#Asset Signals

[seoexpert1120]

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[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Woke American gymnast & bully Simone Biles to Riley Gaines: "you look like a male...you're truly sick...[a] straight up sore loser"

[the-potus-is-a-russian-asset]

I know it is nearly impossible for the followers of the Divine Orange Traitor to acknowledge reality. However, just try and imagine what the Putin propaganda machine at Fox News would be saying if this had happened during the Obama or Biden administration. Sean Hannity would be having a little bitch on air meltdown every night calling for the president to be impeached. However, when their traitor and chief places such an incompetent drunk in charge of the military, nothing but 100% pure bullshit spin spewing 24/7.

[clockworksheep2]

me when i panic bc i feel trapped in a bad place but i can't leave the house to go to centre bc they're going to be at the swimming pool today and i'm scared to go for a walk by myself because there is a very impulsive and actively suicidal part near front, but ohhh god i need to do Something but there's nothing to do. i want to play piano or accordion but it is lunch time so i have to be quiet for parents upstairs so they can eat in peace and also idk if brother is awake yet. i want to work on some art stuff but i feel like i'm going to get in trouble for some reason if i do that???

[curiousquill1]

How Portfolio Management Firms Use Advanced Data Analytics to Transform Investment Strategies

Portfolio management firms are experiencing an innovative shift in how they make funding selections. Gone are the days of gut-feeling investments and conventional stock-picking methods. Today's wealth management firms are harnessing the notable electricity of statistics analytics to create extra sturdy, sensible, and strategically sound investment portfolio management procedures.

The Financial Landscape: Why Data Matters More Than Ever

Imagine navigating a complicated maze blindfolded. That's how investment decisions used to feel earlier than the data revolution. Portfolio control corporations now have access to unheard-of stages of facts, remodelling blind guesswork into precision-centered strategies.

The international economic actions are lightning-fast. Market conditions can change in milliseconds, and traders need partners who can adapt quickly. Sophisticated information analysis has grown to be the cornerstone of a successful funding portfolio control, permitting wealth control corporations to:

Predict market trends with first-rate accuracy.

Minimize chance via comprehensive data modelling.

Create personalized funding strategies tailor-made to your wishes.

Respond to worldwide economic shifts in close to actual time.

The Data-Driven Approach: How Modern Firms Gain an Edge

Top-tier portfolio control corporations aren't simply amassing records—they are interpreting them intelligently. Advanced algorithms and machine-learning techniques permit these corporations to gather large amounts of facts from more than one asset, inclusive of:

Global marketplace indexes

Economic reviews

Corporate economic statements

Geopolitical news and developments

Social media sentiment analysis

By integrating these diverse record streams, wealth management corporations can develop nuanced investment strategies that move a ways past conventional economic analysis.

Real-World Impact: A Case Study in Smart Data Usage

Consider a mid-sized portfolio management firm that transformed its approach via strategic statistics utilization. Imposing superior predictive analytics, they reduced customer portfolio volatility by 22%, even as they preserved competitive returns. This is not simply variety-crunching—it's approximately offering true monetary protection and peace of mind.

Key Factors in Selecting a Data-Driven Portfolio Management Partner

When evaluating investment portfolio management offerings, sophisticated traders should search for companies that demonstrate

Transparent Data Methodologies: Clear reasons for ways information influences funding decisions

Cutting-Edge Technology: Investment in superior predictive analytics and system mastering

Proven Track Record: Demonstrable achievement in the use of facts-pushed strategies

Customisation Capabilities: Ability to tailor techniques to individual risk profiles and monetary goals

The Human Touch in a Data-Driven World

While data analytics presents powerful insights, the most successful portfolio control firms firmsrecognizee that generation complements—however in no way replaces—human knowledge. Expert monetary analysts interpret complicated fact patterns, including critical contextual knowledge that raw algorithms cannot.

Emotional Intelligence Meets Mathematical Precision

Data does not simply represent numbers; it tells testimonies about financial landscapes, enterprise tendencies, and ability opportunities. The best wealth control firms translate these records and memories into actionable, personalized investment techniques.

Making Your Move: Choosing the Right Portfolio Management Partner

Selecting a portfolio control firm is a deeply personal selection. Look beyond flashy advertising and marketing and observe the firm's proper commitment to records-pushed, wise investment techniques. The right companion will offer:

Comprehensive statistics evaluation

Transparent communication

Personalised investment approaches

Continuous strategy optimisation

Final Thoughts: The Future of Intelligent Investing

Portfolio control firms standing at the forefront of the data revolution are rewriting the guidelines of the funding method. By combining advanced technological abilities with profound financial understanding, those companies provide buyers something that is, in reality, transformative: self-assurance in an unsure monetary world.

The message is obvious: in current investment portfolio management, facts aren't always simply information—they are the important thing to unlocking unparalleled financial potential.

[signode-blog]

Valuation Lines

Mastering Market Analysis with Valuation Lines Indicator: A Comprehensive Guide In the vast sea of financial markets, navigating with precision requires tools that can decipher the intricate patterns of value and sentiment. One such tool that has gained significant traction among traders and investors is the Valuation Lines Indicator. Whether you’re a seasoned market participant or a novice…

[eeksburner]

Lover

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader

I cannot stop thinking about Ghost and being a cute domestic wife for him

Tw: Intense gender roles, kinda stalker Simon, smut if you squint

(Note: I am not a tradwife nor do I condone forcing gender roles and societal pressures onto anyone, I just wanna be a cutesy wife for Simon Riley)

Simon prefers you call him Simon over Ghost. He thinks that since he's literally married to you, there's no reason for you to call him by his call sign. Calling him Simon is much more intimate for him and he likes separating you from everything he endures as Ghost. He just wants to be your Simon.

He knows he's gone for long periods of time. Time you spend not talking to him or doing couple things. He makes up for it, though, by doing anything you want when he's at home. If you're tired of planning, he's got you. Simon has a whole list of random things to suggest when you just want to be taken care of without worry.

He LOVES spoiling you. In his line of work, he gets down and dirty. He loves knowing you don't have to do anything of the sort (unless you want to). He pays for your nails to keep them pretty, unlike his dirty, battered ones. He will get you monthly subscriptions to whatever you want, beauty boxes, gaming passes, entertainment, etc. All luxuries he can't experience while at work. Simon knowing you're the opposite of him, clean, spoiled, safe, is enough to keep him working forever. Giving you everything he can't have. His love isn't all monetary, but a lot of it is when he's away.

Simon loves watching you. He gets major anxiety about you when he's away. To help with this, he installed security cameras in and around the house. When he gets the luxury of a WiFi signal, he'll check in on you. If you happen to see a little green light flash on while eating, relaxing, cooking, or any other mundane task, you'll offer him a smile and a wave. Sometimes you'll blow him a kiss (or give him a private show).

We all know Simon is physically fit, but that doesn't mean he has any type of expectation for you. He loves whatever you have to offer him, as long as you're in good mental and physical health (remember, being physically healthy comes in different shapes and sizes!) Simon is completely enamored with you. He believes he was blessed to be the only man on earth to be married to a real goddess. He would build a statue of you by hand (if he wasn't so bad at any type of art). If you want to go to the gym, he'll buy you the best membership he can. If you don't, he'll buy you something else that occupies your time.

Simon loves feeding into your hobbies, whatever they may be. Coming home and seeing something new you created or hearing about something you've learned makes his day 10x brighter.

You love cooking for him. It took a lot to break down his walls and food is one of them. He appreciates the time and effort it takes to plan and execute a meal as well as the skill needed to cook as well as you do. The best brands and foods for his wife only! Nothing makes him feel more full of you and your love than when he's eating something you've made for him, other than when he praises you and you get a little twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your face.

You also happen to love keeping the house nice for him. You clean fairly often, though it's not hard to keep up after one person (and any pets you may have). You like knowing he's trusted you with one of his largest assets, his home. It gives you a sense of power knowing you're the only person who controls what kind of house he comes home to. Messy, clean, minimal, tacky, bright, dark, etc. Simon appreciates anything and everything you do for the house. Knowing you've gotten everything taken care of and decorated in a way you both like is like heaven to him and lifts a huge weight off his shoulders. He loves smelling a clean house after smelling nothing but dirt, blood, gun powder, and stinky men for days. (He couldn't care less if the house was a cardboard box, as long as you were there and you still loved him.)

If you want to work, go to school, learn a trade, or be a stay at home, he supports you. You don't even have to explain yourself to him, Simon trusts you so much that even if you were to say "I don't know" he would hear trumpets because an angel just spoke to him.

Nsfw: Despite what people may think, Simon typically isn't a dom. He spend a majority of his time directing people and being an authoritative figure at work. That isn't even mentioning how tolling it can be knowing you took a life and the physical exhaustion his work takes. He likes being taken care of, however you see fit. Sometimes he'll be a dom, but only if he's been away from work and needs to let off some steam.

The sweetest ever. Cuddles, words of affirmation, snacks, whatever you need. He feels as though his sole purpose since he met you is to make you feel like nothing less than a deity. Sometimes he'll get insecure over his ability to take care of you or not being around, but one kiss from you, perfect you, and the perfect life you maintain for you both and it fades away.

Overall, Simon Riley is the hottest, most doting husband to exist, ever.

[nasa]

All-Star Moments in Space Communications and Navigation

How do we get information from missions exploring the cosmos back to humans on Earth? Our space communications and navigation networks – the Near Space Network and the Deep Space Network – bring back science and exploration data daily.

Here are a few of our favorite moments from 2024.

1. Hip-Hop to Deep Space

The stars above and on Earth aligned as lyrics from the song “The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)” by hip-hop artist Missy Elliott were beamed to Venus via NASA’s Deep Space Network. Using a 34-meter (112-foot) wide Deep Space Station 13 (DSS-13) radio dish antenna, located at the network’s Goldstone Deep Space Communications Complex in California, the song was sent at 10:05 a.m. PDT on Friday, July 12 and traveled about 158 million miles from Earth to Venus — the artist’s favorite planet. Coincidentally, the DSS-13 that sent the transmission is also nicknamed Venus!

NASA's PACE mission transmitting data to Earth through NASA's Near Space Network.

2. Lemme Upgrade You

Our Near Space Network, which supports communications for space-based missions within 1.2 million miles of Earth, is constantly enhancing its capabilities to support science and exploration missions. Last year, the network implemented DTN (Delay/Disruption Tolerant Networking), which provides robust protection of data traveling from extreme distances. NASA’s PACE (Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem) mission is the first operational science mission to leverage the network’s DTN capabilities. Since PACE’s launch, over 17 million bundles of data have been transmitted by the satellite and received by the network’s ground station.

A collage of the pet photos sent over laser links from Earth to LCRD and finally to ILLUMA-T (Integrated LCRD Low Earth Orbit User Modem and Amplifier Terminal) on the International Space Station. Animals submitted include cats, dogs, birds, chickens, cows, snakes, and pigs.

3. Who Doesn’t Love Pets?

Last year, we transmitted hundreds of pet photos and videos to the International Space Station, showcasing how laser communications can send more data at once than traditional methods. Imagery of cherished pets gathered from NASA astronauts and agency employees flowed from the mission ops center to the optical ground stations and then to the in-space Laser Communications Relay Demonstration (LCRD), which relayed the signal to a payload on the space station. This activity demonstrated how laser communications and high-rate DTN can benefit human spaceflight missions.

4K video footage was routed from the PC-12 aircraft to an optical ground station in Cleveland. From there, it was sent over an Earth-based network to NASA’s White Sands Test Facility in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The signals were then sent to NASA’s Laser Communications Relay Demonstration spacecraft and relayed to the ILLUMA-T payload on the International Space Station.

4. Now Streaming

A team of engineers transmitted 4K video footage from an aircraft to the International Space Station and back using laser communication signals. Historically, we have relied on radio waves to send information to and from space. Laser communications use infrared light to transmit 10 to 100 times more data than radio frequency systems. The flight tests were part of an agency initiative to stream high-bandwidth video and other data from deep space, enabling future human missions beyond low-Earth orbit.

The Near Space Network provides missions within 1.2 million miles of Earth with communications and navigation services.

5. New Year, New Relationships

At the very end of 2024, the Near Space Network announced multiple contract awards to enhance the network’s services portfolio. The network, which uses a blend of government and commercial assets to get data to and from spacecraft, will be able to support more missions observing our Earth and exploring the cosmos. These commercial assets, alongside the existing network, will also play a critical role in our Artemis campaign, which calls for long-term exploration of the Moon.

On Monday, Oct. 14, 2024, at 12:06 p.m. EDT, a SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket carrying NASA’s Europa Clipper spacecraft lifts off from Launch Complex 39A at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida.

6. 3, 2, 1, Blast Off!

Together, the Near Space Network and the Deep Space Network supported the launch of Europa Clipper. The Near Space Network provided communications and navigation services to SpaceX’s Falcon Heavy rocket, which launched this Jupiter-bound mission into space! After vehicle separation, the Deep Space Network acquired Europa Clipper’s signal and began full mission support. This is another example of how these networks work together seamlessly to ensure critical mission success.

Engineer Adam Gannon works on the development of Cognitive Engine-1 in the Cognitive Communications Lab at NASA’s Glenn Research Center.

7. Make Way for Next-Gen Tech

Our Technology Education Satellite program organizes collaborative missions that pair university students with researchers to evaluate how new technologies work on small satellites, also known as CubeSats. In 2024, cognitive communications technology, designed to enable autonomous space communications systems, was successfully tested in space on the Technology Educational Satellite 11 mission. Autonomous systems use technology reactive to their environment to implement updates during a spaceflight mission without needing human interaction post-launch.

A first: All six radio frequency antennas at the Madrid Deep Space Communication Complex, part of NASA’s Deep Space Network (DSN), carried out a test to receive data from the agency’s Voyager 1 spacecraft at the same time.

8. Six Are Better Than One

On April 20, 2024, all six radio frequency antennas at the Madrid Deep Space Communication Complex, part of our Deep Space Network, carried out a test to receive data from the agency’s Voyager 1 spacecraft at the same time. Combining the antennas’ receiving power, or arraying, lets the network collect the very faint signals from faraway spacecraft.

Here’s to another year connecting Earth and space.  

Make sure to���follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

The op was simple.

Clear the compound. Extract the asset. Minimal resistance. Standard recon-to-assault format. Everyone was locked in—tight comms, clean sweep, until the moment something shifted.

You entered the northeast wing alone. Ghost to your west. Soap on perimeter. Gaz was with you, clearing rooms. He was talking—just chatter, light stuff to cut the tension.

Then he said it. "This place feels like a blacksite. Creepy as fuck. Probably where they trained ghosts like you."

It was a joke.

But something about that phrase—"ghosts like you"—landed wrong.

You stopped mid-step. Breath caught. Your eyes flicked to the wall. White tiles. Metal table. Drain in the center of the floor. Same as the facility from before. The first one. The one where they kept you awake for 96 hours and told you, “You’ll be more useful once we strip the human parts out.”

You blinked—but the room didn’t change. Your hands clenched. Muscles locked. Your heart didn’t race—it slowed. Like your body was shutting down everything unnecessary to enter something older. Deeper. Violent. You weren’t in the present anymore.

Gaz turned, noticed the silence. “Hey, you good?”

You looked at him, but your eyes were wrong. Flat. Distant. Mechanical. Then you moved. Fast. Clean. No warning.

You pinned Gaz to the wall with a hand around his throat before he could breathe.

“Designation?” you snapped, voice colder than the air around you. “Tell me your clearance or I cut the signal and black you out.”

Gaz choked, arms half-up, shocked. “It’s me—it’s Kyle—it’s Gaz, fuck—!”

You almost didn’t stop. Almost drove your knife into his ribs on pure instinct.

Footsteps. Soap’s voice. “Hey—HEY!”

You blinked. Just once. Then it was gone. The hallway was just a hallway. Gaz’s face was his face. The blood wasn’t yours this time. You stepped back. Dropped your hand. Didn’t speak.

Gaz coughed, eyes wide, stunned but not angry. Just… staring at you like he didn’t know what he was looking at anymore.

Soap reached you first, hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off.

“You alright?” he asked carefully.

You didn’t answer. Just walked past him. Out the door. Into the rain.

Later, Ghost found you sitting on a shipping crate, smoking in silence.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stood beside you until you finally said: “They told me I’d never be normal again.”

Ghost exhaled through his mask. “They were right.”

You nodded. Then whispered, “But they never said how easy it’d be to forget.”

[beloveds-embrace]

Feral getting to take the muzzle off for an extended time....but only because it's time for their check-up.

It was quiet in the infirmary. The sterile hum of medical equipment thrummed softly through the floor, and filtered light from the overhead fluorescents fell in wide, pale rectangles across the exam table where you sat, back straight, limbs still.

The muzzle had just been unlocked by John.

You could still feel it- a ghost weight, like an unwanted phantom limb. The pressure at your jawline, the cruel pinch where the corners had dug into the skin, the heat of synthetic straps made to outlast bullets. But now, it sat beside you in a reinforced case, untouched for the first time in days.

And still, you didn’t move.

“Easy, lass,” Johnny still murmured from your left, crouched low so he was level with you. “It’s just for the check-up, yeah? Will nae let ‘em hurt you.”

You blinked slowly, breath measured, tongue heavy in your mouth from disuse. There was no need to answer, not when your stillness spoke volumes and not when the slight tremble in your fingers told them everything they needed to know.

Simon stood at the door like a silent sentinel, arms crossed, shoulders tense, and Kyle leaned against the far wall, watching with something soft in his eyes.

But John moved in slow, deliberate steps to stand before you again, scent deep and grounding in the air “You’ve been good,” he said, voice low and sure. “Just gonna check your teeth before the doctor does, love. No surprises.”

Johnny was already fussing, soft hands tucking a bit of hair back from your temple, brushing his knuckles down your cheek.

“Won’t take long,” he promised, accent gentler than usual, all treacle warmth and protectiveness- reminded you of the candy and toffee pieces they slip you occasionally. “We’ll be right here. Me ‘n John’ll look after you.”

You tilted your chin a fraction, a gesture so small it might’ve gone unnoticed by anyone else. But Johnny brightened, caught the signal for what it was.

“Atta girl,” he whispered, a little purr in his tone. “Good love.”

The words shivered through you, low and sweet, a praise you hadn’t realized you wanted until it was given.

John stepped closer then, and though you could not smell it, his scent swept around you like a heavy coat of safety and familiarity. Alpha.

One gloved hand came up to cup your jaw, slow and careful. His thumb traced beneath your cheekbone while the other hand nudged at your lower lip, gentle.

“Open up for me, sweetheart.” He murmured, and you did as he asked.

There was no hesitation; not for him, and not for Johnny’s hand still brushing your nape in steady circles; not for the way Simon stood so still in the doorway, tension radiating like a stormcloud on your behalf, and not for Gaz’s watchful presence, ever your silent anchor.

John examined your teeth with the calm, clinical focus of someone used to being trusted with the most vulnerable moments. His brows furrowed slightly.

“Bruising at the gums,” he muttered. “Damn thing’s pinching too hard.”

“I told ‘em that muzzle’s too tight,” Johnny growled. “She does nae eat right with it on.”

You blinked again, slower this time, like a cat. So you could let them see how obedient you were. Let them see how calm you could be, how good, because you didn’t want them to worry.

But Johnny knew you better than that.

“Yer tryin’ to make it easy on us,” he said, forehead resting briefly against your temple, his purring deeper as it returned. He felt like an engine pressed against you. “Aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer because you didn’t need to.

John finished his inspection and leaned back slightly, his fingers still resting against your cheek. “You’re good,” he rumbled, low and deep. “You always are. But that doesn’t mean you have to suffer in silence, you understand me?”

You blinked once more, then a slight exhale until it was almost a nod.

He brushed his thumb along your chin, and for one precious moment, you felt… real. Not a weapon nor an asset.

Just theirs.

“When the doctor comes, I’ll convince him to let you have more days off from that awful thing.”

[theantho1ogy]

Bakugo x Fem!Reader

You were Bakugo's favorite pornstar. Every night after his exhaustingly long day of stopping villains and paperwork he'd get home and open his laptop.

Automatically logging into his account and clicking on your profile. Your pretty cleavage up close in those lacy pink lingerie, starring back at him everytime opened the website.

All your thumbnails were shots of your promiscuous body, posing for the camera in some type of lingerie you chose for the night. From babydoll bows littered all over you, to think black straps emphasizing your perky assets.

With Bakugo's erratic hours he was rarely able to watch your streams live. But tonight god must've been looking down at him because the little red dot signally you were on blessed his screen.

He unbuckled his belt with one hand as his other hurriedly clicked the stream. Gracing his sights was you, a pretty little thing that was smiling bash fully as you read the comments from chat. Today you opted for a white see through matching set, with crystals attached throughout the seams.

The set Bakugo sent to you right after he got his first big hero check.

His cock was already hard and throbbing in his palm as he watched you caress yourself. Acting like you weren't riling up him and all the other horny strangers watching you.

You grabbed your breasts through your top and gave a small moan, your breath coming out in small pants as you worked your hands down your body and into your pretty panties.

Bakugo's slow movement mirroring yours and you pulled the strip of fabric aside to reveal your glistening heat.

Slipping your fingers between your slit as you raised them to show the camera, your wet arousal clinging to your fingertips as you pulled them apart before tasting yourself.

What Bakugo would do to be able to taste you for just a second.

He spread his precum over his tip as you spread your pretty pussy lips, showing off the one place that made him think of as heaven.

You bit your lip as you slowly inserted one digit into yourself. The small noise you made, made his cock twitch as he slowly followed your movements.

His rhythm matching yours and you inserted another, both of you moaning together as your speeds picked up. The squelching of your wet pussy making him hot and bothered as he masterbated to you.

You spread your legs wider, giving the audience a nice view of yourself. Your head titled back as you worked your fingers in and out, your other hand fondling your nipples as you moaned out.

Bakugo's grunting and your moaning were the only noises coming from his room. The noise echoing in his head as he was buzzing with lust.

You moved your hand down to play with your clit, getting closer to your orgasm as your moans got louder and your breathing got heavier.

Bakugo's cock pulsing with the need to release as his eyes focused on your pretty pussy, how he wished he could feel you wrapped out him. Your warm cunt squeezing him as he stuffed you full.

The cute noises you'd made for him and him alone, how you'd moan his name as you got closer to your release. Your nails scraping down his back, leaving marks, claiming him as yours as he brought you over the edge.

Just the thought of you being his drove him insane.

His speed getting sloppy as he jerked himself off, getting close. You were too with how fast you were rubbing your clit.

Starring straight into the camera, dazed, and exhausted you uttered the words that made Bakugo finish.

"Fill me up sir"

Bakugo cummed right on your face, his screen splattering with his fluids as you finished with him.

Out of breath you smiled, like you saw what he did. Thanking him for pleasuring you as you slowly sat up, your tits coming closer to the camera.

Your shy smile made you seem innocent, like you didn't just cum infront of thousands of people. Reverting back to the angel you played as, saying your signature goodbye.

With a small wave and a "please play with me again" you cut the stream.

Bakugo sat there, labored breathing as he started at the black screen that just showed you getting off now even a few seconds ago.

The only thing pulling him from his mind was the ping from on incoming message.

"Did you enjoy the performance"

---

Next>>

[fairylatte7]

Love was something you never heard enough ~ Joaquín Torres

Time has taken its toll on you. As a reformed member of what was seen by many as a terrorist group, working for Captain America under the conditions of a pardon seemed like nothing much to you. But working for Captain America brought you Joaquín Torres, and he was everything. 

Reader addressed as y/n, minor mentions of death

Me and @daredevilenthusist were chatting and I just had to get to work. Also Sam was right, “Flag Smashers” is such an awful name, like yuck. Where Do Broken Hearts Go was on repeat while I was writing this one. Four is a top- tier 1D album. The vocals are immaculate on that record. I’m still madly in love with Joaquín, obviously. 

Happy reading!

Five years can do a lot to a person. 

It did a lot to you. 

To this day, you still wait for someone to assure you that The Blip was a dream, you were still living in your family home, and that your parents and siblings were very much alive and well. 

You have yet to receive that desired confirmation. 

From a suburb of the United States, to a camp for displaced people in Eastern Europe, to ending up on the run from the American military due to a growing movement that you aided in creating; a lot has changed. 

The affinity you had for computer science while in school back home made you a vital asset for the movement. Every message sent out to supporters, and signal blocked, that kept the group safe, was facilitated by you. 

Despite not being a fan of violence, you believed in what the Flag Smashers wanted in the world. Global governments and organizations continued to make empty promises, and you couldn’t bear to see one more child orphaned or family displaced in the name of getting things “back to the way they were.” 

Taking that serum was the beginning of the end. 

If you never took it, you would have never started to reconsider the group's methods of resistance. 

If you never took it, you would've never found yourself in New York City building a bomb.

If you never took it, you would’ve never been in the basement of that unfinished building. 

You would’ve never been shot. 

You would’ve never begged Sam Wilson to take you to the location where the bomb was planted. 

You would’ve never disarmed the bomb three minutes before it was set to destroy an entire sector of New York. 

If you never took the serum, you would’ve never had the courage to make your own decisions, form your own thoughts, and do what you believe is right, no matter what. 

Yeah, those five years did a lot to you. 

Your work on that fateful night provided you with notoriety in the public eye and pity from the US government. 

You were free of all charges as long as you worked under Sam Wilson, Captain America, so that they could “keep tabs” on you. 

“We don’t need another super soldier running around!”,an old senator complained as you sat in your court hearing. 

Whatever. 

You didn’t bother to argue. You had lost so much by this point that you didn’t care.

One whole year since then and you feel like you’ve been working among Sam’s team for your whole life. 

You were sent on missions to all sorts of interesting places, all over the world. Even if you didn’t completely understand what was going on at all times, you loved getting to be useful and work for something bigger than yourself. 

Working alongside Joaquín Torres didn’t hurt either. 

Well, how could it?

He was such a sweetheart that you worried that if you spent too much time around him, your teeth would begin to rot.

“Hi y/n!”

“How are you, y/n?”

“Great work out there, y/n!” 

“I’m proud of how far you’ve come, y/n.”

"Oh, really? Tell me more, y/n."

Oh, it made you sick. 

And you loved every second you spent with him. 

You constantly asked him questions about himself and his family. You knew his favorite foods, movies, books; his long term goals and aspirations. 

You memorized his habits. The way he smiled awkwardly when he made a mistake; or how he leaned in when attempting to get information on a situation that has, in Sam’s words “absolutely nothing” to do with him. 

You even subliminally changed the way that you held your phone after noticing how he held his.

You basically knew everything about Joaquín. 

Or so you thought. 

The two of you were on a mission in Colorado. You were staked out near the bottom of a canyon. It was hot, dusty, and terribly boring, as you had no intel on when the people you were waiting for were going to pass through.   

Joaquín was sitting outside of the vehicle because he, “needs space” and “being all cramped messes with my vibe.” 

Naturally, you joined him.

Now you both sat on red dirt, backs leaning against the truck, legs outstretched. 

He took a swig of his water bottle. You took note of how his jaw clenched as he swallowed. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. 

You would have been incredibly turned on by this action if it wasn’t so damn hot outside. 

“I haven’t been this bored since that mission in Lithuania where we were at that safehouse for three days.” you grumbled. 

Joaquín leaned his head back and turned to face you. 

“Hm? What made it so bad?” he asked.

“There’s only so many rounds of monopoly I can play before I start to lose my mind, Torres.” you replied. 

���Ah, I didn’t mind it so much.” he said.

You scrunch your face up. “Why?”

“I got to hang out with you for three days straight and get paid for it. I’m not sure what more a man like me could ask for.” 

You were well aware that with the heat feeding into your delusion, emotional maturity was at an all time low in your department. However, you were also aware that what he said had you heart doing a gymnastics floor routine inside of your chest. 

This is just the kind of person he is, you told yourself. Just because everyone you’d ever cared for in your life is gone now, does not mean that you have to latch on to the first person to give you attention. 

You gave a slight chuckle. You didn’t trust yourself to speak. 

Joaquín began to pick invisible lint off of his suit. He only did that when he was nervous. 

Was he nervous? 

Your thoughts got the better of you and him blurted out your respective questions simultaneously. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

You stared at each other in silence and, for a moment, the scorching heat, mission, and dust in your boots didn’t matter. 

There was just him, only him. 

Joaquín rubbed his face and mumbled to himself, “I’m so stupid…” 

“You’re not stupid Joaquín. You did nothing wrong.” You assured him. 

As he looked at you, his deep brown eyes were filled with something you had never seen from him before. 

He sighed. “I feel like I know so much but so little about you at the same time. You know everything about me. I wanna know you better, I guess.” 

You readjusted yourself as you took a deep breath. 

“After everything that happened last year, every person that really knew me was dead.”

You paused

“I was alone.” 

Joaquín’s eyes softened, he was hanging on to every word you said. 

“But you cared. You know me better than anybody.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. It was damp, both from sweat and the water he poured on his head to cool down. His forearm muscles flexed as he formed his fingers into a fist in his hair. 

“I don’t know why I waited so long.” Joaquín said. “I’d love to see you outside of canyons and safehouses in the middle of nowhere.” 

Maybe this was a hallucination. A strange byproduct of sitting in the heat so long. 

Maybe he was a hallucination. There is no way he’s real. He can’t be. 

“I’d like to see you too, Joaquín.” 

His eyes shined and his skin was even more golden under the intense sun. 

You were burning up and you wouldn't have it any other way.

When he began to lean in, you knew that once you had his face in your hands, you would never be able to let him go. 

And every part of you was fine with that. 

Just as Joaquín reached out to touch you, Sam’s voice came on through your in-ears. 

You and Joaquín bolted to your feet. 

“You two have got approximately 40 seconds before special ops flies directly overhead. Get in position.”

You gave Sam confirmation as Joaquín prepared to drive off. 

“And I heard all of that too.” Sam added. “So don’t come around me acting like nothing happened.” 

Joaquín gave you a knowing smile and you felt a warmth in your chest that you haven’t felt in years. 

The reason definitely wasn’t the tempurature outside. 

Time has taken its toll on you, there was no denying it. But it brought you Joaquín too, and that’s got to count for something. 

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[moonlit-imagines]

Burrs

Lucy Chen x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Lucy chen x reader. R was in the same rookie class as Lucy. The two of them had always been close. R is now a detective, and they both have buried feeling for each other, which comes to light after r nearly dies on a raid or something. (Oneshot/fic. Is this the right way to request?)”

While Lucy longed to be where you were—a detective with a long list of recommendations and a near-perfect score on your exam—she admired you for so many different reasons.

You two met in the academy and became instant friends, she was so proud of how far you’d come and jealously didn’t cross either of your minds when you got your promotion. What often crossed her mind was the question: why hadn’t she asked you out yet? There wasn’t any good excuse—maybe the whole “not wanting to ruin your friendship,” but that’s a lazy cliché.

You felt the same way, but you were too focused on your career to think of jeopardizing it by asking out your favorite coworker. You settled for drinks with friends and group meals, the occasional hangout at each other’s houses, and light flirting when you could sneak it in. And you always encouraged her to work to get the promotion she wanted and should have. Matter of fact—you tried to put in a good word every time you could organically slip it in.

Now, every once in a while you get lucky enough to have her on one of your assignments and she’d been a critical asset on your most recent case. This drug and weapon operation was going down and she was right behind you when you and the rest of the department went to raid the base of operations.

“Got it?” Lucy asked you as you restrapped your bulletproof vest three times and counting off to the side in the locker room. It was a bit embarrassing to struggle with it in front of other officers.

“Yeah, hang on. Do you mind reaching up the back of my shirt? I think there’s something stuck in there. I have like a little poking feeling.” You chuckled at your own request and her face lit up in amusement. She loosened the vest a bit to stick her hand up and burst into laughter. “What? What is it?!”

“It’s a burr.” She pulled the small sand burr from your clothes and you quickly strapped your vest before taking a look at the little guy.

“Wow…” You snagged it to look a little closer. “Thanks for the very intimate assist.”

“Happy to help.” She winked. “Ready to go now?”

—————

You led the team around the warehouse and halted with a hand signal, waiting for the moment to push on. Proceeding, you made it to the front door and before you even had a moment to check the door, bullets came flying through and three made contact, knocking you straight to the ground.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Bradford shouted to the rest of the team as Lucy jumped into action, grabbing you by the shoulders and trying to drag you from the action. “Chen! Lift on three!” Bradford came to assist to get you out of there as soon as possible.

The hits were two in the arm and one in the hip, along with a few shots to the vest. “Good thing you helped me get this thing on right.” You weakly joked, sight pulsing black as you lost blood.

“You’re gonna be fine, y/n. We have RA en route, they’re gonna take care of you.” Tim assured you, as if you were even listening. It was more of a comfort to Lucy, but all your comfort came from looking at Lucy and how she was so worried for you. She had your shoulders still, while Tim had you by your ankles.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine…” You kept repeating, trying to ignore the pain from your wounds. They felt hot and sharp. “I have burrs in me.” You muttered.

“What?” Tim asked. “What is y/n saying?”

“Burrs…I picked one off of their back earlier.” Lucy explained.

“Stabbing pain.” Tim understood what you meant. “Hang in there, I can hear the RA now.” The sirens faded from your senses as you lost consciousness.

—————

The bright lights of the hospital room and LA sunshine blinded you once you regained consciousness. “Too bright.” You groaned, covering your eyes, assuming someone might be in the room with you.

“Oh! Okay, hang on.” You heard a woman’s familiar voice and felt the room dim behind your eyelids. The blinds closed and the lights flicked off. “Okay, better?” Your eyes peeled open and Lucy stood in front of you with a bouquet of flowers. “I remember you mentioning you liked these.” You weakly smiled, reaching for her hand.

“Give me the rundown.” You requested and she obliged.

“You got a blood transfusion, a minor surgery to get the bullet out of your pelvis—no major damage—and some stitched. And you have some serious bruises on your torso from the impact on your vest.” Lucy explained, setting the flowers aside. “And I was really worried about you. You’d been out for almost twenty-four hours.”

“That’s rookie numbers.” You squeezed her hand. “What about the raid?”

“Tipped off the crew, we might be back at square one. I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” Lucy reached for your cheek. “Y/N, I thought I was going to lose you before I could tell you how I felt.”

“I already knew.” You teased.

“I guess that’s why you’re the detective.” She giggled, kissing you on the forehead. “Hope that was okay.”

“Oh, it’s welcome.” You assured her. “If I had more strength and less stitches, I’d lean forward to give you something more meaningful.”

“Eh, you can save it for the date.” She then pulled out a box of chocolates with an embarrassed-yet-proud look.

“Oh! Now there’s a date. I guess I can’t say ‘no’ since you brought me these.” You joked with her, flirting feeling much more real than it did at the academy. “Once I can sit up on my own, you’ve got yourself a date. Now, can you get a nurse so I can see when the hell they’re gonna let me out? I hate hospitals.”

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[prael]

Perks

Kinktember Day 10: Mirror

Twice Mina x male reader smut

words: 4,108 Kinktember Masterlist

Do you ever look in the mirror and see someone who isn't you?

It was a simple question—if a rather loaded one.

"No," said Mina. "No, I don't think so. Not in a bad way, but maybe in disbelief of who I've become. Sometimes I expect to see the same person I was almost ten years ago. A simpler me. Maybe a more nervous and afraid version of me. That sort of thing."

"My therapist told me that was imposter syndrome," you said. "It's common, but it's pretty fucked up, the way we act like we're lying to ourselves."

"Have you thought of seeing her again?" Mina asked.

"God, that'd be awkward, don't you think?" you responded.

Mina paused, holding a glass midway to her mouth as if thinking, 'Between you and her or you and me?' Then she seemed to decide and smiled to herself, "Right."

Mina never erred into the intrusive or tactless. It's why you never have the impression that she is nosing around your life, because she gives you all the leeway to share only what you wish to share. And maybe that's why the both of you have lasted this long; in this arrangement, you found this unique level of trust, and you dare say it makes you damn good together.

"Our friend over there at the end of the bar looks like he can't take his eyes off you," you told her without looking up from your drink, not to draw attention. Mina chanced a discreet glance from the corner of her eye.

She quirked an eyebrow at you, "So? Feel threatened?"

You laughed into your drink before taking a mouthful of it, and then you told her, "I was about to get up, but you know that as soon as I do, he's going to come over."

"Of course, he will," Mina grinned into her own glass, then tipped her chin back to get at the last of it. "You go ahead to the room, I'll let him down gently." She patted at the front of your suit coat, above your breast pocket. It was a playful gesture. She had barely touched you all night until then.

"Early morning tomorrow, Mina, don't waste too much time now."

Mina smiled her "oh-shut-the-fuck-up" smile, before tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear and running her fingers through the thick long black strands. You smiled to yourself and signalled to the bartender.

It's been a long day, and tomorrow will be longer still. Hotel bars had become a sort of ritual for you and Mina, you share a drink the day before you close a deal, half in premature celebration and half as a good luck charm.

And the thing is, Mina is a flirt. Through and through. Charm and wit. It works on clients, and it's an asset. The only problem is, it worked on you. It wasn't difficult to recognise your attraction for what it was, and she obviously took notice of it too. And you, well...

You're a professional, so you would never, ever let yourself act on it. This is why you returned to your room, alone, and why ten minutes later you heard the door open to her (conveniently joined) room. You're professionals, if you're going to fuck, at least you try to hide it.

The adjoining door opens. Oops, did you leave that unlocked? How silly of you.

"Sorry about the wait. Didn't want to seem rude, you know." She leans against the doorframe.

"How long after I left?"

"Barely a minute, he did the whole 'You-look-familiar' bit, so I humoured him..." Mina cocks a smile of arrogance. "For a minute. Before, you know... Letting him down gently."

"Did he go quietly, then?"

"He tried to ask me if I was sure I wanted to be alone." She shakes her head slowly as she saunters forward. "I was sure. Sure about coming up here and riding you senseless. Didn't tell him that, of course, just up and left. Anyway, for tomorrow, I was thinking—"

"Let's rewind to that part about riding me senseless, shall we?"

A playful smile takes to the corners of her mouth. "Let's."

You climb up from the bed, your shirt hangs loosely from your body, no tie at the neck and untucked from your trousers. "So, would you say it's going to be more of a—"

"If you are going to finish that with some terrible sex metaphor, I will kick your ass so hard." She kicks off her heels at the door. That long black dress she wore earlier is long gone, replaced by the lightest of sheer black chemises and a pair of little lacy black underwear.

"Kick my ass," you tell her, placing a hand on each of her hips. "Sure."

"Be quiet." She whispers it before she kisses you, deeply and softly. The sort of kiss that makes you forget yourself. Your arms circle her waist, and her arms rest on your shoulders. You savour it, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her tongue, the feeling of her hands trailing across the skin at the nape of your neck.

But in due time, that kiss breaks apart. Her hand trails down the front of your dress shirt, button by button, she has undressed you so many times now that the motion seems so familiar, and practised, but she still takes her time in doing it, as though with every undone button her anticipation is built upon.

You place your hand against the curve of her hip, thumbing gently, with feather-light touches along the black fabric, her small waist and wide hips, firm and round and so shapely in just her lingerie—your hands could have found no better resting place.

As you slip out of your shirt, Mina slips the delicate straps off her shoulders and the skimpy piece falls away from her body like petals around her feet. Mina is bare for you, save for her panties. Her tits might not be as big as her ass but your mouth still waters at the sight of them.

"Look at me." You love it when Mina demands that, love how she smiles with smug confidence when you have nothing to do but oblige her. Mina turns herself around, and your hands slide down, down the generous arch of her back and cups around her round, firm ass.

"Oh, come now," you can't help but tease her, "How very complacent of you, to think my eyes would look at nothing else but you. You know that I am a man of refined culture." You knead at the ample flesh in each palm, so soft. "I am very clearly an admirer of the finer things in life."

"How very romantic," she laughs, sliding down her underwear with a shimmy of her hips before placing her palms flat against the wall. "Go on then. Enjoy the art, like the cultured man you are."

There is something intoxicating about watching her there, propped against the wall, naked for you, your cock uncomfortable in your trousers. You unbuckle the clasp of the belt, then, in the pause, you approach, letting a single finger trace up the arch of her spine, leaning closer to her neck to whisper, "Not right here. Look over there, the mirror."

A floor-to-ceiling mirror, to be specific. She smiles a devilish little smirk. "And what of it?"

"Mina," you tell her, pressing the front of your trousers against the curves of her body, against the supple flesh of her ass. "I want to see all of you when we fuck. Every beautiful detail."

Mina purred, content. "Spoken like a poet..."

You land a solid and deliberate smack against that big ass of hers, and she lets out a groan. "Don't let it go to your head."

Mina let out an effectual moan, knowing fully how it tempts you. You roughly press your body against hers as she does it. Hooking both your arms around her naked form, you pull her to where you want her, right over to the mirror.

"That's it, take me like you want to." She presses her hand flat against the mirror, pushing back those delicious curves against your body once more. You force down your slacks and underwear until the cool air envelops you, at least until you push against her body once more. You cup both your hands at her full ass, slipping your stiffness between the cheeks and rocking back and forth. Mina is biting her bottom lip as she looks back at you in the mirror, and you look at nothing else but her deep dark eyes, her face framed by that long, dark, glorious hair.

"Your ass. This. This beautiful, beautiful thing of yours, drives men wild, drives me wild," you breathe out as she rocks herself back into your groping hands and your hard cock grinds between her cheeks, slow and methodic. "Drives me a little bit insane."

She deepens her bend, lowering her shoulders level to her ass, and her face presses against the glass. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip again, peering over her shoulder, a shameless erotic, willing for you to take her in the most raw and depraved way. You can't deny the effect it has on you, and it has you raising your right arm, palm poised to land another satisfying spanking to her ass.

The crack rings out through the room, and she lets out a soft, sweet little, "Oh!"

You wrap a hand around her, over her stomach and down between her legs, reaching for her sweet, slick cunt, and find her soaked, wet with arousal. Wet for you.

"Fuck, you're so horny," you utter hoarsely. You drag your fingers through her juices as you drive your stiff cock over her tight asshole, so much teasing, maybe too much, perhaps too tortuous. You groan into the shell of her ear. "You get so wet for me. So wet. You need it so badly."

She moans, grinding back against you and circling her hips as if it could ease her pain. Half teasing, half goading, she says, "Maybe you should stop fucking playing around and do something about it."

She hisses when you drive your two slick fingers inside her without warning, pushing deeper in one smooth motion, as you mutter into the crook of her neck, "Impatient, aren't we, Mina?"

"Just fuck me."

In response, you slowly withdraw your fingers. She gasps against the mirror, the palm of her hand curling flat into a fist. Her words get you harder as she tries to wiggle her ass and spread herself, desperately trying to draw your dick to the slick pink centre of her sex for you. She doesn't care anymore what this does to your discipline, doesn't care at the prospect of you breaking, turning this into a savage, ravaging of her body; what matters only, at this very instant, is that she gets filled and fucked, fast and hard.

Finally, you give her that. Draw your cock out from between her cheeks, sliding the tip down between her legs, feeling the moisture that glistens on the swollen lips. You don't bother to strap up, or even ask, it's long since established that raw is how she likes it.

Slowly, you push forward. Mina sucks in a breath through her teeth. You know by the arch in the small of her back, the little trembles, that it is taking all her concentration and willpower not to throw her hips back, to force you to the hilt.

You bite the edge of her shoulder, and a shiver travels down Mina's entire body. You pull out, a little, before driving forward a little further.

"You feel..." you groan, your cock feeling like it was engulfed by satin. You sink a little further. "Fuck."

"Mhm, go on," her eyelashes flutter as you begin to take her, in this raw, animalistic way. "Tell me how it feels."

"Every time is like the first time," you continue, sliding in slow, then deeper, bit by bit, until you're all the way in and her big, round ass is pressing hard against your abdomen and her thick thighs against your legs. "You feel warm and slick and tight and wet, and oh, God..."

A sudden thrust forward as her greedy cunt squeezes the length of your shaft. A delicious whimper that sends blood to your head. A long, shaky groan slips from the both of your lips. You buck hard into her ass and watch as it ripples at the contact. "Ah! There, yes. Fuck," Mina moans.

There are two of her, perfect reflections, two Minas taking a rough pounding from behind. Each little expression on her face, each beautiful feature is visible in the reflection. And behind that her body ripples just like the one below you, and she whimpers, helpless as you penetrate her over and over.

"F-faster." She whines. "Harder. God, fuck, fuck me harder."

Mina has always liked it a little on the rough side, so you grab a handful of her hair, ball it in your fist, and pull. "Tell me, how does it feel?" You rear her head back so she has to look at herself in the reflection and tell it to herself. You pick up the pace, beginning to relentlessly pummel her from behind as you bury yourself into her tight heat as deep and hard as you can.

"So... Ah! So good." You yank her hair again, making her ass tense, making her gasp. She pants hard, short and fast as the force and strength of each thrust get stronger. "I love it when you... fuck me like this." Her chest begins to heave up and down. She raises her ass even higher for you. "When you—God, ah! Ah!—make me want to scream..."

You feel that incredible warmth building and swelling in your abdomen as her sex drips around your shaft, and it is so hard to slow yourself down when her ass slaps against you in perfect sync with your every motion, when Mina's knees shake, when her desperate moans urge you to never, ever stop. Still, you would like to do a little something before she orgasms all over your cock.

You roughly jerk out of Mina, pulling away abruptly with no warning.

"No, no! Don't stop!" She cries out immediately, her greedy body already missing yours. The flush at her neck spreading, blossoming down—her shoulders pink. "No!" She whimpers as she tries to throw her pussy back against you.

She cries out so pathetically that she doesn't protest when you roughly turn her around and lift her by her thighs, allowing her to wrap her legs around your hips and sink her to the hilt onto you. You sink her down and up and down again and again, bouncing her on and off of your aching cock in front of the mirror, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from finishing the moment her tightness wraps and flexes around you.

"I'm gonna cum so hard, I swear, I can feel it," she gasps in time with your rough pounding, arms holding onto your neck tightly, fingernails digging into your shoulders. "So close, don't you dare stop."

The harder and faster you go, the louder and harder she screams, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. She digs her heels into your back, pushing down against you so there's nothing left for either of you but pleasure. You pound hard and heavy into her, chasing her orgasm, and when that perfect heat grips all around you and consumes you entirely, there is nothing in the entire world that compares to it—to this. The thought that very soon you will be cumming inside Myoui Mina.

It is that pure bliss, that power and sense of total control, of giving her such pleasure that you're left moaning along with her, revelling in this wonderful mess. Your bodies are sticky and tangled and you just start to let it go. Filling her pretty cunt as you have so many times before.

You grit your teeth and struggle through the overstimulation, taking satisfaction in how the trembling in her legs persists, her breathing ragged and body shaking. Doing your best to fuck your load into her—she's just so into that sort of thing—you don't think that there's anything, truly, that is better than this.

Not when Mina whimpers as she weakly presses her nails into the skin of your shoulders and when she knows not how to stop trembling. Your limits are worth pushing for a woman like her.

But even then, limits are ultimately undeniable. Her full weight in your arms, your knees weak, your legs tire beneath you and finally, as you plant a series of gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder, her mouth gasping, her nose against your cheek, you give in and fall to your knees. Mina's back leaves a mark of where it was once imprinted against the glass.

"So..." she laughs breathlessly into your ear as you sit with her on you. "Do you think management has any idea how often we fuck during these trips?"

"I imagine that if they found out it would be both of our jobs on the line." You hold a hand on her lower back, keeping her upright and then place your mouth on one of her breasts. Her nipple is firm, you suck on it and run your teeth over its delicate surface. Mina keens with her mouth falling open and her lashes fluttering, a small quiet "ah" escaping from the back of her throat.

"Guess we better stop," she jokes, breathing out in a chuckle and gently, pushing your forehead away from her chest.

You chuckle dryly into her neck, wrapping both arms fully around her naked body to pull her closer. "Something tells me you won't really be able to help yourself."

"Punishingly handsome, smart, a sense of humour—" She reaches down to where your half-soft cock is planted within her cunt. "—Great cock, excellent fuck" As though it were some sort of sales pitch. "No. No, I can't help myself."

"Is this about next week?" you ask.

"They never split us up, we're a team, so why would they send you with her instead?" Mina rocks her hips slowly on your lap. You groan into the crook of her neck.

"It's a one-off, Mina. In two weeks we'll be travelling together again." You wrap your arms around her soft, warm skin and run them down her back. "Another hotel, another set of adjoining rooms."

"Yeah," she sighs as she lazily continues her grinding. "Or, we could... See each other outside of work, you know. Like normal people do."

"We're far from normal, Mina." You let out a soft sigh as you start to harden inside her again. You pull at the small of her back, urging her on. "We're having our fun, right? It works. What reason is there to rock the boat?"

Her arms move up your chest and onto your shoulders. With that same teasing voice of hers, "There's always room for more fun. More sex." Mina pushes hard on your shoulders, and you fall back into the soft carpet. Mina is above you—over you—all-powerful beauty and you want nothing more than to grab her hips and drive up, and into her. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her arms. Her pert little tits beg to be held. Her face, with flawless skin and those few prominent freckles, is decorated with a filthy smile.

"Two weeks, Mina, two weeks and we'll be back to doing this." You caress the silky soft curves of her sides. "Two more weeks, and then it's a real long trip. Just me and you."

She's visibly more excited, and she rides you harder now than just a gentle grinding and you hear the little wet sounds of your cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy over and over again. Her breasts bounce beautifully, and finally, you do cup one in a hand. A playful glimmer dances in her eyes, along with the lust haze. Mina's wet thighs slap against your hips, the sounds are vulgar in the best way.

"I'm going to fuck you every single morning and night for the whole trip," you tell her, and her grin widens. "Then you won't want for a thing."

Your words only seem to encourage her more, to fuck you harder and harder. She's riding your cock wildly but never has her eyes left yours. She fucks like she does everything else; with every fibre of her being, her passion is unbridled and intense. And oh, when she whimpers, it makes a hot current run straight to the end of your spine, it gets the heat in your head pulsating. That's just what Mina does to you.

"Two weeks without me. You're going to be so frustrated, Mina, so needy. You're gonna make me a promise."

"Mhm?" she gasps.

"You're going to wait for me," you say. "After tonight, for whole two weeks, no cumming."

"No," she says through clenched teeth. "Absolutely not."

"Yes, Mina, absolutely."

You clasp your hands on her hips, slowing down her speed. "Promise me."

She almost struggles to find her voice. "No way. I can't!" Her hips fight against your hold, she fights to drag her cunt over your cock and just feel the pleasure you're denying her. Mina grits her teeth, and the pain is evident on her face. "Okay! Just please fuck me now." She twists her body, trying to release from your hold.

"Promise."

"I promise. I promise. I promise!" Mina squeals, nearly shrieking as you soften your grip and thrust up into her quivering, wet heat. You let her fuck you again and she picks up right where she left off—frantic and wild. She leans in to kiss you deeply, and a little whimper spills from the corner of her lips. "Fuck. Cum inside me again."

The eagerness with which Mina rises and falls on your cock, her pussy taking in all of you, demands only one thing. Cum—the mess of you both—spilling over and running out, all over you and the floor and ruining the hotel's carpet.

"Yes," her voice cracks, high and soft, "Oh fuck. Fuck. God, I'm gonna cum."

It's good, your hands gripping her body firmly, matching her pace, and taking the chance to look behind her, at the mirror, where you can see your cock bury in and out of her again and again. Slipping up below her ass that ripples beautifully every time your hips meet.

Mina cums not even ten seconds later. With an eruption of screams louder than you've ever heard, shudders all over, and more fluid spilling between you both. She's struggling and you feel it. You slap her ass and follow with a groan of words halfway between an instruction and a plea. "Don't stop."

She doesn't stop. She sits up and throws herself back, reaching for something to balance on. A hand against the mirror, her legs spread and her body present to you, she fucks that pretty pussy down onto you so fast, she's struggling to maintain the rhythm but her nails are curling against the glass, her brows are pressed so tense together, her body shakes all over and a cry comes again from that lovely mouth.

She cums again like this as if it's a show for you and what a fucking show it is. Her legs tremble so hard they lose purchase and you begin lifting yourself up into her and the sight, the sound—her sounds—and her perfect body is making you buck and press harder into her. You've become so mindless, so desperate and hungry for her body. You can hardly keep yourself from spilling into her for a second time. But not yet, you think. Not yet and not there.

Mina's leg buckles. She fights for air. "Can't," she chokes out, breathless and shallow. Nothing left to give you. She slips from her perch, collapsing to the floor, leaning against the mirror. Her dark hair matted with sweat, her pale skin gleaming. Her expression is dreamy. "On me. Just finish on me."

On Mina, a work of art. Over her pretty face, or those luscious tits, or that soft tummy. Over that thick, firm and oh-so-perfect ass, or those equally tasty thighs. Maybe even just glaze over her messy cunt. Her eyes flicker as she looks up at you, and you have a decision to make.

"Anywhere. Cum wherever you want."

[door-insurance]

I’ll be honest regarding Double Exposure the journal’ UI broke my heart more so than Max and Chloe breaking up (I was never that invested I got sick of them around BtS release)

To me it just signals the death of stylization in LiS, the sketches are well made and I have nothing against the poor soul who had to draw them but this isn’t Max Caulfield’s art style

How dontnod used to draw the sketches and paint other assets was to trace over models or existing pictures and I won’t crap on the art style on the right it’s fine but I don’t think of it as a natural evolution for teenage maxs sketching style

Idk I feel like it would’ve cost less for DE to trace over photos with the character models, heck i tried it myself

i took a stock image and stuck adult max face on it, next i tried to replicate the original art style from her old journal

i used pencil/marker textured brushes from clips studio for the shading

then i basically i used an empty notebook for the background while adding in watercolors (like the og did), i did not like the grey journal pages from DE i wanted something that looked vibrant but not adolescent- I sketched random stuff and even added a white pen highlighting to stay consistent with double exposure's art design

the gold star sticker is there cause duh max is a teacher now and she's being quirky about it

My other gripe with the new journal was how barren it looked, i expect max to stick random stuff like she used to.

anyways im not trying to be a smart a33 or anything, im crazy hyper fixated on user interface design stuff and im trying to show you that you can still be stylistically consistent on a zero budget cause this only took me half an hour and zero dollars

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 27 - With pleasure.

Sebastian Michaelis x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: there’s information you have and so Ciel gives his Demon butler permission to get the information needed at any means necessary.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, noble!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, belly bulge, slight size difference, biting, blood, mention of doggie style, missionary, riding, slight master/servant dynamic.

“Thank you for the meal lord Phantomhive, but I should really be retiring to bed now” you hummed and placed your napkins on the table, the young boy nodded and then signalled for his butler, “take the young lady to her room, make sure she’s comfortable” he demanded and you almost wanted to protest but you noticed the looked the two shared, this made you want to see where this was going, what they were planning.

You walked beside the tall man in silence before he stopped at a door, “this is your room my lady, allow me to help you ready for bed” Sebastian offered and you looked at him as if he had sprouted another head, “are you mad! You a servant asked to accompany a noble woman into her room” you scolded and turned quickly, you entered the room swiftly though before you could close the door the man forced himself in the doorway, “what is the meaning of this? You must return to your master at once” you demanded however the butler only stepped forward into the room and closed the door behind him.

“My master has given me permission to be here, I’m sure you’ll find my company most pleasant my lady” Sebastian smiled and walked over to you before slowly reaching for your cheek, you shifted slightly and looked over at the door before pulling away from the man, you walked over to the bed and sat down, “so then what’s your price?” You asked and Sebastian’s smile deepened before he walked over to the bed and knelt before you, “you, my dear lady will only have to pay me with secrets” he hummed and grabbed one of your legs before he began removing your shoe, then moving to the next.

Sebastian made quick work of your clothes and soon enough you were left in your shift, laying on the bed with the butler standing at the end of the bed watching your body, “I must admit you have quite lovely assets my lady” he chuckled and began removing his blazer and vest before rolling up his sleeve, Sebastian climbed into the bed and leaned over you before his gloved hands ran up your legs to your most private part where little to few men have ever ventured, you hummed as the softness of his gloved fingers rubbed light circles over your clit, “so you were a whore before your were a butler?” You chuckled and the man also chuckled before leaning down and lifting you shift up over your hips, then leaning in and licking over your wet folds, “no my lady, I was no whore, though I’m well experienced in pleasing men and women alike” he hummed and you smiled before moaning and running your fingers into his soft black hair, “I see you’re one of those types” you watched as he mouth and tongue worked over your folds and bud, “I’m simply one hell of a butler, my lady” he chuckled and buried his face between your plush thighs, while pressing his gloved fingers into your eager open.

You moaned loudly at Sebastian worked a third finger into you as he ravaged you with his tongue and lips, however just as you reached completion he pulled back suddenly and moved over you fully, “tell me all your uncle’s trade partners” he hummed and you instantly began listing out names, once he was satisfied he began working his fingers back into you, however this time he also began unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he released his semi hard length and began pumping it slowly, “now my lady, are you brave enough to take me inside you, or shell I finally finish you off on my fingers” he smiled and began seductively curling his fingers into you, you moaned and looked down as his large dangling cock simply hanging comfortably between his legs, you shuddered at the thought of taking in, maybe even grinding on the handsome butler all while his monstrous cock was nestled inside you, or perhaps having the man bending you over on all fours and thrusting slowly into you as he slapped your ass, though the last one just fell so right.

You open your legs and lifted them up and over his shoulders, “I want that thing inside me, don’t bother taking it easy on me” you moaned feeling his fingers slowly pulling out of you before he roughly thrusted his solid length into you, “so bold… I like that” he smiled and you gasped at the fullness however the butler gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting in and out of you, his entire length would completely disappear inside you, his tip bulging in your lower belly before he’d pull out almost completely, he’d continue this in a rapid speed causing you to grab his shoulder with one hand, while the other reaching up and rested on the headboard in hopes it’d stop you from moving up.

“My lady, you’re so sweet… your smell, your feel, and especially your taste…” Sebastian hummed in your ear as he licked his lips and moved into your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, “so taste, I’d eat you completely” he chuckled and you moaned, not understanding the real meaning behind his words, his hips continued their quick, rough pace as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up into his lap, your legs and arms wrapped around him and your head hung back as you took everything he gave you.

Hours, it had been hours since you both started and now you were sat atop Sebastian, grinding on his cock, your hands ran up into your hair as you body winded and rolled above him, the butler had undone his shirt by this point and discarded his soiled gloves, he’s hands held your hips and he watched you intensely, “you look so delicious” he hummed and you giggled before you began bouncing on him, “what part looks the most delicious?” You asked through a moan and he chuckled, “I wouldn’t lived a single drop of you left” he smiled and leant up before biting your breast, you moaned loudly now certainly the entire manner could hear what was happening, “Sebastian, I’m going to release again… will you join me?” You cried as your cunt squeezed around him, he chuckled with the skin of your breast still between his teeth, he released your flesh droplets of your blood staining his teeth before his licked them clean, “with pleasure, my lady” he smiled, eyes narrowing into slits, before he groaned while your moaned and cried, you released before feeling Sebastian pull himself from you and suddenly release all over your swollen and abused entrance.

You sat on the edge of the bed as the butler wiped your body clean, he was knelt before you and slowly wiped the damp rag over your cunt, “do you believe you were paid justly for your services butler?” You asked remember at the information he got out of you, he nodded but paused for a moment and looked at the bite mark on your breast before he leant up and bit down hard on your other breast, now drawing blood, you yelped and he laughed as he licked up all the droplets of blood, “now you have payed for me services” he smiled and you rolled your eyes before placing your foot on his shoulder and pulling him back, opening your legs while, “if a small bite is all it takes, you wanna eat me so bad then get eating” you hummed spreading your lips apart, he grinned and sharp tooth grin as his eyes flashed a quick red before he leant in.

“With pleasure” Sebastian smirked, you were yet to figure out the beast you had let into your bed.

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