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moodysnowflake · 4 years ago

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Hello there!

Warning guys, nasty SPOILERS ahead, both of FFVII (+ Remake) and FFVII Crisis Core.

The severity of spoilers is arguable, it depends on the level of involvement you have or you got in the series, so please be aware that what you're stepping onto might be a wildflower lawn as much as a war minefield.

I saw, read and heard a lot of people complaining about Cloud's dancing scene/minigame, grumbling about how:

1. Stupid it was;

2. Degrading it has been;

3. Zack would have been disappointed.

Let's take it in strides, shall we?

1. Stupid? I'd rather say silly, more than stupid. Stupid means doing something that you've no idea how/why you're doing. FFVII never made that a mystery: there was a goofy vibe in the original too, and that was on purpose. You couldn't handle the story otherwise, it would just have been a mess of violence, death, tears and blood. Light moods are needed for you to recuperate, recharge batteries and balance. Otherwise, we all would've ended up like Sephiroth.

Character perspective wise, Cloud might not have understood from the beginning (as much as I love him to the bottom of my essence, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer - that's also why Sephiroth can do what the fluff he wants) what the hell Aerith roped him into, but when he gets the idea he accepts it (in his very Cloud way) and faces it with one of the most determined look he has ever sported. He's willing to let himself be dragged on and about the stage by Andrea, because he knows this is for Tifa, so it doesn't matter if he has to shake is ass in front of a bunch of strangers. He never really cared about his reputation since Crisis Core; he doesn't care about what people think, he's doing it for the woman he loves (shut your trap, he loves her as much as she loves him, he just needs time to untangle himself from his nightmares - and someone smacking him on the head really hard).

Secondly, player perspective wise, is it really such a stupid section? How many did manage to get a perfect score on the very first try? Camera speed, moves and angles pulled some interesting stunts, didn't they? Tricking your depth perception, together with the lights going bananas. Even if they weren't; everything has been coordinated and perfectly synced with the music. If you'd refrained for two seconds from blabbering insults you would have noticed that you could've actually used lights as another cue to help you sync, with the music and Cloud's movements. It's called peripheral vision, you need to expand your focus as much as you can and split it both on the background and the forefront. That gives your brain the capacity to better throw information at you so you can react faster, 'cause you're actively trying to remain perceptive of your surroundings too. Just like in battles.

If that shooting dynamic would have been present during battle, nobody would have survived, not even a doomrat.

2. Talking about degrading. Did Cloud strip naked? Did he have to put on a honeybee outfit? As much as he was very uncomfortable, Andrea (a.k.a. the game) pushed him only up to the limit that still felt secure enough and over which it could have been really perceived as abusive. Andrea could have done that and Cloud would still have obliged (because Tifa) but his objective was not humiliating him. He wanted to play with the dangerous SOLDIER, over which he, paradoxically, even for a tiny bit, had the power and control. Still, he didn't overdo nor overuse it (that is some good representation of a BDSM Dom, btw).

Moreover... I mean... Did you really look at him? Those were not exactly noobs moves, he nailed that too (but that's something I'll talk about next).

About the dresses: are you seriously complaining about them? I admit that the black/white one is not exactly the best (but it's your fault for ditching all Wall Market's quest... you had it coming), and I prefer the blue corset one over the lilac/black silk.

Point is: you have to sneak a guy who's built like a fucking BRICK WALL into Corneo's audition. How in the ever-loving hell are you supposed to do it? The only things playing in Cloud's favor are his facial features and his height: he's the smoothest skin I've ever seen, light jaws and is compact enough not to stand out too much among average-height girls, but that's it. He has shoulders and muscles for days. You have to cover him as much as you can, and how would you do that, if not with a broad gown, puff-sleeves, and a corset? If you're wondering about the chocker/high neck+thick necklace: it covers the Adam's apple, genius... And all the frilly, shiny laces of the lilac dress and the extensions are needed to divert the attention from his neck, clavicles and forearms, otherwise, you'll notice the buff.

That's why he had to look like a Victorian maiden.

Putting him in a catsuit, with latex or leather stretching over every inch of skin, or a sundress, with arms and legs on display... That would have been a bad idea.

Andrea is talking about not being afraid, and that's an awesome message: if you feel comfortable and beautiful, why not doing it? If you're happy, do it. It's not your problem if other people are insecure about themselves and try to pick on you because they're afraid and, most of all, jealous of your confidence, identity, and fortitude. They're just disrespectful and sad, and you should avoid them like the plague.

And again, Cloud doesn't seem that much fazed about it. I think he's more annoyed than anything; having to move in that huge-ass skirt, squeezed in a corset which is not letting you breathe and turn around would make everyone who's not used to it lose their shit. Women or men, regardless, it's a pain either way, especially if you're a fighter and need to move freely. Also, if you notice, the heels he's put in are not that much higher than his combat boots... Sure, they're thinner, but that's why he's not wobbling like a newborn calf. Did you see him swaying through the streets? That was some awesome heel-walking.

What ended me was how he was moving after he woke up. Have you seen how completely ungraceful he is, and at the same time fluidly stands to check on Aerith and doesn't trip over his own feet? In a dress like that, being that agile is shamefully amazing. Then, he swings like he's in the SOLDIER uniform, spine blocked because of the corset, moving his center of gravity too much because of too broad steps, awkwardly bobbing, switching too much weight from feet to feet, getting his stance rigid. That's precious. And hilarious af.

He has to held still as much as he can to try and convey the feeling of being scared, but we know he's just trying really hard not to wreak havoc in the audition room and slaughter everyone.

(Despise lighting, which being warm oriented would have mingled with the blue of his irises and shift them to green, I still believe that in that scene his eyes were going mako. In some millisecond-split moments, they seem to really flash out. That's hella relatable: you're using all your self-control not to cut open the scumbag who's lusting and sniffing and drooling and being awful to your friends. Plus, you're being groped and talked down too? The only thing you can do is look, and boy does he Glare™

(Cloud is not afraid/disgusted of other men touching him, but people seem to forget it. He just doesn't want Corneo to touch him. He doesn't move when Andrea touches his lips nor react when he swings him around in the dress, he doesn't move when Biggs pats him on the head on the pillar (I bet he would give everything to have Zack do that again, just one more time...dammit [I know what happens in the final cutscene of the Remake, but the post below this one explains why I think this]), he doesn't pull away when he grabs his hands, and not only he grabs it back, but grasps with the other one too. [Captain Levi vibes, anyone?])

He didn't have control over his eyes and I firmly think he didn't even intend to; he let them glow on purpose, just because that was the only thing he could unleash and nobody would have noticed.)

Cloud dancing is not stupid, nor offensive. Cloud is a loyal, caring friend, who doesn't have prejudices and is comfortable (as much as he can be) with his sexuality and identity that he's not questioning it nor getting scared (and violent) at the situation.

Do I have to dance and dress like a woman to help my girl? If it's the best way, so be it. She needs my help, I'm not gonna let her down. Gonna be a pain in the ass to fight, but I'll manage. I'm not that insecure of myself that a dress is going to make me have an existential crisis.

If you're a man or a male, and your friend/lover/person you cherish would ever be in a life-threatening situation (and this is, 'cause if they were on their own, they would have died), and the only option would be for you to dance and put on a dress to save them, but you refuse because you have to dance and it's a dress... Just a fucking dress... Well... You're not that decent of a friend, nor human being...

3. So. About Zack. If you think he would've been disappointed/disgusted... Are we talking about the same character? 'Cause I think we're not.

Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st class (previously 2nd), 6 foot and a ladder, black hair, blue eyes, scar on his left jaw. Droll af?

Just because he's a legend, a powerful, passionate and strong-willed person, doesn't mean he couldn't be a quirky dumbass.

The first line said to him in Crisis Core is "Get serious" by Angeal... Angeal who described him to his mother as a PUPPY.

The same guy who jostled his mentor, a fucking SOLDIER 1st class, in front of their boss, when he knew he recommended him.

The same guy who tried to get Aerith on a date after 5 minutes.

The one who grabs a parasol to fight troopers without breaking a sweat.

The one who faked defeat by sixth-grade-Yuffie in Wutai.

The one who dances with the Cactua he summons?

When Angeal discusses the plan and tells him to charge the front gate of Wutai on the first game mission, he's jumping like an over-excited dog.

And, most importantly, the only living being who actually managed to:

- Make Sephiroth care (after Hollander with implanted Jenova cells escapes, he tells Zack Genesis’ copies had been seen in the slums... And with that frigging Knowing™ look, and a smirk, he tells him "Permission to return... Granted", Seph's gentlemanly way to say 'I know you have a girlfriend down there, you should go check on her':

Then Sephiroth says goodbye first

And fucking smiles (Zack wasn’t able to see it ‘cause he was already walking away)

- Yell at him over the phone and live;

- Pull a GENUINE laugh out of him. When they're trying to locate Angeal and Genesis, Sephiroth calls him. The conversation goes as:

S:"You and I are gonna find them [Gen & Angie] before they [Shinra] do, and..."

Z:'And WHAT?!?!' *angry bark, to which Sephirot pulls the phone away*

S:"...Fail to eliminate them"

Z:'For real?!'

S:"[AMUSED HUFF] Yes, for real" *playful mocking of Zack's words*

Okay, that was a huff, BUT STILL... Not even Sephiroth (when he was still a human being...because yes, he was, and a pretty decent one too) was immune to his Puppy Dog Energy. Look. At. That. Smile.

So this is what I think.

The only thing Zack would be disappointed about would've been Cloud not dancing enough.

Heck, he would've jumped on the stage as soon as given the signal and dragged Cloud along, yelling in his face to be heard over the music "This is gonna be great! Let's show them what a SOLDIER can do! We're gonna put all these cute bees to shame!" ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

Then again... If Zack would've been there...if we think about it, a part of Zack was there.

During his childhood and infantry training, I seriously doubt Cloud had any occasion to dance or learn how to do it.

Plus, he couldn't have done it during his 4-years mako-comatose state.

This doesn't leave that many options.

It is very likely that, like his fighting ability, his dancing moves were coming from Zack's memories too.

In a way, we can say that Zack, in the end, was there on stage with him.

Gosh, I'm gonna cry so much... ಥ_ಥ

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cbspams · 4 years ago

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ONEUS - Come back home (MV on YouTube)

Yooooooooooooo aight, ONEUS, I see you!!

So I had to watch the MV first because I didn't know this song prior to performance and I wanted to see if this was a different arrangement as they've done for the performances but it's not and that totally makes sense all things considered. An arrangement gives you an opportunity to change the story and the vibe but at its core, the live broadcast is meant to show the true colors of the group.

NGL I'm kind of shook they filmed the MV (or at least part of it) right after Round 3 (pt 2). But it's pretty cool! And just plain pretty.

So since the live broadcast was a bit like a comeback performance in ONEUS's case, all the thoughts listed below will also be commentary on the MV. No one get mad at me, these are just personal thoughts and perspectives.

First just on the song itself: that beat is literally so good. I'm definitely adding this song to my usual playlists because it's just so powerful. I already knew this from before but Hwanwoong's voice is so uniquely cadence and pitched, I could probably pick him out easily in any song because it sounds so different. Same with Leedo's deep voice and once again, screams over Leedo's sheer duality.

Dance wise this is also really fun and eye-catching. There's a couple stunts which, as always, are so incredible to watch and I'm always impressed by the kind of physicality idols have! You can tell they work so hard to perfect the formations and choreo. In particular I really liked the way they used chains and ribbons to signify bindings and holding back. It just looked cool as hell!!

The neck roll with the body lean is mmph, sexy as fuck. Just like. Yeah.

Anyways--

I have to say I know ONEUS isn't well know for their synchronized dance but they did pretty well! Maybe it's because I've been watching Verivery but I can pick out a lot of little differences now and it's sort of off putting when I see one member go too fast or too slow compared to everyone else. Still, ONEUS did a fantastic job of matching up to each other enough that I didn't mind the slight deviances.

ALSO that portion when Leedo and RAVN dance together and one of them is on the floor as a shadow!!! Really interesting! The coordination for that must have been really fun, since you have to think of yourself as a mirror image. As someone who struggles with that kind of spatial thinking, I give props to both ONEUS and their choreographer.

Once again I also love the way that groups are developing to use the stage more. The light flare, the galaxy, the burning wolf in the high (!!) note, all super cool and potentially additive to the story of the performance.

Unfortunately this story didn't make a lot of sense to me? Maybe I'm missing context but as far as I can tell, there's three key aesthetic/sections of the MV. One is the clean stage with the grand proscenium style theater. White shirts, black pants, red velvet curtains. Genuinely didn't understand what that was but like I'm here for aesthetics! Second was the military style gear in the midst of battle. This one made a bit more sense considering the story is ONEUS protecting a child. Is it just me or does anyone else really like the kind of scratch/injury makeup idols use?? The last section is the one the live performance used as well which is the more royalty based outfits, the capes and gold cords and such.

They mentioned in a snippet that their idea was to be vampires protecting a child from some kind of zombie (?) enemy and while that's a good concept and I fully support it, I don't think it was executed all that well? As far as story goes anyways. I see the child, I see the warfare, all that makes sense, but I don't really see how vampires fit in and I definitely did not see the reason why the theater bit was included (outside of usual kpop MV aesthetics).

In the RTK live performance, there wasn't a lot of allusions to vampires or anything either but I suppose there's a little more dedicated to the aesthetic as the stage was set up with a graveyard, barren trees and the moving graveyard on the screen. (Sidenote the screen was p cool and gave a really paranormal spooky aesthetic with the red/blue anaglyph. Very techno-horror). But then that bit with the light tossing and the starry explosion like?? I guess if I think about it I could connect it to a lull in the night, safety in darkness which would make sense since the members are vampires (creatures of the night) defending a child. But then what's the point of the fiery wolf during the high note?? Aren't y'all vampires not wolves??

(Another shoutout to Seoho for that high note!! Holy shit!!)

Going back for a moment, I mentioned I liked the ribbons which I do. Individually. As part of the performance, it doesn't really make sense because there hasn't been more indication of struggle so then having the ribbons doesn't exactly play into the story. As just purely performance, it's amazing. As part of story telling, it's just confusing.

I feel similarly about the synchronized dance portion. Are y'all a tree now?? What's with the sudden references to Christianity?

Okay but the dance break is pretty bomb. And that bit with Hwanwoong (I think) tackling someone down, that leads back into the story bit about being in battle and defending. Also just a really neat stunt!

ENDING. Okay so hi child first of all, you're so little. Second, them chasing off the backup dancers and raising their capes again reinforces defending, but then ??? Why they gone?? Why only the capes remain?? What happened?? What tf is the child looking at, an amulet? A necklace? ???????? Theory building wise, I could potentially connect it to them being controlled by the necklace and vanishing, only appearing when called on. Or they could have been illusions in some way? But I don't have a lot of story to go off of so I can't really guess. But just on the perspective of theatricality, it was a good way to go out with an attention grabbing moment.

Last note tho can I like, get more information on that kid?? What's going on there??? They mentioned it in the video at the beginning of the RTK performance kinda but I need more clarification please.

Score: 7.5/10

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missnxthingg · 5 years ago

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can you do an imagine where the reader has really cool and strong powers and is found by the avengers and is recruted and peter meats her and fall in love with her but she is to badass to be in love.? thank you

A/N: First of all, I’m so so so sorry that it took months to get to your request. It’s just, I didn’t get any ideas for this one and I still think the last one I got is pure trash. It’s the best I can do for now, and I’m really sorry.

Words: 2.3K

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex and swearing.

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As if nothing else mattered, Peter kept staring at (Y/N) flawlessly doing her thing in the middle of the battle field. Every move seemed like it was rehearsed and he got completely mesmerized by it. He blinked slowly so he couldn’t miss one move, and somehow everything seemed like it was in slow motion. She turned her head to him after taking down one enemy, making him smile softly, but her eyes widened and she screamed:

“Peter, watch out!”

Suddenly he came to his senses, and using his spider senses, he noticed a bullet coming from behind him. He successfully dodged it and (Y/N) ran for the enemy that shot him and took him down. Peter webbed him to the floor and helped her take some more enemies down. He was tired, both of them were, and they wait for it to be over. So she took down the last man and Peter ran for the pen drive they were supposed to get back. It had some super confidential files from Stark Industries and it had been stolen from the Los Angeles tower and both Peter and (Y/N) were recruited to get it back, but the Spider Man doesn’t function very well when he was around the new great Avenger, the only younger one like him.

“Happy is already here, he’s waiting in the roof.”

Peter nodded and she jumped on his back and both of them swing outside to meet Happy Hogan waiting for them in the Avengers Private Plane. The man was waiting for them at the door and sighed in relief when he saw both of the kids coming out alive.

“Why did you take so long?” He asked with a frown on his face.

“I had to save Mrs. Spider’s head, because he was distracted.” She replied running inside, followed by Peter.

“I almost got shot.” Happy arched his brows and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Well, I’m gonna test Stark’s new airplane shower, because I’m disgusting.” She said, getting into the bathroom with her bag on her hands.

“Fuck, look what she does to me.” Peter cursed, throwing his tired body on a chair.

“You’ve been so pathetically in love with her for so long it’s getting ugly to look at you staring at her.”

“Wow, thank you Happy, how nice of you.” Peter vomited in a bad mood and buried his face between his hands.

“You should tell her.” Happy suggested, nodding his head

“She knows it, but she’s too good…” Peter started, and Happy finished it with him.

“Too good for relationships.” Both nodded and Peter moaned in pain. “So, I’m gonna drive the plane, take a shower afterwards, you know we’re gonna take a long time to get back to the U.S.”

Peter nodded and was left alone with his own thoughts. (Y/N) didn’t take long in the shower and he entered it right after her, and washed himself in seek of getting all the bad things away. He wore the first comfortable pants and shirt he saw and lied down on a bed, feeling hungry but too tired to get up and look for something to eat. (Y/N) spent a lot of time preparing something to eat, ending up with chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and everything, tea and some fruits for them to eat. She approached Peter and gave him a plate with two chocolate chip pancakes and a cup of tea.

“Thank you.” He smiled softly and she asked for space to sit next to him.

“You look horrible”

“I know, I’m just tired, and feeling a lot of pain too.”

She nodded and left her plate next to them and sat down next to him, resting one hand on his forehead and another one on his chest, closing her eyes and pronouncing some words he couldn’t understanding, but suddenly he was feeling better, still a bit tired, but much better.

“What did you do?”

“Something…” She bit her bottom lip and glanced down to her pancakes. “Eat up, it will make you feel better.”

He smiled and they ate in silence, nothing to distract them. No TV, no music, no conversation. But it was a nice silence, a good resting one. They finished their food and she leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes afterwards. He searched for her hand and brushed his little finger on her hand, and she showed him the palm of her hand, inviting his to crash against hers, which he did, feeling the electricity all over his body.

“What do you wanna do when you get home?” He asked.

“Sleep, cry. I don’t know.” She laughed at her own answer and got cozy under his arms.

“Maybe you should just sleep, crying isn’t good.”

“So why do I get the vibe that you wanna cry so badly right now?”

One of (Y/N)’s cool superpowers was that she was able to know what a person was feeling. It was like a peak of energy and somehow she knew when the person was happy, angry, anxious, or sad.

“Stop reading my feelings.”

“Why do you wanna cry?”

“Because I’m tired and I miss May as well.” She pressed his hand and gave him a forehead kiss.

“It’s okay, you’ll see her soon.”

Peter couldn’t help but fall in love with her. She was nice, pretty, funny, smart and a badass. She could easily be one of the strongest Avengers even though she was one of the youngests. And she did everything to make him feel good, that including late night talks, long hugs and trying to make him laugh all the time. Him being hypnotized by her wasn’t something new, it happened in trainments and it happened today in battle.

It was getting harder and harder to hide his feelings, specially right now, that she involved him in a hug and rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes right after. She did everything right and she was lovely, his sweetheart. He let tiredness consume him and fell asleep with her in his arms.

The following week was harder for him to not want to be around her, because after the episode in the airplane, all he wanted to do was spend every minute of his day next to her. Thankfully, training would be harder this week and they needed to work together almost everyday for hours.

“Come on Pete, you need to go harder. It’s a punch on the nose. One good one and the person goes to the ground in seconds.”

“I web things, I don’t throw punches around.” She rolled her eyes and showed him how it should be done, punching the doll in the face. “Wow, perfect.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and ran to get water for both of them. “So, tomorrow I’m throwing a party with a couple of friends, and I was wondering if you would like to join us.” Peter was frozen for a couple of seconds, but he nodded.

“Y-yeah, of course.” She smiled and nodded.

“So I’ll text you the address. See you tomorrow!”

“See you!”

Peter watched her go away already thinking what to wear tomorrow, and soon he was already thinking of a plan to get to her and tell her that he likes her. So the next day came, and he dressed up all nicely and Happy drove him to the party, which was already full. He felt lonely, because he didn’t know anyone there. But (Y/N)’s big and warm smile made him feel better, and she approached him bouncing her flowery dress around.

“Hey Peter! I’m so glad you came.” She hugged him and he smiled.

“Hi (Y/N), you look lovely tonight.” He smiled and she pinched his cheek.

“Thank you sweetie.” She pulled him by the hand close to a table full of drinks. “So, do you want a beer?”

“Yeah, it would be nice.”

She served both of them and they talked over that one beer while they walked around and she introduced him to some of her friends. She was being all nice, and even though he was meeting a lot of new cool people, he only had eyes for her and how sweet she was being.

“So, I’ve never seen you outside the compound, and you are a really cool kid Parker.”

“You are cool too.” He smiled shyly and she smiled.

“Come on, let’s dance!”

She pulled him to the dancefloor at some point and they danced together for a very long time. All kinds of songs, slow, funny and sexy ones. It was driving Peter insane, because for the first time, not only he liked her, but he wanted to have her, feeling desire consume his body. At some point, he was holding her by the waist and they were close, foreheads glued and breaths mixing together. He pressed her waist and pulled her closer.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” He asked and she nodded, holding his hand and quickly pulling him into a bathroom.

“Is this private enough?” She asked and he nodded.

She leaned him to the sink and gently kissed him in the lips. When she tried to push back, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, with one hand buried on her hair and another one pulling her close by the waist. And as if it wasn’t hot enough, her hands traced down to his pants when he started kissing her neck. But she didn’t do anything, just provoked him. He sucked her jaw and gave his attention back to her lips, until he was too tired to keep kissing.

“I need to tell you something.” He said breathlessly.

“Yes…” She moaned under his touch on the undressed part under her skirt.

“I think I’m falling for you” He said and she nodded.

“I know.” She kissed him again and pulled him to sit on the toilet, so she straddled his lap and rocked her hips back and forth, feeling him hard against her core. “But I don’t do dating.” She started to kiss his neck, still doing movements with her hips.

“Why?”

“I’m too cool for relationships.” She kissed him one more time in the lips before kneeling in front of her.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a head. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No.” He stated and she stopped, frowning at him.

“No?” She was confused. “You just said you were falling for me.”

“Yeah, but in a romantic way, not in the sexual way.” She puffed and got herself together before getting up. “I want to take you on a date and make you mine, but not this way, at least not yet.”

“I knew there was something between us, but I only thought you wanted to fuck me. Because that’s what I’ve been wanting for a long time now.”

“What?”

“For you to fuck me! Because you know, I don’t like dating. People only let me down. But sex… It’s great.”

“That’s all you wanted out of me?” She nodded and Peter laughed. “I’m sorry, I gotta go.” He ran for the door and escape that place as quick as possible.

“Peter, wait…” But before she could even reach him, he was gone.

The next week was tense, as he was avoiding her even though she slept right next to him. And even though he didn’t want to, his heart was broken and he was feeling sad, something she could feel hardly in her guts. And one night it was harder, and she was trying to finish her skin care routine when she started feeling it. Peter was crying, hard. Of course she went to check on him, and once she knocked on the door, she found him with red eyes looking at her.

“You’re the last person I wanna talk right now.”

“Please, let me help you.” He hesitated, but nodded, giving her space to come in. “Look, I’m sorry I broke your feelings.”

“It’s just too hard to believe you really thought I only wanted to fuck you.” She glanced down and he laughed. “I really was in love with you, God I still am.”

“Peter, I was in love with you too. But I already told you, I don’t do dating. I’m sorry.”

“Why? I could never hurt you.” She started crying, knowing what she was about to do was going to be hard.

“I don’t wanna be attached to one person only. I’m a girl, and I guess it’s still a taboo to say what I’m about to say. But I like to be free and do whatever the fuck I want to. I like to screw around and have fun, and with a boyfriend, I can’t do that.” They fell in silence, staring at each other, until Peter broke eye contact looking down to his feet.

“It’s just, you’re the most perfect girl I’ve ever met.” He started softly. “And I really wanted you to be mine, in every intensity there is. I want to make you laugh, to make you smile, to make your heart pump faster and always be by your side in the battle field.”

“Pete…”

“But sometimes, yeah, I would like to fuck you. But it’s not only that. I just wish you could see me differently.”

She pulled him for a hug and gave him some small kisses on the temple. When they separate, she entwined their fingers and looked into his eyes, and she could see how much pain he was feeling. And suddenly she was confused, because she didn’t want to be tied up, but he was everything that mattered in that moment. So she left a small kiss on his lips and left. And from that moment on, Peter knew there was no hope left for them to be together.

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sensual-kiss · 4 years ago

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A Pleasant Target.

Warnings: 18+, foul languages, unprotected sex, MINORS DO NOT READ.

Written by 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄

The vast ballroom was filled with hedonists, masks covering their pompous facades, and champagnes on their hands. The light was dimly lit. A piece of jazz music could be heard as some people swayed on the dance floor. Couples were dancing romantically, and bodies pressed to one another. Ellerie rolls her eyes at the sight, scoffing as she scans around the room for her target. She was sent by her father to dig up information about the new lad that just move into town. She was only given a name by her father, without any specific detail about this lad. She knows the task was going to be hard when she entered the ballroom.

Elle was dressed in a strapless red dress with a slit that reaches her upper thigh with strappy heels in the same color—sauntering across the room through the sea of people in her dress—sporadically eavesdropping to conversations that might contain information about her target or at least a lead to him. Being a pro at what she does, she is always sly and careful about her actions. Not to mention that she can feel eyes land on her. A group of middle-aged men was eyeing her from head to toe. Elle almost scoffs when she notices them. ‘Like you can handle me.’ She thought, clearly making fun of those filthy men.

Standing in a corner, she watched them again with eagle eyes. She was trying to spot this so-called host. ‘How is it so hard to find him when he’s the fuckin’ host?’ she thought. As she quarreled with herself, a butler walked near her and offered her champagnes. She needs one now. She shrugs and reaches for a glass. Elle continues to eye the crowd as she takes a sip of the champagne. The taste was refreshing as she started to get stressed by the task at her hand. Her eyes scan the room until her eyes meet with his eyes, a blue one, almost as blue as hers. He was leaning on the bar, clad in a tuxedo just like everyone else. She couldn’t recognize him as he was wearing a mask just like her and everyone else. Was he somebody that she knew?

His eyes were locked on her; one corner of his lips was pulled into a charming smirk as he raised his glass in a toast. She diverted her attention toward another place as she tried to focus back on her assignment. It was probably just another guy who wanted her to dance with him. The room feels stuffy all of a sudden. Elle decides to go outside and take a breath of the crisp night air. Her journey leads her to a garden, a beautiful garden filled with roses. There’s not much light except for the shining moon and a little garden lamp. The breeze was relaxing as she thinks through the task she was given. Was it because her father knows that this new lad in town was very unreachable that she sent her to lobby people to learn about him? She will tell her father to be more specific when giving her a task in the future. After gulping down the rest of her champagne, she pivoted her body towards the way where she came from. But a man standing in her way startled her. Elle does not get scared quickly. However, this man walks like a cat. She doesn’t even hear him at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The lad offers her a charming smile that made her remember the lad near the bar. It was him. He was indeed even more attractive up close. It is weird for Elle to get tongue-tied, but his presence affected her so much.

“Oh, how rude of me. I’m Brandon, and you are milady?” His smile was genuine, but his eyes hide something that intrigued her to unravel it.

“Brandon? Williams? So, you’re the host?” She cannot hide the shock that adorned her facade. She was expecting a nasty middle-aged man, but he was definitely out of her expectation.

“Yes, and I think I haven’t got your name yet.”

“Ellerie. I have been looking for you all night.” She teases, an innocent smile etched on her lips. Hoping that her confession will intrigue the lad.

“Have you now? You didn’t seem very interested earlier.” Elle was getting bothered by his insanely attractive smirk.

“I am now.” The dominant vibe he was emitting intimidated her, but she won’t show it, of course.

“Let me show you around?” Brandon offers his arm to Ellerie with an endearing smile etched on his facade. Elle accepted the offer, letting him lead the way to wherever he intended on taking her. She keeps contemplating if she should ask him questions and gain the information her father needed, but a glance at him and her mind went blank. What is he doing to her? How is he even capable of affecting her this much?

The pair have been walking together for some time now. Brandon showed her his mansion, which was enormous but nothing foreign to her. After all, she grew up in a manor similar to this one. The hallway was empty. The sounds of music from where the party is held were barely audible. And before she grasps in their situation, her back was pressed to a wall nearby, and his lips were on hers. She kisses him back with the same fervor, arms circling themselves on his neck as she felt his arms wrapping around her slim waist, pressing their bodies together, leaving no space in between them.

She pulls away, taking an intake of oxygen as his lips chase for hers, making Elle smirk slyly. She got him hooked. “Shall we take this somewhere private?” He asked her, gasping a little, his hands grasping her waist. “Please do lead the way, sir.” Elle grins at him before he kisses her one last time, then pulling at her hand softly.

Elle was facing the door, leaning her body back against Brandon’s sturdy one as he attacked her neck. Leaving wet kisses from her jawline to her shoulder. She couldn’t resist the moan that slips her lips. Giggling when his stubble tickles her. When they finally made it inside the room, he slammed and locked the door. Taunting her like how a predator taunts its prey.

He shoved her to the soft mattress, pressing his body on top of hers while littering kisses on her. Elle’slegs wrap themselves around his waist, grinding up against him as she cups his jawline and maneuvers his lips to hers.

A whine slips past Elle’s swollen red lips as he keeps teasing her. “Stop teasing me!” She scowls at him. His charming smirk was back on his lips, etched proudly as he holds himself on top of her, his elbows supporting his weight. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you? Don’t worry, little one, I’ll take good care of you.” Brandon’s hands reached for Elle’s dress, hiking it up and ripping her panties off. Elle submits herself to him, moaning when she feels his rigid shaft nudging at her core.

“Plea—” Elle doesn’t even finish the word coming out of her lips as she felt him push his member inside of her. Screaming as he stretched her to her limit. Brandon kisses Elle to shut her up, tongue battling for dominance. Thrust after thrust, Elle was reaching her climax as she begged for him. “I’m close. . . Ahh fuck!! Brandon!” She signaled at him. Brandon’s thrust picked up its pace as Elle reached her climax, her manicured nails scratching at his back, leaving red lines along his back. She can feel him reaching his peak, grunting with a rough voice as he slowed his pace after he finishes inside of her.

“If you haven’t realized it, you’re mine now,” Brandon said, panting, as he laid on his back beside her. “I belong to no one, Brandon.” She chuckles at his confidence. Neither of them planned to become friends after this, but the universe said otherwise. Romantic relationships were not on their agenda, but a stress reliever won’t hurt anyone.

Ellerie and Brandon develop friends with benefits relationship after their first meeting. Gradually becoming each other’s best friend.

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Bookshelf Briefs 12/1/20

Cutie and the Beast, Vol. 1 | By Yuhi Azumi| Seven Seas – This looked cute, and gave off a very My Love Story!! vibe, but I was wary of the fact that one of the leads is in his late twenties and the other is a senior in high school. That said, unlike a lot of other romance titles from Japan that adore this sort of couple, the manga makes their age difference the main conflict. He’s a famous pro wrestler, and getting involved with a girl her age, even if she is eighteen, would be career-killing. On the other hand… these two have fallen hard for each other almost at first sight, and can’t stop texting, calling, meeting up, etc. Now, how this will play out I’m not sure. Pretty sure they’ll get together, but I bet his career does take a big hit. Nice to see the manga address it, though. – Sean Gaffney

How Do We Relationship?, Vol. 1 | By Tamifull | Viz Media – “Opposites attract” is a common enough trope, but it is utilized to great effect and with notable complexity in How Do We Relationship?. The manga follows two young women in college as they begin dating each other—the somewhat shy and innocent Miwa and the much more boisterous and experienced Saeko. Navigating a new relationship is rarely easy and a romance between two women has additional sets of challenges, as Saeko in particular is very aware. While Miwa and Saeko’s deepening feelings are obviously core to the story, their relationships with friends and classmates play critical roles as well. One of the things that impressed me the most about the first volume of How Do We Relationship? was just how believable and realistic all of these different relationships were. The characterization of the leads is wonderfully nuanced, too. I’m really looking forward to reading more of the series. – Ash Brown

Komi Can’t Communicate, Vol. 9 | By Tomohito Oda | Viz Media – Most of this Komi volume revolves around Valentine’s Day, which as always presents the author with a conundrum: how do I make them give chocolates and be the cutest couple ever without actually making them a couple or having them confess? Rest assured, though, fans of Komi and Tadano will find endless scenes to love here. My favorite may be Tadano’s sister trying to get him to admit his feelings, then being rather annoyed when he actually comes close to doing so. Fortunately, as the title suggests, Komi is not very good at communicating, so things stay the same for now. Still, I suspect we need something to shake things up. Perhaps a new love interest could magically arrive soon? – Sean Gaffney

My Hero Academia, Vol. 25 | By Kohei Horikoshi | Viz Media – Shigaraki’s backstory is as terrifying and traumatic as you might imagine—let’s just say the hands he wears aren’t just for show. So it’s back to our heroes, who are practicing how to do hero interviews (Midoriya’s goes as badly as you’d expect) and also preparing for the next round of internships. Oh yes, and celebrating Christmas, which is adorable and also has Eri Santa. As for internships, Nighteye is dead and his agency is too busy to take him in, and Best Jeanist is missing, so Bakugou’s in limbo as well. Todoroki suggests an obvious idea: all three of them could intern with the best dad ever. All of this is clearly setting up a huge battle in the upcoming books, but it’s fun to see. – Sean Gaffney

Ossan Idol!, Vol. 1 | By Ichika Kino and Mochiko Mochida | TOKYOPOP – Adapted from a light novel, Ossan Idol! is the story of Miroku Osaki, a virginal, pure of heart, and unemployed 36-year-old who has spent the last decade as a shut-in. He’s always been overweight, but once he discovers a love of dance, he starts training at a gym with Yoichi Kisaragi, who was once overweight himself. Soon, Miroku is buff, handsome, and charming and the karaoke video he accidentally uploads to the internet becomes a viral sensation. The volume concludes with a famous producer declaring he’ll turn Miroku into an idol, and not just him but Yoichi (41) and dancer pal Shiju (40), too. All in all, this is a pleasing bit of fluff that I don’t have a lot to say about either positively or negatively. I will probably check out volume two, at least, to see where the story goes. – Michelle Smith

Sadako at the End of the World | By Koma Natsumi and Koji Suzuki | Yen Press – The premise of this one-volume manga—What if the girl from The Ring ended up in a post-apocalyptic world?—made me wonder if it would be horror or melancholic like Girls’ Last Tour. It’s pretty much both. Sadako, particularly once the artist gives her a tablet to communicate with, is not as scary here, and the girls she’s with are an innocent delight. But as they meet the few remaining people in this world along the way, there’s a definite sense she’s also going back and doing what she does best to each of them. The ending tries for sort of a fourth-wall-breaking thing but I think it was simply there as the author wasn’t sure how to end it after the cast was gone. A good read overall, though. – Sean Gaffney

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Vol. 13 | By Kagiji Kumanomata | Viz Media After reading my brief of the last volume, I feel a need to eat my words. The combination of this new volume and the currently running anime have made me realize: yes, there is real character development here. Syalis at the start of the series was a gag character who would murder at the drop of a hat. Here, while she’s still extremely flaky, she’s doing her best to unite humans and demons, even if this means completing all the Demon Lord’s paperwork—in ONE DAY. Even better, when the Cleric waffles on about his feelings for her and the reason he ran away from the castle, Syalis points out something: who she likes is her own decision. Our Sleepy Princess is all grown up! – Sean Gaffney

Sweat and Soap, Vol. 4 | By Kintetsu Yamada | Kodansha Comics – There’s a chapter of sex here, in case you were looking for that, but for the most part this series would rather deal with the sweet tensions of a young couple in love trying to negotiate how to do that and still be attentive to the other partner’s needs. Their couple-ness is now generally known to the office, though we have not quite told the parents yet—I suspect that will be next book. More importantly, they are talking about moving in together, something that requires charts and sticky notes, because these two are organized and also adorable. And they are also still very much desiring each other as well—the sex here is hot. One of the best romance mangas to come out in 2020. – Sean Gaffney

What the Font?! – A Manga Guide to Western Typeface | By Kuniichi Ashiya| Seven Seas – This is pretty much exactly what you’d expect. A young woman is told to layout a presentation, but has never done this before. While studying Western fonts, she falls asleep… and meets personifications of many of them, both Serif and Sans. Each font has a personality, they talk about themselves and their history, and then we move on. If you’re expecting Hetalia antics, look elsewhere—there’s no plot to speak of, and the fonts are not the most riveting characters. If you do want to learn about the differences between Western typefaces, though, this is a good enough guide for you, though I suspect it works even better in Japanese. – Sean Gaffney

Whisper Me a Love Song, Vol. 1 | By Eku Takeshima | Kodansha Comics – The cover of this volume is quite striking, and it led me to believe that this would be somehow different from your standard “high school girls in love” story. Unfortunately, it really isn’t. Yori Asanagi is a talented singer who fills in with the light music club band for a performance at the entrance ceremony Himari Kino is attending. Himari promptly informs Yori she’s fallen for her at first sight and Yori believes she means it romantically (instead of merely as a fan), and instantly falls in love herself. Characterizations here are shallow, particularly for Yori’s would-be bandmates, and there’s just not much going on that’s especially interesting. The one exception is that Himari’s enthusiastic appreciation for Yori’s singing is seemingly helping her to overcome some confidence issues. I’ll give this one more volume, I think, to see how it develops. – Michelle Smith

You Are My Princess | By Hiroto Kujirada | Futekiya (digital only) – Itsumi Tachibana is a scary-looking guy who secretly loves kitties. He’s surprised when the princely student council president, Seima Takajo, confesses romantic feelings for him, and suspects he’s being made fun of. After spending more time with Takajo, however, and realizing he’s the only one Takajo allows himself to be unguarded around, Itsumi’s feelings change. Plot-wise, You Are My Princess isn’t terribly unique. The guys get together, they have sex in the final chapter, the end. What makes it special, though, is Kujirada-sensei’s clean and expressive artwork, the nonverbal storytelling, and the little moments in which Takajo drops the facade and reveals real vulnerability. And also kitties. In the end, I enjoyed this cute story and look forward to more by this creator! – Michelle Smith

By: Ash Brown

#Anime #News #Manga Bookshelf

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roominthecastle · 6 years ago

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post--“620″ ramblings about stuff & things

so 620 picks up one week after the succulent goose incident. Despite those 7 days, our Red remains as angry and hurt as he was before (if not more), which is our first key point. “I can neither kill... nor trust... nor forgive.” It’s quite an unsettling thing to hear, to say the least, and Liz, unsettled, immediately counters w/ “You forgave Dembe.” This Liz vs Dembe thread that’s been earnestly pulled on since 618 gives us the second key. It reaches all the way back to the first episode of this season where it gets established why such a comparison is not working as an argument: “That’s different.”

In both 620 and 601 we have a moment where Liz and Red try to drag poor Dembe in between them as an “example” to deflect pressure, but each immediately rejects this stunt bc they both know that the nature of their relationship is different. The forgiveness of a parent (figure) is not forthcoming for Liz bc Red’s feelings for her are not really those of a parent. This exact issue emerged after her faked death, too, and Bokenkamp touched upon Red’s point of view already, i.e. how the parent figure would have to forgive but the romantic partner is, in fact, conflicted [x]. But I’ve already written a longer piece on this duality, so I won’t get into it here.

And Red’s been struggling. He is heartbroken again and not as a parent. A parent’s heartbreak is equated to “being impaled by a unicorn” and -- still barred from being in her life -- it’s little Agnes whom Red watches riding a unicorn on the carousel. :)

With Liz, Red is suffering through something else that 100% parallels what Liz went through w/ Tom re, love, betrayal, and forgiveness. She was in limbo where she couldn’t kill, she couldn’t trust, she couldn’t forgive. She lost control and cold fury was the only way to get some of it back. And then she gave in to hope and “forgave every lie and believed every promise” only to get betrayed again. Red describes his predicament the same way: she “has lied and deceived me and I've forgiven her every time” and “I knew but I let my hopes convince me that she wouldn’t betray me.” This ties straight back to the idea of being in love == being rendered powerless, which is part of a larger quote from James about self-deception vs true romantic love. Part of this had a cameo in S2 and another is echoed at the end of this episode (the greeting card bit).

The topic of appearance vs truth is the third key that slides neatly into the broader question of Red’s identity. We have two important scenes that poke this issue:

one w/ Ressler when he questions Dom’s story and Liz’s willingness to gloss over the holes to preserve a neat surface appearance: “But is it the truth? Does it make sense that this is the answer?”

and the other is w/ torture master Teddy who points out how Red lives a charade: “The code's like the suit and the hat. You feel good wearing it. Look good, too. Million bucks. But, and I gotta think deep down you know this, it's like lipstick on a pig. It can cover a lotta sins. End of the day, it's still trayf.”

and all this nicely echoes Dom’s words from the previous episode (the “architect of this charade” who’s “stepping into the lie”) and the way Red kicks off the whole show in 101: “Everything about me is a lie.”

Red wears a disguise, is the point. “Raymond Reddington” is a lie he’s been inhabiting for a yet to be fully uncovered purpose. But ever since he met Liz, he’s been longing to break from this. It’s clearly expressed in all those emotional moments he shares w/ her, e.g.:

“I haven't been home in years. But if anyone can give me a second chance, it's you.”

“Sailors have been navigating by the stars for thousands of years. Odysseus spent a decade at war. But his biggest battle was finding his way home. That's Polaris, the North Star. That's how sailors used to find their way home. When I look at you, that's what I see. I see my way home.”

“It may be hard for you to imagine, but I once had a relatively normal life... bills to pay, play dates, family, some friends, people to care about. Lost all that. // Lost how? // In Mexico, there are these fish that have colonized the freshwater caves along Sierra del Abra. They were lost. They found themselves living in complete darkness. But they didn't die. Instead, they thrived. They adapted. They lost their pigmentation, their sight, eventually even their eyes. With survival, they became... hideous. I've rarely thought about what I once... was. But I wonder...if a ray of light were to make it into the cave, would I be able to see it? Or feel it? Would I gravitate to its warmth? And if I did, would I become... less hideous?”

When Red looks at Liz and Agnes, the deep longing for that past self w/ a wife and daughter stirs in him. It surfaces when she tells him her simple yet distant dream of walking in the park w/ her husband and daughter. They want the exact same thing. This is consistent throughout the seasons. He’s been gently signaling this to her and she’s been fleeing from it bc he is just... too much and the idea of him in that role in her life is an attractive yet scary image (see her steamy dream of him in S2 that blends sensuality and dread as Red, having murdered her husband, stalks up to her bed asking what she really wants).

Red’s anger as a way to reestablish a semblance of soothing control and Liz’s refusal to face the truth to protect herself are what we have in that last scene in 620. “father figure” is a buffer zone, always has been, it’s part of the charade Red lives while wearing Reddington’s identity. Despite having pushed for the truth, she is now trying to lock him into this lie, telling him that that’s what he will always be. And if you keep in mind those quotes above that show how Red longs for a past life around her, then you can see how her words likely inflict more pain.

This brings another quote from Red to mind:

“You said something before. The truth doesn’t matter, that the only thing in this world that matters is just the appearance of truth. I fear you might be right about that. Lately I find that the truth has become… so elusive. Often imaginary. But in the end, it’s all that we’re left with, isn’t it? What is real, what you can taste and touch and feel. The words that pass between us as we look each other in the eye are… all we have to hold on to. The truth. I hold it dear.”

In their first scene where Liz talks about finally having the opportunity to be completely honest w/ each other, they sit face to face. And then promptly dance back from it all, esp Red. Then she soon admits to Ressler that she might be closing her eyes to the whole truth to keep things simple, safe and "sweet”. And so in their last scene, there is no eye contact at all as she tells Red that it doesn’t matter who he once was (never mind that months ago she was willing to put him in jail to find out) bc this fake identity is who he is and who he will always be, which apparently dictates that he must play father and grandfather.

The sheer arrogance and presumptuousness of this statement are already begging for a strong rebuttal but it also nicely reflects Liz’s tendency to make things about herself while brushing aside how others might feel or think. She did this w/ Tom when she refused to see who he really was and tried to convince herself he’d changed. And she does this to Ressler, too, when she tells him she knows he did everything bc he thought it was what was best for her, never mind that that was not Ressler’s motivation at all and he, in fact, said that to her already. Her last scene w/ Red has this vibe to it.

The fact that Agnes is part of this park scene is no coincidence, imo. Red is not comfortable w/ playing Liz’s dad. If he were, he wouldn’t have denied being her dad when she asked him in S1 (since wearing Reddington’s identity provides the wiggle room here), he wouldn’t have winced and cringed every time she referred to him as “father” in S5, and he wouldn’t have had the same reaction at the end of 620, either. He doesn’t embrace it, he doesn’t like it, he just endures it. There was a (sadly discarded) line back in S1/S2 about how he would be willing to play any role she wanted him to play but I believe something has changed since then. Even back in 102, he enthusiastically offers her the role of girlfriend and when she refuses, he flatly tells her that she can play daughter then. The preference on his part seems consistent but it will always be up to Liz to give the green light. Or the red one.

He wants to be a father to Agnes and he’s already confessed it in 319 (“I would give anything to be a part of that child's life... hold her... watch her grow.”). And the only time during the park scene when we can see the cold tension melt off him is when he sees the little girl. And when he hears Liz’s decision to bring Agnes home, his stony demeanor crumbles completely.

This is also where another part of that quote from James mentioned above seeps into the dialog: when Red remarks that Liz’s code is not a code but a greeting card -- confused, self-deceiving bullshit (just like Teddy called his code part of a charade designed to hide the scary truth). They are still not being honest w/ each other, they don’t look each other in the eye, they are still dancing around the actual truth at the core of their relationship. Red is deeply hurt, all his hopes seemingly dashed, which drives him to clam up even more and detach to mitigate the pain. He can’t kill but he can try and kill his true feelings for her, I suppose. And Liz is still afraid to face what it is exactly that fuels his intimate commitment to her, so she draws a line in the sand, declaring it permanent. But...

“You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear.”

James stated -- while talking about TBL -- that he’s not interested in material that doesn’t have a romantic/sexual aspect to explore. He also said that he is fascinated by Red and Liz’s relationship, that Red’s feelings for her are strong, complex, and complicated, and that neither is sure of the true nature of their relationship.

so bottom line (to quote Ressler who’s fast becoming the only voice of reason now that Dembe left): Red locked in the surrogate parent role just bc he wears Reddington’s identity for a different, still mostly unknown purpose -- is it the truth? does it make sense that this is the answer?

nope.

And I think it’s interesting that Cooper was designated as a “spokesperson” when he is in the dark about what happened between Red and Liz: the one who is mostly in the dark speaks about a family bond but his assessment (of love, faith, commitment) could easily pass for a wedding vow, too. It’s nothing but fitting, imo.

This latest fallout created a huge fracture in the Red/Liz relationship and I don’t expect them to repair it in the 2 episodes we have left this season. But Agnes is back and I think she will be the glue for these two idiots in the long run, allowing them to slip into a family rhythm that could potentially coax some buried feelings to the surface -- feelings both are trying to ignore at the moment.

#tbl spoilers #tbl spec #long post #lizzington

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promise-ill-be-blog · 7 years ago

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Casino (Exo Chanyeol Smut)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Smut- rough (read with caution, 16+ content)

A/N: I guess this was influenced by ‘Lotto’? Idk. Enjoy

He had to be the best gambler you had ever seen. He never took his eyes off of the cards and fellow players, and he didn’t lose once. You had been working at the casino for two years and he had only started gambling five months ago. With how good he was, people thought he had been doing it his whole life. To add on to his skill, he was handsome. Breathtakingly handsome. Surprisingly he had never taken any of the girls into a hidden room or home, especially considering how many were head-over-heels for him.

Your job was to serve guests drinks- typically martinis. You had only served him three times in the dozens of times he had been there, because all of the other waitresses had gotten frustrated. They had independently decided that since he didn’t show interest in fucking them, he wasn’t allowed to have any drinks.

Seeing that he had barely even a sip left of his drink, you stood up from your seat and tugged your pencil skirt down. You picked up your tray of martinis and walked over to him, swaying your hips slightly to match the vibe of the casino.

Practically as soon as you reached the table, his opponents angrily threw down their cards and stood up, a few of them pulling their jackets over their shoulders. The red-headed man chuckled to himself in victory. You smiled to yourself and set a martini next to his near-empty glass, setting that one on your tray. “You know, you’re creating a lot of enemies whenever you’re here.”

“I’m only here once a week, so that’s not too many enemies.” He winked at you and raised the glass to his lips, taking a gulp of it. The gulp he had taken was so large to where the glass was practically empty, so you replaced it with a full one. “Usually I have waitresses rushing to serve me. Where are they?”

Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed that you weren’t good enough to serve him alone. “Am I not pretty or sexy enough?”

“No, you’re more than enough.” His eyes scanned your body and he smirked before continuing, “I’m just curious.”

Now you were blushing from his flirting. “Well, if you must know,-” you propped your free hand on your hip for some added sass, ”- they’re all offended that you weren’t trying to sleep with them.”

He laughed. That noise was so charming and made your heart swell with joy. Of course he was probably laughing at how ridiculous they were being, but you tried to bring yourself confidence by thinking he thought you were funny or charming. “Do you want to make them jealous?”

Your eyes widened, nervous at what he was insinuating. “I don’t know... Their blood is probably boiling about the fact that we’re speaking to each other.”

As if on queue, one of the waitresses walked over and said, completely ignoring your existence, “Hello, sir. May I offer you a drink?” She was smiling but it looked oddly restrained, giving away that her kindness was fake and leaving you thinking that she would slap you if she could.

Before the man could respond, you quickly said, “You know what? I’ll take your offer.”

He excitedly stood up from his seat, grabbed your wrist, and started walking you to a private room. When you passed by the girl, you purposely bumped her shoulder and she growled in anger. You snickered to yourself before the nervousness of what’s about to happen sank in. You had never slept with a stranger before and now you were going to do it in your workplace in a room that was meant for people to play privately with a group of friends.

As soon as you were inside the room, he locked the door and it seemed to become a battle for dominance. You were shoving each other and taking turns biting each other’s lips. In a desperate attempt to win, you tugged on a lock of his hair and he chuckled huskily. He pulled away, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. “You’re a feisty little thing. I like it.” He shoved you onto the table, signifying your defeat.

He pushed your legs apart and dragged your lower half to where it was barely off the edge of the table. He hooked his index finger in your embarrassingly plain underwear and tugged it down and onto the floor. His head disappeared between your legs and he flattened his tongue against your cunt, licking a long strip along it. His tongue dipped between your lips and flicked at your clit. You gasped a moan and grabbed onto his hair, tugging at the delicate locks.

He groaned against you, sending vibrations against your clit. The tip of his tongue played with the deliciously sensitive nub and one of his fingers danced at your core. “Please don’t tease me!” Your nails scraped against his scalp and his teeth nipped at your clit, nearly causing you to scream, and your back arched in shock. “Oh, you are such an asshole!”

He chuckled, which was such an unbelievably sexy sound at the moment. His finger slid in easily with how wet you were and it curled upwards, easily finding that one pleasure spot that drove every female insane. “Right there,” you gasped out and your legs wrapped around his neck. His finger glided in and out of you at a rapid pace, continuously hitting your sweet spot. He added a second finger and began sucking your clit. You were dangerously close to your release when he pulled away, leaving you with an empty, and licked up your juices.

He stood up, cleared his throat, and straightened out his clothes. “It was nice meeting you. I had fun.” He winked and turned towards the door. You jumped up and tripped him onto the floor. You straddled his thighs and he chuckled to himself. “Damn, I love how feisty you are.” He rested his hands on your waist and bucked his hips against your pelvis, poking your core with his hardened member. “I have one rule.” One of his hands ran up your side and cupped one of your breasts, and you grinded against him.

“And what’s that?”

“Before you cum, you have to scream my name: Chanyeol.” His hand sneaked beneath your shirt and bra, and squeezed your breast.

You leaned down next to his ear and nipped at his earlobe. “I’ll be sure to cum before you, then.” You unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. Seeing how hard he was made the already present heat between your legs intensify. He grabbed your hips and helped ease you down. He filled you up so well that it felt like you were on ecstasy. He helped to glide you up and down until you got into the rhythm of it.

When you got into the rhythm and Chanyeol wasn’t trying to control you anymore, you moved at a faster pace. You took in as much as you could until he hit that right spot again. Seeing the pleasure written across your face, he firmly gripped onto your waist and started thrusting into you at a rough and fast pace, completely assaulting your g-spot. You nearly screamed from pleasure, and threw your head back and struggled to keep up with his pace.

He let out a growl and flipped you over so that he was on top. He continued pounding into you as he tore up your shirt and bra and began sucking on your nipple. He rubbed your clit in quick, rash circles and you felt yourself reaching your climax.

Before you could warn him, you came. You screamed his name and clawed at the back of his shirt. He pulled out when he was nearing his own climax, and you grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. Within a few pumps, he released onto your exposed stomach. “Oh fuck...,” he muttered and leaned his head back as you both caught your breath.

He started searching the small room for something you could clean yourselves up with and came across a hand towel used for wiping condensation off the tables. He wiped your stomach and hands, and wiped his cock of your juices. You stood up, pulled your underwear back on, and pulled your bra and shirt back down- discovering that your shirt was a little stretched. “Chanyeol!” He looked at you in confusion and you pointed at the loose fabric.

“Oops.” He laughed and blindly tried fixing his hair that you had fucked up. “You were certainly fun to fuck. Other women I’ve slept with were submissive, but you certainly put up a fight.”

“I haven’t come across a guy that would fight a woman trying to be dominant. I guess you’re not a little bitch.”

He smirked. “Are you always this feisty?”

You grinned. “Not all of the time, but most of the time.”

“Then we should certainly keep in touch.”

“Oh? You’re not going to discard me?”

He leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. “If I find someone I enjoy, I’m going to keep them.”

“So am I your pet now?”

He chuckled and shook his head, getting off of the table and pulling something out of his wallet. He walked over to you and kissed you. His lips were soft and plush, and tasted like martinis and cherries. “Call me when you get lonely and need some fun... or a date.” He handed you a card with his number on it and headed towards the door. He unlocked it and started walking out.

You chased after him and asked, “What does this mean? What are we?”

“Whatever you want us to be, babe.”

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brokenheartserenade · 8 years ago

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Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out. I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to them for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made me laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Canadian Girl*

Chapter Thirteen

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 4841 Warnings: Angst, mention of a past abusive relationship, Smut, NSFW (18+), stereotyping of Canadians (I'm allowed, I am one)

Kennedy pressed her hands to her face and rocked ever so slightly back and forth. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it was going to burst right from her chest. All her old fears, her faults, and her failings had just been thrown right back in her face.

He hadn’t said more than a handful of words, but it all came back like a wave of loathing and pain with the first glimpse of his smug face.

She’d done a good job with her false bravado, but the adrenalin had worn off, and now she couldn’t stop shaking.

“Kennedy?” Natasha called quietly in the empty room.

Heeling away the tears which had escaped down her face, Kennedy cleared her throat. “Ye-yeah, Nat?”

“You did really well,” she said, placing her hand on the outside of the stall door.

Gasping a rather wet chuckle, Kennedy leaned her head against the wall, knocking her hat askew. Finishing up, she left the stall and headed for the sink, not bothering to look in the mirror as she washed her hands. “He made me feel so…” She shook her head.

Nat waited for her to be done before handing her a damp towel. “Your makeup’s running.” She watched carefully as Kennedy lifted the towel to drag it beneath her eyes, never once turning to check the mirror. “He’s wrong you know.”

Clearing her throat again, Kennedy muttered, “I know…”

Nat leaned against the counter. “Don’t let him drag you back to where you were six years ago, Kennedy.”

Sighing, Kennedy laid the papers down on the counter, looking at the streaks of makeup which marred the towels. “I’m not you, Natasha. I’m not strong and confident, not in this. I let him break me down, could see it happening, and still, I let him take all of me apart. Piece by piece. Chipping away at who I’d been. How weak am I that I let him do that to me?”

“You’re not asking the right question, Kennedy,” Nat said, taking her hands. “You should be asking what kind of twisted person does that to another person. Sweetie that man would find faults and flaws in whatever woman he was with.”

She knew that, truly, because Carl was an asshole who got off on controlling women, but it didn’t make her feel any less dumb. “He makes me feel… just so… stupid.”

***

More tears filled Kennedy’s eyes and slipped down her cheeks, but it was the words which had Natasha’s eyes widening in sudden understanding. “Oh man. Oh wow.” She had a flashback to the fight Kennedy and Steve had at the Tower before she’d run home. “No wonder you were so upset.”

Nodding slowly, Kennedy sighed. “It was like... I’d fallen for Carl all over again. Deception, half-truths, avoidance, and then to find out he’d lied, even a lie of omission… It was like it was happening all over again.”

“Kennedy, I’m so sorry. You know Steve never meant to hurt you. We just don’t get this anymore. It’s nearly impossible to go anywhere without being recognized. To have you look at him as a man first before you found out, he was Cap… was really big for him. So many people see the shield and never beyond it. For you, it was the other way around.”

“I know that, and I understand, Nat. I love him, I do, god, so much it hurts sometimes! I just feel… less than he deserves.” Removing her hands from Natasha’s, she pressed them to her face. “I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.” Sighing, she picked the damp towels back up and wiped her face.

Patting the woman’s shoulder, Nat had her heart clench.

Kennedy had suffered through her own battles, fought her own demons, and Natasha found her inspiring. She’d trained herself to control her powers mostly alone, fought off depression after the incident with her cousin – a misfire caused by an overexcited Kennedy which had nearly killed Danny - finished high school at sixteen to jump swiftly into University, taken multiple degrees and doctorates at the same time, fallen in with Carl and had him drag her down as far as he could before Kennedy had finally fought her way free. Then, she’d gone to work for a man she feared to do as much good for the world as possible and had fallen in with them.

Kennedy wasn’t a soldier, she wasn’t a super-secret spy, she wasn’t battle-tested in the traditional sense, but damn if she wasn’t rapidly becoming a woman Natasha respected all the more for the way she just kept getting back up. Every time the world knocked her down, Kennedy stood up, dusted herself off, and smiled as she just kept going. Some of that had to do with the amazing family she came from, but most of it was just who Kennedy was on the inside. There was a will of vibranium in the core of this women.

“I really admire you, Kennedy.”

“What?” Kennedy whispered, head snapping up to look at her. “Why?”

Smiling softly, Nat took the towels and helped fix the mess of Kenny’s makeup. Clearly, she wasn’t ready to look in the mirror. “You’re so damn strong, Kennedy. No matter how far life kicks you down, you just get back up. The strength you have here,” she gently tapped Kenny’s heart, “Rivals that of Captain America himself. You’re an inspiration.”

“Nat…” Kennedy shook her head.

“You’re stronger than you think. You stood before your abuser and told him he was nothing. Don’t make him into something because he got under your skin with a few ridiculous comments.” She snorted softly in derision. “After all, he called Steve fat. How wrong can one person be?”

A surprised giggle burst from Kennedy’s lips. “His eyes were so big!”

“I thought he was going to wet himself when Bucky jerked him up by the shirt.” Nat snickered.

“I kind of wish I’d kicked him…” Kennedy whispered.

Natasha looked at her with a smile which made men quake in their boots. “I can teach you if you want when we go home.”

Kennedy ran her hands down her hips and thighs self-consciously. “I don’t… I won’t be any good at… that.”

Shaking her head, Natasha smacked Kennedy’s hands. “Do not even start! Do you know what I’d give to have that bubble ass and those tits? Girl, don’t even go there. You’ve got the whole hourglass, Kim Kardashian, pin-up girl vibe going on. Add some red lips, and a pair of short shorts and Steve would need to pack his shield permanently just to hide the evidence.”

“Oh my god, Natasha!” Kennedy barked out in laughter.

“Honey, you are hot with a sizzling H. Just cause pencil dick couldn’t get it up without bringing you down has nothing to do with you.” Pulling lip gloss from her pocket, Nat applied a swath to her lips before offering it to Kennedy.

She snorted out another laugh, turning to face the mirror. A little red around the eyes, Kennedy had managed to avoid the ugly crying and wasn’t too splotchy. Her makeup was pretty much gone, but the bruising around her eye was faint thanks to Natasha’s homemade bruise cream. It would hardly be noticeable once they were back in the dimly lit bar area. Slicking the gloss over her lips, Kennedy handed it back.

Smirking wickedly, Natasha said coyly, “After all, I doubt Carl could have kept it up for three minutes, let alone three hours.”

“Natasha!” Kennedy squeaked, blushing red right to the roots of her hair. “How… when… who told you about that?” she finally hissed.

“Sweetie, I’m a spy. No one needs to tell me anything.” Grinning, Nat sauntered towards the door.

Once through it, Kennedy was immediately seized by the firm grip of Bucky who tugged her towards him. “Bucky?”

“Come dance with me, doll. Then you can buy me a beer with some more of your weird, colourful money.” He smirked, teasing just to rile her up.

“Weird! Our money is not weird!” she huffed indignantly, following along as he dragged her away.

Natasha made to follow only to have her elbow captured. Frowning at Steve, she was unprepared when he dragged her into a tight hug. “Steve?”

“Thanks, Nat,” he murmured near her ear.

“Rogers!” she gasped in mock surprise. “Were you eavesdropping? How very un-Captain America of you.” She’d known damn well both the super soldiers in the hall would hear every word and be perfectly fine with it. She wasn't about to let Carl ruin the night after Kenny had been having so much fun.

"You're right though. Kennedy is an inspiration,” Steve said, hugging her tight.

“She really is, Steve.” She hugged him back, kissed his cheek, and pulled away.

***

Later that night, Kennedy lay with her head over Steven’s heart. Naked and a little drunk, her whole body hummed contentedly after his loving. Every time he touched her it was stars and fireworks and passionate words. “Do you think it will ever not be this way?”

Stroking his fingers through her hair, Steve hummed happily. “No, doll face. You’re always going light me up.”

“Did you have a thing with Natasha?” Mentally, she kicked herself for asking something she hadn’t really wanted to know the answer to. Loose lips were always a problem for her when she’d had too much to drink, but she'd caught the little exchange they'd had in the hallway outside the washroom.

Frowning, Steve rolled so the light coming through the hotel window shone on her face. “What brought this on?”

She shrugged, unable to meet his eyes.

Cupping her cheek, he stroked it gently with his thumb. “We kissed once. Middle of a mall to escape detection by the Hydra agents which were chasing us, just before SHIELD fell. Afterward, she asked if it had been my first kiss since nineteen-forty-five.” He rolled his eyes.

Kennedy snickered at the look of exasperation on his face. “That bad, huh?”

“The wrong partner,” he said, taking her lips in a gentle, soft kiss.

Her breath quickened, body warmed, and he drew his hand down her torso to her waist.

Lifting his head slowly, he watched her eyelids flutter open. “In total, I’ve kissed five women.”

“What?” she was kind of stunned.

“Peggy, whom everyone knows about. She was my first love and…” he shrugged, eyes sad. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Steven,” she murmured, cupping his face. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “It’s alright. She was happy. Got married and had a family. It’s what she wanted.”

But she could see the twinge of pain it brought to his heart to remember.

“Before that, there was this secretary who kind of just grabbed me by the tie and kissed me after I’d rescued Bucky and the 107th from behind enemy lines. There was this whole, saved all those women’s husbands speech over it that I...”

She smirked at him, and he cleared his throat.

“Moving on. Nat was number three, and you know how that turned out.”

She snickered and made him grin.

“But Sharon was the only other woman I dated before you.”

She stared up at him in shock. “Two? You’ve had two girlfriends?”

He flushed a little and looked away. “Been kinda busy saving the world and all that. Haven’t exactly had time to be a social butterfly.” He looked down at her and the smile on her lips. “And I don’t take sex lightly, doll face. It means something to me when I bed a woman. Like a promise.”

“How on god’s green earth did you become Captain Sex on Legs after only one girlfriend?” What the hell kind of lover was this Sharon?

Chuckling softly, he brushed his nose over hers. “I ain’t going to lie, baby. I enjoyed what I had with Sharon, but this? Shit, Kennedy. You’re like Aphrodite, goddess of love in my bed. I’ve never felt the things I feel when I’m with you.” Dropping his lips to her cheek, he shifted over top of her and smiled when her legs wrapped his waist. Rubbing his renewed erection through wet folds, he groaned softly as he sank into her. “It’s like coming home, baby. There’s just nowhere else I’d rather be. No one else I’d rather be with than you, Kennedy.”

She arched up as he slowly made love to her. Long glides of thick cock through sensitive folds left her breathless and moaning. Her hands drifted down his back, and she pulled him flush to her, loving the way his chest brushed her sensitive nipples. “Steven…” she whispered near his ear. “I love you.”

“Kennedy… you’re mine.” He crooned back, dropping his head to her shoulder as he pumped into her tight body. Turning his face to her throat, he found the spot with her tattoo and brought his mouth to just beneath it, sucking in time with his thrusts as he increased his speed. Once he’d left a nice mark on her, he drew his lips back to her ear. “I love you so much, baby. You going to come for me, my best girl? Come for me like the good girl you are?”

A particularly strong thrust of hips set her moaning. “Again…”

He complied, and she felt the pleasure slam up her spine.

“Oh god, Steven…”

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you moan like that. Claw me up, sweetheart. Scream my name!”

“Steven!” she shrieked as he fucked her deep into the mattress. “Fuck! Yes!” She clamped like a vice around him, raking her nails down his back.

Groaning, Steve slammed his hips into hers and held tight as she squeezed hot ropes of seed from him. “Fuck, Kennedy,” he moaned, collapsing down on top of her. “Baby…so good. Every time with you just gets better and better.”

Releasing the grip of her thighs, Kennedy drew her hands down his back. A soothing gesture as she could feel the welts her nails had left behind.

He was heavy, but she kind of liked it, especially as he was still mostly hard and twitched at the aftershocks her body was experiencing. “My big strong soldier brought down in his prime by a woman.” Turning her head, she lightly licked his ear.

Humming, Steve turned his, closing his teeth on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder with a growl. “Keep it up, woman, and I’ll make you work for it.”

“Oh? How so?” She tightened her inner walls, making him shiver.

***

Sliding his arms beneath her, Steve sat up and back, the bedding falling from them as he held her hips tight to his so they stayed connected when he stepped from the bed. Striding slowly across the hotel room, he made his way over to where the floor to ceiling tinted glass window looked out on the city skyline.

They'd ended up with one seriously elegant suite thanks to their last minute booking, one he’d charged to Tony, but now he was glad they had the luxury for he sat on the bench placed before the window and leaned back against the glass. It was cold, but at the moment he didn’t care.

“Steven?” she whispered arms tight around his neck. “The view kind of gives me vertigo.”

“Then look at me, love.” Making sure her knees were comfortably placed on the bench, Steve drew his hands up her back, along her ribs, eventually coming around to cup her breasts and lift them to his mouth. “You were so beautiful tonight on the dance floor. All swaying hips and sexy eyes. Dance for me now, Kennedy.”

Moaning when her nipple was engulfed by his mouth, Kennedy reached for the remote on the far end of the bench and gave it a click. “Ha! Perfect.”

Sultry music spilled out of the speakers. She tossed the remote to a chair behind her.

“How’d you know?” Steve asked, plucking at her nipple with his lips.

She smirked down at him. “High-end hotel, luxury suite, the music is always mood music.”

“And have you often needed mood music, Kennedy?”

She’d asked first so he figured the information was fair game. Peering down at him, she cupped his face in her palms. “Three boyfriends. Jake when I was in my first year of high school. Sweet and kind but no chemistry so we parted. Tommy, when I was sixteen, was my first lover. He was gentle and giving and taught me to enjoy what we did, but I left for UNI early so it was a bittersweet ending. Carl was the last.”

“We don’t need to talk about him, not right now. But I do want to know, Kennedy, when you’re ready. I want you to feel free to tell me anything and know I’ll never judge you for it,” Steve said. A shadow flickered in her eyes that had him closing his hands on her ass to distract her. “Dance for me, baby.”

As the music changed into a heavy, thudding base, Kennedy’s eyes darkened, her hands fell to his shoulders, and she gently began to move to the rhythm.

“Merciful God…” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the siren she became when she moved over him.

A smile graced her lips, and she sat up straight, keeping her movements slow, sensual, a gentle undulation of her hips over his. Just the slightest press and retreat, glide of moist lips over hard shaft. Drawing her hands to her hips, she followed the curves and planes of her body, up to cup her breasts, skimming them up her chest to dive into her loose, wavy locks. The music quickened and so did she, riding over him in gentle arcs and dips. She arched her head back and groaned out, “Captain...” Lights and shadows played over the glistening skin of her body.

Steve gripped her ass just a bit tighter, rocked her just that much harder down on him. “Fuck, baby.”

Emeralds, hard as stones, peered down at him and Kennedy smiled a grin which nearly stopped his heart. When the hell had she learn to smile like Natasha? She looked like she was going to eat him alive. Slowly, Kennedy released the hold she had on her hair, letting her hands fall to find his wrists. Pulling his hands from her ass, she lifted his arms and pressed his wrists to the glass.

He moved for her, knowing it made her happy when he was a willing participant in her games.

She would never have moved him otherwise. “You said you’d make me work for it, remember?” she smirked. Her lips were inches from his, her breasts rubbing teasingly against his chest, and her tight walls kept sliding and squeezing over his cock.

“Kennedy...”

“Do you want me to work for it, Cap?” she whispered against his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah baby,” he murmured back.

“Hands behind your back, soldier. Link your fingers together.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He was pretty damn sure his cock had just grown even harder if that was at all possible.

When Kennedy moaned on her next downward stroke, he knew it was.

He was quick to move his hands behind his back when she let him go.

Another smile crossed her lips before she placed them softly on his. “You ready for this, Cap?” Her lips whispered over his, a counterpoint to the heat and wet of her tight body.

“Give it your best shot, doll.”

Sitting back, Kennedy drew her nails lightly over his pectorals, traced the edge, and ran her thumbs over small, hard nipples. She watched his muscles flex in his arms when he clenched his hands together. A laugh spilled from her lips, low and husky and just a bit wicked. “Struggle all you like, Captain. Your mine for the foreseeable future.”

His brow arched, a smirk twitching his lips before he sobered.

She’d taken his dance and turned it into a little role play.

“Do your worst, Doc. I ain’t giving you nothing.”

Rocking up, she rested her hands on his ribs, held herself above him, just barely connected, a smile flirting with her lips. “You think you can resist me? Resist this?” Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered back down until he pressed against her core. Rolling her hips, she mimicked a smooth canter, making his mouth fall open. “What information are you protecting?” She was killing him with her open-minded, adventurous spirit.

“Rogers, Steven. Captain, 54985870. Date of birth, July 4th, 1920.” His heart was pounding, his chest heaving. Cock throbbing in a way he’d never known before. “You’ll… get nothing… from me!”

Tsking softly, Kennedy clenched her fingers into his ribs, made him flinch. Then, she tightened her inner muscles and smirked when his mouth dropped open again. “I think, Captain, you want to give me the information.” Rising up, she slammed her hips down in three hard plunges and moved a hand to her clit. “I think you would happily give it to me if only I would let you touch me, no?” Rubbing small circles, she groaned deeply. Her other hand went behind her to his knee as she arched back, giving him a show. She rocked and danced and undulated over his lap to the heavy pulsing beat.

He could see himself disappearing inside her body, his cock glistening with her essence. His hands ached with how hard he was gripping them together. “Fuck, Doc.”

Her hair swung behind her in a curtain of silk, and her body glowed in the light from the window. Sweat was beading on her skin, trickling down between her breasts.

His palms itched to grab her close so he could lick at the long line of her exposed throat.

“Give me what I want, Captain, and you can take what you want.”

His biceps bulged, chest heaved, and a heavy flush invaded his face.

Her sultry eyes had darkened into a deep green, showing her pleasure in their shining depths behind her lashes. A pink tongue darted out to moisten her parted, panting lips, leaving them glossed as her teeth caught the bottom one in a sexy little bite.

“No…” He managed to groan out. “Rogers, Steve... Captain, 54985870. Date… date of birth, July…..4th, 1920.”

She leaned forward to labour over him, her smile knowing with his faltering, sliding her hand over his shoulder and into his hair. She gave it a gentle pull, rocking her hips down hard before pressing her chest to his and her lips to his jawline. “But you want to. I can see it on your face, soldier. Just give in, Captain, and this can all end.”

He was pretty sure he’d cut off the circulation to his fingers by this point. “Doc…” Turning his head, his mouth sought hers, but she turned hers away and made him growl.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Captain,” she whispered, lips only an inch from his, holding him back by his hair.

“Kennedy.”

Her mouth was so close but so far. “Give in… give in and take what you want,” she whispered.

He could feel the flutter in her sheath and swore. “Damn it, woman!” His hands unlocked and sank into her hair. “I love you! Is that what you want to hear?”

She smiled that man-eating grin.

His abdomen was cramping from holding himself back, but she looked like the cat who’d eaten the canary.

“Thank you, Captain,” she crooned. “You’ve been ever so… helpful.”

Snarling softly, Steve slammed his mouth down on hers in a hard kiss, forcing his tongue past her lips. Hands smacking to her ass, he shoved to his feet, kicking the stool out of the way, sending it crashing across the room, and pressed Kennedy firmly into the glass.

She yelped at the cold.

He smirked against her throat. “You so deserve that,” he grumbled, driving his hips up into hers, forcing his cock deep.

Crying out, Kennedy wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning when he squeezed her ass with each hard thrust. “Why?” she whined, tilting her head when he bit at her shoulder.

“Made me break, baby. Me. Captain America gave in to the demands of my interrogator. How the hell am I supposed to live that down?”

“I also stole your gun,” she quipped.

He thrust hard.

“Steven!” she hollered.

Dropping her feet the floor, Steve pulled out of her rapidly tightening walls and spun her to face the window. “Hands on the glass, baby.”

The command, for it was hard and demanding in his voice which lashed authority, made her quiver in excitement as she placed her palms against the window.

“Good girl,” Steve said, stroking his hands down her spine. Gripping her hips, he drew her back slightly, forcing her back to sway. “Spread your legs, Doc.”

Glancing over her shoulder, Kennedy shifted her feet. Her body was arched, breasts swaying. Her lips parted on a breathy moan when he lined himself up and plunged back in.

Growling softly, Steve curved his body over hers, wrapped his arms around her, lifted her enough to press her chest to the window.

Another breathy moan escaped her lips when the cold hit her sensitive nipples.

With his body tight to her spine, he slowly, methodically, started to fuck her. Hard jerks of his hips, full glides in and out of tight walls until he was pulling nearly fully out before diving back in. Grunting, groaning, straining, with how she’d undone him, he took her on one hell of a ride. “You’re never allowed to interrogate anyone else. Not ever.”

Plastered to the window, Kennedy gasped, “Why?”

“Too fucking good, baby. Too good. Broke me down so fast.” Removing one hand from her body, he sought out her hand and clasped their fingers together.

Her face was turned towards him, cheek resting against the window, breath fogging it slightly, and Steve nipped at her earlobe, sucking it between his lips as he nibbled on it.

“Open your eyes, doll. It’s like we're loving in the open. Anyone could look out and see you pressed to the window. You’re on display for the world to see.”

Only she wasn’t. The glass worked one way, and the room was dark behind him. But a fresh rush of wetness soaked his cock, and he moaned. “You like that don’t you? Little voyeur. Do you like the idea of getting caught, Doc?”

“No…”

“Liar,” he whispered in her ear. Again he could feel the flutter of her tightening sheath. “That’s it, baby. You going to come for me?” He kissed her cheek and jaw, down her throat to her shoulder, and sucked on her skin, leaving little marks all along the length.

“Steven…” she moaned, staring out at the city lights. “Oh god!”

“Fuck, doll face!” He increased his pace, arching and thrusting, curving just enough to catch her sweet spot with every plunge until she drew a deep breath. He drove up in a rapid pace, causing her head to tilt back as a keening wail of release became of a scream of, holy god, Steven, when she came with the force of a train.

“Fuck!” he bellowed as he followed her over into nerve searing release. His hips pulsed with each jet of seed her clenching walls drew from him. She milked him dry, and he found himself leaning heavily against her against the window. “Damn, baby…” he whispered in awe.

Sighing happily, Kennedy’s legs shook a little when he pulled away, but his arms surrounded her and lifted her off her feet. “Mmm, was fun.”

His hands shifted her around. The music cut out when he pressed the button on the remote, plunging them into silence. “You nearly killed me, woman, with your teasing,” he grumbled, sliding them both back into bed. Kissing her lips, he drew the sheets up and wrapped his arms around her.

She’d been having nightmares off and on since… Hydra.

He found holding her like this the most effective way of keeping them at bay. After a week of sleeping in her bed, he knew tomorrow he would likely wake to find he’d moved down the mattress to wrap his arms around her hips and his head would be pillowed on her soft belly. It was a fantastic way to wake up.

A smug grin flashed on her tired mouth. “You liked it.”

“Yeah, I did. Still, let’s keep the fact that you broke me and made me give up my Intel, between us.” He chuckled softly.

“I have made you a double agent now. You have been trapped by my sexual prowess. You’ll do anything to stay in my good graces,” she teased.

“Darn right,” Steve murmured. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” she quipped softly and did just that.

Chuckling, Steve kissed her temple, curled around her, and followed her into dreams.

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