#I have no fucking clue what I was doing when I was rendering this so uhh

[silverlombaxwitch]

this is late but amity in this for the requests! :]

Heheh pretti cotton candy hair goddess indeed

#I have no fucking clue what I was doing when I was rendering this so uhh #Yeetos #The owl house #toh #amity blight #art reqs #my art #fanart #silverlombaxwitch

[transurgender]

good morning (NOT morning) im giving you this with no context, goodnight (it IS night :])

#benjiart #benjiart: ocs #its been like months since ive posted art on here. but look at my stupid little freaks boy #i got. inspired by the fact It Is Now October. and made some witch ocs. and theyve already taken over my brain in the span of 2 days. #i'll post their renders/ refs (for now) tomorrow. all u need to know abt them is they are so fucking stupid #and are constanly at eachothers necks. in both a violence and gay way. #i only have a name for one rn (nolan; who is one being pined over in this pic; not the guy who has Discovered Bisexuality) #the other one. uhm. no fucking clue #rodney . maybe. idk. #someone give me good oc names im blanking on this little freak . #oh i need a tag for this universe since its different from TBO. uh #ocposting #ocs #nolanposting #otherdudeposting #< someone remind me to come back and change that when he has an actual name #ocposting: IDIOT WITCHES #< yeah that'll work. fuck it. thats the name of the spotifty playlist i made for them en e ways #yes they already have a playlist. what do you want from me. #miloposting #< finally got a name for him. 👍 #i have never had such difficulty naming an oc before. holy shit

[lusalemaart]

🥛🍔

#really getting fucking tired of tumblr not compressing my file itself. like it ruins the quality but it wont #automatically resize my massive fucking files!? gotta do it myself?? ugh. the lack of usability across all social media platforms is just #getting so hard to stomach anymore. nothing is functional. people get their accounts removed for no logical reason. im exhausted. #and yet i still want all my shit in a collective place -_- #ugh.do you ever look at something and are like. holy shit i painted this.damn. unfortunately it doesnt happen very often but when it does? #almost always my vent boy. why. why is that?why cant i paint anything half decent except this emo boy with a mullet?whatever. also. kinda #random but.not actually random. related actually.idk if this is just me but like. sometimes there are Articles in ur living space that just #exist. like u just accept they exist even tho u have no recollection of attaining them. im talkin clothes specifically rn. like i have this #aqua-green robe with blue trim that ive had as far back as i can recall...except i cant for the life of me remember where it came from! its #almost like it spawned in my closet one day.i just. accept it.like. dont get me wrong. it cozy. its quite physically held up for decades. #i wear it all the damn time. but ive no mortal clue how it got here. ive no memory of receiving it.also ngl i had way too much fun renderin #his beard.like u cant tell bc i apply about a million overlay layers and filters respectively to my finished works. ultimately covering up #hours + hours worth of finely rendered details each drawn individually by hand. deeming my efforts useless in the end bc i cover it up but. #trust me. i took some time with that beard.beard gang beard gang.mullet beard gang.dirty smelly mullet beard man. hello yes my name is #80 y/o who is 32/33 years old. how are you today? im personally doing terrible.good talk. WHAT CAN I SAY i just think the emo grown ass man #with boatloads of physical AND emotional trauma is neat. MY HANDS LOOK LIKE THIS SO HIS DONT HAVE TO *camera pans to a fucked up little set #of discolored claws skin translucent as alll hell. no muscle.atrophied beyond repair. also a bit of dirt is caked under the brittle + ridge #unhealthy nails. cuts and scraped take approx 3 months to heal bc the nerve functioning is That Bad*. #botdbs #fk #on a final note. I drew these about a week ago. I was literally only listening to cheeseburger in paradise the whole time. Then I learned #today that Jimmy Buffett passed away yesterday. broke my heart a little. i was just drinking my coffee from my margaritaville mug too. #Rest in peace legend. I hope heaven has so many cheeseburgers. #so many cheeseburgers in literal paradise. #Makin' the best of every virtue and vice. Worth every damn bit of sacrifice. to get a. cheeseburger in paradise.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Headcanons and Scenarios

Am I back with baby fever? I mean yeah but this is less baby fever and more if Husband!Simon in honor of my first ever post that reached 1k likes in 4 days. Also you guys know Ghostie by now right? @connorsui mentioned that she wonders how Ghost and the reader met, guess who's writing about that?

Edit: SHIT, THIS POST HAS BEEN UP FOR SO LONG AND I FORGOT TO ADD CREDIT, I'M SO SORRY. The render above is by @ave661

Taglist: @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @theredurzikdjinn @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb

Also @puff0o0, my most favorite moot has helped me come up with how they met, UGH ILYYY <333

My CoD Masterlist <3

Warnings/Disclaimers: Reader is pregnant, sick!Reader, mentions of vomiting (not detailed), pain of birth and all the other pregnancy warnings out there. (Extreme fluff)

❥ Husband!Simon who had no fucking clue how to react when you first told him you got pregnant, I mean he knew at some point it would happen but not this soon?!

❥ Husband!Simon who in your early stages of pregnancy was the one holding your hair up while you empty the contents of your stomach on the toilet most mornings. He was the one who had a warm hand gently rubbing up and down your back while mumbling light encouragements, careful not to agitate you from the sickening feeling.

❥ Husband!Simon who was gradually getting the hang of things, getting clingier the further into the pregnancy. Once the baby bump comes in, bye bye personal space, Dad!Simon needs to have his hand on the bump no less than 10 times a day.

❥ Husband!Simon who is a sucker for kissing the baby bump, especially your stretch marks. He will be more gentle if you ask him to because your ticklish, but don't expect none of his stuble.

❥ Husband!Simon whose breath hitches when you took his large calloused hand onto your baby bump and felt movement, he had to blink twice up at you and look down again. Only now it was two hands holding the bump, waiting for more kicks.

❥ Husband!Simon who lets you do all the shopping with baby stuff because he has no idea what looks cute, every once in a while showing you something he thinks looks good and asks for your approval.

❥ Husband!Simon who looks back up at you in concern as he hears you whimper, as much as he wants more movement and feel the little one kick, you were in pain and uncomfortable. Some soothing words might help..?

You let out a soft whimper as you felt the baby kick again, god did she have her father's strength..

Simon still had his warm and heavy hand on the bump, feeling the little one's movement.

"Pumpkin.. give your momma a rest, she needs some sleep" Simon sleepily mutters. Just like that the movement stops.

"I swear she only ever listens to your voice, it's obvious that she's already a daddy's girl"

❥ Husband!Simon who is more than obsessed with the baby bump, albeit his ear over the bump to hear the baby, big calloused hands always have to be some place on it. You'll just find your husband clinging onto your bump, his head on your chest while his arms are wrapped around the loves of his life.

❥ Husband!Simon who was far more panicked than you were during the birth, he literally cannot even pay attention to the pain of your hand almost breaking his from the gripping because his heart is pounding in his chest while you push out the baby.

❥ Husband!Dad!Simon who was trembling the moment you forced him to open up his arms so he could hold the baby. She's so tiny, her whole body almost fits in just one of his hands. The moment he held her, she stopped wailing, trying so hard to open her little eyes.

❥ Husband!Dad!Simon couldn't help but pull you up into his arms too because you couldn't move up from exhaustion. Your hand on the little one's body that was cradled by her dad, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders while he kissed your sweaty forehead, singing praises to you about how thankful he is that you brought life to your little girl together.

A/n: Hi guys, just to start off. I haven't been in a good space for a while now, I don't think I'm in the right headspace either. Not to say I'm taking a break, fuck no, I'd lose all my relevance if I did and I also think that taking a break from this won't be good for me or you guys because I don't want history to repeat itself.

If you guys don't know yet, I've been on the break in 2020 and didn't officially start writing again till 2023, finally entering a different fandom. I feel like taking a break would result into this whole thing again and I can't go through that all over again. I love writing so much and it hurt when I lost all my relevance on Wattpad.

My personal life outside of Tumblr is weird to explain, see things haven't been good regarding my situation with a friend. Neither do I feel good in school, everything in that place just sucks except for two other closer friends. There's still the dreadful 3 weeks left till Christmas vacation. Not only that but I get anxiety over so many things that may be little to most of you.

A mutual of mine so graciously has given me ideas for the next Ghostie posts, I love them, it's accurate and it's great and all however some part of me makes me feel so insignificant. Like why didn't I think of that? Why am I even writing if I'm just relying on other people's ideas? This is no shade to that mutual, thank you so much, hell I loved everything they told me. It's just always my anxiety and insecurities getting the better of me.

Apologies for the length of this. I'm quite busy and my clumsy fingers accidentally published something again 😭Anyway, more Ghostie content is on it's way :))

#cod x reader #aethelwyne lia writes #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x you #ghost x plus size reader #ghost x female reader #ghost x y/n #dad!ghost #dad!simon

[fyodorloveclub]

DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?

★ pairing: husband!fyodor x reader

★ cw: DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! 18+, MINORS DNI. noncon, drugging, forced breeding, lots of breeding/pregnancy talk, vaginal sex, not enough foreplay, fyodor is evil!!

★ notes: breedtober fic #?? sorry the fics have been coming out so late, thank u for ur patience ily all <3

want more of breedtober?

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone noncon in any way, shape, or form. this is just fiction with no reflection of real life. please refrain from leaving hate comments, and just unfollow/block. or simply scroll away. thank u!

Dizzy – you’re so fucking dizzy. The room is spinning, your vision is dark and fuzzy around the edges, and you have no clue if you’re sitting or standing up currently. Because, worst of all, every part of your body is numb. You can’t move.  

All you can see is the normally gentle, sweet face of your lover that’s now marred with an expression one can only describe as evil.

You want to reach out, ask him what’s wrong, what’s happening, but you can’t. All movement and speech have been rendered impossible, due to the teacup that lay shattered on the ground, bathed in the liquid that made you like this.

It was completely normal, a routine at this point, to sit in the living room with Fyodor in front of the lit fireplace sipping tea out of teacups from his beloved collection of fine china. The tea varied – chamomile, earl gray, mint, oolong, just plain green. And the activities often varied as well. Sometimes teasing and laughing over a card game, sometimes long, difficult discussions about the future with stoic faces, and sometimes just comfortable silence. The night before you had been discussing marriage and children. But it was always just you and Fyodor with cups of tea.

This had been a night like every other, though conversation remained at a minimum. Jasmine tea as the fire roared a little hotter than usual. What differed was how the tea started to make you feel. It was slow enough that you wouldn’t push away the cup or become unable to drink the whole serving, but fast enough that once it came on, you couldn’t stop it – it was too late.

And now you lay limp in Fyodor’s arms as he laid you down on the chaise lounge you had been resting on with your cup of tea – the one had fallen to the ground once your strength had started to fade.

“W-wha-” you manage to get out, your vocal cords and lips fighting against whatever was paralyzing them.

“Shhh,” Fyodor soothes, petting your hair as he hovers over you. “This is for the good of our family, my love.”

Your slack face slightly contorts into a look of confusion as your fuzzy mind tries to make sense of his words, barely noticing the way he tugged down your pants until his fingertips circled around your clit lightly. Somehow you could feel that. You attempted to jerk away from the touch, but your body once again failed you.

“Oh, my love, don’t you remember?” he tuts before spitting on his fingers and prodding at your hole. He had little interest in foreplay right now. “Don’t you understand? How you saying you ‘didn’t want kids anymore’ was completely unacceptable.”

It suddenly starts to click, even in your fucked mind. The way Fyodor’s jaw tightened, and smile faded during your discussion last night when you admitted that you didn’t see kids in your future. You had paid little mind to his disappointed “oh”. But clearly, he hadn’t let go.

One finger pushes past your still tight ring of muscle, making you grunt. “In case you don’t, in case the drug has addled your conscience too much, I shall explain.” Another finger sinks in. “We will be having children. At least three, to be exact. You will be getting pregnant, and hopefully tonight.” His fingers pump in and out of you, faster and faster, scissoring apart to stretch you open. “Even if that means rendering you useless and unable to resist me."

Tugging his own pants down, he spits in the palm of his hand before gripping his half-hard cock, pumping it a few times. “I considered just pulling you ass up for easiest access, but I want you to see me – to watch what happens when you disobey my wishes so severely.”

Since you’re completely dead weight, Fyodor has to manually spread your legs wide in order to slot himself between them, his grip tight underneath your knees. Then his lips are on your as he leans over you, the kiss forceful since you’re unable to reciprocate – not that you would’ve anyway.

The leaky tip of his cock as he revels in your inability to fight back is proof that he’s enjoying this immensely, the sick bastard. You want to scream out, thrash against him as his length slides into your cunt in protest of how unfair this is, how he can’t just decide to get you pregnant, but you can’t. You’re completely stuck just… taking it. Until his balls are pressed all the way against your ass, the puff of hair at the base of his cock tickling against your clit.

And somehow, you can feel it on the inside. You can feel the sting and burn as he pushes in and stretches you out, but can also feel… the pleasure. Maybe it’s the way your slack jaw falls open further at his first thrust, your body twitching, but Fyodor can tell. The way your body is forcing you to feel good against your wishes.

You grunt pathetically with every single thrust, legs hanging loosely around his waist and tongue lolling out of your mouth with drool pooling out of the corner. Fyodor is going mad with how much he loves this, how quickly he’s getting off from just using you without your permission. His violet eyes shine fiercely and the sick smirk on his face only grows as he fucks you harder and harder.

"Going to look so pretty pregnant, my beautiful doll,” he coos, massaging the soft fat of your tits. “So round and so full of my babies, so swollen you can barely walk, can’t even see your feet. You’ll need your darling husband’s help to even walk down the stairs,” he babbles, clearly just talking to himself.

“Do you like it, pretty? The way I’m just using you? It turns you on, doesn’t it? You and your body are mine, you know. I own you. And I own the right to use you however I please, to make you whatever I please.”

Of course, Fyodor had always been a bit possessive, always liked to call you his, but never to this caliber. Never to the point where you thought he’d do something like this.

His thrusts get faster and faster with every sick and twisted sentence, and though your hearing was fuzzy too, the wet sounds of skin on skin echoed through the room. Too wet to only just be his precum… were you wet? From what he was doing to you?

The orange light from the roaring fireplace illuminated Fyodor’s face in the most terrifying way, highlighting his sharp features, and igniting his eyes and sweat that had begun dripping down the sides of his face.

He leans in close, whispering into your ear. “Are you ready for my seed, doll? Ready for me to cum so deep inside you your womb is forced to take all of it?”

You’re able to shake your head a bit, and Fyodor clicks his tongue.

“You’re ready because I say so.”

You can’t feel it, but by the way his eyes roll back and his hips stutter, cock throbbing inside you, you can tell he’s cumming. Filling you up with the seed he promised to get you pregnant with.

After pulling out, he kisses you deeply.

“Before we go again, I will fetch you some more tea, my love. It seems you’ve regained some ability to move, and I can’t have that.”

#fyodor smut #fyodor x reader #bsd smut #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd x y/n

[astrophileous]

HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid breeding kink #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x you #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #zara's birthday bash and road to 1k

[gartenofbanny]

Overture is the first official episode for Hazbin Hotel, and after nearly four years of waiting, somehow, this episode is very bad. I'm not going to provide a summary of the episode but instead I'm going to provide what I liked and what I didn't like. So let's get started.

Positives

The animation for this episode is pretty good. While it isn't really as smooth as Helluva's and has some noticeable errors, it's still well animated for the most part.

Adam's part if the song is honestly a fucking bop and thankfully the genre is different from most Helluva songs.

Lute is my favorite character in this episode. She's a cold, stern Exorcist who hates demons. I have no clue why she isn't the leader, but Adam is considering how seriously she takes being an Exorcist and how professional she is for the most part.

This little bit with Niffty having stage fright is pretty funny.

And that's it for the positives now onto the negatives.

Negatives

One of the things I really hate about this episode is that it reveals WAY too much so early on. In this episode, it's revealed that Adam and the other Exorcists like killing Demons essentially doing it for sport, rendering Charlie's redemption useless, Exorcists are able to fucking die, and Adam has moved his schedule from another year to 6 months for the next Cleanse.

I honestly expected the first episode to show Charlie trying to redeem demons, a twist like that would've worked if it was like halfway through the season.

This episode, for some reason, has two plotlines when it would've been better if it just stuck with Charlie meeting the Exorcist one. We spent some minutes of this episode with Vaggie trying to make a TV commercial for the Hotel, however we never get to see the commercial itself, so what was the point?

Secondly, why would Vaggie and Charlie ask Alastor to make a television commercial for them? His entire thing is radios. It's like having a powerlifter do a track video. They're both completely different skill sets with their own benefits.

Also, if Alastor really does hate televisions THAT much, then why was he entertained when Katie and Charlie fought in the pilot by watching Televison?

I'm honestly unsure whether or not the pilot for Hazbin Hotel is canon. Adam states that it has been a week since the cleanse, Vaggie states that they recruited Alastor for the hotel last week, and the pilot takes place some time after the Cleanse. While the Helluva Boss pilot isn't canon anymore, it's up in the air whether or not the Hazbin Pilot is.

This fucking cat is still confusing. It literally just appeared in this episode with no explanation of how it was made or came to be or what it even does.

Adam, as a character, is one of the most irritating I've ever seen. He embodies those "If this was written by Vivziepop" memes, his singing voice is top notch, but as a character, he doesn't act any different from the demons he's supposed to kill. So it makes me question what's even the difference between Angels and Demons.

Last but not least, Adam says that there won't be a Demon left alive to kill another Exorcist.

And right off the bat does Adam know that killing every Demon in Hell is literally impossible? As long as humans die, Sinners are going to keep existing. Unless if Heaven decides to make everyone into angels, which is highly unlikely. And Lute says herself that Charlie and her family are exempt from the yearly cleansing, so they're not truly getting rid of every possible threat in Hell.

Overall, I'd give this episode a 5/10. It's a very rough start, especially since Vivziepop and her writers had nearly 4 years to write this out, but it's just very messy.

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel #vivienne medrano #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique

[winxwannabe]

Winx Season 9/Reboot Leaks

Okay here's the tea: earlier today a twitter user by the name of Cataclysm_Power started posting a video they claimed was from the new Winx season/reboot. When pressed for further information, they linked to a telegram chat with what appeared to be assets from Rainbow (17 screenshots/2 videos). After some C-grade internet sleuthing, I am here to give my (worthless and possibly wrong) opinion on which ones I think are real and fake.

A note before we jump in: I'm not posting full images on my blog, because again I do think some of these are real and if the leaker is to be believed, they hacked Rainbow to get them. You can look yourself through the telegram link, or others who've posted them on the Winx Club tag. I also think the leaker themselves is scammy because they've tried charging for Miraculous leaks before. Do NOT give them any money if they ask.

Real: Bloom, Stella, and Icy's asset sheets, Bloom Full Body Pose

A lot of these leaks are 3d modelling assets, and these 3 are the ones I'm totally convinced are real.

The biggest clue of their validity is the bottom banner. All 3 sheets have them, along with the same episode code and notes in Italian. They're all also linked to the same person: Pasqualino Masciulli is Rainbow's 3D modelling supervisor, and has been with the company for at least 9 years. He's done videos on Rainbow's youtube channel as well, using his shortened first name Lino. My main point is that's way too niche for someone to fake just to make some convincing leaks, and it would make sense for the assets to be tied to him.

Likewise, there's a full-body frame post of Bloom with fucking ugliest denim leg warmers credited to a g.riccobono. This is likely Giulio Riccobono, who is listed on Linkedin Italy as a Rainbow employee.

Probably Real: Tecna's asset sheet, Bloom's detailed asset sheet

Both of these are likely real but have weird things about them that make me pause. Bloom's more detailed asset sheet is missing the name, date and episode reference on it, and the notes are in English. Tecna's is missing the bottom banner entirely, and there's some weird cutting around her head that makes it look like someone hastily made a png and stuck it on there.

Unsure: Computer File Tab, MD Concept Photos, Videos

There's a screenshot of a folder with both 2D and 3D assets of all the girls. in the files. I'm not sure if this is from a computer at Rainbow or the hacker's personal folder, so it goes in unsure. I do think most of the assets in it are real - it's low res but the eyes on the 2D sketches are so similar to the ones on Rainbow's newer images of the girls I think they have to be connected.

There are also some full body concept photos for Bloom, Aisha, and Stella. They all look pretty legit (as they're updated version of images we've already seen) but Stella's has other images for 'possible pallets' included. She's the only one with it and the images look like they came from a flash dress-up game, and it gives me pause.

Lastly, the teaser videos of Bloom are probably real based on the outfit, animation and that stupid fucking Bloom shelf being in the background, but I'm placing it in 'unsure' because of the bandicam.com logo burned into the top. If it really came from Rainbow and everything else was downloaded, there was no reason for the hacker to not get the raw file. I think it's real, but I don't know if it came from Rainbow.

Something Ain't Right: Group Shot

What gives me pause in the fully-rendered group shot (even though its shown in the computer file tab) is it shows transformation we haven't seen teased and has a 'Lorem Ipsum' placeholder text. Aisha's hair also looks like it was done with AI - the back of her wings clip through the hair, and parts of it look copy-pasted. I'm stupid, it's the end of her braids. The 'Lorem Ipsum' thing still stands, but I'm re-filing this under 'unsure.'

Probably Fake: Darcy and Damien's asset sheets

I'm showing things from here on out because I'm so convinced it's fake please let me be right. Unlike the other character sheets, the ones for Darcy and 'new character' Damien have no bottom banner, are marked as 'Winx Club Season 9' with an outdated Winx logo, and have notes written completely in English. Darcy's has a bit of 3D modelling, but it's too different from Icy's. Maybe they're super early concepts for Darcy, but Damien...go home, buddy.

You're in the Wrong Place: Rainbow Pants Girl

I'm convinced this girl is from a different show and was saved to the 'Winx Club' folder by accident. Different clothing, hair, and shading. May you end up somewhere better than this reboot, Mystery Girl.

#winx club #winx #winx reboot #winx season 9 #whoever gave Bloom DENIM LEG WARMERS turn your location on I just want to talk #winx 9

[hyuckie-angel]

treasure reaction; college boyfriend

in which they love their partner and their studies (sometimes)

a/n; a lil suggestive in jihoon, yoshi, asahi and doyoung’s parts

최현석 • choi hyunsuk

the making music at 1am boyfriend

the raw talent your partner hyunsuk possesses is no joke

the way music seems to come from his fingertips

magically into the software

renders you speechless sometimes

‘come look at what i made :D’

he’ll never say it but all of his lyric inspiration is you

he’s never failed a project and he knows its because he’s got you there to write about :’)

but anyway

despite adoring his creativity, sometimes he really just has no clue 

like there’s a road in his brain but its one way and the lines are fading

if you get what i mean

it’s really late

the world is silent

you are drifting off into dreams

when out of nowhere you hear a really loud Dm chord blasting through the stereo

‘hyunsukkkkkkkk’

‘yeah? :0′

he’s cute when he’s confused so you forgive him

when he has an early class you sometimes have to get out of bed and force him away from his desk

‘but im almost don-’

‘hyunsuk it is 4am go the fuck to sleep’

sometimes he whips out the guitar at 1am, strumming a few chords and humming along

this you could never say no to

‘i wrote this one for you the other day’

lying there listening to him quietly serenade you fills you with this warm comfortableness 

so you jump out of bed to grab his face 

planting a soft kiss onto his lips

you can feel his grin even with your eyes shut

its safe to say that sleeping doesn’t play a huge part in the relationship, and you could not care any less :)

박지훈 • park jihoon

the ‘if i finish my project will you finish me? ;)’ boyfriend

lord help your soul

jihoon may look like the sweetest, most innocent guy on campus

but oh boy is that incorrect

before you were even dating he was winking at you across the classroom

or running ahead of you to open doors

and despite his wide and elated smile when you finally accepted his advances

he is a fiend

he’s like your own personal devil on your shoulder

‘surely we skip this class’ wink wink wink

you quickly figured out that the best motivation for this man is

well

the intimate kind

the ‘if you finish this project in the next hour ill let you do whatever you want tonight’ kind

he has absolutely no complaints

it was a dream come true when he realised you would reciprocate

besides

both of you would much rather spend a night having fun

than reading coursework and hating life

of course he has his sweet moments

buys you flowers

brings you chocolate when you’re sad

agrees that making a pillow fort is very important rn

cue the next 3 hours of bickering and pillow related injuries

but his tendency to get distracted

makes itself known quite often

of course you use this to your advantage

walking into the room in a tiny little skirt and an almost see through top

you get more attention than you’ve ever dreamed of

and the sex 

you don’t wanna blow up his ego

but it’s just always really, really good

your professor has started to become suspicious

sometimes both of you do fantastic work

but sometimes both your projects look rushed  (¬_¬)

‘we just spent too much time studying for our other class professor i swear’

this boy will be the death of you 

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

the always late to class boyfriend

you love this boy to the grave

but you cannot count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times he has forgotten about his classes

never once has he done it on purpose

the man just gets so distracted by anything and everything

especially you

he is no thoughts head empty only yn

‘holy fucking fuck i have class rn’

you have his schedule written down in your phone

so when you tell him you’re going to the shops and he says he’s coming

you can tell him 

‘no yoshi you have literature in 5 minutes’

cue yoshi olympic sprinting out of the house

the amount of times he comes back from class with a paper that has been graded 

‘98%... late’

its basically his brand atp

you’re no better sometimes though

if you’re making out and in the back of your mind you know he probably has class soon

but you’d much rather be here

with his hands in you hair and your heavy breaths breaking the silence

you just say nothing

yoshi doesn't care if he’s late because you guys were having sex

in fact unsurprisingly

he quite enjoys it

 as do you lmao

‘yoshi you have class’

‘stfu do you wanna have sex or not jesus’

he’s also developed a sixth sense when around his professors

if he passes by one of them on campus

he immediately leaves your side

jumping behind a bush

as you get confronted by his literature professor asking why tf he missed half an hour of class again

‘just tell them i died’ 

‘no??’

he’s never going to change, but as the wisest men say

yolo

김준규 • kim junkyu

the studies until 5am then sleeps through the class boyfriend

if theres one thing about junkyu

its that sleep >>>>> anything else

(aside from you >> ofc)

he also has this unbelievable fear of failing

so to compensate he spends hours and hours studying

into the night

you wake up sometimes and there’s 4 redbull cans scattered across the desk

and a very unconscious junkyu drooling onto his workbook

you take a photo of him

you gently shake him and wake him enough to get himself to bed

you can always tell how hard he’s working to try and pass his classes with the best marks possible

and you admire him for it

but goddamn does he need to stop staying up so late

you remember the infamous night that he stayed up super late cramming

absolutely determined to pass his exam with the highest marks possible

and then proceeded to sleep through all his alarms

you received a very tearful phone call that morning

‘can you wake me up at 6:30?’

‘junkyu its 5am that is 1 and a half hours of sleep’

‘yea??’

he lives and breaths energy drinks

cue his hands shaking to the point where both of you are like

‘maybe we should go to a doctor’  (≖_≖ )

your favourite thing to do together is nap

because he is always sleep deprived

he turns into a cuddly gremlin when you lie down together

you want to get up and use the bathroom

too bad

wait until he wants to let go

its okay though because he’s so cute

sometimes when you’re napping he unconsciously kisses your forehead and cuddles closer to you

and you have to say nothing so you don’t wake him but also die inside from love and affection

although he is clumsy

and somewhat disorganised

he’s your clumsy and disorganised, and you love him more than anything <333333

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

the ‘whats the answer???’ boyfriend

you met jaehyuk in a class the two of you shared

you could tell he was an absent minded guy

he was often staring towards the front of the lecture hall

looking directly through the teacher

and taking in precisely zero information

but because you were sat next to him

and you liked to think you were a decent person

you would give him a tap on the shoulder every time you thought he was missing something important

this seemed quite mundane to you

just a girl helping out a fellow classmate  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the butterflies that birthed in his stomach every time you leant over to help him out

made him feel crazy

so he asked you out

after getting over the initial surprise of this gorgeous man wanting to be your boyfriend

you began to notice all these little habits about him

his confused squint when he’s trying to figure something out

the way he clenches his jaw in understanding

his fiddly hands when he’s losing his attention span

and your personal favourite;

the way he leans over to ask you questions about the class

‘hey what did you get for number 1 coz i got 35 but its not even a maths question?’

he’s also so unintentionally funny

‘babe i lost 17 pens can i borrow one?’

once you snorted in amusement so loudly the teacher said bless you

which made jaehyuk loose his shit laughing

and now whenever you laugh at his expense he says bless you

so you slap him (gently)

he pokes his tongue out 

you pretend to get offended

he laughs and kisses you softly

you forgive him immediately

his attention span in class has definitely improved with you helping him

even the professor has noticed

but

he maaaay or may not be pretending to zone out sometimes

just so you’ll tap him on the shoulder and look at him with your pretty eyes and ask him if he needs anything :’)

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

the quiet sober; crazy drunk boyfriend

when you first met your boyfriend asahi

his quiet and calm temperament had caught your attention

you’d seen him in the library, head down, brown hair falling in his eyes

and you’d realised that you needed this man

he was beautiful

so you went and talked to him

his responses were

well

limited

‘hi’

‘yeah’

‘haha’

but little did you know his heart had swelled and his palms had become clammy at the sight of you

you and your face that he thought was maybe the most gorgeous he’d ever seen

so two months later you were dating

he’d told you he didn’t drink much

he didn’t care for it

but when you were invited to his best friend jaehyuks birthday party, he told you he’d probably indulge a little

“a little” he said

by the time you got into the uber to go to the party, his cheeks were flushed 

by the time you got there, he was smiling wonkily at you like an idiot

about half an hour later and you’d totally lost him

you weren’t worried, it was a safe environment

but you were curious

so out you went to look for him

and there he was on the roof

ON THE ROOF?!?!

his hangover the next morning was his punishment for doing stupid shit you’d told him

now every time you drink

you wait for an incident ™

sometimes he just gets super horny

‘can we leave plzzz babe ;))’

and sometimes he manages things you don’t understand

‘okey we needa go coz that guys wantz to fite me idk why’

but all times, he is hungover for three days and one of his professors thinks he has an alcohol problem 

‘i’m never drinking again’ :(

김도영 • kim doyoung

the hits on you like you’re not dating boyfriend

just like jihoon

doyoung has this innocent exterior, devilish interior 

kinda vibe

he also has absolutely no shame ever

and so has this habit of constantly putting you in awkward situations 

where people think he’s harassing you

but in reality he’s just being a dickhead

‘hey bby girl you wanna come back to my place tonight?’ ;)

before you had told your best friend that you and doyoung were dating

he had come over, slung an arm around your shoulders and gone

‘hey sexy’

you had turned bright red

and your friend had looked so confused you thought she might have an aneurism

doyoung lives in a share house just off campus with three roommates; jaehyuk, jeongwoo and junkyu

the first few times you’d come over, doyoung turned off the weirdness

opting for just following you around

like a lost puppy

but when he realised his roommates didn’t pay you guys any attention

suddenly he’s backing you into walls

grabbing you from behind in the kitchen

staring at your chest almost all the time

and just being a general menace to society 

you have a really lovely and not embarrassing at all memory 

of a beautiful spring day

5:30pm

you and two friends were walking out of class

giggling at everything under the sun

when a voice echoes through the air

a voice belonging to your beloved boyfriend who’s standing 20 feet away from you with a shit eating grin on his face

‘yo yn... is that a mirror in your pocket coz i can see myself in your pants!!!!’ ;)) 

your physics professor was standing right behind him 

you’ve never seen someone go from confident to embarrassed that quickly

but even though he is your personal humiliation creator

you still let him hit

what can you say, he’s dumb but he’s hot lmaooo

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

the ‘i fcking hate this class’ boyfriend

you were the year above haruto

you in your third year of studies, him in his second

you had dreamt your whole life of becoming a marine biologist

dedicating countess hours to study and achieving perfect scores

it wasn’t a secret that you loved all of your classes

now

one evening you were asked by your professor to attend a lecture and maybe help out anyone in need

and that’s when you first saw him

you thought he was cute immediately, his platinum blonde hair framing his face nicely and his glasses sliding down his nose a little

but you weren’t one for pursuing attraction

so you spent the lecture walking around and giving tips to people that asked

until haruto raised his hand as you walked by

secretly happy, you sat down next to him and asked what he needed

it was basically love at first sight for both of you

you spent the rest of the lecture sitting with him

he found you so endearing 

and you thought he was hilarious

all was going so well

until he opened his mouth and went 

‘yeah i fucking hate this class lol’

you awkwardly smiled

‘this is my favourite class’

his grin dropped dramatically

‘ah- ah i’m sorry idk why i said that’

you weren’t offended in the slightest

but his flustered reaction made you giggle

you began dating only weeks later :)

haruto’s favourite thing was to annoy the shit out of you talking about how much he dislikes the classes you love

you could be sitting in the food court

having a loving conversation

and out of nowhere he goes

‘i’m so glad im not in that class rn’

you deadpan stare at him 

if he sees you studying for the class

‘damn i was gonna stay over but not anymore i guess fuck’

so dramatic i stg

despite wanting to punch him in the jaw sometimes

he makes you laugh more than you had in years

and so you can move past the difference in interests for him

박정우 • park jeongwoo

the second-hand embarrassment boyfriend

like

confidently raises his hand and says the total wrong answer

kinda guy

trips over and sprains his ankle in the food court

kinda guy

not that you’d have it any other way

but damn sometimes you have to restrain from cringing visibly

he’s like a walking sit-com

and you are the audience

your personal favourite pass-time is forcing him to listen to his own actions retold from your perspective

as you wheeze with laughter and he sits there like  (－_－) 

he secretly loves it though

if his misfortune is enough to make you happy

he thinks you might be slightly weird

but your happiness is all that matters to him

so he can deal with it

‘im glad me falling on my ass was this amusing to you thanks heaps babe’

one day you were sitting in a class you shared 

it was business and it was boring but it was both of your favourite class because you were in <3 love <3

and jeongwoo had a question

the professor was walking around the classroom so he was waiting

and as they walked over, jeongwoo opened his mouth

and you watched practically in slow motion as he said

‘hey mum i have a question’

your eyes widened

his eyes widened

the professors eyes widened 

doyoungs eyes widened

you held back on laughing until he’d gotten the answer he needed

and then you and doyoung let loose 

‘hey mum’

‘mummy i mean mummy i mean-’

‘excuse me professor birthgiver’

‘OKAY I GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE’

if he ever gets insecure about anything

you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot, and thats all that matters :)

소정환 • so junghwan

the spends all his money on you boyfriend

from the beginning

junghwan had been spoiling you silly 

buying you lunches

hearing you say you liked something and immediately purchasing it

you hadn’t thought anything of it at first

assuming it was just a friendly gesture

but the smirks from all your friends told you a different story

after the two of you began dating, his bank account began suffering

you had told him countless times

he didn’t need to be doing all this

but to him, it was his way of showing you he cared

‘you like this? i buy for u bby girl’

‘junghwan no-’

he also wasn’t afraid of showing people how much he spoiled you

read: ‘one time he walked into your class whilst the teacher was talking and everybody looked at him confused and he walked to you and gave you a block of chocolate and then walked straight back out but blew you a kiss just to make sure you were sufficiently embarrassed’

you adore him for it though

no matter how much he tries to humiliate you

you also aren’t allowed to try and pay him back

if he catches you tryna pay for something

or transferring money

its on sight

‘i am a grown man and i am insulted by this behaviour’

sometimes you run to the food court to buy both of you lunch before he gets there

so that he can’t lecture you on spending money

sometimes you think he’s a bit dumb though

you once broke a pencil you’d been using in your art class

and in response junghwan had bought you 83 more

‘why are there 7 parcels at my door rn’

‘damn that shits crazy i have no idea’

despite this

you know his only intention is to be there for you and help you out

so you always thank him with a huge hug 

and only one or two insults about him being a walking wallet

#treasure #treasure reactions #treasure imagines #treasure headcannons #yg treasure #choi hyunsuk #hyunsuk #park jihoon #jihoon #yoshi #kanemoto yoshinori #junkyu #kim junkyu #yoon jaehyuk #jaehyuk #Asahi #hamada asahi #doyoung #kim doyoung #haruto #watanabe haruto #jeongwoo #park jeongwoo #junghwan #so junghwan #T5 #kpop imagines #kpop headcanons #kpop fanfic #treasure fanfic

[theold-ultraviolence]

hey irma!! for the valentines prompts can i request aemond with you’re driving me crazy and mutual pining? 🖤💋

You Drive Me Crazy • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

summary: There's no way Aemond Targaryen would ever notice you, a waitress from the dingy little diner...or is there? NSFW Warning: Itty bitty glimpse of public sex (?) they're in an empty dinner, no one sees // Song prompt: (You Drive Me) Crazy by Britney Spears // Vday prompts: #6 mutual pining, #12 secret admirers. • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Baby, I'm so into you

“ – AT” Is your only clue. There, in one of the diner tables you were cleaning, someone had left a single red rose, with those initials on a note. 

‘AT’ could stand for a number of names, but you can only associate those initials to bright lilac and silver blonde.

What can I do?

He drives you absolutely mad, bonkers, insane – just – fucking crazy. 

You’d never have imagined a guy such as Aemond Targaryen, one of the snobby art history students, in a dingy place like the little diner across campus, where you work at. As a starving college student you had to make ends meet, but him? 

And yet, he was here almost every night, with a book as his sole companion, always ordering either the soup of the day with some lemonade and tea afterwards, or a cup of coffee with a pastry. 

He drives you crazy because he never says a thing. But regardless of his silence, he just has something that intrigues you – attracts you, so damn much. You exchange glances from across the diner, he lingers for a bit while ordering his meals. When other waitresses go up to serve him he always dismisses them politely, waiting until you come by his table. Then there’s the way he flushes when you take him by surprise and ask about the books he reads. The way you catch him staring at your legs in your uniform dress. 

You feel like you’re losing it. 

Tell me I'm not in the blue, 

That I'm not wasting my feelings on you

February knocks on your door, bringing with it the promise of change. The month of pink and red roses and romance in the air. It thrills you, pushes you to take the risk and leave your phone number on one of his receipts one time. 

All night, you tossed and turned, waiting, wondering if he was gonna call or text. 

But he never did. 

Was he ignoring you because he’s not interested? Are you that low on the social sphere for him? 

You drive me crazy

I just can't sleep

Dreaded Valentine’s day rushes in with zero prospects except for an evening on your feet and the diner jam-packed with annoying couples who couldn’t be bothered to turn down their ruckus or clean up a little bit after themselves. You could barely catch a break, much less look around for a glimpse of him. He must’ve had plans with someone else already. And you swear, regardless of how busy you were, you definitely would’ve spotted his gorgeous head of silver hair. 

There’s no way he had left you that rose, probably someone else had forgotten it. 

You trace the soft petals with yearning, all alone, stalling on cleaning the dining floor because your heart beats too loudly within you, renderring you motionless.

The little chime of the doorbell rings – and you’re ready to send the customer out with a huff until you turn and see him. 

Your breath escapes you.

Everything around you dims except for his luminous pressence.

“I see you got my note.” His voice is a soft contrast to all the leather he wears, his lips curl ever so carefully one might miss it if you’re not looking closely. But you do, you always have. 

You smile, bringing the rose to your chest. “You didn’t get my phone number.” You just had to throw it out there. You had to know. 

“I did. I couldn’t tell you how many times I pulled up my messages, ready to text you, but I never knew what to say. I’ve never been good with words.” 

You bite your lip as you look at him.

Step by step, he approaches you, with his eye intently fixed on yours. 

It’s valentine’s day, after all.

Maybe all that February magic would find you once more, if only you took a little leap of faith. With a rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins, you ask. 

“Then what are you good with?” Your voice comes out way more sultry than you’d intended, and the way his pupil dilates has you clutching at your rose or else your hands would be on him in a second. 

And they are. 

I'm so excited, I'm in too deep

crazy, but it feels alright

They are.

Not just your hands, but your legs, snaking around his waist the moment he sits you on the counter and fits himself all snug against you, grinding on your throbbing core.  

“You drive me crazy,” You whine, grasping at the lapels of his leather jacket, urging him to take it off now, though he’s too busy with one hand unzipping your uniform dress and the other hiking up your skirt.

He’s hungry for you, desperate to feel every inch of your skin that's revealed when the top half of your dress slips down your shoulders. 

“Just as you do to me,” He rasps as he showers you with kisses – his presence all consuming, it leaves you trembling, struggling to unzip his pants. 

You don’t even remember how you managed to do it, or if it had been you who’d done it – all thoughts wipe out of your brain the moment you feel him entering you, splitting you open and embracing you with all his warmth. 

You’re thankful the curtains of the dinner are all rolled down so no one would see you clinging to his shoulders; thankful for his intoxicating scent right underneath his jaw where you muffle your moans. 

He drives you crazy, he still does. He's never stop.

He doesn't stop until every muscle in your body has been left shaking.

Doesn't stop, even after you’re wiping yourselves down when you’re through, kissing each other delicately, as if each kiss carried all the words that had been meant to be said all this time, but could never make it out of your lips.

At night, you lay awake reminiscing about the feeling of him inside, when a beep from your phone startles you. 

 Finally.

All the wait had been worth it, the moment you see his text, shining brightly from your phone screen:

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

A/N: BESTIES thank you SO, SO much for participating in my little ficlet fest!! it means a lot and it fills my heart with joy to see that you coincided with the prompts! I'm sending you all a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and all the valentine's goodies!! hope you enjoyed this!! x

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #reader insert #fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #vday ficlet fest #ewan mitchell #my writing

[merakiui]

Now about that Stuck in a room only getting out by fucking prompt… I saw that tag, tell us more about Fatui Scaramouche PLSSSSS

Can you imagine him trying to fuck you with the intention of killing or incapacitating you!!! T_T sex so good it sends you to Celestia (literally). His stamina is endless, so you’re definitely going to be in for a long day.

I think he’d be offended that anyone or anything could ever confine him in a room. How dare this strange, mystical force manage to be greater and stronger than him! Worst of all, he’s stuck with you. >:( maybe you’re just a subordinate, an unimportant underling overseen by the Lord Harbinger, but since you’re with him he might as well put you to use. Scaramouche demands you find a way out or else he’ll give you a way out (death) if you aren’t fast enough. You hurry to try every idea that crosses your mind, desperate to get out before he loses his patience. If the fear of upsetting a powerful Harbinger doesn’t kill you, then he certainly will.

When it becomes clear that nothing is working and words on the wall finally appear, Scaramouche scoffs. This must be some joke. The only way to get out is to be intimate? Please. There must be another way. You’re inclined to agree. No way are you going to strip yourself bare and vulnerable before the Harbinger who has been so ready to strangle you since you first became locked in this room. But time passes and nothing substantial occurs, save for the unbearable stuffiness of the room. Scaramouche doesn’t seem affected by it, but you are and it’s so difficult to focus when you’re sweating buckets in your clothes. So you start small. You shrug your coat off, maybe your shoes and socks next. Scaramouche rolls his eyes at you; you’re so weak.

It isn’t until you have no choice but to render yourself half-nude that the atmosphere…changes. It’s subtle; you don’t notice Scaramouche’s eyes on you until you turn to look at him and he’s staring right at you. He turns away, scoffing about how you ought to stop ogling and use your brain to think of a way out. You’re too busy trying to keep what little dignity and pride you have left intact. Maybe Scaramouche is going insane, but he’s actually communicating a little more. Sure, most of it’s violent death threats and grumblings, but you can at least share his complaints. This room is the worst; both of you can agree on that.

It takes a while before you’re both staring at the wall again, considering the message. You investigated the entire room twice and there’s no sign of any clues that may help you escape. Your key is printed in bold lettering on a wall. There’s no other choice.

So now comes the arduous undertaking that is broaching such a topic to Lord Scaramouche. You expect him to decline right away, as he’s done so for the past few hours, but surprisingly he grabs your wrist and shoves you onto the bed that both of you have avoided ever since you became trapped.

“I’ll kill you if you touch me.” Though he says that, he’s the one with his hands on you, bloodless fingers curled tightly around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head.

You have no choice but to obey. He’s your superior and you’re just the unfortunate soul who happened to be thrown into this situation with him. Although you don’t miss the way he looks over you as if you’re something worth appreciating.

Scaramouche fucks you as if he intends to break you. He has your face pushed into the mattress so you won’t have to look at him. He’s so adamant about that. Don’t look at him. Don’t touch him. Don’t speak to him. Just let him get this over with. But it’s been three rounds now and he doesn’t seem like he intends to stop. You think you may have heard the click of a door unlocking, but it’s hard to approximate when you’re burying your head in your arms and muffling your cries and moans. You feel like an animal in heat, so tacky and hot and insatiable. Maybe it’s the thrill of doing something so intimate with someone who could end your life that has you begging for more. Or maybe it’s because a part of you genuinely enjoys this rough treatment.

So far, he’s fucked you in positions that won’t let you look at him. So you definitely surprise (and alarm) him when you turn over on your back and embrace him while he’s still buried deep. Scaramouche swears he’ll rip you to pieces, but you don’t miss the way his arms cage you possessively in return. You don’t know this—how could you, after all?—but you’re the first person to ever hug him. He hates that he enjoys this. He hates that he’s on the verge of softening up around you. And all because you had the courage to hug him! He’s a mess, but then you’re more of a mess, bruised and bitten bloody. Scaramouche promises both you and himself that he’ll kill you when this is over. But when it ends and you’re both free, he finds he can’t let you go, nor can he give you a brutal death.

You may have escaped a barren room, but you’ve just found yourself in an even bigger cage. And unfortunately this one is far more perilous than a simple room.

Of course it’s a different story if you happen to be a Harbinger as well. :)

#genshin chit chat #n/sfw #he’s so fine i need him #OOOOO SPEAKING OF TRAPPED IN A ROOM……. #being trapped in shakkei pavilion with a sleeping kabukimono who eventually wakes up and……… #:) a lot of thoughts

[gabessquishytum]

Going back through your blog, I found the best idea that I'm surprised more people aren't talking about and that's the bad Sex Ed Dream, bc it just seems so much like him. No doubt he didn't get a good health education in that big old fancy private school of his before he left for Uni and got himself stuck in a dorm with whatever poor, disadvantaged youth the algorithm decided to throw him.

So Dream continues to stumble through life inexperienced and ill-equipped to handle his burgeoning sexuality. He doesn't know what to do with his slutty little pussy other than let his next boy of the week finger fuck him in the bathroom. Maybe he lets them eat him out if they've been good to him. But he's never been fucked. Not yet. Bc he wants a better man to be the father of his child bc that's how this works right? Couples fuck and a baby just appears? Condoms are only to prevent making a mess and don't even ask about dental dams bc Dream doesn't know.

But Hob does. Hob is around ten years older than Dream, one dissertation away from getting his Ph.D. and teaches a basic 101 course in history. He's not a total perv, but something is fetching about young college kids and their puppy-like exuberance. Dream just happens to be his next target after they meet at the help desk in the library. Dream just can't fucking write this ridiculous paper for his history class and is about to burst into tears when Hob helps him. This little dalliance leads him to ask if he would like a bit more money tutoring him on the side. Privately. In his dorm. Five times over the past week.

Now comes the downsides of fucking with college students. They're dumb. Like really really dumb. Dream is no exception. The weekend after their latest private tutoring session, in which Hob ate him out like a champ but on his insistance didn't fuck him, he finds Dream necking with another first year who also doesn't know what he's doing during a mixer. He's so angry he grabs the skinny little goth boy by the waist and drives them back to his place. Dream would have been scared if he wasn't so horny.

He forces Dream over the arm of the couch and rips his jeans down. Of course, the stupid slut doesn't wear underwear and his troublemaking cunt is on full display. They both find out Dream is a painslut as he begs Hob to forgive him by punishing him. How? By busting that cunt of course! Dream wails and fails, crying as sobbing as he's first spanked stupid and then fucked into with little to no prep. Just Hob's cock spearing into him, splitting him open over the coffee table.

Later on both of them agree this is by far the hottest thing that they've ever done.

But the morning directly after when Hob's semen is dry on his thighs and Dream can taste the previous night's regret on his tongue, they have a talk. Hob will have to take responsibility of course, and there won't be any family money to help them out. Mama Night is very clear about that. Any child of hers who gets pregnant before marriage is no child of hers.

Hob just has to laugh. After all, Dream can't get pregnant with him. An accident when he was a child featuring a flag pole and a too fast sled going down a snowy hill rendered him quite harmless. But he doesn't tell Dream that.

🎸

No sex-ed Dream my beloved 😭😭 I missed him so much 😭😭 and I love everything about this. Keep telling yourself you're not a perv, Hob. We don't believe you.

Of course it wouldn't be unreasonable for Dream to be anxious about a pregnancy scare after having unprotected sex. But Hob quickly notices that Dream is absolutely 100% convinced that he is pregnant. Like the stork already bought the baby. And little by little, Hob starts to pick away at Dream’s slightly odd understanding of how sex works.

Dream seems to think that every time a dick goes in a pussy, a baby is conceived. Doesn't matter if no one cums, and Dream doesn't seem to have any clue about ovulation or anything like that. Hob has to bite his own hand as he realises that Dream is just. Clueless. Innocent. So wonderfully, perfectly stupid.

The good thing is that with Dream under the impression that it's too late and he's already pregnant, he's much more open to having a cock inside him. So Hob finally gets to have Dream bouncing on his dick. He gets to bend his favourite undergrad over every surface in his dorm until the cum is dripping down Dream’s gorgeous thighs. Now he's had a little taste, Dream is definitely addicted and needy for Hob’s cock all the time. Sometimes Hob has to smack his pretty cunt in warning because he's being so greedy and impatient.

A few months pass by with the two of them fucking pretty much exclusively. Hob doesn't take an interest in any of the other cute barely-legals fluttering their eyelashes at him anymore. And Dream is only interested in his baby daddy <3

Hob honestly means to tell Dream that he's not actually pregnant. He does!! But. It's kind of hard when Dream is so convinced. Plus, it's to Hob’s advantage to have Dream believing he's knocked up. He'll say something soon, but... then he finds the pregnancy test?! And it's positive?!

Dream shrugs and he's like "Yes well I thought I should take one just to confirm." He doesn't understand why Hob is so gobsmacked. So Hob has to drag him through an entire detailed presentation on the reproductive system AND the whole story of how he was uhhh robbed of his crown jewels. Dream absolutely refuses to believe any of it for about 24 hours until he phones his sister and gets confirmation (poor Death).

Hob is starting to realise that maybe HE'S the stupid one because he's just spent weeks coming into Dream so many times that they've managed to achieve a miracle pregnancy. He can't get his head around it. Did he manage to knock Dream up? Is he being baby-trapped because Dream sees him as a decent provider for his child? Is the test a false positive? His groans of despair are muffled as he pulls Dream down and buries his mouth and nose in that gorgeous cunt. Dream maybe stupid (and possibly pregnant) but he's still got the prettiest pussy Hob has ever seen, and he's not done with it yet.

#🎸 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw pregnancy #cw age gap #trans dream

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 23

Summary: It’s time for the truth to come out.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Paul didn't know the moment it all went too far until he found his imprint had distanced herself from him.

Despite her initial ultimatum regarding his carefully guarded secret, Y/N remained cordial with him. They'd tell each other about their day, eat their meals in silence and fall asleep in the same bed.

For a while, Paul would find her awake beside him when he'd break free from the nightmare, her worried eyes resting upon him while her lips pressed in a thin line. She didn't say much whenever it happened, simply allowing him to seek comfort in her embrace. She doesn't let him touch her in the day, but she initiated each hug in the night.

It made Paul feel more guilty because he didn't tell her he lost control and shifted nor of what Jacob had informed the pack about. Truth be told, he's trying to find a way to prevent Jacob's plans or to delay them long enough for him to patch things up with Y/N and leave La Push.

Jacob decided otherwise.

"He's coming back", Y/N breathes out, her hand over her heart. Looking at Paul, her lips form a smile - the first real smile Paul had seen in a week. "Jacob's coming home!"

Swallowing thickly, Paul sits down. He can't explain it, not to himself and certainly not to Y/N but his mind has not been his own since the morning he woke to the news of Jacob's return. Something inside him insisted it would bring about dangers Paul cannot defend against and in his heart, he knew it could be the reason for Y/N's demise.

"I know he's not your favorite person, but at least have the decency to pretend you're happy about it", Y/N remarks before leaving the kitchen. Soon after, the front door slammed shut and Paul's focus shifted to Jacob's audacity.

He ignored Paul's explicit request and contacted Y/N without a warning.

"I have to protect them", Jacob sighs. "I know the consequences it may carry for the pack, but the Volturi have left us little say in this."

"You have no fucking clue what the consequences are." Paul pinches the bridge of his nose as he prays his phone won't be rendered on a useless pile of plastic by the end of this conversation. "The nightmares are back and they're more violent and vivid than before."

"And you blame me?" Jacob scoffs. "I'll protect Y/N till my dying breath but don't pretend my coming here will be the reason she dies. You not telling her is putting her in more danger."

"I don't want her to lose sleep over this."

"If we can't stop it, she'll have time to put her affairs in order." Jacob pauses. "To say goodbye. I know her, Paul. She would want to know no matter how it'll make her feel."

"She's my imprint", Paul warns.

"She's my best friend", Jacob reminds him. "And if you don't tell her, I will."

"If you do, I won't be held responsible for the things I do."

"I'm sure Y/N would love that."

Paul knows this isn't sustainable, that the truth must come out but how can he sit her down and tell her he believes she will die? How can he explain that he, the one meant to keep her safe, is no longer certain he can?

Running a hand through his hair, he let out a heavy sigh before grabbing an axe and heading to the shed. Chopping up wood will give his anxiety and frustration a release.

Well, he has to try. Otherwise, he'll drive himself insane until it's time to pick Y/N up from work. It will offer him a chance to talk to her, to pour some water on the fire he started.

Unlike Paul, Y/N wasn't angry. She wanted to breathe fire, to go feral and demand truth. Somehow, she found the composure to handle it with patience. Whatever it is, he'll have to come to her, to trust she can handle whatever he has done that weighs on his conscience so heavily.

When she walked out of work, she was surprised to see Paul leaning against her car. Often, Paul worked longer hours than her, so whether she liked it or not, Y/N had to get comfortable enough to drive herself. She drove her dad's car ever since he retired, enjoying her alone time on the drive back home.

She reluctantly walks towards the car and gets in, trying to mask how upset she is. The last thing she needs after a stressful day at work is more arguing and she didn't know what to say or do to stop it from happening again.

So, once Paul got in the passenger's seat, Y/N remained quiet, her eyes focused up ahead.

"Hi", he breaks the ice.

"Hey", she replies curtly. The awkward silence that follows left them both unsure what to say next. Y/N began to drive, hoping Paul will not push her buttons.

Sighing, he taps his thigh, "So, how was work today?"

"It was fine."

Swallowing thickly, Paul could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry things have been difficult between us lately. I just want to find a way to make it better."

Y/N sighs, "Okay."

"Do you want to grab some dinner? We could go to that Italian place you like."

"No, I don't really feel like it."

Tapping his fingers on his leg, Paul nods. "Well, do you want to listen to some music or something?"

"Not really."

"Alright."

Driving down a busy street in Forks, Y/N can feel the tension in the car, it's palpable. He is trying, but it's not working and how can it when he'll wake up screaming tonight and she will be more frustrated with him than ever?

"Y/N, can you pull over for a minute?"

Frowning, she glances at him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I am asking you to pull over and let me drive", he insists.

"I hardly think it's safe for you to drive when you're clearly upset." Y/N tries.

"Fuck, do you think I'd be stupid enough to drive if I wasn't sure you'd be safe?!"

Y/N pulls the car over to the side of the road.

"Wanna drive so bad? Be my guest!" Y/N huffs.

She switches seats with Paul. He gets behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Paul starts the car, his jaw clenched. The same thing he loves about Y/N often plays with his nerves. The stubbornness she walks through life with is a wall he has to pass head first in every single argument and being so sleep deprived isn't helping his frustrations. Snapping at her isn't what he planned on today, he just wanted one moment for them to breathe and feel normal before he drops the truth bomb.

Parking at the beach, he exhales loudly.

"Why are we at the beach?"

"Because I'm asking you to please take a walk with me." Turning to her, Paul licks his lips. "We don't have to talk or anything. Just take a walk with me by the beach at sunset." He needed to pretend his world isn't going to explode soon. He needed her to understand his plea and listen, to let go of her headstrong ideas and give him an inch, just for one day.

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she swallows thickly. Surely it won't hurt to give him this one short walk? She isn't surrendering, nor is she sacrificing her peace of mind...if anything she's protecting it...by protecting him.

The sun had begun to set, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange as Paul and Y/N strolled along the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air, and the gentle breeze carries the scent of salt and seaweed.

Y/N wishes she could feel the peacefulness the beach usually evokes, but her heart is restless. There are too many unanswered questions lingering between them and had they no impact on Paul's well-being, Y/N would have let them go. But he's tormented and she can't ignore the detrimental effects on his mental health.

As they walk, Paul reaches out and takes Y/N's hand in his. For a moment, she considers pulling away, but as their fingers intertwine, a jolt of electricity runs through her, and she can't help but smile. His presence still awakens butterflies in her stomach, his touch undeniably makes her weak in her knees. It's not their imprint bond, this is Paul and his warmth and his love that reaches into the deepest parts of her soul and turns on the light where darkness claimed sanctuary.

They continue to walk in silence, not making eye contact. Paul is happy enough that she allows him to hold her hand, to just be near her in this moment.

As they reach the end of the beach, Paul stops and turns to face Y/N. He looks into her eyes, drawing a deep breath. In those brown eyes, he sees that passion and desire set aflame as her gaze lingers on him, but he also sees an unquestionable hunger for life and all that it has to offer. Those eyes are warmth, a reflection of all the love and affection that she holds for him. Most of all, her brown eyes are a window into the tenderness of her heart, a place where love and trust were born and nurtured for years before he broke it.

Looking at the damage he caused, Paul can't help but remember how it used to be. When he first saw her, Paul knew that he was home, and that no matter what the world might throw at them, they would face it together, hand in hand, with those kind, beautiful brown eyes always guiding the way.

He must trust her now as she always trusted him. The truth must be revealed and she should hear it from him.

"I don't want to imagine my life without you in it."

Frowning deeply, she furrows her brows. "You don't have to."

"I love you", he begins, his heart beating wildly in his chest while hers swelled with affection at his words. She knows without a doubt that she feels the same way about him. She reaches up and cups his cheek, gazing into his eyes.

"I know I've been angry, but it's only because I love you too and I worry about you. Just be honest with me", she said softly.

Paul leans in, pressing his lips to hers, and her heart skips a beat.

What is so terrifying that Paul's kiss is so gentle now? Usually his kisses are passionately rough, devouring almost, but now his lips seem deathly afraid of applying pressure and their hands are still clasped together instead of resting on the sides of her neck and face, or even her ass. Something is wrong beyond repair and she can't try to help him if he won't tell her what happened.

As they pull away from the kiss, Paul gives Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze, and she knows that he's ready.

Paul had been dreading this moment for years. Ever since he had the vision of Y/N dying, he had tried everything. At first, he had been avoiding her, trying to keep his distance. But the pull of his heart was impossible to ignore and he fell for her deeper than he imagined possible. Staying away wasn't an option. Then they built a life together and he almost forgot about the nightmares. Since they came back he tried to be stoic, but he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. Y/N had the right to know what he had seen, and it had to come from him.

They sat down on the sand, holding hands, enjoying the last sunrays and the sound of the waves' song as they would meet the shore. Y/N allowed him to kiss her lips, and for a moment, Paul forgot all about his terrible secret.

But then he looked into Y/N's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. He took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. It's been weighing on me for a while now, and I can't keep it from you any longer."

Y/N looked at him with concern, sensing the seriousness in his voice. It's about the nightmares, she was sure of it.

"What is it, Paul? I'm here." She encouraged him.

Paul hesitated for a moment before finally finding the courage to speak the words that had been haunting him for weeks.

"Remember when I told you about imprinting? How it feels for a wolf to imprint?"

Nodding, she waits for him to continue.

"I didn't tell you everything", he runs a hand through his hair, looking down at the sand. "The moment we look into our imprint's eyes for the first time, we see a glimpse into the future, and for most wolves, it's a life-changing moment that they cherish forever."

Gulping, she crosses her legs. "But not for you?"

He shakes his head slightly.

"What did you see?" Y/N asks softly, her voice small and he can already detect her concerns are turning to fears.

"I had a vision, Y/N. A vision of you...dying. It was so vivid, so real, and I've been trying to keep it from you ever since because I didn't want to face the reality of what might happen."

Y/N's eyes widen in shock, and she pulls her hand away from Paul's. Her heart is racing and her palms are slick with sweat, but she tries her best to keep her fear hidden from Paul. Her emotions are heightened now, but so are his, perhaps she can mask the way her insides turned with his reveal or the way her bottom lip threatens to quiver.

"How does it happen?" she asks. "When does it happen?"

"I don't know when, but you didn't look older than you do now." Paul sighs. "I find you in the forest", he pauses. "I don't think I should tell you more. It's...graphic."

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, trying to process what he had just told her. She felt a mix of emotions - fear, disbelief, anger - all swirling inside her.

"So, it's violent", she trails off, shifting her gaze to the horizon. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Paul?" she asked, her voice shaking. "We could have used our time so much better. I'd have quit my job, we could have traveled...we could have gotten married and had kids by now!"

Glimpsing a small smile on her face, Paul's heart breaks. Even when he's telling her she is to die and their future is doomed, she thinks of how much she wanted to live whatever little time she had with him, to fully experience what should be decades in such a short time frame.

"I was scared, Y/N. Scared of what it might mean, scared of what might happen to you. But I know now that I can't keep it from you any longer," Paul said, his voice equally shaky.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She looked back at Paul, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know what to say, Paul. I'm scared too," she said.

"I know, Y/N. And I'm sorry."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she places her hand on top of his. "I don't want to leave you."

"I'll do everything I can to make sure you never do," Paul promises. "I'll burn the whole fucking forest if I have to."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. She knew that they had a tough road ahead of them, but her main concern is Paul. If she has to die, she will face death with courage.

However, she can't help but wonder what happens to a wolf when its imprint dies?

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PART 24

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote series #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote imprint #imprinting #twilight fandom #twilight saga #twilight fic

[bucknastysbabe]

sluttily asking for the bondage bingo space with sub!aegon / dom!wife (possibly chubby aegon if u want 👀 )

this boy needs to be tied up and used and i stand by that!

Soft little angy baby gets TIED UP and USED.

Kink Bingo - Bondage

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Chubby!Aegon, Wife!Reader, Bondage/shibari, femdom, pnv!sex, whole lotta teasing, Aegon being a whiny little sub it’s par for the course

She grinned and tightened the pretty silk ribbons on Aegon’s wrists. She wouldn’t tell her husband where she picked up the new trick much to the prince’s annoyance. His wife actually had learned the knots from a whorehouse on the Street of Silk. There had been a woman from Yi Ti eager to show the princess how to render your partner immobile with rope, for a pretty price of course.

The ribbons went up his trembling arms and circled around the soft flesh on Aegon’s abdomen. He remained quiet, emitting a soft noise now and then. His legs were pulled up, exposing everything to the candlelight. She ran a curious hand up the ties, lips curled into a haughty smirk. She asked softly, “Is it too tight sweetling?”

He shook his head no, wide eyes boring into her own. She was pretty sure Aegon was too horny to verbalize anything, tongue twisted and thick. The woman pinched at the chubby roll on his hip, looking puffier when constricted by the silk. He shook his head, whining, “St- stop.”

“Why?”

She moved her probing digits to his soft belly next. Aegon’s pathetic look morphed into a glare. He knew what she was playing at. The prince mumbled, “I’ve gotten stout m’quite aware.” He now averted his violet eyes, full cheeks flushing up nicely.

The woman didn’t move her hand, thoroughly pleased at his reaction. She hummed, “Too much wine,” a hand came down on his ass, “I do like this though.” Aegon yelped at the slap, jerking in the bonds, blushing harder at the feeling of his ass wobbling. He sucked in a breath, somehow fuming and turned on simultaneously.

She breathed against his twitching rear, “Plump little princeling.”

He had no clue what his wife was even planning. It seemed like she just wanted to tie him up and jest at his body. Which down deep, the prince would not mind. She giggled, “Do you think you can roll over?” Aegon frowned, eyeing her angrily. She laughed harder and roughly rolled the blonde over, him protesting in annoyance.

He stared up at her seated between his pale thighs. She stroked the soft flesh and eyed Aegon’s cock, hard against his belly. His wife grinned but her voice was stern, “Do you want me to fuck you or do you want to pout here for an hour?”

Shit.

Aegon shook his head vigorously, loose pale curls bouncing. His hands twitched in their bonds between them. She raised a brow, Aegon begging, “No, no sweetheart I’ll be happy, please?”

“Good answer,” she replied while climbing on top of his hips. Aegon’s purple orbs achingly watched her breasts jiggle while she rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock against her wet slit. The prince threw his head back and moaned, long and pained. She laughed, “There’s my Aegon, always so needy for me.”

“Ah- please,” he begged again.

His wife slid down on his member with a cry, eyes sparkling and teeth glinting. He fought to move but couldn’t, moaning pathetically at the sensation. He would only lie here and take what his wife gave. A whimper slid from Aegon’s lips at the thought. She didn’t waste any time, bracing palms on his supple chest.

He moaned and called her name, unable to decide if he wanted to watch her tits or flexing thighs. The princess bounced eagerly, the lurid sounds of her cunt swallowing him up filling the room. She hissed lowly, “Slutty little prince, doing what I want,” she slammed down with a cry, “When I want.” Aegon’s lips trembled at her words.

She rambled on breathlessly, “All I have to do is ask you’re already showing me your neck and soft belly.” The woman pinched his stomach for effect, leaning forward with a gasp. Aegon whimpered, “Fuck- ffuck, kiss me?” Her lips hovered over his, the blonde eagerly trying to seal their mouths.

His wife kept the smallest distance, giggling while she teased him. Aegon whined in a sad manner, putting on his best kicked puppy eyes. She cooed softly and nipped his full bottom lip before slotting their mouths together, hips never missing a beat.

He whimpered, “I’ll do ah-anything for you!”

One of her hands wrapped into his hair, giving a rough tug. She hummed, “I know, sweet princeling.” Her cunt twitched around Aegon’s cock, sending a shiver wracking down his legs. He gasped and cried her name again. The princess slid a hand between her legs, circling her button.

“Too bad you’re too pathetic to touch me right,” she said.

He shook his head, pussy drunk mind trying to wrap around his wife’s words. Aegon was tied up, he couldn’t touch her right now, right? Digits brutally pinched his cheek, her voice snapping, “Silly thing, I’m only joking. You actually thought I was being serious?” Aegon mewled nonsense in embarrassment, cheeks cherry red. She rolled pretty eyes and went back to chasing her own pleasure, ignoring the prince.

His needy whimpering eventually brought her from the trance. She yanked his hair and groaned, “What, slut?” Aegon could feel himself throbbing, way too close to the edge too soon. He a managed a little ‘close!’, tears welling up while he was thoroughly used.

She made a exaggerated frown, cooing, “I guess I’ll have to speed up then because you’re a fucking needy puppy.” She rode his cock harder, fingers swirling in her slick, other hand curled in Aegon’s sweaty hair. The princess was beginning to lose composure, rambling out insults and throaty moans.

Aegon was holding back as best he could, clenching his jaw at her tightening cunt. She grew tighter and tighter, climbing to that precipice. His wife fell a bit forward with a shrill whine, gasping and writhing while she milked Aegon’s cock. To which the prince promptly came with a high noise of his own— shaking violently as he pumped her full of his seed.

They moaned into eachother’s lax lips, pressed together. She rasped, “That was perfect.” Aegon failed to shimmy away when he felt the woman groping his padded hips, again. His other half chided, “Until I untie you, your body and cock belongs to me.” He nodded obediently, teeth digging into his wet bottom lip. She wasn’t done with him yet it seemed.

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[shinyaharu98]

Unraveled Secrets - Episode 2 (ft. Yeojin)

LOONA ViVi x Male Reader

Word Count: 7469 words

Categories: smut, girl on girl, series

Disclaimer: Here is the second part of the trilogy! This episode happened right after where episode 1 has left off. Also all LOONA members will use stage names in the most part excluding ViVi for familiarity and continuity purposes. Special thanks to @a-casual-kpopfan for proof reading!

Episode 1

They say time is just a perception. If you are doing something you like, it will flow by faster, and vice versa. Waiting is an arduous process, a slow torturing method designed to push your mind and patience to its absolute limits. If things going your way is like a 100 meter dash, then waiting is like a marathon. It’s the pain of going through it.

-7 days till scheduled trip-

“One week.” Kahei murmured.

Your first date in real life. 7 days left. Painful.

Unlike Chuu, who is allegedly booked full until 2054, Kahei had some free time to spare. Usually she would spend her time painting art pieces, hosting V Live from time to time, or just hanging out with other unoccupied members. But now, all she can think of is that day. THAT special first date you two are going to have. Kahei cannot stop herself from overthinking about every single aspect of it. Where should we go? What will we be doing together? And also…what is Yeojin planning anyways? As soon as she thought about that, Yeojin’s words echoed inside Kahei’s brain.

“We’ll have a threesome together unnie! We’ll be fucking all day and all night long! Isn’t it what you asked for?”

Her ears turned red. Her face turned crimson. Her heart was pounding stronger than before. Even her kidneys are pounding, for some reason.

“What is this feeling? Nervousness? It couldn’t be…” Kahei contemplating with herself. “I didn’t even feel like this on my debut stage…what is going on?”

She was completely in her zone, immersed in her own world of thoughts. At this moment, Choerry noticed her unnie was a bit strange today. Kept spacing out, and being oddly quieter than usual. This piqued up Choerry’s interest, so she decided to get to the bottom of this. But to do that, she must rescue Kahei from her own world and bring her back to reality. Choerry asked Kahei if she could join her V Live session, as she needed someone to teach her Cantonese and engage with foreign fans.

For a brief moment, Kahei did forget about her own troubles and had a great time with Choerry. They laughed, they joked around and they conversed with their fans as well. Two hours flew by as they prepared to wrap up their live streaming session.

“안녕!~拜拜!~”

As their V Live came to an end, Choerry began searching for clues like Harry Potter in the Chamber of Secrets.

“Unnie, you looked concerned today, is something wrong?”

This question caught her by surprise, but it’s just the wrong timing. She is not ready to open up about her secrets, let alone revealing her secret date with Yeojin and you. The only rational response she can come up with is to ensure Choerry that everything is under control.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just…”

Words nearly slipped out from her lips, but she consciously stopped herself from revealing everything.

“Just…?” Choerry tried to continue her sentence.

“Sorry about that…Yerim-ah, I can’t tell you right now. It is a secret of mine. But I promise you I am okay, so don’t worry about it ya? When the timing is right, I will tell you everything about it.”

Initially Choerry was going to press for more answers out of curiosity. But then, she saw Kahei’s eyes.

That piercing gaze, shined with determination and power.

This is the eyes of someone who is ready to risk it all to protect something they really cherish. This is the stare of someone who plans to go all in with no regrets.

“Trust me on this one.” Kahei added.

Her eyes rendered Choerry speechless. At that moment, she knew that her unnie was being serious. She knows that this is no joking matter, and she needs to resolve it by herself without disruptions from a third party.

“I see…I understand. Of course I trust you unnie. I’ll be here whenever you are ready to talk about it.” Choerry answered. “After all, you are my beloved Bbi-haengnim after all!”

She gave her a peck on her cheeks. Kahei smiled, relieved that Choerry will be there for her when the time comes.

After that, they split up and Kahei went back to her room and rested.

“What a chaotic way to start the day, my heart is off time…” Kahei talking to herself once again. “I wonder what he’s doing now…is he thinking about me?”

Meanwhile, around 2000 miles away…

“I wonder what she's doing now…is she thinking about me?”

As soon as you thought of that, a familiar tune broke your room’s silence.

“너무나도 멋진 너 아무렇지 않은 척 나 조금씩 너의 옆에…~”

Of course you set Kahei’s debut track as your phone’s notification ringtone, of course you did. You picked up your phone, and it is a notification for a live stream from V Live. You wanted to catch up with the girls, or even better, catch a glimpse of your best friend Kahei. But sadly, the livestream ended a few minutes ago.

“Stupid V Live notifications, always delayed for no reason.” You complained. “Thank goodness HYBE bought your glitchy app. Now how am I supposed to know what she's doing?”

You know that you can’t really just text Kahei willy-nilly because other members or managers can pick up her phone instead.

“How am I going to live through these seven days? Why don’t I just buy tomorrow’s ticket instead…” You regretted the fact that you missed the opportunity to meet her earlier, but all the seats are already unavailable at the moment. You slumped back into your bed trying to get some sleep.

1 hour went by. Not a wink of sleep. Your mind is crowded with endless possibilities for that day. You decided to roam around your apartment.

“I sure am fortunate.” You said, while walking around your place. It is hard to find affordable housing in Hong Kong, but you managed to rent a small apartment unit in the Central District with three of your friends, thanks to your uncle who owned this place. He didn’t give you the apartment for free obviously, but you sure have discounts that make it cheaper than others.

For now all three of your friends have either been on their holidays elsewhere, or just went back to their hometowns, leaving you alone in the premises.

“I guess I’ll just open up my commissions again, might need that extra cash in Korea…” You kept talking to yourself. Being alone for quite some time earned you the habit to talk with yourself. It might sound crazy but it does let you organize your thoughts a bit.

As a freelance artist, your income is based on people requesting for artworks. Sometimes you get wacky requests with a very specific image in their minds, but it's your job after all.

“Bleep.”

Your computer reminded you a new buyer had just ordered a custom art of their choice.

“Well, time to work!” You exclaimed.

And that should keep you busy for the rest of your day.

-6 days till scheduled trip-

“Yesterday was absolutely horrendous.” You thought.

You just finished your artwork and it was ready to be submitted to your client. But a flash of lightning shorted out the fuse of your apartment.

The good news is, your computer and other devices are completely fine.

The bad news is, your progress for the past two hours has been wasted.

That’s why you pulled an all-nighter just to catch up your progress and finally finished at 3:14 a.m. No wonder you woke up at 2pm this afternoon.

“I’m starving.”

Now that you are alone, you don't have the luxury to have meals prepared by your housemates, which means you need to go through all the hassle to cook it yourself.

You learned how to cook by watching Gordon Ramsey on YouTube. But of course, you are not cooking like a chef, you’re not a 5 star Michelin after all. You are just a regular guy who picked up cooking as a hobby, but also can prepare decent meals by yourself that are presentable.

Your cooking style and preferences mimics what you saw on Chef Ramsey’s channel, so it’s mostly Western Cuisine.

But today is different. Kahei is on your mind right now. You want to learn to cook something that you know she would like.

“Maybe it's been a while since she had eaten local foods, she’s been in Korea the entire time after all…”

With that in mind, you decided to make potstickers from scratch, since this is what she used to eat during your legendary school days.

-Timeskip-

An hour has passed and your potstickers are finally done.

“Hey, that’s pretty good!” You exclaimed while tasting your work of art. “I probably should bring some to Korea, I bet she would like it!”

Pondering, a familiar tune rang again.

“Dammit V Live, you better not be delayed this time…what do you have for me now?”

You foolishly thought that was a V Live notification, but no. Kahei’s name flashes on the screen, she just sent you a message. But just when you tried to open it, the message immediately rescinded.

Perplexed, you texted back.

“What’s up?”

“Oh…nothing nothing, I…I just misclicked that’s all. Sorry about that.”

Weird.

But stranger things happened.

Her name flashed on your screen once again, but this time…it’s a call.

She would usually ask you if you are free before calling you. Impromptu chatting sessions don't usually occur between you two, which makes you feel even more confused. You eventually picked up the phone, worrying that something serious just happened.

“...Kahei?”

“I just want to tell you…that I’m looking forward to our date. I miss you so so much…”

Well that was unexpectedly daring of her, you thought.

“I miss you too Kahei. I hope that I can see you as soon as possible.”

“Unnggh…me too.”

She sounded…different. Her voice doesn't sound chipper as usual.

“Kahei, are you exercising? You sounded like you were out of breath now, is everything okay?”

“I’m…fine.”

“You should put that on a T-shirt, it’s like your go to catchphrase at this point.” You chuckled. But Kahei doesn't seem to be amused. Her side went silent for a while, and out of nowhere, she asked you a question.

“What…what are you going to do with me when you arrive here?”

That was WAY too bold, you thought. It doesn’t sound like the conserved, shy Kahei you know, but you decide to ignore all the red flags and answer her question anyways.

“I want to go shopping with you, I want to spend time with you, I want to visit your dorm, your vocal room, I want to hang out with you beneath the stars with you…”

And the list goes on. You mentioned everything you wanted to experience with her…but you left out the most important part.

“And also…I want to make love with you.”

Knowing that she doesn’t like profanity, you chose your words carefully.

“...more…” Kahei’s voice sounded sultry, like she was yearning for your attention and wanted you to express your lust and fantasy onto her. One line wasn’t enough, she needed you to be honest with yourself and pour out your heart for her.

“I want to mess you up, I want to fill you up until you become mine and mine only.”

“Mmmh…!” Kahei moaned.

Is she…pleasuring herself? You continued.

“I want to thrust my shaft inside your womb, I want to shoot my semen into your deepest part and let you cum until you can’t walk. I want to pleasure you until you beg me for more, I want to make out with you from sunset to sunrise. I want…”

Before you can finish bombarding your lust onto her, she interrupts you.

“I…can’t…hold it back any longer!” Kahei exclaimed. And then, silence filled your room.

Baffled by what just happened, you tried to reconnect with her.

“Kahei…? What is happening? Are you masturb-”

-Click-

She hung up.

The only thing left with you is your fully erect shaft, clearly aroused by your conversation just now.

“What the hell is going on today? Is the universe falling apart?”

Of course not, you silly bollocks. But you had so many questions. What was happening on the other side of the phone? Was she suddenly in heat and wanted to masturbate, or maybe you just got NTRed?

You calmed yourself down, and tried to think rationally.

“She could be pleasuring herself, or maybe she…no no no no no no no.” You don’t even want to think about anyone else laying their hands on her.

“Balance of probability suggests that she is more likely to be touching herself. Yes, that must be it…”

You almost went through seven stages of grief just to rationalize about what just happened. Your phone interrupted your train of thoughts.

-Three new messages-

Kahei: Sorry about what just happened. Please…just forget everything just now. Here is something to compensate for your troubles.

Kahei: Try to think about me tonight, okay? I hope that picture can help you relieve some tension tonight…if you need to.

Jason: Of course I need to.

What a wild day, with so many questions unanswered. But at this moment, the only thing that captured your attention was that picture she sent you.

What an arousing expression.

A perfect balance between cuteness and seductiveness, this might be the best selca you have ever seen, and the most effective too. Her plump lips with that provocative tongue flick, nobody could have resisted that.

You simply cannot handle it anymore, you picked up your phone and walked straight into your washroom…

-Four hours ago-

Another practically schedule-less day for Kahei. At this point in time, it didn’t really bother her at all. In fact, she kinda enjoyed it. Having free time in your own vocal room just to chillax, develop interests and improve yourself as an artist, which introvert wouldn’t want that?

But then.

“Unnieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~”

A loud voice broke the peaceful silence she was enjoying. There are only a few members that are capable of producing this much noise, but Kahei knew exactly who she was.

“God, Yeojin…” Kahei sighed. “Everyday I wonder where you get your energy from…”

She was not exaggerating at all. Being the loudspeaker of the group, Yeojin does exude big energy vibes.

“I guess I’m just naturally high all the time!”

“So…what’s the occasion? You don’t do THAT if you don’t have something in your mind.” Kahei asked, thinking that she might need some favors to ask.

“Well, since you are free unnie, I want to ask you about something I had in mind for a while…”

Kahei shuddered. Millions of possible scenarios flashed across her eyes.

What is on her mind? Will she bring up that subject? Will she ask questions about Jason? Will she…

“Can you go shopping with me?”

“Huh?”

Kahei still hasn't gotten back her senses yet.

“My clothes are getting stale, I want to add more into my collection.” Yeojin said. “I might need your assistance unnie, you have impeccable fashion taste after all!”

“I…I do?” Kahei was flattered by Yeojin’s unexpected praise. Gowon is usually the fashionista in the group, she does have a futuristic fashion sense after all. But getting that compliment from Yeojin is a huge serotonin boost for Kahei, since Yeojin’s photos on Instagram always garnered a lot of attention and adoration from fans.

“Alright then, I’ll go with you.” Kahei agreed. “Any particular stores in mind?”

Too easy, Yeojin thought. Invisible horns appeared from her head. Looks like everything is going according to her plan, whatever that plan was.

And just like that, their trip to fashion-land takes off.

At first glance, their mini-trip looked innocent enough without arousing suspicion. They hop from store to store picking outfits that caught their eyes. From street to street, Zara to Uniqlo, browsing through the latest fashion trends.

Kahei is not a big shopper, but she still chose some clothes and accessories that would fit well in her gradually expanding collection. Just when she thought their excursion was coming to an end, Yeojin expressed that there is one more shop she was dying to visit.

“Yeojin-ah, my legs are a bit sore…can’t we go some other day?” Kahei tried to negotiate for a break.

“No no no no no unnie,,,this place is very special to me, I really want to show you for a while now. I promise it won’t take long, pleeeease?”

Yeojin’s eyes sparkle with hope, shining brighter than the sun above. Kahei couldn't possibly upset her maknae, so she caved in and headed towards the final station of their mysterious journey.

One taxi trip later, they arrived at their destination. Kahei was still clueless as to where she was. But it is very apparent that Yeojin is very used to this place, as she navigates the area without GPS. Alas, she stopped in front of a red building.

“...Yeojin? Why are we here?”

‘Red Container’, big white letters appeared as its storefront signage. The problem is, beside it are the words ‘Adult Shop’.

“Tada!”

“...” Words failed to come out from Kahei’s mouth. Realization kicks in that from this moment on, everything is going towards a VERY different direction.

Without waiting for her to react, Yeojin dragged her into the shop, and the first thing she saw was an entire aisle dedicated for adult toys of all shapes and sizes.

“What…WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???”

“Language, Vivi unnie!” Yeojin added. “Relax, I’m just here to restock. Gowon unnie broke my vibrator last night, so I had no choice but to splurge on another one of these.”

She picked up a white box with the label ‘Fireman’ on it.

“This is one of the best products that they offer, it’s called fireman because he will come for your rescue, hahahahahahahaha get it?” Yeojin is still in her euphoric mode, completely ignoring Kahei, who is still in shock.

“But unnie, this is not the main attraction yet, the second floor is where the magic happens.”

Yeojin dragged Kahei to the second floor, which just happens to be the store’s outfit and costume section.

“Didn’t we just buy clothes for like, an hour ago? Do we really need more?”

“Unnie, these outfits are not for us, you know.”

Yeojin’s smile disappeared. A serious expression replaced her upbeat mood with an instant.

“I am aware that you are meeting your boyfriend next week, and I am tagging along as well.”

“We’re…not a couple at this moment…” Kahei tried to explain the complicated relationship between the both of you.

“So…you’re admitting you two are just sex friends?”

“No! Not like that! It’s just that we've known each other for such a long time, but I never know if he is interested in me…”

“Oh my God kimchi unnie…You really ARE dense, aren’t you? You really think that he would do all that, but has absolutely zero feelings towards you?”

“I've never been in a relationship before, how am I supposed to know?”

Yeojin sighed.

“Alright then. If you want this to work out, you are going to need some assistance. And luckily for you, I’m here.” Yeojin started planning their attack plans like a military strategist.

“Here’s our goal. I want him to fall head over heels for you when you two lovebirds meet next week, alright? To let that happen, I need your full cooperation, can you do that?”

“I…” Kahei muttered. She is afraid that being honest might just ruin your relationship. But stuck in this status quo is not a viable long-term solution either. She needed to make a choice, no matter how difficult it was.

With a deep breath, she finally made a decision that will change her life completely.

“I will do it.”

And there it is.

“I will do it, Yeojin. You have my full attention and cooperation. No turning back now.”

Yeojin saw flames arise from Kahei’s eyes. The familiar expression that shined with determination like before reappeared.

“Alright! Both feet are in the battlefield now, we’ll be needing some supplies. Let’s start by choosing our battling armor.”

This section of the shop displayed all kinds of clothing, including those specifically designed for cosplay events or role-playing.

“So, do you know what oppa likes?” Yeojin says. “Except for twin tails of course…”

“How did you…”

“Unnie, I heard mostly everything, alright? Don’t worry about it.”

Kahei blushed.

“During our Hi High era, he told me that I looked good in my outfit, he kept on complimenting it. So maybe a miniskirt would be ideal?”

“Hi High era clothes huh, I do look cute in those. Crop tops and miniskirts it is then. Gosh, we should just wear our stage outfits to surprise him. But at the same time, it’s too recognizable in public…”

Both Yeojin and Kahei scanned the section for any costumes that would fit the description. While searching for apparel, Kahei was fascinated about the costumes on display.

“Cat ears? Do people really like these? I guess Hyunjin would buy these I imagine.”

Naturally Aeongie Hyunjin comes to mind. Of course she would buy those.

“Unnie! I think I found something!”

Yeojin found a blue sailor halter top with a small anchor at the center. She also found a miniskirt with the same color to compliment the top. This particular costume is extremely bold, as the wearer’s back, midriff and legs will be on full display when this outfit is equipped.

“I can’t wear something like this! It’s too embarrassing!” Kahei objected.

“Boo boo…fine, I’ll have it then. They do have another similar one too, I think that might suit you unnie.”

Rustling through racks and racks of clothes, Yeojin managed to find another similar outfit. This one is also blue sailor themed, but instead of a top and miniskirt, it is a one-piece dress with the same anchor in the middle.

“I guess I can go with this one.�� Kahei finally settled in.

“Alright, let’s try it out!”

Both girls entered separate changing booths and tried out their newly found outfit.

”Oh…?!” Kahei gasped. That’s not a look you would see everyday.

One-piece dresses usually have the ability to bring out one's slim figure and show off their legs, and this dress is not an outlier either. Although not as revealing as the one Yeojin had, this one had the perfect length just enough to accentuate Kahei’s legs.

She was very pleased that Yeojin picked this outfit for her.

“I’m sure Jason will like this outfit.” Kahei smiled while talking to herself. She envisioned the scene where both of you met at the airport…

*Kahei’s fantasy POV*

“Oppa! You finally came to visit me!”

“Kahei, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You should have planned this earlier, you know?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but I really tried. But at least I’m here right? Aren’t you glad to see me?”

“Of course I am! You have been on my mind lately, you don’t even know how much I missed you these days…”

After a short conversation, both of you went into a cab. You promptly told the driver your desired destination, which is none other than…a love hotel.

Things are about to get steamy.

Kahei imagined you kissing on her luscious lips, your tongues intertwined with each other and creating a string of saliva.

“Oppa, you are too forceful…mmngh~”

Kahei was still daydreaming about the suggestive scene she hoped would happen next week. But the sensation felt real, also something was touching her crotch…

Kahei opened her eyes, and Yeojin appeared in front of her, as her lips were forcefully pressed against hers.

“Hee hee…looks like someone is fantasizing about something dirty~”

“Yeojin!”

When did she slip inside her booth?

“Unnie, I think your first kiss belongs to me now! We have to practice and train together before you do the real deal with oppa, you don’t want him to be disappointed right?”

Yeojin’s hands slid into Kahei’s skirt and started rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion, making her completely immersed into a trance.

“Just imagine these are oppa’s big, strong hands, I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“J…Jason~”

Your name escaped her mouth, as she began to move her hips to match the pacing as well.

“It’s so big and thick…Something weird is happening!”

A patch of wet marks appeared on her panties as Yeojin’s fingers kept sliding in and out of her sacred hole. But it is very obvious that this level of satisfaction is not enough, so Yeojin moved to her back and began to caress her perky breasts as well.

“Eeek!”

“Unnie you really have beautiful tits you know, too bad I’m the one who will be enjoying first~”

Yeojin continued to massage her breasts while pinching her already erect nipples.

“I wish mine were as bouncy and elastic as yours…do you know how many fans fawn over you for that ‘Shake It’ stage? They only gave me that bartender outfit while you get that sexy blue dress, I’m envious…”

“Iwamnnotawareeofthat…” Kahei slurred her speech as she was engulfed by waves of ecstasy while Yeojin displayed no signs of stopping.

“Oh? Unnie can’t handle this kind of pleasure? I never knew that our Bbihaeng-nim would turn into such a slutty unnie~ Is Jason-oppa really that turning you on? Your lewd expression is all over the place!”

Kahei saw her expression reflected by the full-body mirror in front of them,

“...Is this really me?”

Her hair was messy, a ring of tears pooled around her eyes, her tongue was sticking out and she was making an incredibly erotic face while squelching sounds can heard.

“Yeojin…you really need to stop…or else I might be addicted to this~”

“This is just the practice run you know?”

“I‘m…I’m cumming!”

Kahei's body tensed up as orgasmed. Her pupils dilated, electricity ran through her body from top to bottom as she couldn't control her body anymore.

"That...was amazing..."

Kahei plopped down on the floor as fluids gushed out from her ravaged vagina.

Yeojin grinned, admiring her work of art, but then a dirty idea came upon her.

She took Kahei's phone while she was still in cloud nine, and took a picture of her messed up body and elated expression.

"Aaaand...send!"

Kahei finally snapped back and noticed her phone was in Yeojin's hand. She quickly snatched it back and figured out what she was doing.

Jason: [Picture sent]

“Yeojin! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Might as well give oppa some material to work with…right?”

Kahei quickly retracted the message she sent, hoping that you didn’t see it.

[What's up?]

“Thank goodness I was fast enough…What were you thinking Yeojin?” Kahei exclaimed.

[Oh…nothing nothing, I…I just misclicked that’s all. Sorry about that.]

Yeojin barged in.

“Gosh you two love birds need to be honest about yourselves!”

She snatched the phone and proceeded to call your number. And no surprise, you picked up.

“...Kahei?”

Not prepared for this occasion, Kahei didn’t know what to say, but Yeojin had a better idea.

“Tell him you missed him so much, unnie!! Try to express yourself as much as you can.” Yeojin whispered into her ear, instructing her how to give a proper response.

Kahei tried her best to give a heartfelt response, exposing her deepest desire to be with you.

“That’s the spirit!” Yeojin whispered again. “Now to add some zing to your conversation…”

As you are sending back your response, Yeojin restarted her attack on Kahei’s private parts. Startled by this sudden ambush, her response sounded more and more suspicious.

“Unnggh…me too.”

“Unnie, you have to keep it down a notch or else he will surely notice it!”

Your conversation kept on going, but Kahei couldn't really hear what  you were saying at this point, her flames had just been reignited by Yeojin, plus your deep voice turned her on even more.

“What…what are you going to do with me when you arrive here?”

Kahei tried her best to be frank with you but also secretly wanting to hear about your truest thoughts.

As you are listing out all the things you want to experience with her, Yeojin also couldn’t contain herself anymore. Playing Kahei wasn’t enough, she needed to be fulfilled as well. She unpacked the newly bought toy and slowly inserted it into her drenched pussy.

“...more…” Kahei instructed you to tell her even more ways you want to mess her up.

Every single word you said excites her more and more, every scene you described evoked her innermost sexual desires.

"I...I can't..."

Kahei and Yeojin both reached their peak at the same time. They heaved for gasps of breath, while their bodies began to calm down.

"Kahei?...Are you m-"

Perfect timing. Yeojin abruptly ended the call.

"Haah...we can't reveal everything to him yet, there is a time and place for that...As for you unnie, you did a great job today. I like your honest side more."

Yeojin kissed Kahei once more, missing their love fluids together. Slowly but surely, they regained their senses back.

Kahei, on the other hand, is still having you on her mind. She knew you were going to be worried about herself after this bizarre interaction.

"Yeojin, oppa must have felt worried and intrigued. What should I tell him?"

"We'll need something to occupy his mind for the moment. Something bold, something direct, something that would make him go crazy…How about sending him a sexy picture of you?"

“What? I don’t have those kinds of pictures just lying around!”

“You don’t?”

“No!”

“But I do have some, just in case of emergencies.”

“Emergencies?” Kahei sighed. “Never mind, I don’t think I want to know the entire story. But I do have one picture that he might like…I took it during our Summer Package photoshoot, is this okay?”

Yeojin glanced at the photo in question and gave it a satisfying pass.

“This is absolutely perfect, ViVi-unnie. He would be falling on his knees when he receives this picture, so let me help you out.”

And so, Yeojin sent you the photo and gave you permission to use it as your heart desired.

After all the shenanigans, they both went back to their dorms and called it a day, and what a day indeed.

-4 days till scheduled trip-

Nothing particular happened in your household, you are alone in your place after all. But that cannot be said about loonathedorm, where seismic events are indeed unfolding.

Heejin and Hyunjin are dating somewhere in Daegu, Haseul is buying her fifth Gucci bag in LA, OEC are in the studio recording for their next Japanese solo ‘Sick Love’, Yves is riding the Swan Paddle Boat at Han River, Gowon is in a convenience store promoting her own Gowon Meal Set, Chuu is in a forest somewhere planting trees and trying her best to save the world, and Olivia Hye is touching up her arm tattoo in an underground tattoo parlor. You might have noticed that two members in particular are missing.

“The stars aligned and we are alone, Bbi-haengnim~”

“You were in my bed as soon as I woke up! How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to admire your body hehe~”

“Yeojin...Are you drunk?”

“Unnie! Do I really look like a drunkard who drinks at 2 in the afternoon?”

Yeojin did look dazed, but if it wasn't alcohol, what is the cause of this reaction?

“Actually, I woke up this morning and I felt…different. My heart was pounding so fast, knowing that we are all alone.”

“Yeojin…”

“I love you, ViVi-unnie, I really do. You’ve been caring for me since my debut, showering me with love because I am the smallest in the group, I really fell in love with you since then. But…”

There is a certain sadness reflected in Yeojin’s eyes, as she knows that Kahei had already fallen in love with another individual.

But Yeojin is very rational. She knows that in order to love someone, you need to make them happy and respect their choices.

“I know that Jason oppa is THE special someone in your life, I can see it in your eyes. That’s why I will make sure to help you get ready in every single scenario possible.”

Without waiting for a response, Yeojin unleashed a barrage of kisses. At first, Kahei didn't really like it. She is not someone who would willingly give or receive intimacy on a regular basis.

But after yesterday’s events, something changed within her. She became more open to Yeojin's bold attacks, even trying to give back some love too.

“Yeojin-ah, you really act like a spoiled baby you know?” Kahei smiled while taking the lead for the first time ever.

Yeojin was taken aback by her actions.

“Unnie? Mmmh!”

Kahei denied Yeojin’s freedom of speech as she worked her tongue past her lips to dive into her delicate mouth.

“I guess it’s officially no longer kiss later now.”

“Unnie…you’re scaring me now…I should’ve taken the lead!”

“Nope, not today. You had your way last time, now it’s punishment time.”

Those eyes. That gaze. That power. The same determination.

Kahei got on top of Yeojin and looked down into her eyes, the tank top she was wearing highlighted her slim yet muscular arms. She lifted Yeojin’s chin up and gave her first command.

“Stick your tongue out.”

Yeojin was terrified, it’s almost like she completely transformed into another person. But…she felt a tingling sensation spreading through her body, entering into uncharted territory. But her body doesn’t reject it despite the fact that being in a submissive and vulnerable position is new to her. She realized that deep down she wanted to be dominated. Dominated by her beloved unnie.

"Yesh…" Yeojin obeyed.

Kahei locked her hands together and pressed them against the bed in an upright position, denying the possibility of Yeojin escaping.

Without any signs of hesitation, Kahei planted a deep kiss and twisted her tongue inside of Yeojin's mouth. By instinct, she tried to break free but Kahei held on to her position firmly. Tears rolled down Yeojin's cheeks as her consciousness slowly fades away.

Finally Kahei loosened her grip.

"Bwaaah…I…I thought I was going to die there…"

"We're not done yet." Kahei smiled while flicking her tongue. "You taste like banana milk, I might need more of that."

"Wait! Wh…"

Kahei continues to enjoy her second serving of Yeojin. Her tongue didn't stay at one place like before, it followed down to her neck, her collar bone and eventually her chest. Kahei removed her shirt to find out that she wasn't wearing any undergarments beneath.

Although her height was underdeveloped, her chest is entirely a different story.

"I guess all that banana milk went to good use there~" Kahei grinned.

Two years ago Yeojin would probably rank in the bottom three in terms of volume within LOONA members, but now she has grown out of her cutie pie phase. Lately she has become more mature, more adult-like. Her ample breasts really stand out in contrast with her tiny figure, no wonder she is so popular amongst male fans.

"I'm so envious of you, Yeojin. You grew up so well…"

Kahei slowly caressed Yeojin's stiffened clit and licked her nipples, making a circular motion around it.

"Unnie…when did you become so good at this…mmmgh!"

Her pink nipples became hard and erect, drool leaked out from the corner of her mouth as she desperately gasped for air.

"I'm cumming…I'm cummingggggg!" Yeojin squealed as her petite body shuddered in delight.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself there."

As Yeojin's vision began to clear up, she noticed a hint of sadness in Kahei’s eyes.

"Unnie, we…we have to train for 4 more days, I know it is difficult for you to hold back your feelings for this long." Yeojin said while trying to catch her breath. "When you are doing it with me, you are thinking about Jason-oppa isn't it?"

"You noticed?"

"Of course I do! I know what my role is, and we don't have a lot of time to prepare…but I am sure you are ready to meet him."

"Really?"

"We will have to wait until that day to find out…."

Kahei wondered what she was talking about, but Yeojin collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

"Guess I'll find out, I hope Jason can come sooner…"

Oh you will.

-6 hours till scheduled trip-

Time flies.

It's your moment.

This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it.

You simply couldn’t sleep yesterday, as you had waited for this moment all week. For the past few days talks and chats between you and Kahei were not that frequent, as Luminous promos are closing in, but you two still manage to converse a bit.

You checked your tickets over and over again, just to confirm the dates and terminal gates are correct. You still had a bit of time to kill, so you opened up your favOriTe game - SuperStar LOONA and played her solo Everyday I Love You.

Meanwhile...

It’s 9:30 a.m. in Korea. Kahei is not waiting alone, Yeojin is also by her side.

Both of them are anxious about your arrival for different reasons. Kahei is uneasy because she wanted to be reunited with you for such a long time, and this day finally came. Yeojin is nervous because he is going to meet you for the first time without you even knowing it, there are so many things that could go wrong.

“ViVi-unnie, should we go now?”

Kahei knows that there is still time until your arrival. “No rush, Yeojin. He should be departing anytime soon, but the flight from Hong Kong to here is 3 hours long.”

“So…does that mean we have a bit of time for extra preparation?”

“No more training, Yeojin. Gosh, did you forget what happened yesterday?”

“Oh right…”

The training sessions for the past few days were wild. For most of the time, the sessions went smoothly. They played around, experimented with different techniques, toys and positions, all to prepare for this big day. But yesterday, boy oh boy they nearly messed up and got caught by other members.

Kahei and Yeojin are training in their bedroom alone as usual, with Kahei being the dominant one. They failed to notice that on that particular day, Choerry was actually present in another room. The sound of Yeojin moaning and panting caught Choerry’s attention, so she knocked on their doors.

“Yeojin-ah, is everything okay?”

That caught them by surprise, as they hurriedly tidied up their clothes and bed sheets.

“I’m…I’m fine unnie. ViVi-unnie is here with me, we were just…exercising!”

“Hmmmmm…alright then. Don’t overdo yourselves ya?”

Kahei was relieved. “Phew…”

“Alright, no more practice today.” Yeojin says. “I think we have sufficient training already! So tell me unnie, how did you two meet?”

“That… is a long long story. Maybe I will tell you all in the next episode.”

“Episode?”

“Ah…I mean next time, next time. Since we have time, should we just grab something to eat?”

“Let’s go!”

And off they go.

“Game Over~” Kahei’s voice boomed when you inevitably failed Hi High hard mode for the nth time again.

“I should have just stuck to my plan of beating the high score for Everyday I Love You…” you groaned.

Of course you bought her voice pack, of course you do. That is the entire point of this game for you to hear her lovely voice cheering you on when you succeed. But sadly hard mode is just too hard for you to conquer at this point.

You looked at the time and realized you probably should be heading out to HKIA by now. You called a cab and headed towards your destination. 15 minutes later, you arrived at the airport terminal.

-3 hours and 30 minutes till scheduled trip-

“Welcome aboard Hong Kong Airlines.”

The moment that sound appeared, you snapped back to reality, knowing that you will see your dearest friend in a couple of hours. And hopefully after this, you two will be more than friends.

Excitement pumped through your blood vessels as the plane takes off. You experienced the longest 3 hours and 30 minutes of your life, as you couldn’t sleep like other passengers. Your entire mind has been focused on meeting with Kahei and nothing fazes you anymore.

Not the ongoing turbulence, not the one passenger who kept asking the stewardess for snacks, not even the gentleman beside you who snores like a freight train.

Kahei and Yeojin also noticed that the time has come for them to fetch you up at the airport. They quickly get dressed and make sure to present themselves at their best for you. In the cab, Yeojin starts to worry that you might not want her involvement.

“Unnie…what if oppa is mad at you because you unraveled secrets to me? I mean I know I discovered them but he might have other theories. What if he's disappointed? What if…”

“Relax, Yeojin. We knew each other for a long time and I can tell you that he is one of the most considerate and kind people I have ever known.” Kahei reassures. “I am sure he will understand our situation, and we will make it up for him later, won’t we?”

“Oh that’s right! We will have our three-”

Kahei immediately stopped Yeojin for blurting out sensitive information.

“Shhhh! Don’t say it out loud!”

“Hee hee~”

A few moments later, they arrived at the airport. Luckily for them, the electrical board says that your flight will be arriving in about 10 minutes.

“I can’t wait.” Kahei sighed.

“I can’t wait,” You sighed. But then the captain informed all passengers to buckle in as you are approaching the airway for landing.

Alas, you arrived at Seoul, the heart of Korea.

-5 minutes till scheduled trip-

Korean air smells different. For starters, it is way clearer here then your hometown as the quality of air in Hong Kong is considered a serious matter. But now is not the time to admire the air quality, no. You are finally about to meet Kahei for the first time in years.

As you approached the arrival terminal, you kept looking for any signs of Kahei.

“Is she here?” You started talking with yourself. “Perhaps she is stuck in traffic, or maybe she forgot? Where are y…oh? OH?”

A figure appeared through the crowd. And there she is, the moment you’ve been dreaming for. Her luscious dark hair with her slender figure really stands out from others.

Your eyes met, gaze locked onto each other. You ran towards her direction and hugged her.

“Kahei! It’s been so long!”

“I can finally see you in person, you let me wait for so long!”

“I am sorry, I’ll make sure to make it up for you. Hmm?”

You noticed there is one more person peeking out behind Kahei.

“Wait a minute…Yeojin? Why are you here?”

Do you know Yeojin personally? Of course not. But as a LOONA fan, you obviously know who other members are, and seeing another LOONA member present confused you.

“Hello oppa! Im Yeojin here! ViVi-unnie told me a loooot about you!”

“Wh-”

A confused expression appeared on your face, as you couldn't understand what was going on.

Kahei noticed your troubling look.

“Jason, I can explain…”

She went on and told you about how Yeojin found out your secrets and planned to join you two.

“I understand you want this to be between us, but Yeojin has helped me to find courage and strength to be here. Can she join us?”

What kind of man would turn down an opportunity to go out with two LOONA members?

“Alright. I guess us three will be stuck together for a while.” You accepted your fate and followed the two girls.

Yeojin was unusually excited.

“Since you are not familiar with the surroundings, oppa…we decided to plan a little trip just for the three of us!”

“Alright, Yeojin. I will follow your lead then.”

Three of you went into a cab. You presumed that they are bringing you to some local eateries, or maybe visit their dorm. But when you arrived at your destination, you found out that your hypothesis was completely off course.

The sign says ‘Love Hotel’.

“Kahei…why are we here?”

“Oppa…you’ll see.”

I believe you will.

To be continued…

#kpop smut #shinyaharu #loona male reader #male reader #male insert #loona smut #vivi smut #kahei smut #loonasmut #loonatheharem

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Love on the Brain - part 8

Ch8: Worthy

Type: MCU x Criminal Minds crossover series

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word Count: 6700

Summary: The team comes to the rescue; but confrontations are never simple. And neither is the truth. 

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Warnings: series includes criminal behaviour such as stalking or kidnapping; graphic violence, gun violence; (mentions of) death; allusions to dub-con; possible PTSD and flashbacks; sexual innuendos and foul language. Loads of fluff and teasing.

I’m covering my bases here to make sure - probably sounds worse than it is. If you’re interested in specific warnings for individual chapters, let me know.

A/N: divider by @firefly-graphics​; mind the WARNINGS in this one, they apply A LOT  ❗❗❗

"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."

— Emilie Autumn

During your studies and your time as an agent for the Behaviour Analysis Unit, not unlike throughout your whole life, you had learned that genuine interest could come a long way. Hearing people out and actually listening to what they had to say, caring, was the key to finding solutions to many of problems of mankind; mankind just often sucked at looking past their own porch, or the threshold of their own room.

You were aware that simple talking and feigning interest was most definitely not going to get you out of here – no amount of conversation could miraculously convince Bonnie to simply let you go. But so far it seemed to be working as a means of buying yourself time until someone who was in a better condition to get you out of this mess would.

You had no idea how much time you had bought to your team and even less of a clue whether it was and would be enough. Time flew when one was having fun; and it could really drag when you were talking to a psychically disturbed individual, while one of you were in handcuffs. And it wasn’t Bonnie.

Your arms were cramping as they remained in the same position, your fingers feeling as if slowly dying due to the limited circulation. The remnants of the drug circulating your system and rendering the world hazy still were not exactly adding to your comfort.

You almost had the complaint – and request to ease your suffering – on your tongue, feeling like you were doing a relatively good work of establishing trust since Bonnie even fed you a granola bar earlier, but you never got the change to tell her.

One moment, she was sitting opposite to you on a chair, talking about how she knew you were beginning to feel the same about her when you helped her stand up in training, Bills having just wept her feet from under her, the next second there was a beep and she was reaching for the keys of your cuffs.

You’d be thrilled if she hadn’t grabbed her gun too, stepping behind you and releasing only the cuffs tying you to the bed – and not the ones tying your hands together.

Your heart leaped to your throat, head spinning as she yanked you up; and nearly had you trip over your own feet when she released you unexpectedly. Gun raised, she gestured towards your arms.

“Slip your legs through the circle of your arms so they’re cuffed at your front. I know you can,” she ordered.

You followed the instruction, confused, but not keen on making her mad.

The fact alone that her behaviour changed so swiftly screamed danger – more so since it was on the basis of a single beep, a beep which indicated something you couldn’t even hope to gu---

It took your drowsy brain too long – but then the realization slammed into you like a freight train.

The cavalry is here.

The team must have somehow figured out who the unsub was and they were coming to your rescue.

Adrenalin flooded your veins as Bonnie stalked to you, not close enough to be in reach, an angry frown on her face – you finished the task, barely keeping balance as the cuffs dug into your lower wrists when you pulled your hips and left leg through.

Fuck you hated whatever she injected you with – the room was still swimming, your limbs feeling little jello-like despite the cramping in your arms. Yet you nearly cried in relief when the position of your shoulders changed slightly, hands at your front at last.

You didn’t have a full second to enjoy the feeling.

“Don’t move, darling,” Bonnie whispered, circling you slowly, the gun retaining a steady line of fire – aiming straight at you. Her left arm curled around your chest, pressing you to her front.

Her sudden hiss of outrage raised goosebumps in its wake as it tickled your neck.

She nudged you forward, nearly causing you to stumble again, before she spun around, walking you back towards the wall. That was smart. By the wall, she was protected: you from the front, a human shield, and the concrete from the back.

Briefly, she pointed her gun toward the entrances, ready to fire – then it frantically moved to your side, then back to the possible points of entry.

“How did they find us?” she demanded angrily, a note of panic in her voice – one that diminished yours a fraction, even as your pulse pounded in your temples.

She was losing composure – which was both good and bad. Trapped in a metaphorical corner, she was more likely to make a mistake. But it also meant she was likely to go down with her gun literally blazing.

But the team was here. You’d be fine.

This would be over in a minute; all they had to do was to convince Bonnie to surrender. Convince her that unless she did that, you would get hurt. After all, she showed you repeatedly that she didn’t want that, that only the circumstance forced her to do so.

Your breath hitched when a cold barrel of the gun was pressed to the side of your neck with a final decision.

Apparently, now the circumstance was forcing Bonnie to aim at your throat.

That was fine. You were going to be okay, she wouldn’t fire the gun. It was just tactics, she was readying herself to manipulate the team to leave. It was only natural and she would not actually pull the trigger.

Then why was your heart hammering in your chest, your carotid pulsing wildly against the unforgiving metal, panic squeezing your ribcage and making the world blurry and sharp at once? Why did you feel droplets of cold sweat gather at your brow?

Why did you wince when a familiar bulletproof gear with the big yellow letters spelling FBI entered your field of vision? Hotch, Emily, Reid. All from one side.

The other point entrance showed Natasha, her face laser-focused as she aimed straight between Bonnie’s eyes no doubt. And if Nat was here, you had no doubt that Clint was nearby, even if you couldn’t see him.

You took a wavering breath, trying your best to let the knowledge wash over you and settle the ever-rising panic, the frantic thump-thump-thump in your temples.

You’d be okay. You’d be fine-

Another figure entered at Natasha’s side and you felt your heart clench so hard it felt like a knife through your chest, pure horror seizing you.

Whatever Bonnie had injected you with now had to just metabolize into a substance causing hallucinations; it had to. Your mind must have been playing tricks on you.

He was beautiful. In his navy suit of armour, large in frame, sombre expression contrasting with a halo of golden hair for he forgone his helmet. A shield on his arm, gun in his right hand ready; he looked like an angel of vengeance.

His cerulean eyes were fixed on Bonnie, hard and calculating, not once flickering to meet yours. You could think of several reasons for that, but none of them mattered because if he was actually here-- what the fuck was he doing here?

Had he completely lost his mind at last? It was one thing to walk through the lobby of the Avengers Tower, where you, too, had in fact agreed he should not be anyway, but it was a whole new level to walk straight into the line of fire of a gun containing the one thing more likely to kill him than any other.

Hadn’t you had the very gun pointed at your throat, you would yell at him to get the fuck out of here.

You felt Bonnie behind you wince at the sight of Captain America too. Yep, no hallucinations. Gulping, you suddenly prayed that the barrel of the gun stayed on you. Life was funny that way, you supposed.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Reid stepping forward a bit, causing your captor to yank you closer, spinning you both to face him.

“Don’t come any closer!” Bonnie exclaimed, causing Reid to halt in his movement in an instant.

Your eyes met his, sharp and imploring at once. Unlike Steve, he reciprocated your gaze, the brown of his irises seemingly turning a warmer shade for a fleeting moment.

It almost, almost made you smile.

His hold on a gun never wavered as he looked at Bonnie again, voice levelled and rather kind. For a moment, you were brought back to all the times he talked an unsub down thanks to his capacity for compassion larger than life.

“Agent Stiles, my name is Spencer Reid-“

“I know who you are! Get out of here or I’m gonna shoot her!” she snapped back, tightening her grip on you, the gun now digging into your flesh.

Spence didn’t let it faze him; the only change visible was but a minute twitch of the corners of his lips, eyes large and almost innocent.

“I’m sorry, Bonnie, I can’t do that. You’re hurting my friend,” he said gently, making Bonnie sink her fingers into your shoulder. “You need to think about what you’re doing.”

“I am!”

“But are you really? You’re holding a gun to the woman you love and want to protect,” he opposed her patiently, drawing a small noise of despair from her.

“Isn’t that right? She’s so good, deserves so much love, loyalty…. You wanted to show her that Captain Rogers is easily distracted by other women, that she deserves better, didn’t you?” he continued, nodding towards the man in question.

Your frantic heart skipped a startled beat; you understood what Spencer was doing, showing he understood Bonnie, but--- did he really have to mention Steve? When he was right there, and the bullets were in the hands of an unsub in her damn endgame?!

Reid was damn lucky she was still focused on him; mesmerized even by his speech.

“She deserves better… someone like you, right?”

“Yes!” Bonnie cried out behind you, a small creak in her voice. “He’s just—he’s not good enough. Not worthy. He’d break her heart!”

“I would never-“ Steve defended himself, falling silent instantly when in a fraction of a second, you were being spun to face him.

Your stomach somersaulted in fear, panic squeezing you throat as you swallowed the cry clawing up to your mouth.

Oh God, GG, you fucking idiot, shut up, just shut up before you catch a damn bullet-

Hotch shot him a scolding look which Steve completely ignored in favour of finally meeting your eyes – a wordless apology for speaking up written all over his face, his set jaw tight.

He didn’t mean to ruin Reid’s efforts. But he was deeply offended at the mere notion of hurting you, because he couldn’t bear doing so; he never had, not in training, always quick to apologize and now… god, now. Now he unintentionally provoked the woman who had a gun at your neck.

You wanted to tell him you understood why he was outraged and that you believed him, that it was okay; but you were terrified that if you as much as whispered at a volume only his supersoldier ears would catch, Bonnie would notice and snapped.

Everyone was afraid of her snapping, of her violence; for a moment no one moved, no one spoke a word. Hotch’s glare moved onto you and even through the fog of your fear, it dawned to you he was the one to authorise Steve’s presence.

You were going to murder him. Later.

If you survived this.

Silence hung in the air, only interrupted by harsh breaths to your ear, laced by a low whine of frustration and helplessness. Your gaze flickered from Hotch to Steve and then to Reid, whose face remained unchanged, expertly hiding his mute horror that probably matched yours.

His gaze was imploring again; and for the shortest of moments, it seemed he was pleading you instead of Bonnie. And you understood. You knew that Bonnie’s rationality had flied out of the window a while ago, you knew that as well as Spence did, despite having tried to appeal to it earlier.

It was your turn.

“I understand now,” you whispered, catching Reid’s gaze for another fleeting moment, his barely noticeable nod. “I understand now, Bonnie. I told you I would listen. You showed me the truth. He’s not worthy. I mean look at him,” you scoffed, feeling her breath hitch.

You certainly didn’t look. You couldn’t; you knew your voice would break if you saw Steve wounded by the lies that were about to spill from your mouth.

“Look at him. He even let you snatch me right in front of his nose when I came to him, scared. But I understand now. I’m not scared of you anymore. I know you would never hurt me. You only injected me because it was necessary to bring me here and protect me from him.”

You had to close your eyes when your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, inevitably truly, because you had never succeeded in keeping your eyes off of him for long whenever he was in the room.  The moment was enough to take note of how deeply your words cut him.

You wanted to beg him to understand, it had to be obvious to him, for god’s sake, he knew you, unlike Bonnie. Why would he believe anything you said when you were at a goddamn gunpoint?

But you couldn’t afford establishing eye-contact with him, let alone speak to him; instead, you looked at Spencer again, wordlessly asking him to continue. He obeyed.

“Yes. She knows now, we all see she’s precious to you. We don’t want to hurt her either, but you’re giving us no choice but to aim at you two. You have to put the gun down, Bonnie,” Spencer told her, earning her full attention – and a scoff.

“You think I’m stupid? I’m not lowering the gun. I’m an agent! I know these tricks!”

The cold metal of the dug into your flesh still, compressing your carotid and making you feel lightheaded; this was getting nowhere. You were moving nowhere and she was getting more worked up by the second despite Spence trying his best.

“Of course. Look at what you were able to put together, outsmarting us all. No one is questioning you’re smart or capable,” he assured her.

You breathed in as the pressure eased just a fraction, your mind racing.

She was focused on them again; it was your chance. You hated this, but it had crossed your mind before. You needed to free your hands and fight. You needed dislocate your thumb.

You would have done it ages ago, even when you had been still alone with Bonnie, but besides having whatever nasty shit in your system, she had been watching you like a hawk. Now? You had a distraction at least. You had a chance.

Taking a calming breath as your ears rang, your dominant hand inched to hover over the other in your lap, a thumb barely pressing to the base.

To everyone’s credit, their eyes didn’t move to follow the movement as Bonnie spoke up, a silent outrage in her voice.

“They shouldn’t. Especially him. He didn’t even notice me taking pictures, too busy gawking at other women while he had the most precious woman on his arm. Fucking pathetic.”

Sensing an opportunity, you withheld dislocating your thumb. Maybe you could still do this.

“He is,” you agreed quickly, swallowing when you realized it was a little too fast. If you wanted to be convincing, you had to sound more hesitant. She knew you cared about Steve – or that you had before, at least. Easy, girl. “I could never be happy with him after you showed him in true light. I’m going to forget about him now.”

A beat of silence; an ease of her grip, even as the gun stayed in place. You felt Bonnie’s astonished eyes burning through your skull you as she shifted to see at your face better.

“Are you?” she asked lowly, the hope in her voice making for a crack in it. “Are you going to forget him?”

You could never; but you grabbed the chance firmly as it presented, heart in your throat, the single word coming out shakily.

“Yes.”

You heard the click of the gun’s safety before a screechy cry nearly tore your eardrum, loud and menacing enough to rattle your bones.

“DON’T LIE TO ME!”

A tremble ran through your body, heavy shuffle of Steve’s boots drawing your eyes, quickly followed by Hotch’s low warning – to him and to you as raw panic clawed at your throat.

No, no, no- Steven Grant Rogers, don’t you fucking move a single inch, don’t you hog her attention for yourself you selfish selfless jerk-!

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” you blurted out hastily, breathless because holy shit that was a loaded unlocked gun at your throat now and Steve was right there ready to play a moving target and you needed to get you shit together before this turned into a blood bath.  

“I’ll try, then! But I know it will be easy. I-- I’ll be with you and… you’ll show me what true love is about, you’ll make me understand!” Not good enough, not good enough, fuck- “With you, he… he’ll become nothing but a distant pathetic memory.”

You heard her breath hitch, all movement in the room stilling again.

Then, her thumb pressed against your shoulder. She caressed you lightly, causing your eyes to flutter briefly, nausea tickling your stomach at the sudden affectionate gesture.

Okay, okay, this was good, affection was good, even as she used the gun to move strands of hair from the side of your neck; a bizarre lover’s caress, soft lips pressing just above where the hard metal settled back against your throat.

A violent tremble took over your body, tears burning in your eyes when you felt Bonnie’s lips curl up into a smile before they retreated.

“Tell him then,” she prompted you almost kindly, a playful note in her voice. “Look him in the eye and tell him how worthless he really is. Tell him what you did with him was a mistake. Tell him you don’t care about him. Tell him you love me.”

Tell him what you did with him was a mistake. Tell him you don’t care about him.

The words made your head spin. Bonnie was confusing reality now. You made no mistake that had hurt her; you had nothing to apologize for and it wasn’t really your apology she craved. She wanted Lucille’s. But her cheating ex wasn’t here.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, licking your lips as you gathered courage to speak the words. You had walked into this; you needed to finish it.

Chances were that she was going to lower her gun for even a second; and the moment she would, you’d duck and someone – anyone really, but your money was on Clint, who you couldn’t even see and he’d be so smug about it, the image in making having you stifle a hysterical laugh – was going to shoot her.

You scanned the room, gulping when you caught the minute nod Reid gave you in support.

They got your back; the success of the plan lied on your shoulders, however.

You could do this. You could lie through your teeth and apologize to Steve later.

“I don’t-“

“And look him in the eye,” Bonnie hissed, yanking you to face Steve directly, forcing you to look straight into the sad pools of his eyes indeed.

“I--- I don’t… I don’t care about you. You’re worth-“ -everything, you wanted to scream, his dejected expression breaking a piece of your heart away, making for a lump in your throat. “-worthless. A mistake. You don’t deserve me. You’re not worthy. Bonnie is.”

You could feel your captor practically drilling a hole into your head with the intensity she watched you with – and then Steve. You could taste her victory in the air, the bittersweet accent of her triumph.

The second you were free of her scrutiny, your eyes bored into Steve’s, pleading him to understand. Of course, you hadn’t meant any of it; but he only averted your gaze. He must have thought you said it too easily. Too easily for the words not carrying a droplet of truth.

You wanted to yell at him not to be stupid – because he had to know you were forced to say this while in reality, he was your gentle giant and you had almost kissed him for god’s sake, because you had wanted to kiss him for the better part of the past two years – but he appeared utterly defeated.

The arm with the shield dropped to his hip; he lowered his gun.

He literally lowered his defences – and the very moment he did so, you were consumed by fury and horror at once.

A switch flicked in your body; fuck everything. You gritted your teeth and pushed hard, the pop of the joint of your thumb sending a jolt of pain up your arm, tears stinging in your eyes. You didn’t care; because the next second, Bonnie spoke up, icily calm – and you knew you had been right to act.

“That’s not good enough.”

The world turned into a blur of instincts and pain; the second the barrel of a gun left your skin, your hands were pushing it up and twisting down, body spinning around.

A flash of Bonnie’s raging face and a sneer; three gunshots cutting the air and muting the world around.

Pain exploding in your arm as you stumbled backwards. Shouts and cries enveloping you; shocked, you realised one of them was yours.

A motionless body of a woman lying on the ground, two pools of blood growing a few feet from where you fell on your ass, gripping at your left arm, waves of agony pouring out between your bloody fingers.

You winced at a new touch to your uninjured shoulder, a familiar face twisted in anguish entering your vision, filling it with his enormous presence. Mesmerizing blue eyes, with the tinniest specker of green, so warm despite the cold colours, brimming with worry.

Several voices reached your ears, serious, matter-of-fact, but sounding from such awful distance, your world zeroing on a single pale face; an angel speaking, a soothing gentle voice.

“Sparkles, sweetheart, look at me. You’re going to be okay, yeah? You’ll be fine,” he vowed, and maybe it was just the blinding pain that bit into your arms when his fingers pressed into your wound, but the angel had a halo around his head.

You had no reason not to believe him, but you didn’t expect the sting to the side of your neck, causing you to gasp and halt in the waterwall of words you only now realized was spiling from your lips.

Steve’s features seemed sharper now, even as you became aware of the fact that you were shaking in his grip; you recognized Tony in his Iron Man gear with only his hands and face uncovered, syringe in his right hand, Hotch and Emily talking too fast for you to decipher their words, Reid kneeling by Bonnie – oh god, Bonnie, you got a glimpse of one of the crimson pools being by her head – swiftly blocking your view of her.

It was over; oh thank god it was over and Steve was there, holding you, speaking firm and clear and kind, supporting your back and pushing against your arm with the fingers of the same hand, cradling your cheek--- and looking so so sad, the words, the ugly lies you had told no doubt weighting him down and you had to fix it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t—I was just saying what she wanted to hear, I swear---” you muttered frantically as you gasped for air, somehow only bringing a sorrowful twisted smile to Steve’s gorgeous lips as his thumb stroked your cheek gently.

“It’s okay, you’re okay-“

“None of it was truth, none— you’re not pathetic-“

“Sparkles, I know why you said that, it’s fine. You need to slow your breathing. Breathe with me. In… and out. Slowly, it’s fine,” he whispered, urgent but soothing, but you knew he was only saying that to make you feel better, that was what gentle giants did, too kind, dismissing their own hurt in order to take care of others, but he didn’t understand you meant what you were saying now, you had to make him understand.

“I love you, so much, and I should have said something a long time ago, I-“

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay…” he assured you, eyes wide with surprise and that was good – now, he knew what you were saying, but there something else in his face too, something unreadable.

You hated when you couldn’t read him.

But Jesus, your arm hurt and your head was spinning—oh. Oh he was mad, wasn’t he? You couldn’t read him because he was rarely mad at you, but now he was angry, that was it, pissed that you had put them all in danger like this, that shots were fired, that he had to come here, that you hadn’t been honest with him before-

“I’m sorry. Are you—are you mad? Please don’t be mad-”

His enormous tense shoulders seemed to relax a fraction at your question, an honest, brief, breath-taking smile painting his lips as he gazed into your eyes.

“Why, I could never be mad at you, Sparkles… except maybe when you make all the fuss about my safety, completely missing it’s you who’s in danger. Never do that again, hm?”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t think—I- you’re--- you’re more than my friend, than my best friend, I couldn’t-“

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re more than my best friend too,” he admitted sweetly, taking a deep breath as his eyes strayed elsewhere under the weight of the confession that made you lightheaded. You were what to him? “But let’s sort that out when you’re not shot and drugged and high on adrenalin, yeah?”

“I’m not high-“

“Kid, you’re high as a kite,” Tony snorted to your left, making you tear your gaze away from Steve’s face and frown in his direction. Oh wow, the world swayed with the movement. “You’ve been trying to keep your feelings to yourself for months if not years and now you just spitted it out like it was nothing.”

“He’s not wrong. Your body is flooded with adrenalin now and judging by the steady dilatation of your pupils without reaction to light the drug you’ve been injected with is still in effect,” Spencer added not-so-helpfully, sending you a tight-lipped smile. “And that antidote countermeasure probably isn’t helping that. Let’s get you some medical attention.”

You licked our lips, finding your tongue growing uncharacteristically heavy, a metallic taste in your mouth. Antidote? What antidote? To what? Wait. Did you just say to Steve that you loved him?

Oh. The bullets. The bullets meant for Steve; they had been laced with something. Right, right, right…

That was the sting to your neck had been. That was the syringe. Probably as a precaution if the… neuroagens or whatever worked on you too, not only Steve.

What did it feel like you should have connected those dots a few minutes ago? Minutes? Tens of minutes? How long has it been since you were taken, since Steve and others arrived? The lights were on, blinds down, you had noticed the blinds – when was that? Was it night yet?

“…I do feel a little out of it,” you admitted hesitantly, realizing you were getting cold despite being curled against the world’s nicest walking space heater – in a very, very pretty suit of armour.

You really liked this colour on Steve. It accented the colour of his eyes and he always had pretty eyes, but in this suit, they were just the perfect shade of blue. The colour was stealthier than the typical stars and stripes, but that was fine, the stripes were still there and so were the leather straps.  

Were the straps as practical as they seemed for other things than carrying a shield? Christ, your arm was in agony-

A snort sounded to your right and you were met with a sight of Emily, shaking her head with a brief smile. “Yeah, no kidding. Come on, let your knight carry you.”

“I could take her, the suit would-“ Tony objected, earning a glare from your knight with a shiny star in a middle of his chest. “Or not.”

“Go. You need each other now. We’ll take care of the rest,” Emily said, exchanging a nod with Steve.

“Thank you.”

And then the world swayed again, your head falling to rest against Steve’s shoulder, tiny swings nearly lulling you to sleep; but he told you to keep your eyes open.

You might enjoy teasing Steve and bickering with him a bit, but when the Captain gave an order, hearty and sweet but adamant, there was no denying him. He laid you down in no time, the roof of a jet entering your vision, but he didn’t let go entirely; he only lost his glove to hold your hand firmly, ignoring the syrupy residues of blood, his right hand tenderly pushing the hair sticking to your forehead away as if he heard the thought about how annoying it was before it even formed in your head.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered, the corners of his lips rising pitifully, but his eyes spoke nothing but the truth of his conviction. “One last sting, I promise. You’ll feel better then.”

And why wouldn’t you believe him? It was Steve.

So you nodded, swallowing hard as the needle pierced the skin of your shoulder, and let your eyes flutter shut.

It wasn’t that Steve couldn’t multitask; he was in fact excellent at it, a source of many of your jokes, as you called him an alien amongst the male population. But he also liked to be laser focused on only one task at the time. He was mission-oriented like that and while right now, he felt several emotions in him boiling and expanding to the point where he thought he might burst, he was on a mission.

His mission was to comfort you, keep you company, and make sure you would never feel the same fear he read in your eyes when they found you in Stiles’ literal clutches, a gun to your neck.

The sight shook him to his core; he was certain it was a horror image now etched into his brain and his eidetic memory wasn’t to blame for that one.

Uneasiness settled in him when you closed your eyes for good, but knowing Bruce was already taking care of you, he tried to ease that worry; you were in the hands of one of the world’s most renowned scientists, in the quinjet which could reach the Tower where Dr. Cho was waiting in a matter of minutes.    

It was probably better if you slept through Bruce assessing the damage the bullet – one meant for him, what were you even thinking suddenly trying to fight Bonnie off in your state when there were six agents at your disposal and Steve had his shield and supersoldier’s reflexes which would deflect the bullet he knew would be coming, he was going to be fine – made.

He nearly lost his mind when Clint fired along with Hotch and yet there sounded another gunshot.

He’d crush your hand remembering the split second, but he heard Bruce muttering under his breath something about a graze and they had found the bullet so they knew that whatever you had was a mere flesh wound.

Not that it stopped him from being fucking terrified for you, especially with the bullets having been modified. He was going to murder Tony one day. Even if the apparent genius gave you also the antidote.

“Steve?” you breathed out, causing him to blink and refocus his gaze, finding you watching him again, a weak smile on your lips he couldn’t but mirror, squeezing your hand.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

An adorable confusion nearly laced your eyebrows together, lips pursing a bit; Steve realized that whichever painkillers Bruce had given you must have taken effect fast, judging by your next words.

“Where’s your sword if you’re a knight? You only have a shield.”

It was absurd; the circumstance was awful and Steve absolutely hated that you were lying there, high and shot and bleeding and asking this question with utter and unfeigned seriousness, but he chuckled anyway, because the word cute couldn’t hope to capture the image you made. And he wouldn’t deny you anything you asked at the moment.

Especially since you had blurted out ‘I love you’, just like that – and at the same time, spoke it so clearly as if your life depended on him knowing that. God, the things you were doing to him.

“See, Sparkles, the knight, it’s just-“

“Am I that much of a firecracker?” you interrupted him distractedly, a little wounded, frowning harder even as your voice grew drowsy.

Steve sighed, running his knuckles over your cheek, eliciting a sound dangerously close to a purr as you nuzzled into his touch like an affectionate kitten and lord almighty, he adored you and he was going to lay the world to your feet just to hear that sound again once you’d be fully conscious.

“Just the right amount. And I really like it.”

“But then… why do you keep calling me that? Sparkles?”

“Do you mind?” he queried gently, shamelessly taking advantage of your weakened inhibitions to find out the truth – it hadn’t even crossed his mind until you asked. Did you not like it, but kept your mouth shut as not to insult him? “I didn’t think-“

“No. I like it, it’s your special nickname for me. I love that, GG. I just… I guess I thought it was because of how I act.”

How you were able to string together a sentence like that in your condition was beyond Steve. Bruce was still poking around your arm, but you didn’t even seem to notice, fully focused on Steve instead, just as mission-oriented as he was.

And your mission now was to get at the bottom of your nickname.

Frankly, Steve didn’t want to say it. It would be embarrassing to admit it really, he was sure Tony would laugh his ass off, but… did he mention he couldn’t deny you anything?

“It could be, I guess. But it’s not that, it’s just… it’s gonna sound so corny.”

“I like corny. I like you cheesy. Corn and cheese good,” you babbled, your gaze misted over but somewhat still clear.

Steve licked his lips, all resolve broken when your fingers dug into his hand with the tinniest pressure; all strength you had poured into the single request.

“It’s… your eyes.”

“My eyes?” you questioned, utterly confused.

You rolled your eyes a bit, zeroing on your nose as if you could turn them enough to see them without a mirror – and then you closed them as the action tired you out. You were about to drift off any second, Steve could tell, so he just shook his head as you blinked them open heavily.

“What my eyes?” you demanded, voice thin but stubborn.

“Close them. Rest. I’ll stay if you want.”

Your head lulled to side, a slight curve to your lips. You gazed up at him pleadingly, your pout making a return; cute and painfully vulnerable.

“Want. Always. But tell me?”

Christ if that wasn’t the most effective interrogation method he was ever subjected to, how was he supposed to say no to you like that-

“Okay. But… close your eyes,” he requested and like a charm, you obeyed, taking a deep breath as you melted further into the stretcher.

For a brief moment, Steve contemplated keeping his secret for himself – after all, Bruce was still right there and you were practically unconscious – but you had asked and Bruce seemed like he hardly cared about what the conversation was about as he stitched your skin together.

“When… we didn’t know each other much back then and you gave me the cookies as a thank you for saving your life. At that time, I told you it wasn’t necessary, but you looked embarrassed then, so… I took them.”

“Cause you smelled ‘em,” you murmured and Steve nodded, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, that too. I took the box, thanked you and took a sniff, telling you that they smelled delicious. Which they did. And you smiled… you looked so pleased.”

He felt his mind wandering off, painting a vivid picture of the first time he saw you smiling like that, smile he had the luck to see many times since that day. Smile he had tried to capture on paper, multiple times, never quite succeeding. He’d try again; he’d ask you to pose for him when you felt better. Or maybe while you’d be recovering, to help you pass the time.

It would become his new mission once he finished this one. For now, he only drew circles into your palm which was growing slack with each passing second, just as his own voice sounded softer and softer with maybe a hint of a croak he would never admit to.

“And your whole face lit up. I know this really sounds cheesy, but you brightened up so much at that moment. All of you, but… your eyes. There was and is a spark in your eyes when you smile. When you’re genuinely happy. It’s— it’s beautiful. You’re just so… I think you’re beautiful, Sparkles.”

Moments ticked by after he finished his confession, feeling light and heavy at once, worrying about your reaction.

Pointlessly, however; one glance at you showed your chest was rising and falling smoothly, your whole body relaxed. A faint echo of a smile played on your lips still, but Steve could tell you had already entered the dreamland.

He watched you for a bit, face burning with his admission, but his heart felt warm. Only when he heard a soft shuffle of feet, he looked up, noticing Natasha in the corner. He didn’t have to ask for how long she had been standing there; her face was enough of an answer.

She was grinning at him, encouragement with a teasing edge.

“Typical. You tell her when she’s not really in capacity to listen. You’re such a man…” she snorted, but walked to his side, patting his shoulder like a proud big sister. “Come on, lover boy. Let the doc work and go help us put this shit behind us instead.”

Steve gulped, sparing one more glance your direction. His mission was now complete, at least the part he could do at the moment. He had other duties now.

Nodding, he rose to his feet, turning swiftly to the cockpit when he saw the others approach; Tony carried Stiles, no doubt beyond saving after Clint’s deadly precise shot. Steve didn’t linger with his gaze; seeing death, even of a person who hurt you, brought him no joy.

But what felt worse was the sheer disappointment in himself that hit him upon recalling the gunfight. He failed to meet his responsibility, he wasn’t the one who rid the world of your captor and he hated that. He didn’t care what kind of a person it made him, feeling that way. Not now. Not when he had to wipe his hands clear of your blood before being able to do anything else.

He headed to the pilot seat, knowing that unless he had his hands occupied, he was gonna break something just to release some of the frustration boiling inside him. Natasha followed, a ghost of support, wordlessly telling him she understood and thought nothing less of him. In the very back of his mind, he was aware of the fact he’d be grateful for that acceptance later; much like he’d thank Clint for taking the shot Steve would have loved to take himself and still would mean it. He just didn’t have the capacity to accept it yet.

Jaw tight enough for it to hurt, he took the seat and brought the quinjet to the air, focusing on the image of your smile – two years ago, just a minute ago and the many days in between.

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