiffen out of the corner of your eye.

“No problem. Are we all packed?”

“Yep. We should probably check the bathroom to make sure we got all our stuff, but I grabbed everything from the bedroom.”

“I’ll go do that.”

You watched him leave and then glared at his brother. “Get it together.”

-

As it turned out, Minho did have the seat in between you and Jisung. He traded with Jisung, leaving his younger brother in the middle and himself in the aisle seat. You sat leaned up against the window, trying to nap. The flight from Shanghai to Beijing was only around two hours long, but seeing as you only got a few hours of sleep the night before you were taking any opportunity that you could to get a little more.

You were able to drift off a couple of times, but never for long. Your cramps were starting to bother you and the discomfort made it difficult to relax. Jisung and Minho both noticed your restlessness, though Jisung was the only one to say anything about it. 

“Do you want some painkillers now?” he asked. 

“Yes please,” you mumbled. 

He let you have a sip from his water bottle as you swallowed the pills. You smiled gratefully and slumped back in your seat, sighing in relief when he put his warm hand against your back. One of the many perks of having a best friend who ran hot was that he acted like a personal heating pad whenever you needed him to be. That was just one of the many reasons you held hands so often. He was like Jacob Black without the wolf part… or the weird obsession with your unborn child. 

“A little better?”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He kept his hand there until the plane landed. 

Baggage claim was easy this time around. It helped that you didn’t have to go through customs. It felt like you were in a cab before you could blink, watching the airport disappear into the background through the window. 

Apparently, the Hans were tired of  “family time” because you all had your own separate rooms again. It was nice to have a bit of space to yourself, but you wondered how it was going to work with Minho… if it would work at all. He was sharing a room with Felix again, and it was right next door, meaning you wouldn’t be able to sneak off in the middle of the night. You were on your period anyway, so maybe it was for the best. 

You dropped your things off in the rooms and changed into your matching t-shirts before taking another cab to the bus station where you’d spend an hour driving to the Great Wall. It was a hassle to get there, but it had been the thing you were most looking forward to on the trip so you were hyped. 

Not even being sore or bleeding through your clothes or barely getting any sleep or being forced to wear matching shirts could dim your excitement. You were determined to enjoy it. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay doing all this walking?” Jisung asked as he trailed behind you up the steps to the main walkway. 

 “I’ll be fine,” you assured him. 

You were in fact, not fine. And Felix pointed that out not even ten minutes into the trek. You had started to hunch over as you walked in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from your abdomen. You had already been limping a little from the damage Minho had done, and you were positive the cramps were only making you look worse. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” 

“Perfect, why do you ask,” you answered sarcastically. 

“She’s not feeling the best,” Jisung supplied for you.

“I can see that. Should she go back to the hotel?”

Your best friend shook his head. “No, she was really looking forward to this.”

“I’m having a great time!” you tried, even though it was evident that neither of the twins were buying it. 

“Ok.”

When the sun began to set, Nikki insisted that everyone take a photo together so that she could update her book club friends about how the trip was going. She also mentioned wanting to send it to the boys’ grandparents. You assumed it’d be a family picture and offered to be the photographer, but she flagged down another random tourist to take it so that you could be in it with them.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she’d said, beckoning you over to the rest of the family. “You’ve been on this trip with us the whole time, of course you’re going to be in the picture!”

You shuffled awkwardly over to the group and slotted yourself in between Jisung and Felix, leaning against Jisung’s shoulder slightly. You smiled as the nice woman snapped a couple of pictures, praying you didn’t look as terrible as you felt. 

Jisung hung back with you while everyone else pushed forward. You were still walking along the wall, just at a slower pace than the rest. Somehow you were able to catch up with them a little later. They had stopped to take in the views of the mountains. Felix was trying to set up a shot with his Canon and called Jisung over to help, leaving you standing back with Minho. 

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the morning. There seemed to still be an unspoken agreement between you to keep your distance from each other around the others, which was perfectly fine by you. You were paranoid that spending any amount of time with him would lead to suspicion. He was on the same page. Somewhat. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked when you bent down beside him. 

You could tell he was worried from the way he knit his brows together as he watched you try not to crumble on the ground. 

“Everything hurts,” you groaned, holding your stomach. 

Minho grinned. “You know what helps with cramps?” 

“Don’t say it-”

“Cumming.”

-

It had only been roughly twenty-four hours since you slept with Minho for the first time, but as he kissed down the expanse of your thigh you felt as though it had been an eternity. 

You hadn’t realized Minho had his own hotel room where you were staying in Beijing- you had been under the impression that he was sharing the room with Felix that was right next door to yours. Maybe he had secretly booked his own for this exact reason as he had in Shanghai. You didn’t really care either way, as long as there wasn’t a chance of either of the twins barging in on you. 

In fact, Jisung and Felix were out together while you were here in Minho’s bed. Felix had seen an advert for some late-night martial arts exhibition and wanted to go because he and Jisung had taken karate when they were little. He’d said something about wanting to see how good they could’ve been if they never quit. You were quite fond of Felix’s sense of nostalgia. He reminded you of yourself a bit in that way. 

Jisung had protested at first, arguing that he needed to take care of you since you weren’t feeling well, but you insisted he go. You were just planning on taking some Midol and knocking out anyway, there wasn’t anything he needed to do. It took a lot of convincing on both your and Felix’s end, but eventually, he caved. You could tell he secretly wanted to go anyway, and you didn’t want him wasting a night of vacation stuck in a hotel room. 

You honestly hadn’t planned on going back to Minho’s room again. You’d brushed the silly little comment he’d made at the Great Wall off as just that, a silly little comment. You didn’t think he was being serious, but of course, Minho always had to prove you wrong. 

In the elevator, after you both bid his parents goodnight, you went to push the button for your own floor, only to be stopped by Minho grabbing your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Going to my room?”

“Why?”

“To… sleep. What do you mean, ‘why’?”

He paused, looking a little embarrassed. “I just thought you’d come back with me to my room.”

“You were serious earlier?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I have been?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just some offhand comment, not an invitation.”

“Well it’s an invitation now,” he said pointedly. “You said your cramps were bothering you and cumming is supposed to help with that.”

“When did you become an expert on female anatomy?”

“Do you know how hard it is not to make a joke in response to that statement?”

The elevator dinged on Minho’s floor and you sighed. 

“Let’s go.”

That led you to Minho’s bed, where you had your legs spread for him with him on his knees in front of you. His hand crept up to the hem of your shorts, fingers toying with the fabric before you stopped him. 

“Wait!” 

You pushed on his head to get his attention, making him pop up with a frown. “What is it?”

“You know I’m like, actually on my period, right? It’s not just cramps… I started bleeding and everything already.”

Minho scoffed. “I know.”

“So you… still want to? Don’t feel like you have to-”

“Y/n, what year do you think it is? You know I’m a grown-ass man, right?”

You fidgeted nervously. “No, I know. I just… don’t want you to be grossed out or anything.”

“Period sex isn’t gross,” he assured you. “Do you think it’s gross?”

“N-no, I’m just a little embarrassed, I guess. Like, I get that you’re being nice and trying to be a ‘modern man’, but what if it turns out you don’t like it but don’t want to tell me because you want to save my feelings-”

Minho grabbed your thighs, forcing you to stop rambling and actually look at him. “I’ve had period sex before. I can assure you that I like it. Have you?”

“Yes, well, no- I wasn’t the one on my period so not in that way…”

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he promised. “And if you’d rather not, then we don’t have to, obviously. I can just… rub your back or something to help with the cramps instead.”

The fact that he was so set on making you feel better made your chest ache. It wasn’t like he was trying to talk you into sex, just wanting to get his dick wet, he genuinely wanted to help. You couldn’t think about the implications of that for too long or else you’d spiral. You could tell he felt awkward suggesting something so domestic like rubbing your back, as if he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping by proposing it. 

“I want to,” you insisted. 

“Are you worried about it being messy? Is that what it is?” he asked. You nodded. “Why don’t we do it in the shower, then?”

“Okay,” you agreed and let him pull you up so that you were sitting. 

Then he kissed you, taking you by surprise. You were only frozen for a moment before you melted into the kiss too, letting him cradle your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered when he broke away. 

“You’re sure you want to?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I’m so horny.”

“I’d take that as a compliment, but I know it’s hormones.”

“You can still take it as a compliment. You’re a very good kisser.”

“Is that all I’m good at?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

“You’ll have to jog my memory.”

Minho helped you out of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your underwear. He wasn’t in any rush to get you naked, allowing you to set a pace that you were comfortable with. 

“Want to move this to the bathroom?” he asked. 

“Yeah, let me just- uh, give me like three minutes to rinse off.”

“Okay,” he said, hiding a smile.

In the bathroom, you hurriedly pulled off your panties and unclipped your bra, setting both on the counter by the sink as you waited for the water to heat up. Once you deemed it warm enough you stepped into the tub and let the water run over your body, gently rinsing yourself with the bar of soap sitting on the ledge.

Minho knocked before he entered. You could hear him undressing from behind the shower curtain and suddenly started to feel self-conscious. It wasn’t like Minho hadn’t seen you naked before, you had literally just slept with him the night before- so why were you so anxious now?

He pulled back the curtain the tiniest bit to peek at you, to see if you were ready for him. You took a tiny step back to give him room and he took that as a sign to join you in the shower. The tub wasn’t the biggest in the world so you were practically squished together as you stood under the showerhead. The forced proximity was flustering you, and the steamy water was doing nothing to help the heat in your cheeks. 

If Minho noticed, he didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to kiss you. He pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close, wrapping both arms around your waist.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, moving one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. You could only moan in response. With an arm still around you he trailed kisses down your body until he reached your tits, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and humming around it. 

You arched your back, pushing your chest into his face.

“S-sensitive,” you whined. 

Minho chuckled against you, stimulating you even more and you gasped, bringing your hand to the back of his head to hold him in place. 

“I know,” he managed to get out with your boob still in his mouth. 

“Please, don’t tease.”

At your request, Minho released his hold on your ass and began giving attention to your clit instead. He used his thumb to rub slow circles on it and you could feel him smile when you shivered. He switched his mouth to your other breast as he continued to play with your clit, picking up the pace ever so subtly. 

Your insides were buzzing with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. He let you rock into his hand, chasing the feeling. He thought you were grinding against his hand, but in reality, you were trying to get him to move his fingers lower and lower until they were inside of you. Eventually, he picked up on this and gave in, but not without teasing you a little more. 

He slid two fingers into your cunt at once, but only up to the first knuckle before he was pulling them back out. He repeated the motion a couple of times, turning your knees to jelly. Thankfully, he was able to hold you upright with his free hand to keep you from falling to the shower floor. 

You whimpered and pushed your hips forward to try and get him to go deeper, but he just tsked at you and shook his head. 

“You could use your words, you know.”

“You know what I want,” you grumbled. 

“Do I?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah? And what is that?” You groaned and Minho retracted his hand fully, holding it out of reach. “Want to hear you say it, baby.”

“Want your fingers…”

“Where do you want them?”

“Inside of me. Please, Min.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, dick twitching noticeably against your thigh. 

Your answer had satisfied him, but you couldn’t stop talking now that you had started. You rambled even after he’d pushed his middle and ring fingers inside of you to the hilt. 

“Want you to stretch me out so I can take your cock… please, please, need it.”

“Is your mouth always this filthy?” he asked, though you weren’t sure if he actually wanted an answer. 

“Can’t help it,” you rasped out, fucking yourself on his hand now. “It just happens…”

“Happens when you feel good?” he finished the thought for you and you nodded. “Must be doing something right, then.”

“You’re doing everything right,” you moaned. 

Feeling full was one thing, and it was good, but then Minho found your g-spot and you nearly blacked out from how amazing it felt. To make it even better for you, he spun you around so that your back was to him and hugged you close. In that position, he could easily rub your clit at the same time he was fingering you. The only drawback was that you couldn’t see his face. It was a small price to pay in exchange for a mindblowing orgasm, one that you were positive he’d give you if he kept up at this rate. You leaned back against him, letting him support most of your weight.

“Close?” he asked, kissing your neck. 

You nodded, creeping closer and closer to the edge until you remembered something very important and tapped Minho’s arm to stop him. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You took a second to catch your breath but nodded to assure him before you were able to explain. “I just remembered that when I’m on my period I can only cum once because it hurts too much to cum again.”

“Okay, so do you want me to edge you or something? Make it last longer?”

“No, no, it’s just that if I’m going to cum I want it to be on your cock.”

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much for you?”

“I’m sure,” you repeated and kissed him for good measure. 

“Fuck, okay. Let me, um… let me grab a condom. I didn’t bring one in the bathroom with me.”

You watched as Minho stumbled out of the shower and back into the bedroom, dripping all over the floor. He was back in record time and had already rolled the condom on.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Positive. How do you want me?”

“Here, just lean forward a little bit and put your hands on the wall. I’ll do the rest.”

You positioned yourself as he’d instructed and relaxed as much as you could to make the stretch less uncomfortable. He wrapped an arm around you from the back and hoisted one of your thighs up so that he could push himself inside of you. You both sighed in relief when he bottomed out, and you let your forehead rest against the cool tile wall. 

“If you feel like you’re gonna fall, just hold on to me, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeaked. 

You could barely speak because he was so big and you had yet to adjust, but he just laughed fondly and began to thrust shallowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body practically went slack in Minho’s hold.

The extra lubrication helped you adjust quicker than last time, and the discomfort ebbed into pleasure soon after he’d started moving. 

“So full,” you muttered.

“Just like you wanted, right?”

“Mhm.”

Being so sensitive from your period brought you back to the edge in no time at all, and you were struggling not to cum immediately and end it for both of you, even though every nerve in your body was telling you to give in to the white-hot pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach. 

“You gonna cum?” Minho asked when he felt you clenching around him. 

“No, not yet,” you choked out. 

“What do you mean not yet? If you need to cum, cum.”

“Fuck you,” was all you could manage as your orgasm washed over you. Somehow his words had been what made you lose it. 

Minho fucked you through it despite his confusion and only pulled out when you stopped trembling. 

“What was that? Why were you cursing me out while I was making you cum?” 

“I d-didn’t want to cum yet because you weren’t close. Didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He scoffed. “This wasn’t about me, it was about helping you feel better.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to make you feel good too.”

“You did make me feel good! Couldn’t you tell I was enjoying it?”

“But you didn’t finish.”

“Sex isn’t always about the orgasms,” Minho mused, “it’s about pleasure, sure, but that doesn’t mean we both have to cum every time. It puts a lot of unnecessary pressure on us, you know?”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

He held your face in his hands and lifted your head so that you were forced to look at him. “Hey, I felt good, okay? I liked it and I had fun. Are your cramps any better?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Feeling a lot better, actually.”

Minho beamed. “Good. That’s all I wanted to come out of this.”

“You’re still hard, though.”

He shrugged you off. “I’ll take care of it after we get you cleaned up.” 

“Let me,” you offered and kneeled in front of him. The tub wasn’t the most comfortable surface to kneel on, but you were determined to make Minho feel as good as he had made you feel. “Take the condom off.”

“Wha- you don’t have to-”

“I know, I want to.”

Minho looked like he wanted to protest more, but the pout you were giving him won over and he sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, as long as you’re sure.”

You nodded eagerly and licked your lips as he removed the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the toilet. You didn’t bother teasing him since he was already fully hard and being especially sweet. Instead, you immediately take him to the back of your throat, smiling internally when he curses and grabs your hair. 

“Shit!”

You hummed around his cock and took his balls in one of your hands, massaging them lightly, before you began to bob your head up and down. Each time your nose hit his pelvis he got a little louder, a little more desperate. You loved the effect you have on him and he could tell.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

You let his cock fall from your lips with a lopsided smile and ran your tongue along the underside of it, paying extra attention to the tip. You took him back in your mouth and laved your tongue over his slit, collecting the precum and using it to further lubricate the shaft of his cock. 

“God, you’re good at that,” Minho sighed, letting his head fall back. 

You replaced your mouth with your hands. Minho whimpered quietly at the loss, but you just grinned. 

“Want to fuck my mouth, baby?”

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut and his stomach muscles tensed at your words. You could barely open your mouth in time for him to cum all over your face, only some of it making it onto your tongue. You swallowed the little bit that did end up in your mouth. Minho gathered some of the remnants from your lips with his thumb and pushed the digit into your mouth, watching you suck it clean. The shower would take care of the rest.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Just the thought of that made me blow,” Minho apologized sheepishly.

“It’s okay. Another time.”

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “You’re too good to me.”

“I could say the same about you.”

He cleared his throat and changed the subject, dodging the emotional intimacy that he had initiated. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then to bed.”

He helped you wash your hair and was insistent on being the one to lather your body in soap, mentioning something about how you wouldn’t be able to do it as well since you were still in your post-nut haze. You decided not to point out that he was also in a post-nut haze because his hands felt too good on your boobs. 

You dried off and got redressed in relative silence, simply enjoying the company of each other which almost never happened. You knew it was late, but when you checked your phone you realized just how late it was. It was almost midnight and you had missed a text from Jisung. He’d only sent it a few minutes ago, but it still made your blood run cold.  

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A different counselor: Jason Voorhees x gn reader

Happy Friday the 13th!! I wrote a little one shot for Jason for the special occasion. I'm trying a different kind of perspective for part of this, and trying to kind of get into the psychology of killers like Jason.

Warnings: Violence, murder mentions, kidnapping, stalking kind of

Jason never liked camp counselors. They’re the reason he got lost as a child. They’re the reason his mother died, and they’re the reason Camp Crystal Lake hasn’t shut down yet. He has this inner rage against anyone and anything living he comes across. No matter who it is, he feels the need to kill them. There’s this inner rage inside of him that flares up when he sees someone and that flaring rage doesn’t die down until that person in front of him is dead.

He’s back to stalking the new camp counselors when he sees someone. Someone that makes his inner rage diminish in a way. He saw you. You in your camp counselor shirt and shorts. You with your hands clapping together while talking to the campers. When he saw you, that rage went away. He didn’t feel the need to kill you like everyone else. He didn’t even feel the need to hurt you. He just wanted to watch you. He wanted to keep you, in an odd way he felt the need to keep you to himself.

So Jason stood there, watching you. Then when you moved he followed you, still a safe distance away from you and everyone else. Unlike everyone else at his camp, you seem like you belong there. He watches as you sit with the campers and explain their next activity. 

“Alright campers. Today we have a very fun activity for you,” You say with a loud but friendly voice, “Today we’re going to be going on a hike in the woods. You have a sheet with different plants and animals to look out for. Remember don’t touch anything out in the woods that isn’t yourself. Counselor Aaron and counselor Jennifer are going to take you out right now and I’ll meet you out there.” You clap your hands together again and say something to another counselor you’re working with. Jason watches as you walk away from the campers and into your cabin, he has to follow you. 

You’re in your cabin, searching for your hiking boots in your small closet. You don’t notice Jason standing in your window, watching you. You huff a breath and keep searching through your clothes. 

“Come on, where are they darn it?” You say. Jason tilts his head to the side slightly and you finally find your hiking boots. You smile and turn around, looking out the window you see no one there. You sit on your bed and put on your hiking boots. When you leave your cabin you find a small trail of large footsteps leading into the woods. They look fresh and you don’t know anyone with feet that big at your camp. 

“Hello?” You ask, slowly following the trail of footsteps. “Jackson, is this some kind of joke? I swear if you’re going to scare me I’m not going to talk with you for the rest of the week.” You say, following the footsteps deeper into the woods. You can hear someone walking farther up ahead of you, but you’re unable to make out who they are. You’ve never been this far out before. The footsteps aren’t even on a trail anymore. You’re carefully making sure you’re not walking through stinging nettles or poison ivy. 

“Ok this isn’t funny, who's out here?” You call out, pushing back some waist high plants. “Even if you’re a counselor it isn’t safe to be this deep into the woods. You’re not going to get in trouble, I just need you to come out alright?” You call out again. You huff a breath and start to see something in the distance. A house? Or an abandoned cabin? 

You get closer and see it’s an abandoned house. You walk up to the door and the footsteps stop. You knock on the door and wait. 

“Come on, I know you’re in here. We need to get back to camp before we get in trouble for being so far from camp.” You wait and knock again. “Darn it come on! I can’t be getting in trouble for something as silly as this!” You wait for a couple more minutes before entering the house. It smells damp and like mildew, it’s dirty and abandoned on top. You’re walking around when you hear a creak behind you. 

“There you are. Come on we need to get back to-” You turn around and you’re greeted with the sight of Jason, “Camp…” Your frozen, trying to figure out what’s happening. You know this can’t be a joke at this point. You come back to your senses and start to back up until you’re running. You’re dodging past all the furniture and trying to find an exit when you’re pushed into a wall. Your hearing gets fuzzy and your vision gets blurry. 

You’re groaning in pain and trying to stand up when Jason pulls you up to your feet by your shirt. You’re trying to regain your strength but your head is still throbbing. 

“Please. Please don’t…Jason…” You say, moving your hands up to hold his wrists. Jason just watches you. That inner urge to be violent is barely there with you. He can’t deny he still feels the need to be aggressive but not exactly violent with you. Jason puts his hands on your hips and pulls you up and puts you over his shoulder. Your head is still swimming as he walks off and carries you down into some kind of basement. 

He sets you down on a bed and hooks some kind of metal collar on your neck and wrists. At some point you pass out. When you wake up you’re still in this weird, damp basement. You look around and find Jason watching you. Your voice gets caught in your throat and your breathing becomes shallow. You’re not sure if you should talk. Maybe you’re still alive because Jason thinks you’re not a threat. Maybe if you’re not threatening to him he’ll keep you alive. 

“Jason. You’re Jason right?” You ask quietly, trying to suppress your quivering voice. He doesn’t reply but you keep talking, “I’m not going to hurt you Jason. I hope you’re not going to hurt me.” Your voice is still quiet and you’re trying to calm yourself down with your talking. 

“I’m Y/N. That’s my name.” You say as Jason gets closer to you. You slowly back away from him but he grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. You stop breathing as he starts to pet your hair with his big, dirty hands. You try not to cringe thinking about how dirty you’re going to become but you stay silent. You’re unsure what to say while he pets your hair. “Um, that you Jason. For not hurting me.” You say quietly. Jason just stares at you through his mask. You’re able to see his eyes behind it. 

His eyes are…interesting to you. One is drooping and half shut and the other looks like a regular eye. You’re unable to look away as you feel like you can sense something in his look. Like he’s almost showing he’s trying to be gentle with you. You can only hope that he’ll keep being this gentle. 

#jason voorhes x reader #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙾𝚞𝚝-𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜

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𝚙𝚘𝚟: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Psa: I’m too lazy to proff read.

Also plus size and blk/poc friendly.

You and Luke have been dating for three years. During this time you have gone through ups and downs, but this has to be the worst it has been. Luke was burnt out with his first year in the NHL. From traveling to different time zones, figuring out paperwork, money, finances, as well as continuing the Hughes Legacy was a lot. Especially the time that he spent away from you started to affect your relationship .

Luke was not the happiest he has been.This was a completely new experience for him. Yes! He had the support of his brothers but still mental health can affect anyone. And it was definitely affecting the relationship that you had with Luke. Usually he was the sweetest person. He was always thinking about you and keeping you in mind ,but things started to slack recently. He barely made time for you anymore. Yes, he was busy and you try to be understanding, but the effort was not there.

The time that you did spend together was not as fulfilling as you thought it would be, you would do the same things every time he was in town. The same thing happened every time you saw him. You would pick him up from the airport ,have a good lunch or dinner at the same restaurant ,and stay in the house most of the time. Then he was on his way to back to New Jersey. And little by little you slowly started to see your boyfriend fall apart.

You were the one making the effort to make things special. You are the one planning dates. You were now the one going to end of there for him. It started to feel like you were the only one in the relationship. And it all was because Luke did not have the energy. It started to feel like he had more important things to do than have you as a girlfriend. You tried your best to be understanding, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt .

As he laid in bed and decided to swirl around your head, you got a call from Luke.

” Hey Baby” you answered tiredly.

“ Hey princess, How are you doing this morning?” he asked with a smile.”

“ I’m doing OK worried about us.” You replied sadly.

“ I know things have been hard between us and I want you to know that I greatly appreciate that everything you do for me. I’ve been really stressed , you know that. But I wanted to make sure that you know that I love you the same and I’m grateful for you” Luke said sweetly

“ I know Luke but things have been really hard. I miss you every day” you said getting upset

“ I know baby I know it’s been hard but I called you because I have a surprise for you” he said, comforting you

“ I want you to go out to the living room. I want you to check the counter then I want you to check your front door.” Luke said with the grin.

You got up from your bed with Luke on the phone. You Went out to the living room to only be met by nothing.

“ Is this some type of joke?” you ask Luke confused

“ oh no, sorry check the mail slot” he said with a giggle” he replied, with a giggle

“ what is up your sleeve Luke” You replied

You then, walked the halls of you and Luke shared home in Michigan. You went to the front door to be met by envelopes, stuffed in your mail slot. You dug through till you found the one that was addressed to you, from Luke.

“I found the one that’s from you” you said curiously

“OK! now I want you to not open it yet. I want you to open the door.” Luke said happily.

You continue to open the front door and you were met by three bouquets of your favorite flowers.

“ Luke are these for me?” you said into the phone shocked

“ no they’re for other love of my life” Luke said jokingly

“ of course they’re for you. I’m taking it that you like them.” Luke said, with a smile.

“ baby this is so sweet of you.” You said getting choked up

“ I know I have been slacking when it comes to us and that’s not fair to you so I wanted to make it up to you. But you have one more surprise for me. I want you to open up the envelope.” Luke said passionately.

You opened up the envelope to find a round-trip ticket for a month to stay in New Jersey.

“ Luke what is this? “ you asked a little confused

“ This is a round-trip ticket for you to stay with me and New Jersey for a month. Also don’t worry about work. I Already called your boss. And one of my buddies gonna watch the house. You are going to be staying with me for a month. I miss you too much and I care too much not be with you for long periods of time. so, you’re staying with me for a month” Luke said sweetly

“ baby I’m gonna cry. This is so sweet of you. This means so much.” you sit on the brink of tears.

“I only want the best for my princess. Now, I want you to start packing because you leave in two days.” Luke said, jokingly.

“ OK baby I’m gonna get it together right now. Thank you so much. I love you.” you said through the phone.

“ I love you baby I’ll talk to you later I got to get to practice” Luke explained

“ OK baby I’ll see you soon” you replied all giddy

“ See you soon baby cakes “ Luke finally said before hanging up the phone.

You then were on the next flight out to New Jersey to spend as much time as you could with a love of your life.

#hockey #nhl #luke hughes #new jersey #new jersey devils #new jersey devils imagine #luke hughes imagine #plus size hockey imagine #luke hughes blurb #umich hockey #umich boys #umich imagine #nhl imagines #black nhl imagines

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How Nahdakan is written weirdly predatory (Sorta Essay)

TW: Discussion of sexual predators and their behavior this might get rough.

(If I’m missing any content warnings please let me know. Please check if you are ok to hear this before reading. Though knowing signs of predators can be helpful. Will warn you this might ruin his character for you)

You absolutely can Ignore this aspect of him and love him as a villain! Don’t be guilty, It’s fiction you’re allowed to do that! (Please don’t attack anyone who likes him)

However If you’re like me this may explain some of your repressed Skybound feelings.

Nadakhan always unsettled me, even back when I was 12 and watched it for the first time. I loved Skybound then, even though the wishes didn’t make sense and the misogyny pissed me off (still dose). But I’ve rewatched it quite a bit, and as an adult know exactly why It made me feel like that.

Nahdakan as he is in the show displays many signs of being a sexual predator. (Not just cause Nya). And in my opinion they should have written him differently.

It might sound like a surprising allegation at first but to many adults I know in the fandom, It’s not much of a hot take. But I wanted to compile the evidence in one place so I wouldn’t have to reexplain this.

What’s a Predator?

A sexual predator is a person who seeks out sexual contact with another person in a predatory or abusive manner. People who are sexual predators may or may not have committed sex crimes but all sexual predators have sought out inappropriate contact.

Those who exploit others in a sexual manner they see sex as a form of dominance and control.

Vile enough to make someone wish it all away.

Now I’m not saying Nadakhan definitely did something or he’s for sure a predator. But I am saying for some reason he displays common traits of these kinds of people.

Seeks Out Vulnerable Individuals:

Profiling suggests sexual predators often target vulnerable individuals who are more likely to be victimized or overcome due to their age, lack of knowledge, or emotional or mental capacity.

This is the very talked about part but Nya is 15-17 Jay and the ninja are vaguely 16-18. Nadakhan is like thousands of years old. Which makes the plot creepy. But other than the fact that he’s messing with teenagers he preys on their emotional vulnerability.

Think of the first scene with him and Jay. He watches from afar Nya was alone too but he saw how hurt Jay was and targeted him.

Same thing later, when he was distressed about being adopted.

Grooming Behavior:

A predator may seek to groom the person by establishing their trust to facilitate abuse, such as spending excessive time with them or singling them out, or giving gifts.

All of Nahdakan’s kindness is a trap, He talks about his wishes like he’s giving them something and helping them. He is with the ninja as soon as and as long as they’re alone.

Speaking about himself in terms of what he can gift others. Obviously leaving out the wishes consequences.

Evasion and Secrecy:

On the topic of singling them out, sexual predators will often hide their actions and keep it private to not revealing their activity.

Nadakhan waits till they are alone to prey on them. Or teleports the ninja away like he did with Kai.

After Nahdakan gives Jay his wishes he doesn’t tell anyone. His guilt and shame from accepting Nadakhan’s offer keeps their secret. (Just so you know if an old man pulls you aside and starts gifting you shit tell someone.)

And Nahdakan doesn’t talk to his crew about his plans for Nya at all, he keeps it to himself.

Manipulative and Controlling:

Sexual predators use their personalities to flatter, course, and control others around them and utilize deception. Predators may insult victim and use gaslighting tactics to make them believe that they are at fault.

This one is very straightforward manipulation is his thing. But here’s a few.

- Manipulates Jay into making his first and second wish

- Manipulates Kai and Zane into his blade

- Expresses very controlling behavior over Jay as his prisoner.

- And grossly controlling of Nya Literally with magic later on.

Sadism

As a quick note Nadakhan messes with Jay a lot and seems delighted by his suffering. From physically, trying to intimidate, jumping out to scare him, causing emotional harm to just straight up torture in scrap n tap. And he’s SO pleased by it.

Ignoring Physical Boundaries

Sexual Predators overstep boundaries, this may be seen as a harmless touch on the back, hand, or leg. But it can progress to unwelcome contact and unwanted sexual advances.

THIS is the most obvious and damning evidence I have. He Does NOT respect personal space. The Djinn’s so fucking touchy it makes me nauseous. Here’s some examples but his body language during all his scenes is like this.

“Too slow Junkyard boy”

On top of that he like explicitly doesn’t care about consent.

First, the ending of the episode, where he leans in to kiss Nya. Something she obviously would not agree to EWW what the fuck Ninjago then this.

“If you want come willingly , Nya-

So yeah, the way Nadakhan behaved and was written in the show is not OK.  Watch Skybound with what I said in mind and you’ll see what I mean.

Nadakhan doesn’t actually do anything I hear you.  but this kinda behavior is already too much.

I also wouldn’t be so sure he did nothing, unfortunately, I have some evidence here.  so I’m working on a sorta part two to this post with the captains quarters theory part.

#ninjago #ninjago ninja #ninjago jay #ninjago skybound #ninjago nadakhan #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago thoughts #ninjago theory #tw predator #cw sa implied #captain’s quarters theory #Oli’s Skybound insanity #Oli Speaks

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Somewhere Only We Know 1/?

This is part of a series: Long Way From Home. Graves gets ahold of 141's translator and demands she give up information she knows about 141.

Graves still has Val in this continuation. This continuation includes the events of MW3 so 141 will find out Graves is alive and they will learn where Val has been this whole time ;) MW3 SPOILERS Thanks to @unicorngirly1 for talking ideas with me!

Taglist!

@bellgraves, @unicorngirly1, @lily-lily131313, @shepgurl. If you'd like to be added and/or if I left anyone off, please let me know!

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of torture, dubious consent, brainwashing, mentions of suicide. More will be added as the story develops.

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“Un-fucking-believable,”

You were across the dark room, not visible to the camera, but Soap’s voice drew your attention and your head snapped in that general direction.

You’d been given orders by Shepherd and Graves: you can be in the room but you were not to move, not to make a sound and certainly not to approach the camera. 141 still thought you were dead, remember?

Consequences for approaching that camera? A return to a room similar to that cold, terrifying room where you’d spent your first week with Shadow Company being tortured for information that you eventually gave up. That was all you needed to hear. You in no way, under no circumstances, wanted to go back there so you’d do what you were told. Besides, you’d been more tired than usual, not feeling like yourself, like you were on the verge of getting sick, so it’s not like you even had the energy to put up with that. You wouldn’t be able to mentally handle it, either.

You’d make a third attempt on your life if you were returned to that room. Of that you were sure.

“Soap!” You heard Graves respond. “Ya miss me?” Graves laughed coldly. “Well technically you did, didn’t you?”

“Laswell, if you’re tracking this,” Ghost’s voice interrupted, “let’s call in an airstrike.”

“Ghost that is not nice,” Graves chided, almost as if he was speaking to a toddler. It made you wonder how he would be around kids.

“And Val?” Soap demanded.

“Now her ya did kill, Johnny,” Graves sneered. “Shame. I liked having her around.”

“Go fohck yerself. What’re you up to?” Soap’s voice snapped at Graves.

“I’m up to doing my fuckin’ job, kid. Maybe you should try it sometime,” Graves shot back.

“My fucking job is to kill the enemy. Guess what you are,” Soap spat back.

“Let’s keep this professional, boys,” Shepherd interjected. “Cap’n let me pain you the bigger picture. You need Makarov in a pine box. I’ve got the nails.”

The rest of the conversation was faded out because that name, Makarov…Makarov scared the shit out of you. Graves had told you that Vladimir Makarov liked petite, little, innocent-looking things and that like they’d done before with other male targets they might use you to help draw him in or distract him. You were Shadow Company’s femme fatale after all. You’d drawn in men before.

But the idea terrified you. Makarov was a different kind of monster. A psychopath. What was stopping Makarov from taking you like Graves took you? And Makarov you knew would not be nearly as ‘nice’ as Graves had been. Makarov would haul you to Russia and torture you himself. And he would get off on it. Unlike Graves Makarov wouldn’t hesitate to use rape as a weapon.

“Val,” Graves’s voice drew you back to the present.

“Graves,” you responded, shaking your head of the chilling thoughts that had occupied your mind only seconds before.

“We gotta meet 141,”

You sighed. Got teary eyed. What if they took you from him? So you said something. “They’re gonna take me from you,” you sniffled.

“We’re gonna have a fucking problem if they do,” Graves snapped. “We’re not moving forward until I get you back if that happens. They think you’re dead, Val. Remember that.”

You sighed again. “They better. I’ll raise hell ‘till they give me back.”

“I know it sucks,” Graves conceded. “But this is moving quick. We need Makarov. The quicker it’s done, they quicker we never see any of ‘em again.”

Makarov. That name. It gave you chills. You had the worst feeling about him.

Graves then gave a series of commands: wear both vests (we don’t know if they’ll try to kill you), wear your mask, wear your combat goggles, wear a helmet, wear a uniform. Do anything you can to hide your identity. Do not come within an arm’s length of them. You’re going to have a sidearm, your rifle, and a knife. And it all else fails? Run.

You followed orders and got dressed exactly how you were told to in the morning. You were exhausted. You hadn’t been sleeping well and your body ached.

-

It had been decided to meet in an abandoned warehouse. No electricity so it was easy to sweep for bugs. That meant no heat. It was raining and the dropping temperatures promised snow. It was miserable but at least all the layers you were wearing kept you warm.

You could feel 141’s eyes penetrating you.

You tried to tell yourself it was because out of a group of men you were by far the smallest one. The only female, obviously.

Price, Laswell, Shepherd, and Graves were in a room sealed off from the rest of you. Shadows were in that same room protecting Graves and Shepherd. Graves had wanted you in the same room as him but that risked Price recognizing you since the room was so small. The meeting would be quick, Graves promised. You only hoped it wouldn’t be drawn out.

That left you in a large room with Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. You stayed as far away from them as possible. You had your rifle hanging from your shoulder. You had your sidearm ready to go. The only problem was there was no damn way you could shoot any of them. You only prayed they’d stay across the room.

You didn’t like this. In fact you hated it. Why couldn’t another Shadow have stayed with you? Actually no. That Shadow might shoot at 141 and the last thing you wanted was to have them hurt.

Soap met your gaze. You had a soft spot for Soap. You two had been close. A little more than close but that was a story for another day.

“What’s your name, lass?” Soap called out. “Didn’ know he had female Shadows.”

You didn’t answer. You were scared your voice would give you away. You just pointed at your tag: P-80.

“I can’t read that,” Soap replied. “You can’t talk or sometin?”

You shook your head no. Duh. Of course you could talk. You just chose not to. Your voice was a lot softer than any of these men’s. It stood out. And they’d recognize it for sure.

“Your mannerisms remind me o’ someone I was close to,” Soap added. “Real pretty lass. Had a lotta fun wit her. But smart as ‘ell. Dangerous, too.”

“That you, Val?” Ghost asked.

“L.t.,” Soap whined. “I was gettin’ there.”

“I think it is,” Gaz added.

You shook you head no again. Tears pricked your eyes. This was getting to be too much. You didn’t care that you’d been told to stay out of that briefing room. You wanted to be in the same room as Graves.

“I know that’s you, Val,” That person, Ghost, calling your name was like someone lighting a fire under your ass. Graves had conditioned you to RUN from them if he wasn’t close by. You shook your head before taking off running, following Grave’s orders.

You were so frazzled that a flight of stairs presented too much of a challenge for you and you tripped, hitting the landing hard and slamming into the wall sideways, your head hitting the wall with force. You had a helmet on thank God but the hit still rattled you. Voices were scrambled and everything got blurry for a few seconds. You were about to get up and keep running when someone grabbed you by your vest and dragged you back up the flight of stairs you’d just tripped over. You fought not to scream to be let go.

Ghost had grabbed you. You knew because he was the roughest one out of the group. Only because he was incredibly protective of his men. After dragging you back up the flight of stairs he released you onto the concrete landing.

You tried to get back up. You were shoved down.

“On your knees,” Ghost demanded. Rifle raised.

“Ghost,” Soap started. “Don’t—”

“I’ve got this, Johnny,” Ghost retorted.

You sighed and dropped to your knees with hands held out.

“Helmet,” Ghost demanded.

You unclasped your helmet and took it off.

“The goggles and the mask,” came the next command.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself.

You complied and took both off, dropping them to the ground next to you.

“Hoooly shit,”

You recognized it as Soap’s voice.

You shook the bangs from your eyes and glanced up.

Gaz was not far behind and approached. And you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t. You decided long ago you would never go back to them. They’d either kill you or send you to a military prison for the rest of your life.

Worst of all, Graves had said, you’d never see him again. You knew for a damn fact you couldn’t handle being separated from Graves.

So you pulled your sidearm and put it against your head.

The effect was instant.

141 backed off. Ghost dropped his rifle, leaving it to hang off his shoulder.

Immediately.

“Back off,” you stood up slowly.

They were speechless.

“What happened to you?” Gaz asked, eyeing you with stunned, wide eyes.

“Nothing,” You responded.

“Val, we’re not leaving,” Soap stated simply, his hands in front of him to show he was not reaching for a weapon. “Put the gun down, Jesus Christ.”

You didn’t respond. You lowered the gun from your head. Little did they know you’d rather die than be separated from Graves. In your panic you didn’t notice Soap was no longer in front of you. You raised the gun in their direction.

Yet not one of them reached for their weapon. You wondered if it was because despite how much you had changed they could see it in your eyes that you couldn’t shoot any of them.

“Let me go,” you warned, taking small steps backwards. “I’ll call him and they’ll come running.” Your mind flashed to that first night in Las Almas when Graves had ordered you to call out to 141. You being your stupid self had refused. Now you were actually threatening to scream to get Graves’s attention.

Then.

Your worst nightmare.

Someone grabbed you from behind. He placed a heavy, calloused hand over your mouth preventing you from screaming, from calling out to Graves. His other hand gripped your right wrist on such a way that you dropped your weapon. Your gun dropped to the ground. Soap expertly kicked it away from you. You were then flat on the floor on your stomach, the sudden movement aggravating the ribs that had been broken several times over now. Your rifle was taken. Your knife was taken. You were about to say, “Fuck you, let me go.” But duct tape replaced the hand that had been on your mouth.

They were treating you exactly like Graves warned you they would. You screamed into the tape because what else could you do? You were flipped onto your back and you immediately starting swinging fists, kicking, trying to scratch, anything to get them away.

Soap clearly was overwhelmed because he just stared in horror and how hard you were fighting. For what? To go back to Graves? To go back to the man who had inflicted that cut on your face that had scarred?

“Thas’ enough ‘o that,” Ghost said lowly. You’d forgotten how big he was because when he stood over you, he terrified you. He looked like the grim reaper. Zipties went around your wrists after your arms were pulled in front of you. But not before you put up a hell of a fight. You tried to scratch but only got Ghost’s Kevlar and uniform. Zipties brought back bad memories.

“You swing at anyone again,” Graves knelt in front of you while a Shadow ziptied your hands in front of you. You were lying on the floor, beat halfway to unconsciousness by said Shadow. “I’m leaving you in those with a broken arm,”

“Fuck you, sadist,” you mumbled as you lost consciousness.

-

Price, Graves, Shepherd, and Laswell were still in that small room. Talking about what you had no idea. You tried to use your hands ziptied in front of you to break the window of the SUV they were dragging you to.

You struggled, tried to be dead weight. Your worst fear was coming true. You were being taken from Graves. And you couldn’t scream because they’d taped your mouth shut.

But then you got an idea. You got into that SUV willingly because you had a plan. They’d removed the tape from your mouth provided you promised them you wouldn’t scream. The skin on your face was still red, though. Just wait until Graves finds out what they did to you.

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I feel like this isn't as good as Long Way From Home. :( Idk why! But please let me know what you think! If you have ideas, message me! I'm thinking of opening an ask box :D I wanted to post a longer chapter but character limits got me!

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #cod mwii #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #cod mw3 #mw3 141 #john soap mactavish #gaz mw2 #cod ghost #price call of duty #kate laswell #general shepherd #longwayfromhome

[tiny-tk]

hi friends !! bit of a different post this time, but i wanna talk about disney and it’s place in the agere community.

i won’t get into specifics, but events in palestine r making a lot of people (including me) decide to boycott disney by not doing anything that lets them make money. if you don’t know about this, i rly rly encourage you to do ur own research (ideally while not in little space since it’s .. very rough topics) and make ur own choice on wether or not u wanna support them after knowing the full story of what’s going on n disney’s involvement.

this post is for littles who feel conflicted by the calls for a boycott!!

first of all, i know it can be scary to find out that something you’ve been giving money to for merch or subscriptions or whatever is going to a bad place. but no one is blaming you for that, and if you didn’t know then you didn’t know. but you can always change!!

"why are people boycotting disney?"

i won't go in depth to keep this post little-safe, but essentially the israeli military is currently doing terrible things to the people of palestine, and disney is helping them fund and promote it. here's a couple links that go more in-depth if you want to learn, but i'd recommend not reading them while regressed:

https://insidethemagic.net/2023/11/disney-israel-palestine-boycott-jc1/

https://www.dailygamecock.com/article/2023/12/column-why-boycotting-for-palestine-gaza-is-important-opinion-vanderhorst#:~:text=There%20are%20currently%20three%20main,financially%20or%20through%20public%20statements.

but i mostly encourage you to try n find out on your own, rather than listening to some random tumblr user about it.

“but disney is a huge comfort source for me.”

this doesn’t have to change. you don’t have to stop liking their movies n shows. you don’t have to stop loving your toys or books of disney characters. if something brings you comfort, that is sacred, and no one can take that away. a lot of disney media made me who i am today, and yet i’m still writing this post against the company, these things can both be true !!

similarly, agere is a safe space for so many people, which can be used to justify supporting things that really don't deserve our support, since people want to protect themselves by not finding out why. put bluntly, people knowing that there are problems, but choosing to ignore them, is part of the problem itself. if you feel at all capable of educating yourself, please do. it's so important.

“ok, so what can i do?”

if you’ve decided to join the boycott, that’s wonderful!! all that is being asked, is to not spend money on anything from disney. so branded food, toys, a disney+ subscription, stuff like that. if you’re used to doing that a lot, here’s some alternatives!

. :+* get disney toys second hand - they’re pre-loved!! they’ve already started a life with someone, and they’re eager to continue it with a new kid

. :+* pirate shows n movies instead !! this can be a little tricky to figure out, but it’s how i watch pretty much everything hehe, and can be a lot of fun! alternatively, you could just borrow a friend’s subscription or buy dvds second hand if you have a dvd player.

. :+* get merch from independent sellers. this way, you still get brand new things with ur favorite disney characters, but you also get to support independent creators n not support disney the brand !! also, these are often higher quality than official products too, which is like bonus points.

. :+* if you're posting about somethin disney related, add a note that lets people know that you don't support the brand n encourages ppl to find out why for themselves

it’s a tough change to make, but any help is better than no help. if you aren’t sure what i’m talking about, please do your own research. the scale of what’s happening in palestine is huge, and boycott movements like this have been proven to cause real positive change in the past. i won’t get mad at anyone for choosing not to boycott, but it’s important to me that as many people as possible consciously make that choice for themselves, instead of blindly following a company that’s using their money to hurt people.

hearing about terrible things happening is exhausting, regardless of how much you're doing to help. but try to remember that any action is better than nothing, especially with activism, and keep doing whatever you can. <3 take care of yourselves friends !!

#this is definitely the most important post i’ve made on this account #i really hope it can reach a lot of people #also to any palestinian regressors out there i see you and i hope you are safe #sfw agere #tk.txt #disney agere #disney #agere #agere advice #agere little #agere blog #agere community #age regression #sfw age regression #age regression community #age regression sfw #age regressor #fandom agere #agere activism #gold star

[walnuttsrandomshiz]

Yan!Harvey x reader hcs!

Note: Hi yeah this is my first time writing hcs in general so please be easy on me. Contains soft yandere ofc so if you’re not into that please block the yandere tag I’m gonna put on this! These were quick hcs that have been on my mind so if it’s all over the place I apologize. Now enjoy the hcs while I forget this exists :]!

-First time Harvey met y/n was when he was on break. Y/n walking up to him with a warm smile and a cup of coffee, introducing themselves as the new farmer as they handed him the coffee. A strange introduction, but one that for some reason stuck with Harvey. How did they know he liked coffee, why did they have such a warm look in their eyes, and why did it make his heart beat a bit faster?

-At first Harvey didn't know what was happening. Every time y/n came to talk to him, he would feel his face getting warm and his hands get clammy. He didn't want to believe it, but he might have a crush on the farmer. Harvey couldn't wrap his head around how his feelings developed so fast, but love at first sight is a thing.

-Harvey started looking forward to y/n's visits, thinking of the different things they might talk about. Would they have another cup of coffee for him? Maybe tell him about their day? He enjoyed listening to them talk about their farm work, but them talking about their work in the mines made him worry. The sparkle in their eyes as they talked and asked but his day washed away any worry though, replacing it with an overwhelming feeling of love which made his face go red.

-That feeling would suddenly turn ice cold when he saw y/n talking to anyone else. Sure they had to go out and meet others, but was that really necessary? He's sure they could have only a few good friends and be fine, they could even just be friends with him! He makes good company!

-(Sam getting caught off guard when he glances behind y/n, seeing the doctor giving him a harsh glare. The hell’s up with him?)

-The more he gets to know y/n, the more they occupy his mind. First thing in the morning, when he's treating patients, organizing files, and when going to bed. The only thing on Harvey's mind is how excited he is about seeing y/n again.

-(Maru has on many occasions caught him staring off into space in the middle of a task. It was concerning to her and she'd ask if he's ok, to which he'd go red with embarrassment-)

-This has also led to Harvey being much more clumsy than usual. The sight of y/n taking up all his attention to the point he drops things and trips much more often. He curses himself for being like this in front of them, but he can't help it. When they help pick up anything he's dropped or rush to help him up, it just gives him more reason to love them.

-Something that others have noticed is wherever y/n is, Harvey just so happens to be close by, popping up randomly when they’re around someone else. If y/n is hanging out with Sebastian in his room Robin will come down to say that Harvey was looking for them. If they were hanging out with Shane at the saloon their conversation would be interrupted by the doctor clearly trying to join in. Y/n can’t help but let Harvey stick around, thinking that hanging out with someone familiar will help him talk to others. (Harvey takes this as a sign that they want him around. Maybe they’re even developing feelings for him? He sure hopes so.) -Y/n doesn’t know why Harvey’s been calling them in for a lot of check ups. Maru is starting to get suspicious. (Maru giving y/n a confused look as they wait in a chair. “Didn’t you have a check up last week?” y/n just shrugged. Before Maru could ask anything else the door beside her opened, a cheerful looking Harvey greeting y/n and walking them inside.) -Maru would confront Harvey on this, but would be taken aback by the stoney eyed look that he gave. From then on she keeps track of how many times they’ve come in. (She’s been trying to feel out the situation by asking how they feel around Harvey and how he's been acting, but it’s not easy when said man is always around-) -Y/n is top priority when it comes to treating injuries. Harvey doesn’t care if someone’s been waiting longer or is in much worse condition, he doesn’t want his sweetheart to be in pain! Always rushing y/n in for the simplest things like a scraped knee, or a broken arm. Every time, Harvey will have them stay longer than needed so he can watch over them. 

-(He enjoys the alone time. Finally no one butting into your conversations and taking your attention away! Though, that's recently been interrupted by Maru pulling Harvey aside to demand he let y/n go. A problem he'll deal with once y/n's gone.)

-Harvey isn't one to be violent or confront people. But even if he won't be the one causing the pain, he will prolong it. He isn't above withholding medicine from certain people he's seen getting too comfortable around his love. Even suggesting that they might just have a low pain tolerance and that they don't need medicine. 

#yandere #stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley x reader #stardew x reader #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #stardew harvey x reader #stardew valley harvey x reader #art #my art #I am cringing as I type these tags #also not writing any more yandere stuff #or writing in general #because I'm more about art kajshdkja #unless I get motivated or something

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Silvans are Nocturnal

No but seriously though, considering that the elves of Beriland very much did not have any form of light other than the stars until the sun came up, they probably feel more at home in the darkness of the night and this continues to be the way the silvans opperate through the ages. It helps that ultimately they do not interact that much with other elven realms so it’s not as if they need to change to accommodate them.

Furthermore, elves can stay awake days at a time, so when the silvans do need to interact with outsiders they can simply stay awake during the day when needed and leave no one the wiser.

A more tactical reason for the nocturnalness is that the enemy, the darkness is more active during the night and less during the day, so it’s safer to sleep during the day than at night.

I must emphesize that, due to their nocternalness, they also do not need much light to see in the dark, so at most you have faintly glowing plants or lamps throughout the settlement/stronghold/palace that are only strong enough to give a vague outline of the place, but not enough to give anyone any details. It makes it very hard for outsiders to navigate through the place during the night.

The silvans, of course, have no issue seeing everything clearely, allowing them to get the drop on many beings. Their eyes also have an odd glow to them, not like that of the trees, but it’s unique to the silvan folfk and other elves find it highly unsettling.

(Off topic, but i personally believe that the silvans stalk through the forests like leapards and jaguars, largely due to them, well, living in a forest with uneven ground surrounded by foilage that makes it hard to see enemies from far away. They also slink through the forest to hunt, getting a literal drop on their prey from the trees.

The way silvan’s behave is very different from any other elves (except maybe the avari and/or green elves) bc they do not reside in large cities with towering buildings and wide open space)

This in turn has the side affect of at least Thranduil and Legolas walking as if they were stalking their prey and everyone finds it highly unsettling and it makes them think as if the silvan royals are pissed off at sm1 bc surely that must be why they’re behaving as if they are about to kill.

This is why Thranduil got himself accidentally painted as a very scary and temporal elf when in reality he’s a legit chill, calm, and fun guy who likes to party.

HE’S NOT TRYING TO BE SCARY, OK, HE’S JUST A SILVAN TRYING TO LIVE HIS LIFE! (Read: get drunk and make merry)

Also:

Elrond, getting up at the crack of dawn to get to work: oh, Thranduil! I didn’t know you’d be up already!

Thranduil, whose internal clock demands it’s evening and is getting dinner: how the fuck do you function during the day

And:

Boromir, whose taking the night watch: *sees legolas* aY YO WHAT THE FUCK-

Legolas, staring in the general direction of Boromir while sitting perfectly still with a bow in hand bc for him it’s day: *waves* nice night

Aragorn, trying to sleep, used to this: stop being a creepy bitch, Las.

#silvans #greenwood the great #mirkwood #Thranduil #legolas #lord of the rings #lotr #sillmarillion #the hobbit #nocturnal silvans #the sun comes up #they sleep #there is something off about these wood elves #and the other elves don’t like it #silvan elves #elves hunt for food #they are not vegitarian! #looking at you peter jackson #legolas finds it highly amusing to unsettle others #he’s not even trying he just does

[littleseasiren]

Fight for me - Part 7

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Woman’s Shelter, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you’ve ever met. He thinks you’re too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Language, angst, oral (fem receiving), smut (p in v)

Words: ~ 3500

A/N: Grammarly is my beta reader, so any mistakes are my own. I know nothing about hypnosis, so please ignore any mistakes. This is my first attempt at writing smut... Comments and reblogs will be appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Series Masterlist

You, Bucky, Wanda and Steve are in the hospital wing of the tower, visiting with Sam who was injured fighting the Winter Soldier when Tony enters the room. "I don't mean to break this... whatever this is, but I need the Sergeant," he indicates to Bucky as he starts walking out of the room.

"Wait, Tony! What's happening?" Steve asks from Sam's side.

Tony takes a deep breath and sighs loudly before he turns to the room. "I went through the camera feeds and it turns out Scott whispered something to the Winter Soldier before all hell broke loose. I'm pretty sure it was the location to take Y/N to. I need Bucky to tell me where it is so we can find those bastards and end this."

"Why don't you just ask Scott? Surely he can't be so tough?" Sam inquires.

"See, the thing is..." Tony runs his palm down his face rubbing his tired eyes, "we can't do that. He had a cyanide capsule and killed himself in the cell. We didn't know until he bit down and it was too late. The audio is too low, not even JARVIS can piece it together. So I need Bucky to remember."

You cringe to yourself as all eyes fall on Bucky. "But I don't remember him saying anything after triggering me... I tried going through the events in my mind but nothing pops up," Bucky says as he rubs the back of his neck.

"We thought you'd say that. It's natural to remember only the big events when you're the Soldier. Your thought patterns are different to his, after all. Bruce and I believe a form of hypnosis where you walk through the events step by step might be the best. Witnesses often remember more details when they're hypnotised in a relaxed environment. I'd ask Wanda to make it easier but I know you understandably wouldn't want anyone messing with your mind ever again."

A shudder runs through Bucky at the thought of being at someone else's mercy. "Yeah, sorry Wanda. Besides, I don't think you want to be anywhere near my fucked up mind..."

"Don't say that Bucky. Your mind is perfect," you say as you softly punch his arm.

"It's good. I honestly don't want to be in any of your weird minds unless it's unavoidable," Wanda says as laughs surround her. 

"Yeah, we are all pretty special in our own way!" Sam says softly, a huge smile on his face.

It's Steve that brings the conversation back to Tony. "The hypnosis, is it safe for him? There's no chance of it bringing the Soldier back?" Steve always has his best friend's back and wants to keep him safe.

"Since we won't be saying his trigger words, it should be safe."

"But it will be terrifying, being back in that mindset, Bucky. You need to decide." Wanda adds, earning a nod from Tony.

You can feel Bucky's heart racing when he pulls you to him and meets the other's gazes. "If it's the only way to stop this, then I guess we have to..."

"Maybe you shouldn't be here, doll," Bucky whispers in your ear as you enter the lightly illuminated room. "What if they're wrong and I hurt everyone?"

"You won't, handsome. Besides, I'm the only one Winter won't hurt, remember?" Bruce points to the couch and you and Bucky sit down. You grab his hand before whispering in his ear, "I'm with you Bucky. Just relax for me."

"Ok, let's get started. I need you to watch this pendulum and try to relax, alright? Just follow it with your gaze and when you feel sleepy close your eyes."

Bucky sighs before doing as you say and sinking into the couch, trying to relax. It was decided that Bruce would be the one to hypnotise Bucky. The strained relationship between Tony and Bucky would make it difficult for Bucky to relax.

Steve was seated in the corner of the room, behind the two of you, just in case things went wrong and his strength was needed, even if he was injured. He was the only one with a chance of surviving the Winter Soldiers' attack long enough.

Bucky nods to him, rubbing his sweaty right palm on his pant leg. After a few minutes of watching the pendulum, Bucky huffs in frustration. "I'm sorry, I just can't seem to relax." He leans his head on the couch and pinches his nose, his hands trembling with anxiety.

When Bruce looks at you, you can see he doesn't know how to calm the frustrated man next to you. You think for a moment before nodding to Bruce. "Maybe if you two left, he'd relax a bit more." You motion to Bruce to give you an earpiece to communicate with you. He nods before he leaves quickly and returns a few minutes later with what you need. 

"Are you sure Y/N?" Steve asks from the door. 

"Of course, I'm safe with him. Just give us some time to do this." With a last worried look, the two men depart, leaving you with an irritated Bucky.

"It's just the two of us now," you whisper to Bucky as you put the earpiece in your ear, hearing Bruce softly talking to you and informing you that they're watching from the camera.

You run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp softly with your nails, making him smile at your touch. "Just relax for me handsome," you add as you move your hands from his scalp and rub his tense broad shoulders, massaging up into his neck, making him moan softly. "You can do this Bucky, I'll help you."

He nods before he pulls you into his lap, holding you close to him. "Ok, I'll try again."

You reach over and start the pendulum again, running your fingers down his veiny arm as he stares ahead, watching the moving object. "You're safe here Bucky. When you feel sleepy, just close those beautiful blue eyes for me."

In moments his eyes begin to drop as he leans against the couch and closes his eyes.

You repeat what Bruce says in your ear softly, hesitant to break Bucky's relaxing state. "Think back to earlier, when you woke up in the gym. Walk me through what happened."

"I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep, but someone wouldn't let me. He grasped my shirt and pulled me up, waking me from a deep sleep. I thought it was one of the guys, trying to wake me, but then I heard the words. If I was more awake, I would have tried to stop the voice but I was still a bit under. Wake enough to hear him but not enough to stop him. I felt so cold, so lonely."

Your heart breaks for the man you love but you continue, "What did he say after he activated you?"

"Destroy the Avengers and kill anyone that gets in your way. Bring Y/N to the Rumlows, unharmed." Bucky's voice is strained as he repeats to you what was said.

"What happened next?"

"I heard someone yelling before he pulled me back and whispered to me."

"What did he say?"

Bucky's eyelids move rapidly as he's deep in thought. He mentions an address in Queensbridge which makes both Bruce and Steve groan in your ear. 

"Did he say anything else?" You ask softly.

"No, he left before I engaged with Sam." Bucky's voice hitches, his anxiety about what happened with Sam overwhelming him as he twitches in thought.

"You did good, Bucky. I need you to wake up now."

When he opens his eyes they are full of pain and sadness. He pulls you to him and kisses you deeply, holding you to him for a moment to calm his racing mind. Slowly the two of you exit the room and meet Steve and Bruce in the hallway.

"We'll all get some sleep before we make a move on the venue tomorrow morning. It's a dangerous part of Queens so we need to be careful with how we handle the situation." Steve says as Bruce agrees with him.

"I'll have JARVIS run some scenarios while we all get some rest, and then we'll decide how to proceed tomorrow."

The two of you say good night to everyone before you walk to Bucky's rooms.

You pull Bucky into the bedroom before dropping his hand and moving to take off your shirt. This time you were going to be strong and go after what both of you wanted. You gasp the edges of your shirt and pull it off you, seeing the look of passion on Bucky's expression before he turns away abruptly. 

"You ok?" You ask as you step out of your pants, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

He doesn't face you as he replies with a soft, "yeah." He wipes the palms of his hands on his pants, avoiding looking at you.

"Bucky, what's wrong? I want to be with you." You move in front of him but his reaction still remains the same. Your breathing becomes rapid as you feel anxiety settle in your stomach. "Holy shit... you don't want me, do you?" Mouth gaping, you turn away from him, cupping your lips to stop a gasp of devastation. "You say you love me but..." You can't bring yourself to finish that sentence. Bucky was supposed to be one of the good ones, but was he just stringing you along for fun? 

He gasps your arm and steps closer to you, his chest against your back, stopping you from pulling your clothes on again. "Of course, I want you, kitten. I want you more than I want to breathe, and when I say I love you I mean it. Don't you ever question that." His voice is hoarse in your ears.

"Then what's wrong Bucky?" You turn to face him, pulling his arms around your back so he holds you close.

"I... I haven't done this in a long time, doll." His blue eyes are filled with concern as his shoulders haunch. "And I... I have scars Y/N. I'm not like Steve with his perfect skin and pretty looks. I don't want you to be repulsed by me..."

He looks so vulnerable in front of you that you just want to kiss him, so you do. You kiss him gently, showing him your love for him. "I've been with pretty boys before, and it didn't work out well for me." You cup his jaw with your hands, "You're handsome Bucky, and I love that. Tell me something - the scars - did you get them when you went on missions as the Winter Soldier?" If you knew how he got them, then maybe you could ease his anxiety a bit.

"A couple, yeah, but most of them were as a result of the... regime... they put me through to become him. When they deemed me important enough and they could control the Soldier, they gave me a shot to increase my healing abilities for the future, but by then I had a lot of scars that they decided were not important enough to fix."

"So you got your scars when you tried to fight back all those years? When you refused to bend to their will and hurt people?"

He leans into your palm, "I guess so, yeah." 

"You know what that tells me, Bucky? It shows me that you would rather have them hurt you than you would hurt someone else. That is the man that I love and want to be with. You help people, even when they're afraid of you or say ugly things about you. You care about the people around you, even if you think they just accept you due to your skills. Bucky, you made a kid's day by signing with him. You are amazing," you say as you softly begin to pull his shirt off of him, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to. 

Your eyes run over his powerful form, seeing the multitude of scars littering his chest before you bend down to run your tongue over each scar, wanting to replace the bad memories with good ones.  "I love you so much, my handsome Sergeant. These scars of yours are a testament to how much you've survived. What they did to you would have broken any other man. I'm honoured to call you mine."

Bucky is feral as his lips meet yours, kissing you feverishly as he pulls you to him, kissing the breath out of you. When you finally separate, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra but he stops you.

"Let me," he says as he pulls your bra straps down your shoulders before reaching his huge arms around your waist to unclasp your bra, watching with dark eyes as it falls to the floor, his gaze narrowing to your naked breasts. You moan as he cups them, one hand warm and the other cold, sending chills down your body. You look down between the two of you and see he isn't unaffected by your naked breasts as his erection stands proud between the two of you, straining against his pants.

"You fit my hands perfectly, doll. You were made for me," he growls in your ear, making you moan with need before moving his flesh hand down your body to cup you between your legs. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Only for you, Bucky." He kisses you as he walks you back to the bed. When you reach the edge, you climb onto the middle of the bed, pulling him with you.

He props himself on top of you, holding himself up by his knees and elbows. "Is this ok, doll? I don't want to frighten you."

"This is perfect, Bucky. I trust you and I know you won't ever hurt me."

He kisses you before working his way down your neck, stopping to cup your breast with one hand as he twirls his tongue around the other, sucking on you and making you arch your back as you hold onto his big shoulders. He moves to your other breast loving it equally before he moves down your body. He licks your belly button before curling his fingers around your panty and pulling it off you slowly, watching your eyes for any sign of hesitation.

He nudges your thighs open wider to make space for his wide shoulders. You gulp as his intentions become clear. God, how long has it been since someone gave you oral? Your ex had been more interested in his own pleasure than yours.

Your hands grasp onto Bucky's hair as he curls his hands around your inner legs and parts you with his thumbs, opening you up to his gaze before he lowers his head and licks you all over. He sucks on your clit then squeezes his tongue into your hole before licking up your slit again, his tongue doing magical things to your insides making you clench your legs around him.

"Bucky, please... I need to feel you. I need you inside of me," you pant as he licks your slit again.

He moves up and gives you a deep kiss, making you taste yourself on him. "I want that too, kitten. But I don't know how long I'll last when I'm inside you. I need you to come for me first." He kisses your belly button and then moves down again. "I need this to be good for you. Think you can come for me?"

You nod your head and moan as he starts licking you again, rolling his tongue over your clit before sucking deeply as he works a finger into you, making you squirm before adding another. 

He spreads his two fingers to stretch you out before he curls them and rubs the spongy spot deep inside you, crooking his fingers as he sucks on your clit. "Oh, God, Bucky!" You call as you come on his fingers, soaking them with your essence before you drop your head on the bed, the orgasm one of the biggest you've ever had before.

"That's it, kitten. You sound amazing when you come for me." His eyes are glazed with need as he pops the button on his pants. "I can't wait to be inside you." You reach out and move his hands away, grasping his pants zipper and pulling his pants down, his hard cock bouncing up to meet you. You gasp at the size of him. He really was big. He groans in delight as you wrap your small hands around his large erection, stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his slit making him shudder with need.

"Please, please! I need you Bucky!" You pull him to you, dripping with your need for him as you grasp his neck and kiss him like your life depends on it. You feel the head of his cock pushing into your entrance as you curl your legs around his waist. 

"Jesus, Y/N. You feel so fucking good." He pushes in deeper, inch by inch, making you whimper as you take all of him. "You're so warm and tight." He shudders at the pleasure being inside you gives him, biting his lip to keep still while you get used to his size. 

"You're so big Bucky." He leans in and kisses you, biting your lower lip as his hand moves down to your clit to rub you, helping you relax. 

"Move Bucky, please." You gasp as he pulls back before pressing into you a few times slowly, letting you get used to his large cock before he increases his pace, sweat beading on his brow from how good you make him feel.

He thrusts into you, moaning as you clench around him. "I'm not going to last long, kitten. I'm so sorry but you just feel so good." You see how he's trying to hold back, wanting to make you feel come again but it just feels so good to be inside you.

"It's alright Bucky. I want to make you feel good too." He drops his face into the crook of your neck, moaning into your ear as his breathing increases. You know he just needs a push before he'll orgasm, so you give it to him. You grab his ass and squeeze it before whispering in his ear seductively, "Come inside me, Sergeant." 

Your words make his balls pull up tight as he lets out a hoarse cry. His body trembles with his orgasm as he pulls you to him, his hips jerking as he spurts into you.

He falls onto you, bracing himself at the last moment to avoid crushing you. "Fuck kitten, you're going to kill me with that mouth of yours." 

Giggling, you wrap your hands around his shoulders before gasping in surprise. He's still so hard inside you.

"I'm sorry, kitten. I just need you so much." He pulls out a bit before thrusting into you again, your combined wetness making squelching noises as he slowly rekindles the need inside you. He grasps your hips and lifts you to a better angle, hitting your clit with every thrust. He kisses you, tongue swirling with yours as he shoves himself inside you over and over again. You wrap your hands in his long hair and pull softly, making him growl at the feeling. He slams into you, making you gasp before he slows down again, his body shaking with the effort to hold himself back.

"I can take you Bucky. You won't break me," you whisper before tugging his earlobe between your teeth, making his breath shudder. "I want to feel all of you."

He looks at you intensely before he grasps your hips and slams into you, making you cry out at the sensation his glorious cock creates against your wet walls. You feel the edge approach you before you scream out his name as you come, clenching his cock to you as you ride out your orgasm. 

"You're mine, you got that?" Bucky says as he rams his cock into you.

"I'm yours and you're mine, Sarge." Bucky's eyes widen, a growl slipping out of his mouth as he pulls you to him, licking your breast before he cries out and shoots his seed inside you.

He pulls out of you slowly, watching your combined juices drip off of you. "You're so fucking amazing kitten. I love you so much," he kisses you before standing up to grab a clean washcloth from the bathroom to clean you off. 

"I love you too Bucky," you reply as exhaustion overcomes you, your body still tingling from what your super soldier made you feel.

He pulls you to his side and wraps his arms around your naked body before the two of you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Tag List: @morganmofresh @dottirose @cjand10 @buggy14 @crazyunsexycool @tripleoyaa @mandijo17​ @fluffysucker​

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barns x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky smut #bucky angst #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #tony stark #bruce banner #the avengers

[charliesgoodboy]

-🦋Taiju x Male reader(SFW)

-🦋A/N: a thanks to @gaybitchfx for taking a pic of this for me so I wouldn’t forget-

Story: A.

Taiju..had a crush.

On you.

A big one.

He’s always wanted to go out with you but afraid you’d say no because of his..personality traits. And he is not so good at expressing his emotions for someone. See, he has a different definition of love, and that definition doesn’t suit anyone and he knew that. He didn’t wanna end up hurting you in anyway so at most times he would just keep away from he and keep his lips sealed.

Little did he know no one can hide shit from they’re siblings, no matter how hard they try it never works. Ever. “Taiju !!!” Both of the siblings screeched busting into Taijus bedroom. They came in at the wrong time since Taiju was just trying to take a nap. “Nee-San !! You have a crush on (m/n) don’t you !” Taiju looked at both of them with surprise instantly getting up out of bed to face both of them. “How the hell did you find that out ? I didn’t tell you nor anyone else.” Yazuha rolled her eyes giving Taiju a look in disbelief and sarcasm.

“We’re your siblings Taiju, of course we know your big fat crush on (m/n), when you look at him it’s written all over your face.” Taijus cheeks flush a deep red looking away from his siblings in embarrassment. “Just..don’t tell anyone else alright ? I don’t..I don’t wanna end up hurting him.” Hakkai and Yazuha give Taiju a look of sympathy. They both give a look to each other and nod looking back up at Taiju. “Do you want our help ? We’ll see what we can do for you.” He looks at them not believing that they’d help him, let alone get a date for fucks sake he’s older, shouldn’t he be able to get a date by himself ?

“Would you guys really..do that for someone like me ?” Yuzuha places a hand on Taiju’s arm giving him a heartfelt look. “Again, your our brother of course we would do this for you.” Taiju sighs giving both of his siblings a nod making them both really happy with his choice. “Okay, first things first have you tried being direct with him ?” He shook his head in slight shame. “We’ll then let’s do that first !” Taiju gave them a snarl, that was just horrible advice. “You two give the worst advice I can’t just do that !” Yazuha smacks the back of his head angrily. “Oi ! We’re the ones giving you advice alright ?!? You listen to us, now we’re going to be direct with him, who knows he might just say yes alright.” Giving them a look of doubt he puts on his clothes getting ready to find you and be ‘direct’ with you.

His siblings went along with him, once he found you they both his behind a bush observing him hesitating to walk up to you. Your back was turned to him as he looked over at his siblings out of worry. “Go go !” They whisper yelled making a motion with they’re hands.

Signing he thinks of a way to approach you about it.

You gasp as you felt an impact to the collar of your shirt feeling your body be picked up my someone with a singular arm. Your face meets with Taiju’s usual expression only for it to drop into a nervous one slightly looking down at the ground while still holding you up. “Will..will you go out with me ?” Your face turns into a surprised face as it also turns into a slight shade of red while Taiju looks more of a tomato.

“U-um sure..I’ll go out with you.” If it was even possible his face gets even redder as his arm holding trembles letting you go making you drop to the ground as he runs away from you not really processing what just happened.

“O-ok ?”

Story B.

“Taiju you have to tell him ! What if someone else gets ‘em then what are ya gonna do huh ?” His sibling had been pressuring him all day, first thing the had told him to do was buy sweet snacks, flowers, and candy for you and to give it to you as he confessed. But that didn’t work out, and he knew damn well it wouldn’t.

“Don’t beat yourself up about this ! Me and Yazuha will be hiding from afar cheering you on you got this !” Hakkai was trying is best to hype up his brother and give him more confidence in asking you out but if all it made him slightly more stressed about it, though Hakkai ment no harm. “Now go go Hakkai we don’t have time (m/n) might leave soon !” Taiju nods leaving both Hakkai and Yazuha watching over him as he walks over to you getting ready to give you the items.

But the moment you and him had eye contact he instantly didn’t know what to do and in nervousness he threw the goodies at your face making a sound of pain come from your lips as you held your face in pain, and he made a run for it quickly. Damn that probably left a bruise. “Are you sorry !?” Lord. What Taiju had ment to say was ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘are you okay ?’ Well that came out wrong.

He went back to his siblings with his head down as he sat himself in the fetus position setting his head down in his arms sitting next to the bush they were in. “I failed.” Yazuha gave him a sassy look. “Yeah, we saw. God your horrible at this.” Hakkai hit Yazuha’s arm and looked back at Taiju with a caring look. “Look, you did your best at least, I mean you were able to give him the things you bought so that’s good !” “I threw them at his face and it caused him a bruise.” He says muffled by his own arms. “Ouch.” Yazuha face palmed her face in absolute disappointment and embarrassment while Hakkai was just patting his older brother on the back trying to give him reassurance that he did fine and that there was always a next time.

Bonus to story A.

“I can’t believe he asked me out…my crush just asked me out !” You say squealing and rolling on the floor in happiness. “He really asked me out..”

-🦋

Bonus to story B.

“Owowowowowwwwww, why did he throw it so hard !” You look at your nose that had a pretty big bruise on it. You might actually have to go to the hospital to get it checked out.

You look back at the gift Taiju had thrown at you slightly smiling at it.

“So he likes me after all..”

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #taiju tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers x male reader #taiju x reader #taiju x male reader #tokyo revengers taiju #taiju fluff

[rainbow-femme]

So obviously I love just how much LGBTQ+ media exists now, and how much media has LGBTQ+ characters in it, but something Gen Z and later generations will never experience is being so desperate for anything that you end up finding the weirdest gay indie movies imaginable, watching them once at 2 am and then never seeing them again, and being haunted by the half remembered plots because you cannot for the life of you track them down again

So I would like to give you that experience vicariously through two of the ones I watched over a decade ago. If you recognize these please let me know I would love to track them down

The first was about this French gay dude in America who was marrying a lesbian friend to get a green card, and his boyfriend is like

“Hey babe my sibling is coming to town and going to stay with us.”

And the French guy goes “That seems like a bad idea, on account of you telling me that every time they come into town they become super toxic and make you the worst version of yourself and ruin your life.”

And the boyfriend is like “Ok but what are the odds that would happen again.”

The sibling I’m going to use they/them for because in an example of wonderful handling of trans characters, this person continually changes their mind about their gender, which is fine, except they keep managing to get full sex change surgeries every time it happens which is absolutely wild to me because it’s implied they have fully transitioned multiple times. They come into town having had a full MTF transition to the point of both top and bottom surgery and hormones but they’ve decided they’re a man again so they want a place to crash while they have a full FTM transition and I feel like I vividly remember them saying something about finding a doctor who can make them a pair of testicles. Like, specifically testicles was what they brought up, no other bits, this doctor apparently only made and attached artificial testicles and this character decided to start there

So naturally they start isolating the boyfriend from everyone by convincing him that everyone is out to get him and his French boyfriend sucks and is holding him back to the point that the boyfriend I’m pretty sure starts physically abusing the French guy along with other emotional abuse

And the story culminates in the two of them tipping off immigration about the green card marriage and literally get this dude deported, like he is handcuffed and put into a car and taken away, and also probably screwing over the lesbian friend who had agreed to marry him after the boyfriend had asked her to do it to help them

And as the car is driving away the boyfriend looks at the sibling and gives a “Nuh uh, I’m done with you” head shake and starts chasing after the car the French dude is in only to be hit by a different car and presumably killed

And that’s it, that’s the movie

The second is probably my favorite half remembered middle of the night gay movie

It’s about two lesbian friends who seem to be trying out dating each other to see if the relationship would work, and they end up meeting a group of BDSM lesbians who go “Uh, didn’t anyone tell you that lesbians don’t do monogamy anymore? We’re all polyamorous and have BDSM subculture personalities that we live in 24/7, that’s the only way to be a lesbian”

(Side note I don’t think this movie is actually bad about BDSM or polyamory stuff, it’s more about how people just coming out can easily get sucked into doing what they think they should and end up unhappy and over their heads in order to fit what a “real [X] person” looks or acts like. The characters who legitimately enjoy the lifestyle seem to be written in a good way based off my 10+ year old memory of my single viewing)

So the two lesbians decide that one is going to full time be a Daddy personality and the other will be a Little Girl personality, and they can sleep with whoever they want except the Daddy one can’t sleep with a different Little Girl or vice versa because that’s cheating

And this movie was so good because these two had 100% no knowledge of what they were actually supposed to do in BDSM situations and just kept acting like they did and the people in the scenes were like “… Ok, I guess I’ll trust you’re going somewhere with this?” and they never were, they were always just stalling for time

The best example is when the Little Girl one met a butch sub who was a Little Boy, I guess, and she wanted to do a three way with the Little Boy and the Daddy, and again they take things pretty literally so in the scene they’re like “ok you’re my dad and this is my son so that means you’re his grandpa.” And the Daddy one again has no idea what to do when genuinely faced with an experienced sub so she goes “Um, let’s make him sit in a box?” so they get a comically small box and make the sub squat down in it but again they have no idea what to do next and it culminates in the Little Girl saying she’s being drawn between the Daddy one she had been into before all of this and the Little Boy one she just met which pisses off the Daddy one so she leaves, fully confusing the Little Boy sub who thought that was all part of the scene

And then the Daddy one decides if the other is gonna have a new person she will too and she finds a super experienced femme domme and tries to flirt by pretending to be a dog and bringing her something in her mouth and the femme domme is just like “Ok A. I know you’re not actually into this so I’m not going to do anything to you because you wouldn’t like it, but also B. Even if you were I am so far above your experience level you would not be able to take it. So WTF is your problem cut it out.”

And there’s like a BDSM spin the bottle where you kiss or smack or lick the boot of whoever you land on and the Daddy one kisses a different Little Girl which pisses of the original Little Girl so she storms off so the Daddy One fully sleeps with the second one, and then gets in a fight with the original one over how one cheated because she got with the same archetype as the other but the other also cheated because she actually got feelings for someone else

And somehow they resolve everything and the story ends with them turning this into a performance art piece. You don’t see the actual performance art, probably because the writers wanted them to get wild applause but couldn’t think of a performance art piece based on this that would actually earn wild applause so you just see them being applauded while wearing a bunch of ties and jackets and scarves and stuff to I guess symbolize them trying to be things they weren’t

And then you see the butch sub getting whipped or spanked or something by the femme domme to show that everyone got their happily ever after

Heartstopper is great and all but they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore

#again if anyone recognizes these please let me know I want to see how much of what I remember is correct #gay movies #gay media #queer movies #queer media

[ana-chronista]

Me again with some Jan/Jure for the kiss promts hehe :))

Could you maybe do …forcefully and ...out of necessity for them (either works fine as well<3)

So my hand slipped and I wrote both...

33. ...forcefully

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Lying there on the hospital bed, arm already in a fresh cast and sling, Jure has the audacity to roll his eyes. “Oh, come on. It's not like I did it on purpose!” “That doesn't matter!” Jan snaps back at him, trying to take a deep breath before his anger becomes full-on fury. They may be in a private side room, alone while the nurse is off sorting out the discharge paperwork, but the door is still slightly ajar and he doubts anyone down the corridor wants to hear him shouting. “Jan, it's not that b- ” “Don’t you tell me – you're lying there with a broken arm and you're trying to tell me me it's not that bad?” He can’t believe how casually Jure is treating this. The panic he’d felt from the phone call – don’t freak out, but can you give me a ride from the hospital? – is still gnawing at the edges of his mind, even though no permanent damage has been done and Jure appears to give precisely zero shits about what’s happened. “Who are you, my mum?” Jure scoffs. “It's really not, it barely hurts – ” “That’ll be the painkillers, which seem to be messing up your take on this.” “Look, if I’d wanted a lecture, I would have called Kris – ” “Yeah, I’d love to see how you’re going to explain this one to him.” Jan says snidely. He wants a front row seat to that show, for sure. “What are we supposed to do with the gigs coming up?” “I don’t know, Rick Allen manages just fine.” Jure shoots back. For a moment, Jan stares him down, hands on hips, until suddenly Jure sighs, flippancy draining and leaving him deflated. “Get a session musician, I guess. I know a few people, and I’m sure Nace has a few connections.” Jan shakes his head, insisting, “That’s not the point, Jure.” “Yeah, OK, I don’t want to let the fans down. Maybe I can still be on stage?” “Also not the point!” He can’t help raising his voice. How does he not get that there are a million and one different scenarios still running through Jan’s head, each worse than the last? “What if you’d landed on your head or something? You could have been hurt way worse!” And just like that, he can see annoyance flooding the other man again. “Yeah, but I didn’t, and I wasn’t! Honestly, I don’t get why you’re making such a huge deal – ” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He darts forward, his hands landing on either side of Jure’s jaw to hold him in place and crushes his mouth against his. He pours every last scrap of fear and frustration into it, cutting off every last what if and what now chasing through his head. There’s a spark of satisfaction as Jure shifts his head the fraction he can, mouth falling open beneath Jan’s teeth and tongue. It only lasts a moment before footsteps echo in the hallway. They’re both breathless and panting as they break apart. “There!” Jan hisses, still holding on to Jure’s face as the drummer stares back at him. “Do you understand now? A knock sounds on the door. “Mr. Maček – ” “Jan – ” Jure sounds as dazed as he looks. Jan can feel his jaw clenching as he shakes his head and lets go of Jure. “Later. We’ll talk later.” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning to the window as the nurse comes in clutching Jure’s file.

49. ... out of necessity

“So, the time has come!” Jure announces, startling Jan out of pretending to check his texts to look up and see their new drummer grinning up at him. “For what?” he asks, wondering if he’s missed something. The music and chatter of the party is like a wall of noise blocking off what’s actually happening, and he’s been lurking here in the corner for a good ten minutes trying to recharge his social batteries, beer in one hand and phone in the other. “For us to kiss!” Jure sounds so matter of fact, as though it should be obvious. Jan raises an eyebrow, trying to stay deadpan. “Oh, really?” Jure shrugs. “Well, I’ve already kissed everyone else... Bojan, Kris, Martin, even Matic on his way out.” He ticks them off on his fingers as he goes, leaving one raised that he prods into Jan’s chest. “That just leaves you.” “And what’s this all for? Science?” “Nah, team bonding exercise.” He can’t help but laugh at the flimsy reasoning. “You know, if you wanted to kiss me that much you could’ve just asked.” “Didn’t think I’d need to.” Jure says airily. “Thought you’d make me welcome.” Jan rolls his eyes, unable to help the fond smile tugging at his lips as he slips his phone away. “Well, if that’s how you feel, come here then.” Jure apparently doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s immediately stepping into Jan’s personal space and wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him down, leaning up and meeting him halfway. Jan lets him lead, unsure exactly what he’s going for, but Jure’s lips on his are warm and insistent as he coaxes Jan’s mouth open and then Jan – Jan decides to play him at his own game, wrapping his free arm around Jure’s back to draw him in closer, pushing back as much as Jure is. He lets Jure cup the back of his head and deepen the kiss, but nips back at his bottom lip, enjoying the smallest shudder he feels run through him. Jure was the one to ask for this, of course. He might as well make it memorable for him. It seems like he’s succeeded, because Jure is grinning when they break apart, wide and self-satisfied and very much the cat that got the cream. Jan can’t blame him – he’s feeling quite pleased with himself too, even if he restricts it to a smirk. “Will that do, then?” he asks. Jure uncoils himself from Jan, sliding his hands over his shoulders to his chest before giving him an affectionate nudge. “Hmm, maybe. I don’t know.” His tone is light and teasing, though Jan’s pretty sure he can hear some breathlessness in there too. “I might need more research – I’ll let you know.” And if Jure suggests they go conduct that research somewhere a bit quieter, Jan knows he’ll agree. This party is boring, anyway.

#ana answers #jan/jure #fanfic