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coquitokisses · 29 days

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Trusting Again | chapter 006: ghost from the past

Word count: 3519

Warnings: language, some violence, blood, Bucky being a sweetheart and helping Cat with a wound

a/n: there’s a part where Cat talks in spanish and bulgarian, i obviously don’t know bulgarian, i used google translate lmao i do know spanish tho, anyways everything will be translated, also, Cat has an alias (sort of???) when she was in Bulgaria, they used to call her Crimson Angel, HOWEVER, i don’t really like that name, but i never found another one to replace it so it just stayed Crimson Angel 🤡 (anyways, she doesn’t really uses that name anymore, is just something more from her past)

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— 5 months later —

“I'm going to the store.” I told Sam as I grabbed my purse “You want anything?”

“No, I'm good.” He responded from the couch “Although, if you could bring that really moist cake you bought the other day.” He raised his eyebrows

“Tres leches?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“I’ll buy it.” I chuckled “I’ll be right back.”

I got out of the apartment and then walked over to the store that was literally just 5 minutes from us.

These last 5 months haven't been so bad, we've been good actually. Sam loves Cuba, as expected.

I got to the store, bought what we needed and then I headed back to the apartment. It's Friday and for the last three months maybe, I’ve been going to this bar with a girl I met like two weeks after we got here, her name is Maricela. Sam comes with us too sometimes.. whenever I drag him with me tho.

“I'm back.” I said closing the door, Sam was on the living room watching tv

“Got the cake?” He asked

“Got the cake” I nodded putting the bags on the kitchen counter “And I also bought a few snacks since you decided to eat them all.”

“Right, me.” He rolled his eyes

“Hey, so you know today’s Friday and I’m going out with Maricela.” I said to him as I started to put out the few things I bought “Wanna come?”

“Sure.”

“Wait, really?” I looked at him

“Yeah.” He nodded

“Huh” I turned back to the bags “Interesting.”

I usually have to beg him to come.

I finished putting out the rest of the things and then I went to take a shower. After I was finished, I went to my room and then I heard Sam going to the bathroom. I got dressed and when I was ready, I waited for Sam in the living room.

“Let’s go.” He said grabbing the keys

“You’re pretty pumped.” I said as we walked out of the apartment

“I’m chilling, bro.” He replied as we started walking

“Is it a girl?” I looked at him

“Nuh uh.” He rolled his eyes

“Are you sure? Because the other day I saw you talking to that blonde bartender.” I tilted my head

“She’s nice, but nah.” He shook his head “Right now, I would really want a beer.”

“Yeah, me too.” I nodded

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{ a/n: this is narrated in 3rd person lol }

“How do you know they’re here?” Bucky asked Steve as they walked towards the bar, which from afar you could already tell how crowded it was and also could hear how loud the music was

“Sam told me earlier.” He replied “Keep both eyes open for anything strange.”

“Of course.”

Both men entered the bar and Sam was sitting on a chair at the bar talking to a girl.

“Hey, y’all are here!” He said when he saw them

“We are.” Steve nodded “Where’s Cat?”

“Probably dancing.” He shrugged “Hey, I’ll find you later, okay?” He told the girl and she nodded before walking away

“Who was that?” Steve asked

“Some girl that sells handmade jewelry and Cat bought some from her.” He answered “How was Russia?”

“It’s not so bad when you have a translator.” Steve looked at his best friend

“It was okay.” Bucky shrugged, Sam chuckled “How’s Cuba been?”

“Amazing, Cat loves it, she says it reminds her of her home a little bit.”

“How’s she’s been?”

“She’s been great, actually.” He replied “She’s living her best life.”

Steve let out a chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.”

“Oh there she is.” Sam said

The three of them turned around and they saw Cat walking towards them with a beer on her hand, but she was looking to the side and when she turned her head, her eyes lit up as she saw Steve.

“Oh my god!” She squealed running over to him and she jumped onto him hugging him

“Jesus Christ.” Steve wrapped his arms around her holding her so she wouldn't fall

“What are you doing here?!” She asked when he put her down

“Well I think five months is a long time.” He said “I needed to see you guys.”

“It is a long time.” She nodded “I missed you.”

Steve smiled. “I did too, not gonna lie.”

“How was Russia?”

“Not bad, how’s Cuba? Sam told us you love it.”

“I do, it’s been kinda great.” She shrugged

She took a few steps back accidentally bumping into Bucky, so she immediately turned around.

“Hey, stranger.” She smiled

“Hey, you.” He gave her a small smirk

“Hey, what is this? What are you wearing?” Steve asked her as he pinched her back

“Ouch!” She turned to look at him “It's called an outfit, look it up.”

“You let her wear this?” He looked over at Sam

“I can't exactly tell her not to.” He said “And besides even if I tell her, she won't listen to me.”

“Exactly.” Cat spoke

“You're not even wearing a bra!” Steve looked at her again

“No I'm not, I can't use a bra with this top” she replied sitting on one of the chairs in front of the bar “And stop looking at my boobs.”

“I am definitely not looking at your boobs.” He rolled his eyes

“Well I think you look good.” Bucky shrugged looking at Cat

Steve immediately gave him a look and Bucky could just feel his eyes on him.

She did look good tho.

“Why thank you!” She said

“It looks fine to me too.” Sam added

She then looked back at Steve. “See? You're the only one who doesn't like it.”

“I never said I didn't like it” Steve said “But it's a little revealing.”

“Okay, grandpa.” She rolled her eyes

“You’re not old enough to be drinking.” He looked at the beer bottle in her hand

“Legal drinking age here is 18.. so yes I am.” She smiled

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No, this is my second beer and probably the last.”

“She's telling the truth.” Sam said

“Are y'all staying?” She asked us

“Well the plan was to just pass by and see you guys.” Steve answered

“Aww, you wanted to see us?” She pouted

Steve rolled his eyes laughing. “Of course, bub.”

“Well that’s very nice of you.. but the quinjet isn't going anywhere, so y’all can stay a little longer.”

“But where are you going?” Sam grabbed her by the arm to stop her from walking away

“To dance!” She pushed his hand away “I’ll be with Maricela a few more minutes and then we can go, okay?”

“Just a few minutes.” Steve repeated making sure she would listen and come back

“Yes, promise.” She nodded

All three of the guys just watched her go until she disappeared into the crowd.

“How old is she?” Bucky asked Steve, he was genuinely curious about her age

“20.” He replied

“She’s 20?!”

Steve nodded. “I know, a lot of people say she doesn’t seem that age.”

“No, not at all.” Bucky shook his head “She’s young, she shouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Well she’s been in worse ones.” He sighed “She kinda had to learn the hard way how to get used to them.”

That really surprised Bucky, he did know she was young just by her looks and her manners and just by the way she expresses herself, but he didn’t really think she was this young.

(...)

*a few hours later*

~ C A T ' S P O V ~

“Hey, what do you say you guys come with us?” Steve said

“You’re not going back to Russia?” I looked at them

“Well no, we figured it might not be great to stay in the same place for too long.” Bucky replied

“So you want us to leave with you?” I looked back at Steve

“It doesn’t sound too bad.” He said “What do you guys say?”

“Well fine by me.” Sam spoke

“But where are we gonna go?” I asked

Steve shrugged. “We can figure that out after.”

“Aw, you miss us?”

“I don’t.”

“You’re lying.” I chuckled “If it’s something, I miss you.”

He smiled a little. “I miss you too, lovey.”

“Such a softie.” I rolled my eyes laughing

“Would you like to leave?” Sam looked at me

“I don’t know.” I sighed “I like it here.”

“I do too.”

“Let me think about it.” I said

“Well it’s late so you better think about it fast.” Steve spoke

It is late. It’s been like three hours since Steve said “just a few minutes” so we really should go.

“Alright, fuck it, let’s leave.” I shrugged

“Are you sure?” Sam looked at me

“Are you?”

“I’m sure.” He nodded

“I am too.” I replied “Besides, I think Bucky’s right, we shouldn’t stay in the same place for too long.”

“Okay, then we’re leaving.”

“Well let’s go.” Steve said

“Can I at least go look for my things and say goodbye to my friend?” I said putting my half empty beer on the counter

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded

“What if I head home now to prepare our things?” Sam said

“Sounds good.” I nodded “I’ll catch up with you guys.”

“No, what do you mean you’ll catch up? One of us can stay with you.” Steve intervened

“Steve, I’ve been living here for five months, I’ll be fine.”

“No, one of us is staying.”

“Well I can stay.” Bucky spoke and both, me and Steve, looked at him

“Perfect, then let's go” Sam nudged Steve “I'm getting tired.”

Both of them exited the club and I was left just there with Bucky.

“Wait for me here?” I looked at him “She's literally right there.” I pointed at some tables where Maricela was

“Sure.” He nodded “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.”

I managed to get into the crowd and made my way to where Maricela was, and also where my things were.

“Hey, girl.” I said once I was there

“Hey!” She smiled “Oh, you got lucky tonight, finally! ¡Ya era hora!”

(About damn time!)

“¿De qué estás hablando?” I furrowed my brows confused

(What are you talking about?)

“¿Cómo que de qué? About that hottie waiting for you at the bar.”

(What do you mean what I’m talking about?)

“Oh! Uh, no, we're not..” I started saying but she looked at me smirking “Whatever, never mind” I shook my head chuckling “Listen, I'm leaving.”

“Already?!” She pouted and I nodded

“And I think I’m really leaving tho.” I said “Gotta take care of some things.. uh, work stuff.”

The good thing about not being a recognized avenger is that nobody really knows who you are, especially outside of the United States. Which is great.

“Ugh, te voy a extrañar.” She immediately hugged me “Don’t be a stranger.”

(I’m gonna miss you)

I chuckled. “I won’t.” I pulled away “Cuídate.”

(Take care)

“Tú también, muñeca.” She smiled

(You too, doll)

I picked up my bag and my jacket from the booth and then I put it on as I walked back to Bucky.

“We can leave now.” I said to him

We started walking towards the exit, but I felt someone bumping into me.

“Ay, disculpe.” She apologized

(I’m so sorry)

“No se preocupe, está bien.” I gave her a small smile

(No worries, it’s okay)

I was ready to walk away, but she grabbed me by the wrist pretty tight.

“Creí que no iba a encontrarte nunca.” She said

(I thought I would never find you)

I looked at her confused because I’ve never seen her in my life. “Creo que tiene a la persona equivocada.” I tried to let go of her grip, but she was holding me pretty tight

(I think you got the wrong person)

“No, yo creo que no.” She shook her head with a little “Tŭrsikhme te, purpuren angel.”

(No, I don’t think so) (We’ve been looking for you, crimson angel)

When she said those words, my whole body tensed and I think Bucky noticed that something was happening because I felt his hand on my free arm trying to slowly pull me away.

“Who are you?” I asked in a low voice

“It doesn’t really matter who I am.” She shrugged “You need to come with me.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I managed to finally get off her grip

I grabbed a bottle from the bar and I slammed it on her head as hard as I could making her fall on the ground. Did I knocked her out? I don’t know. Hopefully.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” Bucky grabbed my wrist

“Shut up! Come on, there’s another exit.” I pushed him and we both ran towards the other exit

We got out of the bar and we started running in direction to the apartment. Once we were kinda far, we decided to stop running.

“Who the fuck was that?” Bucky asked

“I’m not in the mood for a story time.” I said as I kept walking

“You just slammed a glass bottle on her head! Are you insane?”

“She’s a bad guy, okay? I think that’s all that needs to be said.” I moved the hair out of my face and I felt a sting on my hand “Ah, fuck.” I looked at my hand and I was bleeding, probably had a piece of glass stuck there

“Let me see your hand.”

“I’m okay, let’s just get to the apartment.” I said

We heard a gunshot and I fell to the ground feeling a sharp pain on my shoulder. This bitch really just shot me.

“Go!” Bucky helped me get up and he put his hand on my back pushing me

We started running, again and my shoulder was starting to burn a little. Bucky pulled me into an alley and we kinda stayed there trying to catch our breaths a little.

“Come here.” He grabbed me by the arm, which by the way, was already covered in blood

“Please tell me the bullet’s out.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“We have to go.”

“Wait! You’re bleeding too much.” He said

“I’ll be fine.” I let go of his grip

I had just walked out of the alley and the only thing I saw was the same girl pushing me onto the ground before she put her foot on my neck, but she wasn’t putting pressure yet so I could breathe still.

“Stay back.” She pointed a gun at Bucky when he tried to come closer “I only want her.”

“Who are you?” I asked her

“That doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.” My hands grabbed her leg trying to push her away but she started to apply a little pressure

“You’re gonna come with me without putting up a fight, you understand?”

“You even know who I am at least?” I frowned “Not that I’m famous or anything.. but I’m genuinely curious.”

“Znam koĭ si, purpuren angel.”

(I know who you are, crimson angel.)

“Of course.” I muttered

I slowly moved one of my hands to my shorts and I grabbed the pocket knife I had.

“Who sent you?”

“Look kid, you’re in no position to ask questions.” She said

Oh, kid?! That’s it.

“Why’d they sent you alone?”

“I’m not alone.”

“I don’t really see anyone else with you.” I said “They at least tell you why they call me that?”

“I don’t really ask questions, I just get the job done.”

“Well..” I took the knife out “You should’ve asked.”

I stabbed her on the leg making her take her foot off me and I immediately kicked her making her fall on the ground. I kicked the gun away and I got on top of her pressing the knife to her neck.

“I’m gonna ask one last time, who sent you?” I spoke

She scoffed. “You really think I’m just gonna answer you?”

“Well that’s your choice, really.” I shrugged “But nothing good comes out of not telling me.. but I think you already know that.” I whispered that last sentence “Don’t make me ask again.”

“… Danika.”

“That’s funny, last time I saw her she was trying to kill me.”

“I don’t know anything else, they refuse to share everything with us.”

“Of course they do.” I sighed “Well next time you see Danika, tell her she can come get me herself.. malkoto ĭ angelche bi se radvalo da ya vidi otnovo.”

(Her little angel would love to see her again.)

That was the last thing I said before I slammed her head on the concrete knocking her out.

“You’re bleeding too much.” Bucky said helping me get up “How far is the apartment?”

“We’re almost there.”

“What if she follow us?”

I scoffed.” Then we’ll be okay because we can defend ourselves.”

“It’s not funny, I’m serious.”

“Just shut up and keep walking, we’re almost there.” I sighed “She’s not waking up anytime soon, trust me.”

We walked for like 5 more minutes until we finally arrived at the apartment. When we got in, Sam already had our bags in the living room, which weren’t a lot, we only had like four.

“Why are you so sweaty?” Steve asked looking at us both “Wait, you’re bleeding.” He grabbed me by the arm stopping me “You’re shot, Cat, what the hell happened?”

“We need to go now.” I said “I think they found me and I’m not talking about the law.”

“What?!” He looked at me “What are you talking about? How?”

“I don’t fucking know, but we need to go now.” I said opening one of my bags

I took out one of my bandanas and kinda wrapped it around the wound to make some pressure on it to stop the bleeding. I went into my room and I looked around making sure there was nothing else left and then I walked out to the living room again.

“You sure you got everything?” I looked at Sam as he handed me one of the bags

“Yes.”

“Passports?” I asked

“Yes, they’re inside, everything’s inside.” He nodded “You can relax.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, don’t think about it.”

I let out a sigh. “I just.. I thought it was over.”

“It is.” He said as we walked out of the apartment

“It’s not.” I looked at him

“Then it will be, don’t worry, you’re not alone.”

We got outside and walked over to the jet. Once we were in, I sat on the floor. I was starting to feel kinda dizzy, but just a little bit, I think is because the adrenaline already left my body and I’m starting to feel the effects of being shot. I haven’t even checked my hand yet and I know I have a little piece of glass stuck there cause I feel it and it’s hurting like crazy. And also my hand is kinda bloody.

“Cat, we need to clean that wound.” Steve said

“I’m fine.” I rested my head on the wall

“No you’re not.” Bucky sat in front of me “Turn around.”

I just did what he asked and took the bandana off me.

“Is there some rubbing alcohol or something to clean that wound by any chance?” He asked

“There should be a small first aid kit in that compartment.” I pointed at the wall in front of us

He walked there for the kit, once he found it he brought it to where I was. He first poured some alcohol on his hands, then grabbed mine and took out that little piece of glass that was there, he cleaned my hand and then put a bandaid on it.

“You have high pain tolerance?” He asked, he was behind me now

I shrugged. “Kinda.”

“Good.” He said and before I could even say another word, I felt his finger on the wound

“You motherf.. oh my god!” I bit my lip trying not to scream

“It’s out.” He said showing me the bullet “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It fucking hurts really bad.” I winced

“Well from what I’ve seen, I think you can handle it.” He looked at me “You’re a big girl.”

And without even warning me, I felt how he wiped the wound with a gauze with alcohol. More like he cleaned around it, but still, it hurt.

“Fuck..” I groaned really wanting to punch him in the face “I really hate you.”

“That’s debatable.” He tilted his head

“Just.. shut up and finish before I punch you in that perfect face of yours.” I took a deep breath and rested my head back on the wall

Bucky finished cleaning the wound and he covered it up with some bandages.

“You hate me now?” He looked at me

“What if I do?” I tilted my head

“Well I can make you change your mind.” he shrugged

“I’m not very easy to persuade so I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Not really.”

“Oh so you do think I can make you change your mind?”

“I never said that.” I shook my head

“You don’t need to say it.” He gave me a small smirk

This man.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked

“To see Nick.” I replied

“Denmark?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

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clemnchai · 2 years

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Modern Ellie x blk! reader headcannons ♡

- she’s a SIMP. puts up a front but everyone knows. she’s a lover girl she can’t help it. dina and jesse make fun of her for it but she just loves you and believes you deserve to be loved outwardly. always holding your hand in public and kissing your forehead. if you’re out and you want kisses she’ll gladly provide— even if there are others around. “gimme’ kiss baby” she smushes ur cheeks together to form a cute pout and leans in to give you a multitude of wet, quick smooches.

- before you guys confessed to each other she had the biggest crush on you. everyone knew but you.

- she loves your hair. could watch you do your hair for hours even if you have oil dripping down your face and ur hairs half done. thinks you look so pretty:( if you ever want to change up your hair she’ll try her best to help and ask questions so she knows how to do it later. she watches youtube videos and studies how to do different hairstyles 😭 if you’re doing box braids she’ll literally beg to try to help. “lemme try, i’ve been practicing babe.” she says with a proud grin on her face. “oh yea? who’ve you been practicing on hm?” you looked at her with a side eye as you finish one of the last braids and prep to start a new one. “on myself and dina taught me some things too— cmon. lemme just do one.” you wanted to tell her that her and dina’s hair were different from yours but she looked so excited. when she’s finished with the braid, she looks so proud. “see, told you i could do it. you know how skilled these fingers are.” she says teasingly. “yea yea, good job baby” you say and give her a validating kiss on the cheek.

-she helps you oil your scalp while you sit in between her legs while watching a movie.

- watches dumb cartoons with you and gets weirdly invested?? loves snuggling with you at night and watching stupid tv like south park.

-dog person, but you made her a cat lover!! can just imagine her hating cats, but when she meets your kitty and sees how much you love it, she can’t not love it as well. when you first introduce her to ur cat, i can see her giving it a side eye while it just rubs and cuddles against her—eventually she cracks. now you call it you guys’ baby:(

- super emotionally intelligent and perceptive. she knows how you’re feeling before you do. loves reassuring her baby and making you feel better. if you’re feeling sad she’ll put on your favorite cartoon and stroke your hair hair to calm you down. also makes dumb jokes to make you laugh. “hey, look babe, s’its joel” she points at the screen to an old troll caricature. she looks down and grins when she sees your giggly face.

-buys you plushies and little collectibles that remind her of you:(

- most definitely a munch

-i hc ellie as a soft dom and stone top. she loves having control over you. loves that you trust her so much that you let her handle all your problems😕 her preferred way to fuck you is with her strap. she loves the way your eyes well up with tears and how sensitive u get when she fucks you. if you’re feeling extra subby, she’ll give you your favorite plushie to hold while she makes you cream all over’ her strap :(( talks you through it too. “yea, y’like that hm? like when daddy fucks you like this? only i can fuck you right.” “need you to cum for me, pretty girl. can you do that f’me?” “that’s right. good girl. my good girl.” ♡

- her favorite pet names to call you are pretty girl, babe, baby, bubs, and honey 💘

-her love language is acts of service!! need your desk built? done. hungry? food already ordered. sick? she’s running you a bath.

-can be temperamental and mean to everyone else but always so so sweet to you<3

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams headcanons #tlou #the last of us #ellie williams x black!reader

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apocalypseornaw · 1 year

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Could Have Been

Benny Lafitte x Female Reader

You never meant to cross a line with Benny. He never meant to develop feelings for you. When Dean needs him to save Sam he has no choice but to agree. Its Dean's little brother and your best friend. You never got to say goodbye.

Warnings: some cursing, mention of steamy times and some mention of injury

When Dean called you'd been surprised at first, yeah him and Sam had found you after he'd crawled out of purgatory. The guilt you'd felt for not looking for him even if Sam had stopped to pursue something with Amelia was tremendous for the simple fact that Bobby would've kicked any of your asses for giving up on the other.

Knowing the Winchesters for as long as you had you also knew Dean would never call for a favor unless it was for a good reason. Especially from his little brother's best friend. The first time you'd met Benny had been by mere coincidence, having simply been close enough to back him and Dean when he'd went after his old nest.

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Getting stuck between Dean and Sam after the fact? That hadn't been fun. Sam didn't trust Benny. You gave him some lead way for the simple fact that he got Dean out of purgatory.

After that day Dean had asked if it was ok to pass one of your burner numbers on to Benny. You'd agreed for the simple fact that it kept him and Sam from arguing a bit.

After what happened when Martin came after Elizabeth you nor Dean knew what would become of Benny or if one of you would be forced to pull that thread if it came to it that is until you got a call late one night.

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You were half asleep in your car after pulling off at a brightly lit rest area to catch a little sleep. You were too far from a motel or any of Bobby's cabins to chance driving any further with how tired you'd been after the last hunt.

When you'd answered the phone you knew you sounded angry but it was more tired than anything. The moment the accented voice hit your ears you started to sit up further in the seat "Sorry darling. Didn't mean to wake you" you ran a hand over your face and shook your head despite being on the phone "It's ok Benny. I was just catching a cat nap so I could make it on to a motel. Whats up?"

"Um Dean sent me a message and said you'd be closer. I um hell can you pick up a cooler for me? I'd do it myself but.." you cut him off "Of course. Send me the address of the pickup and where you are" "Thank you darling"

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Four hours later you were knocking on a cabin door in upper Texas. The door creaked open and the light from the full moon caught Benny's eyes making them shine a bright blue "I'll be damned if you wouldn't be a sight for sore eyes even without the cooler" you rolled your eyes playfully "Jesus, were you aways this flirtatious or is it a side effect from spending a year with Dean?"

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He stepped back to let you inside as a laugh left him "Well if you knew how many stories I heard about you in that year's time it wouldn't be a surprise" you laughed as he shut the door then motioned to the table when you asked where to sit the cooler "I'm afraid that's a side effect of knowing Sam since we were kids. Me and Sam were always dumped at Bobby's before we were considered old enough to hunt full time"

You realized he was listening to you with a small smile on his face and got a bit self conscious "Something wrong?" He shook his head "Naw, just listening to you talk about Sam makes me want to like him despite the fact of him wanting to kill me" you flinched a bit at the reminder and felt the need to say "I'm afraid you managed to land in a heap of trust issues and old arguments between them two"

He nodded "Yeah Dean said you're pretty much the only person that's never batted an eye at their bullshit" you laughed lightly "Yeah that's putting it lightly"

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You ended up crashing at the cabin after Benny offering you the bedroom. You hadn't liked the idea of kicking him out his bed but he reminded you that you'd went against Sam for him and bought him a special delivery as he called it.

Benny wasn't a bad guy, vampire or not. He was just trying to find his way in a world that he wouldn't ever be accepted by humans or vampires. Not to mention he was gorgeous, a broad build mixed with those eyes and that accent? You were glad he wasn't the type of vamp you hunted. He was charismatic enough to leave a long line of victims behind him.

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The laugh he'd gave when you'd told him that was warm enough it wrapped around you.The next morning when you started to hit the road again you'd made him promise to call if he needed anything and he told you to call if you needed an extra hand "Not much of a hunter but I can fight"

Months passed and unless you were actively hunting, a week rarely went by without you seeing Benny. He'd kept to his word and had helped you take out a wendigo and a couple werewolves.You found yourself looking forward to seeing him.

The day you'd stumbled into his cabin, bruised all to hell and back from hunting ghouls you'd never seen a vampire actually go pale before that moment.

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"What happened?" He asked, easily scooping you up into his arms to carry you across the threshold and into the bedroom. He laid you across the bed and started to take your boots off despite your protests that you could do it and that you'd had worse. "Ghouls. Big pack" you mumbled, pushing his hand away when he lifted your shirt slightly to look at your side "It's just bruising. I wouldn't have put you through coming here with an open wound"

He chuckled slightly "I could give a damn less about smelling blood at the moment. You look half dead. Why the hell didn't you call me or another hunter?" You did your best to glare at him as you said "I survived it didn’t I?" but knew it fell flat when he winked at you "You know you're adorable when you try to look scary?"

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You grumbled something about being gorgeous if he just handed you your duffle but nevertheless you let him help you get your torn tshirt over your head and accepted one of his shirts to change into. A few ibuprofen and a glass of water later you were sound asleep.

He considered if he should call Dean but he had a feeling this wasn't just from the ghouls. Dean said you had worse of a habit then he did of burying yourself in hunting and that if you didn't have a partner at times you had a habit of pushing yourself to exhaustion. He'd keep a check on you and if any of those bruises started smelling too strong of blood he'd know you'd hurt something serious and he'd call Dean.

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He looked at you again and felt something inside him flutter. It'd been so long since he'd thought about another woman besides Andrea and you were probably the polar opposite of her.

She'd been an heiress. Born into the lap of luxury with a silver spoon in her mouth. Yes she'd been kind after she'd fallen for him and they'd had a good life together at one time but you? You were something else entirely.

A hunter and a damn good one if what he'd seen and heard was any indication. You'd stood against Lucifer with the Winchesters. You would fight tooth and nail for complete strangers and risk everything for those you cared about. You deserved everything good in the world yet here you were trusting him enough to not only come to him when you were hurt but to curl up in his bed asleep after letting him check your injuries and help you change.

He'd never wished to still be a man and not a monster as much as he had since he'd met you. If only he was a hunter like Dean then maybe he'd have a chance.

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You woke up sore but feeling a lot better. You rubbed at your eyes wondering how long you'd been asleep. Last thing you remembered was Benny helping you change into one of his shirts that was big on you.

You smiled slightly at the memory but blushed. Damn you'd not only slept in his bed post hunt with no shower but in his shirt. Fuck,with his sense of smell you probably reeked. The smell of coffee hit your nose and you decided to risk wondering into the main part of the cabin.

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Benny was standing at the counter when you walked in and smiled "Morning?" You asked and he shook his head "It's six pm" your eyes widened. You'd slept for about fourteen hours.

"Shit I didn't mean to come here and go comatose" he shrugged "Gave me time to go get that coffee and those croissants you like" your stomach growled embarrassingly loud and he chuckled "Hungry?" You nodded "But I need to shower" he shook his head "Eat first then you can shower. It ain't gonna bother me, fifty years in purgatory didn't exactly smell like roses darling"

You hadn't took that in consideration. You crossed the room and took the cup of coffee and paper bag from the bakery when he offered it "Mr Lafitte you're a lifesaver" he smiled "Nice to know"

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After you were showered and changed into your clothes you grabbed Benny's shirt and headed outside where he was sitting on the porch to offer the it back. He looked back when you walked out and smiled "You could keep it if you want" you laughed lightly "Well I have two of Dean's shirts and one of Sam's so it's gonna start looking like I'm a thief"

You sat down next to him, turning to have your back to the banister so you could face him "Cute thief" he teased and you rolled your eyes with a smile "Easy Lafitte, I'll steal all your shirts" he raised one eyebrow "If you wanna see without em its easier to just ask"

You leaned closer, letting one hand find its way to the buttons at the neck of the dark blue henley he currently had on "Well I mean you've seen me without one.." he shook his head with a laugh that sounded more like it had almost slipped out as a sigh "Easy darling, that flirtatious streak is starting to slip out of you"

You remained where you were,letting your fingers slide up to play with the short beard that graced his jawline "I don't really flirt that much" he swallowed hard and when he met your eyes it took everything you had to not get lost in his eyes. They were such a beautiful shade of blue and the depth of thought going on behind them was loud enough to make you falter.

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You let your hand fall "Didn't mean to cross any lines Benny" you leaned back fully against the banister and felt him watching you even when you glanced up to look at the quarter moon. "and before I forget thank you for taking care of me. I guess sometimes its hard to admit that even hunters have to give our bodies the necessities"

A silence fell between the two of you and you started to stand with intentions to head in and grab your boots so you could get ready to hit the road again but before you could move to stand his hand reached out for your wrist. Your eyes trailed up his arm all the way to his face, a smile slipped onto his face "You didn't cross any lines I'd be opposed to you crossing"

You knew he could hear how loud your heart was beating, could probably damn near taste the blood that pumped through your veins but fear was the furthest thing from your mind "What are you saying Benny?"

His tongue peeked out just enough to wet his lips, something you'd long since pegged as a nervous habit that had managed to follow him beyond his human life. "I'm saying that I've felt something for you for a while but your friendship means more to me then acting on those feelings because hunter or not you're human and I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you"

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Benny sat there waiting for a response from you but had it not been for the fact that he could clearly hear your breathing and heart beat he would've guessed you for a mannequin because you'd become utterly still in that way that as far as humans went he'd only ever seen Dean exhibit. "So you're scared to kiss me because I'm a human?" You asked after a moment and looked almost dumbfounded.

"I don't want to hurt you but you are a helluva woman. You're absolutely beautiful and..." he was cut off by your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. You pulled back and smiled at him "See? Still very much alive" he chuckled and nodded "I see that, so can I kiss you properly?" You nodded so he moved to grab you by the hips, the shirt you'd had in your hand long forgotten as he pulled you into his lap and he felt your legs move to straddle him.

You laughed lightly as he pulled your lips down to his. This time he was in charge of the kiss, the moment his lips met yours he felt you relax against him, a light moan escaping you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. When he rolled his tongue against yours the response he got was your hips grinding down against him in a way that had his grip tightening on you.

After a moment he pulled away and both of your chests were heaving a bit "Damn" you whispered leaning your head over to place feather light kisses across his jaw then down his neck.

A part of him registered that this wasn't the best idea. You were still a human, being with Andrea had taken a learning curve. Add in fifty years in purgatory and months of pent up thoughts about you... that part quieted the moment he heard you say "Take me inside Benny. I want you, please" he was standing up, bracing you in his arms before he could think of how bad of an idea it was.

The relationship between you and Benny blossomed easily. Not much changed from the routine you'd set in place over the last few months. You'd hunt, he'd work at the diner two towns over and when you would need a place to land you always ended up in his arms and in his bed.

He had fallen for you somewhere along the way. He knew chances of you feeling the same were slim, he knew hunters spent their lives with the least amount of attachments as possible but he told himself it was enough.

The way you'd touch him, the sounds you'd make when he would touch you. The way it felt when you moaned his name, clinging to his shoulders as he brought you over that edge. The little lines of blood you'd draw from his back and spend days apologizing for although they'd heal as soon as he fed. It was enough.

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How the hell had it gone from you keeping an eye on Benny to help Dean out to this? You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen of his cabin wearing his shirt while he moved around the kitchen cooking you an omelet because he swore you needed to eat a home-cooked meal every now and then.

He'd stop every now and then to step between your legs and press a kiss to your lips. You weren't sure what exactly it was between the two of you but you liked it. Benny was amazing. He took care of you like no one ever had and reminded you to take care of yourself. You loved nothing more than feeling his arms wrap around you after a rough hunt.

You were broke out of your thoughts by one of his fingers tracing patterns on your bare thigh "What ya thinkin bout so hard?" You shook your head "The fact that my bed head probably looks insane" he raised an eyebrow before playfully examining your face "hmm I've seen you look wilder" your face warmed with the under lying meaning of his words and he laughed "Cmon. You gotta eat something"

When Dean Winchester called for a favor it wasn't ever a small one. Benny stood in front of Dean listening as he described the position he'd been shoved into. Sam was stuck in purgatory. He'd gone in to complete a trial and it wasn't just him but Bobby's soul at stake.

"I wouldn't ask Benny but he's my little brother" "The little brother that you and Y/N had to stop from killing me?" Dean sighed looking defeated "You're right it's too much to ask" even as Benny was wanting to say no,wanted to ask if there was another way memories flashed through his mind. You telling him stories about you and Sam when you were younger. The bond you two shared. The stories you'd told him of how Bobby had practically raised you and both Winchesters.

"I'll do it but let me make a phone call first"

"Darlin, it's me. Look if you get this message and ain't heard from me or Dean chances are things went south real quick. You know those trials you said Sam was chasing? Well they took a turn into purgatory. I know what he means to you and Dean both so I'm going after him. I may regret leaving this message if I make it back topside but there's a couple things I need to tell you. One is that there's something in the top dresser drawer at the cabin for you, you'll know it when you see it. The other thing is that I love you. Bye Y/N"

You sat in silence, the necklace you'd found in that drawer around your neck. It had a silver rose pendant. From what you could tell it'd been warded with the strongest protection charms three covens in Louisiana had at their disposal.

Dean sat on the top step next to you, looking out over the field that was next to the cabin. "You gonna stay here?" You shook your head "Not without him" he nodded "Did you love him?" You shrugged one shoulder, tears finally falling "I could have"

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lanwangjihouse · 2 years

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tag of the week:

@vinniekpop :

#last gif reminds me of how they say when a cat trusts you and is trying to show how much they love you they slow blink at you ❋

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elpida · 1 year

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"Hi sweetie, sorry took a bit longer locking up downstairs than i thought. how was your day? everything going okay?" she'd grown so comfortable with Xander over the weeks, taken to that little pet name, sweetie, just rolled off the tongue. She'd even say he could wait for her upstairs in her apartment when she was still finishing up because she trusted him in her home. Eden turned to him with a soft smile, sliding the stained apron she'd left on up over her head and then catching sight of the photo album she'd left open on her coffee table. "Oh." she mused, a soft little smile. "Sorry, left that out last night.. don't get that out a lot really it's umm.." upsetting wasn't the right word, upset wasn't how she felt when she looked through it, it was something far deeper than that. "That one isn't baby photo's or anything it's more.. me and my Brother, the most recent ones we had together or, sort of the ones from college upwards."

For a little while Eden tinkered around her kitchen but when she went over to the sofa she held out a hot mug that'd.. sort of become his mug in her home, one that she'd actually gone out and bought because there was a big dog and a little cat on there and it'd reminded her of Auggie and Romeo. She settled on the sofa beside, one leg folded and tucked underneath the other. That was when she reached forward and brought the photo album up between them.

"That right there is me when I went to college, my gran she always wanted me to have a back up, just incase so.. I did go to college, I hated it though. That's my first day and Ben showed up to take my to my first class, make sure I didn't get lost. We went to the same but, he already knew his way around. I was really nervous for it so I think he just.. showed up to calm my nerves." her fingers rested over it, traced the photo. "He was really kind like that, I mean people say that I'm kind but.. no, nothing like him. If someone needed a cheerleader in their corner, Ben would be that cheerleader." she flicked a few pages, they were so alike in so many ways and then again, not. They both had the same pitch black hair and whilst Eden's hair formed such soft waves, Ben's formed the tightly curly ringlets, she had the softest spring green hues and he had the same shape to his eyes, just his were more grey than green. His brows, thick and dark, not as sculpted as hers.. one thing was noticeably different, he was significantly taller than Eden.

The photo she stopped at made her laugh, it was the two of them outside the bakery, except Ben was holding a cake. "This was the first day that I sort of.. properly took over the bakery as mine, it wasn't long after our grandmother died and.. it sounds silly but the bakery was the thing that made me get up and get out of bed and.. give it some effort, rather than being miserable you know? he said it was absolutely absurd that working and owning a bakery, i did not make myself a cake to congratulate my first day.. so there he is, turning up with this terrible and god.. I mean it really was terrible cake that he'd spent far too long making but it was.." enough to warm her cheeks with how wide her smile had been, like it had now. "Don't even ask what it says on that cake because I don't even think he knew." Enough to make her laugh at the memory.. enough to make her heart ache.

A lot of the photo's where silly poses, selfies they'd taken at the cinema but there was this really sweet one where Eden had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he took photographic evidence of it. "We did movie night, every Thursday.. took it in turns buying snacks and we'd bicker every time because I like sweet popcorn and he liked salty. We'd always end up getting sweet either way." Eden knew she was talking Xander's ear off but.. she never really talked about Ben. She'd never really been comfortable enough with anyone, to let them know all these little memories she cherished. "We even made sure that we did breakfast together every Sunday. Granny made this whole tradition when we came to live with her.. every Sunday was proper breakfast. That meant it was either a big cooked breakfast, or pancakes. No scrimping either, if it was pancakes it was with all the terrible toppings that kids like but.. we kept the tradition. I think people thought it was actually weird because he wasn't like that cringey big Brother, he was my best friend, I could rely on him, you know?"

That little reminiscent smile was that, a smile but it was so.. sad. It was filled with so much heartache, so much longing. "He wasn't a bad man, you know? I get he probably seems it I mean, the whole money thing.. he uh, I think he did that for me. I think he did it selflessly so that I had the bakery, I remember being so scared we'd lose this place when my Granny spent her whole life building it up and loving it, and that it'd just be gone so I think he did all of that for me. I never did figure out how he did it at the time and then he.." then he was gone. He was gone and she'd spent so long being alone. Her fingers had stopped flicking through the pages because she'd got to the last one. No more photo's after this one, and the photo album still had pages left to fill. The last photo was of the almost twin like siblings just at a park, being silly, normal siblings together. He'd pulled an idiotic duck face whilst Eden was in the background, feeding the local ducks at the pond. That was the day before he died. "I still feed those ducks." she forced herself to huff a little laughter, if not she'd start sobbing but her fingers drummed over that photo, other hand lifting her mug to sip her tea.

"He uhh.. he wasn't meant to go when he did.." she started to explain. "That night—" she tapped more prominently on the photograph. "I'd gone out, seen some old college friends that were visiting. I never really let my hair down and he told me to have a little fun and that he'd come and get me when I was ready to come home, never liked me walking home alone after I'd have a drink so.. I got a little drunk and Ben came and got me, walked me home.. It was late and he tucked me up in bed, made sure I had water and something for my head." she was staring down at it, not crying not.. fretting or upset just, remembering it. Her hand absent mindedly reached across to rest on Xander's leg. "If I'd been more.. with it, I'd have told him to stay. I'd have said sleep on the couch it's late, I'd have have made him stay.." and this was the one and only reason behind why Eden didn't drink anymore. "He left, when he thought I was okay.. and it was about, three minutes. All of three minutes, I'm lying in bed.. I hear this gunshot and.. I mean nothing had ever sobered me up quite as fast as that because I think I knew. I think some part of me knew.. who else right? It'd been so close to this apartment.. he was shot at the end of the road. I tried calling and calling, and then when he didn't answer I got my coat on, went out there and.. he was already dead. He was just lying there and I always thought if I just.. if I'd just told him to stay." that's when she turned and properly looked at Xander but her eye squinted slightly. "It's fine, it's been a while now I'm okay, honest but... are you? You kind of look like you've seen a ghost— bad joke."

Eden had loved her Brother more than anything, like she said.. he'd been her rock, her best friend. He'd been her protector, he'd kept her safe and he'd have done anything to make her happy but.. now she'd be forever stuck with a memory of cradling her Brothers body and begging with gods she'd never believed in, pleading with the heavens that she'd will to exist if it meant they'd listen and answer her prayers, to bring her Brothers back, to give him just five more minutes. @secretscost

#eden&xander #remember when i said i wrote an essay #do not match this at alll dont feel any pressure i went OFFF on one #THIS IS GONNA HURT

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ultrcviolet · 1 year

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you’re on your own, kid. you always have been.

( sophie thatcher / 22 / cis woman / she/her ) — did you see HOPE MERCER’S TOXIC FRENEMY, MAEVE WALSH, wandering around the mercer hollow today? i heard around town that the BARTENDER is PROTEAN, and ADROIT, but also BRAZEN, and VOLATILE. people say that they remind them of YESTERDAY’S MASCARA BECOMING TODAY’S EYELINER, A BALL MADE OF CRYSTAL YOU CAN’T SEE, and ICARUS FLYING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO THE SUN, but how well can you ever really know someone in mercer hollow?

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 .

FULL NAME: maeve iris walsh . MEANING: intoxicating / she who rules . NICKNAME(S): m, mae, walsh . AGE: twenty-two . DATE OF BIRTH: feb seventeenth . ZODIAC: aqua sun , scorpio moon , aries rising . HOMETOWN: mercer hollow , born & raised . GENDER: cis woman . PRONOUNS: she / her . ORIENTATION: bisexual . RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single . EDUCATION: finished high school , college drop out ( creative writing major , formerly ) . OCCUPATION: bartender @ the bear den . LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: shitty rental apartment ( roomie of tba ) .

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𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

a red stain blooming upon white sheets, damsels can become the distress, icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, drowning your struggles in whiskey bubbles, the last pomegranate seeds, happy little pills, making shapes with sparklers in the dark, always a few steps ahead as though being chased by ghosts, sweet bourbon runs through your veins, all those who wander can never be lost, the shift of the temperature as a storm approaches, an eternal crossroads and you chose the wrong path .

FACECLAIM: sophie thatcher . HAIR: naturally dark brown, but she bleaches it to blonde. it’s not unusual for her roots to be super grown out lbr. she’s got a natural wave to her hair and that’s all you’ll get. never hear styles. it’s typically left loose, until she gets annoyed with it and throws it up in some half assed messy ponytail. if you’re lucky, two messy braids. she’s got a front fringe but just like her roots, she’s never on top of keeping it the right length . EYE COLOUR: bluey-green . HEIGHT: 5’6 . STYLE: fishnets, fishnets, fishnets. maeve has never picked out an outfit that doesn’t include fishnets. ripped jeans, band tees. leather jackets. all black outfits, typically. combat boots or black converse sneakers. definitely a grungey style. never wants to look like she tried too hard . USUAL EXPRESSION: resting bitch face ; a smirk rather than a genuine smile ; rolls her eyes without even trying to hide that she's doing it .

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

LABEL: jerk with a heart of gold . i will expand here, trust me . TV TROPES: anti-hero, dark-haired aloof girl, the bratty teenage daughter, the rebellious spirit, hell-bent for leather, perpetual frowner, sour outside, sad inside, lady swears-a-lot, deadpan snarker, wildcard, hard drinking party girl, mood swinger . POSITIVE TRAITS: brave , adventurous, decisive , witty , resourceful , assertive , spontaneous , protean , adroit , direct , observant . NEGATIVE TRAITS: abrasive , reckless , bad-mannered , bitter , disrespectful , freewheeling , aloof , fickle , irreverent , cynical , argumentative , moody , irresponsible , destructive . MBTI: isfp . ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral .

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𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 .

dot points coming soon .

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𝑬𝑻𝑪 .

HABITS: smoking , bouncing her leg when she sits , picking at nail polish / hangnails , rolling her eyes at inappropriate times . SKILLS: being able to pour a shot without measuring , hiding things ( literally and emotionally ) , creative writing / poetry , satisfying gift wrapper , can paint really well but will never show you . LIKES: stormy weather / thunder , combat boots , the sound of leaves crunching under your feet in fall , fishnet stockings , black cats , horror movies , spicy food , sour candy , eyeliner. DISLIKES: the sound of people chewing , waking up early , sappy movies , being lied to , hugs , sand , people getting too drunk and crying at the bar .

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𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

WITH HOPE: toxic frenemies . this will also get all expanded on in a bit BUT tldr is that hope would never publicly admit to being maeve's friend. sure, they could be seen together. they were never friends. that couldn't be further from the truth. when hope and maeve were good, they were good. they'd run amuck and have fun together. then the morning would come and maeve would be tossed to the side, wished away just like the hangover that always followed their benders. any trouble they got into would always land on maeve, hope keeping her hands clean. they'd argue and though maeve says she hold a grudge, hope would always seep in through the cracks of her tough exterior. the last time would be forgiven and they'd go out. just for the cycle to start again . FRIENDS: micah ahuja ( best friend ) , abril serrano aquino ( friend , protective over ) , theo reyes ( childhood friend ) , topher silverman ( friend ) , tba . ENEMIES: nax bishop ( antagonistic ) , tba . ROMANTIC: noah hayes ( hook up ) , julien watts ( on again , off again relationship ) , etc. WANTED CONNECTIONS: here .

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#mhintro #( 𝖒𝖆𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖍 ; musings ) living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts .

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kiillerqueen · 2 years

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❝ I strongly believe that women were put on this earth for the demise of men. ❞ Diego is sure that he sounds like a fool for saying such a thing , but he had watched many men be destroyed or even killed at the hands of a woman. Diego himself wasn't going to be one of those men , even if he was currently smitten by Catalina. His wife on the other hand was just a pawn in getting what he had wanted , and that had been to get his hands on the empire that her father had made. There is no doubt that his wife's family had went out of their way to give him everything that his own parents weren't able to. It had been his father in law that had become the father figure in Diego's life , one that he had always desired to have when he was a young boy. Now he was basically willing to throw it back in the face of that man without a second thought. ❝ I appreciate that , it definitely helps take the small bit of guilt in my stomach about how wrong it is for me to be betraying the man that single handily raised me. I guess when you're stuck in this gig for as long as I have been the power hungry gets to you. Do I feel guilty for what I've done to Mariana , sure but then I remind myself that I've earned this position and I wasn't going to just let her old man over look me for it. Plus I am sure if she had married someone else they'd be the exact same as I am with her. ❞ His last part of his statement is more than likely true , yet it doesn't mean they'd be as cruel as Diego has been with her. His wife desired one thing from him and he has no plans on giving her it , knowing that he isn't going to change his mind.

It was nice to be able to have a conversation with someone that understood his thinking on the whole not wanting to have children. He wasn't doing it because he intentionally wanted to be cruel to his wife in that manner , but Diego knows that Mariana is never going to see it that way. ❝ I swear she thinks that I am doing it to be an ass , but really in the beginning it was because of those factors. So yeah maybe a bit now has to do with it because I've grown so tired of her bitching and moaning about it. I already know that if I even popped one in her by mistake she'd be looking for more , so it is just best I don't. ❞ It felt nice to be able to have someone to talk about what he is going through with his wife and not have any type of judgement or worry about it getting back to the femme or her father. Jamie had become the only man that Diego really had trust in to be faithful to him. ❝ Oh it may seem like it has gone by fast to you , but it couldn't have gone any slower for me. I swear to God she knows how to suck the fun out of being newly weds. ❞ Diego groans just thinking about how stressful his marriage had become so quickly , but knew that he needed to keep up the act of being a faithful and dedicated husband for the sake of making sure that he hadn't just wasted almost a full year of his life trying to get what he wanted from the older male. ❝ Either way right now I am not concerned about Mariana or her husband finding about the affair. ❞ Diego knew that himself and Cat had agreed to keep it between the two , but he didn't worry that Jamie would be breathing a word of the affair to anyone else. ❝ You may possibly be right about everything that you're saying , but trust me she is one hundred percent worth it. ❞

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#thewcllingtons #Interaction: Diego.Santiago #Queue

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dicmondskies · 2 years

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☆ & * . ♡ I N T R O D U C T I O N …

[ ◟ KAY. ◝ ] ⸻ have you ever heard 20 something by sza , well it is PARIS SAZUKI to a tee . the tarot reader and metaphysical store owner at the black cat has been spotted wandering down portobello road markets just last sunday , do you know them ? would you say they are more emotionally intelligent or more sensitive ?anyway , they remind me of lavender fields, an ancestral altar full of crystals from around the world, herbal teas when sick, essential oil diffusers in every room, incense to keep bad energy away , maybe you’ll catch them around yeah ? ⸻ [ ◟ KAYLEE BRYANT. ◝ ]

PARIS SUZUKI is the first born in the suzuki family. being the eldest girl has always had a much deeper and heavier meaning to her life. as the first born, she realized from a young age that she wasn’t the same as the family that surrounded her. naturally she’s always had a gift for seeing the truth of things, being able to observe a situation, family dynamic, environment, etc. and knowing exactly what needs to be brought to light for improvement. she was shown grim truths about her toxic family dynamics as she matured over the years. older adults called her an empath, she’d line all of her stuffed animals up, convinced they were alive and had feelings, talked to imaginary friends, and knew when bad things were about to happen, she even started having prophetic dreams as her link to the spiritual world strengthened with age. sometimes, she’d just KNOW things, and didn’t know why. with a strict cultural upbringing, these feelings and ‘knowings’ were highly discouraged, so much so that her parents nearly scared her of herself, of the feelings she was experiencing that were so confusing and making others seem afraid of her. she eventually learned to block it out, ignore it, only talk about it to trusted peers which were few, even the kids in school sensed something special about her, in return she was sort of a timid, isolated child who wanted nothing more than the opposite. her younger brothers were always popular and well liked, which made her feel more like something was wrong with her.

☆ &*— high school

when she was 15, p’s parents went through a really rough patch, there were rumors that got back to paris that her dad was having an affair, and when she asked her mom about the rumors she was told to stay out of adult business. she witnessed a lot of her dad doing whatever he wanted and watching her mom tolerate it and look the other way due to the fact he was the sole bread winner, as she aged into her teenage years, paris became more rebellious. she was still the same kind, genuine, lover girl she’d always been but at home she was cold and distant, she’d rack up after school activities and clubs to keep herself away from home, she started making more friends and coming out of her shell, suddenly people payed her more attention and that’s when she met her first girl crush. when she was 16 she fell in love with her high school best friend, the girl who lived across the street, she had just moved to the neighborhood and sat next to paris on the bus her first morning. this was the moment paris’s repressed “hey, maybe i’m into girls.” feelings bubbled back into the forefront of her mind. she identifies as pansexual in current time.

paris was way too shy and way too unsure of herself to ever tell her best friend how she really felt about her, though the two were inseparable and never left each others side, if you saw paris you saw her and vice versa. it didn’t take long for her father to catch on and he was nothing short of unhappy. paris was sent to a private school across town just to keep the two apart, it was a real life romeo and Juliette situation going on, and it got so bad that paris’s father went as far as to move to a new city, just to keep her daughter away from the girl she loved. eventually, paris’s first love couldn’t take the rejection from paris’s parents any longer, she just couldn’t handle the drama, the intensity of their forbiden love, it was when they were 17 that it all ended and the two slowly drifted apart and stopped speaking all together. this was her first heartbreak, and fueled her anger towards her parents, especially her father.

paris turned her villain era up a notch, she did a huge 180 on her aesthetics, slashed fishnets, berry red vamp lipstick, and a septum piercing were the first major turn arounds in her appearance, she started to love being her most authentic self regardless of how her parents reacted, she dug deep into her psyche and healed some of the darkest parts of her that were still hurt and traumatized, her inner child. suddenly, it felt good to piss her parents off, she stopped craving the validation and acceptance and realized everything she could ever need was already within herself, and if her parents or anyone didn’t like who she was, then it was their loss and not her responsibility to change their minds.

☆ &*— young adult life

slowly but surely she started to find herself and explore her 20′s with nothing but self love in mind. it was on her self love journey that she stumbled into crystals, tarot, spirituality, herbs, etc. and most importantly when history came back around to repeat itself. she met her current best friend through her spiritual journey and surprise, surprise, she’s found herself having feelings for her but she’s afraid that the past will repeat itself, so she hasn’t come clean about it yet. when she started getting into being spiritual instead of religious, she started to tap back into the psychic gifts she had when she was younger. she started trusting her intuition and meditating and learned to connect with her intuition out of love instead of fear. while in college for marine biology, she slowly started doing tarot readings for people anywhere she could on campus, and eventually she started doing lives on tik tok, the more her talent and clientele grew, the more she realized this was her path, she dropped out right before she was about to get her masters and started an online tarot & crystal business. she can tell you all about crystals and makes handmade crystal jewelry like rings, necklaces, and bracelets and knows what each crystal means and how it functions. she has an ancestral altar set up in her apartment in her spare room that serves as her safe space, decorated with crystals, her altar, bean bags, bongs, live plants, a mini library, a diy cloud wall and a galaxy sky light, it’s the vibes room and resembles what the inside of a fairy cottage might look like, usually where she goes to be alone or release her negative thoughts and feelings.

from 2020-2022 her crystal business online grew extremely popular at a fast rate, she started doing readings and selling crystals at festivals and other vendor events and that helped spread her business and connected her to networking opportunities to keep growing bigger, after working hard and building her reputation and business from the ground up, she opened up her first physical store front on the oceanfront january 2021, so it’s been almost two years that it’s up and running and you can find things like incense, dried herbs, tarot decks, crystals, crystal jewelry, handmade soaps & bath products, aura photo booths, aromatherapy, handmade candles, teas, and herbal pre-rolls, you can also get tarot readings from her there as well as from other tarot readers, psychics, and astrologers who rent the space to do personal readings!

her fathers dirt has come back to haunt her as his child of an affair has surfaced and set off the beginning stages of her parents divorce. her new sibling is interested in getting to know her but they are very skeptical and stressed about the entire thing, basically she’s been avoiding it but trying to be polite as possible.

☆ &*— random facts & tidbits

[ i actually read astrology charts for a living so some of these fun facts will be based on her astrological chart, yes sorry i am THEE astrology whore unfortunately ]

she is a libra sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising. having the sun in libra gives her a mediator touch to almost every situation. she can see things from all sides and angles. this has given her a bit of a people pleaser personality but over time she has learned about setting boundaries with others and putting herself and wellbeing first. she is all about harmony, beauty, and love. she prefers to be in a relationship rather than to be single and sometimes that can turn into a co-dependency problem, something she’s self aware of so she is in the process of trying to heal that wound and be more mindful of the kinds of relationships and people she lets into her life. venus is the ruler of the sign libra, this makes people born under this sun sign perceived as charming, sociable, but sometimes perceived as fake because they are usually always trying to keep the peace in situations, they find a way to make everyone in the room happy but sometimes they end up compromising themselves. libra is an air sign and therefore communication is key in their lives, they communicate in a diplomatic way and are often thought as mediators or advocates, air signs are sociable and this combination of air and venus influence is why libra’s usually have to come to terms at some point in their lives that they can’t and won’t be liked by everybody, they have a bad habit of letting someone not like them send them into a spiral. libra is also a sign connected to justice and the justice card in tarot, they are great human rights advocates or advocates for the underdog.

her venus sign is in the sign of scorpio. this makes her a very intense, passionate, and loyal lover. people born while venus is in scorpio have no interest in superficial or shallow kinds of relationships, they want deep, intimate, and meaningful connections with the people they allow in their life but often end up feeling very lonely due to the fact that people are disappointing and are bound to let you down sometime. scorpio venus finds the beauty in the darkness, and they have many transformations through love, they aren’t afraid of people who have a rough past or have been through trauma, on the con side, this can attract dark partners who can be obsessive, controlling, manipulative, on the pro side this can attract partners who have a respect for the darker things in life, are passionate, intimate, and worthy of merging souls. scorpio venus learn lessons about trust, loyalty, and letting go, often times they have to let go of many people who are not healthy for them, and spark change in that persons life for the better, leaving them to pick up the pieces and rise from the ashes.

her rising sign is in the sign of scorpio as well, the rising sign represents your appearance, personality, and overall theme of your life, this means she lives a very scorpio themed life full of death and rebirth cycles, learning lessons about letting go, control, and transformation. scorpio risings are constantly evolving, they are said to be truth seers and often shine light on the darkness that others don’t see so obviously, they can see through situations and pick up on hidden things, the unsaid, the unseen, they read in between the lines, and are the kinds of people you would want to hire as a private investigator, nothing slips past a scorpio rising, they have incredible skill of diving to the depths of the human psyche and they often have a rough life impacted by some sort of life changing trauma or themes of trauma that they are meant to overcome and evolve and transform from, this makes them very deep people, they feel at an extreme intensity level, everything is 20x more deep to a scorpio placement

her cancer moon gives her a very nurturing and motherly energy, she loves to care for her loved ones and is the ‘mom friend’ in her friend group. cancer is a sign that is ruled by the moon, therefore it is connected to femininity (in energetic terms not m/f) the mother, intuition, the womb, and cycles. this gives her a very sharp and strong intuition and even sometimes prophetic dreams, things she dreams about will happen in real life, even if it’s something minor or seemingly unimportant. cancer is sign about family and she’s been dreaming and planning out her wedding future children names since she was seven, she was totally the ‘i want a prince to sweep me off my feet’ kind of girl growing up. cancer placements especially cancer moons are also very emotionally intelligent as well, she is very good at tending to the emotional needs of others but has to be careful and set boundaries or else she gets drained and will take on the emotions and problems of others in a way that isn’t good for her mental health. she is a total crier, she doesn’t care where she is, if she has to cry she will shed tears and not care if it makes other people uncomfortable, she’s the kind of girl to cry over a romantic gum commercial or a minor sad scene in a film. she loves to stay home and take a warm bubble bath, crawl under her blankets and binge watch her favorite tv series, she’s more of a stay in at home kind of girl than a go out to parties or clubs. she loves comfort and food, especially baking!

#nothillhqintro #parisuzuki

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NiceGuyJohnny & TheJinyoung : NCT & Got7

🌙 starring. johnny (nct) & jinyoung (got7) x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. A little romantic trip with Haechan leaves two of your primary doms feeling a little… jealous? possessive? downright insane? And they’re going to make sure you know it.

cw/ tw.cam sex, extreme sadist hard dom Jinyoung, hard/soft dom Johnny, gag ball, degradation, use of yellow safe word (in a pretty tame way tbh), bdsm themes, threesome, ‘puppy’, thigh riding, daddy/sir/master - all sorts of dom titles tbh, oral (m/f receiving), squirting, Johnny’s dick is (as always) too god damned big for his own good, unprotected sex, bulge kinks of sorts?, deep throating, rough sex, dumbification, toys, lots of finger sucking, some pain kink, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 7.5k

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. camroom directory here - this series is covered in audio by the Kpop Pillow Talk podcast, listen here

“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks, as the elevator ascends to the highest floor in one of the tallest hotels in all of Seoul. You’d been a little shocked when he’d driven you both straight here after picking you up from your apartment.

“I’m not sure if I trust you to get some food in me before you decide to fuck me.” You grab at his soft, black dress shirt, pulling him close in the elevator as you grin up at your beautiful lover.

“You watch too many TikToks,” Johnny smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands slip to your waist, pulling you even closer to his broad chest, and you breathe in his expensive cologne, enjoying the taste of luxury it leaves on your tongue. He cups your face, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “And you know what, pretty girl? I know you trust me.”

“Sadly,” you confess, sighing and looking away only for Johnny to pull you in for one last kiss that feels stolen as the elevator doors open, and you’re left wanting more when he moves away. The tall NCT idol has your room key, and you let him navigate you down the hall.

The room is easy to find, and Johnny scans the hotel key card, earning access.

Johnny helps you take off your jacket and his quiet demeanour tips you off that something is wrong. He puts a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door’s handle, and you think that this is particularly odd behaviour for Johnny of all people, who usually doesn’t care who hears you two fucking or who interrupts.

“Hey, baby,” Jinyoung’s smooth voice makes you whip around, coming face to- chest with your most sadistic dom. You force your eyes up and Jinyoung smirks down at you, looking like the cat who’s caught the canary. You enjoy how big he is, dwarfing your smaller body as he invades your space- but what is he doing here?

“You trust me,” Johnny reminds you from where he’s leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

Fingers under your chin draw your eyes to Jinyoung, and his dark gaze pierces yours. “Did you have fun last weekend, baby?”

So that’s what this is about? Your getaway with Haechan?

You roll your eyes and Jinyoung’s widen in shock.

“She’s lost her manners,” The elder Got7 Member concludes, not reprimanding you, but instead looking over your shoulder at Johnny, talking about you as if you’re not even there, which is almost worse.

He’s shit talking you and you’re right there. Shit talking you to your soft dom lover no less, who you expect to take your defence, but instead Johnny just shrugs, grinning as if to say ‘it is what it is.’

It becomes clear now that Jinyoung arrived a while ago, as he's set up the room exactly to your usual cam girl specifications. There are a few things set up, namely; a tripod, light ring, and- classically Jinyoung- bondage ties on the bed.

You're in for a long night, and although you think you don't really deserve this as a punishment - which from the strong set of Jinyoung's shoulders you know it most definitely will be - you know they're going to all but break your back, and you can't think of a better way to spend an evening.

You take a moment to appreciate Jinyoung’s body.

He’s in pinstriped dress pants tonight and a white button up, with suspenders that curve deliciously over his back. The shirt is tailored, showing off the wide set of his shoulders that narrows in to his waist and ass, which is where your eyes stay fixed as you continue following him.

A hand touches the small of your back and Johnny falls into step with you. “Safe words?”

You raise a brow at him, is he serious? Again, you’d expected some soft words from your (generally) kind lover, but this? Something like fear tingles up your spine and you force yourself to remember your ‘training’.

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for all clear.”

There’s no reward for your correct answer, and you’re left empty handed, expecting a ‘good girl’ or maybe even a ‘that’s my studious little baby doll’- okay, maybe not that last one- but you’d been expecting something!

The bratty side of you is starting to come out and it makes you stop in your tracks three feet past the tripod. Someone better start being nice to you or so help you god-

“Go on darling.” Jinyoung turns to face you, leaning back against a table near the bed that you now see has a few interesting items on it. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, forearms on display since he’s rolled up his sleeves. “Stomp your foot for us. Pout out that lip, it’s been making everyone else bend over backwards for you lately, huh?”

You’re shocked at his words, eyes immediately darting to Johnny, who has met Jinyoung at the table, but he’s focused on pouring himself a drink from a bottle of Whiskey next to what you now see is a vibrator.

“Don’t look at him,” Jinyoung’s voice is low, and he pushes himself off of the table fluidly, taking a step towards you that makes you instinctively move backwards.

He’s much bigger than you, closing the distance and grabbing you by the waist with one hand while the other grips your jaw, his dark eyes gazing into your own.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?”

His words ring loudly in your ears and it only takes a moment for you to realize why. Haechan had said that exact same thing on your vacation together.

Your heart races in your chest. Of course they’d both been watching, but to have Jinyoung quote it at you?

He must be pissed.

“Colour?” Johnny’s voice draws your eyes over Jinyoung’s shoulder and he lets you go even before you say ‘Green’ as clearly as possible.

Jinyoung heads over to Johnny again, once more leaning back against the table.

You take a breath to speak but Johnny cuts you off. “Before anyone says anything else that could be incriminating,” Johnny turns to face you, swirling the whiskey in his cup and bringing it to his lips, “Camera’s on gorgeous.”

“How-” You turn to see your phone is in the tripod, and you have no idea how it got there.

“You were too busy staring at Jinyoung’s ass, darling,” Johnny chuckles into his glass of whiskey.

He’s making fun of you. It’s a form of degradation, a soft form, but a form nonetheless, and it makes you wrap an arm over your middle instinctively, starting to feel incredibly small.

Johnny had taken your phone when he’d put your jacket away, and while you’d been walking behind Jinyoung, the man from Chicago had turned on your phone, opened a room, and slipped it into the tripod holder.

You try not to underestimate Johnny, but he still surprises you every now and again.

“So what are we going to do with you tonight, hmm?” Jinyoung asks, adjusting so his palms are flat on the table behind him and it widens his chest out, making it look even broader as he takes a deep breath, sighing. “I'm going to have to reteach you everything, aren’t I?”

Your manners come back after the initial shock. Being a brat hadn’t worked, and Jinyoung had degraded you for it, knowing all the tricks you had up your sleeve. Johnny, your soft dom- has seemingly abandoned you- it feels like the only option is to comply.

“No sir, I’ll be good,” you say.

You may have had your bratty little escapades with lenient doms recently, but Jinyoung is reminding you exactly what he expects from you. For good measure, and because you’ve already dug yourself into a bit of a hole by trying to be bratty at all, you get down on your knees and look at the floor.

You listen to Jinyoung walk towards you, then past you.

He pushes the tripod back to give space between it and the foot of the bed, and picks up your phone. He turns it towards you and you feel a prickle of shame at your kneeling form.

After being a bit of a brat with your past men, it feels odd to show them this side of you again, but you know it’s a passing feeling, because the moment Jinyoung speaks, a tingle of excitement runs up your spine.

“Bet our little whore is waiting for some praise,” Jinyoung says, moving to sit on the foot of the bed and spread his thighs invitingly.

You open your mouth to say something but remember your dom hasn’t asked you a question so you bite down on your lip instead.

“Come sit between my legs,” Jinyoung instructs, watching you with dark eyes as you shuffle to where you’re supposed to be, “and stop calling me sir, it’s obviously a title with little value.”

“But you can still call me daddy, isn’t that right princess?” Johnny’s voice makes you want to scoff, you can practically hear him grinning somewhere on your left, probably still drinking and being nonchalant while you and Jinyoung have his intense power play, as per usual Johnny you suppose.

“The person who doesn’t want to be called sir anymore told me not to look at you and maybe not to speak to you either,” you say loudly, unable to help yourself. You force your gaze down on Jinyoung’s shoes, trying to stop a smile at your own bratty mischief.

Then Johnny starts laughing, because you both know what your little outburst is probably going to have cost you. You just effectively talked back to Jinyoung - and without even looking up at his face, you know he’s probably furious.

To your surprise, he doesn’t say anything, in fact, Jinyoung stands up and walks over to Johnny. When his back is to you, you follow him with your eyes, looking briefly at Johnny but he’s blatantly ignoring you now. Still laughing to himself as he drinks his whisky and pulls up a fancy chair to sit in as if he’s about to enjoy the show.

He is.

And you’re the show. Not only for him, but for however many people are in the cam room. You don’t even know who you’ve invited at this point, who has access to this.

You love this. You live for this. You press your thighs tighter together.

“Johnny.” All Jinyoung has to do is say his name for Johnny to set his drink down and accept the phone. He immediately turns it on you, and with Jinyoung’s back hiding what he’s up to, all you can do is wait.

You wait expectantly for some praise, for him to read the chat to you. Instead, Johnny’s eyes scan comments but he keeps his mouth shut, laughing at a few, but not reading them to you.

You’re pissed.

So pissed, you almost forget Jinyoung is up to no good until he’s coming back to the bed and you have no idea what he’s even retrieved from the table of toys.

“Greedy girl, already looking for her toy.” Jinyoung sits down on the foot of the bed and spreads his legs again, he shows you his empty hands. “Where is it, gorgeous?”

You narrow your eyes at him, not enjoying his game.

His fingers reach under your chin and he leans down to meet your eyes. “You were okay playing kitten for Jaebum, now be my good puppy and find your toy.”

The mean dom sits back again, squaring his shoulders and smiling at you. You move forward on your knees until you’re pressed to the foot of the bed.

You love the way the pinstripe pants hug Jinyoung’s thighs and you’re practically drooling as you rest your hands on his knees and begin an upward motion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jinyoung’s tone is amused and when you look up at him, your belly flips upon finding a smile.

He grabs your jaw as you say “searching for my toy?” Your hands have reached his upper thighs. “Is it in your back pocket, master?” You bat your eyes at him and Jinyoung takes a deep breath, the new title obviously striking an unexpected chord inside of him.

“Yes, gorgeous, it’s in my back pocket.”

You grin, pushing on his thighs to prop yourself up to press a kiss to his lips before you fall back to your knees and reach behind him for your prize.

“Show it so everyone can see, baby.” Jinyoung’s smiling down at you but there’s something so sinister in it, in the sexiest of ways.

You lift the pink gag ball up for everyone to see.

Now you realize why Johnny needs to hold the phone. Jinyoung will need both hands to put the gag ball on you.

“Turn and face your daddy, gorgeous,” Jinyoung says, taking the gag ball from you.

You do as you’re told, looking up at Johnny and the camera.

“Now say: bye bye daddy.”

You want to laugh but you also maybe want to cry.

One look at Johnny has him offering you a smile. “If you’re uncomfortable, tap out three times, two for slow down, one for good, got it baby?”

You nod. “Bye bye, daddy.”

“Say ah,” Jinyoung commands from behind you, his breath teasing your bare shoulder, exposed by your pretty dress, which, you realize, he’s yet to praise.

You kind of want to say something about it- but then the hard plastic touches your teeth and you open your mouth wider, accepting the ball that Jinyoung fastens behind your head with deft, quick fingers.

It feels kind of odd to have your mouth forcibly open like this. Gag Balls are not something you’ve really tried with your partners other than Jinyoung, who’s used it on you only twice before, and it’s always an adjustment.

“There we go,” Jinyoung sighs, both of his hands finding your shoulders and begin smoothing down your arms. “Now we can talk without any bratty,” he smacks your inner thigh, forcing you to spread your legs, “interruptions.”

Johnny, along with the entire cam room, watches as Jinyoung talks down to you. He leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder and you tilt your head, which only earns more chastising.

“Needy,” Jinyoung states, letting the tip of his nose drag up your neck. “You’re going to have to work for it tonight princess.”

Jinyoung moves away from behind behind you, and Johnny catches a micro movement of you turning to watch, only to force your eyes back down on the floor. He fights the urge to praise you for your good behaviour, fights the urge to read you the comments flooding in.

Heychannie: holy fucking shit

Heychannie has donated $500

yutAH: you can say that again

yutAH has donated $666

yutAH: i didn’t know she was into GAG BALLS

TeamWang: fuck me neither

TeamWang has donated $1000

PubGMarkT: fucking Jackson

PubGMarkT: we’re all just trying to watch and you’re throwing money around

PubGMarkT has donated $1000

TeamWang: tell me she doesn’t deserve it

PubGMarkT: we all know she does

HeyChannie: hey! When did Johnny and Jinyoung start hanging out though?

HeyChannie: and why the fuck wasn’t i invited to this

yutAH: cuz you’re the reason they’re even punishing her you fuck

HeyChannie: all i did was take her on vacation

Doie: can someone kick him off the chat

HeyChannie: fuck you i was in the chat first

KittyTae: be nice you two

KittyTae has donated $1000

TeamWang: and start tossing money at her if ur going to be babies in chat ;)

TeamWang has donated $500

Johnny moves his eyes back to you. You’re still facing him, kneeling on the floor, gag ball between your lips, a small bit of drool already beginning to form-

“She’ll ruin her dress,” Johnny realizes, immediately squatting and bringing the camera up to your face to inspect the trail of saliva on the corner of your mouth.

He wipes it clean with his thumb, looking past you at Jinyoung, who’s taken a seat again on the foot of the bed.

“Then take it off,” Jinyoung says simply.

“Stand up for me, princess.” Johnny reaches a hand out for you to grab so he can help you to your feet and Jinyoung clicks his tongue.

“What did I say about being nice to her during this?”

Johnny sighs. Jinyoung had told him that if he wanted to be here for the punishment, he’d have to be harsher on you, less baby names and coddling.

It’s funny how easily Johnny slips back into soft dom if he’s not paying attention, his true care for you bleeding through and getting in the way of his harder role.

Standing and taking his hand back, Johnny meets your eyes. He thinks he sees your understanding in them, and he doubts you’ll be mad at him about any of this later.

He watches you slowly get to your feet, and then you turn towards Jinyoung, looking over your shoulder somewhat expectantly at Johnny, who reaches out to unzip your dress, the camera following the motion.

As soon as the zipper is undone, Jinyoung’s hands find your waist and he pulls you between his legs, looking up at you. “Strip for us, whore.”

Instead of doing what you’re told immediately, you turn back to Johnny and reach out for his hand, which he allows you to take.

The tall man watches with interest as you tap two times on his palm, and then Johnny’s shoulders slump slightly, “Aw, yellow? Already? Okay, baby, we’ll be better about our degradation.”

beommie: leave it to Jinyoung to be such an asshole that our cam baby has to use a safe signal

TeamWang: what a dick right?

PubGMarkT: and her going to Johnny to tap out?-

TeamWang: what else would you expect

TeamWang: honestly

Johnny looks down at you with concern in his eyes and you nod, about to turn back to Jinyoung but then Johnny stops you. “Are you still okay with the gag?”

You reach for his hand again, tapping once in his palm, a yes.

Then you turn to face Jinyoung, intending to follow through with his strip tease command- only for him to reach for your hand instead.

He stands, pulling you to his chest by your hips. His fingers find the bottom of your chin and he lifts your face, pressing a kiss to your nose before moving his hands to your shoulders to push the straps of your dress down, causing it to fall to the floor.

Jinyoung sits down again, patting one thigh, and you marvel at the way the pinstripes look like a landing strip.

You’re exposed to the room in your little black lace set- you think Namjoon bought it for you? But you can’t remember, you have so much lingerie from all your men it’s hard to keep track- and you feel completely in your element.

Your hands find Jinyoung’s strong shoulders, steadying yourself so you can swing a leg over his thigh and get into position, sinking down until your core is against his pants.

“Look at me,” Jinyoung commands, leaning back and settling his hands on the bed behind him, he looks gorgeous, “be a good little sub, and ride my thigh till you cum.”

You nod, and then begin to move your hips, grinding down on Jinyoung’s leg.

A moan slips past your gag ball, and you breathe heavily through your nose, able to feel a new string of drool sliding down your chin only to drip onto your chest.

“Bra off baby,” Jinyoung says, and you moan at the pet name, finally given a nice one from your stern lover instead of ‘whore’ or ‘slut’, which he’s quite fond of when he’s being mean.

If there’s one thing you love about Jinyoung, it’s that he’s a good dom in every sense. Even if he has a scene he wants to do, if you aren’t okay with parts of it, like being called whore, he’ll immediately correct himself. But unlike your soft lover Johnny, who had all but cooed at you, Jinyoung had changed without even putting his respect on the line, he’s still as hard dom as five minutes ago, but adjusted.

You reach your hands behind your back, undoing your clasp and allowing the fabric to fall free.

As soon as your breasts are exposed to the open air, you feel your nipples harden, and Jinyoung’s lips part in appreciation. He sits up immediately, hands coming to cup at your boobs, which bounce as you grind harder on his thigh.

His leg is strong beneath you, and it feels delicious when you drag your core against him, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You close your eyes, groaning around the gag ball that’s still firm in your mouth-

Then a hand grabs your chin roughly, and your eyes snap open. “I told you, to look at me,” Jinyoung growls, pinching your nipple with his free hand and making you whine loudly. Drool drips down your chin and onto your breasts and Jinyoung watches it, then motions with his hand, reminding you of Johnny who’s still behind you with the camera in hand. “Come look at this.”

Your soft dom lover appears next to you, holding the camera close to your skin and narrowing in on exactly what Jinyoung wants him too.

“Messy girl,” Johnny breathes, and you enjoy his words. They’re not praise, but they’re not degradation either, a happy medium.

“She’s had enough of this,” Jinyoung says, reaching behind your head to unclasp your gag ball, “want to hear her pretty moans when she cums like the filthy little cam baby she is.”

Cam baby. There’s that term again. Haechan had used it on you, and you suppose it’s not a shock Jinyoung is reusing a second term from the man who had whisked you away on vacation.

You can’t help the way the your hips grind down harder on Jinyoung, your moans sounding through the room the moment the hard plastic is removed from between your teeth.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. You start to move towards Jinyoung, intent on kissing him, before you remember your manners. “Master?”

“Hmm?” Jinyoung looks up at you after setting the gag ball down on the bed next to him, amusement in his eyes.

“Kisses?”

“Only because you asked and didn’t simply take. You’re learning your place again, aren't you, baby girl?”

You nod solemnly, licking your lips. “Yes, master.”

Jinyoung scoffs a little at you, and then he’s grabbing the back of your head roughly and dragging you to his lips.

He dominates the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth and then biting on your lip, his free hand moving to your hip to force you to grind on him.

You can feel your orgasm rising, and you wrap your arms around the back of Jinyoung’s neck, getting as close as you can to his chest while rutting your core against his thigh.

“Can I cum, master?” you groan, moving your lips to Jinyoung’s neck.

As much as he hates to admit it, the mean dom is just as sensitive when you kiss his throat as anyone, and his fingers dig into your hips, helping you rut harder and faster against him.

“Hold it.”

You let out a whine and it earns you a rough spank on your ass, which just makes things more difficult, the pain molding with the pleasure and just about dragging you over the edge.

“Please, master?” you ask again, pressing sloppier kisses to his neck, your muscles straining from trying to hold back your orgasm. “Please?”

Jinyoung chuckles darkly, and then his hand is wrapping around your throat, tearing you from his neck.

“Fine.” His dark eyes glare into yours. “You can cum for us.”

Your orgasm rips through you, your hips moving on their own accord to ride you through your high.

Jinyoung flexes his thigh beneath you and you let out a mewl, gripping his shoulders tighter. Then he pushes his leg up, adding more pressure to your clit, which is throbbing with pleasure.

“Thank you master!” you belt out, remembering another one of Jinyoung’s rules that you’d almost forgotten: always say thank you.

Jinyoung’s grip on your throat tightens and your eyes roll back into your head, so overcome by the wonderful feeling.

Johnny moves around your body to get a better shot, capturing the way your tits are bouncing and Jinyoung’s hand around your throat. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, betraying his concentration, and his eyes are fixed on his phone screen even though you’re right there in front of him in the act.

The Chicago man kind of likes the way the cam room works, enjoys seeing the other men’s reactions, their praise, even if you can’t.

Lucas99: holy shit

Heychannie: i wanna be called master

Doie: hey! You’re the reason she’s in this whole mess you asshole

Heychannie: what mess? She’s about to be RAILED

Joon has donated $1000

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Bangme has donated $1000

Heychannie: what is this? Leader donation hour?

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Heychannie: to who? Her or them?

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Lucas99 has donated $420

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yutAH has donated $69

yutAH: :)

Jinyoung has laid you out on the bed, and Johnny watches with interest. While many of the other guys have gone nude on camera, Johnny is distinctly aware that Jinyoung has not.

As far as Johnny can tell, Jinyoung is here purely for the domming, for getting you off on camera, as opposed to using you for his own pleasure as some other men have done.

To each their own, Johnny thinks, but he enjoys the way Jinyoung prioritizes you, the same way he does.

“You’re prettiest when you’re choking on cock, kitten,” Jinyoung’s voice makes Johnny raise his eyes from the phone, meeting the gaze of the older, more sadistic dom in the room. “Fuck her face, and don’t be nice about it.”

Johnny chuckles, looking down at you. Jinyoung’s positioned you so you’re sideways on the bed, with your head near Johnny. You gaze up at him with big eyes, and then you’re moving closer to the edge, letting your head rest off the side.

This is the perfect position for throat fucking, and Johnny can just imagine his cock disappearing into your stretched out neck, he bets he’ll be able to see himself in your throat if he goes deep enough-

“Look how fucking wet you are- Johnny, give me the camera,” Jinyoung instructs next, holding out a hand expectantly as he settles between your legs, using the other to loosen his tie.

Johnny passes the phone over and Jinyoung brings it close to your pantie covered core, showing the cam room the wet spot there.

HeyChannie: fuck. Me.

yutAH: you can say that agin

Doie: holy fuck

yutAH has donated $69

Doie has donated $100

KittyTae: she looks delicious

yutAH: you have a thing for eating pussy huh taeyong?

Doie: he fucking loves it

HeyChannie: i guess you would know

HeyChannie: pussy

Doie: if you make me come over to your room-

HeyChannie: my cock is out asshole, come try me

yutAH: come to the 10th floor Doyoung, Jae and I are watching and eating popcorn

Doie: you are nOT

ValentineJae97: fuck yeah we are

Jinyoung frowns a little at the amount of NCT boys in the cam room, but then ‘TeamWang has donated $100’ pops up and he feels a little better that a few of his friends are watching. As much as it’s nice to prove a point to the NCT guys, Jinyoung likes proving to his own group that he’s your master.

Jaebeom can whip out the toys and cat ears, and Mark can let you ride him while he plays video games, but Jinyoung’s your number one, and he’s going to fight tooth and claw to hold his position as your go to fuck buddy- well, besides Johnny, he guesses, but again, Jinyoung’s not trying to fight Johnny for the spot as main dom.

Something tells him he’d lose, and Jinyoung’s not the type to set himself up for failure.

While holding your phone with one hand, Jinyoung grabs at your panties, tearing them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket.

He must have at least ten pairs of your panties by now, but to be fair, he’s bought you twenty plus- so as far as he’s concerned, these are his now, even if he knows someone else probably gifted them to you.

Jinyoung hears a gurgling sound and looks up to see that Johnny hasn’t bothered to wait for him to start, his cock out and sliding into your mouth.

The view is beautiful; your naked body laid out on the bed, Johnny using your mouth while your legs are spread for Jinyoung to do whatever he wants with you- and he intends to.

The sadistic dom doesn’t even bother to wet his fingers, your core is dripping as it is, he simply slides two digits into you, curling up and searching for your gspot with zero hesitation.

There’s a sound that escapes your mouth and makes Jinyoung look up with a grin, focusing the camera on his fingers, which come out of you glistening in wetness.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks smoothly. “Choking on Johnny while I open you up with my fingers?”

Another whining sound, and Johnny pull his cock from your lips, allowing a; “yes, master, I fucking love it-” to escape you.

“What did I tell you about swearing?” Jinyoung lands a harsh smack to your inner thigh and you whimper before Johnny plunges himself back into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

Jinyoung smiles again, enjoying the way this is turning out.

Without the camera on him, and with you very preoccupied, he doesn’t have to worry about his expressions and putting on a show. He can just be himself, savagely fingering you with digits that have made you cum countless times before.

But Jinyoung’s not content with simply making you cum, not when two other idols have made you squirt on cam. He can hear your pussy squelch with each thrust of his fingers, curling up to your gspot and massaging it, and by the way your hips are moving off the bed, he knows he’ll be making you cum quickly- but he needs both his hands.

“Johnny,” Jinyoung holds out the phone and the other man plucks it out of his grasp, no other direction needed.

At first, Johnny immediately brings the camera down to show off the way his cock is sliding deep into your throat. He’d been right about the way your throat takes him, and he can see the slight bulge every time he pushes into you.

The way you’re laying on the bed makes it impossible for you to move, leaving the pace up to Johnny, and he’s revelling in it.

yutAH: Holy shit

HeyChannie: is that-

yutAH: his cock

yutAH: in her throat

yutAH: yeah

yutAH: um. Wow.

yutAH has donated $500

Doie: we should all thank Johnny for not having his dick on cam yet because the rest of us are going to look like shrimps in comparison

HeyChannie: speak for yourself

Doie: you’re like 5 foot 6 you fucking gremlin

HeyChannie: i will literally come fight you

ValentineJae97: are we sure there’s no way to kick them out of the cam room?

Johnny groans, wanting to laugh at the antics of his friends in the cam room, but also overcome by the way your cheeks are hollowing, suctioning around his shaft. You’ve always been so good at head, and this position- well, Johnny might just have found his new favourite thing.

His eyes shift down to your core, where Jinyoung has brought his thumb to your clit, and Johnny moves the camera up, capturing the scene just as you begin to gush onto the older man’s hand.

Johnny’s made you squirt a number of times himself, but watching it happen- it’s like porn, but with you- and he can’t imagine a prettier sight.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, pulling out of your mouth and wrapping a fist around his cock, allowing your moans and whimpers to be released to the room for the cam to pick up better.

He looks down at you and you lift your head, make up completely ruined, drool and tears staining your cheeks-

“Colour?”

“Green- fuck, daddy-” you collapse back down, head lolling off the side of the bed, eyes shut, legs attempting to close around Jinyoung, but his large body keeps you spread.

Johnny watches Jinyoung’s fingers disappear into your core at a brutal pace, his thumb rubbing your sloppy cunt and using your squirt as a lubricant-

“Messy girl,” Johnny groans, unable to take his eyes off of your core.

“Fuck her face, she squirts harder when you do.”

Jinyoung’s command is an easy one to follow, and you even open your mouth, an obedient little sub for them now.

Johnny slides his cock past your lips, slipping a little too far and making you choke, throat constricting around him- he also sees the way your legs shake, pussy letting out another little spray of wetness that has him groaning and teetering on the edge way before he planned to.

Johnny knows there’s no way in hell Jinyoung is getting naked on cam, but he’ll be fucked if he doesn’t get to try out your sloppy pussy, get to feel your wet, warm walls wrapped around him-

Your hands push at Johnny’s thighs and he pulls out of your mouth, angling the camera down on your face. “Too much-” you whimper, attempting to sit up and push at Jinyoung next.

“Then say yellow,” Jinyoung prompts.

You shake your head, letting it fall down again, and Johnny knows your mouth is out of commission.

“Jinyoung, I’m taking over,” Johnny says, his voice a lot lower than he intended it to be.

Dark eyes meet his own, and for a moment, there’s a challenge of power, then Jinyoung is relenting, pulling his fingers out of you.

Johnny comes around the bed and passes the phone to the other man, who licks his fingers clean before taking it. “Fuck her stupid,” he says quietly enough that only Johnny will hear him as he moves past.

Johnny chuckles. There’s no need for an order like that, he fully intends to fuck you silly.

The man from Chicago grabs your legs first, easily spinning you so you’re laying properly on the bed now- then he remembers you’re all on cam, and as much as he enjoys missionary and seeing your face- others probably want to as well.

He can fuck you in doggy now, and other more romantic positions later- and Jinyoung had told him to be mean, and the meanest position Johnny knows is doggy, because it lets him hit it deep.

With his long cock, he already practically splits you open, and you always make noises like a fucking animal when Johnny’s hitting you from the back.

When the tall man grabs your legs and once again manhandles you, spinning you so your head is now at the foot of the bed, you’re not really sure what he’s doing, and you watch him with big eyes but remain quiet, too fucked from your orgasms to even speak.

Johnny flips you onto your belly, getting behind you, and before you can even raise your hips for him, two large hands are taking hold of you, slipping under you and getting a firm grip of your waist so he can easily lift you until you’re ass up.

Then a hand is pressing on your face, pushing you into the bed.

“Face down,” Jinyoung says, and you let out a whimper, enjoying the way they both are man handling you and showing off their power.

Johnny doesn’t even give you prep, he simply slides into you.

Your pussy is still drenched from Jinyoung making you squirt, which means Johnny is able to fully sheath himself in your core with one thrust.

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, gripping your waist tightly, hips flush against your ass. He stays still for a moment, and the walls of your pussy flutter around him, trying to get used to his size.

Jinyoung’s hand moves a little so he can slip two fingers into your mouth. “Suck on these while he makes you cum, and be a good toy for Johnny.”

You whimper, beginning to suck diligently on Jinyoung's digits while Johnny’s hips start to find a pace.

The tall man’s fingers dig into your skin, and you hope there will be bruises later from it, in fact, you hope that tomorrow you won’t even be able to walk.

Maybe Jinyoung and Johnny will both stick around with you tonight and in the morning you can all have some fun in the jacuzzi in the bathroom - Johnny and you have enjoyed it together when he’s taken you to this hotel before and there’s enough room for three - but your thoughts quickly dissipate as Johnny’s thrusts get even harder.

Whimpers escape your lips even as you suck on Jinyoung’s fingers, and Johnny’s cock is hitting deep spots inside of you that have your toes curling.

“How many more times should we make her cum?” Jinyoung asks, slipping his fingers from your mouth.

A hand immediately grabs at your hair, and Johnny hauls you up so you’re on your knees in front of him, back to his chest as he angles his hips up into you, his lips teasing the shell of your ear. “I don’t know, our little cock slut generally takes anything we decide to give her.”

When Johnny calls you cock slut, there’s a fondness in his tone, even under the harshness of the words, and you can’t help but moan, reaching behind you to grab at his hair and pull his lips to your neck. He allows you to do this, and his tongue tastes your skin, making you shiver as he moves down to your shoulder, where his teeth tease your flesh.

Jinyoung hums, and then he’s moving towards the table that hosts all the toys.

“Excited for more, gorgeous?” Johnny chuckles against your skin. “You're squeezing me so good just watching him pick out a toy, huh?”

You groan, tossing your head back against Johnny’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You trust Jinyoung will choose something fun- well, fun for them anyways, but no matter how grueling scenes with Jinyoung are, you always come out of it pleased.

Two fingers are shoved into your mouth and your eyes open, head lifting up so you can take in your surroundings again. Johnny’s the one with his digits between your lips, and a moment later he removes them, bringing them between your legs to your clit.

Jinyoung, meanwhile, approaches the bed again, holding a sleek, wireless, black wand vibrator in his hand.

“This is for you, kitten,” he holds it out, “and if you take this off your clit, you’ll receive a punishment.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, taking the vibrator from him and turning it on.

“Highest setting,” Jinyoung tells you, voice low.

You nod again, biting your bottom lip as you turn the vibrator higher, the black rubber head moving incredibly fast now.

Johnny’s fingers are on your clit, and your saliva has made it more than easy for him to gently rub you, getting your body ready for the new toy, which you bring down to your core.

Johnny moves his hand, grabbing your waist instead and angling his hips a little differently. He’s going slower now, but his thrusts are rough, each one sending the sound of skin on skin through the otherwise quiet room.

When you press the vibrator to your clit, you can’t help but let out a moan, pushing back against Johnny’s strong chest. He holds you steady, kissing your neck and sucking on the skin there, which sends more pleasure coursing through you.

“Can I cum master?” you ask, giving your best begging face to Jinyoung, whose eyes assess your entire body, settling on the space between your legs.

“Only when Johnny does,” Jinyoung’s command is final, not something to argue with, and your pussy flutters around Johnny’s thick cock at the idea of holding out.

“You’ll cum for me, right, daddy?” You ask, resting your head back against Johnny’s shoulder and pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw. “Please?”

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, fingers digging into your waist, “only because you asked so nicely.”

It’s a lie, of course.

Johnny’s been on the edge for a while, pulling out all the stops to hold himself back from cumming inside of you, but your words make it nearly impossible to continue this charade. Your pussy is his kryptonite, and Johnny is one good dirty talk away from exploding inside of you.

“Cum, cum, cum-” you chant, and Johnny can’t help himself, his lips finding your neck, suckling on your sweet spot. His tongue tastes your skin and he cums hard, rutting into you and groaning lowly, which sets off your own release, muscles snapping with your release after trying to hold your orgasm off for too long.

Your hand reaches back, grabbing at Johnny’s pretty hair and tugging, sending pain coursing through his body, which only makes things better for him.

He thrusts into you roughly, riding you both through intense highs that make you both breathless, gasping in the quiet of the room and clutching at each other desperately.

“Oh my god- Johnny!” you scream, still not removing the vibrator from your clit, and Johnny’s rough thrusts set off a second orgasm inside of you.

You’re not sure when one begins and one ends, only that your body is completely overcome by pleasure, your legs shaking as they hold you up, and Johnny’s grip on your waist keeps you exactly where he wants you.

Your lover from Chicago finally comes to a rest, his hands pulling you back against his chest, his lips continuing to suck love bites on your neck, and the two of you simply breathe in unison, coming down from your highs together.

A hand comes to push at the vibrator on your clit, moving it away, and your eyes open to see Jinyoung, who’s watching you carefully.

“Enough of that,” he tells you, “this is punishment enough for today, but tomorrow you’ll have me to deal with.”

“Bring it on, master,” you smile, feeling hazy as Johnny wraps his arms around you, pressing his warm body to yours as he scatters kisses across your throat.

Jinyoung doesn’t look too impressed with your answer, but he doesn’t challenge you on it, simply watching as Johnny falls to his side, pulling you with him to collapse sideways onto the bed, a giggle leaving your lips.

“Say goodbye to your fans, baby,” Johnny whispers in your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe and making you laugh more, enjoying his warmth and the way he fits perfectly behind you.

“Goodnight everyone,” you grin up at the camera, watching as Jinyoung touches the phone screen and then pockets it.

“Did you two have fun?” he asks.

“Yeth,” you say, unable to help yourself as the baby talk comes out, your words semi slurred due to your intense orgasms.

Jinyoung reaches out and pinches your chin. “Come shower, kitten.”

By shower, you know he means fuck, and you don’t mind the idea of Jinyoung washing you off and giving you some good aftercare while burying his cock in your pussy- in fact, the idea sounds marvellous.

“You won’t go anywhere, right?” you ask, reaching behind yourself for Johnny, who lets out a chuckle.

“Baby, I paid for the room, I’m staying till check out tomorrow at twelve. You’re stuck with me until then.”

You smile, enjoying the way Johnny always sticks around for you- and then you allow Jinyoung to grab your hand and pull you from the bed, leading you towards the bathroom.

You’re not sure what you ever did to be blessed enough to have found not one, not two, but multiple men who are willing to dote on you in this way.

When Jinyoung pulls you into the shower, cradling you close and inspecting the dark marks Johnny had left on your skin, you know you’re where you belong. Not in Jinyoung’s arms, per se, but in this moment, enwrapped in a fleeting glimpse of a love that just might be attainable.

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Detective, guide me?

[Goro Akechi x Reader]

Summary: You’re visiting your cousin who lives in Tokyo and you just happen to meet the Detective Prince, Goro Akechi.

Warnings: NONE

Author’s Note: I feel like we need more of Akechi, am i right? Sure I am. Just a short story, please bear with me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32248585

“Like I said, cousin, I have literally no idea where I am or where I am supposed to be going,“ you huffed as you talked to your beloved cousin on the phone, while also being completely lost in Shibuya. Well, it seemed like such a good idea to visit him while he was here during his probation. Now you were not so sure anymore as you stood completely dumbfounded next to the famous Buchiko statue.

Out of self pity you reached to rub the dog’s paw, listening to your cousin’s attempt to give you the easiest possible directions. Easy, my ass, you thought bitterly.

You eyed the people go on and about their business and you caught yourself spacing out, suddenly the voice that spoke to you on the phone became a white noise.

“You got that? Just make sure you get to Yongen-Jaya. I can pick you up there at the station...“ your cousin hummed, a cat-like noise in the background that made you think the cat was telling him something. Ha, ridiculous. Thank Anime for those thoughts.

You blinked once - then twice. You felt hot and cold at the same time and you glanced around nervously. What was it he just said?

“Uh- yeah! Got’cha! No prob. Be there. Y-Yongen-Chia- was it?” you stuttered.

“What? No, Yongen-Jaya. Good luck, I gotta do something now,” your cousin laughed. “I trust you can do it!”

“W-wait- wait don’t hang up- Wait- Yongen-Jaya- how there?” you called desperately but the call was already disconnected.

Awesome-- you’re doomed. Were you supposed to just call a taxi? Surely that’d be the best course of action-

You had to look very lost and pathetic, because a young man approached you. You weren’t paying him much attention at first, frantically searching on your phone for any help internet could give you.

“I apologise for eavesdropping,“ the man said, forcing you to look up at him. You realised two things: his voice sweet like sugar and his face as handsome as that detective’s you saw on the TV just the other day-- huh, what?

“You were.. eavesdropping..? On me?“ you questioned suspiciously.

“Oh yes, how rude of me, I know. I overheard you’re headed to... Yongen-Jaya?“ he asked, giving you a sweet smile.

“You’re hearing things, sir,“ you remained cautious as you looked up and down his slim figure. You noticed the familiar uniform he was wearing, the attaché case with an A. in a circle. The reddish-brown eye colour that somehow reminded you of red wine.

He laughed softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“My, I understand your concerns, but let me assure you, I approached you with good intentions. I, myself, am headed there. There’s this restaurant I’d like to visit.“ he hummed, still smiling.

Well, you should’t look given horse in the mouth if he was offering to help, right?

“What’s your name, sir?“ you mumbled, at this point just making sure.

This question seemed to take him by surprise as he blinked at you, his shock bringing you just a little satisfaction.

“Goro Akechi, Miss. I am-“

“Oh, so it is you,” you gasped quietly, covering your mouth. “Sure have guts talking to random person on the street. Should I start screaming that I see ‘the Detective Prince’?“ you teased, really just testing his intentions.

“Please don’t. Don’t you need help getting somewhere?” he smiled innocently, which took the wind out of your sails.

You nodded, defeated.

“Let me help you.”

With that, you followed Goro Akechi.

_____________

The train was packed.

You could not believe the amount of people that managed to squeeze in, and it was even more shocking to you that it felt comforting when the detective stood between you and the others, shielding you from the rest of the passengers, as you stood with your back pressed against the train’s window.

Admittedly, it was a little weird having his hands just centimetres away from your head on both the left and the right side of you, but he was steadying himself from falling or being pushed on you. What a gentleman.

In return, you were holding his briefcase.

“I apologise, i didn’t think it’d be quite this crowded at this hour in the evening,“ Akechi mumbled, as if annoyed by the others.

“It’s alright, not your fault,“ you offered him a shy smile.

Akechi smiled back at you, keeping as much distance as he could when he felt someone’s backpack press into his back, forcing him closer to you. He still tried to keep calm.

“You know, you seem more patient on TV,“ you thought out loud.

“I try,“ he mumbled, eyeing you as you let out a quiet giggle. Well, that was cute.

"So, you said you're going to some restaurant?" you asked, fancying the idea of trying to have a small talk with the detective.

"It's famous for curry and coffee," Akechi nodded.

That made you pause a little. You were pretty sure your cousin was saying that exact same thing. Curry and coffee of the best quality. A restaurant located in a back alley with a French-like name. Hmm, name. What was it called again?

"-- anyways, in case you were interested, thats the restaurant's name," you caught the last portion of whatever Akechi was saying.

"Huh?" you blinked up at him, now actually feeling his breath on your skin as the crowd made him close the distance between the two of you almost completely. Centimetres apart, literally.

For reasons unknown, you felt your cheeks heat up. On the other side, it was pretty warm these days and the train was pretty full. Yup.

"Quite the habit of not listening, huh? I wonder if you have in common with whoever you're visiting," Akechi voiced his thoughts with a small snicker, either ignoring or not noticing the blush on your face.

Don't be stupid, he was a detective, he had to notice--

“No, not really. He’s a really good listener, actually,“ you shook your head slightly, gripping Akechi’s case tighter.

Akechi didn’t answer verbally, giving you a small nod instead. At this point his elbows were bent and his forearms also rested against the window. So close. You were pretty you’ve read about scenes like those online.

“Can I know his name and your destination, then? I could just escort you there, seeing how close we’ve gotten over our short ride,” Akechi said, an almost amused look on his face when you choked on your saliva. He meant literally. He meant literally!

“Akira Kurusu. Uhh, I am not sure what the place is called-“

“Akira Kurusu?“ Akechi blinked.

You nodded shyly. Did you say something wrong? Surely not?

“Then, assuming you weren’t listening when I first mentioned the restaurant’s name, are you headed to LeBlanc?“

Your gasp was all he needed to hear and you heard him sigh, mutter a quiet ‘Seriously,’ under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?“ you frowned a little. “Do you know my cousin?“

“Ah yeah, We... have met. A few times, actually. Yes.“ Akechi gritted through his teeth quietly. Well, what a full 180° turn in the atmosphere.

You couldn’t help but giggle. This was quite interesting. You loved to annoy your cousin and seeing Akechi’s partially annoyed expression gave you ideas.

Maybe you found a partner in crime.

_____________

Akechi helped you step out of the train, holding your wrist tenderly as he pulled you aside as the crowd flowed through the station. He held your wrist for a bit, watching the people exit and enter the train.

“Here, your thing,“ you mumbled, pushing the briefcase into his free hand, letting him hold onto your wrist as long as he thought was necessary.

“Hmhm,“ he nodded. He fell quiet after he confirmed your destination and Akira’s name.

“Does it bother you that much?“ you asked.

“Does what bother me?“ he frowned a little.

“That Akira’s my cousin, that you volunteered to take me to LeBlanc,” you shrugged nonchalantly, noticing he still didn’t let go of your wrist.

“You said it, I volunteered - and I am headed there too, either way. And it was just... an unexpected information, don’t make it a big deal,“ he mumbled, looking around. “Let’s get going.“

Holding your wrist, he pulled you along, avoiding people as he followed the path he knew so well.

What a tsundere, you thought. That meant Akira knew this man too, then, right? You’d ask him later. Now, all you could do was drag yourself behind this fast paced detective.

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“(Y/N)- finally- why didn’t you call m---“ Akira paused in whatever he was about to say as was left speechless after he just opened the door to LeBlanc to greet you - and Akechi who was still holding your wrist-- wait, what?

“Cousin!“ you beamed, throwing yourself at Akira who caught you in his arms, holding you close - and you realised it was because he was just kind of glaring at the man who guided you here.

“Hello, Kurusu,“ Akechi faked his famous TV smile. “I apologise for this late intrusion, but I happened to run into (Y/N) here and seeing the lost look in your cousin’s eyes, I couldn’t not-help,“ he explained, oh so sweetly.

Akira rolled his eyes, glancing at you as he held your shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, Akira! I just felt so bad calling or texting you again, it felt so embarrassing! And he happened to be headed the same way!“ you apologised as you wiggled out of Akira’s hold.

“... Sure, alright. Uh. I will make you coffee on the house, tomorrow?“ Akira mumbled to Akechi who beamed in response.

“Splendid, how kind of you, Kurusu.”

“Yeah. Uh, (Y/N)... I will ... just... prepare your dinner, you must be hungry... uh... say thanks to Akechi...?“ Akira mumbled, actually unsure how to talk to the detective when you were present. He turned on his heels, shaking his head as he went inside the restaurant.

You glanced at Akira and then turned to Akechi who crossed arms over his chest.

“Thank you so much for the help. I am sure I’d be still at Shibuya station if it weren’t for you!“ you laughed nervously.

Akechi gave you a small nod.

The silence stretched, but you weren’t sure you wanted to say goodbye to the detective-guide that you met today.

You grasped all of the courage you could as you leant to peck Akechi’s cheek quickly.

“Please, be my guide again, sometime soon, detective,“ you smiled sweetly and then rushed inside the restaurant to bother your cousin.

Akechi stood outside with a dumbfounded expression, eyes wide as he watched you disappear inside LeBlanc. He blinked once, then twice, as a smile spread on his face. His gloved fingertips touched his cheek where your lips touched his skin.

“I’d love that,“ he mumbled, to no one in particular.

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 5

A/N: Hello lovelies! This one will feature a special guest! This is probably a stupid idea and I’ll probably regret it in the morning but oh well.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

It was quiet when you had finished your story, too quiet. You had stared at your hands the whole time you explained everything, a part of you afraid to look at their faces, as if they would look at you different, less human. You left out the details because of limited time, occasionally stopping to discretely wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. Sam had sat next to you through the whole thing with his hand on your back as he rubbed circles. And though Sam had known about your past, he didn’t know about the recent events involving Ares and Thanos. He was heartbroken to hear you had lost everyone and everything you held dear, and wished you didn’t had to suffer through it all on your own. Finally gaining the courage to lift your head, you stared at the expressions of the men around you. Bucky and Zemo were still in shock, their brains trying to process the words that came out of your mouth, while Sam had the expression of sorrow.

“You guys are welcome to ask me questions....if you have any.” You brought up, rubbing your hands together.

“So basically...you’re a Greek god.” Bucky leaned back on your couch, his brows knitted together. “So Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hercules, Medusa, and all those stories, they’re real?”

“Pretty much. Some stories may be a bit distorted and inaccurate, but yes. They were all real. They were my family and friends, they were my people.”

“Wait so how old are you?” Bucky inquired this time, curious to know your age.

“Gods, I’d say around 23,000.”

“Wait, 23,000?” Bucky raised his brows as him and Zemo both looked at you in utter disbelief. They were astonished to say the least and dare say, even eager to hear your stories about the things you have seen in your lifetime.

“How?”

“Time works differently for us.”

“What about your daughter?” You heard Zemo speak for the first time today, making you look at him. “How old is she?”

“About 6 months. I had her after Thanos was defeated.”

“6 months? But how? Who’s her father?”

“Bucky, that was way out of line.” Sam shook his head at him, giving him a glare.

Bucky went pale as he realized what he had said just now, trying to apologize but you shrugged it off with a motion of your hand.

“No it’s fine Sam, he has every right to ask. It’s alright Bucky, I get that you’re only trying to understand everything. You see, there was no father, which explains why she’s 6 months old in the first place. To be honest, after Thanos was defeated, I was in a really bad state, I had lost so many people, I had lost my entire planet and my family. And after Nat being gone I just, I didn’t know what to do anymore. But I remembered, my brother Hephaestus gave me one last favor in his dying breath. The chance to create. So I sculpted her out of clay, in the image of my dear older sister Athena and brought her to life. I was only able to do it once. She was my only chance and she means the whole world to me.”

“So you sculpted her out of clay?”

“Yes.”

“And brought her to life?”

“Yes.”

There was more silence as they tried to take in the fact that you had sculpted a child, your own daughter Athena from clay using your own hands, and bringing her to life afterwards. It was almost beyond comprehension.

“And here I thought Thor was the only mythology one.” Bucky shook his head.

“Well, now that you know the truth, I think it’s time we get ready.” You stood up from the sofa.

“We?” Same eyed you. “What do you mean we?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“The hell you are.” Sam stood up next to you with his arms crossed. “I’m sorry y/n but you are NOT coming with us. It’s dangerous.”

“Sam, when have you known me to back away from danger?”

“......Never, because you’re stubborn and stupid.”

“Quite the contrary actually, stubborn yes, stupid no. You know I can’t let you go there on your own.”

“We’re grown men y/n. I’m pretty sure we can handle ourselves.”

“Need I remind you what happened the last time I was absent? Look Sam, I’m not going to stand by while you guys get hurt and possibly risk your lives. I on the other hand, can handle much worse and have handled much worse, I’m practically bulletproof.”

“Bulletproof or not.” Sam interrupted. “You have a daughter.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’ve already taken the extra precautions Sam.”

“What extra precautions?”

“I put a protective spell not only on her but on my home and land as well. No one is coming in without my permission, they’ll just get fried or blasted away or something like that if they touch the barrier. Trust me, I’m not going to let anything happen to her Sam. And besides, I’m going to hire a babysitter.”

Sam stared at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he contemplated the option. “You’d still follow us even if I were to say no huh.”

“Yup. Or I could do a mind spell. It’s your choice. But you know I’d rather do this the easy way.”

Sam let out a sigh, shaking his head. “Well since you’re not going to budge anytime soon-“

“Great. I’ll go pack my bags.”

“Wait just a minute. Just because you get to tag along doesn’t mean you get to ignore the rules....” Sam trailed off as you hurried up the stairs.

You heard him mutter something along the lines of how you’ll probably end up turning everyone into toads by the end of the day, as you went into your room to pack some of your things. You had thrown on an old band shirt of yours and a pair of jeans, lacing up your docs before grabbing a jacket. You went into Athena’s room and saw that she had just awakened, sitting on her bed and staring at you with confusion as she saw the bag in your hand.

“Hey koukouvágia.” You set the bag down and kneeled down next to her.

“Where are you going mommy?”

“Mommy has some important work to do with Uncle Sam and Bucky.” You held her hands in yours as you gave them a light squeeze.

“Are you going to kick bad guy butts?”

“Something like that.” You chuckled as you brushed her hair from her face.

“When are you coming back?”

You sighed, looking to the floor before looking up at her again. “I don’t know yet sweetie. But I promise I won’t be long. I’ll be back before you know it. I’m going to have Auntie Maze take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Auntie Maze?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yes. I know you two are best friends.”

“Yay!” She giggled before hugging you, her arms wrapped your neck. “Good luck mommy.”

“Thanks sweetie.”

The whole time Sam had stood by Athena’s door, watching you two say goodbye.

“Uncle Sam!” Athena squealed once she saw him, running up to hug his leg.

“Hey kiddo. I promise I’ll take care of your mother and bring her back.”

“I know.” She looked up at him with a big grin before going over to hug you again. “Bye mommy.”

“I’ll see you soon koukouvágia. I love you so much.” You hugged her close to you, pressing your lips at the side of her head before holding her out in front of you. “You remember to behave yourself okay.”

“I will mommy.”

“And gods forbid, if anything happens or if you feel scared, all you have to do is call for me in here.” You pressed your index and middle finger against her temple, implying the telepathic connection you had. “And I will be there in the blink of an eye.”

“I know you will mommy.” She smiled before hugging you again. “You’re always there for me.”

You held back your tears as you kissed her forehead, holding her delicately as if you were afraid you’d come back and she would be gone just like the rest of your family and people. And all that would be left is her room and a memory, a reminder of her existence.

Athena had walked downstairs with you, saying goodbye to everyone as she hugged their legs, trying to put on a brave face which only broke your heart. But you knew she was stronger and smarter than she looked. After your final farewell to your daughter and your cat, you locked up your home. Sam, Bucky, and Zemo followed you as you led them out of your invisible barrier. Before you reached the edge you turned back, seeing your daughter wave at you from the window with Maleficent in her arms. You smiled, praying it wouldn’t be the last time you saw her as you blew her a kiss before stepping out of your barrier as it rippled around you. Once you were all outside the barrier you turned back again, but this time your home was no longer visible and all that could be seen was empty land. It terrified you to see your plot of land this way, but you knew it was still there, just behind your invisible barrier, and you knew your daughter would still be waiting for you.

“If you guys don’t mind.” You announced as you turned to the three men. “I need to stop by a place real quick and pick up Athena’s babysitter.”

“Is that who Auntie Maze is?” Sam asked you.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s go then.” Sam started to head towards his car but you stopped him.

“Ummm she’s not here Sam.” You pursed your lips, scared to tell him where you were actually planning on going.

“Okay, is she in the next town?”

“No. I meant she’s not here, as in this planet this dimension not here.”

“Wait what?” Bucky turned to you as Zemo looked at you with confusion written on his face. Are you implying what they think you were implying?

“I need to go to another dimension.” You explained further, turning around before they would ask any more questions. Closing your eyes, you stretched your arm out and twirled your wrist in a circular motion. The men watched in confusion, wondering what you were doing.

A strong gust of wind suddenly pushed through, and in the center of your focus a small black circular object was forming, growing bigger and bigger until people could walk through it. A violet glow illuminated your features. You opened your eyes back up, your eyes glowing the same color of the mesmerizing violet vortex before you. The portal sparked and flickered to life, crackling like electricity.

“Follow me.” You turned to the men before stepping into the portal and vanishing into it.

“Y/n!” Sam stared at where you were just stood, swallowing the lump in his throat as he was unsure whether he should just follow you.

Bucky straightened up, chills running down his spine as the men stared at the unknown territory in front of them, they didn’t have a clue on what would be waiting for them on the other side.

They stepped back as they saw your head poke out of the black center of the portal, a stern expression sat on your face. “Well you guys coming or not? I haven’t got all day. If you don’t hurry up this portal will close and you don’t want to be caught halfway in it.” You popped back in and the men stared at each other, Zemo was the first to walk in before the others followed.

When they stepped through, day was replaced with night and the portal closed behind them while they found you standing up front.

“About time.” You teased, “I thought I might have to go back and pick up a limb you left behind.”

“Not funny.” Sam glared at you.

As the men looked around at their surroundings they found themselves to be in what looked like to be...Los Angeles?

“This is LA.” Sam gave you a disappointed look.

“No. This is different.” Zemo observed as Sam and Bucky looked at him.

“What do you mean different?” Bucky asked, not sure if Zemo was playing games.

“Well I’m pretty sure that building up ahead does not exist in our Los Angeles.” Zemo pointed to the tall white building that was lit up against the night sky.

You nodded your head at Zemo’s observation before heading towards the building and towards the nightclub entrance that had a lit up sign that said Lux. Bucky, Sam, and Zemo glanced at each other as they saw you cut the long line of people waiting by the entrance.

“What the hell? Is y/n a mob boss now?” Bucky uttered as he saw you whisper something to the security at the door before taking off your jacket slightly, pulling up your shirt sleeve to show him something on your arm. The security nodded his head, allowing you to go in. You turned to Sam, Bucky, and Zemo and waved them over.

“What the hell is going on y/n?” Sam muttered to himself as they followed you in.

The fancy dark interior of the place was lit up with dim lights and crowded with drunk men and scantily clad women dancing to the loud beat of the music. You stuck out from the rest with your Pink Floyd shirt, your jeans, and your corduroy jacket and doc martens as you searched the crowd for a particular someone.

“Y/n what the hell are we doing here? This isn’t exactly your crowd!” Sam leaned over, raising his voice against the music so you could hear him.

“I know!” You replied as your eyes finally found the person you were looking for. You headed towards the lit up bar, cursing under your breath as you weaved through the sweaty grinding bodies and the couples heavily making out in public. You felt your anxiety creep up on you and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. After having to escape your way out of what felt like the hedge maze from The Shining, you finally approached the bar, walking up to the tall dark haired man near the counter wearing an expensive suit. You could smell his strong, almost obnoxious cologne from where you were standing. You straightened up and cleared your throat, eyeing the back of the man’s head.

“Hello Lucifer.”

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