#it could be accelerated by some outside forces

[posletsvet]

Was anyone going to point out to me that the reason why curses were swarming the streets and filling every empty nook and cranny in the summer of Geto's spiral was actually Gojo Satoru?

The narrative already bears witness to how Satoru's mere birth tips the balance of the world. As the first Gojo to be born with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in what is almost a half-millenium, he holds unparalled power. Him simply existing is enough for curses to spring into action and start growing in strength as well.

When he suffers a crushing defeat by the hands of Toji and subsequently thrusts himself vigorously into perfecting his technique, this rapid increase in his strength puts into motion a similar process. He becomes stronger, and so cursed spirits follow suit. He breaks the fragile equilibrium, and cursed energy seeks means to restore it.

First time Satoru Gojo changes the world, he is named the strongest. Second time Satoru Gojo changes the world, he becomes the strongest.

Now, this might be a bit of a stretch on my part, but what if Geto's defection and everything in its aftermath is how the world responds to Gojo being the strongest? After all, you cannot balance the scales by putting too much weight on just one side.

Suguru's abilities as a sorcerer are inherently deeply tied to Satoru's, and intentionally so. The stronger he is, the more potent the curses are -- and therefore the more potential there is for Geto's technique. I have said it before and I'll say it again: they are a perfect counterbalance to each other. The equilibrium is broken by Gojo twice. Each time, Geto is there to restore it: first by being born with the ability to manipulate curses, then by creating the opposition to jujutsu society, which Gojo has become the centrepiece of.

Ever since Suguru Geto entered the narrative, he has been the one to keep Gojo's powers in check -- hence preserving the balance. That's why the narrative brings him back: in order to be well-balanced, it needs both of them to be present.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk analysis #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #they are really designed to be a pair huh #i'm once again asking it #gege why #sorry if it's messy #i feel like i haven't elaborated on my thoughts enough #but i don't know how to organize them any better #and i guess it's important to note that i'm not talking about their direct motivations #but rather indirect consequences of their actions on some meta level of the story #and i'm not putting blame for what happened on gojo #not at all #geto had his own reasons and motivations #he made a choice and took his own path #i think his spiral down is so well-written because it takes root in the internal struggle #it could be accelerated by some outside forces #such as unbearable workload that drained him #but the reason he spiraled was the inability to make peace with himself #to somehow justify the gap between his own ideal and that cruel reality which he witnessed #all he did was stayed true to himself to a fault #it's nothing that could be helped by gojo #let alone caused #nonetheless they are tied by the narrative #and that's what i'm talking about

[lots-of-pockets]

Taken

Chapter: 1

Words: 3077

Warnings: kidnapping, dark Natasha, diapers and a brief mention of throwing up. Let know if I need to add anymore!

Summary: Deep deep down, Natasha knew this was wrong. Taking someone against their own free will was borderline psychotic, let alone very much illegal. But she couldn't help it. After months upon months of watching your every move, she'd become convinced that you were only person perfect enough to become her daughter. She would do whatever it takes to have you, no matter the consequence.

Natasha stares into the fire. It crackles and glows with a radiant gold flame, the smell of burning wood filling her senses. In her hand was a glass of her favourite red wine, the rich liquid velvety on her tongue.

The outside was piercing in contrast to the heat before her. The empty skies were a dull white, and freshly fallen snow was covering all the eye could see. Everything was quiet, muffled, the atmosphere holding a sense of serenity the summer months did not have. It was peaceful and calming, a cherished few moments Natasha allows herself to have in the evenings after a hot bath full of bubbles and her favourite music.

The dancing flames of the fire could be seen in Natasha's eyes as she finishes her wine, setting the class down onto the coffee table with a soft, barely audible thump. She sits back against the couch and tightens the grey, fluffy blanket around her shoulders, eyes drifting to the clock in the corner of the room.

11:35

It was nearly time.

*

The busy street was quietened by a large blanket of snow, a carpet of cotton batting falling everywhere you looked. As you walk your usual journey to work, it crunches loudly beneath your feet. Your fingers and toes feel numb and are beginning to ache, and you could see the misty fog escaping your lips with each exhale. The trees were rocking back and forth, creaking and groaning just like the sound of an old rocking chair.

One positive about rising this early in the morning was being able to hear the birds on the street. They fill your ears with soft chirps, and you find it almost impossible not to smile at the sound.

Behind you, you hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. Your senses were almost immediately on red alert. The road you were on was almost always deserted. It was narrow and only one way, and you knew there was no reason for anyone to be coming this way this early, especially in a car when the snow plow hadn't even been through.

Your breathing accelerates, and you feel yourself begin to sweat despite the freezing temperature. You try your best not to outwardly react and continue on your way, but the car behind you slows the closer it gets, and you feel yourself become almost paralysed with fear.

You close your eyes for a second and practically force a deep breath into your lungs. You then speed up your pace, knowing that even if the person in the car means no harm, it was better to be safe than sorry.

When you hear the car door open and shut, the fear becomes a tangible, living force that creeps over you like some hungry beast, and it immobilises you, raising the fine hairs on the back of your neck. Your legs pick up on their own accord, but it was no use.

Someone grabs you, and the scream of pure terror that escapes your lips was muffled by a large, cold hand. You flail your body; you kick, you scratch, but your attacker was stronger, larger, and it was evident you stood no chance.

The hand was soon replaced by a cloth, and your senses almost immediately become a blur. Your eyes become heavy, your body becomes a deadweight, and despite the last ditch effort to escape, everything fades into nothing.

*

When you come to, your disoriented brain takes a few moments to catch up with the events that had just concurred.

You notice you were no longer outside. You were on a bed, and the mattress beneath you was soft and comfortable. The jeans and coat you had on were no longer, replaced by a pair of pyjamas much like a toddler would wear.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything.

You did, however, note that the room was of medium size, adorned with white furniture. You couldn't make out any sort of decorations, but the door held a single lock with a touch screen pad.

You stare at it for a moment, and something in your brain seems to click bringing your subconscious to the realisation of what had happened. You'd been kidnapped, someone had taken you.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears blocking out all other sound.

You could feel your fight or flight responses kick in, increasing your heart rate and flooding you with added adrenaline. You try to sit up, but something was pinning your wrists down. It tugs at your skin uncomfortably, and when you look up, you see that you'd been handcuffed, each metal circle attached to the wooden headboard of the bed.

At the sight, your fear only grows more. You try to scream, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob, and you feel hot wet fluid begin to dribble down your legs, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.

The door opposite beeps in warning before it opens, and you feel your stomach grip in protest as a women comes into view. She was tall, and her pose screamed power. Her broad shoulders were held high, but her eyes, a soft green in colour, were gentle, and full of warmth.

The stark difference would have confused you if it wasn't for the sense of overwhelming dread.

"Hi little one. I'm glad to see you're finally awake," The woman speaks in greeting as she locks the door behind her, "I was beginning to grow a little worried." She adds as she flickers on the small night light that was plugged in near the bed before easing herself down next to you.

It bathes the room in a soft glow finally allowing you to finally take in your surroundings.

You couldn't help but tremble in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears.

"It's okay," the woman soothes in a soft coo as she reaches for something to your left. "I know you must be scared, and I'm sorry about that." Her hand returns into view holding a tissue, and you flinch almost violently as the woman makes gentle work of drying your cheeks.

She doesn't outwardly react to it, but her features soften and her touch gentles further. You still shift uncomfortably, and it prompts the woman's eyes to flicker down towards the lower half of your body.

When they take in the large wet spot beneath you, your skin prickles with the fear of the unknown. But the woman simply shakes her head, a playful, yet gentle glint in her eyes.

"We'll fix that," was all she says as she disposes of the soiled tissue, grabbing a small bottle of hand sanitizer from seemingly nowhere and squeezing a small amount out onto her hands, "my names Natasha, but you may only call me mama. I'm going to be looking after you from now on."

You simply stare, trying to mask your emotions and pretend like you weren't mere seconds away from emptying your stomach in complete disgust.

"And you're Y/n, right?" Natasha continues, staring at you with a look that tells you she was expecting an answer.

You manage a mere nod, not wanting to upset the woman by defying her. Right now, you had no idea what Natasha was capable of, and you didn't want to provoke her in any kind of way by disobeying.

Natasha smiles in satisfaction as she rises from the bed and heads over to the white dresser placed in the corner of the room, "You were out for a while, so I suspect you must be pretty hungry. I have dinner made, and you may have it once we have you nice and clean." When she turns, you see she was holding a familiar rectangle of padded cotton.

Your cheeks burn, but you soon come to the daunting realisation that the woman must have already seen you naked due to the unfamiliar pair of pyjamas you were currently adorned in.

The bile in your throat worsens when you realise that Natasha could have done absolutely anything to you, and you feel yourself begin to gag in both fear and absolute dread.

Your vision becomes blurry, and as you try your best to keep your last meal down, you distinctly feel one of your hands become free if it's confines. Your body was then turned sideways just in time for you to vomit up absolutely everything in your stomach.

"There there, I've got you. You're okay." A muffled voice fills your ears as a hand gently grazes up and down your back, and having those hands on you only furthers your disgust and you find yourself puking once again.

You want to tell Natasha to get the hell off of you. That how dare she touch you after what she'd done, but there were no more words left in you. You could barely find it in within you to remain conscious, and you deem that more important right now. You had to stay awake. You had to try and protect yourself.

"Are you done?" The voice questions, and you nod ever so slightly. You feel a soft hand grasp your own and raise it once again to rest above your head, the cold cuffs once again circling your wrist.

Through your blurry vision, you see Natasha leave the room, and you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes and get yourself together.

When the women returns, you note she was wearing different clothes. You internally smile in victory when you realise you must have puked on her.

Serves her right.

"Okay, let's get you changed." Natasha sits herself down at the end of the bed, and it was only then do you notice that your feet were tied up too.

"I'm going to untie your feet, but if you even so think about kicking me or harming my furniture, I'm going to leave you in your wet clothes for the rest of the night, do you understand?" Natasha's hand rests on the rope tied securely around your ankle, and though the eyes staring at you were still the same soft ones as before, this time, they held a look of warning.

A warning you did not want to test. Not right now when you were still in such a vulnerable position where this woman could so absolutely anything to you and you'd be powerless to stop it.

And so you nod, despite everything in you telling you to fight with all you could.

Your heart races as Natasha unties your feet, legs subconsciously moving of their own accord and rising to a bent position where your thighs were pressed against your stomach.

The woman allows this, and when her hands reach for the waistband of your pyjama pants, your fight or flight instincts break.

You begin to flail your body as much as you could, the woman's prior warnings dissipating into the back of your mind. You had to get out. You couldn't let Natasha do this to you.

Despite your attempts, the woman gets your pants off anyway.

"No!" You finally find your voice, and it comes out hoarse, trembling with fear, "no! Let me go. Let me go!" You cry out as your stomach heaves with sobs.

"Hush now," the woman lightly scolds as she successfully manages to slide the diaper beneath your squirming figure, "There is no need for you to get so upset. I am not hurting you, so I suggest you calm down before I keep my promise and put you right back into your wet pants."

You still at the threat, but you continue to sob. Tears flow down your cheeks, blurring your vision and soaking your hair. Gut-wrenching sobs that tear through your chest fill the otherwise quiet room, and you want nothing more than for all of this to just stop.

You want to go home. You want to be curled up on the couch with your mom watching your favourite movie.

Not here. Not here where you're being emotionally tormented with all the things you no longer have; where you no longer have your independence and would be subjected to the unknown.

"There, all done." You hear, and you once again feel your legs being secured into their former positions. The sheet beneath you was pulled off next, replaced by a dry one with quick and efficient ease despite your presence on the mattress.

Natasha then shifts up the bed slightly, her weight tipping the mattress as her hand comes up to cup your cheek and wipe away the tears.

You flinch, but allow it to happen. The woman obviously knows what she wants, and it was becoming evident nothing you did would stop her.

"No more tears now," another soft coo as a gentle thumb continues to trail over your skin, "you're okay little one. Deep breaths."

You shake your head, "I want...I want to...go home. Please...let me...go home!" You cry as you extraneously squirm to get out of your confines.

Through your blurred vision, you see Natasha shake her head, and your body was wracked with another onslaught of sobs, complete hopelessness converted into tears that pour down your face at lightning speed.

"I know that must be upsetting for you to hear, but you'll get used to it. I'm going to get your dinner. I expect you to be fully calm by time I get back." Natasha once again wipes off your cheeks, the material of the tissue rough against your skin.

You try your best to comply with the woman's wishes, your throat tightening in dismay when you force back the sob that so desperately wants to escape.

Natasha smiles as she gives your leg a soft pat before rising to her feet, "Good girl."

You say nothing, but Natasha doesn't seem to mind. She disappears from the room and returns a short while later carrying a tray that held a glass full of water and a bowl of what appears to be soup.

"You haven't earned the right to feed yourself just yet, so I'm going to do it for you." The woman explains as she sets the tray down onto the nightstand, picking up the bowl along with a plastic spoon.

Soon, said spoon was being held to your mouth, the plastic warm against your lips. 

You stare at the woman for only a short moment before reluctantly allowing your lips to part, and Natasha smiles as she places the spoon into your mouth. It was soup, but due to your blocked nose, you couldn't tell which kind it was.

You don't particularly care however, because you weren't in the slightest bit hungry after throwing your guts up just a few moments ago.

"Good girl. Is that yummy?" Natasha coos as she refills the spoon and once again holds it to your lips.

It wasn't, but you nod anyway as you open your mouth and allow yourself to be fed. You were scared if you told the woman any different, you'd be punished and tied up for longer. If you couldn't get away from Natasha, you at least wanted out of these stupid cuffs.

Natasha smiles happily, "I'm glad. Mama worked hard and there's lots more if you're still hungry."

Your stomach churns in disgust at the woman calling herself that, but you nod along, fear constricting you from acting upon your thoughts.

Soon, the bowl was empty, and you watch as Natasha sets it down and picks up the glass of water. You go rigid when Natasha places her hand on the back of your neck to elevate your head, hating the feeling of her touching you.

"Drink." Natasha prompts, and you quickly down over half of the water in the glass.

The woman sets the glass back next to the bowl and reaches for the blanket that was folded and placed over the footboard of the bed, "It's late. Time for bed." She shakes it out and lays it over your body.

"There's a baby monitor placed on the shelf up there, and it can see and hear you. If you need anything, I want you to call for me. I can't help you if I don't know anything is wrong." She brushes the hair saturated with tears out of your face before tucking it behind your ear.

You force yourself to nod.

Natasha smiles and gives your cheek one last gentle touch before rising to her feet, picking up the tray before heading towards the door, "Goodnight little one." She calls softly before leaving the room.

You don't reply.

*

Sleep does not come easy.

Fear prickles at the base of your spine each time you feels yourself beginning to drift off, a terrible sense of anxiety creeping over you at every little sound you hear.

The light thud of footsteps, the branches of the trees outside hitting the glass windows. Even the sounds of the house settling were unnerving, and no matter what you did, the subconscious of dreamland just didn't want to come.

A part of you wonders if anyone had realised you were missing. You keep to yourself mostly. Didn't have many friends or acquaintances. The only person you did have was your mom, and it had been nearly six months since the effort had been made for a visit. You decide that no, no one would have noticed, and because of your tendency to stay locked up in your apartment for weeks on end, no one would for a while leaving you to Natasha's mercy.

A part of you wants to call out for her. You want to beg her to be un-cuffed so you could at least try and get comfortable. But fear prevents you from doing so. It prevents you from even opening her mouth, so all you could do was lay here until morning comes.

A brand new day would greet you, and your nightmare would continue.

**

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[y0urm4m]

BIKER CHRIS

(I feel like biker is just Chris coded soo)

Warnings:swearing,suggestive content,fem reader,nickname “ma”,smut,smoking.

:y/n never really found her self getting along with Chris, but she always felt there was something deeper that drew them back to each other and that darn bike.

It was a Friday evening, like any other she was sat at her window with a lit cigarette in her left hand her phone in her right scrolling through instagram. No new notifications she huffed to herself, what is nick doing he hasn’t answered in hours he had messaged her first asking about meeting up and having a night watching films and catching up on stuff. Bear in mind they talked all day everyday so not much was new, so they’d probably just scroll on there phones eat loads of junk and drink some energy drinks. She inhaled the last toke of her cigarette before putting it out, slowly becoming lost in thought her mind wondered to some of the times nick and her had hung out it was usually fun apart from the times Chris had ruined it by being a self centred, obnoxious jackass.

Speak of the devil, y/n’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle. Christopher sturniolo’s motorcycle to be in fact. The sound of the accelerator made her stomach do flips and her thighs squeeze together, but the abrupt sound of the motorcycle slowing down outside her house unexpectedly, caught her by surprise. She slowly peeked out the window hoping not to be seen: as she sat in her pyjama shorts and jumper. She finally had caught a clear glimpse of Chris slowly turning the key to his Honda CBR 1000RR: specifically orange and black probably being the only reason Chris bought it in the first place. Chris arose from the bike putting the visor on his helmet up as he began to walk towards y/n’s front door. Instantly y/n jumped up pulling her shorts down as much as she could, although the bottom of her butt still was out for Chris all eyes to see. She slowly made her way towards the door to unlock and see what Chris wanted, she reached her hand for the door handle hastily opening it. As She stood with one leg crossed over the other looking up at Chris, who had finally realised she had answered the door. Before even saying hi he took of his helmet brushing his hand through his hair. Her thighs squeezed together once again but this time Chris was there to catch her in the act, he looked her up and down smirking at the tiny shorts she had on. In response to his smirk she rolled her eyes thinking Chris was just trying to be a funny smartass. “What do you want Chris?”she spoke slightly annoyed. “No need to use that tone with me ma”he replied cockily moving slightly more towards her. “Christopher if you don’t tell me why you’re here I will willingly slam this door right in your face!”she snapped back. He raised his eyebrow at that witty remark. “Fine, fine I’ll tell you why I’m here if you stop being a cynic,” he chuckled. She didn’t look to impressed with that answer so he decided to finally tell her why he was mysteriously at her door at 5:40pm.

“I got forced to come and pick you up by Nick because Matt was out, is that a good answer?” He finally explained. “Right and how comes Nick didn’t tell me this before like he usually does when Matt picks me up, plus I could have walked,” She replied. “And in no way am I ready, so Chris just come in I’ll be like 20 minutes maximum.”she added on sighing, reluctantly opening the door letting the man in. As she turned to walk inside she had merely forgot her back side was on full display for Chris and anyone within a 10 metre range. Chris’ jaw dropped slightly at the free site in front of him, his hormones getting the best of his as his joggers began to tighten and his face flushed a slight red tinge. She turned to look at him. “You alright there Chris?”she asked in confusion. “U..uh yeah.. all good”he stuttered, looking down at the floor. At this point Y/N was confused Chris was never like this he’s usually loud and extremely annoying so she decided to brush it off her shoulder and get on with getting her stuff to head out. That wasn’t even the worst part now they both had to go upstairs so she could get her stuff, y/n was first to walk up the stairs Chris tried his hardest to not look at her ass but he just couldn’t help himself catching a glimpse of her ass and through the side of the shorts the orange panties she had decided to wear. “Fuck..”Chris mumbled to himself. “What was that Chris?”she looked over her shoulder at him. “Nothing.”he replied as they made it to her bedroom. Y/N decided it would be best to switch into some joggers for the ride to the house as it was definitely too cold for shorts. She quickly shoved her cigarettes,phone and some other stuff into a rucksack and made her way to Chris who stood leaning against her hallway wall phone in hand. The air was filled with sexual frustration even if neither of them could tell. “Chris we can go now.”she announced walking downstairs as Chris sheepishly followed behind as he was still painfully hard.

Once they were outside Chris faced towards Y/N. “C’mere ma.” He beckoned her over to him, she looked up at him as he grabbed his helmet slowly sliding it over her head. “Be better if you kept that on ma, can’t have you getting hurt!” He joked. There was that cockiness she remembered, She just nodded, as she slowly sat on the motorcycle behind Chris. “You know your gonna have to put your hands here ma?”he said pointing to around his waist. “I’m not doing that.”she replied shaking her head. “Yes you are or we’re not going anywhere,”he said, she just sat there staring at him obviously not impressed with what she was having to do. He slowly became impatient so instead of asking he just grabbed her hands and placed them on his waist. “Now I suggest you leave them there, ma.” He said, turning on the engine to his motorcycle and he began to drive off towards the house. The start of the trip was quiet Y/N sat in silence her hands still in the same place as they were when they first left, but a sneaky idea had come to mind. She slowly slid her hand down from Chris’ waist to his thigh, moving her index finger is circles. “Y/N?”he said sternly, he never called her by her first name it was always ma every time. But she ignored him still making tiny circles on his thigh, Chris’ cock was awfully hard now to the point who couldn’t take it. He sped up driving as fast as he could to the house slowing down as he got on his street. He pulled into the garage parking but before Y/N could go through the door he stopped her, pressing the button closing the garage door. “Ma, after what you did on the bike I suggest you do something about this.”he whisper spoke, as he pointed down to his boner. All y/n did was squeeze her thighs together she didn’t move almost frozen in place. He walked towards her tucking the loose hair behind her ears pulling her face forwards, her lips meeting his connecting perfectly. The kiss deepened tongues entwined together, this lasted around 2 minutes before chris pulled back his hands rubbing up and down her waist. “You sure you want this ma?”he asked. She nodded. “Words ma, I need words.”he replied. “Yes, Chris im sure.”she whispered, thighs clenched and eyes half open. He smiled a bit before looking at her asking for approval to undress her, she nodded this time he didn’t ask for words he was to impatient and began pulling her sweatpants down and taking her top of. Leaving y/n in her bra and undies, Chris groaned at the sight. “Can I take yours off?”she asked quietly. He just nodded, she began pulling Chris’ top over his head and pulling his joggers down. She bit her lip looking and the obvious bulge in Chris’ boxers. “I can’t wait anymore ma, I want you bent over my bike now.”he told her. She reluctantly bent over the bike her ass facing Chris. He slapped her ass, she moaned quietly in response. “You like that ma?” He asked smirking, but before she could even answer he slapped her ass a bit harder this time cause her to jolt slightly forward. “I’m gonna ask you to be quiet for me ma, can you do that for me yeah!”he whispered into her ear slowly pulling her orange panties down. She spread her legs a bit in response as Chris then pushed his boxers down, spitting on his hand pumping his dick a few times before aligning himself up. “You ready ma?” He whispered in her ear lustfully. She nodded, with that he pushed in leaving no time to adjust to his size. “Chris..fuck.”she moaned out, putting her hand behind her to brush it through the side of chris’ hair. He kept thrusting in her at the semi fast pace. As the garage filled with the sound of skin slapping, Chris’ groans and her moans. The aroma of sex filled the air as well as their noses. “Fuck your so tight ma, gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”Chris groaned in her ear. “Chris.. fuck Im gonna.. cum”she cried out as the feeling of her slowly coming undone took over. Her legs shaking slightly and her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“You think you can cum for me one more time ma?”he asked her softly.She nodded, this time Chris’ pace was a bit faster, y/n becoming even more of a moaning mess at the continuous feeling of Chris’ thrusting into her and the fact she had just came. His pace slowly became messed up as he became closer to his edge. “Fuck.. ma I’m gonna cum,”he groaned out gripping onto her ass. “Gonna fill you up ma”he whispered as he came undone filling y/n up with his cum. As they both stayed in place for a few minutes catching their breath, Chris slowly pulled out. “We should probably head in, before nick thinks something bad has happened.”Chris said putting his clothes back on, leaving y/n getting re-dressed. Y/N grabbed her phone, 1 new notifications from Chris.

Meet me later in my room and we can talk properly

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That was honestly so fun to write if people do like it I’m kinda tempted to possibly make a part two or something!

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@freshsturns

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[jreads]

Not sure if this is where we submit requests, but i’d kill for a fic where reader’s having debilitating anxiety attack in Jackson (like where your vision blacks at the edges and you can’t breathe) and suddenly a strong force is keeping you up and you look up and it’s Joel; and he’s concerned bc he relates (but you don’t know each other) and you take a fistful of his shirt and suddenly they feel the symptoms retreating - and that’s how you meet, and you’ve found comfort in each other since. :’)

Sorry if that made no sense it’s word vomit LOL

Also sidebar: unexpected constellations will stay w me forever thank you:’)

Of Memories and Mealtimes (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, Mentions of death, Foul language

A/N: this prompt was so cute, I hope I did it justice!

It’s been getting colder recently. No snow, not yet, but the breeze has a certain nip to it, blowing burnt orange leaves to rest on the ground like a natural carpet. The days are grey, and the nights are long, and that creeping feeling has been looming ever closer recently. You’ve found solace in the comfort of the kitchen. The air here is warm and humid and smells of frying garlic and onion. You perform repetitive, menial tasks and it staves off—to some extent—the ever-present penetrating feeling of loneliness. 

Since arriving in Jackson, you’ve struggled to find a place, a sense of belonging. You’re coming to the conclusion that maybe you never will. You thought you had one… but that was a while ago. 

It’s selfish to think you’re the only one in this town with a painful past; it’s clear that everyone is trying just as hard to find reasons to get through each day. You’re not alone. But you do feel like it. Often.

Maria has taken pity on you, stationing you in the kitchens because she knows you like it there. Knows you like to watch the people sitting at tables and soak up sounds of laughter in an attempt to steal a moment of second-hand happiness.

It’s late now, pitch black outside, and your shift is almost over. You’re cutting fruits and veggies for omelettes in the morning: spinach, olives, tomatoes. There are maybe five people still sitting, a table of three, one woman at a booth, and a man sitting alone at the bar. Sometimes, you like to eavesdrop.

The trio are talking about their old lives. They seem to have found something in common, street racing. Moding their cars, evading the cops… back when you could just drive into a gas station for petrol.  One used to have an old Charger, stolen in the looting. He reminisces over how the purr of the engine felt, how the lights of the highway would turn to a blur as he accelerated. From the corner of your eye, you see the man from the bar get up to leave, dropping some coin on the counter. You used to like to drive fast too. When it was for leisure and not for survival.

“I’m scared.”

The familiar voice sears through you like a branding iron, bringing with it flashing images of memory. Fuck. No, no, no. Not now. 

The freeway is peppered with stationary cars, and you’re swerving, as fast as humanly possible, trying desperately to navigate the mess. The Jeep behind you is gaining, and the little boy in your passenger seat is rigid in fear. If you can just make it through the overpass, it clears out after that. Their car is good offroad, but yours is faster. You upshift.

There’s gunfire, and your rear window shatters. He screams. You use your right hand to push his head down. He needs to stay low. You’re almost there.

Another gunshot. You try to ignore the popping of the rear tire; try not to think about what it means. The vehicle swerves and you fight against it by correcting the wheel. It’s no use. You clip the side of an abandoned car, and your own flips. You’re thrown through the windscreen. It’s the last thing you remember before your vision goes dark.

There’s pain. But not from the onslaught of old memories. You’ve slipped with the knife in your distraction, cutting a deep line into the side of your thumb. It’s dripping down, coating your fingers in a slick red. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, lungs constricting so hard you can barely get a breath in.

“Could I take five?” you manage to gasp to the other lady. But you don’t even wait for her reply before dropping the knife with a clatter and banging gracelessly through the back service doors. Your vision is blurring, darkening at the edges and your head is spinning. It feels as if you might die. You’re going to die.

Your hand is now coated in blood and—with little thought—you try to brush it off with your right, only succeeding in spreading the scarlet until it’s all you can see.

You wake in a ravine. How long have you been out? There’s pain in your cheek and you reach up to pluck a piece of glass from it. The crash. The kid. Oh, no. Oh, god. You call his name, voice hoarse. No reply. Your legs are too weak to support the weight of your own body, so you scramble up from the ditch, back onto the freeway. The car lies a few meters away on its side. Scraped and destoyed. And beyond it, a small body. No.

You crawl to him, sobbing at the bones bent in unnatural angles. And the bullet wound through his chest. You scream. You wail. His lifeless form is so small in your arms, leaking blood over your palms. You were supposed to protect him. You were supposed to—

His body is going cold. Limp and lifeless. But you can’t let go. Maybe, if you just hold on tight enough, the force of your love can breathe life back into his lungs.

You’re covered in his bood, figuratively, literally, it’s everywhere. Stumbling as if you’re drunk, you cry so hard that the tears only blur your vision further. It’s been a while since you’ve had one this bad. If you could just get back to your house. God, why did it have to happen in public? You can’t see where you’re going, so it’s no surprise when you run into something.

No, someone. There are hands on your shoulders and a comforting voice, gravelly Texan accent. What is he saying? You can’t tell. You’re going to be sick.

Something blocks out the lights of the streetlamp. There’s a body beside you.

A fragile body, broken and empty. Leaking life onto cracked pavement.

No, but this body is warm. Strong and gentle. A calloused palm cradling your head into a broad chest, a steady heartbeat. Alive. This body is alive. You clutch onto the fabric of his shirt with desperate hands, forgetting for a moment that your own blood will stain the fabric. He’s speaking words, low whispers, but the sound of them vibrates through him and into you. He’s telling you to calm down.

But you can’t. How do you tell him you can’t? You’re choking on air, hiccupping in a way that hurts.

“Come on now, breathe with me.” He smells nice, like cedar and whiskey. You can feel him smoothing circles onto your back, the rise and fall of his chest as he inhales and exhales. You try to copy him, lungs spasming with the effort. “That’s it. Keep going.” You’re heaving loud, ugly, uneven breaths, but it’s all you can manage. Past and present are flashing before you, your own blood, someone else’s, unseeing eyes and dead silence, a thumping pulse and soothing voice. It’s getting easier; you’re synchronizing your breaths to his own. But as you lean into the comedown, that exhaustion starts to creep up behind you. You melt into him in relief, but he doesn’t shy away. “There you go. I got you.”

Pieces of your surroundings start to fade back into view. You’re under the awning by the barn, shrouded in shadow. He’s practically holding you up by himself, and you feel a sudden deep stab of embarrassment. You can’t look this stranger in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble into his shirt.

He doesn’t loosen his hold. “You got nothing to apologize for.”

“Probably got… blood on your shirt.” It’s taking effort to even form the words.

He laughs lightly and the sound is like warm caramel. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

The nausea is ebbing, but you find you don’t want to leave. Caught in his arms, you feel the safest you’ve felt in a long while.

“You should probably get that finger bandaged.” He steps away, pulling your arm into the light to examine the cut and you almost sob once more at the loss of contact. “I got supplies back at my place, if that’s alright by you?”

“Okay,” you say because you feel too weak to walk back to your own house alone right now. And also because in the glow of the streetlamp, you can see the rugged handsomeness of his face, etched with sweet worry, dark curls interspersed with shots of grey. You’ve seen him before. The man at the bar, so often alone. 

You’re shaking now, visceral, wracking shudders. He sheds his coat and swings it over your shoulders before leading you down the laneway.

His house is not far, a five-minute walk at most. He ushers you up the front porch, opening the door to a dim-lit living area.

“Joel?” A shrill voice calls down from above. 

Joel Miller? This is Joel Miller?

“Yeah Ellie, it’s me.”

A little girl comes bounding down the stairs, dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She stops dead when she sees you, noting the jacket around your shoulders, the blood on your hand.

“What happened?” she says, with a kind of fascinated wonder that comes naturally to kids. Oh god, she reminds you of—

“Kitchen accident.” Joel replies smoothly. “You mind getting the med kit, kiddo?”

Her big eyes blink once, twice. “Oh, yeah.” Then she’s running right back up the staircase.

Joel sits you on the couch, grasping your wrist with a tender motion so at odds with all the things you’ve heard about him. Then again, you never knew he had a kid.

“Is she yours?”

He doesn’t look up from your palm. “In the ways that count.”

The girl, Ellie, is back down in record time with a worn first aid kit that she extends to Joel. When he takes it, she looks again at you with blatant curiosity. You feel guilty for barging into the warmth of their home like this.

“Ellie, why don’t you go boil some water for coffee.”

“Can I have hot chocolate?” she asks, and the hopeful joy in her voice is enough to finally make you smile.

Joel does too. “Sure.” And she’s off once more, rounding the corner to where you assume the kitchen lies. “But don’t go putting extra sugar in it,” he calls after her. The soft domesticity makes you ache with loss.

“Well, good news is you won’t be needing stiches.” He pulls an array of supplies from the box: disinfectant, gauze, a bandage. “But you should tell Maria to take you off kitchen schedule for a couple days.”

“How’d you know I was on kitchen schedule?” 

“Lucky guess,” he replies easily, but you swear there’s pink travelling across his cheeks. 

The disinfectant stings and you hiss. He falls into silent work, and you find yourself watching him, trying to understand how the man in front of you is the very same that garnered such a ruthless and cold reputation. 

He breaks the silence first. “I don’t mean to pry but…” Joel fastens the bandage securely around your finger. “…if you want to talk about what happened…”

You don’t. Not now, maybe not ever.

When you don’t reply, he nods his head. “I get it.” You watch him cast a glance toward the sound of a boiling kettle, to where Ellie is. “Trust me, I do.” 

You sit with him and Ellie—quiet with a warm cup of coffee—until late into the night. Ellie makes a face at the smell of it and quips back and forth with Joel about how he can ‘drink that piss.’ The girl has a mouth on her. She’s clever, sharp-witted, and the banter between her and him seems to dig a needle and thread into your gaping heart and sew one single stitch into it.

Past midnight, despite your repeated refusal, Joel insists he walk you home. Seeing your own house, cold and devoid of light makes your shoulders slump and heart race anew. Joel seems to note the behaviour.

“You’re always welcome at ours.” You know you’ll never take him up on the invitation. From the sadness in his eyes, you think he knows it too.

There are miles between you. “Thank you.” He only nods. You leave him standing on the lawn.

From behind the safety of the porch window, you can see that he waits for the light to turn on in your living room before walking back down the street.

Maria has insisted you take a few days off. Damn it. Joel must have said something. You try to busy yourself in the garden instead, but the gloves fit awkwardly over your bandage. You don’t last long anyway. The sound of school children heading home hits your ears around 3:00PM, and within minutes, a small shadow blocks where the sun hits your face.

“What’re you doing?”

Just seeing her face is enough to put a small smile on your own. “I’m planting basil.”

“What’s basil?”

You laugh. Actually laugh. “You want to try some?” You offer her a leaf and she chews it thoughtfully. Gives it an approving face. A thumbs up.

“You should bring some for Joel.” The forwardness of her suggestion is almost shocking, but she seems like the type of kid who says whatever comes to mind. You like that about her. “His cooking is pretty bland.”

Two laughs in one day. This kid is like medicine. “You think so?”

“Mhm. You could come over now. I think he’s on patrol, but he’ll be back soon.”

You think about turning her down, just on reflex. But you like how it feels to laugh, just the way you liked how you had felt in Joel’s arms the other night. So you agree. Her smile is brilliant. 

Minutes later, when she loops her arm through your own, she says, “Hey but don’t tell Joel what I said about his cooking, okay?”

You promise.

Around 7:00PM, he comes through the door, a weary sigh giving him away. “Ellie,” he calls.

“In here!” She’s excited. You’ve prepared a meal: pasta, sundried tomatoes, and the basil plucked from the garden. She’s been picking at the penne with her fingers, unable to wait until he arrives.

Seeing the surprised look on his face when he rounds the corner makes you feel suddenly shy. “I wanted to do something to thank you for last night and, well… Ellie found me in the—”

“Joel, it’s so fucking good.” At this point the muscles in your face are starting to hurt from smiling. 

Over dinner, you actually start to engage in the conversation, and somehow you seem to get along like you’ve known each other for years. In tandem, they work to bring you out of your shell. Your voice is hoarse and face warm by the time you go to leave, but Joel stops you at the door.

“Let me walk you back again.” Your selfish streak is only getting worse. You say yes. You think you see Ellie’s face in the top window as the two of you leave, a devious grin on her face.

Conversation flows on the way, about food, wine, Ellie. It’s comfortable, familiar, but there’s something… 

A yearning, buried under layers of friendly formality. He walks you up your porch and you think, for just a moment, about inviting him inside.

But you’re not quite ready for that just yet. So, you rise up to kiss him on the cheek instead, relishing the stunned look on his face.

Shy again, you back away across the threshold. “Good night, Joel.”

He says it back, and the way your name rolls of his tongue ignites something long dormant within you. You think he might be looking at your lips.

When the door closes, you let out a shuddering breath. And for what seems like the thousandth time that night, you smile.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆:

Phillip Graves who would be in denial of his feelings about you. He'd convince himself that you were just another warm body for him to use, another pawn on his chessboard that he'd decide when or where to move. Someone easily replaced, someone only worth an hour of his day.

Every night, confusion invaded his mind. He could not stop thinking about you, where you were, who you were with.. The tremendous question bothered him whether this feeling was love or not. Whether it was some sick obssesion or if what he felt was pure possessiveness for a body he got to taste and hold. Perhaps it was both.

Falling in love with you was the easy part, it just happened. It was admitting it to himself, that was the hardest task he ever had to handle. He could try to run away from it, hell, he tried countless times with accepting missions that lasted months, wishing that time would cure his aching heart.

Until he realised that he could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path would lead right back to you. Every time the feeling would get deeper, more complete, more bewitching. It was pointless to try. His heart had been alone for so long it was almost unsettling to suddenly have company. To have you.

You never heard him say any words of affirmation nor sweet talk. Never “I miss you” or “I love you”. Phillip Graves never trusted those words. But when he said,

“Let me do that, you're gonna hurt yourself.” It was the little things, really. Going out of his way to appear useful, to delude himself into believing that you needed him even for tasks you could handle yourself.

The Commander inside of him felt ashamed for his eagerness to run to you, to carry your groceries, to change a lightbulb, to wait almost two hours outside of the hair salon so you wouldn't have to take the train back home.. Not Phillip, though. He needed you to need him.

⚜

“Come on, I'll walk you to your car.” Let me spend the last minutes of our time together in comforting silence, his heart admitted quietly. It was the way you instinctively walked closer to him, his warmth radiating safety and protection.

Your love was a quiet emotion that in time became part of the oxygen he needed to breathe, and so though he might've fought against it's existence, any form of removal or the lack of your presence in his life and the emotions would begin to choke him.

⚜

“Don't say something you're gonna regret, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes, took a deliberate deep inhale through his nose, held it for a few seconds before forcing the trapped air out through pursed lips, attempting to calm down his accelerating heartrate and the blood that had starting racing through his veins.

You argued, yes. There were days when you couldn’t stand each other. But every disagreement was followed by a reconciliation that brought you closer than before. It was like watching two magnets, pushing and pulling until they finally clicked into place.

⚜

“It's past midnight, where were you?” His cheeks coloured, and his lips formed a wobbly scowl, bordering on a pout, as he crossed his arms over his chest. It was embarrassing how he spent hours glancing at his watch, then at the door, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the tabletop. He couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t breathe normally. Everything a jumble. Thoughts. Emotions. A cacophony. He was unraveling.

What if you got into an accident? What if you were trapped unable to scream for help? What if you left with another? He had no right to ask such question and yet he did, every time because if something was to happened to you, he'd burn the world into ashes and await the company of your ghost.

⚜

“Who was that asshole talking to you?” The room was filled with people, but all he could see was you. Stormy eyes met your gaze across the room, a silent conversation passing between you. His eyes were fire in water, if such thing could be imaginable. But as he began to make his way towards you, a man stepped in, engaging you in meaningless conversation.

It was fear that brought rage, that hot burning anger that seeked to harm. Fear of losing you, fear of not being enough, fear that you would finally wake up to realise that almost any man out there was more deserving of your affections than a broken soldier who would burn in the pits of hell for his crimes.

His heart sank, but he couldn’t look away. Rage consumed him, it burned in his stomach and he swore he could feel the temperature rising. It felt like a living, breathing organism trying to claw it's way out of him.

His gaze was icy, freezing everyone it touched, making even a crowded room feel lonely until you decided to spare him a look, flashing him a smile that would put even the sun to shame and in an instant his eyes burned with a fire that could ignite even the most dampened surface.

⚜

“Do you, uh, wanna come over?” It felt like he was on fire, that he might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath his center, deep in the pit of his stomach as you picked up the phone.

Not even an hour had passed since they landed and he was running back to you, like a fiend desperate to get his dose. It was frightening, he felt fragile as though a negative response from you would've crushed him into pieces.

⚜

“ Stay the night.” He still couldn't understand what the fuck you were doing there, being with him, choosing him, tolerating his bullshit on the daily.

He certainly didn’t deserve you, redemption for everything he had done as a Shadow and later in desperation to free himself, forever out of his grasp, never his to claim and yet your eyes seemed to pull him in, a gravitational force he couldn’t resist.

“God, I missed your lips.” And with that, he surged forward to kiss you desperately. It was odd. You were no stranger to him kissing you with desperation, but that felt different. It was soft and longing, like he was chasing something he couldn't have nor deserved to.

Deep within your chest, your heart shattered for him a little. You’ve had your fair share of romantic lovers and flings, you lived a normal life, that was until he appeared with the force of a storm, but you realised that with his line of work, he never had the chance to.

He broke the kiss abruptly and started sloppily kissing down your neck in quick succession, letting his tongue dart out intermittently to lick your skin and occasionally letting his teeth nip at you.

As he continued down over your exposed upper chest over the sweetheart neckline of your shirt, he started falling to his knees in front of you, his hands sliding down over the outside of your thighs to show his devotion, to worship you like you deserved.

⚜

“I'll fucking kill him.” The anger was first seen in his eyes, then a tension in his muscles, an inability to think clearly soon followed. How dare someone upset you? How dare someone speak to you that way? He wanted to lash out in the streets to find them, to hurt them if not vanish them from the surface of the earth.

Seeing your beautiful eyes glisten with tears was the worst type of torture. He wanted to shield you from this cruel world, protect what was his even if he had to destroy everything else as a means to do so. He would do anything for you.

If it meant unleashing his violent temper on those who dared bring you to that state, so be it. He was willing to keep you safe from it, be good to you and unforgiving to everyone else.

⚜

That was when you heard the unspoken words of love in every sentence. Phillip Graves's love was like a blazing fire, burning brightly and fiercely. It was like a lightning strike, a sudden realization that shook you to your core, it really was love. Pure and unconditional in his own messed up way.

At times, it felt like you were drowning in treacherous sea and he just stood there, watching, unwilling to help just to see how far you'd go for him. If you were just as mad for him as he was.

How could you hang on to something so incomprehensible? How could you keep pouring love into an abyss? But then there you were. Always there. There was something in those blue eyes that was so inviting, so safe and intoxicating that you couldn't help yourself nor you'd choose another. 

⚜

The cold night wrapped the world in a frosty embrace, the air crisp and biting. Stars twinkled like diamonds in the clear, dark sky, while the moon cast a silvery glow over the silent, snow-covered landscape.

You sat in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, intimate. Words weren't necessary to understand each other. A look, a touch, a shared smile was enough. His presence was enough.

“What are you doing out here? You're gonna catch a cold.” Finally, he spoke with concern, battling with the inner Commander desperately asking him to conceal his worry. His eyes were alarmingly smooth, devoid of the wrinkles that often accompany age, as if time itself hesitated to mark him.

“I like the night sky, it brings me peace.” The words came out barely as an audible whisper, like if sharing a precious secret or an embarrassing habit.

He was now standing in your shadow, closing what already felt like the non-existent distance between you. Suddenly, you ceased moving entirely when his hands reached out to place his jacket around your shoulders.

“You have to see the night sky back at home. The stars shine brighter in Texas.” His voice softened as he recalled his hometown that he missed dearly, the gentle lilt carrying a tender affection that warmed your heart.

“Really? Maybe one day I'll visit.” There was a flash of lightning outside, a prelude to the storm ahead to match the electrocuting jolt shooting down your spine as you felt his hand gently find place on your lower waist.

“Or maybe I'll take you back with me.” His face was close enough that you could feel his warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke what felt like a promise.

He didn’t say anything after that nor did you. But he held your hand, his thumb tracing your knuckles in a silent confession. He was yours the first moment he laid eyes on you. Your love was a tumultuous symphony, full of passionate crescendos, heartbreaking solos, and soft, tender interludes. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and it was yours. Phillip Graves was yours. Unconditionally.

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[mysticstronomy]

IS TIME INFINITE IN BLACK HOLES??

Blog#365

Wednesday, January 10th, 2024.

Welcome back,

The singularity at the center of a black hole is the ultimate no man's land: a place where matter is compressed down to an infinitely tiny point, and all conceptions of time and space completely break down. And it doesn't really exist. Something has to replace the singularity, but we're not exactly sure what.

Let's explore some possibilities.

It could be that deep inside a black hole, matter doesn't get squished down to an infinitely tiny point. Instead, there could be a smallest possible configuration of matter, the tiniest possible pocket of volume.

This is called a Planck star, and it's a theoretical possibility envisioned by loop quantum gravity, which is itself a highly hypothetical proposal for creating a quantum version of gravity.

In the world of loop quantum gravity, space and time are quantized — the universe around us is composed of tiny discrete chunks, but at such an incredibly tiny scale that our movements appear smooth and continuous.

This theoretical chunkiness of space-time provides two benefits. One, it takes the dream of quantum mechanics to its ultimate conclusion, explaining gravity in a natural way.

And two, it makes it impossible for singularities to form inside black holes.

As matter squishes down under the immense gravitational weight of a collapsing star, it meets resistance. The discreteness of space-time prevents matter from reaching anything smaller than the Planck length (around 1.68 times 10^-35 meters). All the material that has ever fallen into the black hole gets compressed into a ball not much bigger than this.

Perfectly microscopic, but definitely not infinitely tiny.

This resistance to continued compression eventually forces the material to un-collapse (i.e., explode), making black holes only temporary objects. But because of the extreme time dilation effects around black holes, from our perspective in the outside universe it takes billions, even trillions, of years before they go boom. So we're all set for now.

Another attempt to eradicate the singularity — one that doesn't rely on untested theories of quantum gravity — is known as the gravastar. It's such a theoretical concept that my spell checker didn't even recognize the word.

The difference between a black hole and a gravastar is that, instead of a singularity, the gravastar is filled with dark energy. Dark energy is a substance that permeates space-time, causing it to expand outward. It sounds like sci-fi, but it's real: dark energy is currently in operation in the larger cosmos, causing our entire universe to accelerate in its expansion.

As matter falls onto a gravastar, it isn't able to actually penetrate the event horizon (due to all that dark energy on the inside) and therefore just hangs out on the surface. But outside that surface, gravastars look and act like normal black holes. (A black hole's event horizon is its point of no return — the boundary beyond which nothing, not even light, can escape.)

However, recent observations of merging black holes with gravitational wave detectors have potentially ruled out the existence of gravastars, because merging gravastars will give a different signal than merging black holes, and outfits like LIGO (the Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory) and Virgo are getting more and more examples by the day. While gravastars aren't exactly a no-go in our universe, they are definitely on thin ice.

Originally published https://www.space.com/

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[little-diable]

Pretty Girl - Klaus x Reader x Damon (smut)

For the lovely @elenavampire21 - please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Just pwp - staying in while rain pours from the dark sky, allowing the three lovers to spend some more time together

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), threesome, small bits of degrading

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader x Damon Salvatore (1.2k words)

“It’s still raining?” Her voice was rough, dripping with tiredness. She had woken moments ago, face nuzzled into Damon’s neck, finding comfort in his closeness. The sound of rain pouring from the sky, pitter pattering against the windows, rang in (y/n)’s ear like a soft song echoing through the mansion. Damon’s hand danced up and down her side, in sync with the movements of the rain, watching goosebumps rise on her skin with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Seems like we have to stay in today. Do you want some breakfast, love?” She turned her head, eyes taking in Klaus’ features. The hybrid was admiring her from the other side of the bed, chest as bare as Damon’s. The last night was ever present in her thoughts, teasing her like Death feasting from a rotten corpse, clawing itself into exposed skin. Heat involuntarily flushed through her, forcing her to press her thighs together, a movement clearly picked up on by the two men. 

“I don’t want to get up.” Her words were met with a few chuckles rumbling through her lovers, forced to lift her head once again. Damon pressed a loving kiss to her lips, drawing a whine from her as he parted, begging him to kiss her again. Klaus used her moment of distraction to move closer, lips kissing their way up her naked upper body, hands toying with the hem of her panties. 

“I bet you’re already dripping for us, begging for some attention, aren’t you?” Klaus' accent grew thicker with every vowel leaving his lips like a threat spoken in the dark night. A moan clawed through (y/n), gasping in surprise as she was flipped onto her back, allowing the hybrid to nestle between her thighs. She felt his teeth glide along her skin, set on leaving marks as she was momentarily distracted by the feeling of Damon’s lips meeting her chest, sucking on her hardening nipples. 

“Fuck, feels so good.” (Y/n) murmured her words into the morning air, eyes fluttering close to relish in the blissful feeling. Klaus pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her core, tongue brushing through her folds to feast from her, moaning at the taste of her arousal. She was at their mercy, body belonging to the two men who toyed with her. There was no escaping, no way out, and yet (y/n) wouldn’t dare run, not even if she was paid to do so. 

“What do you want, baby?” Damon forced her lips open with his thumb, groaning at the sight of (y/n) sucking on his digit. She was trembling, unable to express the thoughts racing through her mind like the thunderstorm brewing outside. “Look at that, we haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already overstimulated.” 

“Just,” a heavy moan clawed through her as if an evil spirit had taken over her system, forced to breathe through the waves of pleasure threatening to pull her under. “Just fuck me, please. I need you.” 

“Atta girl, see, that wasn’t hard, was it?” Klaus chuckled against her core, thumb circling her sensitive bundle of nerves with accelerating movements, set on pushing her over the edge before they’d fuck her. Her eyes met Damon’s darkening ones, getting lost in his pupils, seeing a reflection of her moaning self in them. He interlaced their hands, holding onto her as she came on Klaus’ tongue. 

Her orgasm momentarily took over her body, guiding her through the addicting sensation, allowing (y/n) to let herself fall. Heavy breaths were exhaled from her aching lungs, struggling to ground herself as her two lovers began to shuffle around on the bed. All she could do was watch them move, placing her back on all fours for easy access. 

(Y/n) found herself aligned with Damon’s hardening cock, not able to bite down the anticipation thumping through her veins as he spoke up, cupping her chin with warm fingers, “I want to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, can you do that for me, baby?” 

“Yes, fuck, please.” The moment she parted her lips, ready to swallow every inch of Damon's cock, Klaus positioned himself behind her, hand wrapped around his cock. Her movements were interrupted by the feeling of him pushing into her, forcing her walls to clench around his cock. (Y/n)’s moans overpowered the low groans leaving both men, adjusting to the feeling of her body welcoming their every touch.

“Taking us so well like you were made for us. Our pretty girl.” Damon praised her, hand guiding her bobbing head, forcing her throat further down his cock. She gagged, she moaned, she sobbed, holding onto the pleasure rumbling through her body like an earthquake threatening to pull her under. 

Klaus fucked her with no mercy lingering in his system, pulling her closer with every ferocious thrusts. Tears ran down her cheeks, aligned with the drops dancing down the glass of the big windows, leaving traces to remember the moments they were living through, a perfect mess made for the three to relish in. (Y/n) had a hard time focusing on the passing by seconds, thankful for Damon’s guiding hand, allowing him to fuck her mouth. 

“Feels good?” (Y/n) could only nod at Damon’s question, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt Klaus’ deep inside of her, bruising her body. Klaus’ hand found its way to her core, adding more pressure to her pulsing clit, set on pushing her over the edge for the second time that morning. Her moans guided the two men, communicating her desperation for another soaring wave of her release. 

“Don’t you dare cum without asking for it, doll.” Klaus’ warning rang in her ears, words she barely picked up on, too focused on hallowing her cheeks. Only as Damon pulled her off his cock, allowing her to deeply inhale, did she speak up with her wavering voice. 

“Need to cum, fuck, please, let me cum.” The men’s eyes met, wordlessly communicating as her lips were parted once again, taking as much of Damon’s cock as she could. Her walls started to flutter, not able to hold back any longer as the sensation took over. 

“Cum for us, darling.” A moan rumbled through her as she came, pulling back from Damon before she would pass out. He kept pumping his cock, eyes not leaving her pleasure-drunken features once, set on painting her face with his cum. It only took the two a few more moments before they followed (y/n) into the abyss of their pleasure, painting her walls and features white. 

Her exhaustion forced her to push herself against Damon’s chest, body pushed closer as Klaus pulled out of her, watching his release drip down her thighs. A mess neither he nor (y/n) could pay any attention to, tending to her every need with gentle touches. And with a smile tugging on her lips, (y/n) felt Damon picking her up, set on soothing her aching body with a warm shower and loving kisses pressed to her skin by Klaus.

#Klaus Mikaelson smut #Damon Salvatore smut #the vampire diaries imagine

[gyusimp]

Happy Birthday to me!

I finished what I had to do for now, and besides, I was feeling horny enough to write some smut! My birthday was 2 days ago, but here is the fic I planned to post on Feb 1st. The idea was thanks to @whisperhug97 so thank you very much for your suggestion, enjoy! 💜

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW | Explicit content | Canon Gyutaro | Smut content | Hard s3x | A little kidnapping | Prostitution? (Just reader saving her own life) | MINORS DNI! | Read at ur own risk

You were broke, the job you currently had had caused you so much discomfort that you simply stopped coming without telling anyone. You made that decision lightly in a fit of fury thinking that soon someone else could employ you. You lived in the Entertainment District so sooner or later your skills with traditional makeup might come in handy, in a couple of weeks you'd be hired. But it had been 6 months since you lost your job and you needed the money more and more.

You got small tasks to do around the neighborhood but nothing completely stable, you only had to take care of getting money to pay the rent for your room and something that would take away your hunger during the day. You began to lose weight, the desperation of not knowing how you would survive the next day eating away at your brain until you were forced to take drastic measures. You knew someone at the Kyogoku house, where you worked temporarily some time ago, and you asked them to do you a favor. You tried to work as best as you could during that period to qualify for a permanent position but the Oiran Warabihime was too demanding and difficult to please so when you finished the agreed time they simply opened the doors for you to leave.

The plan you had now was difficult, even more so because it would have to be executed outside the eyes of the almost white-skinned girl. If she ever found out, you could imagine her tilted head looking at you with contempt and fury. Fortunately, you got the lady of the house to lend you a considerable amount of money to pay this month's rent and buy some products that you could resell to generate a little money that would help you stay stable for a while. Sales were good, but the time it took to recover the amount borrowed would not come from one day to the next and after 3 weeks, people from the Kyogoku House would knock on your door to collect the money borrowed. You explained to them a thousand times that you were still recovering it with your sales, but the same situation was repeated over and over again until 3 more months passed and the news reached Warabihime's ears.

Annoyed, she decided that you should pay one way or another, what did you think you were to steal like that with the money she earned? The next debt collector did not knock on your door, he simply entered through your window next to a long piece of fuchsia fabric with floral designs that wrapped your entire body with the necessary force to immobilize you and lose you in its folds. Everything was dark, the feeling of being swallowed and suffocated completely within the density of an unknown tunnel accelerated your breathing horribly, squeezing your eyes, you lost track of time. You didn't know if it had been hours or even days, you woke up feeling tired and with stiff joints, you tried to scream but your mouth was gagged and your eyes were blindfolded. Your waist and under your breasts were tight with something as were your hands and arms up, leaving you kneeling on the hard, dry ground. You were kidnapped, you didn't think this situation would get out of control but you should have assumed it was someone else's money.

Raucous laughter filled the room as you began to move, trying to get out of the grip of the fabric that pressed against your body.

"You look so pathetic, it's useless, any attempt is ridiculously useless." It was a male voice, shrill but hoarse at the same time, which made you feel chills down your spine. You heard barefoot footsteps approaching you, when you felt a hand pull your hair to shake your head mockingly. "Do you really think you could fool my sister? You poor stupid bitch!" He laughed again, carelessly removing your blindfold, messing up your hair.

Your vision was cloudy, not to mention everything was a little dark, but as your eyes recovered, you managed to make out a tall man in front of you, hair greenish and messy. Although he was quite strong in his arms and chest, his rib bones were visible above his thin waist. Inky black spots painted his face and body in a way never seen before in your eyes. The fear and uncertainty of what would happen now was killing you and you felt like very soon you would really be dead.

"I will take care of collecting every last cent with your blood, I will make you wish you had never set foot in this world..."

The man was approaching you menacingly, with a kind of bloody sickle in his hand while he grabbed your chin with the other. Your eyes were tearing and your mouth was sobbing under the gag, your terror of death was enormous, there was nothing more that scared you in this life than a slow and painful death and this man was willing to give it to you, but you were also willing to do anything to avoid any suffering. "Let me take this from you, pretty...I like hearing human screams as they watch me tear their stomachs open in front of their eyes." The man moved a hand and the gag in your mouth slipped, leaving your sobs uncovered. Your heart was beating non-stop and your soul was almost leaving your body when you watched the man's weapon rise above you.

"WAIT WAIT!! PLEASE WAIT!! I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!!" You shouted desperately, catching his attention. Usually the boy never listens to the requests of his prey, but seeing a young and pretty woman like you so vulnerable before him, made him curious about what you had to say. He stopped his murderous movement and let you talk.

"Fast." He ordered. This was your chance, you had to do anything to save yourself, anything no matter what. You tried to calm your breathing and cleared your throat.

"I know I owe a lot of money to this house, I wasn't avoiding anything, I just couldn't get it at the agreed time." His yellow eyes stared intimidatingly at you. "I know I have to pay but I don't want to do it with my life...could it be...another way?" The tone of your voice changed drastically on the last sentence, still concerned but you managed to sound needy and agitated, in a sensual way. As you finished speaking, you looked the man straight in the eyes as you slowly opened your legs on your spot. Waiting for a response.

He didn't say anything, he just stuck his sickle into the ground and crouched in front of you. Your reaction worried you. But it was unpredictable when he started laughing madly.

"It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen! Completely pathetic! Are you seriously willing to offer me your body so I don't kill you? To let someone as disgusting as me fuck you to spare your life?"

You didn't act on impulse, you had already slept with a friend in exchange for favors a few years ago so you were willing to do it if your life was at risk. The man approached you, his right hand went straight to the collar of your kimono to pull it down and leave your breasts almost completely exposed, making you gasp. This boy was not stupid, since he saw you you seemed attractive to him and he would have eventually taken you by force if his sister had not demanded that he kill you immediately, but since you were offering yourself, he was not going to waste the opportunity.

"W-What's your name?" you asked. He hesitated a little before answering.

"Gyutaro...why the fuck do you want to know that?"

"To know whose name I must moan and beg for more."

A smile formed on your opponent's face, but not just any smile, it was a dark and selfish smile, full of lust and mockery. With a single movement of his hands, Gyutaro made the obi around your body loosen to open your clothes and admire your naked body under your kimono, two other pieces of cloth adhered to your thighs to lift your legs and keep them open. It seemed like he was able to control that flowery obi.

"The amount you owe is very large girl, your payment will be according to that."

Gyutaro approached you, you could see the large bulge that had quickly formed between his legs under his pants, he moved his face towards you and began to lick and suck your neck vigorously making you moan as you felt his hot and wet touch. He continued with your shoulders and collarbones while massaging your thighs vigorously until he brought one of his hands to one of your breasts, squeezing the fat roughly making you moan loudly.

"Do you like it, you little slut?" He said, looking at your entire blush but you were nodding frantically.

"Y-Yes...continue."

Gyutaro squeezed both of your breasts, massaging your skin and positioning himself between your legs, he pulled down his pants and let his erect, wet tip rub sloppily against your lips and your wet center. His smile widened when he noticed your back arch slightly as you felt his member on your clit, making your juices begin to wet it. His hands squeezed harder until he left red marks from his fingers on your tits, your nipples were hard and rigid under his touch so he couldn't help but bend down and take one of them between his teeth to play with it and stimulate it with his tongue. He had his eyes fixed on your body, reveling in your soft but needy moans as he sucked and scored you hard. Your arms were still, bound tightly by the obi over your head, suppressing any urge to tug on his hair to signal him to continue.

The moment Gyutaro opened your labia with two fingers and started playing with your clit with his thumb made you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

"Aaah!! Yes, there, there Gyutaro....k-keep touching me there mmmhh..."

His touch continued and sped up, his short nails sliding between your hole making you clench and buck your hips. You felt the obi on your thighs move to spread your legs wider and you looked down immediately when you felt Gyutaro's tongue wrap around your clit, playing with it between his teeth, looking at you with a lascivious smile. The sight of him wedged between your open legs, with your pussy in his face and your face between your two breasts showing off your hard nipples was priceless. With his two thumbs, he took your lips and parted them to highlight your bulge between your wet and slippery folds, to fuck you needily with his tongue, making your hips stutter and your knees bend even more. Your taste was incredible, he had never tasted anything like it.

Gyutaro continued licking and sucking each of your folds while you melted between moans and obscene pleas to want to cum.

"AA-AAHHH!! Gyu-taro-oo-aaah! So, keep it up...you fuck me so good, so good! I wanna cum, I wanna cum...would you like me to cum now? Over, all over your face? Aaa-aaah- that I covered your mouth with all my orgasm?" You said, moving your hips up, bringing your pussy closer to him.

Gyutaro looked at you and wiped the remains of your juices from his chin before speaking. "Of course I would...but I would like more to feel you covering my cock, honey."

Gyutaro immediately got on his knees and without thinking twice he spread your legs wide open and spat on your pussy in a contemptuous manner, and then entered your hole without warning, in a single movement. You moaned loudly and obscenely when you felt his length pass through you, you could intensely feel how your walls stretched to try to take his size and contracted back around him to suck him hard. You knew your pussy was doing a good job when you saw him moan and curse, tilting his head back.

"Fuck...mmmhh, what a good cunt..." Gyutaro said, thrusting into you again to get deeper.

He loved the way you were moving and how submissive you were being underneath him. Gyutaro started touching your tits again as he bent down to suck your hard nipples and make you moan. His body trembled as your hole surrounded him tightly, so tight, making ropes of cum begin to leak into you, approaching his orgasm. That sensation led him to move faster inside you. It wasn't being so bad after all, you could be screaming and dying from the pain, maybe you wouldn't even be alive anymore, but now you were safe, being fucked by a demon but at least you were screaming in pleasure and not pain. This man had something special, you knew he was very dangerous but that idea was only turning you on even more, and even more so seeing yourself in this situation. You looked down and could see your open legs and lips receiving Gyutaro, watching your clit outside of you being pressed against his cock with each of his thrusts, hitting your most sensitive spot again and again until you were completely wrapped around him and you began to move vigorously, making your breasts bounce on you and letting all your juices come out on him, bathing him with your orgasm, forming a thick, white ring around his penis, dripping between your legs.

Gyutaro couldn't help but smile at having that thick, wet feeling on him, which led him to cum almost immediately the moment your walls clenched intensely and you milked him completely. Gyutaro covered you with his seed from the inside out, making you feel wet and slippery from the hot, white liquid poured into you, leaking out little by little through the folds of your center, arching your waist.

"AAAHH G-GYUTARO!!" You moaned, almost screaming. Your hips continued to move almost instinctively until he was satisfied and stopped using you. It seemed like he would never get tired but little by little his pace slowed down until his breathing calmed down.

"W-what...what's your name?" He asked.

“Y/n…” you answered tiredly.

"Well, Y/n, your debt has been settled..." At that moment Gyutaro pulled out of you without warning, making you moan as you felt his member rubbing along your walls until the exit, leaving you wet and empty beneath him.

The obi that was restraining your arms and legs was completely removed from your entire body, leaving you free. You thought Gyutaro would finally let you go or something, but instead of doing that, he grabbed your kimono and took it off completely. Even though he had just fucked you relentlessly, you noticed that his erection was not disappearing, actually, his tip was beginning to leak as he ran his fingers over his slit in a dirty way in front of you looking at your body. "But the interests are still missing..." he said, laughing with desire and taking your arm to turn you around and hover over you like an animal in heat.

Gyutaro inhaled your scent and began to rub his tip on your ass, pressing you to the ground. He would make up a valid excuse for his sister later, informing her that you were his new toy and she shouldn't kill you.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #gyutaro smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

He could be quiet, Oliver reasons, glancing at the charcoal smudge of Elio’s lashes where they lie upon his Bottichelli cheekbones. The rhythmic rise of his shoulders as he breathes deep and even. Just knock one out into a tissue - or whichever item of clothing he finds on the hardwood floor - then settle in for a few more hours of sleep.

THE ESSENCE OF PLEASURE (IS SPONTANEITY)

The ethereal glow of moonlight still swathes their Manhattan apartment when Oliver jerks awake at some ungodly hour, hard and disorientated from a particularly vivid dream. Elio’s sprawled on his stomach beside him. Slender arms secreted under his mountainous pillows. Nose buried so thoroughly in the striped material that his occasional snuffling snores are barely audible over the yowling tomcat in the communal courtyard, below.

Ever the perfectionist, his exhausted boyfriend has been burning the candle at both ends: taking full advantage of Juilliard's sound-proof practice rooms to cram for his upcoming assessments. Keeping him fed and functional is an uphill battle - Pro and Annella’s sage advice notwithstanding - so Oliver hopes he’ll rest for a good while longer, yet. In all honesty, he wishes the same for himself, but his erection shows no sign of flagging, and the pressure of the sheets alone is a marked distraction at his aching groin. 

He should get up, really. 

Satisfy his carnal urges in the bathroom across the hall. 

But the bed is comfortable, despite its age, the ill-fitting window lets in a draft, and for his sins, the familiar musk of Elio’s skin - the underlying hints of Marlboro cigarettes, bergamot shower gel, and Oliver’s own Drakkar Noir - throws a fierce accelerant on the molten core of his arousal.  

Discretion might be the better part of valour, but where there’s a will, there’s most certainly a way: as evidenced by his maestro’s miraculous presence at all. And he could be quiet, Oliver reasons, glancing at the charcoal smudge of Elio’s lashes where they lie upon his Bottichelli cheekbones. The rhythmic rise of his shoulders as he breathes deep and even. Just knock one out into a tissue - or whichever item of clothing he finds on the hardwood floor - then settle in for a few more hours of sleep. 

The lingering aroma of spent passion hangs enticingly in the air, and flicking his left nipple between thumb and forefinger, Oliver’s thoughts wander to the frenzied smacks of their bodies the night before. The whispered words of encouragement as he thrust inside him. Harder. Faster. Più profondo! The eventual pleas for mercy when it was Elio’s nipples he took between his teeth; working the sensitive peaks until they were red and puffy.

He can hear them still - those phantom cries ringing out like a tefillah - and Oliver’s heart trips over itself as he throws caution to the wind. 

Eases the rumpled bedding from his bobbing manhood. 

Gathers the slippery beads of excitement to ease his way.

A vehicle pauses on the street outside. A muffled rendition of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird rising from its tinny speakers. Oliver closes his eyes on the guitar solo - wriggles to make himself comfortable - and focusing on his sensitive tip, pretends it’s Elio’s whip-smart mouth stretching to accommodate his glans. Unsurprisingly, the mental picture zips a molten trail up his spine, so Oliver proceeds to jerk his cock in earnest; swallowing the raspy groans that choke his tinder-dry throat. 

Imagination turns to need - already, this bears the hallmarks of his fastest orgasm in years - and fumbling blindly over the side of the mattress, he forces his fretful hips immobile as he snags a pair of cotton boxers from amidst tomorrow’s discarded laundry. Elio’s, he discovers, thanks to a surreptitious sniff; the unadulterated scent a powerful aphrodisiac as he brings it to his face.

Just like clockwork, his strokes grow frenetic. The tightness of his scrotum building exponentially as a blazing fire rages at the centre of his being. Beyond his control, the tense muscles of his thighs tremble with urgency - no less violent than the stuttering of his lungs - and the garbled syllables trapped beneath his ribs emerge via stifled whimpers until -

A pointy chin digs into his shoulder.

Blunt nails skim the fading scar on his side.

A second, unabashed palm encloses his fist.

He didn’t hear the tell-tale signs of Elio stirring: the unsubtle creak of their worn-out box springs as he shuffled to close the scant distance between them. Or maybe he did, Oliver debates, while Elio presses a soft, barely-there kiss to his jaw. Airy and teasing, and nowhere near enough. Maybe he’d simply deemed it part of the fantasy. But the shock - the livewire sensation of Elio pulling rank on his pleasure - strikes a deliberate chord, and with a strangled whimper Oliver’s shoved past the thin grey line labelled just about there to right fucking now; his climax exploding like a supernova as bright white orbs dance behind his eyelids. 

It’s devastating in its intensity, yet Elio giggles with clear delight as liquid heat coats their still-moving knuckles. “Better now?” he asks, voice gravelly over his thundering pulse, and Oliver barely has the wherewithal to nod when the other man wriggles southwards, seemingly intent on licking the pearly streaks from his heaving midsection. 

***

Happy Valentine's Day, Peaches... remember when I went through that phase of shameless Oliver wank fics? Well, I figured these two idiots deserved a happy ending ❤️

#cmbyn fanfic #call me by your name #elio x oliver

[umadosedepascal]

LOSING GAME | Pedro pascal x f!reader | PART II

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You meet Pedro again not just to take back your panties. He wants to play a game, who’s going to lose?

wc: 4.2k

rating/warnings: [unprotected sex] [spanking ass] [let's play] [smoke] [oral sex f receiving m receiving] [masturbation][beg for me] [creampie] [Smut] [Pedro fucks you wearing glasses] [Pedro rubbing the armchair]

He sits on the edge of the bed just wearing boxers, scratching his beard and thoughtful, still a little sleepy he picks up his phone and send me a message “Hi my dear, you better come here to regain dignity instead of your undies...😉"

He throws his phone on the bed, gets up and goes towards the bathroom, while looking at his reflection in the mirror he picks up the shaver, turn it on and thinks aloud "what am I doing? Yeah.. right.. I have to.." taking off his boxers he enters the shower, feeling the hot water caress his skin, Pedro closes his eyes feeling the water run down his face, and memories of what happened on that flight yesterday. Pedro doesn't even notice, but when he opens his eyes he sees that he is smoothing his cock, up and down, squeezing a little when his hand reaches the tip, he shudders at the thought that maybe you have already answered his message. Pedro rests one hand on the wall of the box and with the other jerking with a little more force, the water falling into waterfalls on his back, he closes his eyes and remembers how you squeezed his cock with your pussy, a low moan escapes from his throat. The tip of his cock is dripping pre cum, lateral vein pulsates every time he squeezes his cock. Pedro feels a heat rising through his tummy, his balls contracting while his hand works firmly on his cock, jets of cum run along the water down the drain. Pedro takes the soap and trying to keep some sanity he finishes the bath.

He comes out of the bathroom in his black robe and sits in the armchair next to his bed, reaching for a silver box next to that he lights a cigarette, letting the smoke flood his lungs, the smoke coming out slowly through his mouth, he feels the droplets of water drip from his hair, scratching his neck until they flock to the fabric of the robe. He picks up his phone next to him and sees the message he just received:

"Oh that sounded a little threatening to me... I like it. Send me your location and maybe in 40 minutes I'll be at your door."

Pedro can't help the smile on his lips, he sends location and gets up to dress himself. White box briefs, old jeans, white shirt with sleeves up to the elbows with only first button done and he leaves his hair drying naturally, giving that sloppy and lazy feeling.

He goes downstairs towards the kitchen for some caffeine, while watching the coffee fill the mug, Pedro thinks about how incredibly crazy the week was, things he didn't do when he was young he is doing now. He laughs alone as he puts another cigarette between his lips, he goes up again to the room, grab her black panties and puts it in his pocket, when he is almost out of the room he hears the doorbell, his heart accelerates, his breathing getting heavy automatically.

He goes down the stairs in a hurry, when he opens the door face to face with you and soon he remembers how hot and tigh you are.

Pedro rests his left arm on the door frame, while his right hand takes the cigarette from his lips. He stares at you in silence, just smiling like hell while releasing the smoke.

He could not deny that his heart was slightly racing, that delicious nervousness that he thought only teenagers could feel, but on the outside he was always good at acting, perhaps mask up what he feels. He would be lying if he said he didn't know that playing like that and lure at the same time didn't work.

Of course it worked. But you never let it lie and smile back to him with eyes half-closed.

Pedro could feel like he was starting to get silly with you, but he wouldn't admit it. Not now. No way.

“Hi sweetheart!”

You look away, still smiling. You like that nickname.

“Am I late?”

He stared at your lips. That lipstick.

“Definitely not.”

He responds, immediately taking you softly by the arm, while putting the cigarette in his mouth again. He brings you into the house without deflecting his eyes from you at any time.Your heart accelerates with the scene, the few words, that look. If you played dirty, hidding panties in his pocket, showing up with that fucking smile and a tempting look at his door, he would also do way worse.

Pedro offers a drink, you accepts, but you both know where it will end up.

He hands the glass of wine and sits on the couch next to you. He stretches a little and puts his hand in his pocket and there it hangs between his fingers, your panties.

Pedro looks at you as if he wanted answers, you just smile and the next moment he pulls you to his lap, making you put your legs around his waist, he gets up and slowly climbs the stairs with you on his lap.

At no time, he smooths you, no kisses, he doesn't even say anything, he just looks you in the eye, you can see that brown sea on fire.

You begging from the inside, but this time he won't give in, not so fast. Pedro kicks the bedroom door, and throws you on his bed and says with a perverse smile

"Do you like games? Let's see how much you can handle...”

Pedro takes your panties again and climbs on top of you, taking your wrists and putting it on top of your head, he ties your hands with it.

You move around in bed, boosting your body against his.

- I’m going to lose this game! -

"Be quiet! Let me see how good you are." he says in your ear, a low and hoarse voice.

Pedro kneels on the bed, your legs stuck in the middle of his and in a sudden movement Pedro holds your shirt and tears it, you scream, you feel on your body in shock, feeling your pussy pulse, your panties already wet.

-You gonna to lose-

He grabs your breasts tightly, his big hands and fingers pinching your nipples, he looks at you with a motherfucker look that makes you weaken. Take a hand to your face and subtly goes down until it reaches your neck.

Pedro squeezes hard, making you moan, and that makes him squeeze more

"Are you enjoying?"

His hand is so warm and soft, and every time he caresses your breasts it's as if all your skin is burning.

"Do you think you gonna win this game?" You say with a malicious smile, he smiles and puts his hands down to your pants, taking it off so fast, his hands returning to your hips, squeezing hard, I feel his fingers playing with the sides of your panties, his eyes watching the moisture in the fabric, he pulls his panties down your legs, throwing it in any corner. You move your hands forcing the fabric that holds them, when I feel the fabric tear, you smile at him, his eyes widen seeing that you let go. You felt in bed, running your hands over his body, his white shirt, thin almost transparent fabric, you can see his nipples shiver with your touch.

You push him on the bed, sitting on top of him, reversing the game and instinctively slowly rub your groin on his, feeling his already hard cock under his jeans and slowly approaching his face you say:

"I didn't come here to play, but since you want to, I'm letting you know that I never lose..”

Your left hand goes down his tummy, playing with the waistband of his jeans you ask "what did you do with my undies all this time?"

He begins to stutter saying "I just realized was inside my pocket and and and.. I went to the plane washroom.. and I jerked of thinking about you.. and jizzed all over it" talking almost whispering in your ear, your hand slowly rises until it reaches his neck, caressing feeling the vein pulsating, and you say "what now?" He widens his eyes, scared remembering the other woman and gets lost, you repeat "what now?" Your lips shaving his hair, feeling his beard pinch your face, you run your tongue through his hot neck.

He says "now you got me..you can do whatever you want with me" maybe he's feeling a little bit of guilt.

You smile against his neck, biting his skin and then licking, straightening on his lap and dragging your hands through his chest and tummy you pull out his shirt, throwing it to the side, you go down your lips again to his neck, licking and biting, you pass your tongue through his collarbone, listening to his breath get heavy, you bite the exposed skin a little stronger and hear him whispering breathlessly "what are you going to do with me?" You don't touch him, just down anymore, getting on your knees between his legs, looking into his eyes you unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper so slowly, while whispering "you are going to suffer motherfucker..." Pedro smiles but his eyes show lust, curiosity and anxiety.

You move away and he tries to move, pulling you, you say in a low tone:

“Don't move honey”

You move your hands to the waistband of his pants and pull them throwing them to the floor, the volume in his underwear is tempting, there is a small pre cum stain spotted, you bite your lip in anticipation.

You run your fingers through the waistband of his boxers and pull it and let go, hearing the noise of the elastic hitting his skin, he gruni low

You say "come babe, sit there on that chair" pointing to the armchair next to the bed.

He obeys you, he seems stunned, confused but doesn't say anything.

You kneel between his legs and run your nails through his cock over his boxers, looking into his eyes you hook your fingers on the sides of his undies and pull down, 7 in cock jumping out hard, light pink head reddish with drops of pre cum accumulating. You carefully pull his underwear to the middle of his thighs.

"How much do you want my mouth, Pedro?"

"Fuck, just suck me" he moans

You smile and say again very slowly.

"How. much. do you want, Pedro? Say it"

“Fuck.. I need it now, please"

You moan to hear him beg, you drag your hands around his thighs and hold his cock by the base, he is throbbing in your hand, shining pre cum running down, you run your thumb over the head spreading and then looking at him you suck your finger. He has his mouth open, you can hear his breath panting.

You bend over and put his cock in your mouth as much as you can, you feel it hit your throat and choke, you go back to the head and spit watching it drip and say:

"You're hot as fuck..."

You suck harder and Pedro moans, his cock pulsating on your tongue, the sweet and sour taste of pre cum flooding your tongue, every time you suck only his head he moans, his thighs tense.

You feel your pussy throbbing, but it's not yet time to give yourself up, you want to see him suffer for you.

It was certainly an incredible sight for Pedro. You keep sucking him, until you realize the rhythm that made his hands press the arms of the armchair harder. It was so exciting to see him like this, sometimes he couldn't keep his eyes open, his breath failed, his head thrown back, but it was even better when he just surrendered and kept looking down, the pleading look.

The constant rhythm was taking him to the apex. You could tell by the way he tried to stretch his legs and from time to time he slightly arched his hips, wanting to fuck your mouth.

You still like this, same rhythm.

“Fuc-k... just like that... you're so…”

He takes a deep breath, getting lost in his words.

“...Fucking good...”

You caress his balls with one hand while the other strokes him, sucking only the tip of his dick , enjoying every desperate moan that comes out of his lips

“.... I-I'm... I think I…”

-No you're not - you thought.

You slow down on purpose. So slowly that he lets out a loud, frustrated sigh.

“Hmmhp... Fuuuuck...” He moans, grabbing the arm of the armchair once again.

You wanted him to suffer, but at the same time you wanted to take the time he was there. You wanted to drive him crazy, but you couldn't deny that you were salivating, loving to feel him in your mouth. You wanted to prove it more, you wanted to get him out of your mouth from time to time and watch his gaze begging just feeling your hands, you wanted to play, you wanted it to last for hours, the absurd horniness that you were feeling just by getting on your knees in front of him.

When he realizes the way you look at him, so innocent, going down his mouth and going up slowly, something tells you that he understood. Obviously he was dying to cum, but the idea of lasting longer was not all bad. Sometimes you would just let your lips pass over his head slowly. You noticed that he took a deep breath, sometimes he repressed the moans. Until he starts caressing your hair. You just let your head turn a little aside, his hands run down yout cheek, your chin, while you keep sucking on him slowly, moaning with him in your mouth, enjoying every second.

"You like sucking me, huh?" - He says biting his lip, smiling a little, his hands making a torturous caress on your face, then your hair again.

You wanted to say yes, that you loved it, that it was wonderful. That you wanted to stay there for hours. But you couldn't give in like that.

Pedro realized that he was delivered into your hands, that that angelic look and the way you played with his cock was too much for him. He was trying as much as he could to recover from the "almost" orgasm he had. You looked so beautiful like that, kneeling to him -such a little whore...- he thought, his fingers running down your face, letting you torture him as much as you wanted. Then you say:

“I like when you beg”

“Ok. Now you gone too far” Pedro says��

You talk while you smile at him and run your tongue gently on his cock again, it was enough for all that desire he was feeling to fuck you like that night at the hotel to come like a fire and burn his whole body. He grabs your hair with his left hand, pulling you head up while holding your neck tightly with his right, tou can feel his fingers stuck in your neck so hard that your breathing fails, so he slowly approaches your face and says

"Do you think you have control of the situation, babe? "

He pulls you a little higher, taking you towards your body, still with his hand on ypur neck. And before you can answer he smiles, a malicious smile

“I love watching you trying, but I'll suck you until you scream my name..."

Bringing your face closer to mine. "and then I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going to beg to stop, my little bitch"

You let out an inevitable moan as he gets up from the armchair and pushes you towards the bed. You fall on your back and feel his hands caressing your thighs while he opens your legs, fuck, you’re already so wet, and feeling his hands near your pussy makes it pulse even more. He then slowly brings his face closer to your entrance, you can feel the warmth of his breathing, he kisses your thigh, biting and licking the inner part getting closer and closer to your pussy, this makes you grab the sheets to contain the moan as he kisses and gets closer, you can no longer contain the moans that come out quietly feeling your pussy soak, when he finally has his face between your legs, he raises his head looking at you, while I arch, gives a corner smile and says…

" I want you to beg me to go on, say..."

He looks at you seriously, both of you paralyzed in bed in the same position. He with his face stuck in your legs, you don't open your mouth, you don't beg. He gets up and puts on his glasses, lies on your side and says "are you kidding?" And you say... "I didn't come here only for my undies, you know?"

And he asks "for what then?" So you climb on top of him and rub your pussy on his hard cock and say "I came here to tease you only... just tease you..."

He staring at you without saying anything begins to slide his hand on your body up and down he distributes slaps on your ass, squeezing so hard

You rub yourself on his cock without letting him penetrate you say "you look so fucking hot wearing those glasses.. you look like a daddy.."

Without thinking twice he says panting "yes, I'm your daddy! Please let me get into you...”

You feel your body shaking at his request, but you won't give in yet "this way is good. I like teasing.. I can have an orgasm just doing it.. easily”

He holds your ass tightly, so strong that you know you will have marks he whispers so low “let your daddy get inside you..."

So you approach his mouth, with your lips almost touching each other you say between smiles "do it, daddy...but fuck me hard"

And in a fraction of a second, Pedro completely changes his attitude, his eyes darken, his jaw locks. He is silent, his hands stuck on you, grabbing your ass, he goes up one hand caresses your hair and tells you softly:

"Get up baby girl" you get up and he surrounds you like a lion wanting his hunt.

Pedro grabs your neck with his right hand and his left he stretches on the bed and takes your panties, he looks into your eyes and laughs, it's low sounds a little diabolical. With your panties between his fingers he says so low that for a second you thought you were hallucinating

"You little whore do you really think I would let you control me? I was lying to you, now you will see how I do it. Open your fucking mouth..."

You blink scared of the sudden change of attitude, but your pussy beats, your heart racing, you think he could hear it from here.

You open your lips and he smiles as he kneads your panties and puts it in my mouth, patting your cheek.

"You'll handle it quiet, right?"

You moan nodding your head.

He so slowly descends his hands down your neck, breasts, on your nipples he passes his fingertips so soft that it hurts. Then you feel the burning of his fingers squeezing them, he moans in approval every time your back arches, you rub your thighs into each other, feeling your excitement slide.

His hands go down to your belly, his nails scratching harder.

-ok, he wants revenge-

"Do you really think you can come to my house and control me?"

You whimper begging for more touch.

Pedro pushes you on the wall, turning your back to him, your tits crushed on the cold wall, the contrast makes you moan. You feelyour heartbeat in your ears.

And then the loud and dry sound, a slap, but it's not just any slap, it's a burning one that makes you scream and choke with the panties in your mouth.

"Do you know how that ass looks pretty red?"

And then one more, two, three, four and you lose count of how many slaps are gone. You feel tears in your eyes, but it's not pain, it's horny, it's despair, you need it.

You try to stretch your hand behind your back in the hope of touching him, he holds your wrist tightly and says to your ear

"Don't move baby girl, daddy will take care of you"

And then he kneels and you feel his breath on your ass and another slap, now he squeezes and crushes the flesh of your ass, hits your thighs. You never thought a beating would be so hot.

You moan every time his fingers smooth the burnt skin.

Pedro opens your legs and passes a finger on your pussy and moans…

"So fucking wet for me….you really want my cock don't you?”

You moan louder feeling him remove his fingers

"I'm ready daddy please fuck me" you murmur with your panties stuxk in your mouth, feeling him stand behind you with his cock rubbing on your back. He can't leave you like that, you feel like you can faint at any moment. Pedro caresses your hair, your cheek and says

"Shhhh shhhh don't worry baby.. you can take it. Like last time. Papi can make it fit"

He holds his cock by the base and rubs it at your entrance, teasing you, you raise your hips in an attempt to have it deeper.

"Get on your back for me" he says so calmly, fear runs through your spine making you shiver and tremble.

You position yourself and he moves away again, taking a cigarette from the ashtray he lights up and brings it, I hear his breathing holding and releasing the smoke from his lungs.

Pedro approaches the bed and his two hands frame your ass, he smoothes and gives several pats, goes down his nails down your thighs causing them to open more and your face to be glued to the mattress. You hear a noise and you deduce that he spat on his hand to jerk off.

"Look at you.. you really thought you were going to control me and now look at you little thing"

And without any warning Pedro sticks his face in your pussy, you feel the frame of his glasses pressing your ass, he growls and takes it off throwing his glasses on the bed. His tongue walks all over your pussy going up to your ass. His mustache tickles you, every little touch makes you hotter.

With one hand he opens your folders and sucks your clit, the sounds of his lips around you, his tongue rotating in your clit and then sticks it in your entrance.

You feel like you can cum at any moment and he seems to notice how your legs shake, he rises with his tongue passing through your ass again and leaves a strong bite on your right buttock.

"Now daddy tagged you baby girl"

You moan begging…

"Please Pedro fuck me now I can't wait anymore, please"

Pedro fits his cock into your pussy and puts it all at once, taking a loud moan out of your throat.

He starts to stock up hard, the sounds of his hips hitting your ass, his hands holding you tightly. One of his hands slides to tour back until he finds your nape, he pulls making you closer.

He moans loudly, cursing disconnected things, but that makes you more and more wet and make you squeeze his cock.

"Fuck! Me encanta when you squeeze me like that do it again"

You squeeze your pussy on his cock a few more times and you feel the orgasm coming into your body. The sweat soaking your back, you feel his hands slide and squeeze you more, his fingers stuck in your skin like a tattoo.

Pedro moans louder and then orders you

"Touch that pussy and cum on my cock little girl"

You put my hand between your legs and press your clit, it doesn't take so many movements, you’re so sensitive. With a loud moan you cum on his cock, feeling your whole body shake.

"Oh fuck... you take my cock so well... fuck.."

Your orgasm slows and makes your body so sensitive that you think you can break it, Pedro holds you by the waist and doesn't stop getting in, it's too much, it's agonizing.

"Fuck feel my cum in your tight pussy... Take it all"

Pedro cums so much that you feel it running down your thighs, he moans loudly your name.

He throws himself next to you, I turn your head to look at his eyes and there are those puppy eyes again.

He brings his face closer to yours, kisses you and bites your lower lip. So you smile and say in a dragged voice

"I stole your piercing"

He laughs out loud and straightens up to get closer to your ear, he says..

"I know and I'll get it back... Now let's go take a shower"

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A BL Platform For Everyone

NB: Please reblog this for visibility!

A little over two years ago, me and my BL crew were in our little chat sharing recommendations. 

Cat had an impressive spread sheet, Marcie and I had iCloud Notes, and it was pretty much chaos.

I looked at it and said out loud, "There has to be a better way for us to keep track of our reads and share recommendations. There has to be right?"

Cat said she wished someone would build a BL app with everything already there. Me, a developer of almost thirty years, paused while a floodlight (not a light bulb) went off in my head.

“Well I could maybe build one… cause like, I build stuff. How would that be?”

By the end of the conversation Cat had invited me to build an app for BL. 

Four weeks later, in late February of 2022, digitaljuicy.com was online. 

In the last couple of years, I’ve been listening to the fandom, paying attention to feedback, poured over analytics, read your responses to the Reader’s Survey and continued to craft a platform with all this in mind.

What I have been building is 100% for us... there is nothing but BL and it is an attempt to encompass ALL of BL. Not just the bits and pieces.

But for two years I've been struggling. Struggling in many ways, but specifically to get what I wanted out of the platform. I tried and failed so many times.

In September of 2022 I tried to raise venture capital to build the platform I wanted for us. I pitched it to accelerators and true blue venture capital.

Juicy is what is called 'pre-seed'. Which means were still so new and evolving, under-resourced and while there was interest, there was no joy. No funding was raised.

In December 2023, I realised it was time to rethink Juicy. i have been on the deepest dive for months rebuilding Juicy from the ground up and preparing the framework for the mobile app.

I’ve built something I want to use… and wild, I’m building it and using it as a fan at the same time. I'm at the point where it's impossible not to want to share.

And what kind of platform do I mean? At its most basic level:

You can track your reads, watches and plays

You can review and recommend the titles to the community, your friends, strangers on Twitter, your friend you're trying to corrupt outside the fandom. Your poison.

Timelines for you, for titles, for episodes, chapters… just about everything. I mean everything: The creators, the publishers, the studios, the actors... you can leave reviews and status posts on EVERYTHING. No algorithms, no force feeding... just discovery, recommendations and honest reviews by this community about our community and the industry we feed.

Collections! Lists of stuff you're reading, dropped, want to read, want to buy, love or hate, all pretty and organised and shareable..

A growing database resource of titles, tagged up to its eyeballs with a minutiae of data.. with reading an streaming links and anything else we find that we think is relevant.

But it is also a lot more than this.

I wanted it to be more than what it was. I want to turn Juicy into a mobile app, add some more functionality and more specifically, platform all of BL for its non-Asian fandom.

We get left out of so much, I feel like we need our own thing. 

I don’t know about ya’ll, but I was tired of being banned on social media for sharing content. How you gonna ban me for saying a 2D fictional character needs to be shot with shite and strung with cobweb? But they did… and I know it’s not just me.

What about the creators? How do they interface with the non-Japanese or non-Korean fandoms? On which misogynistic hell site?

What about the publishers and merchandisers? What about the little Etsy sellers? Why does BL have to hidden away in the databases of mangaupdates, anisearch and anilist? Why does every single manga tracker out there seem to have pitiful listings for BL? 

Is it because we’re a female or queer audience? 

Look at this lil video I made:

Either way, I’ve long felt it’s time for us to do our own thing. So I’ve been building it. Pixel by pixel. Feature by feature on my own.

Juicy has been a small chat group, but I’m the only developer. We’ve always been clear about what we wanted to build: A platform for the fandom, the creators, the publishers, the merchandisers… my goal is a one-stop platform for BL and I am damn close to presenting this new iteration.

This was and remains the core of what I’m building: The largest English platform for BL on the planet. The functionality is one thing, but building a database like that is not a one-person job.

So now I need your help.

First to keep the servers online, so I can continue to build and develop and finally, finally release the mobile app. I can't tell you how much I want that.

I’m close to pushing the new Juicy 3.0 out, and I’m very in love with the work I’ve done since December. It’s a new look, and it works 1000 times better than the previous iterations of Juicy.

I just have hit a wall financially, and need your help and support to get it over the line.

Juicy's ass is fat and I been carrying her mostly alone for two solid years. 

I’m going to launch a Kickstarter for this project in a bit so I can hire another developer  to help with the trickier bits and fine tune the mobile app, but for now, I felt a Patreon would at least help us keep the servers up and maybe, just maybe allow us to afford a few crucial bits that will elevate your experience as a user.

And because I’m a developer, and I can do some pretty kinky shit with APIs and such, if you support this Patreon campaign, you will get some nice feature perks on the platform automagically. You won’t have to pay again to access these perks in-app later.

As many perks as I can cook up anyway, not the least of which will be access to some of the nicer functions and features I’ve already built into the platform.

When the mobile app launches, you will get it first and for free! Plus we’ve been talking about a lot of other ways we can make the platform fun beyond what I've done already.

I plan to monetise the platform in various ways, but in a profit sharing model. You contribute to the database, you contribute content, you get a share of whatever the platform makes. This is already built into the system. This will be open to anyone willing, but to Patrons first.

Finally, I'm limiting the number of people who can subscribe via Patreon to 1000 people. Once we hit that number, the rolls will be closed to new membership, and everyone directed to the platform to pay for any services or merchandise.

My goal for this group of Patrons is that you become an exclusive and tightly knit inner circle.

My hope is that you will help me actively shape what Juicy will become. Your votes and say will carry weight. Your feature requests considered and if possible implemented first.

You will get access to exclusive merchandise, exclusive giveaways and promos (like free stuff), and exclusive programming from the team.

With your help we will produce an exclusive podcast for Patrons only discussing all things BL and Juicy (honestly our conversations are generally wild and hilarious... it will be a rollick for sure), along with other content for Patrons only. We've even planned watch parties and other fun shit... I swear, we want you all to be our greatest ambassadors so we are planning as many treats as we can.

Your access on the platform will be specific to your Patreon subscription and your treatment will be VIP for the life of your subscription.

Finally, the way my auADHD are set up, I have no interest in the dramas of the BL fandom, so this is never going to be about gatekeeping access to anything. It’s about making more access possible. You can help bring us all together and make us stronger as a group.

So do you think Digital Juicy sounds like something you’d like in on?

Okute Sea

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Speed Up

a piece i wrote for my moon that was too good not to share it!! inbox is very full, im trying to get out all the requests, but it is still opened :)

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, fingering, car sex, idk let me know what else i miss.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” You asked, squeezing the side of Josh’s arm as he drove you on some mystery road-trip. He smiled at the dark road you both were bouncing over. Wherever he was taking you, the country surroundings suggested there wouldn’t be modern conveniences like hot water and cell phone reception.

“Because I’m enjoying your attempts to pull it from me far too much,” he answered, glancing over at you. His eyes sparkled with wicked joy. Your heart did a flip in your chest.

“Is that so?”

He made a noise of agreement and gave you a shy flirtatious smile.

“Fine, if you want to play games, I can play,” you said unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over until you were situated across his lap. You laced your fingers behind his neck as you settled your weight on him, you were so grateful you decided to wear a skirt tonight. You felt the jeep accelerate a few notches but didn’t say anything. You could feel the steering wheel behind your back, Josh kept one hand on the steering wheel, one eye on the road, but the rest of his body was focused on you.

He gave you one of his sly smirks but it disappeared immediately when your mouth covered his. It wasn’t quite a moan, it went deeper than that, but the sound that came from his chest when your lips parted his and your tongue crept into his mouth was all Josh. You weren’t paying the jeep that much attention, but you thought you might have detected another increase in speed. Josh kissed you back, matching every slide of my tongue and movement of your lips with his own. His free hand slid beneath your sweater, traveling up your back. It was warm, soft, and touched me so delicately. The jeep hit a particularly nasty bump, slamming your lap down hard against his.

Heat spread from the area between your legs, and this time it was you who made a noise that came from somewhere deep within. The dangerous reality of the two of you driving down a dark, gravel country road at thirty to forty miles an hour didn’t quite sink in when your hands left his neck to tug at the hem of your sweater. If he wasn’t going to do it, you were.You threw the sweater over your head and into the backseat.

“Babe,” Josh said, his voice was slightly strained so you knew you were doing something very right. “I’m trying to drive here.”

Moving your mouth just outside his ear, you whispered, “Me too,” right before you took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking it softly.

Another sound slid up his throat, this one so loud it caused his chest to vibrate against mine. “Hell with it,” he said, with no hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. It was as firm and resolute as his body thrumming beneath yours.

With one flick of his fingers, your bra snapped open, sliding down your arms until it landed on the floor beside Josh’s feet. His mouth covered yours again, hot and unyielding. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to if it meant not being able to kiss Josh like he was kissing you right now.

“A little help?” he breathed in between kisses. His hand grabbed yours and lifted it to the top button of his shirt. “Unless you want to finish this thing in the hospital, I’ve got to keep one hand on the wheel.” His words were strained, like you knew yoirs would be if you could talk right now. “I want to feel you against me,” he said when your fingers forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Even with both hands fumbling with it, it took you one long kiss to get the first button freed. Realizing the year would be over before you finished the job, you stopped kissing him so you could focus. A bit more. The way he looked at you as you pulled away rendered you almost useless.

“Are you sure this is safe?” You asked, forcing yourself to take a controlled breath. You had to replace and store as much oxygen as your lungs were capable of before getting back to Josh. “Not that I really care, but I’m sure we’re breaking about every traffic law ever.” Two more buttons free, a few more to go.

You grinned, it was the little things that made you happy.

Josh’s smile evened out as both eyes met yours for an instant. “Of course you’re safe,” he promised, his glance shifting back to the road. “I would never put you in harm’s way. I would never let anything happen to you,” he said, like it was a mantra. “You know that. Right?”

“Of course I do,” you said, looking down at him before focusing on the next button. You weren’t letting the turn in conversation stop you. “I was just checking. Straddling a driver while we attempt to undress each other at forty miles per hour is a first for me. Just wanted to get the safety seal of approval before proceeding.”

“This better be a first,” he said, the seriousness of before fading. “And consider your safety seal stamped. I can control a vehicle better than I can control myself.”

“Baby,” you said, freeing the last button right before you tugged the shirt free from his pants, “your words never fail to make me want to swoon and squirm at the same time.”

Pulling his shirt from his body, you slid your chest against his. The soft parts of your body molded to the hard parts of his. The lightest sheen of sweat was covering his chest, mixing with the glow on yours. Another uptick of the speedometer arrow.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” he said, his free hand clamping tight around your back.

“You never do,” you whispered through a smile as your hands moved down the cut ridges of his stomach, settling on the seam of his jeans. Now this button your fingers managed to tug free in the time it took for one surprised inhalation from Josh. “Baby.” There was warning in his voice, but also welcoming.

Pinching his zipper between your thumb and finger, you slid it down, torn between wanting to savor the moment and wanting to let it devour you whole. Done with the zipper, you folded the material of his jeans down and slid over him once more, until you could feel his body warmth between your legs. He groaned, moving beneath you, making you gasp out loud.

“Fuck,” he muttered as both arms wrapped around you before he slammed on the brakes. His arms were tight, tighter than any seatbelt would have been.

“I thought you could handle it,” you said, smirking at him.

His chest rising and falling hard against yours, he met your smirk with one of his own. “I was wrong.” And then his mouth was on yours, his hands cupping your face. His body pushed against yours, arching my back over the steering wheel.

“Yes?” You managed to get out. It was a one-word question, and he didn’t need any further explanation. You felt his smile against your mouth as his tongue teased yours for another moment. He held your face as firmly as one could and still be considered gentle; his mouth pulled back, and his eyes met yours.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

You sneaked your hand into the waistband of his boxers and gave his length a few pumps. He sighs against your mouth.

“Play fair,” he says as he moves the fabric of your skirt out of the way and dips his hand in your panties. He rubs your clit slowly and languidly, taking his time, savoring you.

Your mouth crashes against his once again and your core aches to have him fill you up.

“I need to feel you inside me,” you tell him, springing his hard cock free of his boxers. He moves your panties to the side and you slide his length along your wet folds. You take him all in slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to the fullness of him.

He latches his mouth against your breasts and you roll your hips to ride him as he toys with your nipple.

“You’re perfect,” he says to you, giving your hips a squeeze.

His teeth graze your collarbone and you gasp out at the sting of the sensation. You feel his tongue run across your skin and you know there will be a purple mark there the next day. You move your hands to the nape of his neck and give his curls a tug.

He trails kisses up your neck and lands on your mouth. The kiss deepens are you both fight for dominance over the over, you move your pace faster on his cock. His hand moves from your hip to your clit and begin to rub it in quick fast circles to match your pace. Your body begins to tense at the stimulation. You know you are close.

You arch your back and press your chest against him and call out his name.

“I’m so close, cum with me please.”

“I’m right there with you,” he tells you as he begins to thrust up to meet you halfway when your pace falters. The heat of your orgasm begins to wash over you. The fire scorches through every vessel of your body.

“Josh,” you moan out, “I’m cumming, don’t stop,”

“I won’t,” he says, latching on to your peaked nipple once again. You shut your eyes and continue to fuck him through your orgasm. You feel his cock twitch and you feel him empty inside of you.

Your body pulses as you come down from your high, you open your eyes and find him staring straight at you. Both of you were breathing heavy, sweat beaded your chests and eyes were heavy with the high of ecstasy.

You feel his cock grow soft inside of you and you bring your lips to meet his in a soft, feather of a kiss.

“What are the odds we repeat this again in twenty minutes?” He asks you as he helps you pull your sweater over your head and climb back over to your seat.

He puts the jeep in drive.

Your body was still alive with the feeling and thrill of him.

“I’d say very likely, my friend.”

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Back to December

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Content: Angst, breakup, apologies, miscommunication, based off back to December

A/N: In honor of Speak Now Taylor Version!!! Been listening to her on repeat. Pls listen to the song while reading for the full effect.

  Javier should be happy, he had just taken down one of Cali’s godfathers, it was a dream for most DEA agents to do that. There was a celebration going on in the department for him and yet, he felt empty and anxious, the same kind of anxiety you get when you lose something close to you. He pushed his way through the crowd, stopping only briefly to force out a polite smile and shake some hands of the people who are congratulating him. Javier never liked the attention anyways, the congratulatory messages felt undeserving and insincere after hearing it for the umpteenth time. 

  “Start without me.” He replied to the various requests of wanting to toast him. Something was very wrong, he feels it in his gut. It was incredibly infuriating because Javier just can’t seem to pinpoint it 

   The epiphany hit him like a truck. Javier let out a shaky breath as he stepped on the accelerator in his car. A string of Spanish curses erupted from his lips, each one getting louder as he got more frustrated with himself. He couldn’t lose you. 

   Javier knew something was wrong the moment he stood outside his apartment. His gut telling him to just turn around and go enjoy his celebration, drowning himself in the alcohol before he could fully comprehend what has happened. Still, his determination to find out the truth was strong, giving him the courage to open the door even if he knew that he wouldn’t find you behind it. Javier strode through his small apartment, his heart sinking with every empty room. His eyes searching for you in desperation. Javier ran his hands through his hair, letting out another curse word in Spanish Your belongings that decorated his living space was long gone, the clothes that hung next to his were nowhere to be seen. Javier dragged himself to the comfort of his kitchen, needing the alcohol to numb the pain in his heart when he finally noticed the note with your handwriting, placed right next to the roses he had bought for you on his way home just a few days ago. 

   “I’m so sorry.” Three words and you were gone. Javier downed the alcohol in one go, letting the burn of the whiskey burn away the lump in his throat. His only comfort and reminder of you now were the roses in front of him, the only sign that being with you wasn’t all a figment of his imagination. 

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I'm so glad you made time to see me

How's life? Tell me, how's your family?

I haven't seen them in a while

You've been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

Your guard is up and I know why

You fidgeted with your hands anxiously as you waited for Javier’s arrival. You weren’t sure if he would even show up. So seeing his broad shoulders enter the bar made you sigh in relief. He was wearing a white button-up with a tie, having long abandoned the black outerwear. Javier gave you a nod of acknowledgment while you smiled at him, “You still drink whiskey neat right?” You asked, gesturing to the whiskey you had already bought for him. “Yeah, yeah I do.” He replied, giving you a smile back in return. The tension rose in the air as the both of you enjoyed the drinks. 

  It had been 2 years. 2 years since you left the 2-year relationship with nothing more than 3 words.  

   “Thanks for coming.” You began. “How’s life?” You continued with the most basic of conversations. Javier's eyes met yours, hurt clouding his vision. The both of you have drifted to the point of talking about the usual common conversation topics. He tore his eyes away from you. “And Chucho, he doing ok?” You questioned further, trying to stop the silence from settling in between the both of you. Javier shrugged, “He’s good. I-I haven’t been back lately.” He admitted with a grimace and from the look on his face, you knew Javier was cussing himself out for not going back to visit him. Javier always blamed himself. However, you didn’t feel like you were the right person to be offering him comfort. “Work has been a little overwhelming,” Javier confessed, taking another sip of his drink. “I saw.” You nodded, “Um- through the news and all.” You inhaled, you weren’t sure if Javier cared but you figured he had to know. “I’m proud of you, you’re really making a difference.” Javier's eyes shot up to meet yours before he let out a laugh, “Am I?” He asked incredulously. Javier tried to ignore the pain in his heart, he had lost you to pursue this change in the world, was it really worth it? Javier shook his head, turning his head to the crowd in the bar instead. You knew him well enough to know that he didn’t need any other comments, he didn’t want to continue this conversation about his contributions. 

   It was small talk and curt replies. You clenched your jaw to stifle the ache in your heart. It hurts, it made it hard to breathe. Javier used to look at you with adoration and a soft smile, now he was avoiding your eye contact despite you trying your best to hold onto him. It was the consequences of your actions after all, you had to face it one day or another, or you could let the guilt and the possibility of ‘what could have been’ haunt you for the rest of your life. 

  You never knew that Javier being on guard around you would hurt you this much. It was only now did you realize how much he had truly opened up to you then. How much he trusted you with his vulnerabilities only for you to take it all for granted. 

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

You gave me roses and I left them there to die

  The pained look on his face every time he met eye contact with you was enough to break your heart. He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw before averting his gaze away from you, as though it physically hurts him to look at you. Like a moth to a flame, no matter how much it hurts, Javier couldn’t help the fact that his eyes. would always search for yours. The note next to the roses, he could remember it like it was yesterday. He has replayed that memory so many times till the point it had burned itself into the lining of his mind, trying to find out what had gone so wrong between the both of you. He was sure everything was well, he was sure he gave himself fully to you. The withered roses he had came back to after burying himself in work was another cruel reminder that his relationship with you had came to an end. 

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These days, I haven't been sleepin'

Stayin' up playin' back myself leavin'

When your birthday passed and I didn't call

  Javier Peña never left your thoughts. He rarely did when you were with him and he never did when you left him. There were fragments of him everywhere you went, especially when it reached his birthday month. The memory of you packing up, of you breaking down on his couch the very same night before you finally mustered the courage to leave and not turn back. It was a rash and impulsive decision but if you gave it any other extra thought you would not have committed to leaving. The worst part of it all? The relationship would have destroyed you no matter if you had chosen to leave or stay with Javier and you didn’t want to drag him down into the wreckage. The problem was you, you didn’t want to fight, you didn’t want it to end in an ugly fight, so you left. Or maybe you were just too afraid to open up and face Javier. The word ‘maybe’, was what kept you awake at night. You would stare at the calendar on your desk, the date marked with “Javi’s birthday” was like a stab to your chest. You should call, at least wish him, and hope he isn’t overworking himself and that he had all three meals. You fidgeted with the pen in your hand, trying to put yourself in Javier’s shoes. Ultimately, you would come to the conclusion that it was unfair to leave him, only to reappear in his life on his birthday showing concern for him. You swallowed, forcing yourself to scribble out that reminder on your calendar. You didn’t need it anymore. 

   On the other side of the earth, Javier's fingers hovered over your contact number in a payphone booth. Curls of his hair have fallen onto his forehead and stuck to it because of the sweat. He missed you so much, he just wanted to hear your voice. Especially when he had just dodged a bullet and barely made it back to Bogota alive. Javier needed you. 

   But he still forced himself out of the payphone booth. You must have left for a reason. 

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side

And realized I loved you in the fall

  The most beautiful moments in your life were spent with Javier. It was hard forgetting such beauty. The times when he would drive you around his hometown, excitedly telling you all about his childhood and pointing out buildings. When his shoulders were less tensed and a smile graced his features easily in the comfort and safety of his hometown. When his laugh made your stomach fill with butterflies and your ears turn red. It was a simple memory but it carried so much beauty. That Javier was a different person compared to the Javier you see in Columbia. Maybe things would have turned out differently if he was always that Javier who was happy and not the version of him in Columbia who had a constant scowl on his face, a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows from frowning too much, and the asshole who pushed everyone away. 

   You loved it when the orange hues of autumn and the sunlight was paired together, highlighting his features, and making his smile even brighter than it already is. You preferred it more than a dim desk lamp that cast a shadow against his face as he worked tirelessly into the night. Sadly, that was the version of him you were more familiar with, the scene of him being overwhelmed with work was a more common sight than a smile on his face. 

And then the cold came, the dark days

When fear crept into my mind

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

   It felt like waking up from a dream when the both of you eventually returned to Columbia after Autumn. Chucho sent the both of you away reluctantly with various snacks he had bought from a local store. The keychain of a cow still hung from your home keys, a reminder of the ranch that Chucho owned, the ranch that Javier had grown up in. 

   During the winter, the nights were longer, making Javier’s absence even more apparent than it already is. You pulled another blanket over you, trying to fight the cold of the winter. Javier was always your personal heater, but he isn’t here with you. He rarely is. With nothing else to occupy yourself, you let yourself drown in your own thoughts. The overthinking induced fear, fear for your relationship with him. A fear that you didn’t even notice until it was too late, when it had already plagued your mind till it induced a ‘fight and flight’ response in your mind. Javier made promises, promises that you knew he tried his best to fulfill. Promises that he would spend all his time with you, preferably back in Laredo, and that he would leave this bloodbath known as the drug cartels. However, the cold only made the fear spread. The drug cartels were like the Hydra, slice its head off and another one grows back. The idea of Javier being able to leave this bloodbath seems like a fairytale. You only fear that the only way out would be at the cost of his life. 

     You knew, you knew that you were a weakness for him. Javier had admitted it to you before which is why he was very overprotective of you. If anyone came after you because of him, Javier would unleash all hell upon them. You too, wouldn’t forgive yourself if he had gotten hurt because of you. In his job, Javier couldn’t afford to have a weakness. 

    Javier had given all of himself to you. He needed you to know how much you meant to him, that he couldn’t live without you. This amount of love manifested itself as a weakness for him and you felt sorry that you didn’t have the capability to contain the love he had given you. It was the worst trade ever, all of his love only to receive a goodbye in return.

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So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

 You forced yourself to meet his eyes, those eyes that still made your knees weak. Your heart was pacing till the point that you could hear it thumping in your eardrums. You swallowed the pride that has stopped you from reaching out before, in fear of rejection. 

  “I really shouldn’t have done that. I'm sorry. I know I should have talked to you.” You paused, trying to find the words to convey your thoughts. You were never good with words. Javier downed his whiskey, staring down at the floor. Your fingernails dug into your skin at his indifferent reaction, you needed to go on despite how much it hurts to witness his reaction. 

   “I miss you Javi, I really do. If I could turn back time and make myself realize how much you truly mean to me I would. I would have chosen to stay.”

  “Then why didn’t you?” Javier coldly questioned. It was at times like this where he was thankful that he was trained to keep a poker face so that you couldn’t see how much his heart is burning for you. 

   “I was terrified of losing you. Both figuratively and literally.” Javier frowned further at that, his eyes shining with a glint of curiosity and confusion. You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure how to phrase it for him. 

   “Your job, it carries some risks that I understand but matters just kept getting more and more dangerous. I was afraid that one day you wouldn’t be able to walk through your apartment door again. I was terrified that you lose yourself to the job, letting the haunting scenes and guilt haunt you till the point where you were too far gone.” You explained to him. To put it simply, you were too afraid to carry his burdens with you, too afraid of having to bear the weight with him. You didn’t think you could handle it when the shine in his eyes one day dimmed till the point of no return and he looked at you with eyes with no soul behind them. Javier downed another glass of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat, similar to how his heart burns. 

   “But the time I spent with you. I will never regret it. I go back to those times every time, missing you and hoping to experience it again.” You admitted, trying to blink away the tears that has formed in your eyes. You prayed that Javier takes your watery eyes as a simple reflection of light. 

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

    “I miss you Javier, I really do. I miss seeing the smile on your face everytime your eyes meet with mine, and your tan skin that contrasted your bright eyes, making your eyes shine even brighter.” Your ears burned at the admission, feeling like a teenager confessing to their crush again. Javier had always given his best to you, he had always tried to do right by you. You were just too blinded by fear then to notice the obvious. 

   “Was this why you were crying that day when I found you?” Javier questioned again, his mind swirling with questions for you. Deep down, a pang of guilt wrapped around his heart, he must have missed out on something or done something wrong. He messed up like he always did. The worst part of it all was that he never noticed. 

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And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

   Javier’s heart shattered when he saw your tear-stricken face. You were curled up in a ball on the bed, your hand trying to wipe at the never-ending tears while your whole body shook uncontrollably. 

   “Cariño,” He called out, “What's wrong? What happened?” Javier asked, hurriedly walking towards you. You immediately stood up from the bed, your back facing him, trying to hide the tears. “Fine.” You managed to croak out. Javier slowly approached you, not wanting to scare you away. “Please talk to me.” He pleaded. You shook your head, “It’s stupid, just an emotional scene on TV”

   You turned around, facing him with a smile. His heart broke into a million pieces. He knew you were lying. You were smiling, the traces of the tears long gone. It terrified him how good you were at hiding your emotions. How many times have you simply just covered up those tears with the smile he loved so much and he just never noticed due to his exhaustion from work? Your eyes scanned him up and down before you fell into his embrace. Relieved to see him back in one piece. Javier was by your side again and that was all it matters.  The thoughts that haunted you when you were alone vanished when he was with you. 

   That was the first time Javier had seen you cry. His mind was in a complete mess as he embraced you against him. Disappointment tugged at his heart, did you not trust him? Why did you have to hide your emotions from him? “Tell me what was the reason for this?” His thumb caressed your cheeks which had been covered in tears just a moment ago. You snuggled into the crook of his neck. 

   “I’m fine Javi, just an emotional scene on TV.” 

   Javier dropped the subject after, trusting that you would talk to him when you felt better. And yet you never did. However, his workload made it easy to forget that he has yet to find out the reason behind his tears. He didn’t pursue it then, maybe things would have been different if he had. 

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Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreamin'

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

   You nodded glumly to his question. “Fuck” Javier breathed out, downing yet another glass of whiskey. The urge to stop him from drinking, from intoxicating himself for the better of his health was there, but you knew you didn’t have the right to anymore. Honestly, you could use the alcohol courage too, you were just afraid that you may black out before you finish what had to be done. 

   “I-” You started but close your mouth again, picking your next words carefully. You met his eyes again, a small happiness in your heart when you felt your heart pace, even after all the time apart, he still had the same effect on you. Glad to know that your feelings for him weren't from the past memories but for Javier himself. 

   “This is wishful thinking.” You thought out loud. Javier's eyes widened at your words. “What is?” He asked, swirling the whiskey in his hands. The glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, despite everything you had done, he couldn’t help that his heart still yearns for your love.  You swallowed, taking a deep breath to calm your erratic heart. 

  “If you gave me a chance again, I’ll love you right this time.” The words were finally out. 

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

 His silence only made your nerves worse. “I really wish I could go back and change how things ended between us but I know you can’t” You continued, fidgeting uncontrollably under the table. 

When you met his eyes and saw the blank look on his face, your heart shattered into a million pieces. “I understand if you won’t. It’s ok.” You told him, forcing the lump in your throat back down. “I wanted to see you today to apologize, not to ask for a second chance anyways.” 

   “I’m so sorry,” Javier replied. Your heart combusted at his words, a ringing sound in your ears. It was the very same three words that you had told him when you left him. Now that you heard it for yourself, you finally realize that it hurts more than you had thought. You let out a laugh, feeling foolish to even think Javier would give you another chance. “I get it.” You grinned at him. 

   As much as Javier wanted to reach out to you and give you the chance to love him again. He couldn’t bring himself to know that he can’t give you what you want. That he can’t choose between you and the DEA. He couldn’t handle it if history was to repeat itself. He didn’t want to go through that pain again. He would rather feel lonely than compromise your safety and let you be his weakness again. 

  “Thank you for everything, Javier.” You smiled warmly at him, glad to finally lift the burden off your chest. Despite how your heart bled at the fact that the both of you were not going to be anything more. You deserved it. At least, you had the memories of your time together to accompany you. 

 But this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

All the time

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Cowboy Take Me Away 🧡

I'm bringing you guys some sweet heat with this story! A little fluffy smut if you will 😏 Hangman had me all in my feels after Dynamite on Wednesday. (Let's be honest, he has me in my feels even when he's not on live TV) I was team no sleep writing this...there was no way I could stop until I finished the entire thing.

This is Hangman's world and we just live in it 😉

Word Count: 2,639 Divider by: Me 🙂

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Disclaimers: Nightmare/bad dream, thunderstorm, mentions of blood, mentions of being injured/pain, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Your cowboy helps comfort you after the bad dream you just had...

You found yourself in a moment in time that you wish you could forget. Somehow you were ringside watching your cowboy maneuver his way around the squared circle. He wasn’t alone inside the ring; his opponent was nothing more than a dark shadow countering every move Adam threw at them with ease. The shadow quickly struck him down, laughing in his face while Adam writhed in pain. When he was able to get to his feet, the shadow punched him right in the stomach knocking all the wind out of him. The shadow’s attacks grew stronger and more powerful, leaving your beautiful cowboy a bloody mess in the center of the ring. Despite not being able to defend himself, the dark shadow never let up! He continuously kicked Adam until there was no air left in his lungs. Your heart was hammering against your chest listening to him cry out! You tried to stand but it felt as if there was an invisible rope tied around you, holding you in place. You tried everything you could to try and get to your cowboy! Suddenly there was a bright flash, its essence distracting you. Where was it coming from? Could production be having lighting issues? Surely no one was taking pictures of this horrendous moment! You turned your head, eyes searching all around for the light’s source when a rumble echoed through the arena. You blinked and somehow you were outside, lost in a sea of people. You pushed your way through the crowd, eventually finding an opening. Your eyes landed on Doc Sampson pushing a stretcher towards a dark tunnel. At first you couldn’t make out who was lying on the stretcher until you noticed the familiar, crimson-stained curls and cowboy boots on the person’s feet. It was your cowboy! You called out to him, “Adam? Adam! Please, wait! Don’t go, I need you!” There was another bright flash followed by a louder boom than the first one. Everyone around you started to run in a panic, pushing you farther and farther away from Adam. No matter how much you begged and pleaded, the swarm of people rushing by only ignored you. Your voice fell upon deaf ears the more you cried out for your Adam. It was as if he was slipping right through your fingers, leaving you behind. A final bright flash appeared, this time shining brighter than the previous ones. It blinded you, forcing you to recoil at the intense lumens it immitted. Your bones felt like they were rattling under your skin as the ground beneath you quaked when a vicious rumble rolled through, ultimately bringing you out of your deep slumber…

You jolted up in bed, your breathing accelerated, and your body covered in sweat from your dream. The room was dark except for a few flashes of lightning that shined through your opened bedroom windows. Adam was sleeping peacefully next to you, blissfully unaware of the storm that was rolling in. Every window in the house was open, but they needed to be closed as soon as possible in case of a downpour. “Baby, wake up,” you whispered against the shell of his ear. You gently shook him, earning a groan from your sleepy cowboy. You planted your feet on the floor and headed towards the bedroom door, calling back to Adam, “There’s a storm rolling in and all the windows are open. If you can close the ones on this side of the house, I’ll take care of the rest.” By the time you were done, it had started sprinkling outside. The sound of rain usually calmed you, but you were still on edge after your dream. You stopped in the kitchen for a drink of water before making your way back to your bedroom. Adam was sitting up leaning against the headboard looking at his phone, his voice making you jump when it interrupted the quiet, “There’s a lot of red on the radar right now. Might get a good storm or two here soon if it doesn’t break up before getting to us. If there’s any warnings that come about, the weather radio should go off and I’ll turn the volume up on my phone too just in case.” You thanked him for letting you know as you walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Your hands rested on each side of the sink and your head was bowed as you tried to shake yourself out of the funk you were in. Images from your dream flashed through your mind causing you to shiver when you remembered Adam lying motionless in the middle of the ring battered and bruised. You splashed cold water on your face hoping it would somehow help rid yourself of the sound of your cowboy crying out in pain that played on repeat in your ears. You inhaled and slowly released a deep breath after drying your face and making your way back to bed.

Adam had turned on the lamp on his nightstand and as soon as the light reached your face, you knew you had been caught. “Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart? Are you alright?” Adam asked tenderly. You tried your best to keep your composure, but your voiced faltered when you lied through your teeth telling him that you were fine. Adam knew you better than you knew yourself, instantly seeing right through you. He held his hand out to you, encouraging you to come over to him. You placed your hand in his and he gently tugged, signaling he wanted you to sit on his lap. Your leg swung over his thigh, allowing you to straddle him but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in his beautiful eyes. “Y/N, what’s going on? Did something happen? Talk to me sweetheart,” he softly pleaded. With his finger under your chin, he lifted your face until your eyes were level with his, and you immediately got lost in them. You leaned into his palm after he gently placed it on your cheek, willing yourself to dig deep and find the courage to tell him about your dream. “If you’re worried about the storm, I think we’ll be okay. The animals in the barn will be fine too. If you want me to check on them-” You shaking your head “no” made him stop midsentence. “Then what is it? Tell me,” He begged as worry covered his handsome features. “I-I had a terrible dream. It was awful Adam!” your voiced cracked when you spoke his name. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, it was just a dream. I’m right here baby, everything’s okay! You’re safe and your dream is all over,” his hands cupped your face as he reassured you. “It felt so real though! You were wrestling against some shadow figure that left you lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of your own blood. I tried to get to you and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t! Doc Sampson wheeled you away on a stretcher and I called out to you, but you didn’t hear me. It was like you slipped right through my fingers! The thunder ended up waking me,” you explained, which only left you feeling exasperated.

Adam pulled you closer to him, his strong arms wrapping themselves around your body and holding you tightly. His large hand rested on the back of your head, holding it in place as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. That sounds awful! You have to know that would never happen though. Shadow figure or not, you know I’d kick its ass long before it even had a chance to lay a finger on me,” his joke caused you to chuckle as you pulled your head back and looked at his face once more. “That’s more like it!” he praised, his smile causing you to smile bigger. “Thanks baby, I needed that. I know it wasn’t real, but it was the type of dream that lingers even after you’re awake. It just kind of shook me to my core seeing you like that and not being able to do anything about it. Sure, I’ve seen you in countless Texas Death Matches and I’ve cared for you after all of them. Just something about my dream almost felt worse, you know?” Your fingertips traced along one of Adam’s larger scars he had on his chest as your mind started drifting again. He grabbed your hand softly, stopping it in its tracks before bringing your fingertips to his lips. He began kissing each pad as you watched, “Adam…” fell from your lips involuntarily when he peppered tender kisses on the inside of your wrist. The more skin his lips touched rekindled the embers deep inside of you that always burned for him. Your eyes watched as his mouth left a small trail of wetness in its wake, sending a shiver down your spine when your dampened skin was met with the coolness of the night air. You sighed slightly when his lips pulled away, your eyes instantly darting to his plump lips letting him know exactly where your mind was at now. “Do you want to talk about it more, sweetheart?” Adam murmured just mere inches away from your face. You shook your head no, but he wasn’t satisfied with that response. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better.” He brushed his nose ever so slightly up against yours, making you forget how to form words for a few seconds. He waited patiently for your answer, sighing with relief when you finally spoke, “No, Adam. No more talking. Please, make me forget about what happened. Set me free from the thoughts that cloud my mind…”

Your hands snaked around to the back of Adam’s neck as the two of you looked deeply in each other’s eyes. The sexual tension was thick in the air, almost crackling with electricity. Adam closed the gap between you, his kiss laced with passion and full of want and need. You could see the flash of lightning through your closed eyes and jumped when the sound of the thunder roared. “It’s alright sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Adam reassured you. His length hardened underneath you as your hips rocked against it the more he kissed you. The roughness of his calloused hands on your delicate skin made you shiver when they slid underneath your nightgown. He effortlessly removed it, leaving your top half completely bare. Adam was only wearing his pajama bottoms and underwear, which still felt like too much clothing! Your fingers slid under the waistband of his pants making little goosebumps appear all over him. He stopped your hand once again and purred into your ear, “Not yet, angel. I want to take care of you right now.” In one swift move, he scooped you in his arm and laid you down on the mattress. His body weight pressed you into the bed as he massaged your breasts with his hands. Your breathing accelerated when he whispered against your collarbone, “You’re so God damn beautiful. My own little slice of Heaven.” Adam started kissing a trail down your body, covering every square inch of skin he could with his tongue and lips. He whispered sweet nothings against it, the hum of his voice sending soundwaves right to your throbbing clit. Every touch, every caress was intentional, perfectly placed on your body as your sweet cowboy descended in between your legs. With a smile on his face, he hooked his fingers under the lace of your panties and slid them down your legs until you were able to kick them off. He spread your legs wide, opening you up fully to him before diving in and devouring your sweetness. Adam peered up at you as his tongue swirled and flicked against your little bundle of nerves, causing you to cry out his name, “Adam! Yes! Th-that feels s-s-so good!”

He knew you were on the brink of orgasming, quickly grabbing hold of your legs, pulling you even closer to his face. He was completely consumed by your sweetness, humming against it completely enchanted with the feeling of you unraveling on his tongue. Your release ripped through you as you came, you swore you saw stars! With your legs still shaking, Adam kissed your inner thigh and stood up revealing his throbbing cock straining against his pajamas. You laid there trying to steady yourself as you watched his every move. The rain outside had really started to come down, thunder could still be heard off in the distance. Lightning flashed, brightening the room, giving you the perfect view of your cowboy at the foot of the bed stroking his hard cock. Pre cum glistened on his tip, making his arousal even more evident. Adam crawled back on to the bed and positioned himself in between your legs again, the tip of his cock resting at your entrance. His breathing was unsteady as he spoke quietly into the night, “You are my dream come true Y/N. My world begins and ends with you. No matter how many dark shadows I have to fight off, I will always be by your side.” The wind started to pick up outside, rustling the trees and blowing slightly through your bedroom windows, making the sheer curtains adorning them drift in the air as if they were feathers. A clap of thunder immediately followed a stand of crackle lightning that shot off in multiple directions, causing your house to lose power. Now it was nothing but you, your cowboy, and the rainstorm. Adam eased his way inside you, taking his time sliding in and out as your slit adjusted to his size. “You’re so tight, angel. Y-you feel incredible,” he stammered as he was getting completely consumed by bliss. The smell of the freshly fallen rain danced around the room and the sounds of your moans filled the quiet in between the rumbles of thunder. Each time the lightening gave Adam a glimpse of your face, he let you know just how beautiful you are. “I love the way you look at me as I glide in and out of you. You’re the m-most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

Adam made slow, sweet love to you, savoring every moment. His blonde curls tickled your face when they fell around it every time he leaned down to kiss you. He continued his slow but meaningful thrusts leaving both of you panting and voices raspy. Adam was nurturing your mind, body, and soul this way, making your bad dream nothing but a distant memory now. His length filled you to the hilt, hitting every spot inside you, leading the way for your body to find its release. You couldn’t help but cry out his name when you finally succumbed to him. “Adam, ohhh my God…Adam!” “I’m right there with you angel,” he moaned. As you fell apart all over his cock, your juices intertwined with his as he orgasmed with you. Your bodies quaked and trembled against one another, the pleasure shooting through your veins like hot molten lava. Every nerve in your body came alive, pure ecstasy radiating from you as each new wave of pleasure crashed against you. “S-so beautiful…” was all Adam could manage to say. He brushed the hair off your forehead that found itself stuck there due to the sweat that blanketed your entire body. The storm outside calmed, just like the one that had gone through your mind earlier. Sleep overtook both of you as you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Your cowboy was your calm before and after every storm, always walking beside you and being your guiding light, leaving all shadows in the dark where they belong.

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[wiedzmacienia]

@honorhearted | continued from x

the morning, having come off a long evening during which she herself had a meeting with washing.ton followed by alden, had caused frustration to lace most of her existence the last few hours prior to her decision to seek the major out. another meeting of her own had been conducted this morning with alden providing fresh word from mrs. morgan which had been less than ideal. an acceleration of a plan had now been required and she had saw to it that molnar had left camp with a company not an hour before to see it done. the following hour, however, had been less tense, at least within the grand scheme of things. she'd entered back into her space with her light hues washing over a chest and come to some sort of decision. an item about the size of a larger book is wrapped in a cloth in her arms when she meets him outside his tent, worry creasing her features for a moment before he begins to respond. that is when katarzyna's features begin to cool in response, hold tightening on the item in her hold as if a means to keep her own emotions in check.

'don't you already know?'

know what?

there is a multitude of meanings the major could be referring to though she believes she's aware of which once once she allows the shock of his coolness to wear off. this must have to do with the conversation she'd held with the general the day before though the timetable presented for such a mission as he presented her with had been unclear the day before (clearly it was no longer unclear). yet she fails to see what reason tallmadge could have to be so angered by such for if they were truly to work together what reason should he have not to allow her to meet with one of those spying for him. especially if she was expected to share her own information with him from her own?

'seeing how his excellency has been cluing you in to our tactical plans before myself as of late, i would've thought this would be why you're here.'

until his following comment washes over her. that was it, wasn't it? she knew things he did not and it angered him. it angers her too, or rather his tone does as she follows him into the tent, thankful that the child is not there presently. idly she wonders if it angered him more that he wasn't being informed of certain things when others were or if it was because his excellency was speaking about it with a woman? somewhere in the back of her mind the witch knows she can not entirely fault tallmadge for something he is unaware of. that her actual position within her forces is still unclear to him even if washing.ton is well aware (and if washington approves of such or not, he has accepted it as what such is to provide him his alliance). that does not halt the ice-filled and tone which leaves her lips in response though.

"i actually came here to bring you this--"

the item in her arms is dropped, not roughly but not entirely gently either, onto his cleared desk still wrapped in cloth. she'd mentioned before that she held a copy of sun tz.u's art of war in it's original dialect and while she knows he could not read it she had intended to offer him the chance to look at it and perhaps read some of it to him with his own copy as reference. after all, he had offered to teach her of a language she did not know, even if such would have been done with auggie present. this was how she saw fit to return the favor. now however, she's beginning to regret such a notion.

"--because i thought you might like to see it."

there is a harshness to her, a glare given to the wrapped book itself as if it burned her before falling up toward the major who she's now standing next to by the desk. she holds her ground, stance firmly in place, confident and perhaps defiant. men and woman had been punished for less of a tone with her. but he was not one of those under her command and she knows, even if she must keep reminding herself, that he can not be faulted for his lack of understanding. it's entirely infuriating and yet perhaps more of an indication of why he should not be informed of such, at least until he presents himself ready to accept it.

'i'm supposed to go check on abe -- by myself, might i add -- but w.ashington has suddenly decided that you need to come along.'

this is new information. katarzyna knew the town the general wished for her to go to with the major from their conversation of which also spoke of her own presence there prior, her own spies of which could help the cause though names had not been discussed. she imagined that would be worked out between her and the major or when they arrived and would meet with those allies they had. it seemed a benefit to have her join the major. no matter how one looked upon it, a crossover of their allies would have to transpire and it would only aid the cause if she could see where his lived and such be able to send a critical message quickly if needed. the new information in question however is the name. abe. it makes her eyes widen briefly before she lets out a calming breath. surely there was more than one abe in the town. he could not be referring to cabbage man.

'it's too dangerous. you're not a spy, zyna -- you're not even one of my men, so this is a fool's errand. please…'

anger rises back within her before his use of a nickname seems to cause her pause enough to actually listen to his words. has he ever referred to her such before? now she finds a strange mix of emotions playing at her. he has managed to insult her and express worry for her in the same breath. had he not seen what she had been capable of before that first night they met or even when they fought that horrid creature of a witch in the woods? surly if it was dangerous for anyone, it was more dangerous for him who held no powers to get him out of such a situation if he was caught. knowledge of her rank or not, would he ever see her for what she was truly capable or would they continue this dance for the entirety of the war? still, it is difficult to remain completely cross with him when there is a genuineness to the fact he is misguidedly attempting to keep her safe when he turns softer and looks upon her and asks her to reason with his commander.

god, why was benjamin tall.madge such an infuriating man? why could she simply not be cross with him and that be that?

"i'll put aside that you still seem to think i am unable to protect myself from danger." her tone is somewhat softer but still offended in a way she can not hide, turning matter-of-fact as she speaks again. "you're wrong though. it's not a fool's errand. i have my own spies in set.auket whom i imagine the general wishes you to meet and i have an alias there as well. if someone sees me, though i would rather them not at this time, a reason can be made for such unlike you. i'm afraid i can not reason with him when his logic for us to go together is sound. and-- "

this next piece of information would either serve to make him more angered or he would see the benefit of such.

"i know you do not seem to like seeing magic--"

she knows he understands that magic is not the same across the board at least in some sense as they have not actually bridged the gap in speaking topic, his own way of treating her especially after dealing with the incident in the woods and his willingness to let auggie play with cora and furgus said as much but she also knows he is still getting used to the idea of magic in a positive context and that would take time. she just wished, well, she's not entirely sure what she wished or why it mattered to her what he thought.

"--but if i see where this abe lives and he can be convinced that such is not evil i have means to pass communications to him quickly and directly but i must be able to see the place for such to work."

#honorhearted #honorhearted thread; 003 #v; main #time period; raise a glass to the revolution #i swear i tried to write something short but this happened

[utilitycaster]

hi! I'm sorry if you answered this already and I missed the post, but what are your general thoughts on the party being split for so long?

Short answer: I think it's great. I think the best way to answer this accurately is to cover some of my past complaints about the campaign, and discuss how this split is addressing the vast majority of them. This is also, I suppose, serves as an argument for why it's worth getting caught up with Campaign 3 for anyone who fell off of regular watching.

I'll begin by saying that I understand the desire to have something akin to Campaign 2 but in Marquet: a group of people deeply tied into the lore and fabric of the setting and yet displaced within it, finding each other. I still would have liked to see that story. I do not fault people for being disappointed in not getting that, particularly given what Marquet means as a setting, and this still is not that campaign. But pretty much all of my other complaints have been addressed by the apogee solstice and the party split and so I'm not here to mourn what I know didn't happen, and instead to talk about how the last ten or so episodes have been banger after banger.

I said this elsewhere recently but my issue wasn't that the campaign was building up to the apogee solstice setpiece; it was that it took about 30 episodes to even reveal that was what the buildup was for, and yet, somehow, 35 episodes to finally be done with Treshi. Which meant in turn that the party was constantly kind of shepherded from place to place. Even the sidequests were mostly part of the buildup - Heartmoor Hamlet is a good time, and achieves quite a lot in only a handful of episodes - but it is, ultimately, mostly there to wipe out Ashton's debt which would be a detriment to getting to the main plot. The modular, party-driven nature of Campaign 2 just wasn't an option, since they could have quite possibly avoided the solstice (akin to how Campaign 2 completely avoided the Augen Trust plot and required a drastic reworking of the Lucien plot). But because it started so early, it was hard to get a sense of what would actually motivate the characters so that they could be guided more naturally by hooks they'd be likely to take, since they were doing fetch quest after fetch quest with a wealthy patron (I love Eshteross with all my heart but that kind of figure early in the story is tough to incorporate; more on that later) and getting lore dumped at by NPCs and never really had to scramble or take weird jobs killing rats in the sewers or even share rooms in an inn with people they didn't already know before the story started.

Which is the second part: the party did not really mix that much. Imogen and Laudna came in codependently joined at the hip, and Orym and Fearne were also quite close. Ashton and FCG had a looser arrangement, and Chetney was the only true free agent. So a lot of the time, the party felt like three groups working together with tenuous bridges rather than a coherent party, and they never quite had either the downtime to cohere, or the massive crisis to force them together. This party has actually seen quite a lot of death, but Bertand's happened too early, and while Laudna's didn't quite reset to the status quo, it also occurred just as the Treshi plot had ended and so the timeline was becoming even more accelerated. The seeds of something were there, but they needed something more to actually take root.

Enter the apogee solstice and the party split. This has fixed basically everything:

The fact that the solstice happened means that now we're in damage control mode. There's a clear motivator for the party, but one that they genuinely care about rather than one that requires the DM being like "and THIS NPC wants THIS thing."

It also forces the party to develop those relationships outside of the friend they started with. The obvious first reason is that the groups are split up along those lines. That is not an accident or a cruel joke; that's fucking necessary, frankly, to get the party to bond. As my meta about Laudna and Orym points out, not having their emotional support prior colleague - even by sending - and frankly, yeah, not even knowing they're alive, for certain, is what will make these characters actually grow and change. As we saw, the same is true for Fearne, Imogen, and FCG.

It notably removes the spotlight from Imogen, which is good, because the cool development happens after the character-focused arc, when they can process, rather than during. She's still Ruidusborn, but what that means is very different from what it meant pre-ritual.

Then there's the practical element of travel. This party probably isn't going to be teleporting nonstop, but they did have comparatively fast travel in the form of a skyship from very early on, and in another three levels Fearne will have transport via plants, and Imogen can take teleport as a cast spell the level after that, and then we'll never get to see much of the world...but if you break teleporting a bit? You send them into the middle of the wilderness? Yeah, they're going to need to have those watch conversations that were far too few and far between early in the campaign.

And allies! This party's doing it backwards. They've lost Eshteross; Keyleth's fate is unknown to them; Ryn is a statue; Beau and Caleb's fates are similar question marks. After so much time of having patrons and friendly wizards telling them what to do? They're alone, and they have to survive by their wits and by leaning on each other.

The fact that we've got guests is good both because we get to see different facets of the main cast's characters through their responses to these new companions, and because we're getting to fill some of the gaps in the party (people with more longstanding relationships to deities; people with 20 INT scores). It also pushes Bells Hells, in some way, closer together, by having to assert that they are part of a group with shared experience. And it's just a delight to have them.

This is also just fun for fans in that we're getting to see some of the most wished for locations - the Mighty Nein's time in Uthodurn was brief and very focused, and everyone's been clamoring for Molaesmyr and Issylra. For all that Vox Machina and the Mighty Nein fought world-wide threats, they were largely contained to a specific region, and I think this is really setting the stage for how big a deal the apogee solstice really is, by flinging the party across the world and showing how everyone is affected.

Anyway: love the party split. I honestly would have been happy with one or two more episodes of the other party and am looking forward to a similar length arc for this party, and honestly, even then, it might take a few episodes for them to reunite, and I think they'll all be better for it.

#answered #muthserra #critical role #critical role spoilers #two other thoughts that are personal/hunches and don't fit above #first is that my guess is still that this is the last full-length campaign so pulling out all the stops for locations & guests is smart #(i would love to be proven wrong but. suspect i am right) #and second is that my favorite ships are in the same groups for the most part so i'm vibing