#or is it just a million light switches that all look different and also maybe a thermostat? huh marinette? huh?

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Seungmin as Yandere&Tsundere

Hard dom!Seungmin x jealous!female reader

Request from anonymous! I accidentally deleted the request 😞 I figured this request would also work for my series but I changed it up a bit!

switch povs.. CONSENT IS ALWAYS GIVEN

About 6000 words

Warnings: smut duh, jealousy, cursing, slight angst, hair pulling, choking, scratching, fingering, use of pet names(princess, baby), lip biting/biting, hickeys, oral(both), unprotected sex.

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"life without you, has no meaning."

I will do anything for you. I will never make you feel unloved. I will always be here for you. Even if you don't care.

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"Seungmin.." You say softly to him. He turns his head to you, "Yes, y/n?" You fiddle with your fingers, thinking of how you're going to say your next words. "Have you ever been in love?"

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The wind blows softly against your skin, sending lovely goosebumps along your skin. the scribbling of your pencil against the paper makes a wonderful scratching noise. The noise of your most excellent work.

You're not mine, but I wonder..

At some point, a part of you, wanted me too.

What would've happened if I never said anything.

Would we still end up like this?

Your writing is interrupted by your little neighbor, Lyla. She runs over to you and jumps into your arms. She giggles and pulls away to kiss your cheek, "I missed you." You softly caress her hair, her beautiful set curls. "I missed you, too," You whisper back to her. She and her family have recently gone on a trip, just coming back today. You have always been fond of her but, what you really missed most is Seungmin. Her cousin and Your childhood best friend.

Your eyes travel to the silhouette walking to you, his hair blows softly in the wind. That smile that reminds you of a puppy, pure happiness. Ever since you met him, you've felt something. Something different. You don't know what it is. Funny, right? You're a poet and yet you can't describe what you're feeling. Seungmin arrives at your feet and you immediately rise. His arms softly engulf around your waist as yours go around his neck. You can feel his breath on your neck, his body is so close to yours. Just then, you feel a tingle in your lower area when his groin lightly touches yours. You gasp softly and you pull away from each other.

"How was it?" You ask him, he begins to tell you about his trip but all you can focus on is how good he looks right now. You make out his figure through his clothes. His hair looks so soft, bouncy, makes you want to run your hand through it. His eyes tinkle in the light, his smile so bright. His lips look so tender and pillowy. "I brought you something," your thoughts are now interrupted. "Let me see your wrist," you hold up your wrist as he places a bracelet around it. The bracelet contains the letter S on it. You look up at him confused.

"I thought we needed to match," he shows you his wrist that has your initial. "After all, we are best friends." Right, just friends. Maybe, that's all he will ever see you as. You heart aches whenever he reminds you of it, just being friends. You smile at him, “I love it..” you warmly say and his eyes light up once again. You had forgotten that his cousin was here and you notice her giving you a cheeky look, a smirk on her lips. “Imma get a snack,” She runs away into her house. The house you’ve been in a million times, you’re dream home.

The thing between your family and theirs is your social classes. Seungmin comes a wealthy family while yours is as poor as church mice. Although they have never treated you differently. They had hired you when you were young to be a cleaner. They had noticed you selling your family jewelry on the street and took you in. You live in the house next door which they provided your family with. You could never possibly repay them for their kindness. You notice someone across the street. Looks like someone’s moving in. “Guess we have new neighbors,” Seungmin mentions as you nod your head. He notices the journal that you had set down earlier. He walks over and picks it up, “wrote another poem?” You nod your head and take it out of his hands softly. Your fingertips glide against each other, making you want to wrap your hands around his and hold it for eternity, “It’s not finished yet..”

He leads you to walk with him, “well let me know when it is. I would love to read it.” Your heart warms at his words. He has always supported your interests and thoughts. He begins to hum to a tune and bursts into song, his voice is quite beautiful. He’s gifted, how convenient. A singer and a poet. Sounds like a start to a tragic romance. Your hand accidentally bumps into his as your walking. You look up to him and he smiles, “jeez if you wanted to hold my hand, you can just ask.” He teases you and attempts to hold your hand, although you pull away. You walk ahead of him trying to hide the redness that has now shown up on your face.

You can hear his laugh but you continue walking, he catches up to you. He leads you inside his house and to his room. It’s not unusual for you two hang out alone. You’re comfortable around each other. He flops down onto his bed while you gaze at his bookshelf. He has added more books to his collection, Romeo and Juliet always catches your eye. A big tragic romance always comforts you for some reason.

"Seungmin.." You say softly to him. He turns his head to you, "Yes, y/n?" You fiddle with your fingers, thinking of how you're going to say your next words. "Have you ever been in love?" He sits up now, one hand on his raised knee. “Why the sudden question?” You walk and sit on the bed in front of him. “Although I am a poet, I feel as if that’s what is missing..” he listens intently to your words, his eyebrows furrowed. “If I know what love is maybe.. I can experience it.” He stays silent for a couple seconds.

“Well.. don’t you love your family?” You sigh heavily, “not that kind of love. The kind of love you experience with your lover.” You explained to him. He looks down at his hands then his eyes flickered up to you. You can see he is biting the inside of his cheek. “I just want.. to feel how it feels. To be kissed, held, loved by someone.” You move away a piece of your hair away from your eyes and tuck ur behind your ear. Your bracelet jingles with your movements. “I would do it with anyone. I just want to experience it.”

You finally notice the look inside Seungmin’s eyes, it makes your heart drop. He scoots closer to you, “I can do it.” His words stun you. You feel your heart begin to race as your faces are inches away. You look away from him, “don’t be silly. We can’t.” His hand touches your arm, “why not? Who better than me to experiment with?” You get up and walk over the bookcase. “You said anyone..” he continues as you pull out a book. “I know, just..” you pause for a moment as you realize he came up behind you. “It’s just sudden that’s all.” You sit down on the couch and open the book. You hear him sigh and he joins you.

You two try to forget what has happened as you both read your books. You begin to wonder, maybe you should accept his offer. You’ve always wanted to do it with him. Plus, he’s offering and who better than him. Not like anything bad will happen. Simply two friends experimenting with each other.

You act out a yawn and lean your head against Seungmin’s shoulder. This is a usual act of yours, nothing too different. His arm wraps around your shoulder, another usual act. But it feels different, you want him. Out of a sudden burst of confidence, you stroke his hand and place a soft kiss. You look over to him to see his reaction. He has none, he lets out a sigh and flips a page in his book. You bit the inside of your cheek, maybe he thought it was just a friendly thing. You roll your eyes and attempt to catch his attention again. You slam your book closed and throw it on the table in front of you. Still no reaction.

You get annoyed and just do it. You turn his head to face you by two fingers. You place your lips against his. Feeling exactly as they look, soft and tender. Your hand holds him close onto his collar, scared that he’ll break away from you. He doesn’t. Instead he pulls you in closer by your waist. Your mouth slightly opens as his tongue slips in. His tongue grazes on yours, moving softly. He begins to pull away, you feel a slight sting on your lips. Realizing he’s biting your lower lip. The feeling feels so good to you, you let a small noise escape your throat. His teeth let go and your lip flings back into place.

“How was that, hm?” He whispers to you. You make eye contact and you didn’t realize how harsh your breathing had gotten. “I want more,” you say as you lean in to his lips again. This time you crawl into his lap. You have this insatiable hunger for him, needy. Is this what so called lust is? Because you’re definitely feeling it. Isn’t it bizarre how easily love turns into lust?

His hands place on the sides of your waist, grazing against your bare skin. The feeling sends tingles up your spine. Your lips connect once again and you keep wanting more and more of him. You pull at his shirt and your hand travels to tangle in his hair. He notices this, “feeling the heat, baby?” He mumbles against your lips and you feel as if you could purr like a kitten. You nod your head and lick your lips. “Let me help,” he leads your hips as he moves it along his. You feel your face begin to redden as the feeling is unspeakable. You feel this glow in your pussy that so needs to be touched. Your mouth falls open and you can no longer continue to kiss him.

His lips place a peck on your cheek, then your chin, to your jaw, and underneath your jaw. He begins to kiss more, trying to find something. He hits a point where it feels so good and you let a whimper out. It feels weird to hear these noises spew out of you like this. So carelessly. You begin to hear soft grunts come out of his mouth. His noises make your eyes roll back, heaven to your ears. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he mumbles in a drunk like voice. “Me too,” you agree with him. “I never knew how badly I needed you, Minnie,” you confess to him and he connects your lips back together. “I like that nickname..”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. You and seungmin are forced to pull off each other as you hear his mother, “honey? Dinner is ready.” His mom has such a sweet and chipper voice. “I’ll be down in a sec,” he responds and turns to look at you. He kisses your lips once again and pulls away, making a slight smacking noise. “We need to do this again,” you nod in agreement. “Next time, we could do more.” You turn your head curiously and set your arms around his neck. “Like what?” He tsks at you and holds you by your waist, “trust me. You’ll enjoy it.”

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“Please,” her voice is so different, so willing. “I need you,” she whimpers out. My hands slowly slide down her underwear. “Oh, you need me baby?” She nods her head crazily. I can tell she is losing her patience. I slowly slide my fingers across her folds and her mouth falls open, letting more whimpers and moans fall out. I’ve been teasing her painfully for the past half-hour. It’s so easy to get a reaction out of her now.

She has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. For her to come to her senses and finally be with me. No matter what, she will be with me. It doesn’t matter what I have to do. I watch her all day and night. Always being there when she needs me and watching to keep her safe. When I discovered I was going on a trip my heart was broken. How could I be away from her so long? I needed a replacement, a slight one. I had snuck into her room and took a dress, bracelet so I knew her size and fresh underwear. I had Imagined her dressing up for me and wearing it for me. Putting on a show. Now I have her right in my hands. Willing for me to do anything to her.

My head slowly leads down between her legs. Her body resting comfortably upon her silk sheets. I lift one of her legs and set it on my shoulder. I blow gently on her cunt to tease her a bit, her body shudders. I smirk knowing I’m completely in control of her now. I lick a stripe up her causing a gasp to fall from her lips. She tastes of strawberries and her scent is so intoxicating. I begin to lick and suck at her clit, her body jolts at my first touch. I could do this for hours. Her hand tangles into my hair, pulling softly. I insert two of my fingers inside her as her back arches. I push down her hips with my free hand to keep her steady.

“Mm, Minnie,” every time she says that nickname it makes me go crazy. I continue my movements as her moans seem to slip more. I cant seem to get enough of her. This sight of me between her legs while she’s perfectly set for me. I know that I would do anything for her. Her nails begin to dig into my scalp but I ignore it. Focused on making her finish. I feel her thigh begin to tense up as her back arches up again. Her body starts to tremble and she begins to be louder. She covers her mouth and continues her noises.

She lets out a shriek as I feel a liquid rush onto my fingers. I replace my fingers with my mouth and catch her fluids. The taste is so addicting that I want more. She pulls me up to kiss her, she moans into my mouth. “How was it?” I mumble against her lips. She smiles, “good..” I watch as her eyes travel down to my pants. “What about you?” Her hand cups my cheek, I just shake my head at her. I can tell my hair is messed up from her touch. “I have to go in a bit. My mom wants me to meet the new neighbors.” She sighs, “mine too.”

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We walk down the stairs and see Seungmin’s mom standing there with a unfamiliar group of people. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here y/n,” she smiles and sets down a plate of snacks she’s holding. “These are the new neighbors,” the group of people stand up and walk towards you. “This is my son, Seungmin and our neighbor y/n.” You smile as a woman and a man shake your hands, “these are our children Daniel and Maru.” A tall boy around your age walks towards you two, he smiles at you and shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you,” you say and he responds, “nice to meet you.”

A girl appears from behind him and walks right past you to Seungmin. “You’re very handsome,” you glare at her as she touches his arm fondly. Disgusting. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asks Seungmin and you glance at him. “No,” he responds. You gotta admit, that made your heart ache. You roll your eyes as you turn your attention to Seungmin’s mom, “I think I should go home. It’s getting late.” You can see out of the corner of your eye that Seungmin turns to you but you ignore it.

“Why don’t I walk you?” Daniel says and you smile, “that would be great.” It’s not that you like him or anything, he is attractive. But it’s a good opportunity to make Seungmin jealous. Which seems to be working. The walk to your house seems to be an eternity. The man goes on and on about his past life and it got annoying fast. You’re finally at your door step when he catches your hand, “why don’t we go on a date tomorrow?” You pause for a moment at his question, really debating it. Not that you’ll date him, but it would make Seungmin furious. Just what you want, Without any more hesitation you answer, “yes.”

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“What do you mean you’re going out with him?” Seungmin questions you, sitting on the edge of your bed. You sigh heavily as you look at him through the your mirror. “Exactly that. We’re going on a date,” you mention as you apply your lipstick. He shakes his head and scoffs. You turn to him and walk to him, “it’s just a silly date. Nothing will happen.” You cup his face but you can tell he’s angry. “It’s not nothing. I can tell he wants you,” you shake your head. “So? Would that be so bad?”

He furrows his brows at you. “It’s not like I’m yours. I’m allowed to socialize with other men,” you walk away from him. Fixing your skirt in the mirror, “how do I look?” He stares at you for a couple seconds, “beautiful.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. Hopefully, he won’t be too angry and forgive you.

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You wait at the restaurant he told you to go to. A glass of water and fries later. He still hasn’t shown up. You are at your top level of annoyance. You pay for your fries and leave. As soon as you walk out the restaurant, Seungmin is standing before you. “What are you doing here?” You question him as he walks towards you. “Came to walk you home,” he intertwines your hands together. “Come on,” you walk hand in hand now and you can feel a heat on your cheeks. Funny right? You’re embarrassed from a simple gesture.

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“I wonder why he didn’t show up.” Y/n says to me as I place her book back on her shelf. I turn to look at her as her face is puzzled, her legs dangling off the edge of her bed. “I mean why bother ask if you’re gonna leave me stranded like that?” I walk towards her, “he’s a jerk.” Her eyes shoot up to mine, “he is.” I sit next to her now and lean in to kiss her. I place a small peck to her lips but she doesn’t respond. I look at her confused, “what’s wrong?” She cups my cheek, “I’m sorry just.. not in the mood I guess.” She pulls away, “I’m tired. I should go to sleep.” I nod my head and get up. “See you tomorrow,” she says and pulls her covers off and onto her. “Bye,” I mumble barely louder than a whisper as I open the door to leave. Did I mess up?

Everything I did was for her. I couldn't control myself. I was just so angry. I couldn't stand seeing that smug smile on his face walking out of his house. I needed to show that y/n was mine. Only mine. My feet moved on their own as I approached him. When I started to beat him senseless. Yelling at him that y/n was mine, that he can't have er, to stay away and leave town. He laid there on the floor in confusion. I made sure he understood., I made sure he wouldn't tell. He ran into his house and packed quickly. leaving no time for explanations as I watched him leave town. Just as I wanted.

But things got complicated. When my feet had stepped back into my house, my cousin was standing there distraught. She knew. She saw everything. I told her it was nothing, but she didn't listen. So, there I was, pouring my heart out to an 11 year old. She made me pinky promise to her that I would never hurt anyone again, I intend to keep that promise. I don't wanna be a bad guy. I just hope she doesn't mention this to y/n. I also hope that Maru girl stays out of the way.

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You woke up the next morning with puffy under eyes. Not from crying but from staying up all night, racking your brain. It just gets you so frustrated on why he had not shown up. It made you go through so many excuses. But the one you settled on, broke your heart the most. Maybe you weren't good enough for him and he realized. But is that true?

You walked over to your window and pulled the sheets open. The sun blazes through and blinds you quickly. Your eyesight adjusts and.. is that? No way. How can this be? You see Maru wrapped around Seungmin's arm. Your Seungmin. And he looks.. happy. He's laughing. His dashing smile that you thought he only smiled for you. You feel a sharp pain in your chest. Tears begin to fill your eyes as you watch her lay a kiss on his cheek. That was enough for you. You couldn't bring yourself to watch anymore.

The next few days were a blur. All you can remember is people and people coming to check on you. You were weak yes, from not eating or drinking. Your thirst and the hunger in your belly did not matter to you. You felt as if you lost the only thing important to you. Seungmin had not come to check on you, which broke your heart even more. How could everything change in a matter of hours? He was yours, or so you thought.

It was around 9 when you heard a knock on your door. You mumbled for them to go away. But the door creaked open and a tiny pair of arms wrapped around you. You begin to sob as you realize it's Lyla. You turn over and hug her close. She twirls your hair around her finger as you begin to calm down a bit. "What's wrong, y/n? You can tell me," her soft tiny hands cup your cheek as a tear falls down. You tell her everything, about Seungmin. She lets a silence come between you two as she thinks. "You love him, don't you?" It hits you. You do love him, you never realized it before. You want him, not in a lustful way but in a pure way.

She huffs and tells you a story. About how Seungmin had beat up Daniel for you. How he told him that you were his and he can't have you. That he made him leave town. Your heart began to warm a bit at her words. "But what about Maru? I saw her kiss him." She sits up, "Don't you know? He despises her. He only walked with her that time to tell her to leave him alone. That he had feelings for you." It connects now, you had turned away at the wrong time. "He misses you. He had told me to come to check up on you, he was afraid that you hate him now," You look at her confused. "Why would he think that?" She shrugs her shoulders, "Something about ignoring him."

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Lyla had left shortly after that. You decided you needed to go see him. You snuck in through the back door and made your way quietly through the dark, silent house. You opened his door silently, you heard noises from his bathroom. His room was lit up by a candle and since due to the dim light, you accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. Making a loud crashing sound. You quickly picked it up and a confused, shirtless Seungmin emerged from the bathroom. He looks like he had just taken a shower due to his wet hair, droplets that dipped down his bare upper body. Him only having pants on, Sinfully making him look so desirable.

"Y/n?.. what are you doing here?" He grabbed one of his shirts and slipped it on, getting it wet now. "I had to see you." You ran up to him, into his arms, and hugged him tight. His hands laid at his side for a moment then wrapped around you. You breathed in his vanilla scent, you never knew how much you missed it. You cupped his cheeks when you pulled away, his eyes spoke so many words to you. But you only wanted to hear one thing so, you said it first. "I love you." He freezes for a couple moments, you repeat yourself. "love you."

No words needed to be said, he pulled you in by your waist. He leans in and places the most softest, sweetest kiss. He mumbles a, "I love you," against your lips. You repeat after him again, the only words you both know how to say now is 'I love you.' You bump into the reading desk he has. You jump onto it as you giggle, pulling him back into the kiss. His lips are so perfect, moving so well against yours. His tongue slowly slips into yours, his body between your thighs. After several minutes, you finally pull away from each other. Your forehead touching as you both catch your breaths.

"I thought you hated me," he whispers. You shake your head and look at him softly, "I could never hate you." He places a small peck on your lips, resulting in a smile from you. "I thought you and Maru were together.." His eyes sparkled looking at you, "That's why you disappeared?" You nod your head slowly and he sighs harshly, he brings your hands to wrap around his neck, "I'm yours, y/n. Always have and always will be." His soft hands cup your face now, "Don't you understand how important you are to me? I love you, y/n." You can't help but let the tears build up in your eyes at his words. "I love you, Seungmin," you say as you connect your lips back together. His hand wrapped around your neck now, bringing you closer.

"How could you ever think I would want her?" He mumbles against your lips. “Look.” He whispered, breath hot against your mouth as his hand left your neck to take yours and gently place it on his hard cock. “See what you do to me, Hm?” He said and you whimpered, palming it slowly. “Feel how hard it is? That’s all because of you.” He kissed you again, this time more hungrily, hands travelling all over your body and grabbing you to pull you even closer to him, like he was afraid you’d disappear. Your mouth fell open as he moved his kisses to your neck. He sucks harshly and you can feel a bruise forming, your hips move against him. His hard on rubbing so perfectly against you.

You have a sudden burst of confidence, you push him away. He sits down on the edge of his bed now, legs spread and hands at his side in surprise. “We’re you jealous when Daniel walked me home?” His eyes darken at his name, you slowly got down on your knees. “No,” he sternly growls. You tsked at him and crawled over to him slowly. “Oh? Are you sure?” You lands rested on his knees now, perfectly your placed in between his legs. He nods his head and you scoff, “guess all my hard work went to waste..” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“What do you mean by that?” He lifts your face up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I never liked him, I was just using him to make you jealous. Pity that it didn’t work.” He looks annoyed now and scoffs, “on purpose huh?” You unbuckle his pants and he gets serious fast. You shoot him a look and he gives a reassuring nod. You slide down his pants and underwear. You’re mouth waters fast as the sight, you wonder when he will finally fill you up. You lick a clean strip up his cock as you let your Salivia fall out your mouth and on him. His head falls forward at your movement. “What happened? You were all serious a moment ago,” you tease him and he keeps his head down. You drag your hand smoothly up and down, keeping a steady rhythm. His hips buck forward and a whimper falls out his mouth.

“It feels so good,” he whispers. You had never touched him like this. He always made up an excuse and only wanted to pleasure him. This had been built up for a while. “It feels good, Minnie?” His mouth falls open at your little nickname for him, you know he had a soft spot for it. You begin to suck on him and his hand travels into your hair. You let him tangle into it and guide your head. His whimpers and moans are so pleasing to your ears. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was a sight for sore eyes. He pulled you up by your hair harshly, “get on the bed.” You quickly obeyed and crawled onto the bed.

He pulls his damp shirt off and crawls onto the bed. He slide off your shirts but leaves your panties on. All this teasing and build up has you soaked. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” You teasingly open one then the other and lean your hips forward. He groans at the sight and brings his head down to your inner thighs. He places a wet peck which makes you gasp at the sensation. His thumb grazes over your wet spot and you move your hips to get more friction. “So inpatient,” he coos as he hooks his finger inside your panties. Only to let it go to snap against you, a pathetic whimper leaves your mouth. He smirks as he shuts your legs close, he bites softly on your hip. You squirm a bit as he finally takes your underwear in his teeth and drags it off you.

You grab him and pull him up to your lips. You can’t help but want him, need him. Your legs spread open again as he settles between them. His hand creeps up your thigh and onto your folds. You moan into his mouth as his fingers play with you. His thumb traces around your clit and you have to force yourself to pull away from his lips. “Can’t take the heat, princess?” You clench around nothing at this new nickname. Yes, give you the princess treatment. “Please, Minnie,” you start to beg. “I need you so bad,” you push up your hips hoping he’ll finally relieve you. He smiles, “you sure?” You nod your head crazily, “yes please. I need you.”

With your reassurance, he finally gives you what you want. His arms rest next to your head, lips just inches away. He lines himself up and slides into you. The burn of him stretching you out scared you for a moment, but then it goes away. The pain replaced with pleasure. He feels so deep inside you, feeling so full. He slowly pulls out then back in, the feeling of butterflies rush inside your tummy. You can hear his soft moans in your ear, he’s resisting so hard. Hearing his noises are so satisfying to you. He thrusts a harsh stroke and you moan loudly, the pleasure had increased. “Please Minnie, go harder.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, giving more access for him to go harder. He begins to thrust long hard strokes into you, you feel like you’re in cloud 9. Whimpers and moans cloud the room, both of yours. He babbles a, “I love you,” as he continues his thrusts. Your eyes roll back when he reaches the gummy part inside of you. His hands begin to travel around your body, then finally resting around your neck. He squeezes softly at first to see if your play with it, you immediately grip his hand to go harder.

He changed your position so you’re on your stomach, your face smashed into his pillow. His thrusts feel even more heavenly in this position. He continues to hit and hit in your gummy spot. You feel drool fall out of your mouth as your eyes roll back constantly. He pulls you by your hair and makes you kiss him, nothing but tongue and teeth gnashing. You begin to feel this knot in your stomach as your moans become more and more high pitched. You can feel his nails dig into your hips, which will probably bruise later. You push back into him, aligning with his thrusts. Your legs begin to shake as your arms give out on you.

You yell out Seungmin’s name multiple times and he shushes you, “shh princess.. Finish for me.” You mind and vision get foggy as the only thing you can focus on is this drunk dazed high. You feel an knot and an explode of pleasure. Your body trembles as your breathing is harsh. You feel a warm liquid rush inside you as Seungmin lets out a loud groan. He feel him pull out and feel sore now between your legs. You fall into your back and he comes towards you.

He pulls you into a kiss on your bruised lips. You entangles your hands together, his eyes so full of love. “I love you, y/n.” He once again tells you. He caresses the hair out of your face. “I love you, Seungmin.” He smiles big and pulls you into him. Pulling the covers over and you get comfortable. “I’m gonna marry you someday,” you giggle at his words. “Just you wait.”

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A/n~ i cant with all this lovey dovey stuff. It makes me feel so lonely😭

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An Evening It Was

I am lying on my bed, I don't know how long it has been maybe an hour maybe just 10 mins. The ceiling is white, plain, dull, it has no border designs, unlike back at my parents house, the one I left. Its just plane, square with a fan a little left from the center, probably those who lived before me had their bed right below it. There is a hook in center, where the fan was actually supposed to be, maybe it was for light bulb, who knows. Things fit in as one wishes, not the other way around. I have watched this countless time and thought same things. The fan is old and has dust settled on it, it hasn't been clean for last few months, nor been used much for last few weeks. There are also some spider webs, but no spider at sight, they left their home too. I hope they reached a good place, maybe they died on the way, or maybe they are alive at some better place than this hobbit's habitat. There is a big crack on the right wall, I have followed its path so many times, it looks like lighting, parting the sky but the walls are yellow not blue or grey, the crack is dark, not shining at all. The crack makes it's way to the window, opening up this box to the world, acting as a portal with white translucent curtains. Every morning the sun seeps in through them waking me up, somedays burning my soul, somedays healing my bones. The window is the only source of light in the room right now, it looks like sun will set sooner or later, the sky is in a fresh coat of purple hue with clouds orange, white and blue, in contrast to which the room is a muddy brownish blue. The clouds are slowly floating away to some far lands, they will lose their existence in form of rain soon, making some land feel alive again. Time is floating away too with the clouds, I wonder who was the first person who started calculating it. Why did they do so? What must have been so important for them to start quantization of time out of all things, trying to conquer something so unknown. It flows different for different things, how did they manage to make it acceptable to everyone? Within each breath I take, thousands or millions or more microbes must have been born and die let alone on my body, and then all on other humans body or that lake or the forests and literally every place, their flow of time is different than me. The clouds have passed the sky has been abandoned too, its now getting darker, a familiar shade of blue. The room is getting darker, the yellow walls looks muted into an unknown shade. The sun has set, left this side of earth to become still, calm, cold. There are yellow lights switching on, in houses outside of my room, windows lit, showing signs of existence one by one, forming a constellation on surface, while the sky turns darker, there are people alive and warm, people I don't know. There are no stars in the sky today, but the grey clouds hoarding around, it will rain, at least. There are crickets and insects who started chirping outside, toads and frogs are making a tune. Birds of night are playing in the sky, or maybe finding a shelter from the upcoming rain. Its dark outside, and so my room is now purely blue, with silhouettes of furniture, its growing colder. There is a distant noise of car honks and music, maybe someone is celebrating their joy. Its raining, the voices are dying, all I can hear is the rain getting louder and louder. The world is silent, the sky is crying. My hands are blue, my heart is quite, my breath is contained. The world has grown colder and I am cold with it too. So much time has passed. All i know is I am still lying on my bed.

#zeuge writes #idk lol

[lilyrizzy]

cw: mentions of the current McLaren fuckery, but minimal angst I promise! this is totally self-soothing so no promises on quality...

Daniel finds out about Max’s interview through a google alert.

Not the one he has for his own name, of course. His mum had made him switch that off over summer break, the third time she’d found him scrolling through Twitter instead of answering Isaac’s persistent questions.  

“When are we going to the beach, Uncle Daniel?”

“Can you help me make pancakes?”

“What colour car are you driving next year?”

I don’t know, he’d thought at the time but couldn’t say, I don’t fucking know.

But now he does.

Pink and blue, not as good as the black and yellow he wore last time, but it’s sure as fuck better than the orange he was forced to call ‘papaya.’ 

His mum must have mentioned it to Max too, maybe asked him to keep tabs on Daniel’s social media time like he’s 15 years old or something, because Max has eyed his phone like it was the enemy, like it was Zak Brown himself, for the last few weeks. Has tentatively asked Daniel, ‘what are you looking at?’ every time Max has caught him flicking.

And Max is about as subtle as a red flag on the best of days, but he’d really given himself up when he’d suggested, ‘a hike would be very fun if we also leave our phones in the car,’ halfway through their trip to Perth. Like Daniel didn’t have to drag his ass out of bed, all but kicking and screaming, every other off-season.

This break had been different though, Daniel the one reluctant to get out of bed and face the reality of a world in which his days racing were numbered. One where he’d eventually have to remove, ‘Formula 1 Driver,’ from all his social media bio’s, the first public acknowledgement of failure, the career equivalent of a relationship status changed on Facebook.

But it’s fine.

He has a seat, has millions of McLaren dollars trickling into his bank account, and the chance at a fresh start.

And apparently, a boyfriend that is no longer so media wary.

At Daniel’s request, the first three times he’d been asked some variation of, ‘are McLaren right to dump Ricciardo in the dust,’ he’d given as close an answer to no comment as he could without actually saying the words. Daniel knows, because he’d checked in bed on Saturday night, qualifying over and Max snoring soundly in the bed next to him.

On pole of course, no reason to lose sleep.

So clearly, between qualifying and winning, Max’s loyalty had grown teeth. Or maybe he’d just gotten sick of them asking a variation of the same three questions, but in the video there was no sign of that tell-tale frustration weighing down his shoulders that he usually got right before he threatened to headbutt somebody.

EXCLUSIVE! Verstappen: If McLaren wanted Ricciardo to perform, they should have “built a better car.”

The notification lights up his lock screen like all the other articles tagged with Max’s name do.

Daniel groans, even as he feels the tiny smile start tugging at the corner of his lips. It only grows as he watches the full video, the cocky smirk on Max’s face as he shrugs at the journalist’s shameless attempt to get a controversial soundbite: “Do you think Daniel regrets leaving Red Bull now?”

“McLaren will regret this decision when Daniel is, of course, getting podiums next year with Alpine,” is all the Max on Daniel’s screen says.

Daniel climbs out of their bed and walks to the bathroom door, the article on his phone still open and lighting the way.

“Max,” he says, unable to keep the hint of laughter out of his voice as he looks at the soft outline of his body through the foggy shower door, “what did you do?”

“Hmm?” Max hums, like he has no idea what Daniel is referring to. Maybe he doesn’t. Max so rarely notices when his version of simple honesty isn’t the same shade as everyone else’s, when it’s been coloured by his feelings.

“Verstappen insisted, Daniel is the best driver on the grid?” He reads the words, typed out soundbites for anyone to see, aloud as though they are a question.

“Oh,” is all Max says over the noise of running water, rinsing his hair, “that.”

Daniel laughs and it bounces off the steam-damp tiles. “Yeah,” he agrees, “that.”

“It is the truth,” is all Max says, then turns off the shower.

“Max,” Daniel half-groans, half-snorts, “you can’t really believe that.” Max doesn’t say anything, just reaches a hand through the open glass door, clenching and unclenching his fist in a grabbing motion until Daniel passes him a towel.

“You are the best driver,” Daniel tries again, because it’s true and because he’s looking for something. Right after Hungary, it was a fight but now it's something sweeter, better.

“No,” Max disagrees, scrubbing roughly at his hair with the towel, droplets of water sliding down his naked body that Daniel can’t help but follow with his eyes. “I have the best car. There is a difference.”

Of course Max gives it to him, something to cover the crack in his chest that these days means his heart is pumping out in the open air, vulnerable.

Daniel puts the phone down on the counter.

“Oh, is there?” He asks, a teasing lightness to his voice that he can manage now he allows himself to trust in that layer of protection. He crowds Max against the wall, covering the skin that has just begun to show goosebumps with his own body. Water soaks into the fabric of his sweatpants, turning them from light grey to dark.

“Yes,” Max agrees, looking up at Daniel where he is slumped down a little, towel hanging limp from one hand before he lets it drop to tangle his hands in Daniel’s hair. “If we had the same car, I would be fighting you for the win every week.”  

Daniel ducks his head to taste the clean water running down Max’s neck from his hair. He wishes it were saltier, misses the taste of Max’s sweat.

What he misses more though is the taste of champagne when it was envy-free because it covered his own body as well.

“So we are both the best,” he muses against Max’s shoulder, kissing a freckle there.

“Of course,” Max says like Daniel is asking him something stupid, like the time he’d wondered out loud if Max would want him as much if he packed it all in and retired.

Then, a little breathless where Daniel is sliding his hand along the inside of his thigh, “You can say, ‘fuck those cunts,’ from the podiums next year, yes?”

Daniel has to pull back then, to look at the grin splitting Max’s face, cheeky and adoring and match it with one of his own. Like this, with Max, it almost seems guaranteed. 

Success. Winning.

“You can also thank Zak Brown,” Max continues, “when you win the WDC. For all the support and belief, of course.”

And somehow, now, that also seems like a reality he could at least brush up against, if only he can stretch his fingers far enough. It’s easier to believe in his ability to climb out from the hole he’s dug, when he knows he’s got Max at the edge, dangling him a rope.

“You’re right,” he says, “fuck those cunts, Maxy,” then tugs him in for a bruising kiss so he can say the next words against his mouth.

“I’m gonna be winning again soon.”

#idk i just wanted to write a lil comfort to comfort myself lol #thank you as always to my lovely lorna for making me think about max going feral to the media #instead of just like impending sadness and doom over the current situation #fic #max/daniel

[inheroes--wetrust]

ok this is based on first read only so it might get crazy but there is no fucking way that kiriona is gideon. evidence below anyone please feel free to discuss i am FERAL over here

(EDIT: no fucking way that kiriona is *full gideon. i am now fully in camp "kiriona is gideon with some very very key pieces missing like oh i dont know her love and humanity")

1) during the broadcast and in the book, it's made very clear that gideon's body is dead. she's described as waxy like naberius (who we all know is dead as a doornail). if it's gideon's body and gideon's soul, they should snap back together no issues. palamedes seems to think that just bringing nona close to gideon's body would draw her soul out and gideon would be whole again, and palamedes is the smartest necromancer of his generation (love you bb). there's a soul piloting a body here. they aren't cohesive.

2) tamsyn said in a recent interview (https://books.tumblr.com/post/693388542787846144/writer-spotlight-tamsyn-muir-tamsyn-muir-probably) there is a pecking order to POV characters. paraphrasing here, but she said that if possible, gideon is first and foremost the POV character. we obviously see this in HtN - gideon is narrating the mithraeum chapters of the book, and as soon as she comes to the surface, she is the POV character. when they first came into contact with gideon's walking and talking corpse, i half expected POV to switch to gideon, but we never got that.

3) a fucking FRIENDSHIP BRACELET? with IANTHE???? hell fucking no. what in the world. why would they even put that there? it makes absolutely zero sense, there's no point to it other than for nona to point out they're working together. chekhov's friendship bracelet. maybe ianthe is controlling gideon's corpse somehow? i have no idea it's four in the morning.

4) the way she interacts with everyone but especially the sixth house. you expect me to believe that gideon nav sees a dying cam for the first time since her sacrifice and is just like oh hey cam looks like you're dying soon? absolutely not. the sex pal thing was also aggressive. very "hey palamedes remember that thing we did together who else would know i called you sex pal once". iirc, she never actually called him that - she was just pointing out a fun gideon fact.

5) she doesn't care about harrow. gideon cares EXCLUSIVELY about harrow. gideon "it was not my thumb to let them bite off" sees alecto piloting harrow's body and just says sure i'm going to let that happen? not in ten thousand years.

this obviously leaves a million questions starting with 1) who is kiriona and 2) WHERE IS GIDEON but these are 100% two different souls. tamsyn i need alecto now please and thank you.

EDIT: More evidence on the second reread.

6) when cam and nona-as-harrow go to see ianthe, ianthe says, "How are you surviving, Harrowhark the First? How can you stand beneath the light of Number Seven? Unless I am addressing..." and then nona screams, there's a general panic, and ianthe is like FINE OKAY FUCKING RELAX and tells nona she's coming back to the emperor with her. lyctors can survive an RB when their cavs are at the forefront. harrow's cav is gideon. and pre-NtN, harrow had a lobotomy that caused her to have a breakdown at the sound of gideon's name. what else would she have been saying other than "Unless I am addressing Gideon Nav", which should make no sense considering ianthe knows full well that kiriona exists. unless of course kiriona is not gideon or at least not gideon all the way.

7) https://www.tor.com/2022/09/13/tamsyn-muir-on-lyctorhood-as-genderfuckery-and-greasy-bible-study-in-nona-the-ninth/ new interview by tamsyn for the nona release. the last question strongly hints that gideon's body and gideon's soul - or at least not all of it - are not in the same place, and at least some of it is still with harrow.

8) pyrrha says john shouldn't have been able to pull gideon's soul all the way back to put her back in her body. she explicitly says that harrow still has a piece of gideon and john could not have gotten it back, AND that john should have been able to do better. he resurrects. that's LITERALLY his thing. he should have been able to bring gideon back perfectly, but he didn't. why?

9) get in line, thou big slut. on first glance, this is gideon nav to a t. i love her so much. however. i find it SUPER interesting that slut, which has (to my knowledge) never been used in the previous two books, is used twice in NtN both by ianthe - once about the original lyctors, once about corona. idk what it was about it, but the use of it three times in the book, when previous insults have been along the lines of "you mutant, you mistake, you great big calf-eyed fuck-up" just struck me a little. iffy. this one is definitely more out there but the use of slut in the book just stood out to me for some reason (a sentence you can only type when talking about the locked tomb).

upon further review i have decided that kiriona and gideon are definitely not 100% the same soul, but kiriona could have a piece of gideon's soul, because a lot of the ninth house stuff is very gideon, especially with crux. i still want alecto now.

#nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #nona spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #gideon nav

[workof-tortured-poetsdepartment]

this is just me writing dumb shit

An Evening It Was

I am lying on my bed, I don't know how long it has been maybe an hour maybe just 10 mins. The ceiling is white plain dull, it has no border designs, unlike back at my parents house. Its just plane, square with a fan a little left from the center, probably those who lives before me had there bed right below it. There is a hook in center, where the fan was actually supposed to be, maybe it was for light bulb, who knows. I have watched this countless time and thought same things. The fan is old and has dust settled on it, it hasn't been clean for last few months. There are also some spider webs, but no spider at sight, they left their home too. I hope they reached a good place, maybe they died on the way, or maybe they are alive at some better place than this hobbit's habitat. There is a big crack on the right wall, I have followed its path so many times, it looks like lighting, parting the sky but the walls are yellow not blue or grey, the crack is dark, not shining at all. The crack makes it's way to the window, with white translucent curtains. Every morning the sun seeps in through them waking me up, somedays burning my soul, somedays healing my bones. The window is the only source of light in the room right now, it looks like sun will set sooner or later, the sky is in a fresh coat of purple hue with clouds orange, white and blue, in contrast to which the room is a muddy brownish blue. The clouds are slowly floating away to some far lands, they will lose their existence in form of rain soon, making the land feel alive again. Time is floating away too with the clouds, I wonder who was the first person who started calculating it. Why did they do so? what must have been so important for them to start quantization of time out of all things. It flows different for everyone, how did they manage to make it acceptable to everyone? Within a breathe I take, thousands or millions or more microbes must have been born and die let alone on my body, and then all on other humans body or that lake or the forests and literally every place, their flow of time is different. The clouds have passed the sky has been abandoned too, its now getting darker, a familiar shade of blue. The room is getting darker, the yellow walls looks muted into an unknown shade. The sun has set, left this side of earth to become still, calm, cold. There are yellow lights switching on, in houses outside of my room, windows lit, showing signs of existence one by one, forming a constellation on surface, while the sky turns darker, there are people alive and warm, people I don't know. There are no stars in the sky, there are grey clouds hoarding around, it will rain, at least. There are crickets and insects who started chirping outside, toads and frogs are making a tune. Birds of night are playing in the sky, or maybe finding a shelter from the upcoming rain. Its dark outside, and so my room is now blue, with silhouettes of furniture, its growing colder. There is a distant noise of car honks and music, maybe someone is celebrating there joy. Its raining, the voices are dying, all I can hear is the rain. The world is silent, the sky is crying. My hands are blue, my heart is quite, my breath is contained. The world has grown colder and I am cold with it too. All i know is I am still lying on my bed.

#i am ded

[anonymous-dentist]

hi AD! yeehaw this is cutting it close to the 500 word limit but heyyy can i send this part from rotten to the core in for the dvd commentary thing?

Quackity is pretty sure that he shouldn’t be moving right after a car crash. His brain could be, like, mush. His spine could be broken in seven different places. His arms sure feel broken, and his neck, but maybe that’s just the shock.

But he moves, anyway, fumbling to unbuckle his seatbelt and to try and open the driver’s side door. There’s kind of an air bag in the way, but he manages. The fresh night air is, uh, well, a breath of fresh air, and Quackity tumbles his way sideways out of his car gratefully.

He rolls onto his back and stares up at the sky, heart a million miles an hour and lungs screaming in pain. His entire body is in pain, actually, but he still has a terrified, exhilarated smile on his face, and he can’t help but laugh almost maniacally. Adrenaline, baby! He may die of broken bone disease in a minute, but at least he’s out of that goddamn car.

In a sudden burst of excitement, he pumps both of his fists in the air and lets out a, “Yeah! Take that, bitch!”

He points at the smoking remains of the car and the smoking remains of the tree. He can see the scorpion’s tail poking out from above the car’s roof. It’s twitching, but the scorpion has to be dead. It has to be.

It has to be.

But, to make sure, Quackity forces himself to his feet. His legs shake under him and his eyes swim with the effort, but he still forces one step, and then another, and then another.

There are footsteps from somewhere, he can hear them. He can also hear voices- some shouting, some whispering. He’s always been good at hearing, but not too good at listening. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about, but he could care less. He is on a mission.

He leans against the car to catch his breath, squinting up at the twitching tail. How is it not dead yet?

“What the fuck?” he wheezes, one arm clenched around his aching chest and the other just barely propping himself up on the car. “You should be dead.”

Somewhere beyond the trees, someone shouts, “Hello? Is there someone there?”

“You should be dead!” Quackity yells. His panicked laugh returns in full force, growing in volume as the car slowly starts rolling backwards, the scorpion unpinning itself and turning around and starting to crawl towards him with purpose.

He backs up just as slowly, stumbling over his own feet. He thinks that he has a concussion. He thinks that maybe he is about to die after all.

There is a light through the trees that seems to be growing closer, rapidly closer. That has to be someone. The strawberry farmer? Someone. Maybe they know how to- how to kill a gigantic evil scorpion from the pits of hell.

OKAY SO SO SO

Starting from right when the car crashed, I had like five different endings on the doc I kept switching between while trying to decide which one to use. One of them had Quackity killing the scorpion entirely, which was quickly scrapped when I remembered that only like three types of metal can kill monsters (and I really didn't think Quackity's dad's car was made out of celestial bronze.) Another had him getting knocked out the second he crashed into the tree, which was realistic, but which I decided was bullshit because demigods can survive fucking anything. They're strong as hell.

So that's two endings down. Quackity is now on the ground outside of the car, and he's doing my favorite little Quackity thing: panic-laughing. Looking through dsmp vods and shit, most of the time when something is Going Bad, Quackity is laughing, and I just. Had to include it. He's 16, man, he isn't going to have any fancier coping mechanisms than screaming and laughing and scream-laughing. Some people are fight, or flight, or fawn, but Quackity? He's just kinda fucking around. It's really disconcerting to deal with firsthand. I can say for sure that Sapnap, for example, is going to deal with a situation Going Bad and will be all adrenaline "I'm gonna fucking kill you!!!" because he is Sapnap, and he'll look over and Quackity will just be smiling and laughing as he dodges a club to the head, and Sapnap will think "What The Fuck". He doesn't have a "proper" panic response, as I think you saw in this chapter pretty well. Panic plans are his best plans, real spur-of-the-moment, no room for overthinking.

And then there's the fuckers in the woods.

They were supposed to be Tommy and Tubbo originally, actually, which took up two of the remaining three possible endings. They had snuck out of their cabins to prank Ranboo, had heard the fucking car crash on the camp border, and had gone to investigate. But neither ending really worked. Wrong time. So instead they're making their grand appearance in this coming chapter, and they're still as. Well.

In the end, I went with the Dream Team being out in the woods. They snuck out of their cabins (Hermes for Dream, Ares for Sapnap, and Dionysus for George) to- I kid you not- play Extreme Hide And Seek in the very dangerous woods on the edge of camp (manhunt, anybody?) But then they heard the car crash and sent Dream to check it out because he lost at rock-paper-scissors, which is why it took so long for them to get to him in the first place. So cut to Quackity basically passing out in Dream's arms and the chapter ending.

"What the fuck," Dream says. He looks up from the kid to the giant scorpion pounding at the camp border hissing like crazy, trying to get in. "What the fuck? Sapnap! George! Can you- guys!" It takes a moment too long for Sapnap and George to appear. Sapnap has a fresh black eye, and George has a split lip, and Dream doesn't care at all, actually, because they're both idiots. Sapnap notices the monster first, and his eyes light up like fireworks. He draws his sword eagerly, not even waiting a second to charge at it and finish it off with an excited whoop. George stays put, though. He looks down at the kid and sighs. Dream tries not to think too deeply about the owl sitting on a tree branch above them staring. That would be... annoying.

And so that's the ending we have! There's not a lot to say about Quackity in this segment, actually. He just got out of a car crash and Struggled(tm). It's the forest dudes that are more interesting imo

#asks! #ask games! #look a whole Scene went down with the dteam when they got back to camp #sap has had something Awaken in him

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13, 19, 26 and 42!

Oooh omg okay I love these questions we're getting into process and organization this is fantastic thank you

13. Where or from whom did you learn how to gif?

When I first started, I think I had found some tutorial somewhere that I was using and I wasn't having a great time of it lol. But then @itstruthtime linked me to this tutorial and it pretty much changed my life tbh. 20/10, would recommend to anyone who wants to learn to gif. Of course there are lots of other little tutorials and various tips and tricks I've picked up along the way, but as for the basics, it's that tutorial. And also just like, I would like to make a point to shout out Cim in general who has been very patient and helpful and encouraging as I've been learning things, and is always happy to kindly let me know when I have been doing things I didn't even realize were wrong, like always posting my gifsets as text posts instead of image posts lmao.

19. What is your giffing process like?

Well, it's basically like the tutorial I linked in the last question. I plan out my concept, including scenes and any text that will need to go with each gif, and I usually just write that down in a notepad file that I don't even save. Then I check to see if I have screencaps of the scenes I want to use - sometimes I'll end up finding a different scene to use that way as well, but if I don't already have the scene I want screencapped and I don't find an alternative, then that's my next step (screencapping my beloathed). Then it's loading all the frames in and converting them to a smart object with the gif action I have. And then the fun begins!

Usually I start with a curves layer and maybe levels just to get the brightness right, and then I start playing around with hue/saturation and selective colour to adjust the colouring. About a month ago I realized that you can actually adjust the hue/saturation of individual colours rather than the whole image at once so uh... thanks for Cim for helping me come to that realization lmao. The option was literally right there I just didn't look so WHOOPS. Once I have the colouring right I move on to any typography that needs to be added, which is basically just a process of cycling through a million fonts until I find one or two that feel right, picking colours and setting styles, switching it screen or vivid light or exclusion or whatever else makes it look the best. I do all of that on just one gif, and then I usually drag those layers over to the other gifs as a base and just tweak them until everything looks like it goes together well.

Then I export them all to gifs and load them into a post draft, and this is the point where I usually realize that I forgot to set them to loop so they just play once or stop, or I didn't adjust the end of the timeline so it just goes white and the typography is there without an image behind it for a moment lol. So then I go back and fix that and save the gifset as a draft. I take a look at the post there to see how it looks all together, and I also look at it on my phone (I've realized that some of my gifsets are probably too saturated because for some reason everything looks so much less saturated on my laptop than on my phone, so this is an important step). And then it's just a matter of tweaking things until it looks good in both places!

26. How many un-posted sets are in your drafts right now?

I've answered this already, and the answer remains: none. I'm too impatient for that lol. If I had anything in my drafts, you would know because I would be making posts complaining about it (see: 1, 2, 3, 4)

42. How is your gif folder organized? Is it organized at all?

Yes it's very organized!!

Okay so first in my main gif folder I have a folder for everything I've posted, a folder for templates and just other useful things to come back to, a folder my things I make for my own blog (basically just my header I guess lol), and a folder for things I make for the KurtbastianArchive blog. And then any other folders are just for gifsets that I am working on at the moment. You can see in this screenshot that I'm planning an alignment gifset (like an alignment chart of Glee characters) and a Kurtbastian gifset with Mr. Brightside lyrics... I have not touched either in a long time lmao so they won't be happening anytime soon.

And then within the posted folder, I have a folder dedicated to each gifset I've ever posted. I have sort of standard naming conventions, where I generally start with the character or ship it's about, and will also include if it's for a specific event or a specific person usually, and then some other detail to describe it (which, as you can see, is usually a song name lol).

And then inside each of those folders, I have the PSD and the GIF file for each gif in the set :)

I also have a really organized file structure set up for my screencaps! Each episode gets it's own folder, and then within the folder there are subfolders for specific scenes. That way once I screencap a scene, I don't have to do it again, I can just come back and reuse the same screencaps. I usually try to screencap a whole scene at a time rather than just the specific moment that I plan to use for exactly that reason.

#these were stupidly fun to answer thank you so much <3 #ask #ask game #mine #tuiyla

[kariachi]

Okay, pokemon spoilers ahead as I check out the new trailer! Giving a shit about little but the pokemon themselves, but still.

Oh look, there’s the fruit again. Plot of the game clearly a feud between different agricultural guilds.

Looks like the games have different professors. I’m liking Sada more right now, she looks like she does badass shit.

It seems we have a new rival. She looks nice enough, like the green streak in her hair we haven’t got that with with other rivals/companions before.

I hate to be assuming pronouns on this, the first day of Pride, but it’s Nintendo we all know what these fuckers genders are.

Hold on she has a new pokemon! A little orange electric(?) fucker that is giving me mole vibes in the same way Eevee gives fox vibes. It’s clearly not one but, it gives the vibe. Is cute I suppose. Love it just because it’s an electric-type and there’s laws but I’ll need some time to get used to it. I have high hopes for it’s line though, little guy could go places. Presuming it’s not the pikaclone, it could be, it’s got the cheek spots, but normally those are more firmly in the ‘cute’ category and more blatantly a rodent of some type. I hope it’s not it’s gonna need an evo and they never get those.

‘Science is amazing’ guy has been elevated to trailer-worthy, good for him

It looks like you’ll be able to multiplayer the game? Like, up to four people doing their run and the same time maybe? They’re brief on it but I think that’s what they’re going for.

Also, character customization lives! Will it live up to my hefty expectations of “give black people some proper hair variety, give redheads some love, and don’t lock unisex accessories to certain genders”? I have no hope. But still, it’s better than losing it int he generation change.

Listen, not being able to wear glasses in Ultra Sun because I’m being forced to present as a girl to get a fucking skirt has broken me in many ways, let me be. Too fucking queer for that game, still haven’t picked it back up...

Mareep line is back! My electro-sheep children!

Either they are giving us a new pokemon based on I think yew trees or this is supposed to be a Budew-line variant. It’s got the same, thing, going as Budew or really any other bipedal bud critter, but that is clearly a yew berry on it’s head.

Also we can still sneak up on pokemon like in Legends Arceus. So that’s nice.

Piggy!!! It’s a pig it’s a pig it’s a pig it’s a pig

Please stay quadrapedal I don’t care about the stupid cat any more stay on all fours I’m begging I’ve been wanting a new pig since the Tepig line I love them so much and I want one on all fours please if you do this I may even buy a switch and the game used just so I can play Mari and give her a proper boar I’m begging please let have this

Lechonk!!! She’s perfect I love her I want five million the only way this could get better is if she evolved into something quadrapedal that just, grew hams or something, I’m begging please I’ll kill

Is? Is that supposed to be a Chewtle variant? Because it looks the same but the colors aren’t right, Chewtle are obnoxiously bright and watery, at least that I remember... I, guess it could be the new lighting and model? I don’t know that threw me the fuck off 

We appear to now have trainer charging stations throughout the landscape. Just, little kiosky stops. Huh.

Not looking too bad...

Wait, legends reveal!

Okay, I’ll give these fuckers look a lot more appealing than the last pair of box legends. The one for Scarlet looks like someone tried to cross an anole, a dragon, some sort’ve water critter probably a salamander which with the colorscheme would make this a fire/dragon type, and a peacock, looks pretty cool, not the coolest thing ever but cool enough to work with. Meanwhile the one for Violet looks like ‘take eastern dragon and make it future robot’, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, still got the puffy chest that’s making me think anole (though maybe I’m just surrounded by too many of them), looks kinda spacey, kinda sparky, so I’m gonna guess electric/dragon or electric/steel. Could be steel/dragon but I don’t think they’re gonna go that way. Both of them look really cool in very different ways, I’m liking them.

And that’s it. Gotta say, not a bad showing. Now I just have to run through Serebii real quick to see what information we’ve got. Give me a minute.

Electric child is called Pawmi which, okay not a bad name. Also confirmed electric child.

“In addition to the electric sacs in its cheeks, Pawmi has electricity-discharging organs on its forepaws. It generates electricity by rubbing its cheeks, then it shocks its opponents by touching them with the pads on its forepaws. Not only is the fur that covers its body good insulation against the cold, but it also serves the purpose of storing electricity. When it feels uneasy, this cautious Pokémon will begin rubbing its cheeks, preparing itself to discharge an electric shock.“

Yeah, looks like it’s gonna be the regional pokeclone then. Shame, waste of what could’ve been a good line. Also apparently it’s a mouse which, I’m sorry it just gives mole vibes.

Smoliv? The grass ones are based on olives? I mean similar shape and yew berries are red not green but I didn’t even think for a second. I’m honestly not as interested now. A yew pokemon would’ve been out of left field but an olive pokemon? That’s just baseline Mediterranean. And given how baseline Smoliv’s design already is... Yeah, not feeling hopeful for that one. Maybe I’ll be proven wrong and I’ll love it but, not right now.

“The oil that comes out of its head has a very strong bitter taste, and it is not suitable for consumption. When startled or attacked, Smoliv will shoot this oil out, slowing its opponent down. It will then seize that moment to run away. In the fruit on its head, Smoliv stores oil made from nutrients it gathers through photosynthesis. As a result, it can go for a week without eating or drinking.? It prefers dry and sunny climates, and it seems to spend its days sunbathing.“

Okay, we cannot harvest the Smoliv for oil. Yet. Gotta admit, like the lore here, that’s a very clever way to justify the production of oil for the line.

Lechonk is normal type, I pretty much expected that and it doesn’t change my bone-deep love for it. Presumably it’s one of our early-route normal types, which could go either way as far as usability but are always at least fun.

“Lechonk uses its sense of smell to find and eat only the most fragrant wild grasses and the richest Berries. As a result of its dining habits, it has come to radiate an aroma resembling herbs that bug Pokémon dislike. If attacked by an opponent and startled, it will charge forward in a panic.? It may appear fat at first glance, but in reality, the Pokémon’s body is mostly muscle built by constantly walking around in search of food.”

!!! I was right! This game is for anosmiacs and anosmiacs only! Smelling nose pig! Also pet bug repellant! And it don’t matter whether the herbs it smells like smell good or bad or how strong it is because this pokemon is being claimed for the world’s anosmiacs I am sticking a flag in it right the fuck now! And Mari is one of my anosmiac OCs so it all works out! They are appealing to me specifically with this!

Legends are Koraidon (for Scarlet) and Miraidon (for Violet), nice names. Again, much better than the last box legends.

Rival is Nemona, I like that name, it fits her.

Game can supposedly be played in any order, which makes sense if they’re doing the ‘you can 4-player this’ thing I guess. It’s Serebii so I believe it but still.

Not too bad, Nintendo and Gamefreak, not too bad...

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[lifewithasideofdepression]

When You Wake Up Feeling Depressed Already…

I’ve been having some days where I just wake up feeling depressed already, and it feels like I don’t even stand a chance to have a good day. I take my antidepressants every morning, but sometimes those days just sneak their way into the week. As someone who has been fighting depression for over 15 years, here are a few tips on how you can combat this that have helped me recently.

Find that one thing that gets you up in the morning. 

For me, it’s coffee. I love the taste of coffee so much it always puts me in a slightly better mood. Even if I’m feeling really down, it helps a little bit. Honestly, if for you it’s eating a cookie, then get up and eat a fucking cookie, who cares. It could be something like feeding your cat or walking your dog, though you should also feed your dog. My cats never let me sleep past 9:30am, so that’s also a helpful tool! 

It could even be something like getting up to pee. If that’s the case, maybe spend some time making your bathroom really nice. Pick a theme - ocean, vampires, whatever does it for you - decorate a little, make sure it smells nice and is clean. That way, when you get up to pee on those God-awful mornings, it’s at least nice in there. Bathrooms can be a bit sad when they are a gross, off-white color and just have the bare essentials. Invest in some nice toilet paper. I honestly don’t know why anyone buys anything other than Cottonelle. I mean, I understand wanting to save money, but I personally like to invest in a nicer version of something I use every day on some of my most prized body parts. 

Bottom line is to prioritize something that you can look forward to when you wake up in the morning, no matter how small it is.

2. Introduce a “non-negotiable” into your morning routine.

I heard this on a podcast that I love, and it has made a huge impact on my life. A non-negotiable is a good habit that you must do every day, otherwise you would feel weird. Think about any habits that you currently have - is it drinking coffee? Smoking a cigarette? Turning a light switch on/off thirteen times before you leave for work? If there was something healthy that you could be doing every day that you think would help your overall routine and productivity, then you can form it into a habit! 

For me, it’s 10 minutes of yoga in the morning. I wanted to be more active, but working out was a little too extreme for me at the time, so I thought about trying yoga. There are millions of free yoga videos on youtube that you can use for any skill level. I tried a challenge where I did 10 minutes of it every morning for 30 days, and now I feel weird throughout the day if I don’t do it! I love how stretching makes me feel and it activates my entire body before starting the day. 

For you, again, this can be something as simple as a cup of coffee or tea, a nice bath, a puzzle, or walking your dog. Something that is short and easy to do every day, is helpful or healthy for you, and can help you feel accomplished before your day really even starts. It would only take about 2 weeks for your brain to realize that this is something that you need to do every day, and it will form it into a habit.

3. Go outside

No, I am not an “outdoorsy” person by any means. I enjoy the occasional hike (LA hike, not Colorado hike, let’s be clear), but it all ends when I see a bug and need to run back inside to my spoiled, air conditioned life in the city. However, this is true for any human: fresh air and sunshine is a necessity. I think we all learned that from Covid, right? If you still disagree, try and prove me wrong by spending a few minutes outside every day for two weeks and tell me it didn’t make a difference. It won’t solve depression, but I think it’s incredibly helpful when your depression starts to cripple you and keep you locked inside more than usual. 

Whether you are in 0 degree or 110 degree weather right now, bundle up or strip down, and have your morning coffee/tea outside for a few minutes. If your job or other life responsibilities bring you outside occasionally, then great, but if you’re like me and are working from home now and go days without leaving the apartment, then I encourage you to try this. There is nothing quite like the real outdoors. It smells weird, the temperature is never quite that perfect 72 and sunny, there’s lots of trash, a kid is always screaming, but it’s our world and there’s something out there for everyone to feel at home and comforted.

4. Find a smile or laugh in between all the crying and anger.

Look I know the hopelessness feeling all too well. There are days when nothing matters, nothing works, it all is just hopeless, useless shit. You are just laying there waiting for a good feeling to come but it never does. We’ve also had good days, and we all have something that would make us laugh or smile, even if it’s just for a moment. I encourage you to find yours if you don’t already know it. Some of mine are: watching my cats fight, fun coffee memes, and New Girl no context youtube videos.

If you’re feeling particularly heavy after waking up and can’t pull yourself out of bed, you should try to distract yourself by finding something funny or enlightening online. I play a small mobile game on my phone in bed when I wake up, and once I lose a level, I’m distracted enough for a little bit to pull myself out of bed and start my day. You could play your favorite music or watch something funny or uplifting online. I would discourage scrolling through social media or the news, because there are a lot of triggering things out there. Be very particular about what you expose yourself to first thing in the morning.

5. Do something different each morning.

This sounds like a lot but I really mean switch up something so that your mornings aren’t all the same. For example, try a new outfit combination you haven’t ever worn before, alter your breakfast, change your Starbucks order every morning, walk around a different block for your morning walk, etc. The goal here is to make every day feel slightly different from the last. On my good days/weeks, I wake up with the optimism that it’s a new day and I am in control of how it’s going to go. However, when I am in a rut of depression every day, this is key for me. 

Among other things, I really feel my depression when it feels like my life is going nowhere and nothing is improving. If I wake up and have the same breakfast, or wear the usual comfortable, low-effort clothes, it hammers that feeling in. If I switch something up, it helps sell to my brain that it really is a different day, and things can in fact go differently than they did yesterday. 

Depression takes a long time to get under control, and for a lot of us, we will struggle with it for our entire lives. I personally think one of the key things about getting through the day to day with depression is appreciating the little victories and being patient with ourselves while we work through it. If I have a really bad day where I’ve neglected my responsibilities, my friends and family, and the things I usually love, I desperately want to have a better day the next day. It is my sliver of hope when I go to bed. Miracles and solutions don’t happen overnight, so these small changes and alterations we can do for ourselves are sometimes a big step in that direction.

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req: i was wondering if i could request a natasha x teen daughter reader where the reader has really bad social anxiety please? maybe where the reader was in the red room with natasha but given to hydra once the red room was taken down and natasha has been looking for her ever since she left the red room. on a mission to take down a hydra base natasha finally finds reader, and it's super emotional for the both of them and they're just happy to have each other back. natasha knows about readers social anxiety from when she was younger and sees that it's only gotten worse now, so she's super sweet and understanding. she saves the reader from the base and comforts her the whole way home because she's scared of all of the new people also on the jet (the other avengers). the reader lives with natasha at the compound with everyone else and natasha is just great about her social anxiety and never pushes her out of her comfort zone and comforts her when she has panic attacks. sorry if that's a lot, but thank you so much! i love your fics sooo much, you're such an amazing writer!!! 💖💖💖

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat finally finds you after years of looking.

word count: 4083

notes: i didn't make them peers in the red room because then they'd have to be around the same ages but i made them meet at the red room. also i didn't know how to write about her having social anxiety so i hope you don't mind that i didn't 😓 hope you like this <33

"stop," madame b's authoritative voice commanded and all of you stopped dancing. all of your peers seemed to be struggling to stand still on their battered feet, some breathing heavily but who could blame them? you had all been instructed to dance for hours now. you had to dance until you couldn't anymore.

your head faced madame b but your eyes landed on your best friend, veronika, for a split second. she seemed in pain and you vowed to check on her after whatever announcement your supervisor had for you. you stood tall, clenching your jaw in order to not show that you were in pain or out of breath.

madame b's gaze flickered to you for a second, her lip lifting up on one side for a brief moment before her face hardened once again.

"i have someone special here today. she's here to observe your training and if necessary, teach what you girls lack. she has long graduated this academy, please welcome miss natasha romanova."

you jolted awake, panting hard at the memory that just played in your dreams. you looked around you, seeing the same cell wall you had been put in for the past three years. after the fall of the red room academy where you were from, another organisation came and swooped you in, not wanting to waste your skills. you were the only one they took, having heard much about your abilities and reputation in the red room.

the girls stood all around you and veronika, watching the two of you spar tirelessly after hours of endless ballet. natasha and madame b watched the match closely, eyes trained on your techniques and movements.

after natasha had introduced herself to all of you, madame b had instructed her supposedly two best students—you and veronika— to demonstrate a true spar between skilled assassins.

while you were reluctant to attack your best friend, she had other plans, one that included impressing her idol who stood mere metres away from her. you were shocked when she started attacking you. never had she obeyed a command against you so quick.

you had to put away your initial shock to start attacking back in order to not get hurt by the hands of your own best friend. the look in her eyes was different, almost animalistic. it wasn't like the one she had when you two were laid in your beds side to side at night, handcuffed to it while you talked about your deepest struggles being in the academy. it wasn't the same one she had when you reassured her that she was doing okay whenever she said she would never be as good as you were at this whole assassin thing. it wasn't the same innocently surprised one she had just moments ago when she was addressed as one of madame b's best students.

this wasn't your best friend. this was a girl blinded by her desire to impress. she wanted to show natasha that she was the better one out of you two. your heart broke when you saw her desperation. it was obvious in the way she fought you.

it wasn't long before you had her in a chokehold, the girl struggling to get your grip off of her. your face visibly faltered, eyes tearing up slightly when you heard her whimpers. natasha took notice of this.

your lips were quivering when you turned to madame b. a simple nod from your trainer had you whispering a strained 'i'm sorry, i love you' in her ear before you broke her neck. the girl fell limp in your arms, dropping down to the mat, dead. you panted heavily as you stepped away from her body.

"good. this is what i expect of all of you," madame b turns to your peers, the stone cold look back on her face. "one thing you need to perfect though, y/n, is your emotions. don't get emotional over things that don't matter. i saw your inner conflict. veronika would have no reluctancy to end you if you were the one in the chokehold. she was more mentally prepared to be a ruthless assassin. you're lucky you're more skilful than she is. she would have no hesitation to kill you, close companion or not."

you swallowed that lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks to prevent crying right then and there. "you have a lot of potential, y/n. don't let your emotions ruin it. i have high hopes for you." she spoke once again, before dismissing everyone.

you left the room with a heavy heart, turning to look at veronika's body one last time before leaving quickly so you could break down where no one else could witness.

you rushed to the staircase where you and veronika would sneak away all the time when you were supposed to be having lunch. you two would always sit under those stairs, talk about anything and everything you could. your tears were now freely rolling down your face.

"hey," you heard a voice say and you quickly wiped your tears away. you looked up and saw that it was none other than natasha. "miss romanova," you breathed out, scrambling to get up before she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, the woman seating herself next to you on the floor, under the staircase.

"that must've been hard for you," she spoke after a few seconds of silence. "i remember my first time killing an actual person in training. they had me shoot targets and i consistently got the bullseye every time. then they switched out the targets to an actual person and i had a hard time doing that. i can't imagine how it must've been for you. i heard you and veronika were quite the inseparable duo."

you didn't move to show that you were shattered over the current events but the millions of tears silently streaming down your face said otherwise. natasha turned to you, reaching to wipe your tears away before gently caressing your cheek.

"you're a strong one, y/n. you remind me of myself when i was still in training. i can see myself in you." she told you truthfully. she had no idea why but she felt a strong connection towards you. she felt that you and her had so much in common. she had a strange inclination to protect you even though she knew damn well you were capable of doing so yourself.

since then, she always dropped by to help train all of you but you and her developed a relationship so strong that she even told you of her plans to get you out of that hellhole. at that point, it had been a few months since she'd turned good but she kept coming to the academy for your sake. she felt a sense of responsibility over you, like a mother would over her daughter.

she would with the other girls too if they had shown at least a bit of humanity but it seemed that the red room had ruined them beyond fixing. despite being the best student of the academy, you still weren't inhumane like the rest. you would hesitate to hurt others, only doing so when threatened and even that, you still weren't as heartless or cruel.

madame b would always berate you over this but natasha would pick up the pieces every single time. you loved her. she was the best thing in your life after veronika and your heart broke when the red room fell and you were taken away. away from the mother you never had.

you awoke with a jolt again. it was the second night in a row you were reliving your past memories. you touched your face and you felt the tears on it, wiping them with your sleeve as you sat up in your cold, uncomfortable bed in your cell. you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

you couldn't help but think of nat again. what could've happened if she managed to get you out before you were taken away? could you have a nice life with her? would you never have to hide under the stairs to have emotional exchanges with the woman? would you finally have been able to be who you were, not influenced by the evil around you?

you never knew what it was like having a mother but you imagined it was what nat had been towards you during the times you spent together at the academy. you two were more mother and daughter rather than trainer and student.

all of a sudden, alarms blared through the building and red warning lights flickered in your cell. you stood up, peeking through the small glass of your cell door to see guards rushing through the hallways in a frenzy.

you assumed that the facility was under attack and no one was coming to save you. you didn't even try, walking back to your bed to return to your position of hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

you could hear the chaos outside but opted not to pay attention to it. it didn't involve you and if no one was coming to save you from whatever was attacking the place—not that anyone in that place would, you were merely an asset to them—you wouldn't bother worrying about whether you were going to live by the end of the night.

a loud bang interrupted your thoughts and you looked up to see your cell door had been forcefully thrown open by a large man in stripes, holding a circular shield. you immediately stood up, getting ready to attack him when he spoke.

"i'm not here to hurt you." he said, holding out a hand as if to tell you to stop whatever you were about to do. "we're here to save you. you can finally leave this place now." he says gently. you frown at him, still in a stance ready to attack him.

"cap, is there someone in this room?" a familiar voice spoke and your head immediately turned to the door, where the owner of the voice stood, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. your face softened and a tiny gasp left your lips at the sight of her.

"y/n...is that you?" she breathed out, walking towards you and not stopping when she saw that you weren't alarmed or anything. "nat.." you choked out, tears starting to form. how crazy was it that you had been having flashbacks of her for the past two nights and suddenly she was here to come save you?

"y/n!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. you knees buckled but she held onto you tightly, sniffling as she caressed your head gently. you buried your face in her shoulder as you took in the familiar feeling of being in her arms once again.

more tears started to form in your eyes now. never had you thought you were actually going to see her again. you lost the hope of seeing her again two years ago. but here she was, standing in your cell and hugging you like there would be no tomorrow.

your hugging session was cut short when steve sheepishly spoke up. "sorry to uh, interrupt this reunion but more guards are coming, i think it's best if we leave now." he picked up his shield, leading the three of you out of the facility safely and back to their quinjet. the whole time, nat held onto your hand tightly, as if letting go would lead to another few years of being apart once again.

once you reached the quinjet, nat led you to the seats in the back where you two would have more privacy. the team watched the two of you in confusion before turning back to steve for an explanation as he was the one who was partnered with nat for this mission. all the captain could tell them was that you two knew each other way before this and that all of them would have to wait for an explanation from nat herself if they wanted to know what was going on.

when you reached the compound, nat led you to her room where she lent you her clothes and let you shower before tucking you into her bed. when she was sure you were comfortably asleep, she left the room quietly to go grab a glass of water only to find the whole team sat in the common room instead of back in their own rooms.

she looked at them, confused. "guys, it's like almost the crack ass of dawn and we just got back from a mission, why aren't you asleep? or were you debriefing? in the common room? did i miss it?"

"no, you know debriefings for late night missions are the next morning. we were waiting for you actually," steve spoke on behalf of the whole team. "me? for what?"

"nat, c'mon, don't act stupid. you know what we're talking about," clint makes an unimpressed face at his best friend. nat sighs, taking a seat next to him and the team look at her expectantly. she cleared her throat, preparing for a whole story time.

"you know how i was from the red room?" she asked them and they all nodded, urging her to continue her story. "well, after i graduated, i was asked to come help train the younger ones in the programme. during that time, i met this girl. she reminded me a lot of my younger self and she didn't seem completely brainwashed to the point where she lacked emotions. i grew close to her and after i met clint and joined SHIELD, i vowed to get her out of there because she went through a lot in that hellhole and i could tell she didn't want to do any of the things that the other girls were fine doing.

"she had a good heart and i didn't want it to be wasted. she was the best in the academy and i knew they had big plans for her. but i didn't want her to be programmed to kill. she was much more than that. so i made this whole plan for her escape. i kept going back to the academy to come see her and share my plan with her. clint, you always asked me where i kept disappearing to when we first started becoming friends. it was her. the people there didn't know i was already under SHIELD at that time—nobody did—so it was safe for me to keep visiting and keep planning an escape for her.

"but three years ago, the red room fell. i rushed over because i thought i could finally leave with her without anyone knowing. but apparently she'd been taken away. she was the only one of the girls who was taken. by who, i didn't know at that time. but i knew it was because of her skills and abilities. if the red room had big plans for her, i knew other organisations must've already heard of her too.

"i never stopped looking for her. i don't know why i never thought of HYDRA. but it doesn't matter anymore. i finally found her and i'm never letting her go. i hope you guys don't mind that she lives here now. if not, i'll move out and find somewhere for us."

the team seemed surprised that nat told them her story. they were very much expecting her to, well, not tell them because this seemed like a very personal story.

"no, no, of course she can stay. i'll even set up another room for her." tony says and nat nods gratefully. "what's her name?" wanda asks.

"y/n," nat tells her, smiling at the thought of you as she stands up. "alright, i have to go back to her. see you guys in the morning. maybe you'll get to see her then."

she bids them goodnight, leaving after grabbing a glass of water for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night, in need of it. she wasn't wrong because when she got back to her room, you were up, hugging your knees as you cried.

"hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, sugar?" she quickly puts the glass of water on the bedside table, sitting on the bed and pulling you close to her. you look up at her all teary-eyed and she feels her heart break.

"i–i thought i lost you again," you croaked out, burying your face in her shoulder. "oh, sugar, you'll never lose me ever again. i'll never let that happen. you're safe here with me. now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up." she stroked your hair gently, laying down next to you on the bed before you two fell into a blissful slumber in each other's arms.

true to her words, she was right next to you when you woke up the next time. she seemed wide awake and you felt bad because she probably had been up hours before but didn't leave you because you were scared.

"how'd you sleep, sugar?" she asked as you sat up, stretching. "the best i have in years. thanks to you, nat." you smiled at her, still not believing all of this is real. that you're finally reunited with the woman you thought of as your mother.

"do you want to meet my friends? they're dying to meet you," she tells you and you bite your lips nervously. "do you think they'll like me?"

"are you crazy? of course they will. and if they don't, i'll make them." she threatens playfully and you laugh, missing how protective of you she is. you smile, agreeing to her suggestions to meet her friends after you got ready for the day.

-

"hi, sweetie, you're y/n?" a man with fancy silk pyjamas greeted as you entered the common room with natasha. you nodded timidly, scooting closer to natasha. it was weird for natasha to see you this nervous. after all, you were the best student of your batch in the red room. but she understood that years with no actual social interaction does that to people.

"i hope you'll like staying here, i already have your room setting up as of right now. when you move in, you can tell me if you don't like anything and i'll change it for you. oh, i forgot, i'm tony," he extends a hand towards you and with an encouraging nod from nat, you hesitantly shake his hand. he smiles at you before telling you both he has projects to finish down in his lab and to tell him if you needed anything.

"hey, nat, not gonna introduce your friend to us?" you heard a voice from behind you and you two turned around to see two men and a woman. you recognised both men—one of them was the one who broke into your cell last night and the other one you had seen him a lot from pictures nat would show you during your secret meetings in your red room days. he was her best friend. you didn't know the woman but the kind smile on her face was enough to reassure you that these people weren't bad.

"y/n, meet clint, the idiot who i call best friend," she points to the shorter man. the name nat called him must've offended him because the face he made was hilarious that you let out a little giggle. nat smiles at this before proceeding to introduce the other two.

"this one's steve, he's an old man stuck in a young body—literally— so if he says things you don't understand, just smile and nod." you nod at nat and steve gives her an incredulous look, as if not believing the audacity she had to introduce him like that.

"this one's wanda, she's the least annoying person in this whole place and she can cook whatever you want so i think you two will get along really well." wanda smiles at you and you return it shyly. you smile at the other two before nat drags you away, telling them she still had others to introduce you to.

when you entered the kitchen, you saw a man reading a newspaper on the kitchen island while another man, whose skin was red, stood beside him. they seemed to be discussing something very intelligent because you didn't understand a single word they spoke.

"bruce, vision, i want you to meet someone." they turned their attentions towards you and nat and you immediately felt like hiding once again. "oh hello, steve told us you brought back someone from the mission. is this her? hello, i'm bruce," the man sitting down introduced himself.

"wait, is this the bruce?" you asked nat, smirking teasingly at her and she smacks you gently on the shoulder. the man seemed flustered at what you're insinuating, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"bruce, vision, this is y/n, i've known her for a long time and i finally found her after years so i hope you two won't mind that she'll be staying here from now on," nat tells them. the two of them didn't come on the mission last night so they were the only two who didn't actually see you until today.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n. i'm vision, i hope you'll enjoy your stay here." the man with the red skin greets formally and you turn to nat with a confused expression. "he's an android, he does things a bit weird here so don't mind him." she whispers to you and you nod understandingly.

"it's nice to meet you two, i hope we'll be good friends." you say awkwardly, hoping to get this whole introduction thing over with. how many people do you have left to meet?

speaking of the devil—or should you say, devils—, two annoying voices rang through the kitchen, interrupting the peacefulness that it was before they came in.

"i'm just saying that if you hadn't eaten my last bag of chips last week, i wouldn't have taken your cookies last night. it's all about fair play, man."

"and i keep telling you that it wasn't me! i don't even like those stupid salty ass chips from that brand,"

"stop lying, i saw you eating that brand the other day! just admit you stole my chips and go,"

"guys, are you really having another one of your stupid arguments now?" nat cuts them off and they immediately turned to you, finally noticing all of you.

"oh hey! y/n, right? it's nice to meet you, i'm sam. if you wanna survive in this place, you better hide your snacks because if you don't, this winter warrior here will snatch 'em all before you can even stash them in the cupboards. don't ever trust this guy here when it comes to your snacks. you heard what happened to mine," the man fakes a cry and you held back a laugh at his long introduction. you only wanted a name to match the face but he gave you much more. you didn't mind though, he seemed like a fun person.

"hi, doll, i'm bucky. don't listen to eagle right here, i do not steal snacks. i simply let people have a taste of their own medicine. you steal my snacks, wilson, i steal 'em back. you think i don't know you stole my oreos too last month? that's why i stole your damn chips last week,"

"so you did steal them!"

"so what if i did?! you stole my oreos first!"

"oh my god, guys, you're really embarrassing me in front of y/n. these are really the people i was excited to introduce her to," nat face-palmed and you couldn't help but laugh. "don't worry nat, these people seem amazing. i can't wait to get to know them better." you assured her and she smiles, pulling you close to her. "buckle up, sugar, because living with the avengers is gonna be a wild ride."

you were excited for what was about to come. it seemed like everything was finally falling into place. you finally got nat back and you didn't have to worry about losing her again because you had a feeling these people weren't going to let that happen.

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[some-kindofgnome]

you turn me on (i’m a radio)

bokuto comes over one night midweek while you’ve got the apartment to yourself. after a mishap with his favourite volleyball shorts, you take advantage of the privacy.

c: koutarou bokuto x reader

wc: 5.4k

tags: smut (18+ please!), college au, aged-up characters, oral sex (both receiving), praise kink, begging, soft and sloppy sex feat. bo the horny simp giving u the creampie of ur life, body worship if u squint

notes: bo has a fat ass and I have a praise kink. that is all. oh, wait, i should also mention that this is mostly unedited. so if u see typos feel free to point em out! thx 💕

the song this bit is named after is so sweet and sunny & makes me think of bo all the time, so give it a listen if you’d care to! ☀️

ALSO forgot to mention that this was inspired by a tiktok i saw like a million years ago where this girl was helping her boyfriend get out of his too-small rugby shorts. it has been lost to the ether but you better BELIEVE if i ever find it again i’ll be linking it here

EDIT: @karikarasuno​ the absolute ANGEL has scoured the internet and found the tiktok in question.  p l e a s e go and watch it, u will not regret 😌

(MASTERLIST)

“’Kay, okay, I’m going!”

Bokuto tears himself from the tender press of your mouth in one fell swoop. As he whirls away with a tempted giggle, he combs his fingers through his mussed-and-sweaty hair. Practice was only two hours tonight, but he still doesn’t want to leave your side even long enough to shower.

You’ve only been dating for a few months, still lingering in that phase of every new relationship that feels too good to last. Your emotional involvement in one another deepens by the day, but you never fight. And you have a shamefully difficult time keeping yourself away from him. On a weeknight like this with no big assignments to speak of, you should be catching up on your readings, your chores, or even your sleep. But when you passed Bo in the quad earlier, pausing in your walk to class for a hi and a kiss, you’d invited him over before you could even stop yourself.

He’s nice to be around. Pleasant, unhindering. Even if you wanted to finish some readings or do some laundry while he’s over, he’s happy to be idle in your company. He is infuriatingly patient and understanding sometimes, compared to the slew of demanding, needy boyfriends that came before him.  

You watch him retreat into the safety of your bedroom, grinning like a fool. He’s fresh out of practice and practically dripping in sweat, dried from the walk you shared from the athletic center. Your evening class that night wrapped up around the same time as his practice, and when you passed the gym doors on your way home, he was already loitering on the steps with his teammates. Instead of pretending he didn’t see you or offering you a casual, passing nod like you expected, he practically bounded down the wide concrete steps and introduced you gleefully to the pack of volleyball players behind him who already knew you well.

There was no way you were letting him go all the way home to shower first. Not when he’s never minded smelling like your orange-and-sandalwood shower gel in the first place.

Once he’s disappeared, you give a yawn and a deep stretch and haul ass off the couch, padding into the kitchen to tidy up the snacks you shared on the way in the door.

You’ve barely got the first plates in the sink before a muffled babe? from the bedroom gives you pause.

“Bo?” You call back, setting your handful down and trying to keep your brow from furrowing too deeply. “You okay?”

“Can you… um…” His response starts off strong, louder than before, but it dwindles into a dull, unintelligible mutter that sounds uncertain enough to send you away from the kitchen.

You gently shoulder the bedroom door open, frowning at his broad shape, silhouetted in the shadowy bathroom doorway from the light behind him. “What’s the matter?”

Feeling along the wall for the light switch, you illuminate the pot lights over your bed.

Bokuto’s cheeks are gently flushed as he waddles toward you with his thumbs dug into the waistband of his volleyball shorts. The fabric is tough and certainly seems clingy, but there’s a strain in his neck and shoulders that takes you a minute to pin down.

“I can’t…” he starts to say, trailing off, then pulls his hands out of his shorts and drops them to his side with a heavy, defeated sigh.

“They’re stuck.”

You force the corners of your mouth downward, tightening the line of your mouth to keep the mirth locked firmly in your throat.

“I can see that.”

He’s been hitting the gym hard lately, shoving down the calories to try and bulk up a little for the upcoming tournament season. And while you know he’s been putting on some weight, since he tells you just about everything, it never occurred to you that he might be bulking up quick enough to outgrow his favourite shorts.

Bo lets out a quiet little whine, digging a thumb into the waistband one more time and prompting you to step forward.

“How stuck are you?” You reach for him. He turns sideways, twisting his chin over one shoulder to try and assess the situation from every plausible angle.

Oh. You slap a hand to your mouth.

The waistband is rolled down around his hips and already strained to its absolute limit, stuck on the sharp swell of his butt and already compressing the flesh in a way that looks genuinely painful. He’s wearing a pair of tight white compression shorts underneath the uniform shorts in question, but they’re not doing much to aid the situation, either.

You’re eager to get him out of those shorts for several reasons now.

“Alright.” You try to keep your voice low, stepping up to his front and gently laying your hands on the stiff cotton roll at his hips. “Let me just-“

“I don’t know what happened,” he whines, slotting his hands on top of yours and squirming in between them. “They were hard to get on, but-“

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted softly. “We’ll get them off you one way or another.”

The fearful reflection of your sharpest kitchen scissors in his eyes suggests that he believes you.

Your first two attempts are about as successful as Bokuto’s solo endeavours. First, you wedge your hands into the fabric at his sides while he pushes from the front and back, but you give a hard shove while he lets up on the tension and his elbow very nearly connects with your nose, so you try a different approach.

Coming round to his backside, you dig your hands into the space between his uniform shorts and the tight spandex that holds what’s left of his modesty.

“Okay,” you pant, already a little breathless after dodging Bokuto’s flying elbows. “What if I-“

“Hang on,” he prompts, but it’s too late. You wind up and jump as hard as you can, using the downward force generated to try and shove the confining waistband down over his hips. It slides down another couple of inches, and inspiration flares in your chest as Bokuto turns over one shoulder, sweating.

“It’s working!” Your voice comes shrill with excitement, and before he can stop you you’re jumping again, shoving even harder this time. You meet resistance this time, and before you can clue in to what’s pushing back Bokuto howls in pain and doubles over, clasping his palms between his thighs.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” You drop to one knee beside him as he descends into pained laughter.

“’S alright,” he promises, “I didn’t want kids that bad, anyway.”

You can’t help the snort that bubbles forward from your chest. Bo straightens slowly as his pain fades, but you stay on your knees, determined to get him undressed without resorting to textile violence.

Determination settles heavy and proud across your shoulders. You look up through your brows at him and when your eyes meet, his cheeks pink softly.

“We got this.”

Bokuto’s throat bobs. He nods shallowly and pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

You slip your hands into his shorts again, rolling them slowly down his thighs. Bokuto averts his eyes, letting out another audible gulp. Just when you’re starting to get somewhere, his hips twitch and he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to the other.

“Stand still,” you scold, giving his hip a little slap. His breath hitches, hands flinching forward as he dips his torso backward.

“Um,” he pants. When you look up at him again, his neck and ears are bright red and he’s got his eyes trained firmly on the Star Wars poster hanging above your desk.

You level your gaze and realize two things.

1) Bokuto’s not wearing anything under his white compression shorts.

2) Apparently, your little scare wasn’t nearly as painful for him as he let on.

“Babe,” you tease. “I’m flattered, really.”

“C’mon!” He protests, scraping his fingers through the wild strands of his sweat-clumped hair. “What’d you think was gonna happen if you got down there all…”

“All what?” You lean forward without thinking, nuzzling the spandex that sits in the groove between his hip and his thigh. He groans deeply, letting his head fall back. His cock, thickening at the base, is still restrained tightly by the waistband of his shorts. You can practically see it throb into its confines, and his groan pinches tight with discomfort.

“Baby, please.” He’s wound his hands tightly in the front of his t-shirt by now, rucking it up over his belly for some way to dispel the tension. “Get ‘em off. Please.”

“You’re not exactly making it easier.”

A desperate whine from over your head suggests that maybe the time for jokes is passing. You abandon all coyness and tuck your hand under the weight of his balls, gently tugging down on the waistband and freeing all of him from its confining pressure. Bokuto gasps and lets his hips swing forward, but his dick swells quickly to fill its new, spandex restraint and you figure you’d better work quickly.

“God, this is really turning you on, isn’t it?” You can’t help the eagerness in your tone as you attack the swell of his hips one last time. With all his sensitive parts in the clear you don’t have to hold back, wedging and wrenching until the widest part of his pelvis is free and the shorts drop to the floor with a soft little triumphant rustle.

Bokuto groans like he’d just been strapped to a time bomb, stepping out of the fabric and kicking it towards the door. He drops the hem of his shirt and reaches for you, but you’re already leaning in to nose against the crook of his thigh some more, peeling down the stretchy, forgiving top of his compression shorts.

“Wh- babe.” He flushes. “I haven’t showered-“

“Don’t care,” you hum, entranced by the hypnotic length of his shaft, white spandex stretched sheer and dabbed with wet at the tip. “Want to taste you.”

“Are you s- oh, you’re sure.” His hands surge forward, this time soothing lovingly over the crown of your head as you tug the stretchy fabric down to his knees. His cock bobs eagerly against one thigh, unaffected by its confining endeavour, and you lean in and seal your mouth against the seam of his groin, where his shaft meets his body.

He is bulky and broad, thick cords of muscle and fat spanning his thighs and torso. His thighs and pelvis are dusted all over with wiry silver hair, and you bury your nose into the trimmed patch of it over his cock, licking eagerly at his soft skin.

Above you, Bokuto shudders hard enough to buckle his knees while you trace your hand up the stiff length of him. You’re trying your best to hide just how deeply you want to breathe him in, the addicting musk of his sweat filling your brain and sending deep throbs of arousal straight to your pussy.

“So hard,” you groan into his hip, “just from letting me get on my knees for you?”  

He draws a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing at the back of your head as his eyelashes flutter. His face is beet red from nose to hairline now.

“W-well, what else was I s’posed to- with you lookin’…” He is borderline incoherent, and you haven’t even put your mouth on him yet.

Adorable.

“You smell so good,” you murmur without thinking, flicking your eyes to his quickly when you realize what you’ve said. But it only serves to push his own arousal further, cock throbbing palpably between your fingers as he curses quietly through his teeth.

“Please,” he groans, letting his head roll back. “Don’t tease.”

You can’t deny a request as pleasantly worded as that.

After planting one more teasing kiss along the plane of his shaft, you draw back to his tip and give your tongue an enthusiastic flick, dipping it into his weeping slit. He yelps, and you swallow him down before he can ride out the shock, making him shiver. You can feel the tremor racking all the way down the column of his spine, his toes curling on the floor by your knees.

When you start to bob your head, his jaw goes completely slack. You’re learning to love the way he doesn’t hold back with you, a point made obvious by the expressions crossing his face as you settle into a steady rhythm. You can’t fit his entire length- impressive, not that he knows it- into your throat, but when you grip the base of his shaft with one hand and the spit from your throat drips eagerly between your fingers, he practically goes cross-eyed.

You fight the urge to smile around him, leaning into the way he fusses and grips at your skull.

“Nggh, babe, not gonna last long… when… suckin’ like that.” He’s grabbing your head with both hands, rocking his hips tightly forward in time with your gaudy slurping. You’re drooling all over your hand, spit dripping obscenely down your chin and onto the hardwood, but his whimpers are growing to obscene levels, punctuated by deep, chesty growls and quiet, slurred praise.

There’s no way you’re going to back off now.

You’ve been with Bo long enough to know his tells, so when his thighs start twitching and his voice pitches from his chest into his throat, you re-double your efforts, intensifying his pleasure until he’s howling and panting like a beast, rocking tightly into your mouth with his abs drawn tight as a bow.

“Ohhh, babe, lemme cum on your tits,” he pleads, slurring every syllable together as he looks down at you with unimaginable bliss mounting in his gaze. “Please, please, please, your tits, lemme cum on ‘em.”

With a smirk touching one corner of your mouth, you drop your free hand between his thighs. Until now it had been braced delicately on his hip, gently mitigating the wild bucks and twitches of his body giving into ecstasy. But you’d picked up one little trick that never failed to boost him over the edge- and send him falling that much further as a result.

As you draw your mouth back from his twitching cock, you close your free hand around the heavy sack of his balls- drawn up tight to his thighs in preparation for his orgasm- and give the supple skin a gentle little tug while you arch your back and jerk him off against the swell of your chest.

Bo’s voice shoots up a twelve-tone as his hands slide from your hair to your cheeks. His fingers tremble as he cups your face, throwing his head back with a wild yowl and wildly humping your fist. The first long spurt of his cum hits you square in the throat, dripping down between your collarbones and soaking the neckline of your tank top as he rides out the powerful waves of his climax. By the time it’s over, his thighs are shaking hard, tough lines of muscle standing out against the silver hair while his cock dribbles ripe streams right down your shirt.

He deflates with a heavy, heady sigh, falling to one knee in front of you and keeping your face gathered between his palms.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he moans, leaning in to capture your mouth and dip his tongue sloppily against yours. As soon as he’s found your lips he skates his hands down your shoulders to your breasts, lovingly cupping and thumbing the tightening buds of your nipples where thick shots of his cum are soaking into the white cotton. You can’t help the shaky little sigh that catches at the back of your throat, or the aching way you lean into his touch.

“G’nna-“ he cuts himself off, dipping his face into your throat. He licks into the tender column of your windpipe, bringing one big palm to the back of your neck to hold your head steady while he tucks his chin in and tastes the wet stripes of his cum that paint your décolletage. You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but the long, wet groan he lets into your chest is a pleasant surprise. He slides his hands from your neck to your shoulders to your sides and up the plane of your back, drawing you closer while he laps the mess from your collarbones and neckline.

“C’mon,” he mumbles into the swell of your left breast. “Gotta taste all of you.”

He slips his arms underneath you, lifting you with little more than a quiet grunt of effort as he gets to his feet. He holds you lovingly against his chest, striding slowly across the room and depositing you onto the bed with a smooth little bounce.

You hardly have the space to catch your breath before he braces a knee on the mattress beside you and leans down for another taste of your lips, kissing you slow and loving and skating a palm down your front. He slips his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, slipping his fingertips across your clit and making you yelp. Chuckling into your mouth, he dips his fingers lower and gasps.

“God,” he sighs. “Shoulda known you were holding out on me.” He sinks his middle finger into your clingy depths while he catches your mouth under his one more time. You’ve been unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, pinned sensuously under his touch, but as he curls his fingers against the restrictive insides of your leggings, you whine deep and slow into his mouth, arching your back to push your hips into his touch.

He doesn’t linger, drawing his hand from you and curling it in the waistband of your leggings instead. You’re slipping your fingers under the hem of your soiled tank top, pulling it up to expose the bare swell of your breasts.

“Let me?” He poses it like a question, pulling your leggings and underwear down and fluttering a kiss to the newly exposed skin below your belly button.

“Please,” you pant, already planting your feet in the fluffy sheets to lift your hips and help him undress you.

He pulls your leggings and underwear down over your hips in one smooth motion, pulling just a little harder than necessary to make you gasp and giggle. Your ass lands on the mattress all at once, punctuated by another handful of mirth that you can’t keep contained.

Bo’s grinning down at you as he balls up your clothes and tosses them toward the hamper like a mid-court basket shot. He doesn’t wait to find out if they made it, though, settling himself between your knees and gathering your hips into his arms.

“So soft,” he purrs, kissing the velvet skin of your tummy.

“Bo,” you whine. It’s your turn in the hot seat, and now the idea of teasing isn’t half as appealing as it was when you were on your knees.

“What? You don’t want me to take my time with you?”

You groan, letting your head flop back against the pillows as your eyes slip shut. Now that he’s got you bare, with his breath puffing hot and wanting over your tender skin, it’s hard to focus on anything but what you want.

“Don’t be mean,” you whine, but the hot press of his tongue on your inner thigh shuts you up fast. He moans low and rumbly against the damp of your skin, sinking his teeth gently into the fat of your thigh and giving a noisy suck.

“You’re so ready for it,” he muses, eyes darting sideways to admire your weeping slit. The buzz of his voice shoots right down the column of your spine, vibrating pleasantly at the base of your tailbone and sending goosebumps racing up your torso.

“Man,” Bo sighs, planting one hand on each thigh and pushing them apart. “You must really like suckin’ me off, huh?”

“I swear,” you grit. “I’m never touching your dick again if you don’t-“

He doesn’t waste another minute, leaning down and sealing his mouth greedily over your slit. The payoff is there for both of you, if the sound he makes when he dips his tongue between your folds is anything to go by.

The relief comes on swift wings as soon as he lets his tongue wander, stoking the fire that had been burning dangerously low and hot in your gut. Your thighs twitch in toward his ears while he tastes your messy slit, but his palms are as strong as shackles, keeping you open and vulnerable for him.

Bo prods his tongue forward, pressing inward as far as he can with a tiny little strained groan of effort. You cry out and clamp down around his tongue like a vice, a reaction he feels so vividly it makes him whip back from your body with a laugh.

“Don’t stopppp,” you plead, but his face is already disappearing between your thighs again, and you wrap your fingers in the hem of your tank top while he re-focuses his efforts on your swollen clit. He’s pressing his hips forward in a slow tempo that matches the patterns he tongues between your thighs, softly humping the mattress in time with your pleasure.

You’re sensitive and ready for him, stomach tightening smoothly when he settles into a rhythm. His technique is sloppy but he makes up for it in eagerness, pausing only to take deep breaths through his nose. He smiles into your skin and you can feel the way his mouth twitches against you, making you arch your back and slide one hand between your legs to rake through the silvery strands of his mussed hair. He grunts hard against your clit and you jump, giving him the chance to slip his hands under your thighs and hook them over his shoulders.

When he swallows you down this time, there’s something in the changed angle that drives pleasure straight down your back, letting it reverberate all the way into your toes. You flinch hard between his hands, and as he settles back into his messy, enthusiastic rhythm, you feel the telltale twinges of your building climax.

“Bo-“ you choke on his name.

He flicks his gaze to yours and his eyes flash, bright and golden. He knows your tells, too, and he sinks his fingers into the fat of your thighs, re-doubling his efforts and sucking a languid rhythm into your needy clit.

“Fuck,” you sputter. “Fuck, f-fuck, I-ah-“

Your mouth drops open, but the scream dies in your throat as white-hot pleasure bursts through your veins. Bokuto is heartbreakingly persistent, keeping up his ministrations while you claw at his hair and clamp your thighs down around his temples and ride the waves of your orgasm as gracefully as possible. By the time the sharp, burning pleasure’s raked its way through you, all your limbs have gone tense, and when it’s over you collapse, sweat-soaked, to the sheets beneath you.

Bo’s trembling between your legs, and when he surfaces his cheeks and ears are maroon. His cock is still twitching against his belly, bobbing as he gets onto his knees and still weeping long streams of spend.

“Oh.” The word flies from your throat before you can trap it, and he rubs your thighs soothingly with both hands as he takes a shaky, cleansing breath.

“You’re so-“ he starts to say, but you reach for him and he’s got no choice but to dip his cheek into your palm, flushing even deeper at the open way you stare.

“C’mere,” you prompt. Bo takes the bait and flops forward, landing stomach-first on the bed beside you and pillowing his head between your slick breasts. The position ought to be comical, but the weight of him is immensely soothing, rising and falling with the even pulse of your laboured breath.

You lie that way for a long while, staring vacantly past your reflection in the dark window beside your bed. The nighttime chill radiates through the glass, cooling your heated flesh. Your body aches with the fresh sensations of climax, but you’re not ready to put your clothes on yet.

“Bo.”

“Hmm?” It never occurred to you that he might be half-asleep until he winds himself upright, blinking weighty silver lashes against his still-blushing cheeks.

Still, you know how to wake him up. The conspiratory grin that touches your mouth is completely involuntary, and it’s enough to have Bokuto cocking a tired brow.

“Can I ride your cock?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all. His eyes grow slowly bigger, focus drifting away from your face as his jaw drops. Literally.

“Bo? Baby?”

“Y- b- I… h-“ he sputters, blinking hard and shaking out his sweaty hair. He looks up at you again with an expression unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Like a kid at the zoo.

“Right now?”

You can’t hold back a snort, shoulders pitching forward. But he’s not kidding.

Neither are you.

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that a yes?”

By the time he rolls over, his cock’s already half-hard again, swelling against the strong cord of his right thigh. He sits up, scooting himself comfortably back against your bed’s stacked pillows. And when he reaches for you, you’re already rooting through the nightstand for supplies.

Bo’s a big dude, in every conceivable way. And while he’s never exactly been shy about that fact, he’s also painfully aware of the fact that with great power comes great responsibility. So when you start to warm a dollop of chilly water-based lube between your fingers, he doesn’t flinch.

“Mmmf.” He pushes his hips into your hands as you wrap them around his shaft, letting him swell into your palms while you slick him up. He’s still tender from before, and when you shift onto your knees your clit’s still tensing with leftover pleasure, but you’re buzzing with want. It hangs thick and heavy in the air between you. You’re unwilling to let it dissipate until you’re both completely satisfied.

By the time you’ve got the lube spread evenly from his base to his tip, Bo’s fully hard for you again, flushed and panting and grabbing at your hips as you scoot forward to straddle him. His impatience should probably bother you, but at this point it’s just endearing.

“Hmm, you’re so close,” you say, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. His mouth drops open as you bring his tip to your ready sex. Your pussy clamps involuntarily around the swell of his weeping head, and you’re panting into each others’ mouths as your hips sink slowly backward. The fill of him presses up into your belly, and you bottom out with a little flinch of discomfort, settling your thighs over his. He’s long enough that it actually hurts to take him in all the way like this, but you’re willing to put up with it for a minute while you get adjusted.

“Look at you.” Bokuto’s eyes rake up and down your trembling form, keeping time with his strong palms that rub soothing circles into the flesh of your hips. You shift a little, making him twitch and grunt. His thighs strain, struggling to keep from bucking upward against your tender cervix.

He lets out a deep, shaky sigh through pursed lips. “You’re so f-fucking perfect, you know that?”

You’re concentrating on tucking your knees underneath you for proper leverage, but he never fails to make you smile.

“I haven’t even started moving yet,” you breathe, bracing one hand on his shoulder. Once you’re stabilized, you lift your hips slowly forward, letting the thickness of him pull slowly from your slick depths. Bokuto’s head falls back against the pillows, beet red with exertion already.

“God,” he groans, bringing one hand around to your ass. “More, baby.”

You swallow hard, grip his hips tightly between your knees, and swirl your hips in a careful, tight little circle. It’s a subtle movement from the outside, but where you’re joined it rubs the thick ridge of his tip along all your tenderest nerve endings, sending powerful surges of pleasure vibrating into your chest.

Bokuto’s feeling it, too, the hard angles of his jaw standing out as he clenches his teeth. His silvery lashes rest heavily over his flushed cheeks, giving you little more than a bare peek of his dark, tawny eyes with the pupils blown wide in ecstasy.

“Just like that,” he prompts when you angle your hips forward, pinning your abused clit against his pubic bone and continuing to grind greedily over his shaft. He interrupts your rhythm with a sharp little pat to your ass, making your hips jump forward and giving him an opening to lower his chin and seal his mouth in the crook of your shoulder.

“Fu-uck,” you whine, looping both arms under his and clutching tightly at his back as your rhythm grows more urgent. You know how to work yourself to the peak easily, using his powerful body and thick cock to your every advantage.

“You’re close already,” he pants in your ear. “Oh, man, I can feel it. Don’t-“ His hips jerk backward, choking him on a surge of pleasure that washes over both of you.

“Don’t hold back for me, baby. I c’n… take it, yeah, that’s it.”

The low rumble of his voice in your ear reverberates all the way down to the pit of your stomach, cocktailing with the pleasure you’re grinding out yourself, and when he grabs your ass with both hands and rocks his tip against the gooey-sweet spot on your upper wall, you’re lost.

“Bo,” you whimper, grabbing tightly at the muscles in his back as your thighs start to shake. “Fuck, oh, fuck, ohfuck-“

The peak crests quietly between you, but quickly bleeds into every limb. You’re powerless to do anything but cling to him and whine in his ear as your hips stutter and twitch and grind over his stirring cock. Just when you think the wave is subsiding, Bokuto glides his hips beneath yours again and draws it out into a tight, near-painful shudder. Your vision whites out, then flashes black as you squeeze your eyes shut and lose yourself to the pleasure.

“Fuck.” Bo’s cursing as you come back to the surface, humping shallowly into your spent body. The lube you used squelches obscenely with the handfuls of slick your climax brought forth, numbing your used insides to his desperate thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so- you’re so- ohgod, inside, I-“

He goes completely incoherent as he finds his own pleasure, shoving his hips tightly against yours. His balls draw tight beneath you, thighs twitching as thick, heady warmth fills your belly. You’re addicted to the fullness he leaves in you without fail, the mess between you when he goes slack and you draw your hips backward to let his falling erection slide out of you.

Your roommate’ll be back from the library at any second. You should be getting up and dressing yourselves, making some attempt at feigning innocence before she comes in. But the bedroom door is closed and it’s far too easy to tumble back into the haphazard embrace from before, cum collecting sticky and hot between your thighs as Bokuto buries his face between your tits.

“D’you think they’ll stretch?” he mumbles into your skin, once your pulse has finally slowed to its regular pace.

“Hmm?” In your pleasure-addled haze, you don’t follow. Bokuto lifts his face from your flesh, resting his chin gently on your sternum.

“My shorts.”

Right.

“Uh-“ You have to purse your lips hard, to keep the dumb smile from showing on them. You take a slow pass of air in through your nose and lift your fingers to comb soothingly through his sweaty hair.

“We’ll make them fit,” you promise. “Somehow.”

Before he buries his face in your chest again, you catch the pure, blissed smile that stretches his cheeks. He slips his eyes shut, nuzzling you tenderly and kissing the swell of one breast.

“Good,” he sighs. And then, bare-assed, sweaty and sticky, he falls asleep.

You spy the shorts, still lying in a crumpled heap by the bathroom door. You make a mental note to check the brand and sizing later, before he leaves.

You’ll make then fit again.

Somehow.

#haikyuu #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #koutarou bokuto #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n

[futuremrsreid]

Baby Steps

Request: @gubswh0re requested: "hi! could you do 20,25 & 48 from the promt list all in one? would be amazing, thank you!!"

Summary: A case gone wrong and Spencer blames himself. Reader tries to make him feel better.

Couple: Spencer Reid x reader

Category: hurt/comfort, angst, a bit of fluff if you never felt happiness before

CW: sad as fuck uhm I lowkey broke my own heart but its also really sweet

Word Count: 1,9k

If I had to describe Spencer Reid handling his emotions in two words, they would be “quiet suffering”. In the two years I have known him he only opened up a handful of times. Not in the sense of him never talking about his past or things that happened to him, but whenever he talked about these things, he tells them like one of his facts. He tells you that his mother has schizophrenia, but he doesn't tell you how he feels about it. It always reminds me of a medical anamnesis.

On rare occasions, he would break. Everything became too much, even for him. I remember the first time I witnessed it very clearly. It was after he visited his mom for a few days and, from what he told me, she was in such a bad condition that she didn’t even recognize him. He was devastated and when he was on his way back he drove straight to my apartment, not knowing how to deal with everything. Spencer didn’t call or text before he arrived there and saying I was surprised when I opened my door doesn't even come close. His eyes were bloodshot and it looked like he hadn’t slept for weeks. Truth be told, I was very overwhelmed so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled him inside and hugged him as hard as humanly possible. 

In the office everyone always jokes about Dr Reid and his fear of human touch, but he hugged me back so hard that breathing became just a little difficult, and in that moment I realized the reason he doesn’t hug people isn’t because of his fear of bacteria. It’s because of the closeness of it. My heart cracked then.

The next discovery I made was that Spencer is a quiet cryer. I didn’t even notice it until his tears started seeping through my shirt and I could feel the wetness. I don’t know how long we stood there, but when I could feel him calming down a bit, I pulled away just enough to be able to look at him. He was extremely embarrassed and started to pull away completely to cover his face with his hands, but I’m too stubborn for that, so I grabbed his wrists and made him look at me. He started crying again then. 

It took an hour until he started telling me what got him so upset and after that we talked the whole night, about his mother, her sickness and everything related to it. I always hoped that he would open up about it eventually, but when he finally did, I couldn’t handle it very well. I tried not to cry myself, but that is hard when the person you love most breaks down in front of you like that. 

That night I held him close, let him lie on my chest, played with his hair - everything to try and make his pain go away. And after that day I thought things would have changed, that he would stop hiding and open up more to me,  but I was very wrong. When he woke up the next morning he apologized about a hundred times and no words or reassurance made him less ashamed. Afterwards he tried to act like nothing had ever happened.

So in conclusion: I had done a lot of difficult tasks in my life, but getting Spencer Reid to talk about his feelings was by far the most difficult. Nonetheless, today was one of those rare days.

We just came back from a really shitty case that resulted in more victims than it should have due to the police department holding back evidence. It was messy and frustrating and exhausting. Spencer was there when one of the victims was shot and he blamed himself for not preventing it, even though we all told them that there was no chance that he could have done it.

And as if the case itself wasn't bad enough, we were stuck for more time back in the office to do the paperwork. When the clock turned 8 pm Hotch came out of his office to tell us to go home. We all sighed in relief and started packing up our things. All of us except a particular dr. He was still sitting at his desk, typing away on his computer. I watched him for a while, contemplating what to do, and after everyone said their goodbyes, I walked over to him.

“Come on. I’ll take you home”, I said, leaning on his desk trying to catch his eyes with mine. No luck.

“I still have work to do, I’ll take the subway home later.” He continued typing like i wasn’t even there and I got frustrated. The case was already bad enough and I would not stand here watching him torture himself.

“That wasn’t a request, Spencer.” I didn’t intend to sound so harsh but hey, at least it made him look at me. “We are gonna leave. Now.” He opened his mouth to protest and closed it again, he knew better than to argue with me. My eyes said it all: If he would stay, I would stay. And since Spencer Reid cares about everyone but himself, he closed his computer and packed up his things.

The walk to my car was quiet, and so were the first 5 minutes of driving. I kept glancing at him from the driver's seat, but he was looking out of the window, lost in thought. The guy on the radio made a stupid comment and normally he would have immidiatly complained, but it seemed like he didn’t even hear it. His brain is a beautiful place with a million facts and ideas, yet I can imagine how scary it can be as well. When Spencer gets really lost in his thoughts he begins to spiral and I can just guess that that is what happened at that moment. Only then I came to the conclusion that he wanted to stay and work because that would distract him from anything going on inside. 

“Talk to me, Spence.” My tone was pleading, practically begging at this point.

“I’m fine, y/n.” I sighed. I was thinking about just letting it go, but then I thought about him alone in his apartment, stuck in this beautiful scary brain of his. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how. I took a deep breath. If you're lost, stick to what you know.

“Do you trust me?”

“What?”, he turned to me with a quizzical expression on his face.

“Do you trust me?”, I asked again, looking him in the eyes this time.

“Of course I trust you. Why are you even asking me this?”

“We’re making a detour. I’m gonna show you something.” My words didn’t leave room for questions so we just fell silent again. He continued to watch me with a questioning look, but i tried to ignore him. I was too focused on taking the right turns anyway. It was hard to find my way in the dark, but 5 minutes later we were there. I got out of the car and waited for Spencer to do the same and after he did, he seemed more confused than ever. I walked over to the familiar building and fished for a key at the same moment. 

“What is this place?”

“It’s an art gallery. My mom used to work here.” I found what I was looking for and started to unlock the door.

“And you just have a key to this place?” If the circumstances were different, I would have laughed at his confusion, however, the circumstances weren’t different.

“Yep.” The door opened and I looked for the light switch. “Come on, just follow me.” 

I led us up the 5 flights of stairs and then, after 2 more doors we were finally there. The place that has been the only place I called home for the years before I joined the team.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? We’re not breaking in right now, are we?” At this I did laugh. I stepped further onto the rooftop. 

“Relax Spence, we are not breaking any laws.” He was still hesitant so I took his hand and pulled him to the edge. The railing was high, meaning there was no danger of falling down. I let go of his hand and leaned on it. The building was on a small hill and since it had a few stories, you were able to look over a big part of the city. It was always a beautiful view, but that night was extra special. It was a Friday in the late summer, which didn’t only mean the sky was clear, there were also a lot of traffic lights and buildings that shone bright. 

I just watched and after a few minutes Spencer stood beside me and did the same. Some time passed before I broke the silence.

“How many people are living in the US?” He didn’t hesitate before answering. It was like a reflex for him by now. I liked to ask random questions all the time and to this day, he always had an answer.

“331.002.651 people.” I paused for a few seconds.

“You can’t protect all of them, Spencer.”

“Y/n I-”

“I mean it, Spence. It is humanly impossible to protect everyone. You can protect some of them, maybe even a lot, but you won’t ever be able to do that if you keep beating yourself up over incidents like today.” He sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but I wasn’t done. “I know how you feel and I know it’s not easy. There was no chance for you to save that girl, Spencer. Zero. And if you can’t accept that, you will lose yourself. And then you won’t be able to save anyone anymore.” I know it was harsh, however, sometimes that's the only language he understands.

“You could have said all of that in the car.” He paused. “Why did you take me here?” I didn’t expect him to comment on what I said. He knew I was right, that’s all I needed.

“My mom sometimes took me with her on her shifts and after she was done we would go up here. After she died the owner gave me a key so that I could come here every time I needed it. Or needed her.”

“Do you come here often?”

“Not anymore. This place was the only thing making me feel at home for years and I came almost every day, but when I started working at the BAU I stopped going here more and more. And now I don’t really need it anymore, because my apartment finally started feeling like home. Especially when you are there.” I looked at him while saying that last sentence and I saw him smile for the first time in days. His eyes caught mine.

“Thank you, y/n.” Those words could have many different meanings. Thank you for taking me here. Thank you for staying. Thank you for making me feel better. But it didn’t matter what he meant, because I knew.

“Do you want to go home?”

“I think I’d like to stay for a bit longer.”

And that's what we did. We stayed there for hours. That night we talked through every possible way of how Spencer could have acted differently, yet every scenario ended with the death of that girl. After that he finally accepted that it wasn’t his fault. Baby steps.

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #reider #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #this one hurt ngl

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried. 

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

 Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”  

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter.  A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.  

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”      

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

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