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reidsdimples · 7 months ago

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After Hours

Spencer Reid x Reader

18+🔥

Spencer Reid Smut ‼️ Friends to lovers

You sneak Spence into a public library after hours🫢

“We can’t be here right now,” Spence whispers as he glances around the dimly lit street.

“Shh,” you shush him.

You grab his forearm and urge him to follow you to a small door at the back of the brick building. You furnish a single key and quietly unlock it.

“Where did you get that?” His pushes.

“I know a guy who knew I guy that worked her,” you grin mischievously. “Come on, you know you want to,” you elbow him and push the door open.

The library has been closed for hours and you’re enjoying making Spencer squirm as he wars with the thrill of getting into a library that’s closed and the moral dilemma of trespassing.

“I am only agreeing to this to see those books they keep in the temperature controlled cases,” he sighs and slinks into the small room behind you.

You and Spencer have been friends for a few years, working closely in the BAU, and bonding over your own interest in law and his knowledge in well… everything.

He pushes some strands of hair from his forehead with long delicate fingers and adjusts his shoulder bag. His hair is shorter than usually but it suits him.

“You do know the penalty for trespassing in Washington, DC is a fine and up to 6 months in jail,” he turns to you.

“I think we’ll be alright,” you grin and tap your badge.

After about an hour of roaming the shelves, he finally becomes more relaxed. He’s crouch on the floor, examining a stack of old documents from a filing cabinet. Books are scattered around him chaotically.

You watch for a moment as his fingers work to trace over the text, his brain working exceptionally quick to intake the information instantaneously. You always find yourself amazed at the way his brain works.

The small crush you’ve harbored for him has been tucked tightly away. Keeping things professional is essential in the line of work the two of you share and you won’t jeopardize the friendship. Still, you allow yourself moments to admire him in all of his beauty.

His tongue darts out and swipes his bottom lip like it always does when he’s focused, his brow furrows slightly as he reads, and he mouths words here and there. He rocks back on his heels and sits on the carpet next to a bookshelf.

“Okay brainiac, I have a game,” you bounce into the room hold the stack of books. He looks up at you curiously, his brown eyes like honey in the dim light. You swallow.

“A game?” He asks.

“I found the most random and niche books I could, I’m gonna hold them up and you’re going to give me a synopsis. I’m positive I’ve found one that will stump you,” you smile and sit with your criss crossed in front of him.

“I haven’t read every book,” he starts. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Just most of them,” he shrugs.

You hold up a book about gardening and he gives you a run down of it.

“Why did you read this?” You ask.

“I skimmed it in high school,” he appears please with himself. You hold up another;

“Let me save you some time,” he grabs the other six books. “Lovers during World War Two, the rise of buddhism in western culture, lame romance about a cowboy… who dies at the end…” you snatch the book from his hand.

“You are insane!” You laugh. He smiles and holds up another.

“Julie is married to a man but is in love with his brother and noone has a happy ending,” he gives you a cocky grin but continues. “Inside Richard Ramirez’s life and…” he flips the last book over. “Oh, sci-fi about a journey to the Cigar galaxy,” he finishes.

You snatch it, examine it, and then throw it at his chest.

“What was that for?” He laughs and rubs his hand over the spot you hit.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” you sigh in defeat. He collects the books from around you, his knees knocking into yours.

A spark of heat seems to be exchanged from the touch, his breathing hitching so low that you almost miss it.

He glances up at you for a moment, searching your eyes as a strand of hair falls over his own. You reach out instinctively and push it back.

Your hand lingers in his hair for a moment, your fingertips grazing his scalp. He sucks air between his teeth as though the sensation is shocking to him. You lean forward and push your hand further into his hair, you don’t know why but you feel the need to touch him. He doesn’t protest, he’s staring at your lips.

The two of you gravitate closer, your heart pounding when his hand runs up your arm and entangles your hand further into his hair. He’s urging you to tug, to massage, it feels too good. His hand on yours, laced with your fingers, you oblige and take the control, you push his head closer to yours, overwhelmed by the small noises he’s making in the base of his throat.

His jaw tenses and he’s done with restraint. He drops the books and closes the rest of the space between you, leaning up on his knees to kiss you. You drop your hand from his hair and meet him there, winding your hands into his dark button down shirt, tugging on his loosened tie.

He tastes like mint, like heaven and earth collided, his lips soft and warm. A moan escapes your lips when his hand grips your hip, the other winding into your hair. You can’t believe what’s happening. You don’t want it to stop.

“Spence,” you whimper and pull away to look into his eyes pleadingly. Your grip still from on his tie. He nodded, understanding what you’re asking.

You push him backward, forcing him down onto the floor, a small laugh escaping him. His eyes are wild, his hair tousled, his lips reddened from the kiss, and he’s lying below you allowing you to take control.

Fuck.

You straddle his hips, papers and books being kicked around beneath you. Both of you are panting with need when you kiss him again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. You pull his shirt open while his hands caress your body, long fingers trailing up and down your spine and hips. It drives you wild, sending heat gathering between your thighs.

That heat builds up so quickly when you begin to kiss his bare chest that you have to grind down onto his growing erection to appease the need.

He tilts his head back, reveling in the feeling of the friction.

“So…” he swallows when you rock your hips again. “So good.”

He pulls your tight sweater up over your head, greedily taking in the view of your breasts in the lace bra. His face is red, he’s burning with need too.

You fumble with his belt and finally pull his cock free, the sight and size mouth watering. You push away the thoughts of Hotch reprimanding the two of you for what you’re about to do. Yet the thought of sinking down onto him is too overwhelming. You don’t care about anything in that moment, but getting him inside of you.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble if someone finds out,” you muse as you tear yourself free of your own pants. He leans up on his elbow and tilts his head as though he hadn’t thought of that yet.

“So no one finds out,” he demands. It takes you off guard when he pushes himself up and takes you to the floor, pinning you beneath him. His eyes darken, his gaze more primal when he leans down to kiss your neck.

His hard cock prods at the entrance of your vagina, your wetness soaking the tip. He slides his cock upward, between the lips teasingly, coating himself in your arousal. Your lips meet and your tongues fight for dominance as he groans. You reach down and grab his cock, stroking it in warning.

“Give it to me Reid,” you bite out.

He smiles but obliges. He pushes himself into you, slowly so that you can stretch around him. You buck your hips up, taking him off guard. He slams his other hand onto the floor to steady himself, the raw pleasure of being seated completely inside of you stealing his breath.

He throws his head back and works himself out slightly before pushing back in.

“Fuck, Spence,” you moan. His shirt is hanging open but you kiss and suck at his chest while he finds his sweet sinful rhythm.

He pushes your legs up and open wider, slamming deeper into you until you’re crying out into the empty library.

“Shhh baby, you’re taking it so good,” he whispers. He doesn’t stop his hard pounding into you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

You tighten around him, a warning of your impending orgasm. He smiles knowingly and gives you long slow strokes to ride it out to. Your nails dig into his back as your legs wrap around his hips, greedily taking all of him while you explode around his cock. You pulse around him, squeezing, and practically begging him to cum too.

“Ah-“ he shutters and slows his pace. He doesn’t want to cum yet. He grunts and grabs a fistful of your hair before pushing himself back into you.

He buries his face in your breasts, abruptly biting hard as his hips wind and work his cock in and out of you. He nips at your nipple, causing you to tighten around him. He grins into the soft skin, breathing hard against you. Your hands are in his hair again, holding on as another organs builds within you.

“Reid…” you moan. But he bites you again, thrusting hard as though he needs it more than life, more than oxygen. “Spencer I’m going to cu-“ you don’t get to finish the words.

His hands wind into your hair, yanking your head upward and back and he drives into you with unrelenting speed.

“Fuck,” you swear he groans under his breath.

Your orgasm comes over you without mercy, ravaging your core, blinding you with pleasure, and causing your legs to shake violently around him. He whimpers as you tighten impossibly tight around him and it consumes him.

His hips sputter as he erupts inside of you, pumping you full of him. He slides in and out of you, rolling his hips a few more sinful times as though to enjoy the sensation. As though to solidify the memory of how it feels to be inside of you.

His kisses you deeply and buries his face in the crook of your neck as you hold each other.

Neither of you want to be pulled from the moment, so you lavish in the afterglow in each other’s arms.

#mgg #mgg pics #spencer reid one shots #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler

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marydswitchduet · 3 months ago

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Directory Updated*

*Last update 10/25/24

If nothing else, I've always prided myself on being able to find a lot of random info to absorb. Very akin to Samwell Tarly, in more ways than one. Dominantlife once had a library of a bunch is BDSM guides and how to either developed by them or curated by them if they were not the author.

Idk about anyone else but I could use one of those again.

So below are links to my reposts of guides, info, directories, information, and anything else with more than one link that I feel anyone would benefit from having easy access to. Some are BDSM, some are D/S, some have AB/DL elements, maybe some of them mix for you

For the record, I'm sharing content I've reposted but none of it was created by me.

KINK AWARE PROFESSIONALS DIRECTORY MADE BY TEDDYBEAR-WITHME

Healthy Sexual Communication:

Faking Orgasms

Taking Your Tongue Cross-“Cunt”-try (Cunnilingus Tips) below

50 Things Public Sex Ed Probably Never Taught You

Naughty Games

Roleplaying Resources

SAFE WORDS AND CONSENT

AB/DL:

DIAPER FLUFFING: LEARN IF YOU DON'T KNOW!

What to do when regressed alone

How to Make Adult-Sized Baby Diapers

Why Your Partner Likes Diapers and May Want to Wear 24/7

Increasing Diaper Discipline Involvement

Unique Scenarios w/ BDSM Flavor

Discovering Your Partner's ABDL Identity & Supporting Them

Hypno Collection

Wearing Diapers in Public - Tips and Tricks of the Trade

AB/DL Stores

AB/DL Stories:

OmNomNomDom’s AB/DL Fiction Index

MD/lb Stories & Creators (Paddedlittleparadise)

AB/DL Little Space:

Making Us Feel EXTRA Little

Baby Diaper Look-Alikes

How to Make Diaper Checks MORE Humiliating

The Perfect AB/DL Diaper Check: A step-by-step guide

Amazing Blogs and Where to Find Them

Things to Say to Your Diaper Wearing Little

Making Her Feel Little

Q's to Ask Your Little Boy

25 Things All Mommies Say

Top 10 Things a Spouse can do for Their ABDL Partner

Building Your Little Kit

Ways to put your Little to Sleep

Deciphering Little Moods

50 Ways to Make Your Little COMBUST🔥

CNC Ideas for Littles (below)

5 Tips to FULLY Regress

Sex Toys:

Guide(s) [Spanking, gags, rope tutorials, etc]

Gag Inspiration

Lucy’s Fantasy Dildo Shop Link MasterList

Toy Vendors & Creators

FERAL FUCK'S ALTERNATIVE SEX TOY SHOPS (Another Directory, warning)

Making a Tail Plug

BDSM:

Breathplay Guide

Measuring yourself for a chastity cage (below)

A Guide to Spanking & Impact Play

How Hard is TOO Hard (Spanking Reference)

Spanking Tips

Basic Rope Harness Graphic

How to Make Your Sub Feel Owned

Wax Play Graphic

Guide to Butt Stuff

Dom/Sub Language:

What to Say Other Than "It's Too Much"

D/S Prompts, Scenarios, and Phrases

Femdom

Controlling Your Male Sub

Torture Idea

What Straight Men Need to Know About Pegging

Pegging Positions to make it better for everyone

Prostate Milking in Chastity

Femdom Ideas, Thoughts, & Scenarios

AFTERCARE:

Dom Drops Aftercare

This will likely be continuously updated as I find things, will add dates for when updated

#ab dl lifestyle #bd/sm kink #ab/dl community #bd/sm blog #k!nk blog #knowledge is power #consent is sexy #bd/sm community #safe sane consensual

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epicbuddieficrecs · 5 months ago

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Weekly Recap | June 3rd-23rd 2024 ~ Podfics

Had to split the fic rec cause Tumblr couldn't handle how long it was 😅

Podfic

[Podfic] i want your midnights by Cass_Caelis/ @cassiopeiacaelis for heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (New Years Eve, First Kiss | 10-20min | Teen): Buck wasn't expecting his exes to show up at the New Year's party and he certainly wasn't expecting all of them wanting to kiss him at midnight. He only has one person in mind that he actually wants to kiss.

[podfic] trade amber clay roads for the sea foam by Matriaya // fic by @hattalove (Post-S5 | 10-20min | Teen): “It’s the thirty-seventh couch you’ve looked at today,” Eddie finally replies, trying to ignore the headache settling into his temples. “And I'm gonna guess there's something wrong with—what, the headrest?” Buck blinks at him. “It's the feet,” he mumbles, his gaze falling to the floor. “They're weirdly shaped.” in which buck is finally ready to buy a couch, except he doesn't seem to actually want one.

we made these memories for ourselves by half_bakedboy [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 // fic by half_bakedboy / @half-bakedboy (Love Confession, Chris&Buck | 10-20min | General): Buck (accidentally) starts a baby box for Christopher and Eddie finds out.

🔥 [podfic] the sound of love astounds me by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together | 10-20min | Teen): “All the more reason to sleep,” Eddie presses. Buck looks at him, blinking tiredly. “Okay,” he says, suddenly amenable, rounding the couch and climbing onto it. He drapes himself across it, settling on his back and shoving his head into Eddie’s lap with a contented sigh. Eddie sits frozen, book in one hand and the other hovering over Buck’s chest. or, there’s not a lot eddie wouldn’t do for buck

🔥 [podfic] share this hour of make-believe by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Quarantine, Getting Together | 10-20min | General): or, quarantine finds eddie sharing a bed with a pillow-thief and sleep-talker. he minds less than he thinks.

🔥 [Podfic] you knew the password (so I let you in the door) by RhetoricalQuestions/ @rhetoricalk // fic by lilythesilly / @lilythesilly (Post-S2 | 20-30min | General): “Last year,” he starts again, “We had this really rough call and Bobby—well, Hen and I went to check on him. We didn’t break down the door or anything because Hen had a key to his apartment.” His throat clicks when he swallows. “Said that they had keys to each other’s places in case one of them couldn’t make it home. And I don’t know I—it sounded nice. To have someone looking out for you like that. Just in case.” Eddie seems to come to a decision about something, because he nods once before pulling a key off of his own keyring and handing it to Buck. “Sounds nice to me too.” Or, Buck gives Eddie a key to his loft.

[podfic] but it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight/ @aro-of-artemis (Post-3x15: Eddie Begins | 20-30min | Teen): Turning his face to the side, his eyes landed on the collection of house keys that sat in a bowl on his counter. A key for his apartment, one for Maddie’s, the key to his Jeep and one for Eddie’s front door. Eddie had given it to him one day as though it were the simplest decision in the world. “Y’know. In case you ever need to watch Chris or something. Or in case of emergency.” OR Buck has a nightmare about Eddie dying, but he also has a key to Eddie's house.

🔥 Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 // fic by @hmslusitania (Getting Together | 20-30min | Teen): When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post.

🔥 [PODFIC] Into the Unknown by TheyReadWhatWeSow (TheyReapWhatWeSow) // fic by benjaminrussell (Canon Divergent, S4 | 30-45min | Teen): Buck is cursed. Cursed to have visions of the future but for no one to believe him. Over the years he’s got used to working around it, until one day, the 118 gets a new firefighter who believes him without question. Okay, Eddie does have some questions, but he believes Buck, and that’s the important thing. But then Buck wakes to a vision of Eddie getting shot. Will he able to prevent his vision from coming true or is he destined to lose the one person who believes him?

🔥 [podfic] I Opened My Eyes and There You Were by All_I_Ask / @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove (Post-S3, Getting Together | 30-45min | Explicit): In which Buck provides the dots and Eddie finally connects them.

🔥 [podfic] i have dreams where i kiss you and it’s pink by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together, Fluff | 45-60min | Teen): or, jee-yun buckley-han's third birthday party is in dire need of some fairy tale magic and buck's attempt to save the day might just be the thing that finally kills eddie

[podfic] fall right into me by Matriaya // fic by therainbowsedge / @therainbowsedge (PWP | 45-60min | Explicit): They plan the evening on a Tuesday afternoon while on their way back to the station from a call. “Wait.” Buck waves his hand in the air to pause the conversation. “You’ve never smoked weed?” “I’m a firefighter,” Eddie says like that’s an answer to Buck’s question. OR: Buddie gets high.

🔥 The Red Means I Love You by EtoileGarden [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 // fic by @etoilegarden (Post-S4, Angst | 2-2.5h | Mature): How stupid was it that a song that freaked him out so badly was still catchy enough that his brain decided to just play it on random repeat? He held it together for long enough to set the washing machine, to press start, to stumble upstairs to his bed, to lie down. For weeks and weeks after Eddie had been shot, Buck kept dreaming of different endings to the scene. Most of them involving Eddie just dying right there on the tarmac, just out of Buck’s reach. Buck trying to hold him together in the back of the engine even though Eddie was already gone. Buck begging him to stay, to stay, to hold on, please hold on, and Eddie letting go. ~ Eddie's left the 118 and Buck is definitely coping with that.

🔥 [Podfic] listen to you breathing (is where I wanna be) by Itty_Bitty_Blondie/ @itty-bitty-blondie // fic by Yavilee/ @theladyyavilee (Major Character Injury, Angst, Getting Together | 4-4.5h | Teen): The thing is – and Eddie should have known this, has been taught this cruel lesson over and over and over again – the thing is most of the time the worst day of your life will start like just any other day. A million small moments, so familiar and mundane you almost don’t even notice them slipping by - until you would give anything to go back and get just one more. (You can’t.) - Or the one where Buck is presumed dead after a building collapse and Eddie has to live through the reminder that tomorrow isn't promised to anyone

#buddie #buddie podfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec

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milksteakkk · 5 months ago

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hai… do u have any headcanons for the murphy siblings….. (separately and as a duo)

HELL YEAHHH

zoe !!

im a strawberry blonde zoe truther but i have no idea who she got it from

collects stupid stuff like bottle caps, can tabs, glass bottles etc to the point where it gets a bit out of hand (im projecting 😭)

kept all her stuffed animals from when she was a kid because she cant bear to get rid of them

not really a headcannon but shes soo the colour yellow to me... i love her dearly

carabiner wearer 🙏🏽🙏🏽

FRAGGLE ROCK ENJOYER

night in the woods and life is strange fan (max caufield is the love of her life)

jamiroqiai listener ��🔥

connor !!

loves lost media and tv hijacking incidents !! his fav of the latter is the joanna lopez case ^_^

silent hill enjoyer

cant sleep w/out background noise (his go to is usually smth from one of the silent hill soundtracks)

did most of his piercings either w miguel or by himself and alot of his first ones got infected 😭

watched alot of adult swim as a kid (some of his favs are aqua teen hunger force, space ghost coast to coast, the eric andre show and robot chicken)

type o negative listener ‼️

typically draws lots of body horror

resident evil fan (he and miguel completed re5 together, connor played as sheva and miguel was chris (important information trust))

bruises and scars ridiculously easy

both !!

WAISIAN (japanese and white american) MURPHY SIBLINGS RAGHHH ‼️‼️

when they were kids they would look for bugs together and whoever could find the weirdest looking one would win (win what ?? no idea but they both took it very seriously)

connor would make up the stupidest shit and trick zoe into believing it and she would get so mad when she found out whatever he said wasnt true

^ he once convinced her that popcorn was made of polystyrene when she was 7 and she believed it and refused to eat it for a whole year before cynthia told her the truth

they may have had a bad relationship when connor was alive, but the one thing that brought them together was their hatred of family gatherings/house parties. they would always avoid everyone and hide away in one of their rooms together until everyone had left

#thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about them......#answered asks #pinklemonslices #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #zoe murphy #love those goobers

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year ago

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Salvation pt.4 - The Finale

Sorry it's taken a little while! Here's the finale 😊

This also answers the prompt from @tegan8314 who wanted Roy & "I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did." 😘 Thank you!

Full Masterlist

Roy Kent Masterlist

Salvation: CH1 | CH2 | CH3

You deal with the aftermath of telling Roy... - smutty smut in this chapter 🔥

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The weight that was lifted from you felt even greater than the weight of the payments you spent eighteen months making. The lightness when you’d made the final payment was nothing compared to the lightness you felt that afternoon. When you’d met up with Sammy and Rebecca, they were making plans with Keeley on who to interview and when. You greeted Sam with a smile and a warmth he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen from you.

“Could we interview Roy towards the end please? He’s just mentioned some… work stuff he could do with sorting out first.” He heard the fib as he stepped out into the corridor next to you. Rebecca looked up at him,

“I thought I said I needed you free for the day?”

“It’s my fault, I wanted the backstory on just about everything in here.” You smiled, gesturing around the hall of fame, “took up a bit too much of his time.”

“Nonsense.” Rebecca said kindly, just as Roy mumbled,

“Never,” quietly enough for you to hear.

“Better get on with it then, Coach. We’ll see you in the media room?”

“Yeah sure, won’t be long.” He’s still watching you as he leaves, watching Sammy silently questioning if you’re ok, and the relief in your responding nod. You know you’ve given him a total information overload, it was no surprise that he just needed a little time to decompress. The interviews went well, snapshots of how Ted Lasso had made an impact on their lives and how they’d carried that forward. How Rebecca was trying to bring community back to football rather than corporate, and how Roy as a former player, was the lynchpin to it all - having seen both sides and having experienced toxic locker rooms they talked a lot about the new family-style approach they’d adopted at Richmond. You hadn’t been expecting the level of pride you felt when you watched his interview late in the afternoon. It seemed you weren’t the only one who’d gone through some significant changes over the last few years. He held the same intensity and drive, but with less anger bubbling under the surface. Once the day had wrapped up and Sammy had thanked Rebecca and Keeley profusely for the unlimited access to the team, you both sat in your car in silence. You felt Sammy’s shoulders shaking and when you looked over the gearstick, he was silently laughing.

“What’s funny?”

“That was such an amazing day!” He laughed with glee, the lifetime Richmond fan inside him taking over completely after a day of holding his composure. You joined him in laughter, the two of you giggling like kids with tears streaming down your faces.

“Thank you for bringing me. I really appreciate it.” You reached over to give him a one-armed hug,

“Come on, let’s go home for dinner.” You guided your car through the streets of Richmond and parked up a few doors down from Sammy and Nia’s house. The house smelled incredible, like your favourite Nia dish, “not my wife making your favourite meal after a busy day at work!” Sammy teased,

“She loves me, what can I say?! You’ll be grateful when you have an on demand babysitter, don’t try and deny it.”

“Get in here you two, dinner’s ready and I want to hear how it went! Did he cry?”

“Not til the way home, he was totally cool, calm and collected all day. I’m very proud.” You giggle, taking plates from Nia and planting a kiss on her cheek. Sammy spent dinner regaling his wife with the whole story of the day of his dreams, while you spent the entire time thinking about Roy. Being able to explain to him, and return his watch, had finally closed the lid on the last three years of heartache and stress. It felt like the unfinished chapter of your life had been completed, ready for you to move onto actually living.

“You ok sweetheart?” Nia asked, gently once Sammy had stopped talking long enough to eat.

“Yeah, I’m good. I spoke to Roy, explained everything. He took it well, all things considered.”

“You are fully repented.” She smiled, “free.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, feels pretty good though. Feels like I’ve done enough to forgive myself and maybe that’s enough?” You finish up dinner and load the dishwasher despite Nia’s protests before heading home. You're preoccupied with making sure you’ve gathered all the junk from your car - coffee cups, laptop bag, handbag, water bottle, that you nearly trip over the body on your doorstep. “Oh fuck! Roy?”

“Yeah, shit, I didn’t expect a kickin’?” He rubbed at his shin with a wince.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to find you on my doorstep. How did you find my doorstep?”

“You had to fill in a health and safety form at work,”

“Pretty sure those are confidential?”

“Ok, I asked Sammy and he told me.”

“Ok, yeah I can accept that one,” you told him with a shrug. “How long have you been out here?”

“Hour or -” he checked his watch, the one you returned to him, “two. Closer to two.”

“I went to Sammy’s for dinner.”

“Figured as much. I didn’t have your number.”

“Should have taken it off the form,” you smirked,

“I prefer the element of surprise.”

“Coming in?”

“If that’s ok?”

“No, it’s not.” His face fell for a second, “I’m just messing. Course you can.” He followed you, as you turned on lights with your elbow and found a home for all the stuff in your arms. “Beers in the fridge,” you suggested, and he set to work uncapping them. When you get back to the living room, he handed yours over and you clink the necks of the bottle together,

“To forgiveness.” He muttered quietly.

“Is that what this is?”

“Course it is, what else could it be?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to forgive so easily. You don’t have to.”

“I want to. It’s not about my forgiveness, I reckon you’ve been fuckin’ torturing yourself for long enough.” You paused with the bottle halfway to your mouth. He’d get on well with Nia.

“Thank you.” You both drink in silence, leaning against the kitchen counter. “You were amazing today, you know?” He doesn’t look up from his bottle. “So different, but so familiar. Like… the best version of yourself, if that makes sense.”

“That’ll be the fuckin’ therapy.” He chuckled,

“Yeah? I should get on that.” The label of your bottle is peeling under the weight of the condensation, “I never meant to fall in love with you, you know?” He does look up at that, his gaze holding yours, “I thought we hadn’t been together that long, I could get away with just walking away and…” you wave your hand as you trail off.

“I never meant to fall in love with you,” He repeats your words, “but I did.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. One of those kinds of love where you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have happened.” He moves to stand in front of you,

“I only wanted to protect you. Protect your career.”

“I wish you’d given me the same fucking chance.” He cupped your cheek and you lean into it, “how many nights you spent working all those stupid hours and I could have just paid that money like it was fucking nothing. I made more than that in a week when I was at Chelsea.”

“I wouldn’t have taken your money, Roy.” Neither of you point out that you stole his watch instead.

“You wouldn’t have taken it, I’d have given it to you. I could have saved you from so much shit and pain.” His voice cracks a little at the tears openly streaming down your cheeks. He’s so close you can see the freckles on his cheeks, the fine cut line of his neatly trimmed beard. The soft lines in the corners of his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” You tell him.

“That’s my fucking line,” he leans down to you, brushing his thumbs lightly over your cheeks to wipe the tears away, “thief. That’s my watch, my line, my fucking heart… anything else while I’m here?”

“Your heart?”

“You never gave it back to me, you’ve had it the whole time.”

"Fuck me, Roy, that's a line," you sigh.

"I thought it was pretty good actually," he reasoned.

"It was very good. Do you plan on making the most of making me swoon?" That's all the permission he needs. He kisses you and you realise that he was also the last person you kissed three long years ago. He was the last person to really touch you, to hear your cries of pleasure, the last person in your bed. It's like he’s oxygen and you can't get enough. Your hands grasp at his top, pulling it off. You reach then for your own, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. He nips at your jaw and down your neck, "god Roy, I've missed you. F-fuck, I've missed this." He hooks a hand under your thigh, bringing it up over his hip and leans you back into the counter. The heat of your core presses against him and you know you’re already soaked with anticipation.

"Can't believe I let you walk away from me." He grunted, his mouth on your neck, your chest, your lips - anywhere he can. "Fuck, need a condom," he mutters. You shake your head,

"There hasn't been anyone since you." You confirm, embarrassed that it had been 3 years, he stops in his tracks,

"No one?"

"It wasn't exactly a priority initially, and then I just…" you shrug, "No one would have come close to you, Roy." His eyes are dark, his jaw clenched tight.

"Fuckin' hell," he growls, " Fuckin' hell. " His grip on your hip and thigh tighten, sure to leave bruises. You can feel his hard cock against your inner thigh and roll your hips into him,

"please Roy, fuck me and fill me up," you plead, turning his face with your hand so you can kiss along the neat line of his beard. He needs no further encouragement to unzip his pants and roughly push your underwear to one side. He pushes into you straight to the hilt without warning and despite the fact that your pussy is flooded for him, there's still a brief sharp pain as he stretches you to fit him. Once he's fully seated, he pauses to kiss you,

"You ok? You sure?" He asks.

"I'm sure, please don't stop," you beg, "please, Roy I need you to fuck me," the feeling of him inside you, surrounding you, has you babbling as he thrusts into you rhythmically.

"You've been waiting for this?"

"Been waiting for you," you can already feel your body tightening, the walls of your pussy clenching his cock desperately. After 3 years, you're half surprised you didn't come the second he pushed into you. "Jesus fuck, Roy -" you break off with a sob as you come. He's only a couple of stuttered thrusts behind when he spills into you with a low groan. When he pulls out, your thighs are sticky with your combined release.

"I love you," he whispers, "and I missed you and I'm not letting you get away this time."

"I love you too." Your eyes well with tears again, "I'm not going anywhere." Your heart could burst, you're so happy and you know you’re never gonna to walk away again.

FIN

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nitearmorweek · 8 months ago

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APRIL 2 | TEMPERANCE: to temper or act as a counterbalancing force. Prompts: “But it’s just that I fell in love with a war.” ✰ Heavy are the hips that wear the strap ✰ Bound ✰ Brat Taming ✰ Kneel ✰ Sensory Play ✰ Sacrilege and Salvation ✰ Collar ✰ Keldabe Kiss ✰ Medieval AU ✰

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Check out our full About & Rules for more information, or the full prompt list for the rest of the week 🔥 Happy NiteArmor Week!

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make-dragonspyre-great-again · 1 month ago

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finally doing a pinned!! 📍

You can call me Sylvie! Or "that one guy who really likes dragonspyre", whatever you can come up with. Drake or Draco are cool too.

Any pronouns r fine, no specific preference. Gender isn't real.

This is one of my many sideblogs I keep my interests to, so if I have a long period of inactivity on here that probably means my hyperfixation has swapped! I'll be back one day though - consider that a threat.

dms and asks are always open even if you just wanna chat!! i'll try to get to them asap, feel free to tag me in things and toss ask games into my askbox, don't be afraid about spamming as I love seeing numbers get big

I have a strangely large collection of pets so if you need a lend for your tome or need a pet body, feel free to hmu!

i have some pets with damage/resist talents i'd be happy to lend if you need to work on a "proper meta" pet! (balance, death and storm atm - working on the other schools slowly)

if you get stuck on any bosses i’d be happy to try and help, i have two maxes so let me know if you'd rather i play support or hit for you

this will be updated as I think of more things to add!

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tag guide:

#questlog ;; posts i make as part of my questing experience on any of my wizards

#oc: [name] ;; replacing [name] with the characters name, mostly just a collection tag for that specific oc

#offtopic ;; self-explanatory, not usually wiz related

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Under the read more is my ingame character list if you wanna ask me about them! I just put the quick jist of information. I have a document that goes more in-depth about their personality, backstory and appearance + various trivia alongside more wiz and pirate related characters etc that reside in the same universe. (If you wish to see the document... you must answer my riddles three...)

In-game character list:

Wizard101

⚖️ Alicia DragonHeart, Sorcerer - main!

Lady of the Falling Sky / Divine Paradox

Any Pronouns

Formerly human, now full Draconian/Dragon Titan on account of The Curse and untrained polymorphing.

💀 Destiny NightStalker, Necromancer

Phantom's Menace / Undead Executioner

Token Transmasc, he/they/it

It's hard to tell whether he's human, part undead or potentially a wraith but one thing for sure is despite all odds he's still kicking.

⛈️ Rika TempestSurge, Diviner - current questing character in Mirage

Stormbreaker / Champion of Stars and Tides

She/they/it/xe

Kraken

🍀 Sierra LifeBloom, Theurgist

Ward against Blight / Scion of Bartleby

She/they/fae

Forest Fairy

Raised by polyamorous female dryads deep in the Avalon forest

🔥 Kestrel SunPyre, Pyromancer

Fire Starter / Harbringer of Daylight

She/they

Might be part cat? Thinking about it

Adopted by middle-class Marleybonians dogs

❄️ Holly GrimTundra, Thaumaturge

Valiant of the Sunless Shrine

She/they

⚠️ Morgan LegendHunter, Conjurer - I plan to quest on them when the Krokotopia graphic revamp hits live

Victor of Kan Davasi / Cipher of Lost Glyphs

Three-eyed Cyclops

They/them. Gets called "she" or "he" rather often and typically just responds with a tired sigh.

Pirate101

Cecilia Silver, Witchdoctor - main

Has the same first name as my Sorcerer in-game, but lore and character-wise I refer to her as Cecilia to help separate them

She/xe/they

Merciless Faith, Swashbuckler

She/they

Two-faced Harmony, Buccaneer

He/she

My Privateer and Musketeer will be added whenever I get around to making them, which might be a while since I don't play pirate as much as I do wiz and typically only play during the free weeks. I can only afford one membership at a time because of the ridiculous prices :(

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the-nova-council · 4 months ago

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Picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/582810

We're the Council, nice to meet you! Here's a quick introduction to each of us:

Apollo ☀️ The head of the Council, our beloved leader and older brother figure. He gets shit done and we love him for that! He also keeps us functioning and we tend to fall apart when he's in the void for a long time.

Felix 🐈‍⬛ That's me, author of this post! And reluctantly the host for now. I'm the researcher and compiler of information, but I also get really sad a lot, sorryyyyy

Artemis 🌙 Our social butterfly and hair dye expert, sk8er girl, skin care routine, taker of showers and brusher of teeth. And a gossip! She does, in fact, want to hear about your friend's mom's crush who works at the drugstore, and your neighbor's beef with the mailman, please spill the tea. (Also took co-front to help write these so I'm here now, Hiiii! -Artemis)

Cora 💜 Our middle and a major component of our mask- she was the host throughout childhood! Loves to be colorful and messy. A free spirit and creative artist and poet!

Wyldfire 🔥 On all levels but physical, he is a wolf. Awooo - For real though, he has a teen form and a wolf form and is quick to anger. He likes loud, bass-heavy music, will bite people in a mean way, and has a strong sense of justice.

Elias 🪞 The only non-asexual member of this system. Has his own separate Tumblr account because he's a bit of a freak /affectionate. He is allowed to post friendly things here but if he's in a mood he will be banished to his private account and/or horny jail.

Mino ⭐ Our little! Beloved baby boy, he rarely fronts and doesn't type so good, but he is a sweetheart.

Eerie 🌀 Local gatekeeper is the only member of this system who doesn't like coffee, more at six. Eerie stays near front the majority of the time and helps things run smoothly, despite being our most recent split Apollo considers her his assistant and right hand man. (I'm his left hand man :3 -Felix)

Epsilon ⏰ Our only known fictive, so far removed from her source she is unrecognizable! A Time Lady of Gallifrey, survivor of the Time War, medic and mechanic, she is our mother figure, caretaker, and favourite backseat driver. When she fronts, we don't emote much and speak in a freakishly flat tone, and she doesn't experience many emotions! We love that for her /gen

Angel 🪽 Self-identified persecutor, he is also our oldest friend. Angel is the only member of our system who isn't atheist/agnostic, which is indeed a little weird. Nonhuman, a little creepy, rarely fronts, suspected trauma holder... Being of divine love and divine justice. And catholic Guilt. Whoops.

Additional system info: The body is 22, we collectively use they/he pronouns (individual intro posts will be made by those who want to make one when they come to front!!), we are an undiagnosed traumagenic OSDD system, we have other mental health issues we will not be listing here, English is our only language, we are American, we are queer, we don't tolerate hate or exclusion, and we are quick with the block hammer. We don't have time for discourse. We welcome any and all friendly interaction though!

Bastion 🛡️ Rare fronter, high memory barriers, low communication. He has recently begun sharing more, and even spending time in the headspace! He likes hiding (but not seeking), and bunnies. He is an age slider similar to Cora, within the 6-12 range.

Merricat 🌸 Clone of a fusion of Felix & Cora! They chose their name from We Have Always Lived In The Castle and has many traits from each of the original components of her fusion, but has grown into an individual since then and even co-fronted with Felix!

Main Blog, which existed long before we had our syscovery, and will continue to be run as usual: @apollo-zero-one

#osdd system #osdd #osddid #introduction #blog intro #Felix 🐈‍⬛#Artemis 🌙

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spacepiratenemo · 1 year ago

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20th Century Fox proudly presents: The Jackpot Space Pirate Crew

👽*insert century-fox music here* 👽

I proudly present: The entire Jackpot Space Pirate Crew in one picture !

👾Behold my sweat and tears drawn into a group pic that satisfies my inner Geek.

🌖Corresponding to this picture, there also is the Artbook available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1272855488-the-jackpot-space-pirate-crew-a-lunarian-artbook

🔥 Inside this book, you'll discover additional information about the Jackpot Crew, stories about their lives, the principles they live by, and an entertaining interview with my beloved Nemo.

🌠 To the Crew: The Jackpots inhabit their own Lore within an alternate universe/ and the existing universe of One Piece. Self-proclaimed as the most successful and badass Crew in outer space, these individuals are a bunch of nutheads and crazies. They engage in pranks, revel in ridiculousness, and embark on perilous adventures. Led by the famous Starhunter, the Jackpots are known to oppose the laws of the galactic federation. Despite glaring differences between crew members, much like the Whitebeard Crew or the Strawhat Crew, they form a family—a cohesive unit that works together, unwaveringly supporting one another while revelling in their collective insanity and playful trolling.

“The best people are a selected handful of utterly insane individuals.”

Feel free to drop your Q&A in the comments!

Creds: One Piece by #EiichiroOda

Jackpot Space Pirate Crew by #spacepiratenemo

Jango’s Bandshirt is credited by GrimReefer Jax’s Bandshirt is credited by Astral Pigs Mars and Jupiter “planetary item” is credited by NASA

“We're not breaking the rules. We're adjusting the terms of the contract!"

The Jackpot Space Pirate Crew

Venaros D. Zekka, 舌禍. The Starhunter; Capt’n & big badass. Infamous anarchist, rebellious leader, father and guide. “Too cool for the universe”. Does whatever he wants. Never play by the rules. Do no harm but take no shit. Lunaliel Alliqui. First Mate & Combat Master. Known for irrational, hot tempered behaviour. Wildchild. Brain size doesn’t exceed one peanut. Is sexy and he knows it - Some girls love it, some girls hate it. 1.3 Million followers on Moonstagram. Add on Spacechat for hot nsfw pics. Lunaliel Nemo. Mecha & Gunslinger. Known as possibly the best cybertech in the multiverse. “Mouse”. Will sell your soul for one coconut. Loves to bend the laws of physics to her will. Is unfortunate to be the little sister of a dumbass. Loose tongue and twisted temper, a spaceborne misfit. Ben//: Bionically-Engineered-Neomachine (Here in Broski-Mode//Combat-Mode) - A self maintaining droid with a self-learning A.I capable of improving itself on a daily level. Bionically recreated after lagomorphic biology; engineered to assist, protect, destroy. Usually Ben is in its smaller form; undertaking crude, mediocre tasks for Nemo or guiding her horde of bots and droids. Cato Jango. Beteigeuzian Tau. Scientist & Historian. 4:20 is any time! Stoned Shooter. “If it ain’t broke, fix it till it is” Source of wisdom and calm. Tries to explore the biology of different solar systems. His home world got destroyed as Beteigeuze turned into a black hole. Stellato Lena. Medic & Healer. Skypeian Refugee. Former head medic of the Pangean Society. Done with Alliqui’s BS! Nemo’s best friend. The Captn’s consultant. The sweet voice of reason in a group of crazy people. May be delightful, but will slice you. Tenebrius Ghyslainn. “Ghyst” // Ghost, Geist. Prince of Charon, Pledge of Pluto. Charonian Assassin; Nightwatch. Stronger than Obscuritas - Weaker than Caligo. Challenger of the night of a thousand tears. “.....” - Doesn’t talk much.

Maluga Jax. The Regulus-Renegate. Pilot & Pyrotechnician. Starlord of the Enceladus. Loves good old thrash metal & questionable cacti juice. Big fan of Milliway’s hot dogs. Former slave child of the Kardaij Mining Systems. Possibly carrier of Cygnian blood. “Seras” Mace. First Son of the Seras Family. Head Warrior of the Olympus Tribe. Martial Artist & Musician. Mace refers to the bludgeoning weapon, resembling his skilled fist. Loves some good f*cking metal music. Has only combat, music and training on his mind. Possibly most disciplined. Cimpi & Cimpa // Kimpi-Kimpo : Elf-Zwölf. Lunarian Orphans. Fashionistas & Infiltrators. “Too kawaii to die!” Are too cute to be suspected of any wrongdoings. Will play the confusing twin-game all the time. Who is who? You’ll never know! Wanna try some fashion? You’d be a perfect model for their lit “Jackpot-Couture”. Everyone can be cute with a little glitter.

Follow me on Wattpad for more or check out the Lunarian Artbook here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/R0tt3n_Rabbit

Thank you for your support <3 *alien-hugs*

// Glitch Warning for the video // sensitive eyes warning!

#onepiece #onepieceoc #originalcharacter #originalcharacterdesign #originalcharacterart #onepieceart #onepiecefanart #spacepirates #jackpotspacepiratecrew #OC #pirates #animeart #fandom #fandomart #spaceart #artistsofinstagram #mycharacters #fanfic

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partrin · 1 year ago

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hey hi if you’re still up for answering random questions, what are the guys like on social media? do they love it? hate it? active or not? involved in silly discussions or super heated debates?

oh. oh. this is gonna be a long one. disclaimer: these are all headcanons purely based on vibes. purely vibes, nothing more. they're also all like, in their early to mid 20s in these headcanons for some reason. let's begin.

makoto: average, responsible socmed user that uses it in healthy doses. mainly uses facebook and instagram, if only to keep up-to-date with his loved ones. his instagram posts are always personal and heartfelt; he always writes long, meaningful captions littered with words of affirmation to show his gratitude. scrolls tiktok on occasion for cute cat videos (that he shares with ran and ren, sometimes the iwatobi group chat, other times the hybrid iwatobi-samezuka (iwasame???) group chat). likes to leave positive, uplifting comments on people's posts and igstories. wholesome socmed user, 10/10 would recommend

nagisa: DOOMSCROLLER. NEEDS SOMEONE TO MONITOR HIS SCREENTIME. SOMEONE TAKE HIS PHONE AWAY. has a youtube account where he likes to upload strange vlogs with clickbait titles (somehow manages to manipulate haru into appearing in some of his vlogs to post clickbait thumbnails every now and then after realising his viewers found haru pretty to look at). jumps on the tiktok dance trend bandwagon and ropes rei into doing it with him (successfully!!!!!!!), is very proud of doing the "NIGHT DANCER" by imase trend. is hooked on reading AITA reddit threads, which he discusses, passionately, with rei. serial igstory poster—posts literally a n y t h i n g. regular gossip forum commenter. has been shadowbanned multiple times on multiple different sites for varying reasons. sometimes posts #GRWM videos where he's putting together an outfit or doing his hair while casually detailing about how he once almost commited a felony

rei: uses socmed because it can be a, quote, "valuable source of information" for current affairs, science journalism, political debates. yes, he is THAT twitter user, often replied to with this meme:

is a sceptic when it comes to tiktok, usually asks for content creators to post verified, credible sources so he can fact-check. his instagram, however, is of course a collection of pictures of things he finds—yep, you guessed it—beautiful. shares articles he's read on igstory and gets excited when people discuss them with him

haru: contrary to popular belief, he is not entirely averse to using socmed, but uses it very scarcely. king of posting cryptic, one-word captions on his posts. could literally be in athens for the olympics and the only thing he'd post on igstory about it is a blurry pic of his foot on the pavement with the caption "hot".. reacts to his friends' igstories with "🔥" but says nothing else. his main instagram posts, however, are very aesthetic (cue beautifully-taken pictures of the pool, sky, cherry blossom petals drifting on the surface of a river, you get it). doesn't use facebook ("too much work"). is a loosey-kun fan artist on twitter. is fiercely protective of his friends (mostly rin) and would post anonymous comments arguing with haters on swimming forums

rin: king of posting (unintentional) thirst-traps (e.g. gym mirror selfies of him seated on the bench press, manspreading, phone obscuring his face). has pinterest boards for fashion inspiration, inspirational quotes, "101 Romantic Ideas for You and Your Partner".. unironically posts shit like this:

has burner accounts for stalking potential competition (perceive that however you may). used to actively use tumblr in his teen years, where he'd reblog posts of song lyrics, inspirational quotes, depressing quotes, pictures of his favourite bands on tour, swimming, scenic pictures of japan (to quell his homesickness), that ONE pretentious john green quote ("It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.") gets an ego boost off comments complimenting him; plays it off by replying humbly (while secretly screenshotting everything to use as motivation to keep working out because THE GRIND NEVER STOPS 💪🏼🔥💯💯). has a burner twitter account to stalk tweets from swimming fans

sousuke: internet troll. hasn't updated instagram since 2010, his last post being a picture of him and some dudes with that ugly gingham filter slapped across it. is an admin behind a dank memes page called "Memes and Dreams".. occasionally gets on omegle to troll people. likes to reply to tweets and reddit threads with "source: trust me bro" just to piss people off and rile them up. was an avid vine user and is slowly coming to terms with tiktok being its latest replacement (will NEVER admit he enjoys tiktok). replies to rin's posts with shit like "lame" "bruh" "bffr" "😏".. gets a dopamine hit everytime rin takes the bait

......and scene oh my god thank you for sending me this ask. i had a lot of fun coming up with this 😭

#free!#headcanons #partrin answers shit #tachibana makoto #hazuki nagisa #ryugazaki rei #nanase haruka #matsuoka rin #yamazaki sousuke #the characters featured in this post are fictitious. any resemblance to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental #okay but this was really fun to write lmfaoooooo

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cains-coin-shop · 1 year ago

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🪦Welcome to my blog!🪦

Hello! Welcome to my coining blog! My name is Cain, and I use this blog to coin alterhuman and xenogender terms!

About Me

✰ I'm eighteen

✰ I'm nonbinary, genderfluid, and xenogender

✰ I'm bisexual and polyamorous

✰ I love Monster energy drinks and Pepsi

✰ I love vulture culture

✰ I'm an alterhuman and a tulpamancer (I am NOT a system! I don't agree with tulpamancers using the term "system.")

✰ I'm an age regressor and age dreamer. My regression/dreaming ages are 1-5 yrs old!

About My Alterhumanity

THERIOTYPES

✰ Red fox 🦊

✰ Arctic wolf ❄️🐺

✰ Snow leopard ❄️🐆

KINTYPES

✰ Ghostkin 👻

LINKTYPES

✰ Crow 🐦‍⬛

✰ Arctic werewolf ❄️🐺🌕

✰ Mermaid 🧜‍♀️

✰ Bombay cat 🐈‍⬛

✰ Hellhound 🐺🔥

OTHERS

✰ not deer 🏔🦌 (otherhearted)

About My Tulpas

Disclaimer: I do not believe that tulpamancers are systems. "Tulpagenic systems" do not exist. Tulpas can possess or switch with their hosts, but it doesn't make them a system, as it is consensual and not a disorder, but a spiritual practice/psychological phenomenon.

✰ I am not pro or anti endogenic systems, but more neutral. I am not a system or a tulpa myself. I am a tulpamancer who created a tulpa, or more accurately a soulbond, by accident. I don't agree with people w/o DID/OSDD using the term system but I'm also not one to pick on people who choose to use those terms, as it is not my decision to make.

✰ Tulpamancy is not a closed practice. Go to r/tulpa on reddit for more info on the subject! There are posts that are very informative and useful!

Tagging System

#cains cemetery thoughts - rants and vents

#cains coin collection - my terms and flags

#cains classroom - tips, tricks, and info on tulpamancy, lgbtq2ia+, MOGAI, witchcraft, and alterhumanity.

#cains funniest home videos - things that give me gender/species euphoria, or just stuff related to my theriotypes/linktypes/kintypes/etc.

#cains circus - stuff about my tulpas/imaginary friends

#cains V/H/S tapes - vulture culture content, may be graphic and involve dead/taxidermied animals!!

#cains colouring book - age regression/dreaming related stuff!

Feel free to block any of these!

DNI

✰ kandiqueers, xenosatanists, and pro contact harmful paras can go eat yellow snow :D

✰ transrace and variants, please dni :3

✰ "transyanderes/transstalkers/transOLD" who just claim those labels cause they're "aesthetic" FUCK OFF!!!

✰ I don't have a super strict DNI other than tge things above me, but I ask that ageplay, DDLG or variants, and any kink blogs in general to please not interact with me. Also, basic dni criteria (racist, xenophobic, anti lgbtq+, neo-nazi, etc)

✰ vent blogs that post sensitive content like s/h or ed content are fine to interact/use my terms, but I likely won't follow back because I don't really want to see anything triggering. If you post heavy uncensored sh, then please dni as this blog is supposed to be an escape from that type of stuff for me, ty! (Feel free to interact with me on a more sfw account, though) :3

✰ radqueers and transID/transX, wishID, etc pls don't interact unless I do first. I'm not supportive of radqueer beliefs or pro-c/harmful transids. If I interact with your account, it's probably because you make cool mood boards or you're an "alter pack" account, and I need inspo for my imaginary companions/head friends :3

✰ respectful questions from antis of furries, therians, otherkins, alterhumans, xenogenders/neopronouns, etc. are always welcome as long as you are polite and respectful. I'm not here to debate you, though, so please don't bother trying to argue for the sake of arguing.

✰ if I violate your DNI, please don't hesitate to let me know! If you have any questions, please don't be afraid to message me! I don't bite :D

#about myself #about my blog #blog intro #gender coining #mogai coining #xeno coining #coining blog

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lilyevanstan1325 · 11 months ago

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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 10

Amaya POV

I walk with the gun pointed in front of me.

The only light is the red emergency neon that giving the corridors a sinister air.

Here below the screams from the upper floors are barely audible.

Sharon walks beside me, the gun ready for use.

All around us only rubble and smoke.

“The prisons are one floor below.The elevators are all gone, we will have to go up the stairs hoping they have withstood the explosions” Sharon informs me.

Her information is short and concise.

Her sense of duty is greater than any other feeling at the moment.

If I had been in her place, I don't know if I could have been so professional.

Collaborating with the woman who not even 48 hours before stole your man requires a great deal of willpower.

"Great" I sigh.

We continue our descent, check every room to make sure they are all safe.

"And I thought you were just Fury's boring and faithful secretary"

I turn to Sharon lifting a corner of my lips.

She continues with her monologue.

"And instead you are a killer, one of the best.Isn't that true Agent Zero?" she asks me.

I check around the corner and see that the passage is free.

"I see you've done your homework Agent Carter"

"The enemy must be studied"

"I'm not the enemy Sharon"

She looks at me with a skeptical expression.

I roll my eyes.

I know it is not the most suitable time but I am sure that such an opportunity will never happen to me again.

I grab her by the arm and stop her, check the room on my right and once I'm sure it's safe I enter dragging her with me.

"Listen to me Sharon, I know this is not the time and maybe it never will be but I wanted to apologize to you" I tell her in one breath.

“I never meant to take James away from you.I was wrong I know but I want you to know that I tried…I really tried to stay away from him.I tried with all of myself”

Sharon continues to remain silent and I take the opportunity to tell her everything that is wearing out my soul.

“I know you will think that I am doing all this to wash my conscience but I assure you that it is not.I have always respected you as a woman.As an agent.I respect your family.Your family is the reason why today I am a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, your family have always been a role model for my parents and for me.I'm sorry.I'm sorry I hurt you in the worst way a woman could be hurt.I hate myself for it but...but I love James.I really love him more than anything else.And I know you still love him too…and I…I don't…”

I run a hand through my hair trying to collect my thoughts.

“I'm sorry Sharon.I know that with my apologies you will wipe your ass off”

I see her giggle a little but as soon as she becomes aware of her peat immediately serious, her hazel gaze hard and sharp.

“I'm not asking for your forgiveness because I know I don't deserve it but I'm asking you to forgive James.Even if you feel hurt and don't believe him, know that you are one of the most important people in his life.You have always been there for him.And even if he doesn't say it so as not to hurt me, I know that he is suffering a lot from the whole situation.God!If he knew what I'm telling you...but it doesn't matter!I am convinced that you must know.He is bad without you.Please, please talk to him”

Sharon's eyes moisten.

I continue undeterred, the minutes are numbered and I have to tell her everything I think.

“If I could go back I would change a lot of things…but I can't…” I sigh wearily

“I just want him to be happy and I feel like shit telling you but he wasn't happy with you.He was suffering.He suffered and no one noticed.You have never noticed"

The woman in front of me looks at me with an unreadable expression on her face, wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and heads for the door.

"We have to go" are the only words that come out of her lips.

I sigh in resignation and return to focus on the mission.

I tried.

I hope someday she and Bucky can clear up.

We leave the semi-destroyed room and set out again along the dark and dusty corridors.

An imperceptible noise draws my attention by putting all my senses on alert.

I reach out my arm in front of Sharon, stopping her path, she looks at me with a questioning look.

I signal her to be quiet and pointing to my ear, I suggest at her to listen carefully.

We remain motionless for about 20 seconds, carefully scrutinizing everything around us.

That noise again.

It sounds like a moan and seems to come from the room to our left.

I nod to Sharon and walk over to her.

"I go forward.Cover my shoulders.And whatever happens go away, don't wait for me” I whisper barely audibly.

She looks at me with a strange expression that I cannot decipher.

She nods and positions herself behind me.

Ironic.

I am trusting her to the point of putting my life in her hands when she would have every right to put a bullet in my head and leave my corpse in this rubble.

Once we approach the entrance to the room where the faint lament seems to come from, we exchange a glance, the first to enter is me.

The room is half destroyed, there is rubble everywhere and half of the ceiling has collapsed.

A little movement catches my attention.

A hand appears from under the rubble of the collapsed ceiling and that faint lament repeats itself.

“Sharon run!I need you!" I yell at the woman who stayed at the door to make sure no one came.

Sharon rushes to me on her knees like I just did.

I grab the hand that comes out of that debris and squeeze it.

My squeeze is reciprocated.

"Take courage we will free you immediately" I say trying to instill some courage in this poor unfortunate.

Let's start digging with our hands, as fast as we can.

In the meantime, I activate my earpiece and try to communicate with my team.

“Steve can you hear me?Sam?James?Can you hear me?"

No reply.

Just a buzz.

"We are too low, there is no coverage here.If I'm not mistaken we should be two floors below ground” Sharon tells me with shortness of breath as she continues to move large chunks of the ceiling.

"Damn!" I swear.

I manage to take off the biggest piece and two big dark eyes that I know so well are staring at me.

"Amaya" she whispers and soon after she starts coughing.

Sharon and I look into each other's eyes and get back to work faster than before.

“Hold on Maria.Hold on" I whisper with my heart beating madly.

Maria Hill is the first friend I've ever had.

She is the only person besides Fury who knows my true identity.

And what seemed to be a simple working relationship over the years has grown into a solid friendship.

We had talked on the phone a few hours earlier.

And now she was buried alive struggling to stay conscious.

“Maria stay with me, ok?Breath slowly.We're almost there, a little longer and you'll be free” I tell her looking into her eyes.

Her face is dirty and full of dust.

There is a cut on her forehead where her blood has already congealed.

"I'm fine Amaya.Don't worry”

Her upper body is free.

Now only a large sheet of metal blocks her legs.

"Can you move your legs Maria?" Sharon asks about her, running a hand over her forehead to wipe away the sweat.

“No, I can't but they hurt so I don't think I have any injuries.I'm just stuck”

When she replies, I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding.

Sharon looks me in the eyes and points her instructions.

“I grab from this side and you stand in front of me.I will count to three and at my three we lift with all the strength we have”

I nod.

"Ok...one, two...three"

On three of her we both leverage our legs and try to lift the heavy metal.

A strangled sound due to the effort comes out of my throat.

The plate lifts about two inches."Maria tries to free you" Sharon murmurs, gritting her teeth with the effort.

Maria, helping herself with her arms, slips her from under the trap.

At the same time, Sharon and I let go of the metal plate that falls to the ground with a deafening noise.

I immediately rush to my friend.

"How are you?Do you think you have something broken?" I ask her.

Maria coughs again and tries to answer me.

"I think...I think..." but she stops because another coughing fit is shaking her.

I look at her in alarm.

When she calms down she tries to speak again.

"No, nothing broken but I'm hurt"

So she saying she lifts her jacket and beneath her a large red stain covers her once immaculate blouse.

I grab the garment and lift it, a fragment of glass protrudes from her side.

Ok, don't panic.

I have to think fast.

But Maria's voice interrupts my thoughts.

“What are you two doing down here?I mean you two together”

I roll my eyes.

She is always the same.

I don't answer her but Sharon does it for me.

“We have to find the Wakandian.Why were you here instead?" Carter asks as she looks carefully at Hill's wound.

“I went down with Rumlow and his men.I stopped at an office to sign documents, and at the first explosion I went back to help the agents go upstairs.

While I was inspecting the last room, the roof collapsed on me"

"You'll be fine Maria.We have faced worse.Do you remember Caracas?" I ask, lifting a corner of my lips.

“Oh Christ.We just survived that mission”

We laugh together.

Then I turn to Sharon.

"Take her upstairs.She needs medical attention immediately” I tell her.

"I'm not leaving you alone" she replies back, looking straight into my eyes.

“And I'm not going to let you kill one of my best friends.You take her upstairs.I have to get to the prisons.I will not be alone, surely there will be Rumlow and other agents under there”

I will not accept any reply to my words.

I stand up dragging Maria with me.

Sharon approaches the two of us and puts an arm around Maria's waist.

She entrusts it to her completely.

"Go" I order.

They both look at me worried.

“I can take care of myself.Go” I insist urgently.

The two women walk slowly and limping towards the door.

"Sharon?" I call her but then I freeze.

What the hell was I going to do?

Was I really going to tell her to relay a message to Bucky?

I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head.

"Be careful" I just tell her.

She looks at me and her words take me completely off guard.

"Don't worry, I'll tell James you're okay and safe"

I look at her with disbelief.

Maria's eyes go back and forth between me and Sharon, her lips curved into a sly smile.

She seems amused by the whole situation.

"Thank you" I murmur about her turning my back and resuming my descent towards the prisons.

I begin to descend the last ladder that will take me to my final destination.

I hit something with my foot and at first I don't understand what it is...then thanks to the red emergency neon lights that flash non-stop I see that it is a corpse.

I observe the weapons he holds in his hands and the black uniform he wears.

He is a member of Rumlow's team.

And he has a bullet in his forehead.

I tighten my grip on my gun and remove the safety.

This is the proof that there are not just friends down there.

I continue slowly, all senses alert.

There is nothing left in my head.

No worries.

In this moment, I am the glacial Agent Zero again.

I continue up the stairs, meeting another dozen corpses on my way.

I arrive in a long corridor, mostly destroyed by the explosions.

I look around.

The cells on my sides are all empty.

On the long floor there are other corpses but this time I don't recognize them.

They wear camouflage and red balaclavas.

They are all dead.

My heart beats furiously in my ears.

Voices come from the last cell on the left.

I sneak up to it.

When I reach the bars of the last cell I barely reach out and what I see makes no sense.

Rumlow is sitting on the floor.

He is clearly wounded in the arm, a large makeshift bandage wraps the injured part.

Standing in front of him is Lucas.

Lucas Scott.

He has his hands turned upwards, as if he were giving up.

From here I can see the strong and firm profile of his jaw.

His blonde hair is covered in dust and blood.

He is more handsome than I remembered.

I watch him carefully and he seems unharmed.

I just need to look a few meters in front of him to see a man, in fact he is just a boy.

He has dark skin and long hair braided behind his neck.

And he's pointing a gun at Lucas.

I have to intervene.

I take two steps, just crawling my feet in order to attract the attention of the Wakandian.

As soon as his gaze lands on me he immediately points the gun at me.

“Don't shoot.Don't shoot.I'm not here to hurt you” I tell him showing him my hands and slowly, very slowly I put my weapon on the floor.

Lucas looks at me with wide eyes.

I approach Rumlow with my hands up.

I kneel beside him and grabbing his wrist I check his pulse.

I sigh of relief.

He is still alive.

His dark eyes slowly open.

"Snow" he croaks at me in a hoarse voice.

"Quiet Brock I'll get you out of here" I whisper.

Only now that I'm close can I see the big gash he has on his thigh.

A belt tightens it to try to slow down the bleeding.

When I'm about to get up he grabs me by the arm.

“I have lost all my men.Everyone…” his words die in his throat.

His red, bloodshot eyes fill with tears.

He may be a jerk but he has always been a good Captain and the loss of his men is always something devastating.

I squeeze his hand which is still resting on my arm.

"It's not your fault" I try to reassure him.

"Now stay down and hold on" I get up and go beside Lucas.

We exchange a quick glance, it's the first time we've seen each other since that night.

Let us turn our attention to the young man in front of us.

His eyes seem haunted, the gun continues to be aimed at us.

"Stay calm.We can help you” I tell him softly.

He laughs, a scary laugh.

He almost seems to be demon-possessed.

“But you already have.Bringing me here.Thanks to your stupidity you have led me where I needed it”

I turn to Lucas without understanding what the boy is saying.

The look of the blonde next to me is as confused as mine.

"What does it mean?" Lucas asks.

“It means that while you are wasting your time here with me other men have managed to get hold of the Vibranium that you had seized from us again.And if we are lucky enough we will also be able to kill T’Challa today"

His eyes light up as if he were a child on Christmas Eve, waiting for his much-desired gifts.

"You still have time" I tell him trying to instill confidence in my words.

“We can really help you.Don't you have a family?Someone waiting for your at home?If you collaborate with us we could make you hug your family again”

A sad smile makes room on the face of the young Wakandian. "I had a family but you took it away from me"

"Us?" I ask disoriented.

“Lagos.My family was in Lagos to help our less fortunate brothers and the Avengers killed them.And what did our King do?Nothing!He was content with the Sokovia Accords.As if that were enough.As if the signatures of a couple of Avengers could ever be enough to erase the spilled blood”

The pain in his words is tangible.

“I can assure you I know what it's like to lose your family.I know how much it hurts and that seeking revenge seems like the best solution but it isn't!Believe me”

I feel Lucas eyes on me.

He knows what I'm talking about and he knows how hard it is for me to talk about it.

The Wakandian smiles in our direction.

“You will not win.Your world will fall apart as it should be.Only then will our revenge be accomplished” he raves about him and after sticking the barrel of the gun into his mouth he shoots himself.

"No!" I scream out loud.

But it's too late now.

The boy lies on the ground with his skull crushed.

"No!Fuck!" I exclaim angrily, running a hand through my hair.

Lucas approaches me.

“It's not your fault Amaya.You couldn't have stopped him.By now he had made the choice of him for some time” he whispers to me, touching my arm.

We remain for a few seconds to observe ourselves.

A whirlwind of emotions stir in my heart.

I would be lying if I said that I did not miss the man in front of me.

Talking to him was one of my favorite things, in the evening on the phone we wasted hours chatting.

With him I was always able to be myself, for better or for worse.

And he has always listened to me without ever judging me.

Instinctively I take a step closer and my arms are raised as if I wanted to hug him but suddenly a frightening noise takes us by surprise.

I crouch with my arms over my head, Lucas immediately lowers himself on me as if to shield me with his body.

We hear Rumlow cursing.

After a few moments we are hit by a cloud of dust.

We all cough convulsively.

I feel Lucas's arms tighten around my shoulders, his warm voice whispers in my ear "Are you okay Amaya?"

I nod my head against his chest, breathing in his sweet scent.

Honey and citrus fruits, sweat and blood.

When the last echo of the collapse dies out around us, we rise with caution.

Lucas moves away from me and without saying a word approaches Rumlow who, unable to move, was only able to crouch more against the wall and shield his head with his arms.

"Are you okay Brock?" he asks with concern.

"Never been better" Brock replies with his usual arrogant frown.

I roll my eyes.

Asshole.

When the dust in the air disperses, we can see the damage.

The ceiling in front of the cell door collapsed.

We're stuck in here.

Fantastic.

I try to contact my team.

I put a hand to my ear activating the earpiece.

“Guys can you hear me?We need help!Steve?Nat?We have a wounded man.Can you hear me?"

"They can't hear you from below" Rumlow murmurs in a faint voice.

"I know!" I sigh full of frustration starting to circle around the cell.

I feel the panic assault me.

Right now I regret not allowing James to follow me.

I need him now.

I sit cross-legged on the ground leaning my head against the wall.

With an involuntary gesture my hand tightens around his tags.

It's like they are my natural sedative, my lucky charm.

I smile silently with my eyes closed thinking about my panties that are currently in Bucky's pocket.

His lucky charm.

His madness is one of the reasons why I am madly in love with him.

I sigh, squeezing the tags even more tightly in my fingers.

I know how important they are to him, they remind him of who he was and who Sergeant Barnes is.

His meaningful gesture left me speechless.

When he slipped off his neck and gave me a sense of warmth he radiated into my heart.

"I'll come back to you, Sergeant" I murmur softly.

I feel a movement next to me, Lucas sat next to me.

He too leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.

I look at his profile.

His face is covered in dust, a cut crosses his cheek and another across his forehead.

I touch one wound first and then the other with the tips of my fingers.

"Are you okay Lucas?"

His big blue eyes like the California sky open pointing to mine, he grabs my hand that's still on his face and squeezes it, bringing it to his lips.

"Yes I'm fine"

With a nod of the head I indicate Rumlow.

He has his eyes closed, his face ashen but his chest rises and falls.

Barely.

"And how is he?"

"He has lost a lot of blood" he replies worried.

"I hope they find us as soon as possible"

"They will.I'm sure they are already coming”

I try to reassure him.

My fingers tighten even more around James's tags.

It is now a gesture that I make unconsciously.

Lucas notices this and smiles.

He knows too.

Obviously he knows.

We continue to hold hands each lost in our thoughts.

His thumb continues to caress the back of my hand with small circular movements and I unwittingly relax.

This was one of the reasons I was attracted to him.

Every word or gesture from him calmed me easily.

I turn back to him, slipping my hand out of him, my gesture seems to hurt him but he says nothing.

“Lucas what happened before I arrived.I saw Rumlow's men and who were those men with the red balaclavas?"

I see him sigh.

“We have no idea.Rumlow and I were talking about the Wakandan prisoner when the first explosion occurred and we were surrounded by these men immediately after.There was a very heavy firefight.Brock has lost all of his men.It was horrible but we made it" he stops and his gaze becomes vacant as if he were reliving the horror he had just experienced.

“When you arrived I was trying to get the boy to give up”

Rumlow just moans without opening his eyes.

"I hope the Avengers find us quickly" Lucas murmurs.

I smile thinking of Bucky and Nat giving orders yelling at anyone to move.

"They will come.You can count on this”

Let's remain silent for a few minutes.

"So...it was Sergeant Barnes, huh?"

I lift my legs and hug my knees to my chest.

I know what he is asking me.

He's asking me if I turned him down months ago because of him.

"Yeah" I whisper.

"It was him"

I look down guilty but Lucas crystalline laugh makes me look up quickly at him.

“Everything is fine Amaya.You don't have to feel guilty”

I feel compelled to give him an explanation.

He deserves it.

“Before I joined the Avengers I had a one night stand with James.I never saw him again after that night.But then…then with my arrival in the team everything changed.I tried to let him go but couldn't.He didn't let me"

A corner of my lips lifts up thinking about how despite we tried with all our strength to stay away from each other, in the end our love won just the same.

But my smile dissipates as I think about how many people we have hurt.

“I'm sorry I hurt you Lucas.I should have been honest with you right away”

He watches me silently.

"Right person at the wrong time, remember?"

Lucas uses the words I used for him that night many months ago.

"I still think so, you know?" he says.

We smile at each other.

Lucas is about to tell me something but my attention is captured by something else.

A very faint hum approaches the cell where we got stuck.

I just need to look up and Red Wing is in front of me.

A smile spreads across my face as I turn to Lucas.

“They found us.Hold on Rumlow!" I say addressing the man on the floor who in response barely raises a hand as if to say "Hey I'm here, I'm holding on"

I speak to Sam's precious toy, hoping that he has some sort of audio system.

“Guys if you can hear me we got stuck in the Wakandan's cell.Rumlow is badly injured.Agent Scott and I are fine.But hurry up I don't know how long this place will hold up, half the ceiling has already collapsed and the other half is really unstable"

Red Wing makes a small swinging movement and flies away.

I tightly squeeze the bars of the cell between my fingers.

I raise my face to the crumbling ceiling.

I hope they hurry.

Bucky POV

"Buck there is no one anymore.Now let's let the bomb squad do their job”

Steve is next to me talking to me but I can't pay attention.

My eyes are glued to the spot where Amaya disappeared almost an hour ago.

“Pal I know what you're thinking…you can't go down there.There are unsafe points and the building could collapse"

I look at him with eyes full of desperation.

His hand tightens on my shoulder.

"It will all be fine.Amaya is strong and smart.I'm sure she's fine”

“Captain Rogers we need you” A soldier approaches Steve.

"Go ahead buddy" I tell him continuing to stare into space around me.

I feel him linger with his gaze on my face.

I turn to him with a smile on my face.

"I promise I won't bullshit"

Steve laughs and shakes his head walks away.

I think of Amaya.

What happened to her?

I clench my fists.

I knew I should have gone with her.

Someone approaches me.

“I'm sure she's fine.Do not be afraid”

Of all the people in the world I would never have imagined that she would come to console me.

I turn my face to Sharon.

I observe her delicate features.

Her concern is like a slap in the face.

Despite everything I've done to her, she's here to console me.

I feel like a monster.

"I'm sorry"

I know it sounds pathetic but it's the only thing I can tell her.

She immediately becomes serious.

I think she is about to yell at me a lot of insults and instead she apologizes.

"I'm sorry James"

I look at her open-mouthed unable to formulate any thoughts.

Why is she apologizing?

“Sharon, you have nothing to apologize for.I'm the one who did wrong”

“Not so James.I had understood it.I understood it and I ignored it.I thought that ignoring him the problem would disappear”

I keep looking at her without understanding her words.

“I realized you were unhappy with me James.But I was selfish.I wanted you all to myself”

I see her sigh.

“Instead of understanding why you were unhappy, I pressured you.I forced you to stay with me”

I interrupt her immediately.

“Sharon you didn't force anyone.I was a coward not to tell you about it.I didn't mean to disappoint you, you were one of the first people to believe in me.If today I am a happy man again it is thanks to you”

We smile at each other.

"Can you accept my apologies?" I ask fearfully.

She looks at me intently.

"Only if you accept mine" and so she says she holds out her hand to me.

I accept it and hold it tightly.

Then I draw her towards my body and hold her in a strong hug by wrapping my arms around her neck.

At first she does not reciprocate but then her arms close around my waist, squeezing strongly.

As soon as we part there is a moment of embarrassment and we both turn our gaze in front of us.

“You know I like her.She is strong.She can handle you”

Sharon talks about Amaya looking straight in front of her, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I know all too well" I giggle amused.

“She is strong.Stubborn.She is a pain in the ass but..."

"But you love her"

"Yeah...I love her"

I turn to Sharon.

"I'm sor..."

"Oh my God!" she interrupts me.

"I swear to God that if you're going to apologize again I'll kick your ass"

We burst out laughing together.

Meanwhile Natasha approaches us.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but there are news"

The former Russian spy's gaze sharpens.

"As long as you still care"

So saying she turns her back to me and goes away.

I roll my eyes and smile in the direction of Sharon who walks next to me.

I approach a small emergency station where a PC screen is on display.

It is broadcasting the images captured by Red Wing.

Behind the bars of a cell is my beautiful Amaya.

All my senses go on alert, from grainy images I try to understand if she is hurt.

"Can't this stupid thing convey more clearly?" I ask Sam.

"Hey don't insult Red Wing"

Amaya waves in front of the little drone, she looks like she's talking.

"Are the images live?" Steve asks to Sam.

“No, it's a recording from about a minute ago.I'm trying to recover the audio.Give me a minute”

Sam keeps typing letters over letters, numbers over numbers.

"Ok.Done!We have audio" exclaims Sam enthusiastically.

Just before starting the video again, a noise attracts our attention.

Iron Man descends from the sky joining us.

"What are you doing here Stark?" Steve asks surprised.

Tony takes off the helmet of his armor and stroking his goatee with one hand he answers us.

"As soon as I heard about the attack on the Triskelion I immediately flew"

While he speaks he looks around.

"Where the hell is Amaya?"

It is Sharon who answers him.

"She is in the building.We were about to watch this footage recorded by Sam's drone”

“It's called Red Wing” interrupts Sam.

She rolls her eyes in response.

Sam presses the play button and the video starts.

Amaya is seen behind the bars of a cell, behind her sitting on the floor there seem to be two other people.

Then I can finally hear her voice again.

Red Wing makes a small movement and flies away.

Agent Scott?Lucas Scott?

And Rumlow?

Great.

She is trapped together with two men who have a crush on her.

"I'm going" I say without thinking, turning my back on my friends.

“Woah dude!Hold your horses!The building is unsafe.Where do you think you're going?" Sam is talking.

“What do you want me to do, huh?Should I leave her there?Does not exist!I'm going” I repeat with conviction.

I'm not going to leave her there for a minute longer than necessary.

"Buck!" Steve calls me.

I know that he too wants to make me think but I don't care.

"Wait!I'm coming with you”

I'm surprised by his words.

"What?" Sam and Nat exclaim in unison.

Steve turns to his girlfriend.

“Listen baby.I know it could be dangerous but we can't wait for the bomb squad to secure the building.It might be too late”

I nod at his words.

Steve hit the spot exactly.

The longer we wait, the more we risk the worst.

"Count on me"

I turn to the man who spoke.

“Are you sure Tony?It could be dangerous"

"She is only a kid!She needs us now!”

I nod at his words.

Steve, Tony and I look into each other's eyes and with a nod of the head I tell him to follow me.

In front of the entrance we are blocked by some soldiers.

"Captain Rogers it could be dangerous" a man replies after listening to our intentions.

"Son are you wasting our time"

So saying Tony pushes the man aside and makes his way.

"So you want to follow me?" echoes Tony.

We walk inwards and begin to go down the stairs.

Arriving at the last flight of stairs, dozens of corpses are spilled all over the floor.

Men of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other men with covered faces.

As soon as we arrive in the long corridor lined with cells I call her name.

"Amaya?Amaya I'm here!"

“James!James babe!"

At the sound of her voice my heart quickens his beat and I rush towards her.

I climb over lifeless bodies and debris until I reach the cell where she is imprisoned with the others.

The exit is blocked by large pieces of ceiling, stones and sheets to obstruct the passage.

And here it is my little robin.

She is covered in dust.

Her little hands are wrapped around the cell's metal bars.

I rush towards her, grabbing her face in my hands.

“I'm here doll.I will get you out of here don't worry!”

I kiss her not giving a damn about everything and everyone.

Tony and Steve join me.

I reserve my attention to Agent Scott who is now approaching behind Amaya.

"Rumlow has lost too much blood" he informs me, turning his gaze to the man on the ground.

Rumlow is almost lifeless, we have to hurry.

Some rubble falls on our heads.

“Friday just checked the stability of this place.It will collapse shortly.We don't have time to clear the exit" Tony informs us trying to remain calm but without success.

I can feel the panic in his voice.

"Get away" I suggest to Amaya.

She takes a few steps back until she joins Agent Charming.

"What are your intentions, babe?" she asks suspiciously.

"You just stay back" I tell her again.

I grab two bars and shoot with all my strength.

I want to try to create a gap in the bars to get them out.

I pull so hard that my Vibranium arm creaks as if the components are about to come off.

But I do not care.

I keep shooting non-stop.

Steve stands by my side, he grabs the bar in my right hand.

"I pull this one, you keep pulling the other one in the opposite direction"

Tony approaches the cell grabbing Rumlow's arm.

"The pulse is weak we must hurry" he looks at us urgently.

“If I used my repulsors I could cut the bars in an instant” he suggests.

"But you would risk hitting a few pillars and everything would collapse instantly" says Steve with a tight voice from the effort.

"I know" Stark nods disconsolately.

The bars begin to bend.

"Come on man!Here we are...we are almost there” I gasp from the effort.

After a few moments the bars bend and we manage to enter the cell.

Amaya immediately throws herself into my arms pressing her lips to mine.

I hold her so tightly that I could suffocate her but I don't care.

And it doesn't seem to matter to her either.

Steve and Tony approach Rumlow grabbing him by the arms and lifting him off the floor.

Rumlow opens his eyes, they are glassy and bloodshot.

I don't think he realizes what's going on.

"We have to go, quick!" I urge my teammates to get moving.

We walk quickly towards the exit.

Lily follows me keeping her fingers tight around mine, she squeezes as if she is afraid of losing me.

I just turn to her.

"C'mon doll.We are almost there.Are you all right back there?" I ask.

“Yeah!It's all as beautiful as a walk in the park” mumbles Tony as he and Steve drag a half-knowing Rumlow.

Lucas closes the line.

Arriving in the lobby of the Triskelion we all breathe a sigh of relief.

A team of paramedics comes immediately to meet us, they grab Rumlow and after loading him on a stretcher they carry him away at the speed of light.

Natasha runs up to us, literally snatching Amaya from my hands.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" she asks her.

In her voice I can feel an excited tremble.

The two redheads in front of me really love each other, they are more like sisters than friends.

Kind of like me and Steve.

“Yeah bitch!I told you I'm hard to die" Amaya chuckles in response.

Typical of her.

Use sarcasm when she feels overwhelmed by emotions.

And Natasha knows this so she hugs her even tighter and whispers something in her ear.

A moment later Amaya is sobbing in her arms.

I just go over to leave her a kiss on the head.

“You are in good hands my beautiful robin.I'm going to talk to Steve and the others, you take all the time you need" I whisper close to her ear.

She nods without taking her face off Natasha's chest.

I walk away and look at her while Nat continues to whisper something to her ear and pets her hair.

I get closer to others.

Sam is asking Agent Scott something.

“It was a massacre.If it wasn't for Brock I don't know if I would still be alive” Lucas replies.

"Who updates me?" I ask without addressing anyone in particular.

“I'll give you the short version Barnes.We're in shit" Tony replies, then nodding his head to where Amaya is, he asks me "How's the kid?"

"She's a little shaken but she'll be fine" I reply.

Lucas steps in.

“She feels guilty about the death of the prisoner.She saw him shoot himself in the mouth.She believes she could have done more"

I look at him with a raised eyebrow but he doesn't let my gaze intimidate him.

"Problems Barnes?"

"Do you have problems Scott?"

"Look, you're not the only one who knows Amaya..."

I don't let him finish the sentence because I come dangerously close to him.

Our faces are inches apart.

“Choose your next words very carefully Agent Blondie because it's my girlfriend you're talking about”

Scott looks at me with a sly smile and I want to punch him.

Steve walks up to me putting his hand on my chest.

"Easy man" he warns me.

Tony, on the other hand, laughs amused.

"Gentlemen as much as your little theater tempts me at the moment we have bigger problems"

"We need to talk but we need a safe place" Steve murmurs thoughtfully.

"My home.A few miles from here is my apartment.It's a safe place”

Meanwhile, Amaya and Natasha join us.

Tony puts his arm around my girlfriend's shoulders and kisses her head.

"Are you okay kid?"

She nods giving him a sweet smile then her gaze, for a split second, rests on Lucas's.

It is a fleeting glance but full of some feeling that I cannot understand.

Does she still have feelings for him?

I shake my head trying to push these uncomfortable thoughts away.

Twenty minutes later we're all crammed into Sam's small kitchen.

Tony and Steve are one next to the cave, both are leaning against the kitchen counter.

Sam and Lucas are seated at the table while Amaya and Natasha are seated directly across from the two men.

I am standing with my back to the wall and my gaze fixed on Agent Scott.

His gaze falls too often on my little robin.

“To recap” murmurs Iron Man “It was all studied.But why did the prisoner want to come to America?That is, they could destroy the Triskelion and steal the Vibranium even without his presence"

"But his presence served to attract us and T’Challa.A great way to eliminate multiple targets at once” Amaya replies.

"This makes sense" replies Sam.

Steve sighs.

"They've failed at this but they've got all the vibranium again...and that's absolutely no good"

Steve is right.

They failed to kill us but recovered their booty.

“Not forgetting that they had time to plant the explosives.This means that the mole is someone very close to us.Someone who followed the plan step by step” reflect Sam aloud.

Shit.We are in shit.

“We will need all the video surveillance footage from the Triskelion.Tony, could you also send us all the images of the various security cameras around the area?Let's say within 500 meters?" Natasha asks.

Tony nods.

“Well” the redhead resumes looking at Amaya.

“You and I have a long job to do.Are you ready?"

“I was born ready”

The two women smile at each other.

“I'll investigate those men in the red balaclavas.As soon as I have news, I'll get in touch with you” Lucas speaks to Steve.

Great.

We now work in the same team.

"Perfect tomorrow we'll start digging into this whole thing and..." but Tony stop talking because his phone starts ringing.

He answers and after muttering some "ok" and some "good" he ends the call.

"It was Agent Carter.Maria Hill and Rumlow are fine.They are out of danger and will recover.T’Challa is safe, she is on a return flight to Wakanda" Tony updates us.

Amaya sighs in relief.

Then her gaze turns to Tony.

"Is your phone safe?" she asks him.

"Sure" Tony replies almost offended by such a question.

Amaya continues to stare at him.

"What?" Tony asks.

“I would need it”

Tony hands her his phone muttering “A please would be appreciated.These kids today are too rude"

Amaya rolls her eyes as she grabs the phone from Tony's hands, she leaves him a kiss on his cheek as she walks past him and she heads to another room.

Automatically I follow her but I freeze on the threshold of the door when I realize that I don't know if she wants me to know who she is calling.

I start to go back but her sweet voice calls me.

"James?You come in and close the door” she whispers.

I look around.

We are in a bedroom, the walls are covered with photos of two beautiful children.

I observe them rapt.

“They are Sam's grandchildren” Amaya explains to me as she hugs me from behind.

I turn to her and grabbing her hand I go to the bed and sit on top of it making her sit on my lap.

Amaya's hot and sensual lips rest on mine.

At first it is a light kiss, just a touch of lips but then it gradually becomes more and more understood.

My tongue invades her mouth as her arms close around my neck.

We only detach when it's time to catch our breath.

Her forehead rests on mine.

She then kisses the tip of my nose and while sitting in my arms she dials a number on the phone keypad and she holds it to her ear.

After a few moments a male voice answers her.

He's Fury.

Of course she called him.

They just exchange a couple of information and say goodbye quickly.

She snuggles up to my chest and sighs.

I kiss the top of her head and we remain in silence enjoying each other's presence.

"Sharon and I have clarified" I begin.

"I'm really happy babe"

I feel her smile on my chest.

"Why do I get the impression that it is your robin?"

"Me?I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Sergeant”

We both laugh when a soft knock on the door catches our attention.

"I hope you two aren't having sex in my house" Sam exclaims as he opens the door.

Amaya laughs heartily and Sam enter in the room sitting next to us.

“Tony, Steve and Nat have left.Unfortunately the house is small and they went to sleep in the hotel which is a few blocks away.Agent Scott will sleep on the sofa.You two can stay here if you want”

“Will Mister Perfection really sleep here?Nice friend you are!" I interrupt what I thought was one of my best friends.

Traitor.

Host him as if he wasn't my enemy!

Amaya nudges me in the stomach so hard that my breath hisses out.

“Thanks Sam.Thanks Sam you idiot!” and so saying she gives me a second elbow in my stomach.

“Ouch…yeah…thanks Sam.You are a true friend” I whisper under my breath.

Sam laughs.

"C'mon dude!That man went through hell today, he saw a dozen colleagues die...I didn't feel like sending him away" he explains, turning a look at me in search of understanding.

Right now I would punch him in the face I swear.

“Thanks Sam, you were really kind to host him” Amaya thanks Sam all too kindly for his gesture.

Are she really that excited about spending the night under the same roof as Lucas?

Sam stands up leaving a kiss on my girlfriend's cheek.

"Don't worry Amaya, it's nothing.Goodnight.Night Buck”

“Goodnight” we reply at the same time.

Once we are left alone Amaya gets up and goes to the bathroom we have in the room.

"I need a shower" she tells me stretching her arms upwards making her back bones crack.

"Go ahead.I'll wait here" I reply irritably.

I'm still thinking about the idiot who will sleep on the sofa tonight.

I see her hesitating at the door.

"What?" I ask confused.

"I was thinking...I was thinking if you would like to enjoy me in the shower" she whispers sensually opening the zip of her leather suit sliding it down her shoulders.

She is left topless with only my tags idly falling on it.

She finishes taking it off, remaining only with a pair of plain black panties in front of my eyes.

She undoes her bun and keeps looking at me biting her lip.

"Didn't you say we weren't suitable for sex in confined spaces?" I tease her by quoting the same words as her.

"Maybe the shower here is bigger...but quiet if you don't feel like I can go over there and ask Lucas"

A growl of possession resounds in my chest and getting up like a fury I go towards her.

I grab her by the neck and kiss her almost nastily.

I bite her lips until I hurt her, until I feel the taste of blood on my tongue.

"Don’t mess with me doll" I whisper on her lips, kissing her again forcefully.

I tear off her panties making her jump and taking her in my arms I drag her with me into the shower.

I undress with dry and determined movements continuing to kiss her, our tongues continue to dance together sensually.

Amaya moans eagerly in my mouth as her hand tightens around my erection.

I remove her hands abruptly and grabbing both of her wrists I only whisper a word in her ear.

"Kneel"

She obeys me instantly.

"Yes sir"

Good girl.

I grab her hair and bend her head behind and then I bend down on her and spit in her mouth.

"Swallow my little whore"

She does it while continuing to look at me with adoring eyes.

God how much I love this woman.

I love her so much that I feel my heart hurt.

Her little hands claw my thighs and her face gets closer and closer to my dick.

After a few moments her lips wrap around my tip, teasing it with her tongue.

I throw my head behind, moaning silently, bringing my hands between her silky red hair.

I push a few locks away from her face to be able to observe her in all the magnificence of her while her sinful mouth takes care of me.

“Touch yourself for me my little robin” I urge her with shortness of breath.

She puts her hand on her sex and with her fingertips begins to tease her clit.

She purrs while she continues to please me with her mouth.

"Cum with me doll" I hiss as I push her head faster, my cock moves in and out mercilessly from her mouth.

I cum on her lips, on her breasts.

I open the water which immediately washes my semen away from her body.

She lifts and fastens her arms around my neck.

"I love you James"

"I love you too" I answer her by grabbing her thigh, bringing it to my side and with a single movement I enter her.

I start fucking her mercilessly.

She is mine.

And she will always be mine.

"You're only mine right?" I ask her in an angry voice, looking for confirmation.

"Yes sir" she gasps in my ear between one moan and another.

I grab her other leg and lift her up in my arms, her hands clutching strands of my wet hair.

I place my lips in the curve of her neck, kissing her softly.

"You are only mine right?You only love me right?"

This time in my voice there is no trace of the Dom that is in me, there is only desperation.

A pathetic desperation.

Amaya senses the change of course of my feelings and her sweet gaze lands on mine.

"I'll always be yours James"

"So the man over there...you don't feel anything for him, do you?" I lower my eyes, avoiding her gaze.

I also stop penetrating her.

I simply hold her in my arms while remaining firm inside her body.

"James?James please look at me”

I surrender to her sweet will by looking up at her.

Her hands caress my face with such a sweetness that my soul vibrates.

"You are the only man I want.You are the only one I want.I love you and thanks to your love I feel that I am coming back to life.You saved my life babe”

I hold her tight and start moving again.

But this time I do it slowly.

The urgency and the anger I felt before seem to have disappeared thanks to her words.

Now we are just a man and a woman who sweetly make love.

We cum together tightly in each other's arms.

“I love you Amaya.I love you more than anything in this world"

We get out of the shower and after drying ourselves we lie down on the bed.

Amaya snuggles into my arms, our legs are entwined.

Our breaths mix with each other in a last sweet kiss before abandoning us to sleep.

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