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#but also I DO love ambiguity and I think it wouldn't be true to the characters

ambrosiagourmet · 2 months

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Did Laios have a plan

... when he made his deal with the Lion? How much of it was intentional and how much of it was out of his control?

Well. If I'm being honest I don't really want to try and provide a definitive answer to that question, because I think the ambiguity is, itself, part of the story. I've gone back and forth a few times myself, and I don't think either category - "fully intentional" or "fully coincidence" - is entirely true.

That being said, I would like to point out a few things that I've seen taken for granted as true. Things that, imo, are much more about the character's perspective, or about what the character WANTS people to think (well, that's really just the Winged Lion).

Consider this not exactly an argument for "Laios masterminded everything from the start and saved the world with his cunning," but more... "Laios considered what he was doing more than people give him credit for." Make sense?

Alright then, let's go:

So to start with, I want to show every time (that I could find, at least) that the question of 'does Laios have a plan' gets brought up. This is specifically after his Ultimate Monster Form is revealed, to be clear - the question isn't about if he has a plan in general, it is if he has/had a plan when he made this specific deal with the Lion.

Here they are:

You'll notice, in all of these instances, there never really is an answer given to the question. Either because there is no way to get one, or, with Kabru at the end there, because he explicitly doesn't let Laios answer. There's even a bit of an arc here: we start with a sort of desperate 'I've mostly given up but maybe this isn't as bad as it looks,' then get a more optimistic 'maybe we really are saved,' and finally end on 'it all worked out in the end, so we maybe don't need to know.'

But, as much as there is some genuine growth in Kabru's 'accept the outcome, rather than dissecting the truth,' I also think it says a lot more about him than about Laios. Kabru is the one trying to handle his questions and his uncertainty - as he said, he wants to confirm his judgement of character. He wants to feel like he had control over things.

And he lets that go! But he also doesn't actually get the truth, either, and his implied assumption here (that Laios, the wide-eyed monster-lover, probably just followed his desires), still relies on his judgements and assumptions about Laios.

But okay, these bits are all focused on the characters theorizing about Laios. How about we look at the character who actually tells us the facts ("facts"): the Winged Lion.

The Winged Lion has quite a bit to say about Laios and his monster form.

He says that Laios hates humanity, and would rather be a monster

I've talked about this a bit already, but the Lion makes a lot of claims and assumptions about Laios that aren't necessarily true.

First of all, let's just make sure we clearly establish that the Lion is being manipulative here. That may seem obvious, but it's important to understand that there is a difference between 'the truth' and 'a version of the truth specifically framed to prey upon your deepest shame and insecurities about what you really want.'

To point out a few quick-and-dirty contradictions here:

If Laios really hated all other humans, then the Lion wouldn't hinge so many of his other arguments on Laios' love for Falin and his friends.

the Lion claims that Laios "[doesn't] even care enough about the future of [the] world to express an opinion about it," even though Laios has literally expressed opinions on what he wants for the world, to the Lion's face.

In general, the Lion does not make a distinction between urges and choices (see, for instance: him using Marcille's subconscious fear of the canaries as a way to keep her from stopping the monsters from attacking in chapter 86).

I'm not saying there is not a piece of truth here, but also... we are not our darkest thoughts, and we especially are not those thoughts as defined by someone who wants to hurt and control us.

But let’s move on to the stuff the Lion claims about Laios once he has been turned into his monster form.

2. He says that (or rather, acts like) Laios is under his control

The Lion really enjoys grandstanding about how Monster Laios is an ultimate tool he has control over. He gloats about making Laios fight the others, and has him smash through the magical barrier.

But smashing the barrier is kinda the only thing that Monster Laios actually does for the Lion. He doesn't attack anyone. He doesn't hurt his friends, despite Chilchuck thinking that Laios has "turned completely into a monster." And he certainly doesn't simply let the Lion go through with his plan to eat everyone.

This barrier smashing is actually an interesting and odd thing for Laios to have done specifically, so remember that one. I'll come back to it later.

But, yeah, to the original point... despite the Lion's dramatics, all that Monster Laios does is pose, smash up a magic barrier, and then eat him. Not exactly under his control.

AND SPEAKING OF EATING THE DEMON...

3. He frames Laios attacking and eating him as thoughtlessly violent

This one is pretty funny to me, and the Lion keeps it up for the whole scene. I'm not sure how much of this is his genuine understanding of the situation, and how much is him intentionally framing things in the most insulting manner, but like... truly. The ego involved in this. To see someone who has, multiple times, tried to stand against you - someone who has literally wished for your non-existence, to your face - to see this person attack you, specifically, and have your first reaction be 'huh, I guess he's a reckless weirdo to the core???'

Incredible stuff.

And this part, too:

He claims that Laios can't recognize anyone, that he's out of control. And yet, the Lion is the only person that gets eaten here. He is Laios' singular target.

Hell, Laios even specifically attacks one of the bodies that is actively hurting Chilchuck. I don't know if that was entirely intentional on Laios' part, but I do think it's notable.

The Lion torments Laios' friend, and when Laios does something that interrupts that action, the Lion reframes it as unhinged violence. I don't know, there's something here about the way that cruel people only talk about the things people do to resist them as violent, and ignore the violence that causes such resistance in the first place.

In any case, the main point is that the Lion insists on treating Laios like an unthinking animal during this fight, despite the fact that Laios is clearly trying to accomplish something here.

And what exactly is Laios trying to accomplish? Well, the Lion isn't entirely wrong. Laios is trying to eat something. He tells us as much.

And truly, everything Laios does as a monster points to this. He had a goal. And he accomplished it.

Let me back up a moment. I need to explain smashing the barrier.

So, Laios first starts considering how to kill the Lion when he is confronted with the fact that his only other choice would be to kill Marcille. Immediately and entirely discarding that solution, because of course he does, he tries to wrap his head around what defeating the Lion would even look like.

He clearly continues thinking about this, as a nearly identical conversation happens a few chapters later, when Laios is once again told that killing Marcille is the only way forward.

Only, this time, he's started to come up with an idea for how to do this impossible thing.

Harkening all the way back to the Living Armor chapter, Laios draws on the same lesson - if the Lion has made itself part of the world, if it has made itself into something alive, that means he can kill it. And eat it.

But there's an important extra detail to this. If he's going to try and kill (and eat) the Lion, he needs to strike when it’s vulnerable. He needs to strike when it's eating.

This is why he smashes through the barrier. Again, nothing else he does as a monster really benefits the Lion. He doesn't attack anyone else. The only command he obeys is to smash the barrier. Because the Lion has to think he has won for Laios to be able to eat him.

Beat him. For Laios to be able to beat him.

The question of why Monster Laios wanted to eat the Lion is, I think, the most ambiguous part. Was he curious? Hungry? Did he fight for his own life, for his friends, or for all of humanity? Did he know how to win because he had planned everything from the start, or because he was driven by an unquenchable instinct to do whatever it took to survive?

I don't know that it is possible to say for sure. But I do know that the Lion underestimates Laios, through it all. He underestimates Laios as a human, and he underestimates Laios as a monster.

And in the end, after he is bested, even then I don't think the Lion ever gets Laios. I don't think he understands how much Laios means his words about the Lion being burdened by hunger...

or what Laios cares about most...

or what meaning there is in life, for him.

So I don't buy what the Lion is selling about Laios, generally speaking. I don't buy that Laios didn't ever know what he was doing, and I don't buy that he was nothing more than a hungry beast.

Well. I mean. He was a hungry beast. But he was a more than that too. He was the Devourer of All Things Horrible. And he didn't just happen into that title by chance.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #winged lion #dissecting how the Lion's negging works is a great exercise in understanding manipulation honestly #dungeon meshi spoilers #dunmeshi analysis

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alliddewrites · 11 months

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Pervy!TF-141 x Reader Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Smut,

Inappropriate/creepy/disgusting behavior,

Voyeurism,

Recording without permission,

Abuse of ranks,

Underwear stealing,

Very ambiguous consent,

Female reader

Masterlist

Reader discretion advised. You're responsible for your own media consumption.

Gaz

Kyle has several cameras set up around your room. The feed gets recorded and stored in case he can't see something live. Never wants to miss a single second when he can see your perfect body.

Loves watching you pleasure yourself, unaware that you're being watched by him. He gets so hard watching you touching your wet pussy. He always times his orgasm with yours, imagining himself pouring his hot cum into your tight cunt.

Takes pictures and videos of you every chance he gets. He has a collection of you doing just about everything. - You innocently asleep in your bed. - You in the showers, water droplets running down your pretty body, looking oh so enticing. - You working out, tits perfectly squeezed together by your sports bra, sweat running down between your breasts. - You running on the tracks, tight ass bouncing so beautifully.

He has all of these files organized in folders so he can pick what to get off to depending on his mood.

After the others find out about this whole ordeal, he will reluctantly share the files with them, just so they don't tell you. Now all of them get to jerk off to your unaware self.

When he's with you, he gives you fleeting touches in inappropriate places. He either plays it off as an accident, or he just simply plays innocent.

Loves touching your ass the most, he just wants to grab it and massage it in his hands. "Oh! Sorry! I really didn't mean to do that."

Price

John takes full advantage of his rank, ordering you around to do things for him, sometimes inappropriate things.

Makes your train with him. After all, what is everyone else going to do? He's the captain, what he says, goes, no matter how much the others on the team complain. Since he has more strength than you, he has the advantage every single time. Pins you down in ways where his pelvis is touching you in some way. You can feel his hard cock through his pants, pressed up against you each session, grinding into you slightly. He might even pin you down in a way where his dick is brushing against your face.

Has a really hard time restraining himself from absolutely destroying you on the training mats. You're just so close to him, so submissive and helpless, completely at his mercy. His cock gets hard just thinking about it, precum dripping from the tip of his throbbing shaft.

Gives you orders every moment you're with him. Clean this, go fetch that, sit on his lap, keep him company, etc.

If you happen to mess something up, you're going to receive a punishment. As much as he wants to punish you by absolutely ravaging your body, he'll settle on spanking you until your butt is red. "Now bend over, and count."

Ghost

The silent one out of the group is the one that's the least obvious about his pervertedness.

Simon is the one that steals your, usually used, panties for personal use. Loves smelling your scent while he jerks his painfully hard, throbbing cock to the thoughts of you. When he's nearing his climax, he wraps your dirty panties around his cock. When he finally reaches his climax, he does it directly into the fabric, soaking it in his semen.

When he's done using one of your panties he puts it back into your laundry hamper, between all the other used clothes, in hopes that you'll notice it's covered in his virile seed.

He acts totally normal around you. You wouldn't even know his true feelings if he didn't have his rare slip ups that happen when you tease him. -Showing off a lot of skin, like tits or ass, bending over, acting all innocent and submissive, will get him extremely turned on, rock hard and tip drooling precum, but you will also be playing with fire.-

If you do some of those things, intentional or not, it will push him over the edge. He will pin you to a wall and threaten you, barely keeping control of his desires. "If you're going to act like a slut, we're going to treat you like one."

Soap

The most direct and most obvious out of all of them. Johnny is not ashamed about being a total pervert towards you.

Very touchy feely with you. There is not a moment when his hands are not on you. He might start out at your waist all innocent, but they will either wander up to your tits, or downwards towards your crotch. He gets so hard in these moments that he has to excuse himself so he can go and jerk off, so he can release a nice thick load and all that tension while thinking about you.

Will come up behind you and press himself against you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making sure you can feel his throbbing cock against your ass.

He's drooling over you 24/7, eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. When you catch him staring, which you will, he'll just wink at you, not embarrassed at all. He'll be even hornier and happier if you notice his bulge, barely contained by his pants.

He's not afraid of making comments about you and your body. Inappropriate comments, dirty jokes, explicit observations, the things he'd do to you, etc. "I have a bit of a problem. Won't you help me out, lass?"

I do not, to any extent, support this kind behavior in real life. This is pure fiction.

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nanomooselet · 19 days

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Visual Motifs: Tesla

So, one of the benefits of an adaptation like Stampede - a retelling, rather than just lifting from the page - is that they know where it's leading, and they can add context or foreshadowing. For some characters, they can even add presence. In addition, Stampede is required by the limits of the medium to do some streamlining. From all I've heard about their consultations with Nightow, their concern was with themes first.

But there an issue arises in Tesla. What is there to say or do for her? She isn't a presence; she's an absence. There's not much you can add without undermining the gutwrenching horror and thus the thematic impact of her character.

But Orange found a way. In fact, they found multiple ways.

Tesla can never let anyone know what she wanted because she was so thoroughly stripped of action or speech. While she lived no one cared to listen to what she had to say, and she's forever silenced by death. Nightow had to bend the rules to give her a last, ambiguous word.* Memories and assumptions are all that's left. Those are all undoubtedly themes in Trigun. I think it's all still true in Stampede, with an obvious exception.

After all, silence is a statement.

Congratulations to Orange on making it even more horrifying. Though I'm at least reasonably sure that she wasn't conscious in suspension... I hope she wasn't. I suppose it adds to the argument to suggest her fate in the manga was kinder.

It also opens the question of what happened to her in the Fall, but helpfully (?), Nightow had already introduced a means of resolving it. It tidily both suggests a possible future plot point and further characterises Knives in the way he protects what he loves. He says her discovery was to him "but one grain of sand", and he's a fucking liar. (Also, note Dr. Conrad in the picture on Tesla's file. Nai had to learn he was involved somehow.)

My trash boy never disappoints.

Personally I do believe it's jumping the gun to assume Knives actually bears her consciousness, but she had a profound effect on him, much as red geranium petals are now foundational to Vash's identity. While the icon of the Eye of Michael represents a number of things (I'm gonna talk about them too, if I ever get around to it), the variation on it used in the Windmill Village isn't so ambiguous. The arrangement turns up over and over.

Behold the single most obvious way Tesla's made more "present" in Trigun Stampede. (It's sure beholding you.) The motif of Tesla's eye is as central a symbol in Knives as geranium flowers are in Vash. Tesla might not literally be a ghost, but she haunts Knives anyway. He's determined that she'll haunt everyone else too, though they may not know it's her. In his mind, he's her avenging angel.

But he isn't the only one who holds onto her.

And a certain panel in Maximum...

Though those particular eyes actually represent the eyes of humans. Eyes weren't prominently linked to Tesla in the manga, but this may have been the inspiration.

Speaking of the manga... what about Rem? Though we know it or something like it occurred, in Stampede we don't see the confrontation with Vash where she confessed to her anguish over failing their sister, and how far she was willing to go ensuring he wouldn't be hurt. I understand feeling that it flattens her. The narrative is being dictated by Knives in that moment, who wasn't there to witness it and had a vested interest in removing Rem from the story.

That doesn't mean there's no sign Tesla haunted Rem. If Tesla hadn't suffered what she suffered, maybe Rem would have served an uneventful term as Navigation Officer before going back into cryosleep, while the SEEDS fleet peacefully continued on its journey. It was still because she failed Tesla that Rem adopted and raised the twins. Knives's anger/fear at the perceived betrayal by both Rem and Vash still led to him crashing the fleet, Rem's death, and all that happened in its wake.

It's an interaction we never witness - it may not even have been a direct encounter - and yet Tesla, through Rem, instigated the plot. And that's also still true.

Comparing the discovery scenes in Stampede and the manga directly, there's a change. The flower Rem left as a memorial for Tesla in the manga (looks like a white lily, which represents innocence and purity in the Japanese language of flowers and is often used for funerals) is instead a red geranium.

I'd chalk it up to reinforcing Rem's connection with the flower and minimizing the 2D background painting budget, except...

Almost every time the twins as children are together on the screen with Rem, a geranium in a glass dome is there too. The only time it's not present somehow is when they're visiting the Plant room at the start of ep twelve.

And when they find Tesla, there's a shot where this happens:

The red petals are almost invisible in the darkness... and then pop out when she's revealed, like a wound. As if they emerged along with her.

The geranium, to Rem, represents Tesla. When she can, she has it accompanying the twins. The presence of this small, red, glass-bound thing - suspended, mute, so easily stripped of its petals - is perhaps an inadequate gesture, just as Tesla herself never grew to be what she could have been, and adopting the twins may not make a difference. But Tesla can be with her family in spirit and her baby brothers will get a chance to grow. That's all that Rem can do for her now, a regret she bore until the end of her life.

In Stampede, Rem and her successors are positioned as Knives's most direct ideological opposition in a number of ways, and I think one of them is in how they honour the memory of Tesla. Would the twins' older sister have wanted the vengeance Knives wreaked in her name? Or would she have had the grace to hope the humans would learn better? Would she have been happy those who came after her were given the love and the choices that she wasn't?

She can no longer choose. No one will ever know.

And that brings me, finally, to how Tesla haunts Vash.

Unlike the manga, in Stampede it's not as though Vash has any reason to fear being abused, or dismembered, or consumed, or exploited. In the manga he very much feared all those things, and accused Rem of raising them to continue the experiments. He was very angry and frightened to realise he was surrounded by humans and he was "not like them". But in Stampede Vash might as well be a human.

That's definitely a way Stampede thematically diverged from the manga. Nai's the one who's perfect and more like a Plant, because of his powers. Right?

It's Vash who tends to be physically closest to the geranium.

In the SEEDS database, Vash and Tesla are in the same folder, while Nai has his own. There are all sorts of potential reasons, but in my mind it'd be because their colouring matches (yellow-blonde hair, blue eyes). It's Vash (his hands on the left) who notices there's an extra file and starts scrolling through them. He unlocked the database, and he caused the jars of what was left of Tesla to be revealed.

He wears red. Specifically his outfit is red over black - his shirt and pants. And his eyes are the first ones in which Plant patterns are highlighted.

Ever noticed that Tesla's missing both arms?

But it's hardly as though Vash is in any position to understand what Tesla felt, or what she wanted.

And it's not as though Knives, in his loneliness and fear and denial of responsibility, would puppet his sibling for the power to take revenge.

Right?

* Don't get me wrong. Nightow's relaxed approach to worldbuilding could have made her reveal in Maximum a plot hole, but it's not. Plants really are weird enough that just about anything seems possible. Nightow created the impression that discovering her remains was so painful for the twins they came to a mutual, unspoken agreement to avoid mentioning it, let alone using her fate as a rhetorical tool. When Knives finally does bring her up, it's just before trying to meld with and then imprisoning his brother aboard the Ark. To me, it feels like his declaration of total war.

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #tw body horror #tw medical abuse #trigun tesla #(but i repeat myself)#no more space left in my soupy brain this one fought me to the last #tl;dr can i just give the poor child a HUG #uh. watch the uh. bits and pieces #shape of a lost girl

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vickyvicarious · 6 months

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It was almost impossible to believe that the things which we had seen with our own eyes and heard with our own ears were living truths. Every trace of all that had been was blotted out. [...] We were struck with the fact, that in all the mass of material of which the record is composed, there is hardly one authentic document; nothing but a mass of typewriting, except the later note-books of Mina and Seward and myself, and Van Helsing's memorandum. We could hardly ask any one, even did we wish to, to accept these as proofs of so wild a story.

I love the book ending by emphasizing the ambiguity of its own truth. We don't see this in Dracula Daily, but Stoker prefaced the book with a note that implies he knew the Harkers and they had shared this with him:

How these papers have been placed in sequence will be made manifest in the reading of them. All needless matters have been eliminated, so that a history almost at variance with possibilities of later-day belief may stand forth as simple fact. There is throughout no statement of past things wherein a memory may err, for all the records chosen are exactly contemporary, given from the standpoints and within the range of knowledge of those who made them.

This note frames Stoker as merely an editor of a true account shared with him, rather than the author of a fictional work, which is a common trope for older fiction (though I think most often travel fiction, not horror). This is aided by the modern technology in the story, something he even emphasizes in his note here. Not that I'm saying people would really be likely to buy that it's real, but if they wanted to they could pretend they did.

But here at the end the characters admit that they could never prove their account. And they aren't really trying to do so for the wide world, but time makes it difficult even for them to fully believe what they recall happening to them. And we all know the power of the written word - to preserve events more firmly, yes, but also potentially to alter them (Jonathan's diary preserving memories he has forgotten vs. the Whitby headstone preserving a lie about the sailor's death). Without even primary sources for almost all of the book (in-universe; for readers of the novel, even if they bought into the fiction that it's a true account they wouldn't have access to any handwritten portions), it's up to the readers to decide how much trust they wish to place in the truthfulness of this tale. Both potential in-universe readers (explicitly and probably only ever intended for Quincey Harker) and us too.

If you begin with Stoker's note, it's extra fun because the novel starts by the (real) author asserting this is all factual and trustworthy, and ends with the (fictional) characters admitting it's mostly unprovable and people would have to just take their word for it.

#dracula daily #it's fun.#dracula meta

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Just had a thought about the supernatural harem, unless the reader becomes immortal or something during the story doesn’t Maddox just “win” the harem automatically? Cause from what I remember when they were introduced he gave up his heart to the reader to bring them back to life and with that trade was the whole deal where Maddox would come get their heart back when reader dies and in turn would kinda just claim them(? Idk how to put it) in his realm place. So like, doesn’t that mean that even if the reader goes for someone else in the harem it doesn’t truly matter cause Maddox has them in the end? I guess Baron could win in the end too cause of the contract but I feel like Maddox’s whole heart trade kinda overruled it and also idk the power scale of these guys but I don’t think Baron’s defeating an incarnation of actual death-

Idk if there’s ever supposed to be a “winner” of the harem since most if not all the posts with the harem implies the reader dating none of them or all of them, but either way I’m just curious about this. Maddox being secretly OP is kinda sick ngl

Yes... so long as they reach you first. Maddox cannot pass the gates of heaven nor hell. Being on earth is already throwing things out of balance, but at the same time they are part of whatever's keep it in check by being around you. The other reapers are relaxed on Maddox as they are the youngest and only former mortal of their rank, but rules are rules. The second you died Baron could potential try to take you for himself, but in an alternate scenario where they are not friends Maddox could easily take down Baron and Alasdair wouldn't fare much better.

There isn't a winner for the harem since... it's a harem. I thought about doing branching endings if I ever went back to the main story, but in the true end you're stuck with them all. It's ambiguous if they love each other romantically as they love you, but the boys (and Mad) do care for one another despite how much they butt heads. They carry off each other's weaknesses and are a package deal for their mortal spouse. It will be tough when your days are numbered and you have to decide where you'll go, but until then they enjoy every day they have with you - together

#Maddox my oc #Alasdair my oc #Baron my oc #Supernatural harem #yandere harem #yandere oc

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caterkinnie · 2 years

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How do you feel the various boys would react to the reader lying about their feelings toward him, but the reader's nose grows like Pinocchio as it exposes the reader's love for him? Who reacts would be your choice

Reader who cannot lie is put in an awkward situation...

❥ ⌗ Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud.

❥ ⌗ Tags: reader is kinda a tsundere but is sliiiightly different in every scenario. vil is a simp hope that helps.

❥ ⌗ a/n: is the bias obvious? also i love this request i love tsundere-ish reader thank you. why do my titles sound like manhwa titles

Well, Azul has been in your position many times now.

The laughs from the twins as they teased you for blushing while looking at Azul.

'Shut up! I don't like him, I just… Feel a bit sick! Leave me go!' You said, and your nose started growing instantly due to your lie.

While the twins keep laughing.

Azul looked normal on the outside while acting as if he's not paying attention. But he's going insane on the inside.

You see, he knows about your little secret. Azul knows your nose gets larger every time you lie, so this is a very unconventional way to find out his crush likes his back. That doesn't mean he's not pleased, it means he can plan the perfect way to ask you out without dealing with the anxiety about you rejecting him!

Vil felt… more confident than usual today.

He sees you as the most beautiful person he's ever met, and as much as he tries to help you to reach your best self, he has to admit you're amazing just as you are right now, he won't straight up tell you that though. He's a simp.

You were just passing by Pomefiore and decided to say hi to Vil. He was busy, however, maybe taking a small break wouldn't hurt? (down bad)

And well… You're not unused to him being flirtatious with you, it's usually smooth and quick to make you embarrassed. He just chuckles and tells you he's joking… That's why, him being in a slightly mischievous mood decided to start flirting with you. But it kinda went too far…

'Hey, so flustered already? I recall you said you liked my flirting?'

'Wha- what are you talking about?! I've never said that!' And your nose revealed the truth. Yes, maybe Vil isn't the only simp and mayyybe you've been annoying your friends about your crush on Vil- Wait, does that mean he was overhearing?!

He looked slightly surprised after your reaction, but understood immediately.

'Oh my, could it be that you're lying? It's normal you'd feel that way, you don't have to be ashamed.' He heard from Rook about your little quirk, but never saw it in person.

Idia could probably pass out.

'C'mon! Just confess already, it's not like that guy has any other hope!' Ace said, a bit louder than he intended. Just loud enough that an unknowing Idia could hear while going to buy snacks, he heard your voice and decided to go say hi. Well not exactly like that— it was more of him waiting for the perfect moment (that probably wasn't going to happen and he would most likely run away) to approach you, and you happened to be with your friends, talking about Idia.

He always hated MCs who are too oblivious for their own good, but even then… You were clearly talking about him in an ambiguous way, praising him (his self esteem was so high to the point he daydreamed about going right at that moment, would you get flustered? The idea made him giggle! Just daydreaming though, he think there's no way someone like him would actually do that)

He was about to leave until your best friend's mouth couldn't possibly keep his mouth shut. Now you all obviously caught him red-handed because of the loud screech he couldn't contain. He was so surprised he didn't know how to react…

You tried to explain the situation 'You- You didn't hear anything right?! It isn't true, it's a misunderstanding!' And then just afterwards you remembered why you tried to avoid saying lies.

Idia just shrieked again. What kind of extra rare event is this!! If only he could say it like a normie would, but you kept trying to justify yourself and your nose kept getting larger!

'I… I… Oh my god this is so hard why can't I just- I l-l-like you too please stop apologizing.'

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twst #twst #twst headcanons #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader

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prince-kallisto · 10 months

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A clever hawk (or crow) hides its talons

In Book 4, Azul mentions a very interesting Japanese proverb: "能ある鷹は爪を隠す. A clever ( or wise, talented, skilled) hawk hides its talons. And honestly, thank you Azul, I love you so much for this. Because me, currently obsessed with Crowley, is tying everything back to him haha.

A lot of the time, a proverb's morals can be pretty ambiguous, but this one is sometimes referred to practicing humbleness, as in a talented person doesn't go out of their way to show off. But Crowley does quite the opposite, don't you think? We know nothing about his magic or powers, but his overall behavior is very greedy and conceited at times, and thinks very highly of himself and his kindness. However, I think this is exactly how Crowley hides his 'talons.'

Others hone in on the 'hawk' part of the proverb. The hawk is a hunting bird, so its cleverness is just as vicious. So others interpret the proverb as wise people know how to make others drop their guard down. Similarly, a talented person doesn't show off their abilities to their enemies, or don't show them off because they know the powers they're capable of. These interpretations lie closer to what a hawk does, and what I believe Crowley is doing.

He's silly, unreliable, and occasionally greedy, but he still runs a school of 'villains.' Crowley slips the information he wants out, and keeps everything else in. I don't know what he's up to, but there's something related to the Overblots and Grim. By acting helpless and conceited, no one takes Crowley seriously, or at least, us players. Vargas refers to him as 'kind hearted,' and Crewel says 'he always thinks about his students.' And I think these are also true among his malicious intents. But think of Book 6's moment, when Crowley was taken into custody. He was the most composed and calm we'd ever seen him. This, and the end of Book 6 brought some very interesting questions.

Crowley was called before PARLIAMENT due to all the Overblot cases happening under his watch, with people from Styx, Department of Education, and the Department of Magic. Crowley has some...shady stuff going on, and I believe in a vignette, he explicitly mentions he has activities he doesn't want the government to know about. But Overblot is meant to be extremely rare. This plus his shady activities is more than enough of a reason to fire or punish him in some way.

Yet he says the assembly saw no issues with the school's LEADERSHIP, aka him. And this is exactly where the proverb becomes relevant. If Crowley was as spineless as he wants us to believe him to be, he would've been fired eons ago. But with all these bigwigs and powerful people, not one was able to touch him? I believe he took out his figurative 'talons,' and considering how easily he blackmails Yuu, I wouldn't be surprised if he did so just as easily with Parliament, with a dash of threats too. He is (or heavily implied to be) a fae, after all, with likely hundreds of years under his belt. If anything, this was just an inconvenience. An annoyance. But nothing for him to fear his position at NRC.

One more thing I'd like to add is how his NAME is literally the proverb in a nutshell. YuuRei20 on Twitter demonstrates how his name is pronounced like the English word "dear (beloved, cherished)," instead of "dire (disastrous, ominous)." Without knowledge of his technical name, his name gives a very different impression. Even his own name is hiding its talons, which is insane to me.

And if know anything about my "Crowley is Levan/Revan" obsession, then you already know haha. More fuel to the fire I guess, but even then, these points mean something about his goals. Feel free to add your thoughts on this, I think it has potential!

#twst dire crowley #dire crowley #twst crowley #twst headmage #twst #twst theory #kallistopost

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ravenbloodshot · 9 months

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Can u do ateez san ideal type thanks!

Body: Big boobs, pretty smile, (he's not picky at all), darker skin, foreign (he's pretty openminded so I can't really say anything else)

I can't give a visualized example, what he likes is too ambiguous

Personality: He wants a joyous and humorous person that can laugh at themselves and just be a cute jokester. He wouldn't do well with an ultra serious person that can't be a bit child like and have fun, he wants a best friend that can understand him and love him the way he wants to be loved. He wants someone he can trust and confide his deepest insecurities/worries to, but he also wants a person that can be independent and okay with being on their own (since he gone a lot due to his job). He really wants a true friend (like that friend your joking and giggling with in the back of the class while the teacher is talking, almost like two class clowns). Another thing is 'friend' can be used for a person your sleeping with that your close with outside of the bedroom, but your not trying to label them as your girlfriend (those from the US will understand what I'm saying). But with me mentioning this, I think he could prefer to be with someone who doesn't care for commitment (as in using labels like girlfriend and boyfriend), a person cool with being called friend or introduced to others as his friend and letting ppl figure out what they mean by 'friend'. It's an inside joke he would like to share with his partner, they're telling everybody their friends for the fun of letting ppl go crazy trying to figure out what they truly are. He loves people who are great at keeping up communication with him

Sexual Wants: Quickies, dressing up in costumes, likes pubic hair, pregnancy kink, public sex, likes to be pampered and given gifts, spanking, edging

FVN by Lvl1 is a song that fits this readings energy

#kpop readings #kpop #kpop tarot #cancer sun #ateez san #san #ateez tarot #ateez

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lovecolibri · 11 months

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It’s funny how some shippers think the lack of detail given to Marisol and Natalia mean that they’re not endgame and Buddie will still be canon. When to me it’s the opposite. That WAS the end, the presumed end, and it was so important to the show that Eddie and Buck end up with women that the women themselves didn’t matter at all. They gave more attention to one-off victim characters than they did to the woman halves of Eddie & Buck’s supposed happy endings. The message isn’t “this won’t last.” The message is “the femaleness of this character is all that matters because straight. Straight straight hetero straight. 🙃” I genuinely think Buddie would have more of a chance if they had bothered to tell us why Buck likes Natalia so much, or why Eddie thinks there’s a spark with Marisol. Given us anything about the characters themselves. But they gave us female blank slates because they wanted to message that the female part is the most important thing. So it’s just wild to me to see people interpreting it as a positive sign. Which I guess maybe I’m just a pessimist, but it looks a lot like denial to me.

"it was so important to the show that Eddie and Buck end up with women that the women themselves didn’t matter at all." 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 SAY THAT Nonnie! I've also seen a LOT of comments about how "well they had to wrap everything up nicely because they thought it was the end of the show so I get it, they didn't want to rush if it was Buddie" and like....*Chidi voice* You DO get how that's worse right? Because a) they could have absolutely had an open ending with Buck picking out his own couch and Eddie being content with his life right now and how full it is with family and friends and Chris, b) they COULD have done ambiguous Buddie with the Buckley-Diaz boys on the couch together playing video games which could be seen as platonic OR romantic so everyone is happy because it's a fan favorite dynamic AND they have been shown as a family for years so they don't need the build up, or c) they could have gone full on Buddie and yeah it would suck to not get more but again, the build up is already kinda there AND it would break the internet if people knew THAT was the finale and the buzz might have gotten them picked up if ABC hadn't already made the announcement.

They literally chose the worst, most lazy option that even outside of Buddie very specifically goes against things the show outright stated in the text that both Buck and Eddie needed to do this season wrt their dating lives. Which....to ME is a bit of a headscratcher because it says they KNEW the backlash that would happen about these relationships (we had the hint about Marisol coming back but Natalia? If that live with Aisha hadn't happened we would have been fucking BLINDSIDED they kept it so under wraps). So rather than commit to telling the arcs well and just ignoring the backlash from "a small part of the viewership", they waited until the last second to drop these half-formed love interests into relationships with Buck and Eddie at a time they thought the show was done and they wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. So which is it? Is the Buddie fandom so small it's inconsequential and we should all just be quiet and realize the show doesn't need us and therefore will never give us what we want no matter how much noise we make? Or is the backlash from social media actually something that's taken into consideration and the show had to make sure to get to the end of the season without alienating that part of the fanbase? They can't have it both ways. Either we're not important enough to be taken seriously in which case it's just shitty storytelling, or we're loud enough to cause serious problems so they have to do jussssst enough to keep the backlash down until they don't have to anymore because the show is over. Which sounds a lot like "shipbait" to me.

I'm leaving of with this quote of yours because fuck me, I've yet to see anything more true about this situation.

The message isn’t “this won’t last.” The message is “the femaleness of this character is all that matters"

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #buddie #folger's girl #buck's theme of the week love interest #one is credited with one but in the SHOW neither of them even have last names #just cardboard cutouts of people and stiff as ones too #all so kr can give the middle finger to the people who didn't like her little self-insert characters #abc fire kr challenge

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cilil · 13 days

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Dark romance prompts request - Stalking - Maedhros/Fingon/Melkor

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: stalking & interspecies sex (rare pair bingo)* | Maedhros x Fingon x Melkor ♡ synopsis: Fingon chances upon Maedhros in the wilderness Valinor and makes love to him - or does he? ♡ warnings: identity theft & related consent issues**; also obligatory reminder that they're half-cousins ♡ short oneshot (~900 words)

**the rare pair part is ofc not the Russingon, it's Melkor's involvement

**Mae is enthusiastically consenting to doing this with Finno, but... well... you see the prompt, characters and warnings, so...

"Maitimo."

Maitimo looked up from his book when he heard Findekáno's smooth, deep voice and saw him smiling down at him.

"Finno!" He quickly closed it and rose to his feet to greet him. "What are you doing here? I didn't even hear you coming."

Findekáno chuckled and interrupted his efforts to peck his cheek in greeting by pulling him into a kiss. Lips on lips, heat, that familiar smell... Maitimo melted into his embrace, closing his eyes.

The twins, he mentally assured himself, should be gone for a few more hours anyway.

"I had a feeling I would find you out here today," Findekáno said when they parted. "Still, I consider myself no less lucky to be greeted with the sight of the most beautiful prince of the Noldor."

"There is no need for either flattery or formality," Maitimo replied, though the warmth in his voice and the blush on his cheeks betrayed his true feelings.

"Are you sure?" Findekáno's hand travelled down his back, stopping just above the curve of his backside. "Perhaps I could find a form of flattery that's more agreeable to you?"

Breathlessly, Maitimo laughed. This time he was the one to pull his secret lover into a kiss. "I wouldn't say no to that..."

It was not the first time they did something like this, stolen moments of intimacy when they managed to have time to themselves away from family and political obligations. Kisses and touches swiftly grew bolder, and Findekáno wasted no time gently pushing his half-cousin to the ground and getting on top of him. He was radiant in the light of Laurelin, Maitimo thought dreamily, bathed in a warm golden glow that made him look so beautiful and regal, as if he was no Elf at all and one of the Ainur instead.

"I want you, Maitimo." Findekáno's eyes darkened with desire, as did his voice. There was something commanding in his tone, but Maitimo found himself more turned on than concerned or offended. Between the ambiguous, polite things he would be told at court and his brothers being either secretive and closed off or demanding, it was refreshing to hear another calmly state his intentions.

And it was flattering as well, to be desired by a loved one.

Thus Maitimo happily acquiesced, helping Findekáno undress both of them and turning to lie on his stomach when asked. He spread his legs eagerly, moaned when one finger entered him to start preparing him and sang his lover's praises.

"That's it," Findekáno whispered to him in-between movements and, "well done."

In his lustful haze, Maitimo barely noticed that he was less patient than usual, that he held him more firmly, that his cock penetrated him faster and more roughly. All he could think of was Findekáno desiring him so badly that he couldn't help himself and how loved and wanted it made him feel; no word of protest ever left his lips, only the occasional pained grunt when his body was pushed to its limits.

Little was left of the grace and dignity of two Noldorin princes as they made love in the wilderness of Valinor, more akin to amorous couplings of Yavanna's kelvar. Findekáno had long since seized a fistful of his lover's hair to make him arch his back, thrusting as hard and deep as he could, and their voices chased a couple of birds away. His stamina was remarkable, Maitimo dimly noted, particularly for being in such a lustful mood, but he was too far gone to dwell on it.

They continued their lewd liaison until they were both exhausted, panting heavily and covered in sweat, as well as other liquid remnants of their love-making. Maitimo wanted to turn around to properly snuggle up to his lover in post-coital bliss, only to find himself unable to when Findekáno's weight on top of him kept him in place.

"Rest now, Maitimo. I shall keep you warm."

There it was again, his mother-name in place of his epessë. He almost hadn't noticed it earlier in his surprise and excitement, but now that he was lying still and coming down from his high, the drowsiness overcoming him was tinged with confusion.

Findekáno's lips grazed the back of his neck, feeling strangely cold.

It must be because we both got so heated, Maitimo thought and closed his eyes to rest.

He hadn't even realised that he had fallen asleep until he once again heard Findekáno's voice, louder this time and filled with worry.

"Finno?" he mumbled, squinting up at him. "What's wrong?"

"You ask me what's wrong?" Findekáno shook his head. "I was looking for you because I just happened to run into Tyelkormo who, when I asked about you, said that the twins came home hours ago without you — and now I find you sleeping naked in the middle of nowhere."

He glanced down at his half-cousin's body and added, "Though it seems as if you... enjoyed yourself at least."

"What are you saying, Finno?" Alarmed, Maitimo rose to a seated position. "You were there. You made love to me. You told me to rest."

"No, Russo." Findekáno's brow creased with worry. "I did no such thing. I swear I only just came here. Whoever was with you, it wasn't me."

Maitimo suddenly felt an ice-cold shudder go through him. "Then someone else wore your skin to take advantage of me."

Thanks for reading! ♡

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horse-girl-anthy · 5 months

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Anthy as a Personification of Cruelty

this is par of a larger project I'm working on, but I felt like writing it out here. think of it as early content for followers.

both Enokido and Ikuhara have spoken of Anthy as a symbol of reality, or character used to signal that reality is entering the drama. as reality is cruel, Anthy must be cruel, and she is aware of many cruel realities. she is the rose, the beautiful and short-lived flower, which grows in tandem the cold thorn of disillusionment.

it's not a mistake to read Anthy as having personal feelings; in fact, much of the anime is about uncovering and allowing her to express personal feelings. even though she is often ambiguous and remote, the audience is clearly given glimpses into her worry, fear, despair, unhappiness, and pain, as well as love, hope, and desire for connection. what makes the characterization so compelling is that in tandem with Anthy-the-character operates Anthy-the-symbol, or Anthy-the-plot-device. the story revolves around her humanization and freedom from the narrative, yet within each script, Anthy is used like a puppet to keep the story moving forward.

Akio is a similar character, and at first, it seems they are serving the same aim of bringing reality into the drama, as Akio shows the duelists "the End of the World." a less interesting show would have stopped with him. it could have been a story about how the world is a corrupt place, the strong take advantage of the weak, and at the end of the day, that's all there is. but at the true "End of the World," the end of the show, who does Utena find? Anthy. Akio kept everyone running in circles; Anthy brings the system crashing down. why is this?

I think that Akio represents "false reality," while Anthy represents "true reality." in a way, they are both stunted and immature, but Anthy, by her very being, her knowledge of the Swords of Hate, is beyond Akio; she has an alien, unimaginable perspective, due to truly knowing what suffering means. Akio doesn't suffer on an profound level, he's just driven himself to self-pitying madness. basically, he's making Anthy's problems about him and his failure to be the prince.

so Akio is the false god who keeps his adherents dazzled by false enlightment, but can't impart true change; in fact, he resists it. resisting change is also a part of the growth process. perhaps Anthy and Akio are siblings because they both must "work their magic" for the narrative to play out. the "false maturity" stage presented by Akio may be the necessary prescedent to Anthy's "true reality." however, as Akio demonstrates, it's possible to just stay in false adulthood forever. Akio refused to touch Anthy's true self, or the swords that plagued her (unless he could use them for his own power). he wouldn't share her suffering; he was afraid of the cruelty she embodied.

the show is essentially about Utena and the other characters moving closer and closer to awareness of suffering, often represented through Anthy, but eventually swallowing up Utena. the final conversation of the Student Council focuses on the cruelty, coldness, and unfairness of the world, which they know will fall upon the selfless.

the cruelty that Anthy embodies is not malevolent when seen this way. it is something that must be faced in order to truly grow up. it hurts to experience it, but it is in fact is the only way to leave Ohtori. Anthy ushers in both Mikage and Utena's difficult graduations, for instance. she is hated for the truths she carries, but her cruelty is not without purpose. she cannot see a world beyond her suffering, but without her, there would be no way to reach that other world. this is because suffering is inherently a part of life, along with many other cruelties, such as separation and death.

I'll end with a quote from my favorite novel, Tehanu: "he would learn [pain] again and again, all his life, and forget none of it. And therefore he would not [...] do the easy thing to do." this perhaps gets at the core of the issue: Akio does the easy thing, the thing that costs him nothing, because he does not know pain. Anthy has to bear pain alone, and so her world revolves around her suffering. Utena learns pain and will never turn her eyes away from it again, and Anthy, no longer alone, can step into a world with a future. true maturity is reached in communion with others, and a true adult is someone who can take in the world as it is and continue living. heroically and with style, when possible.

#i may delete this in future when i finish my longer projects but i felt like putting this here as i feel passionate rn #rgu #commentary

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hi! if you don’t have too many requests, but if you do dont worry about this. Hawks with a s/o who doesn’t have much self worth, always criticise’s them selves. him comforting them after their therapist ghosts them (totally not self indulgent)

I hope you're feeling better sweetie, and here I have our precious Hawks ready to soothe your heart ❤️

Title : A night stroll

Characters : Hawks/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/Fluff/ One shot

Trigger Warning : Anxieties/ Low self esteem/ Mental therapy

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"This is weird, why isn't he picking up?"

You muttered as you tried calling your therapist for the fourth time that day. You were supposed to have a session two days ago but when you showed up at his office as per the appointment agreed upon, his secretary told you he was too busy to see you, and didn't even have the courtesy to reschedule for you, even after you politely asked her to.

Her response was as ambiguous as her boss's behavior when she asked you to call him yourself for a reschedule.

"Should I call again? What's going on?"

Your heart sank as your mind wondered to the worst case scenarios.. was your doctor not feeling well enough to see you? was he bored of you already? did he give up on the possibility of you getting better? were your problems too much to handle even for a professional?

As farfetched as that last part might be, your growing anxieties and non-existent confidence and self worth made it seem like a reasonable point..

_ "Ah.. hello!" finally he picked up.

_ "Yes, hello." his assistant answered instead, even though you were calling his personal number.. strange.

_ "It's y/n calling to reschedule please."

_ "Right, sorry but Doctor (name) will no longer be able to see you, so he will forward you to one of his trusted colleagues, let me pass you their phone number, they're already aware of your condition and agreed to take you in."

_ "Another doctor?" you couldn't understand the issue, neither could you find it in yourself to ask.

You simply thanked the woman and hung up the phone before collapsing on the couch.

So it was true, he gave up on you for some reason and didn't even have the decency to give you an explanation.

Honestly though, why would anyone bother explaining themselves to you? Why would you think that you deserve any kindness right now when your whole life has been a constant reminder that you don't?

It's shameful really, you genuinely thought that you were doing well with your therapy, even Keigo thought so too.. Keigo..

Will he ever leave you too? He had never given you a reason to suspect that he would, neither had he ever missed a chance to remind you of his undying love, and as happy as it should make you feel, knowing that he could easily do better never left your brain.

You felt like you were drowning, that maybe it would be best if you just disappeared, even Keigo's life would definitely be better without you..

_ ".. you okay?"

You flinched as a familiar warm hand held yours gently.

_ "K.. Keigo" how did he manage to get in without you noticing? How long had he been there? Were you so lost in your self pity to notice him approaching?

_ "What's going on beautiful? I've been calling your name for a while but you were too distracted to hear me." his eyebrows furrowed and his signature smirk was nowhere to be seen.. yeah, that was your doing, you managed to trouble the one you loved the most, and the realization felt like a spear piercing your heart.

_ "I'm fine, really, it's nothing I promise." you lied through your teeth and he knew it.

_ "It's me y/n, you know you can talk to me about anything right? I know you're only pretending to be alright so you wouldn't worry me, but all I want is for you to talk to me freely." his hold on your hand tightened, and you knew you owed him at least that much.

You started talking, not only about your doctor abandoning you, but also about everything his action inflicted on you.

And for once, you held nothing back and expressed in great detail your fears and your overwhelming low self esteem, your shame and your feeling of unworthiness, and especially the suffocation that comes when all those dark thoughts battle inside your head.

He listened to you carefully, gently wiping your tears away and kissing the back of your hand reassuringly, but never dared interrupting you because it was the first time you spoke so openly to him.

He knew how you felt already even if you didn't say it outright— of course he did, but hearing you finally talk straightforwardly was a definite step in the right direction.

You looked up hesitantly, only to be met with a big smile that strangely soothed you a lot more than the countless sessions you had with your doctor.

_ "I'm happy you're finally able to talk to me with no hesitation, but first, wanna go out with me?" his smile remained and you found yourself nodding instantly.

He stood up, pulling you along, but instead of walking to the front door, he went straight to the balcony, "oh yeah, we're gonna fly."

You opened your mouth to protest but a yelp came out instead as he picked you up in his arms and jumped out of your fifth floor appartement.

Your screams were buried in his neck as he carried your tense body.

_ "You trust me don't you?" he whispered against your temple before placing a soft kiss on your skin.

You nodded fervently but your face remained deep in the crook of his neck. You felt his chuckles rumbling in his throat, "then look up."

It took you a moment to do so, but when you finally found the courage to open your eyes, you were met with the most beautiful sight in the world. The big clear night sky decorated with countless stars, the city lights underneath your feet, the soft clean air fanning over your face, and most importantly, you were sharing all this with him.

_ "Keigo, this is amazing!" and for once your heart felt lighter.

_ "Take a deep breath honey," he urged and you obeyed, immediately regretting all the times he begged you to go out with him like that and you refused, "your doctor is a jerk, I cannot believe someone like that is allowed to treat people, but you know what? you're actually lucky he did what he did, I'll pull a few strings and find you a much better one in no time I promise."

_ "You would? really?" though it shouldn't come as a surprise that your boyfriend has some influence— being the number two hero and one of the most powerful people in the country.

_ "I would do anything for you, no matter what it is," his bright smile never failed to soothe your heart, "listen carefully y/n, because I'll say this as many times as it takes for you to believe it, and then some.. I love you so much and I always will, so please never doubt.."

You didn't know what came over you all of a sudden, but you had the urge to kiss him and so you did. You felt him smiling against your lips before nibbling on your lower one playfully, you were so lost in him, that you didn't realize when he landed on top of a building until your feet had finally touched the ground.

_ "I'm proud of you y/n, you are truly strong even if you fail to see it," he took your hands in his and kissed them as you two stood at the edge of the tall building, "I have no doubt that you are capable of overcoming any obstacle that faces you, and I will be holding your hand while you do it."

_ "I don't know what to say Keigo except, I love you," you smiled as you tilted your head to the side, "you've always believed in me when no one else did, I'm sorry for constantly pushing you away when all you've ever wanted was to see me happy." your smile suddenly disappeared as the overwhelming feeling of guilt took over you.

_ "Of course I believe in you! you've been fighting your whole life while counting on no one but yourself, you've accomplished so much and that's admirable," he cradled your cheeks while gently lifting your head up, "there is no reason for you to apologize because you did nothing wrong, I'm just happy you're finally comfortable enough to share everything with me, and to allow me to support you just as you've always supported me."

_ "I'm happy too! I just wish I did a lot sooner." you placed your hands on top of his and squeezed them gently.

_ "Well, nothing is lost beautiful, we have all the time in the world."

And he was right, opening up to him was the best thing you allowed yourself to do.

That night, on top of that tall building, you made a promise to never push him away again, a promise that brought you both happiness.

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raayllum · 8 months

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I love how we are basically opposites on the whole theory thing :

You predict plot points by making jokes that end up coming true

meanwhile me and my overdramatic mind obssesses over dark scenarios that would never fit into 9 episodes and then I'm surprised when they don't happen XD

Listen as long as you're enjoying what you're doing, I say have all the fun you want in fanon and taking insp from canon! That's the best part sometimes! <3

Although I have some things that started out as jokes that ended up being canon (my absolute favourite of which being this joke I made about Ezran in 2x04 that was then an actual thing in the s2 novelization) the weirdest thing for me has been like... the ultra specific thing / things I thought would be more metaphorical that ended up being more literal

AKA a list in no particular order

Me assuming since Through the Moon came out that Callum would inevitably play into Aaravos's hands and that the struggle to not do so would be his main conflict in arc 2 (which looking back, the possession plot line seems so thematically obvious I am genuinely a little sheepish I didn't see it coming)

The game motif being my favourite motif and then s4 fucking Delivered it was beautiful

Viren's atonement arc because of his eye symbolism

That the rune cube placement could be trusted to foreshadow things, specifically the Ocean rune in finding the prison and in foreshadowing Callum's dark magic use

Me going "Hey wouldn't it be Fucked Up if whatever comes out of the cocoon is like a child version of Aaravos?" (hi Sir Sparklepuff my beloved)

For that matter: that Aaravos would ask one of the mage fam to kill Sir Sparklepuff for a deep magic spell, and that they'd refuse to do so

Callum's interplay with freedom being too tethered to Rayla that I banked on her eventually being taken hostage and Callum doing morally ambiguous shit to save her like 3+ years in advance

Seeing Callum's S4 design for the first time and noting that the circlets around his wrists invoke chain symbolism but thinking "Nah him and Rayla being in chains like tarot cards will just be metaphoric right". Haha, no!

Ezran as the embodiment of Justice / the series' Witness (hell yeah thank you 4x03 & TOX for making Justice his highest value)

Predicting Rayla's entire arc 2 arc thus far re: her paranoid and restless nature being what puts them on the path to finding Viren and her wanting a rematch, the coins, and her self worth issues, written March 2020 (months before TTM came out)

Callum and Viren as each other's primary foils (begun before this but started being highlighted further from Nov 2019 onwards with specifically thinking that S4, as opposed to s3, would crank it up to an 11)

Rayla and Callum's whole ass light-dark motif that I thought would be a fun consistency in the background rather than a whole ass arc defining Thing

Characterization wise but Ezran as an Enneagram Nine The Peacemaker personality wise (once again thank u 4x03)

Back in Aug 2021 I noticed that bloodbending had thematic similarities to dark magic (in terms of framing, notions of control & agency) but again, didn't think it'd amount to literal likewise puppeteering (Aaravos is/was even imprisoned like Hama too!)

Seeing parallels between dark magic and thematic/metaphorical cannibalism / positing Aaravos as a cannibal in a fic I wrote in 2019 but never ever thinking it'd be more than metaphorical bc kids show, am I right? (when I tell you I screamed)

Like 3 weeks post s3 I came up with Political Trio Theory in which Ezran and Rayla are at odds about something and Callum is caught in the middle, as he agrees more with Rayla but feels like he should side more with Ezran, which an Ezran / trio centric conflict along those lines seems to be what we're going to get personally with Runaan / the coins in future seasons

Which, not only is it mostly to keep my English major-y brain sharp and my enclosure enriched (parallels are my perpetual hamster wheel), but it's also like... obviously predicting from theme/motifs isn't perfect, but it does mean you have all the right pieces. Then it just comes from running through the options to assemble what the puzzle might look like, & also thinking through the constraints of structure and run time (ergo I wasn't surprised when Callum didn't figure out the mirror himself in early S4 cause I just didn't think the show would have time for that kind of slow build).

Like following S2 I never really thought Callum's journey with dark magic was precisely over, firstly because I saw him absolutely as someone who would do dark magic / things he morally is against again if put in the exact circumstances he was in S5 (hence the CHET predictions post up above), but also because as our primary mage character and with dark magic being the core ethical dilemma for mage characters in the show, it just didn't make sense to assume that it'd be entirely resolved with a neat little bow 2/6 (since at the time we thought it'd be 6 seasons) in. Like - what? So that's something from an analytical standpoint of characterization, theme, and structure, for example, and TDP gives us a decent amount of time to get used to all those things especially in the first three seasons and then we can kind of build our predictions neatly from there.

So what usually happens is that I'll have a passing thought / gut reaction, think "huh maybe it's something," and then actually think about it for like 2 days to 2 weeks and realize that it loops back in with a lot of other stray thoughts and that there's something Substantial there. It never stops being wild

Anyway this was definitely way too long a response so TLDR; I'm always pleasantly surprised / excited whenever I predict anything correctly and also adore when the show throws me a curve ball (hi Terry <3), and the fun of theorizing (and sometimes throwing spaghetti at the wall) for me comes down to the themes and parallels and fun (fanon if nothing else) possibilities I can find. I love writing meta, speculative or purely analytical, even if/when they're often time consuming. My instincts haven't steered me too 'wrong' with TDP thus far, and I don't think they ever will!

#predictions achieved #tdp #the dragon prince #thanks for asking #firerose #masterpost #arc 1 #arc 2 #that said i did always think if claudia was going to have a partner it should be something tethered to the earth/nature in some way #bc of her mindset(s) and bc of her nature motif in her character design #so terry was both a surprise but not entirely unexpected on that level i suppose. i just never thought she'd have a canon partner #mini meta #analysis series #analysis

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dummerjan · 10 days

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a get to know you better meme

tagged by @zozobruh - Thank you! <333

do you make your bed? No. I do turn turn up the blanket so it can air out but that's it.

what's your favourite number? There's 3, and then 9, then 12, then 16 (but only because that's the day of the month I was born), then 21 (for non-SKAM reasons actually), then 27. 3 is the dominant theme. I like to do things in a set of three, but not compulsively. There's a bit of a system to and a whole story behind the numbers. I could go on a whole spiel. It also goes back to me playing around with words and syllables when I was around 8. I used to collect words with 9 letters.

what is your job? Don't have one.

If you could go back to school would you? What school? Elementary? No thanks. Also not secondary. Or night school. Regular school does not work for me, too autistic and the system too... well, a system. People are assholes, teachers included. Most of my schooling was done via distance learning and I definitely don't want to go back to that either. But also, I am attending school right now (vocational school) and I intend to further my education afterwards. I'd really like to learn how to properly draft and construct patterns and/or acquire the master craftsmen certificate in tailoring (or however you say meinen Meister machen).

can you parallel park? I don't have a license and I hope to make it through life without having to learn how to drive.

a job you had that would surprise people? None.

do you think aliens are real? Earth being the only inhabited place seems unlikely. Though I highly doubt they are how we have pictured alien life forms.

can you drive a manual car? If I did have a license, I'd be able to since that is the norm in Germany.

what's your guilty pleasure? I don't know... really bad smut? I have horrendous taste in that, I really do.

tattoos? I love them on other people, from a single or a few to lots of skin being covered, and all kinds of styles. But I don't have any myself and I don't think I ever will. I just couldn't be bothered. Way too indecisive and uncertain to decide on a design, and then the work put into researching which artists are the best, nevermind that I am scared of needles. And then afterwards it won't look exactly how I pictured it, especially after a few years or even decades. Oh, and the price! I do admire them on other people but I just don't think it's for me, too much hassle and not enough passion for it. (But if I would get tattos, I suspect I would get an Against Me! quote tattooed. Something from True Trans Soul Rebel. And an AJJ one.)

favourite colour? Dark blue.

favourite type of music? *panicked screaming* I listen to way too many artists (or sometimes just a single song) from all over the world and from all kinds of genres. And while there are genres I really like, I rarely will listen to more than a few representatives. But I can say that right now I really enjoy late Soviet/90s Siberian punk (Yanka Dyagileva and Egor Letov).

do you like puzzles? Yep. I don't know who but someone on tumblr got me into online puzzles last summer. (They did a Jeff puzzle.) I like those.

any phobias? No proper phobias.

favourite childhood sport? I didn't really do sports. In fact I hated sports, still do. Worst of all was school sports class, I had a stomach ache every the evening before. But my family was active and we regularly went swimming, rock climbing, hiking. I did horseback riding for several years but it was therapeutic.

do you talk to yourself? In my mind yes, but rarely out loud.

what movie(s) do you adore? I adore Latin American movies though I can't say I have seen too many. (Quemar las naves, María, llena eres de gracia and El cielo dividido are my favourites.) I enjoy Nordic comedies, not just with Mads Mikkelsen but I really do like those. (The last one I watched was Riders of Justice though I really wouldn't classify it as comedy. It has comedic elements.) I like movies with open, ambiguous endings, ones that leave you a bit unsatisfied, ruminating, on edge. When they linger. I don't like it when movies make it easy for me. And above all else I adore Astrid Lindgren movies. I feel like so many conversations I have lead to me mentioning how much I love them but it's true. I really, really do.

coffee or tea? I don't (can't?) drink coffie and when I drink tea, then not black (or any other proper tea) but herbal and spiced tea.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? I think a teacher? I adored and really looked up to my elementary school teacher. I loved German and correcting texts so I wanted to be like her.

tagging @lady-guts @thestrangeillusion @toppingjeffsatur @scattered-stardust @sitron-sunni @die-schwanenkoenigin

#meins #playing tag #i was just done with the other tag game when i was tagged in this one and couldn't resist #but i am going to resist proofreading even if i feel anxious about any mistakes I've made #but i really need to get ready for bet now

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Nasty Naughty Boy || Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: An undercover mission puts you and Steve in a compromising position that will change your relationship forever.

Based on this request

Warnings: Set somewhere after Avengers 1. Shy!Steve, mutual pining, SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little plot (not really), dom/sub dynamics (kinda), dom!reader, sub!steve, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (baby, bad/good boy),

English is not my first language

Word count: 11300

Notes: I'm sorry if it's a little weird, it took me like a month or so to finish this and I had to take a break because of school and exams so the narrative might be a little inconsistent at times.

Also this filth is inspired by Christina Aguilera's song so I highly recommend you to listen to it

One could say that you and Steve were good friends and even better teammates. From the moment you joined the Avengers you and Steve had stuck together, working side by side on the battlefield. At first it was mostly due to the fact that you were the new recruit and he wanted to keep you around to train you and show you how things worked. But you quickly began to realize that you made an excellent pair on the battlefield, so you continued to work together.

One could say that after sharing so much time together, you were more than used to being together. You had shared dingy hotel rooms countless times, spent days inside the same van while surveilling a target. You'd even shared the constricted space of a trunk once, though it hadn't been particularly comfortable—it was a long story. This mission, however, was too much.

It was completely different from the situations you had faced so far and frankly you weren't prepared for something like this. Well, Steve wasn't prepared for something like this. The man was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, confident and precise, a natural leader. But out of danger, Steve was very different. Calm and reserved, and completely useless when it came to women. And you feared this mission had everything to do with women.

"What do you mean it's an adult party?" Steve asked Tony, horror drawn in his expression. He hoped he didn't mean what he thought he was referring to.

"I mean there's going to be all kinds of... adult activities and nothing it's off the table."

"It's a sex party, Steve!" Natasha interjected, tired of Tony's ambiguity.

"Jesus, Nat! I was trying to be gentle with the old man. Do you want to give him a heart attack?"

"Steve is a big boy, he can take it" your voice echoed from across the room, speaking up in defense of your friend. You knew Steve wasn't the innocent boy everyone thought he was, he was just shy and inexperienced. "How does this change things? I mean, we still have to go and find evidence of his activities."

"That's true, but you are going to have to be a lot more... friendly with each other in order to blend in and work without interruptions," Tony spoke with a mischievous smile on his face. "Are you guys sure you're up for the task?"

"Yeah, why not?" you shrugged. You had never been one to run away from difficult situations and after all someone had to take care of it, so why not? You were good at your job and felt comfortable around Steve, so you saw no reason to refuse.

Steve, however, took a few seconds to think about his answer. He knew he was the best person for the job. Although he was sure Tony would be more than happy to take his place if he asked, he knew that wasn't safe. If something went wrong Tony didn't have the strength or the skills to face the situation without a suit. He could get hurt. You could get hurt. And Steve wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something bad happened and he hadn't been there to prevent it.

He knew it made sense for you to go together. You had a lot of chemistry and it wouldn't be hard to pretend you were a couple or something. The problem was that Steve wouldn't be pretending. He was very much in love with you and having you around in a context like that would only make him nervous. He was shy and awkward when it came to women, not because he lacked experience but confidence. In his mind, he was still that skinny guy from Brooklyn that all the women ignored so whenever he saw a pretty girl he assumed she would never turn around to look at him.

But he didn't have a choice now. If he said no he would have to endure Tony's taunts for the rest of his life, treating him like an old virgin. And although Steve had never minded those kinds of labels—virginity was a social construct anyway—, he didn't want to give Tony the satisfaction. Besides, he was at risk of you asking him why he had decided to turn down the mission, and he was afraid he couldn't think of a convincing excuse that wouldn't leave his true feelings exposed.

So, Steve came to the conclusion that the easiest option would be to accept, even if it didn't feel easy at the time.

"Rogers, are you still with us?" Tony's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "If you don't want to do it I'm more than happy to take your place. I have more experience in this kinda stuff anyways."

"No, no, it's fine. I'll do it" Steve assured before Tony started telling details of his past that no one wanted to hear. "How hard can it be?"

It was difficult, much more difficult than Steve had anticipated. For starters, he couldn't help but blush as you discussed the details of the mission, agreeing on the things you were willing to do and what were the boundaries you didn't want to cross. You were basically willing to do anything, feeling confident in yourself and your abilities to keep things professional despite what Steve's closeness might arouse inside you. But he was another story.

It wasn't as if Steve really didn't want to have an excuse to wrap his arms around you and kiss you in front of a crowd of people, claiming you as his own under the gaze of those strangers. There was nothing he wanted more than that, but he didn't feel comfortable doing it. It wasn't fair to you when there was so much he was keeping from you. It felt like he was taking advantage of you. For you it was just another mission, but for him to have your hands all over his body, your lips against his skin, it was a dream come true.

"As much as I find it adorable that you're getting so flustered at the very idea of holding hands, we're gonna have to do something about it" your voice interrupted his thoughts. "We have to convince a whole party that we're there to fuck, you can't get all blushy on me."

"I wasn't blushing," Steve said in a strangled tone, knowing full well that was a lie. He could feel the blood pooling on his cheeks, making his face feel on fire. You looked at him with an arched eyebrow, wondering why he felt the need to lie about something so obvious. Didn't he realize that you knew him better than anyone else?

"Look if you're not comfortable with this I totally get it. You have nothing to prove so you can just take a step back and let me handle this. I can find someone else or we can wait for another opportunity to get this dude." You really didn't want Steve to do something he wasn't comfortable with. You understood that this mission was too much, even for you. You worked well together and had a lot of chemistry, but the lines you would have to cross on this mission could damage your relationship forever. You understood if he didn't want to risk it or if he didn't feel comfortable participating in that kind of event with you. His well-being came first for you. The mission, while important, was not as crucial. You would have other opportunities to catch him or you could go to the event accompanied by another Avenger.

"No no, I want to do this with you," Steve hurried to say, speaking without thinking. When he realized the possible implications of his words he added, "I mean I'm comfortable with you. If I had to do this with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

You smiled at him, feeling a comforting warmth spread through your body at his words. "I'm glad it's with you too."

You extended your hand toward him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Steve's eyes traveled to your intertwined fingers, admiring the way your small, delicate hand fit into his. He loved the contrast, the feel of your soft skin against his. He admitted he didn't have the opportunity to hold your hand as much as he would like, which is why he appreciated that simple touch so much.

"But we really have to do something about your blushing, Captain." you joked with an amused expression. "We need to get comfortable with each other in that way."

"Okay, yeah it makes sense. Where should we start?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a mischievous smile planted on your lips, and Steve knew he would regret asking that question.

You got up from your spot on the couch and extended your hand toward him. Steve watched you for a moment, knowing that if he took it there would be no turning back. You were about to embark on a dangerous journey that would jeopardize your relationship as friends and as teammates. If he got up from that couch he was assured that things would never be the same again between you. And as much as that worried him, he couldn't deny that he was somewhat curious about what the future would hold for you. Not to mention that imagining you carrying out such a mission with someone else sparked jealousy deep inside him. So he put aside his fears and took your hand, letting you lead him down the hallway to your room.

Steve didn't know what was on your mind and was honestly too afraid to ask, so he stayed silent, watching you turn on some soft music as he sat on the edge of your bed. His heart began to beat rapidly against his chest the moment your eyes fell on his, walking in his direction at a slow, torturous pace. He tried not to pay attention to the way your hips contoured with each step, tried to keep his eyes on your face, but ended up failing. It was as if you were doing it on purpose, as if you were actively seeking to drive him crazy.

"I put on some music so we don't have to sit in silence. I thought it might make this a little more comfortable." Your voice was soft, trying to calm the visibly nervous super soldier in front of you. "Steve, look at me," you commanded and his eyes fell on yours immediately, looking up at you with wide eyes. You took a small step forward, settling into the space between his legs to be closer to him. You cupped his face with your hand, your thumb providing gentle caresses over the skin of his cheek. You didn't miss the way Steve leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a few seconds too long as he blinked. "It's just me. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Y-yeah you're right," he cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"It's okay, that's why we're here... to get comfortable with each other," you said in a soft, paused tone as you slowly let your hands explore Steve's body. Your fingers caressed his cheeks, moving down his neck to his shoulders. He was tense, you could feel it in the firm muscles under your hands, and you needed to change that. "Is this okay?" you asked him to make sure you weren't crossing any lines.

It took Steve a few seconds to comprehend what you had said, his brain overwhelmed by the slightest brush of your hands. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine." His voice came out much smaller than he expected and he wanted to punch himself in the middle of the face for being so pathetic.

"You're so tense, Steve. There's no need for any of it." Carefully you began to dig your fingers into his skin, massaging his shoulders and upper back. He closed his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from letting out the moan of pleasure that had formed in his throat. "Relax, it's just us here."

Steve let out a long sigh as his brain tried to command his heart to calm down. Your soft voice helped his nerves, but the way your hands caressed his shoulders and back made his poor heart go out of control. It wasn't easy to relax when he had to fight the urge to confess how he felt about you. He knew it was a bad idea, that it would only complicate things even more between you, so he bit his tongue to avoid saying one word too many. Although with every touch of your hands on his body Steve questioned if he was doing the right thing. He was preserving your friendship and working relationship, but at what cost.

"You can touch me too, you know." Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he opened his eyes to look at you, searching your face for confirmation that he had heard correctly. Instead of repeating your words, you simply slid your fingers down his arms caressing every inch of skin until you reached his hands. Then you took them between your own hands and brought them to your hips. "If we do this you're gonna have to touch me... and I'm gonna have to touch you. People at that party have to belive that we're there to fuck our brains out.”

You took pride in the way you were able to make him blush with just your words. You loved the way he trembled under your touch, looking at you with those big blue eyes full of curiosity and embarrassment. But there was something else flashing in them, a hint of darkness reflected in the pure ocean of his eyes. A stain that inadvertently let you know what was really going through his mind at that moment. It was the glow of desire, struggling to overcome the other emotions that kept it trapped. Steve wanted you. He wanted to touch your body, to feel your warmth against his as he let his hands explore your skin. So why didn't he?

In just an instant the atmosphere in the room changed completely. The goal of preparing for the mission and discussing what your limits were was forgotten after this new discovery. You forgot about the mission, your target and the party. All that occupied your mind was Steve and that little glimmer of hope deep in his eyes. And all you wanted to do was push him to his limit, corner him against a wall until he couldn't hide anymore and had to explain his feelings. Suddenly, the situation became a game to you. One that Steve was destined to lose.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" you asked, settling into his lap before he had time to understand what you meant. With one leg on either side of his body, you made a place for yourself on his thighs, your hands traveling to his shoulders for support. "Is this okay?" your breath mingled with his as you spoke. You were close, too close to each other. And even though it wasn't the first time you'd been in a similar situation, this time it felt different. There was a tension in the air that made it difficult for Steve to breathe, his heart pounding furiously against his chest as he struggled to maintain his composure. He barely managed a nod, not trusting his brain's ability to form a coherent sentence.

"Good. You're doing so good, Steve." The compliment escaped your lips before you realized what you were saying, but you didn't have to worry about having crossed a line. Steve squirmed underneath you, looking up at you with wide eyes. There was something about the soft, low tone of your voice that sparked a flame inside him. It was sweet yet suggestive, leaving him desperate for more. He wanted to hear you praise him again, he was willing to do anything for it.

"Do you think that you're ready for something more?" you asked him and he swallowed hard. Your eyes followed the movement of his Adam's apple, momentarily getting lost in the veins that marked on his neck as you imagined yourself kissing and biting the skin until you left bruises. "Is it okay if I kiss you, Steve?"

"Yes," he said firmly, his eyes never leaving yours. It was the most confident you had heard him talk since you had begun discussing the mission. He was desperate for your touch and you couldn't help but smile, proud of your seduction skills.

Without wasting any more time, you began to lean toward him. You moved incredibly slowly, partly because you wanted to tease Steve—increase the tension until he went crazy— and partly because you wanted to give him time to think and pull back if he wanted to. But he didn't pull away, he remained firm in his decision as his half-open lips longed for the promise of your mouth's caress. He could feel his heart racing faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps against yours as your noses brushed. You placed a hand on his cheek, your fingers gently caressing his skin. He couldn't take it anymore, the anticipation was a torture that was eating him up inside. So Steve decided to take matters into his own hands and took it upon himself to shorten the little distance that separated them.

The kiss began slowly, nothing more than an innocent brushing of lips as you processed the situation and got used to the new sensations coursing through your bodies. Unlike what Steve thought, it didn't take long for you to gain confidence and then your lips began to move faster. He tried to go slow, wanting to savor the moment in case he never had the chance to feel your mouth against his again. He wanted to memorize the texture of your lips and the taste of your mouth, to burn it into his mind so he would never forget. But then your hands found their place in his hair and Steve knew he was screwed.

Your fingers innocently played with his golden locks, twirling and tugging at his hair as you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment. You lost yourself in him, your brain reduced to mush, unable to do anything but respond to his caresses. But then you heard him moan. It was a faint sound that emerged from his throat and vibrated against your lips, but it was still the hottest thing you'd heard in a long time. So naturally you wanted to hear it again. And as you let your tongue explore his mouth, you tugged on his hair once more. This time the sound was clearer, a growl vibrating in his throat as he tightened his grip on your waist.

You felt your clit pulsing between your legs as you let Steve do what he wanted with you, his lips devouring yours with desperation. The kiss that had once begun as innocent turned into a sinful dance as your tongues fought for dominance. Steve's hands slipped under your shirt, arousing a pleasurable tingle on the skin beneath his touch. You could feel the wetness forming between your legs and without realizing it you began to move your hips against Steve's in search of relief. And you found it when your clothed center brushed against the firm bulge in his pants. You both let out moans of pleasure as waves of electricity coursed through your bodies, too lost in the moment to be embarrassed.

But then the voice of the artificial intelligence that was integrated into the Avengers tower interrupted you, snapping you back to the real world.

"Miss Y/N, I'm sorry to bother you, but Mr. Stark is looking for you."

You reluctantly separated from Steve, annoyed at the universe for choosing to interrupt you at that moment. "Tell him I'm on my way," you said to Jarvis, your voice cracking as you tried to catch your breath. When you turned your attention back to Steve you noticed he was looking anywhere but you. His breathing was ragged and his cheeks were flushed. He looked adorable and you had to fight every fiber in your being to not bring your lips together again.

"Steve, are you alright?" you asked him in a soft voice, lifting his chin to force him to look at you. For a second you worried that you had crossed his boundaries.

"Yeah, no, I'm fine... it's just that I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to... I-it won't happen again." Steve mumbled incoherently feeling his face light on fire under your gentle gaze. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get caught up in the moment like that. He should have tried a little harder to keep his composure, to keep a cool head to avoid this mess.

It took you a few seconds to understand what he meant, your brain still overwhelmed by his closeness had difficulty processing his words. But then Steve looked down and you understood that he was referring to the bulge that had formed in his pants. "Oh no, Steve, baby, it's okay," you rushed to say to soothe his embarrassment. "I'm not mad or upset. It's a normal biological reaction, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't mean anything."

Steve bit his tongue to keep from letting out a bitter laugh. That did indeed mean something, it wasn't just a simple mechanical reaction of his body. No, it was a reaction to you, to your closeness, to the warmth of your skin against his and the feel of your lips. You had that effect on him. You were the only woman who could make him feel that way, the only one who could make his cock hard just by kissing him and pulling on his hair. You had him completely at your mercy and you didn't even know it.

"We're not so bad at this," you said as you got up from his lap and walked to the door. "Keep it up and maybe things will go okay." You gave him a smile before disappearing behind the door, leaving an embarrassed Steve sitting on your bed, staring in horror at the challenge the future held for him.

Neither of you mentioned the events of that day again. You both unspokenly agreed to continue with the preparations for the mission as if nothing had happened, trusting that you would have no trouble at all pretending you were together. You thought about confronting Steve several times, telling him that you liked him and that you knew he liked you too, but you always regretted it at the last minute.

It wasn't because you were afraid he would reject you—you were pretty sure he was crazy about you—, but rather because of the effects your confession might cause. The mission ahead of you was very important and you could not afford to be distracted at this time. It was not the right time to start a relationship. You would have plenty of time in the future to explore your feelings, but right now you had to concentrate on the mission. Besides, it was fun to keep up that cat-and-mouse game you had going. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy teasing Steve until his cheeks turned red, so you had no problem waiting a couple of days.

The time quickly flew by between planning meetings and discussions about what information was available to you about your target, which wasn't much. You knew he was smuggling weapons modified with alien technology, and after analyzing many hours of information you had come to the conclusion that he was using these big sex parties as a cover for his business. It made sense, it was an exclusive and private environment that allowed him to control the people who attended. Besides, it was too uncomfortable for most undercover agents to try to infiltrate, so he could do his business in peace and quiet and then go downstairs to enjoy the party. He thought he was being very clever, but he didn't count on the fact that you and Steve were not just an ordinary pair of agents. You were Avengers who weren't going to be scared off by a few kisses and a little intimacy.

After all, you didn't have to do much. Your main objective was to plant a bug in his office so you could hopefully get more information about his plans, and one on him in case he made arrangements with someone at the party outside his office. All you had to do was infiltrate the party, enjoy the event, and find the right time to do your job. It was relatively easy, much easier than other missions you had worked on together. The only big problem you had was that it was a sex party and Steve was the most self-conscious man you knew. But after your little encounter you were confident that things were going to go well.

When the day of the event arrived you both were quite nervous, but found comfort in knowing that you wouldn't have to stay there long. As soon as the bugs were planted you could get the hell out of there and never even think about that kind of party again for the rest of your lives if you wanted to. To be fair, the event wasn't half as weird as Steve had imagined. Yes, there were people making out and groping each other in the corners, and yes, there were a lot of people walking around with almost no clothes on, but it wasn't as terrible as he thought it would be. There was soft, sensual music playing in the background and the lights were dim, creating an intimate atmosphere that helped him feel a little more relaxed.

As soon as you entered the large mansion you could both feel a multitude of eyes on you, studying you from a distance with leering gazes. You ignored them for the moment, heading to the bar for drinks as you settled in.

"Have you seen him?" you asked Steve, raising your glass to your lips.

"Not yet," he said as he scanned the room with his eyes. There was a large group of people dancing on the dance floor just a few feet away from you, a multitude of bodies rubbing against each other to the music in a promise of what the future held. Your target could very well be mingling in the crowd or perhaps sitting somewhere else on the opposite end of the room where you couldn't see him. You just hoped he wasn't in his office closing some deal with one of his associates because then all your effort would be partially in vain.

"Should we go out there and dance?"

"Dance?" repeated Steve with insecurity in his voice. He didn't dance. He didn't do it in the 40s when he actually understood trends and fashions, and he didn't do it now after spending over 70 years frozen. He wasn't good at it and in all the time you had had to prepare him, you hadn't guided him in that area.

"Yeah, you know, to cover more ground, look around without being suspicious."

"Y/N, I-" he mumbled, but couldn't figure out how to finish the sentence. However, you instantly understood what it was that was causing him so much doubt just by looking into his eyes.

"C'mon, it's easy. Just follow my lead," you encouraged him, rising from your seat at the bar and offering him your hand. Steve looked at you for a moment, his eyes traveling from the dance floor to your figure as he gathered the courage to take your hand. Finally he let out a sigh of defeat and downing the last of his drink he followed you to the dance floor.

You pressed your body against his, taking his hands and resting them on your waist. "Just let the music control your body," you whispered against his ear before you began to move. Your hips swayed to the sensual rhythm of the music, your body rubbing against his in an unsubtle way. Steve listened to your advice, letting the melody surrounding him take control of his feet.

Soon you found yourselves immersed in a sinful dance, moving through the sea of people around you as you let your hands explore each other's bodies. The mission was momentarily forgotten as Steve felt your ass rubbing against his crotch. He pushed his hips against you instinctively, desperate to feel your body against his. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers burying themselves in your skin with enough force to leave marks.

Steve was trying to hold back, to keep things professional and not touch you unless strictly necessary, but it was difficult. And it got even harder when you pulled your head back by leaning it over his shoulder and exposing your neck to his hungry eyes. He wanted to bend down and mark you as his, use his lips on your sensitive skin until you were moaning his name. And he was about to do just that. Only a couple of inches separated his lips from your sweet neck, when his eyes caught a glimpse of his target in the distance. His mind came back to its senses at the sight of him, remembering where he was and the reasons why he was there.

You felt Steve's warm breath crash against your neck and you closed your eyes, eagerly awaiting the brush of his lips against your skin. You reveled in the way his body felt against yours, towering over you as his hands explored every inch of your figure. Your heart was racing with each passing second, noticing how his lips were getting closer and closer to your most sensitive spot. But at the last second, his mouth changed course, settling on your ear instead.

"I have eyes on the target," Steve whispered, making you open your eyes in confusion. It took you a few seconds to understand the meaning of his words and then your eyes scanned the room until they met the man you had been sent to spy on.

"Okay, wish me luck," you said, detaching yourself from Steve's body and walking towards your target without looking back.

Seducing him wasn't too difficult, he wasn't exactly the hardest man to charm. A couple of lustful glances from across the room, some flirtatious touching and a short kiss was all you had to do to distract him long enough to plant the bug in his clothes. Then you escaped his clutches with the excuse of going to get a couple of drinks to make the night more interesting. On your way back you sent a text to Natasha, letting her know that one of the mics was already in place. You hoped the Shield techs got something important out of it because you weren't willing to live in a world where you'd had to kiss that nasty guy for nothing.

When you got to the bar you ran into Steve, who had apparently settled in there to wait for you before moving on to the next part of the plan. But to your surprise he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by two women who were clearly interested in him, playfully touching his arms and giggling flirtatiously as they talked. And the worst part was that Steve seemed to be enjoying the attention. You could spot some of the mannerisms that indicated he was a little nervous, but he was playing along with them nonetheless. He was letting them touch him and his eyes lit up when he made them laugh.

The scene made your blood boil, jealousy quickly taking over your mind. What did those women think they were doing, flirting so blatantly with him? Steve was yours and you were his. You were the only woman who should be touching him like that, the only one making him blush. And you weren't about to stand there while those women threatened to take what was yours. So you walked towards them, pushing past the blonde who stood between you and Steve. She gave you a hateful look, but you ignored her as you took Steve's face in your hands and pulled him close to you to close the distance between you with a kiss.

Your lips crashed against his in a desperate kiss. There was nothing sweet and tender in the way your mouths connected, all teeth and tongues as Steve wrapped his arms around your body to pull you closer to him. You were proving a point, marking your territory, and you weren't going to separate from him until he melted in your hands. You were reminding him who he belonged to, who was the only one capable of making his cock hard with just one kiss.

But you were also taking your revenge, punishing him for forgetting about you, for flirting with those women even though you both knew he had no feelings for them. So you let one of your hands explore his body, moving down his abdomen until you reached the bulge in his crotch. You felt him tense a little as you applied some pressure on his member, stimulating him over his clothes. You felt it harden under your palm incredibly fast, sending a surge of confidence through your body. You could feel wetness begin to form in your crotch, the passion of that kiss, Steve's hands on your body and the way he reacted to your touch were a lethal combination that forced you to close your legs in search of friction. However, when Steve let out a moan you broke away understanding that you had proven your point.

Looking around you noticed that the women were nowhere to be seen and you smiled proudly to yourself. "We should continue this upstairs, don't you think?" you said winking at him. You were trying to tell him in a subtle way that it was time to go upstairs to your target's office to finally end this mission once and for all, although the idea of locking yourself in one of the private rooms and doing what you wanted with him was tempting to you.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Steve muttered, a little disoriented. He was still struggling to catch his breath after that kiss and his brain overwhelmed by lust and desire was having trouble processing his surroundings.

You let out a chuckle at Steve's ruined state, pride and confidence swelling in your chest knowing that your touch affected him so much. Taking his hand in yours you led him up the stairs. Apparently there were a series of rooms there meant for people to... love each other in private. Any guest could access them which made your job much easier since there were no security guards or cameras in your way. The only problem you ran into was that the office door was locked, and even that wasn't a big issue. You were excellent at picking locks, so in the blink of an eye you were inside the room planting the bugs as you had planned.

The real problem came later. You were just finishing hiding a mic among the shelves of a bookcase when you saw Steve approaching the door, listening intently to the noises in the hallway with his super hearing. "What is it?" you asked him with some concern.

"He's coming. We need to get out of here."

You hurried to arrange everything as it was, making sure the bug was well hidden. Then you ran to the door, escaping from the scene to avoid being caught. You took the time to re-lock the door, fearing you would arouse suspicion if you didn't do so. As you struggled with the lock you could see out of the corner of your eye a pair of shadows approaching up the stairs, voices getting louder and clearer. When you were done Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you into the first empty room he could find, closing the door behind him.

"Now what do we do?"

"Wait here until he goes back downstairs or Nat gives us the green light to arrest him," Steve said, walking to the king size bed in the middle of the room. He sat down on the dark satin sheets, arranging a pillow on his lap to hide the prominent erection your caresses had caused. He was disappointed in himself. You two were in a pretty dangerous situation and all he could think about was how much he wanted to feel your hands on his body again, only this time without the barrier of clothing separating you.

Steve watched you walk around the room as you inspected your surroundings without much interest. His eyes were glued to your figure, that tight black dress you were wearing hugged your curves in the best way leaving very little to the imagination. He had fantasized about taking it off from the moment he saw you wearing it. You looked beautiful with the fabric wrapped around your body, but he knew you would look even more beautiful with nothing on, completely naked and exposed for him.

Steve knew it was wrong to imagine such things about a teammate–a friend–, but he couldn't help it. His thoughts had only gotten dirtier and dirtier since the first kiss you shared, when he had the chance to feel the warmth of your body against his and hear the sweet sound of your moans. He wanted to feel you again, to hear the sounds of pleasure escape your lips as he took you to the edge. He didn't care if it was weird or creepy, he needed you and he didn't know how much longer he could go without feeling your hands on his body.

"So, are we going to talk about it or we'll just keep dancing around each other like idiots?" you spoke without even looking at him, interrupting his thoughts. Steve tensed, his heartbeat picking up pace as his nerves worsened. How you managed to sound so casual and disinterested was a mystery to him.

"Huh?" Steve murmured anxiously. "W-what do you mean, Y/N?" He knew perfectly well what you meant but still didn't want to be the one to say it. He wasn't willing to expose himself until he was absolutely sure it would be worth it.

"Really?" you said, turning to look at him with an arched eyebrow. "So we have to keep pretending that you are not hiding your bulge under that pillow?"

Steve's cheeks turned red in a matter of seconds, his mouth dropping ajar as his brain struggled to find the words to respond. He could barely maintain eye contact with you, terrified by your reaction and embarrassed by how little control he had over his body when you were around. "Y/N, I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I-" he tried to apologize, salvage some of what dignity he had left and hopefully avoid ruining your relationship forever, but stopped when you silenced him.

"It's okay, Steve. I'm not mad," you assured him as you approached him. "I'm actually really fucking turned on because I've never been with a guy that was so sensitive to my touch." You leaned into him, grabbing the pillow from his lap and tossing it across the room. Steve's eyes were glued to yours, completely captivated by your presence. You hadn't touched him yet and his breathing was picking up, pure anticipation coursing through his veins.

When you settled into his lap he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a sigh of joy. He had waited so long to feel your body against his again, he was desperate. His hands found their place on your waist as your fingers fiddled with his hair.

"I know you want me, Steve," you whispered in his ear in a sensual voice. "And I want you too... so let's do something about it."

Without wasting another second, you crashed your lips against Steve's. Your lips moved hungrily, exploring each other's mouths expertly. You both had waited too long for this moment and now that it was happening you didn't have enough patience to take it slow. You wanted to feel each other's body and you wanted to do it now.

Your fingers tangled in Steve's soft blond hair, using it as leverage to tilt his head to your liking to deepen the kiss even more. His hands tightened their grip on your waist, pressing you against his growing erection. When you rolled your hips you both let out a moan, breaking the kiss for a moment to enjoy the waves of electricity that coursed through your bodies. Your ragged breaths collided as your bodies moved in search of friction, your faces always staying just inches apart.

You took a moment to remove Steve's shirt, your trembling fingers struggling against the tiny buttons. The outfit highlighted his muscles in a delicious way, but you wanted to feel his warm skin under your fingers. Once he was freed from the dark fabric, you allowed your hands to explore his chest and abdomen as you trailed your wet kisses down his neck. You sucked and nibbled on every inch of exposed skin, searching for that special spot that would make him turn to mush beneath you. When you found it, Steve tilted his head to the side to give you more room to work, loving the sensation your lips on his neck aroused in him. His hands traveled to the zipper of your dress, yanking it down to expose more of your body to his hungry hands.

"Y/N, please I need you... I need to feel you," Steve implored in a deep voice that awakened a rush of pleasure inside you.

"Oh I know, baby. I know you do," you said, rising from the crook of his neck to look into his eyes. They were dark, much darker than normal, lust and desire being the only distinguishable emotions in his gaze. The slightly condescending tone of your words did nothing but widen his pupils, his cock twitching with pleasure inside his pants. "But you've been a bad boy... hiding your feelings from me, flirting with those women behind my back..." you clicked your tongue in disapproval. "And bad boys don't get to cum that easily."

You placed your hand on his member, applying some pressure to tease him. He lifted his hips toward you, letting out a groan of pleasure and frustration. He was so hard you were pretty sure it hurt, but you didn't care. "You have to earn it, Captain. Show me that you can be good and maybe I'll take pity on you and let you cum."

"I- fuck, I can be good, I can be good... please," Steve managed to mumble, fighting the haze in his mind to form a coherent sentence. He couldn't believe how much your dominant tone turned him on. It drove him crazy to the point that he was willing to do whatever you asked of him just to please you. He wanted to be good for you, not only so he could finally relieve his painfully hard cock, but also to please you. He was dying to hear you say that he was a good boy.

"We'll see about that," you whispered against his lips before catching them in a slow, sensual kiss that stole his breath away. When you broke away you rose from your place on his lap taking the opportunity to finish removing your dress. You slowly slid the fabric down your body, making a show of it in front of Steve's hungry gaze. The dress fell down your hips to pool at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and high heels in front of him.

Steve's eyes admired your figure as you stepped out of your dress and kicked it to the side. The red lace embellished your skin in the most exquisite way, hugging the curves of your breasts and pushing them upward, inviting his hands to touch them. It didn't do an excellent job of covering your private parts—he could make out your perky nipples through the fabric—, but it covered enough to make Steve feel the urgent need to tear the clothes off your body. He wanted to see you completely, to admire every detail on your skin. He needed it.

"On your knees, big boy," you commanded and Steve didn't need to be told twice. He slid onto his knees in a matter of seconds, looking up at you with hungry, expectant eyes. You reached out to touch his hair and he closed his eyes at the caress, leaning into your hand. You bit your lip to keep from letting out a moan, amazed at the way Steve reacted to your touch. There was something so erotic about having such a big strong man surrendered at your feet, kneeling in front of you waiting for you to command him on what to do. You honestly could have cum just by looking at him. He looked so desperate, completely surrendered to your mercy as he waited patiently for you to do what you wanted with him. It was the hottest scene you had ever witnessed in your life.

"I want you to put this mouth of yours to good use," you said, sliding your hand up to his cheeks, trapping his mouth between your thumb and forefinger to push out his lips. "Show me how much you want me, Captain, and then you can have your relief."

Steve didn't waste a second, his hands ripping off your panties before he pulled your body close to his face. You let out a gasp of surprise, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't find his desperation arousing. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder to gain better access to your pussy, using his strong hands to hold you firmly in place. Then without any warning, he licked a long line from your center to your clit. You both moaned, you at the sensation of his lips on your most sensitive part, him at the sweet taste of your arousal.

"Oh fuck," you exclaimed throwing your head back as you enjoyed the assault of his tongue on your clit. "Just like that, baby, don't stop."

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body, pure ecstasy traveling along your veins in rhythm with your racing heart. You found it impossible to contain your moans as Steve fed on your sweet nectar, licking your folds like a starving man. Having him kneeling between your legs so willing to please you gave you a sense of power and confidence that made everything more pleasurable. It was as if he had forgotten about his own pleasure entirely, concentrating solely on making your legs go limp. Steve was so much bigger and stronger than you, he could overpower you with ease, use his super strength to throw you on the bed and do whatever he wanted with you. The fact that he didn't let you know that he wanted this as much as you did. Steve was choosing to submit to you, giving himself completely while using his mouth to please you just as you had asked. And that was perhaps the most arousing thing of the whole night.

"S-so good to me, Steve... so fucking good," you praised him between ragged breaths. Your words motivated him to continue, desperate to hear you praise him one more time.

Steve closed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, drawing a loud moan from you. Your hands traveled to his hair, fingers gripping the blond locks for support. The act caused Steve's cock to twitch inside his pants and a growl vibrated deep in his throat.

"Oh you like that, don't you baby?" you said, half laughing and half moaning as you remembered that Steve had had the same reaction when you pulled his hair as you made out in your room. "Who would have thought that Captain America was such a nasty, naughty boy?" you added in a condescending tone.

"Only for you," he mumbled against your core. He was looking up at you adoringly, his big blue eyes shining with a special glint. It was a light that contrasted with the deep, dark lust in them. It took you a few seconds to understand that with those simple words he was trying to express how he really felt about you.

"That's right, you're mine, Steve... and I'm yours," you admitted your feelings as well, feeling a comforting warmth run through you at finally being able to put your emotions into words.

Hearing that his feelings were reciprocated gave Steve a new rush of confidence. He gave you a playful half-smile before continuing his assault on your pussy, determined to make you cum. His tongue caressed your clit, licking and sucking on your bundle of nerves as his fingers played with your entrance. It didn't take him long to insert the first digit, the juices of your arousal acting as the perfect lubricant. Your warm velvety walls received it gladly, tightening around it as he began to move it in search of your most sensitive spot. When he found it Steve added a second finger using them both to torture your G-spot as his tongue attacked your clit.

"Yes, oh god, right there... I'm so close, baby," you cried out in pleasure, moving your hips in rhythm with Steve's fingers as you chased your orgasm. "Are you gonna be a good boy and make me cum? Yeah? F-fuck, don't stop."

You could feel the knot in your belly tightening more and more, the world around you becoming a blur as you lost yourself in the pleasure Steve was making you feel. You used the leg resting on his shoulder as leverage to pull him even closer to you, the heel of your shoe digging lightly into his back as you pressed him against your pussy. He loved every second of it. The pain mixed with pleasure, the way your hips moved against his face, the sweet taste of your arousal and how your velvety walls closed around his fingers almost sucking them inside you. Steve loved knowing that it was him who had brought you to that state of total euphoria and desperation, proving that you were just as screwed as he was.

"Cum for me, please. I need it, I need to feel you cum all over my fingers and tongue, please" Steve encouraged you, his voice hoarse and broken with pleasure. It was the hottest thing you had ever heard and it was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a scream of his name, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as the pleasure consumed you completely. Your legs trembled, threatening to drop you if not for Steve's strong grip on your hips. He continued to assault your pussy, licking up every last drop of arousal you had to offer him and prolonging your climax.

"Are you okay?" Steve's soft voice brought you back to reality. Your eyes struggled to focus on him, the world around you a blur that your brain overwhelmed with pleasure struggled to process.

Your eyes met Steve's as he looked up at you from his position between your legs, big blue orbs filled with worry. The way he cared about you was adorable and so erotic. The innocence in his gaze contrasted with your arousal shining on his lips and chin, igniting a new flame inside you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm more than okay," you murmured as you pulled your leg off his shoulder and stood up on your feet with some help from Steve. "That was..." You struggled to find a word that could describe the ecstasy you felt, but there simply weren't any. All the words in the English language fell short when it came to describe the way Steve made you feel, not only sexually but emotionally as well. "Come here," you said, lifting him up to stand so you could kiss him and show him how good he had made you feel.

You tasted yourself on his mouth, moaning as you sucked his bottom lip between yours. Steve kissed you back with the same enthusiasm, his hands exploring your body and making their way to your bra. You allowed him to unclasp it—which he did surprisingly quickly—and you didn't even pull away from his mouth to slide it off your body. His hands took your breasts immediately, his fingers playing with your hardened nipples as if he knew exactly what to touch and how to do it to fuel the flames inside you.

"You've been so good to me, Steve" you whispered against his lips, your voice low and seductive as your fingers struggled with the zipper of his pants. "So, so good, baby. And you deserve your reward, don't you think, Captain?" you knelt in front of him as you slowly removed his pants, making sure he felt the brush of your fingers moving down his legs.

"Yes! Please, I've been so good to you," Steve begged in a broken voice and you grinned mischievously as you discovered you didn't even have to ask him to do it.

"You think you earned it, huh?" you continued your torture, taking the time to remove his shoes and socks before running your hands up his legs again until you reached his underwear. Your fingers played with the elastic of his boxers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Yes, yes! Please, give it to me."

"And what is it that you want, baby?"

"I want you and whatever it is you're willing to give me."

“Oh, really? Well that it’s so nice of you to say, Captain.” You smiled at him and Steve was alarmed. He knew that naughty look couldn't mean anything good for him. He was desperate, his cock was so hard it hurt. The tip was dripping precum like it was crying for attention. But he wasn't going to force you to do anything you didn't want to do. He was going to take whatever you wanted to give him and feel grateful that his dirtiest fantasies had come true.

"So what if I just want to torture you for a little while longer?" you asked him with amusement in your voice as your hands traveled to his cock. Steve let out a sigh of anticipation as he felt your fingers on the sensitive skin of his member and you smiled, noticing how desperate he was for some relief. You took the opportunity to stick out your tongue and lick a line from the base of his cock to the tip, paying special attention to the swollen, reddened skin covered in precum.

"I- fuckk, I'll take it," Steve managed to say, his eyes closed as he tried to control himself. Even though now you were the one kneeling on the floor, it was clear that you were still in control of the situation. And Steve wouldn't have it any other way. He found that he loved to obey you, to let you do what you wanted with him. He had never considered himself a submissive man, not in his daily life and not in bed, but with you it was different. With you everything was different.

"That's my good boy," you said, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucking to reward him, your tongue savoring the salty taste of his arousal. Steve groaned, his muscles tensing as he struggled to keep from thrusting his hips into you.

"I think you earned your reward, Captain," you added, rising from your place on the floor. He opened his eyes, looking at you with excitement and anticipation, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "You've been such a good boy for me, you deserve some relief... So, I want you to use me, Steve. Use me for your pleasure."

He didn't need to be told twice. In a matter of seconds he had you spread out on the bed beneath him as his lips attacked yours with desperation. Even though Steve was in great need of some relief, he took his time with you, letting his hands explore your body and his mouth kiss every inch of skin within reach. Now you were the one shifting beneath him in search of friction, you were the one being tortured as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked, sending waves of electricity throughout your nervous system. Your core tightened around nothing as he took the time to explore your body, but you didn't complain. That was exactly what you wanted, for Steve to make you his any way he wanted, to use your body for his pleasure just as you had done with him minutes before. So as much as it was torture, you enjoyed every second of it.

Steve wasn't doing it on purpose. He wasn't seeking to get back at you for making him wait for some relief or to make you feel the same desperation he felt. No. He was doing this for his own pleasure. He enjoyed having you underneath him gasping in pleasure. He enjoyed the warmth of your body and the softness of your skin against his lips. He wanted to memorize every curve of your figure, every moan that escaped from your mouth. It all still felt a little unreal to him so he wanted to make sure to burn this moment into his memory including every little detail.

"Steve, please" you begged when you weren't able to take any more. It was like waking him from a trance, your voice bringing him back to reality and reminding him that there were much more pleasant things you could be doing with the limited time you had.

He took pity on you and positioned himself properly between your legs. He stroked his member a couple of times, his hand going up and down in an almost hypnotic motion, before pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked you, making sure you were both on the same page.

"Yes, please. I need you" you told him and that was all Steve needed to hear to continue.

He slowly slid every inch of his cock inside you, filling you to the brim. He was big and despite how well lubricated you were it took your walls a moment to get used to his size. He held still, giving you time to adjust to him as he lost himself in the warmth of your core. He was not the most sexually experienced man, but being inside you was unlike any previous experience he had ever had. It wasn't just the way your muscles clenched around his cock, but also the way his heart fluttered with joy at being connected to you in such an intimate way. He felt complete and that was something he had not experienced in any of his previous sexual encounters.

When you rocked your hips against his, Steve knew he could start moving. He set a slow, sensual pace, allowing himself to feel every little twitch of the muscles inside you with each drag of his dick. He lost himself completely in you, intoxicating himself with the scent of your perfume as your bodies melted into one.

The delicious sensation of your warm velvety walls closing around his member was almost too much. The way you clung to him, pulling him into you every time he moved his hips outward drove him crazy. "Such a perfect pussy for me, all wet and tight.... taking me so well" Steve murmured incoherently against the skin of your neck, increasing the speed of his movements.

The slow, sensual rhythm of his thrusts became fast and desperate. Each movement brought you closer to the edge and you couldn't wait any longer to feel the sweet relief you so desperately needed. Steve tilted your hips, his hands clinging to your skin as his thrusts reached deeper, grazing your g-spot with each little stroke. It didn't take long before you were a mess under him, crying out in pleasure every time he dragged his cock inside you. The knot in your belly began to tighten, waves of electricity running through you as you got closer to the edge.

Your moans increased in volume and level of desperation, turning into a series of incoherent whimpers as Steve played your body like an instrument. He was a quick learner, needing only a couple of minutes to figure out what made you tick, memorizing your sensitive spots and the way your body reacted to his attacks. He loved hearing you moan, your voice was the sweetest melody and he was willing to do anything to keep listening to it. Every praise, every plea for more, every mention of his name that escaped your lips brought him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Steve. Don't stop, baby, right there" you moaned in desperation, feeling your orgasm approaching. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, searching for something to help you connect with the real world as your brain overwhelmed with pleasure became lost in the sensations. "I'm so close, Steve. Please, don't stop."

"I can feel that... gripping me so tight, f-fuck," he murmured against your lips, giving you a sloppy wet kiss before moving his hand down to your pussy to play with your clit. "Are you gonna come for me?"

"Yes, yes! But I want to feel you first. I want you to cum inside me, Steve. Please, I need you to fill me up, pleaseee" you cried out in pleasure, not caring how pathetic you sounded.

Steve had never heard something so hot, every word going straight to his cock and bringing him closer to his orgasm. He noticed a single tear rolling down your cheek and it drove him crazy. The idea that you were so desperate to feel his cum inside you was more than he could take at the moment.

"You want me to fill you up, huh? You want to feel my cum dripping out of your sweet little cunt? Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Please, give it to me. I need to feel you cum inside me, please." you cried out as you dragged your fingernails down Steve's back. You were trying to hold in your orgasm, wanting to explode with pleasure at the same time he did, but it wasn't easy. The pace at which his hips were moving was devastating and the assault of his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves sent waves of electricity throughout your body.

"Oh fuck, you're so good to me, Y/N... so good," he murmured incoherently against the skin of your neck, letting his feelings take over as he chased his orgasm.

Steve's thrusts became faster and sloppier, his sensitive cock throbbing inside you with each stroke. You moved your hips along with his, purposefully tightening your muscles around his member to push him over the edge. He tried to warn you that he was about to cum, but his orgasm hit him with a force that left him unable to utter a single word. He could only let out a series of grunts against your neck as he released his load inside you, painting your walls with his cum. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his hot seed, his pleasure triggering your own orgasm.

"That's it, take it. Take all of me, there you go, nice and deep" you heard Steve say in the distance as your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body convulsed beneath him, wave after wave of electricity traveling through your nervous system, but that didn't stop him. Steve continued to move his hips against yours, fucking his cum into you and prolonging your orgasm.

It was too much, your poor overstimulated pussy was begging for mercy and more at the same time, confused about what it wanted. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced in your life and if it wasn't because you were tired you probably would have tried to go for a second round. You were sure Steve wouldn't have had a problem either, judging by the amount of cum that resided inside you and the way his half-hard cock kept moving inside you you assumed he wouldn't even need to rest for it. You were really tempted, but in the end you decided not to put up any resistance when he pulled out of you.

You felt incredibly empty when he rolled over to the side, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing Steve's cock. Though you could still feel his cum sliding down your thighs and that was enough to keep a smile on your face as you struggled to catch your breath.

"God, that was..." Steve said between ragged breaths, searching for the right words to describe what he was feeling.

"Late," you completed his sentence and you both let out a laugh. "We should have done that a long time ago."

"Yeah, but luckily we have the rest of our lives to catch up." He leaned over to you, taking your cheek in his hand to pull you closer to him and give you a soft kiss on the lips. It was much slower than the ones you had shared so far, filled with emotion. It was a promise, a subtle way of telling you that he was more than willing to bet on your relationship if that was what you wanted too. It made your heart race and butterflies flutter through your stomach.

However, the beautiful moment was interrupted by the incessant buzzing of your phone resting inside your purse somewhere in the room. Letting out a grunt of annoyance, you broke away from Steve in search of the device, finding on it several messages from Natasha about the mission you were supposed to be leading.

"Yeah, just not right now," you said after typing a quick reply to your friend. "Nat says they got the information they needed about a future meeting and a possible buyer so we should probably get going before something goes wrong."

"Oh yes, you're right." Steve got out of bed, looking for his clothes in the mess of forgotten garments on the floor. His cheeks had turned a subtle shade of pink, ashamed that he'd lost control like that and ended up having sex with you in the middle of a mission.

“Although I wouldn't mind if you paid me a visit in my room later for round 2.”

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