#i wanted to try it with eyebrows showing through the hair.

[cherrygirlfriend]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ honey, on your knees

pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader synopsis: rafe gets desperate to please reader warnings/tags: smut, oral (fem. receiving) MDNI! wc: 1.7k a/n; inspired by 'holy' by king princess! that song is so them... also there's an easter egg in this fic (what is this, the mcu?) lmk if you spot it!

rafe masterlist ♡ pervert masterlist ♡

rafe's raging hard-on was pressing against your clothed cunt as you were straddling him on his bed, the boy's hair mussed up by how much you'd been tugging on it. you didn't know if your boyfriend was aware just how his hips were bucking up into you desperately, small whines leaving his throat every time your lips took even a slight break from being heatedly pressing against his.

you chuckled as you pulled your lips away from him, a mocking pout on your lips. "what's the matter, baby?"

"please..." he whines underneath you, his blue eyes rolled back in his head.

"please what?" you chuckled again, rolling your hips against his, causing him to let out a guttural whine as you ran a long, manicured nail down his jawline, "speak up. you know i can't hear you when you just whine like that."

you wiped the saliva away from rafe's kiss-swollen lips; the two of you had been making out in his bed for the past hour, and he'd been basically humping up into you for the majority of it. your panties were soaked at this point, but you couldn't resist; you'd rather have your pussy clenching around nothing if it meant you'd get to tease him.

"j-just..." rafe whispered, trying to steady his breathing, his cheeks pink, "just need... something..."

"oh, do you?" you cocked your head to the side, "but what if i need something, huh? you think your needs should come first?"

"i'll give you anything," his eyebrows are knitted together in a way that made him look like the most pitiful, adorable puppy as he looked up at you, his pupils so wide his eyes almost appear black.

"yeah? anything?" you coo, bringing your lips down to his defined jawline, starting to leave small little kisses and licks as your lips traced it, "anything?" you mumble against his chin until nipping at the soft skin sharply, rafe letting out a whiney exhale.

"anything..."

you chuckled, pulling away from his chin, biting down on your lip as your thumb wiped away a tiny drop of blood that you'd drawn with your small nip, "look, rafe. seems like i nicked you a little." you smile, showing your thumb to rafe, only for the boy not caring for even one bit, not even when you wiped it on his lower lip, his tongue almost automatically darting out to lick it off.

"please."

you pursed your lips in thought for a moment, until chuckling as you got off his lap, making rafe look at you with wide eyes, an almost betrayed look on his face. you sat back on his bed, hugging your knees for a brief moment, before cocking your head to the side and lifting your eyebrow, spreading your legs. "take off my shorts."

rafe didn't need to be told twice; he knelt down in between your legs, the shape of his cock visible through his grey sweatpants. you lifted your hips to help him as he scrambled to get your shorts off, and when he saw the wet patch on your baby pink panties, right under the heart-shaped cut-our in the middle of it, his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, "what... what do you want me to do?" he mumbled, clearing his throat.

you run your pointed bare foot down his arm, the light hairs on his arms raising, a shiver running down his spine as you caress him with a coy smile, cocking your head to the side with a glint in your eye. "take them off."

rafe took a long, shaky breath. hesitantly, he reached out for the waistband of your panties, his knuckles pressing against your lower abdomen making you hitch your breath.

even though you knew it wasn't rafe's purpose to tease you, it took him agonizingly long to slide your panties down your legs, making you grow more and more desperate to feel him, to feel his touch, to feel his mouth between your legs. and finally, when your panties were discarded to the side, he turned to look at you, and it was as if he was hypnotized by the sight of you.

"kiss up my legs. slowly."

listening to your guidance, rafe lifted your right foot to rest on his shoulder, turning to face it as he pressed a kiss on your ankle, tracing wet, warm kisses, first up your calf, before pressing a kiss on your knee. as with everything rafe did, he was thorough. he nipped, licked, and kissed up your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him, his breath hot against your bare skin.

when rafe finally reached the divet between your thigh and your cunt, he inhaled the scent of your arousal, exhaling against your arousal-slickened cunt shakily, causing your back to arch off the bed.

you'd had enough of his unintentional teasing, so you brought your manicured hand to his hair, gripping it tightly. you moved his head so you had him where you wanted, making rafe let out a muffled grunt against your folds. he moved the other thigh to rest on his shoulder too.

as you loosened your grip slightly, he pulled away just slightly, only to run his thumb up your labia and slightly pressing against your clit, giving it a lazy roll. "i haven't done this before, but, uh, i'm gonna try my best." he murmured, and you felt the vibrations of his voice in your spine, making you bite down a smile.

rafe suckled up one of your folds, and finally, when he reached your clit, he simply pressed a small kiss on the throbbing bud, running his tongue down your slit, making you arch into his touch as you let out a whine, your grip clenching around his hair.

the boy repeated his action on your other fold, but now, when he reached your clit, rafe circled it with his tongue teasingly. one of his hands started trailing up your body, pushing up his shirt as he did so, and you could tell that as he reached your bralette-covered breasts, his hips bucked against the bed, and as his tongue circled your clit, his fingers started circling your hardened nipple.

when rafe's lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers wrapped around your nipple. and when his lips finally started greedily sucking your clit between his lips, his fingers pinched your nipple.

you gasped, arching into his touch; you felt as he started rolling around your nipple between his fingers, while simultaneously drawing figure-eights on your clit with his tongue. rafe was letting out, almost indecipherable moans against your clit, his hips rutting against the bed.

"just like that..." you moan, arching your hips into him, and as his other hand creeps up your thigh, he pulls away from your clit, a groan leaving your lips as you look down at him, taking your hand away from his hair with a disappointed huff, "did i tell you to stop?"

rafe let out a bashful chuckle, the hand that was on your thigh moving to push back his mussed-up hair, "just, uh, wanted to know if it's okay if i use my fingers?"

you rolled your eyes, but smiled at him fondly before resting your head back down, your hand moving to grab his hair again, "just shut up and do it."

his head disappeared between your thighs once again, lapping up some of your arousal before his lips wrapped around your clit again. you felt two of his fingers circling your entrance, building suspense.

but when he finally pushed his fingers into you, your walls were so slick with your arousal, it was like they were sucking him in, pleading him to go deeper. rafe let out a soft moan against your clit as he pushed his long fingers deeper, the coldness from his rings causing shivers to run down your spine.

"yes..." you clenched around his fingers, feeling as he withdrew them, only to push them in deeper, and as he continued on, he began to arch them inside of you and your grip on his hair tightened, the squelch of your pussy as his fingers started to pick up their pace mixed with the sound of your moans filling his dorm room.

and as his fingers and mouth worked in tandem, you kept arching more and more into him, your breathing getting more irrational as you felt the familiar warm feeling in your abdomen slowly turn scorching hot.

"yes, right there!" you moan the moment you feel his fingers reach that spongy spot, and as usual, he obeyed, his fingers continuing to arch into that one specific spot, your head thrown back in bliss, your eyes closed as you chased your orgasm.

and when it finally hit you, it was like electricity was running through your body, your pussy clenching around his fingers, trapping his long digits inside of you, gripping onto his hair as if to make sure you'd stay on earth. rafe pulled his lips away from your throbbing clit, panting, instead moving his thumb to slowly roll around the bud to help you come down from your orgasm.

and when the clenching of your walls finally started to ease up, he rafe slowly slid his fingers out of you as you took short breaths, your heart pounding against your chest. you slowly let go of his hair, and rafe moved up your body. you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, a blissed-out smile on your lips, while his own were covered with your arousal.

"did i do okay?" rafe asked, his cheeks red as he was biting down on his lower lip. you moved your hand to his lips, tugging it from under his teeth, before pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

"you did better than okay." you mumbled against his lips, pressing a small peck on them, "you did amazing, baby. where'd you learn that?"

"i, uh…" he mumbled, "i studied."

you laugh softly, shaking your head, "what, do you mean you watched porn or something?"

"no…" rafe scratched the back of his neck, "i read some articles online."

somehow, as dorky as your boyfriend's answer was; it was also the most endearing thing in the world.

[harrysxcarolina]

sweet lil secrets

b. eilish; don't worry, i won't tell pt 2

pt. 1

warnings: wlw, soft!billie, top!billie, costars, no plot, cussing, smut, fem!reader, slight teasing, flirting, half proof read...

Quickly tying your hair up out of your face as you plop down in your hair and makeup chair glancing up in the mirror seeing yourself for the first time in the last couple hours. Definitely not expecting it to go the way it did. A small smile works its way across your cheeks. Your hair is disheveled and all over the place. Your cheeks are bright pink while your lips are slightly swollen from the scene you just encountered. Your heart is still slightly beating against your chest as your mind replays Billies soft whimpers. You can still feel the pressure of her against your burning skin. Softly tracing your skin with your fingertips as your bottom lip gets captured between your teeth. 

“Please keep touching me.” 

“You feel so fucking good baby.”

The soft knocking against the metal door pulls you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head as you quickly get up and go to open the door. Eyebrows furrowing as you take in the dark haired girl standing bashfully on the other side of the door. Her hands lay at her sides, her fingers gently tapping along her thigh as her hair gently blew in the warm breeze.

“Hi.” You say with a coy smirk. Looking up at you through her lashes she matches your small smile. Whispering a soft hello in return. The sun brightens the blue in her eyes as her cheeks heat up at your stare. Your tongue swipes across your lips as you invite her into your trailer.

“How ya feeling, Eilish?” You ask with a smirk as you plop back down into your chair crossing your legs as you hold your gaze on her. Slightly rocking back and forth on her heels as her hands dig deep into her sweatpants pockets. The sweats are barely hanging on her hips. Her shirt slightly bunched above her waistline showing off her porcelain skin and the tattoo that permanently lays along her lower torso. Her dark locks cascading down her back as her bangs fall her vision. 

Her bottom lip falls between her teeth as she tries desperately to fight back her bashful and slightly embarrassed smile. “Good. Uh-“ Her bottom lip captured between her teeth, eyes dropping down your body before working their way back up to yours, “really good.” She states as she kicks the tip of her shoe along the floor as she reaches up to run her fingers through her hair cheeks heating up at her confession. 

“Good, I’m glad.” You reply as a chuckle leaves your lips. Her fingers fumbling with the rings lining her hands. 

“So what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask motioning for her to take a seat. Taking a deep breath as she makes her way to the little loveseat across from you. Bouncing her leg anxiously as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Trying to find the words to explain what had happened only just moments before. 

“I just wanted to say that I was sorry and that it was very, actually extremely, unprofessional of me.” She states quickly as she clasps her hands together in her lap in hopes that it would seize the butterflies raging in her tummy. Her gaze avoids yours as she taps her foot. The soft taps echoing in the small trailer. The sunlight peeking through the window shining against her blue orbs. Her dark lashes make them brighter each time she blinks as she slowly brings her stare to yours.

“Don’t stress it.” You hum standing up and moving to sit next to her. “I guess it could happen sometimes.” You state with a shrug as her eyes follow you. You don’t miss the way her breath hitches as she notices the very little amount of space between the both of you once you sit down next to her. You can practically feel the heat radiating off her body as her cheeks turn a bright red. A small smirk plays on your lips as you lean a tad bit closer to her. The tension thick in the air as your shoulders barely brush, your free hand reaching up and tucking her loose bangs behind her ear. Her cheeks once again heat up at the intimate touch as the tip of her tongue glides across her lips. A soft chuckle leaves your lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone Billie-“ you whisper as your fingers brush gently across her cheek. Feeling her burning skin beneath your fingertips as she carefully leans into your touch. Her eyes closing as you trace your fingers down her jawline. The pause between you both lingering only for a moment before Billie felt the heat of your breath on her ear as your hands snaked their way around her waist. Slightly tugging her closer to your side. Your fingertips teasing her skin as you trace right above the waistline of her sweatpants. Her head falls back against your shoulders as you slowly slip the tip of your middle finger inside. Tracing her skin feeling the way her breath gets caught as you find the lace of her underwear. Her eyes clenching close as her hand grips the edge of the loveseat. 

Smirking against her neck, “I won’t tell anyone how you lost yourself over my thigh. How you begged me to keep touching you-“ your finger slips under her lace thong finding her clit as the tip of your tongue teased her earlobe. Her hands quickly grip your arm through her pants as her hips buck unintentionally. Holding your hand perfectly still as she fights her chest heaving up and down. Her breathing was harsh and loud in your ear. Her mouth dry as she feels her heart racing against her chest.

“What a beautiful whimpering mess you were Bils-" you whisper as you tilt your head to look down at her. Her body completely fell into you. Head drawn back with her red swollen lip between her teeth trying desperately to fight back the moans wanting to escape. Her dark hair fanning out across your shoulder as her head lays completely against you. The tint of her cheeks rosy and pink as her eyes fight to stay open. Your eyes trace every line, freckle, curve along her face leading you to her lips. god you wanted to kiss her so bad.  

“Tell me, who made you that wet Billie?” You question as you trail your lips along her neck. Your finger slowly but firmly circling her clit. Her hips fighting to buck against your fingers but your arm wrapped around her torso stops her movements, her grip on your wrist tightening as your teeth sink into her neck. Her moans sound like sweet melodies in your ears as your fingers slowly work themselves into her wet folds. Your fingers squeeze her hips as your smirk grows along her neck.

“Who made you such a whimpering mess?” You ask soft and sweet as you capture her earlobe between your teeth. “Holy fucking shit-“ she moans as your words seep into her burning skin. “You. You did. Please-“ Billie begs as she desperately tries to grind up against your fingers. Her free arm encloses around the back of your neck pulling you tighter against her body. Your head now deep in her neck leaving your mark all along her flush skin as her fingers tangle deep into your hair.  

Chuckling, “is that so sweet girl? Who would have thought?” You hum as your fingers tease her folds feeling her wetness seeping through your fingers. You couldn't stop your mind from going wild with all the ways you wanted to continue to make her whimper and moan more.

“Fuck Billie-“ you moan loudly. “You’re so fucking wet already.” Without thinking your hips rut up against her ass at the thought of you being the cause of her being this wet. The fact that you got her off during a scene and it was definitely not scripted was a shock in itself. 

Yeah you guys flirted and teased each other, but you didn’t think it would lead to this. Leading you to being the cause of her whimpering state. Billie had a naturally flirty personality. She unintentionally flirts with everyone. Always making people laugh and welcoming them into the group. It felt natural between the both of you. 

Billie couldn’t take it anymore. Removing you from her grip she quickly spins around, trapping you against the loveseat. Her hand firmly gripping the cushion next to your neck, the other tightly gripping your hip. Pinning you between her and the cushions. Your ragged breaths match as her icy orbs stare down at you. Her thigh sliding its way between yours firmly, pressing it against your aching core. Your eyes roll back as a soft moan leaves your lips, her grip on your hip tightens. Her hips bucking against yours as she lowers herself into your neck. 

“If you grind that pretty little pussy of yours against me again I can’t promise that I won’t fuck you senseless later.” Billie seethed against your neck as you felt her hot breath sliding across your skin leaving goosebumps in its trail. Her teeth graze your skin as she flexes her hips against yours. A deep moan leaves both of you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” She mumbles into your neck. "How long I've wanted to explore every inch of your body. All the long nights on set. All your teasing looks. God, you've been driving me mad." Her words drip down your skin like warm honey as your back arches into her touch.

Your hands reaching up and tangling themselves into her hair. Pulling her flush against your lips as your hips buck up grinding against her throbbing heat. Her hand grips your hips tighter as she works her hips against yours. Lips tangled together as your heads tilt deepening the kiss. Her hand working its way down your body feeling the way you’re reacting to her. Every breath, whimper, every shake and groan. All because of her now. She wanted to devour every inch of you. 

Pulling apart to catch your breath, your chest heaving up against hers. Her forehead lands on your shoulder as her fingers flirt with your waistline. “You were toying with me out there,” she grumbles against your shirt. “With your teasing tone. You soft touches. Your little whimpers.” She whines as she lays a wet kiss along your collarbone. Working her way across the collar of your shirt. Her teeth captured it tugging it signaling she wanted it off. Sitting up and quickly pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor. Your hair falling down your back as she gently pushes you back down. Wasting no time tracing her lips across your cleavage that was being pushed up by your bra. Groaning against your skin as she leaves gentle love bites in her wake before working her way back up.

Her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she lets her hot breath trickle down your skin. Causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Now it’s my turn to play with you.” She moans. Her hands snapping the waistline of your pants against your lower torso. Your head leaning back against the couch as you urge her to take them off arching up into her touch. Gliding the material down your thighs as her eyes follow in their trail. Lip stuck between her teeth as she watches you lift your hips sliding your underwear down shortly after.

Her hands dance their way back up your thighs as her gaze meets yours. Her stare is intimidating as you fight the moans desperately trying to escape your swollen lips. Her grin grows as her fingertips trace the outline of your core. Barely brushing against you leaving you begging for more. Her lips hot on your skin as she kisses her way down your body. Stopping briefly to show appreciation to each one of your breasts before she works her way down your torso. Teeth grazing every so often as she flicks her tongue across your skin. Moaning as the saltiness of your body. Her fingers continue their tease as she taps her fingers lower between your folds. Her moans send vibrations throughout your core as she slowly sinks the tip of her middle finger into your cunt. 

Grasping the baggy shirt dangling in the space between your bodies, your hips rut up into her touch. Mouth hanging open as her head hangs against your shoulder. Her breathing ragged as she feels you quivering under her touch. Her hips gliding across your thigh as she thrust her finger completely inside you. Brushing against your walls deliciously as you rotate your hips trying to spread the friction you were craving. Sliding your hands up under her shirt. Making quick work to unclasp her bra and grope her swaying breasts. Her moans loud and raspy in your ear as you squeeze and toy with her breasts. 

Flirting with her nipples as you twist and pull each one between your fingertips. Losing yourselves in the rhythm of your hips, your lips crashing together. Tongues grazing and teeth pulling each other's lips. Neither one of you is willing to forfeit the battle for dominance. Groaning in each other's mouths as Billie works another finger deep inside you. Twisting and rubbing against all your spots as her thumb works your clit. Grinding your hips harder against her fingers as your hand works its way deep into her locks. A deep raspy groan leaves her lips as you tilt her head up. Breaking up the kiss as you force her to look at you. Her eyes were wild and wide. Her cheeks are a deep red and her lips were a soft pink. Swollen and begging to be kissed as she looks down at you. Your harsh breathing matches as you lick your lips a smirk working its way across your cheeks. 

Her lips are mirroring yours as you softly whimper your request in her ear. Her eyes rolling back as she bucks her hips against yours. Sliding her fingers out and between her lips as she tastes you for the first time. Making sure to not miss a drop as she glides her tongue across and between her soaked fingers. Eyes locking with yours wearing an evil smirk noticing the way her eyes darken as she glides her hand up your torso. Feeling your warm skin beneath her fingertips as she works her hand to unclasp your bra. Removing your bra completely before gripping the hem of her own shirt and tossing it somewhere behind her. Your eyes grow wide as you watch her slowly slide her bra straps the rest of the way down her arms. Her breathing is soft and steady as she reminds you to keep your gaze. Demanding your attention as she slowly slides her sweatpants to the pile. Her fingertips hooking in her lace thong as she sways her hips, wiggling the material down her smooth skin. 

Your request is still on her mind as she slides down off the couch and between your thighs. Her hands gripping softly as she slowly aids them open. Leaning down and brushing her lips against your skin. Teasing you as she glances up at you through her lashes. Her tongue glides across her lips before scattering kisses along your inner thigh. Your back arching off the loveseat as your hands grasp your breast. Squeezing and pulling as you rut your hips up silently reminding her where you wanted her. Her grin grows as she continues taking her time kissing every inch she can reach. Her lips venture closer to where you need her; you feel her fingers squeeze your thigh. Flexing her hand as the cool metal of  her rings leaves a chill shooting down to your core. 

“Billie please!” You whimper and beg as you slouch further into the couch. Arching into her grasp as her lips make their way to your core. Your toes barely reach the floor as you feel her hot breath fanning across your drenched core. Her arms looping around your hips pulling her fuller off the edge. Her tongue peaking out between her swollen lips as it flicks gently across your aching bud. Your nerves were on fire. Every single touch had your body firing electricity from the tips of your toes to the tip of your nose. Her teasing flicks against your aching bud had your hips frantically and shamelessly grinding against her wet talented tongue. She gently squeezed your hip as she finally captured you between her teeth and sucked on you until you swore you saw stars. 

Panting as you aimlessly look for something to grab onto. Reaching one hand down and tangling it deep into her dark locks as you guide her mouth completely against you. Her groans fill the room as she sucks, licks, and nibbles at your core. Working her tongue and fingers perfectly against you as she slides two deep between your folds.

Hitting that sweet spongy spot deep inside you perfectly over and over again as her thrust get deeper and harder. Her tongue and lips sucking your clit as you moan out her name. Whimpering and moaning as you work your hips against her face. Her icy blue eyes staring up at you as her tongue sticks out. Slipping between your folds and swallowing every single last drop you were offering as she watched you get closer to your orgasm. 

Her lip between her teeth as her arm flexes and her grip on your thigh tightens. “Fuck, do you know how good you look right now.” Billie groans as she moves her free hand up your body. Taking her time as she runs it across every inch. Caressing your body as if you were made of glass. Her fingertips dance across your skin as they reach your under boob. Your breath catches. Her fingers continuing their sweet torture inside you as she curls them just right. Your hips rutting against her hand as your hands reach for her neck. Pulling her up and flush against you as her breast rubs up against yours. Breathing heavy in your ear as she quickens her thrust causing your fingers to dig into her skin. 

Your ears ringing as your legs clench around her digits. Her arm sliding up under your back and holding you tighter against her as her lips search for yours. Tangling together in a sweet kiss as you feel your body start to crumble under her. Your hands gently cupping her cheeks as she straddles your thigh. Her fingers never faulting as they cause the familiar tingles to start building deep in your belly. Moaning against her lips as you feel her gentle sway of her hips. 

Her wetness spreads across your thigh causing you to pull apart from the kiss. 

“Shit,” You moan, leaning your head back against the back of the loveseat. “You’re so fucking wet Bils.” You whimper as you thrust your leg up against her dripping core. Her fingers twisting and curling even faster as she feels you clench around her digits. 

“Do I feel good, pretty girl?” Billie groans as her voice drops an octave. Her hot breath fanning against your skin as her lips lay a chaste kiss to your sweaty skin. Nodding your head as a soft whimper escapes your lips. Your hips rotating and grinding against her thigh as her fingers bring you to the brink of your orgasm. 

“I need words ma, tell me who’s making you feel good?” She whines in your ear as her hips grind faster against you. Her breath heaves as she feels your legs clench around her. “You feel so good. Fuck Billie!” You moan as your lips find her neck. Capturing her skin between your teeth as you rut against her faster. Making sure to leave your mark along her neck as you feel yourself climbing higher. Your mind is completely in the clouds as you feel Billie on every surface of you. 

Your breathing harsh against her chest as you feel everything around you get quiet. Your heart racing and your vision blurry as she repeatedly hits your sweet spot. Your toes curling and legs clenching around her as your body finally lets go of the losing battle. Your moans bouncing off the walls of your trailer as your fingers grip and grasp at her naked back. Her groans dance in your ears as her hips rut a final time before her body goes stiff. Her lips heavy on your neck as she nips and sucks your sensitive skin. Her orgasm washes over her like cool water on a hot day. Moaning as she feels your hands slide down to her hips encouraging her to keep her motions against your thigh. Her fingers are still thrusting deep inside you at a steady pace as you both try to ride out your highs. 

With heavy sighs and sore limbs you both rest against each other trying to catch your breaths. Your fingers gently tapping along her hip as she lays featherlight pecks along your jaw. Humming softly as you can’t fight the smirk working its way across your cheeks. A chuckle ripples off Billies chest as she furrows her face deeper in your neck once again trying to her bashfulness. Her cheeks burning up as you gently grip the back of her neck pulling her up out of your neck. Eyes glancing up at her as your smiles match. Her lip held tightly between her teeth as she reached down and brushed her fingertips across your features. Her eyes were bright and excited as neither one of you were ready to burst this unexpected little bubble you were in. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Billie asks with a sneaky mischievous look in her eyes. Your smile only grows as you quickly nod your head yes. Pushing her up off your body as you both begin to dress before you both make your way out of the trailer. Not really sure where this all will lead but you definitely weren’t complaining. Not when you felt her hand gently tug on yours before she slowly interlaced your fingers. Leading you towards her parked car. When the raging fluttering of butterflies overtook your tummy when you felt her fingers gently dancing across your thigh as she drove you both back to the hotel. Your skin burning under her touch as the anticipation grew more than you could bare as she pushed you through the door and onto the bed. Her lips leave a hot trail as she sucks and licks your neck. 

Her smirk is undeniable as she lowers her lips to your ear, “Mm don’t worry pretty girl, I won’t tell anyone either…” 

[p3achyxdoll]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆

Not everyone can afford the obvious immediate surgical interventions (boob jobs, lip fillers, Botox, lipo), so I've decided to focus on things that you could implement instead of injectables and surgery.

Become your best bimbo self!

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈:

❥ Change up your outfits to be more feminine.

❥ Go thrifting for new ones if you don't own any that fit your vision. Or learn how to sew and make your own (my current dream goal.)

❥ Look for more feminine fabrics and colours – or which fit your bimbo aesthetic.

❥ Go with a silhouette that is flattering on you and makes you feel confident. Figure out your body shape to do this.

❥ Learn how to walk in heels.

❥ Accessorize: Bags. Jewellery. Piercings.

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆:

❥ Develop a skincare routine.

❥ Look after your body – moisturize, have uncalloused and soft feet that you take care of, learn lymphatic drainage techniques.

❥ Maintain your hygiene always.

❥ Look after your mental health. Perhaps journal, speak to a professional, or meditate.

❥ Use a guasha for natural face shaping and pampering.

❥ Nourish your body with foods that show you respect it.

❥ Shape your eyebrows. Pluck or wax.

❥ Shave your body hair. Or wax.

❥ Look after your teeth. Whiten them. Floss. Avoid foods and drinks that stain.

𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒊𝒑:

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒖𝒑:

❥ Learn how to do your makeup well and for different occasions.

❥ Putting emphasis on different elements of your face can highlight your femininity and best features. Don't try to hide them. I personally love wearing pink or even purple-toned eye shadows in a smokey look to bring out my greeny eyes.

❥ Learn your face shape and how to work with it.

❥ Femme faces tend to be smaller, softer, and more rounded. Even if you don’t have these features naturally, you can make your face look more feminine through makeup and the right hairstyle for your face. (Know your face shape and then go from there with tips.)

𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔:

❥ Maintain your hair and develop a good haircare routine – use heat protecting spray if you style it with heat, for example.

❥ Incorporate feminine hair accessories like hair bows or bands.

❥ Keep your look simple, clean, and soft.

❥ I get my nails done every three weeks or so, gel nails. But you can be just as feminine with natural or shorter nails. Just make sure they're clean, well kept, and shaped – learning to do your own is super simple.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

❥ Act like the girl you want to become until it becomes your reality. Fake it until you make it.

❥ Work on your mannerisms and inherently feminine body language.

❥ Improve your posture.

❥ Watch etiquette videos, voice and elecution lessons. Avoid cursing and shouting.

❥ Defer to the men, who you trust, when possible.

❥ Socialise and try to lean into your extroverted side. People enjoy the company of those who are at ease with themselves.

❥ Giggle more. Flirt more.

❥ Put your happiest self first when interacting with others. Feminine energy is nurturing and comforting.

❥ Find confidence in the new you. You only get to live one life, so you're already taking more steps than the average person by becoming the authentic and happy you! Take pride in that.

𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆:

❥ Join the gym or find a physical activity you enjoy to ensure you're toned – or if you need to, lose weight. This is also great for your mental health and general wellbeing.

❥ Write down mantras and repeat them every day. These can be bimbo or feminity related. Or they could simply be your goals for the day, week, or year.

❥ Surround yourself with female friendships, feminine women or bimbos like you.

[hrtwayne]

Take my Breath Away || Alexia Putellas [Part Two]

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Physiotherapist!Reader

Summary: Where the girl Alexia kissed at a bar ends up being hired as the new physiotherapist for the Barcelona team.

Note: English is not my first language.

Warning: Suggestive content only

Previous Chapter | Women's Football Masterlist

It was around twelve-fifteen when Y/n left the office at the Training Center, heading toward the cafeteria. The coach had asked her to be available after lunch to evaluate Alexia's knee and the shoulder of one of the girls from the youth team.

With her mind partially distracted, Y/n walked through the corridors of the training center, still getting used to the routine of the soccer environment. Although her focus was on the athletes, she often visited players from other sports after work, maintaining her commitment to caring for the health of Barcelona's teams.

As soon as she reached the main entrance to the field, her eyes caught a scene that made her slow her pace: Alexia was sitting near the goalpost, her arms resting on her knees, and she seemed distracted, staring at a distant point on the horizon. Beside her, Vicky was gesturing animatedly, clearly talking about something that, at least for a moment, seemed to hold her teammate's attention.

"Doctor, you finally showed up!" Vicky exclaimed, interrupting her conversation and waving at Y/n with an amused smile.

"The coach said you needed me," Y/n replied, a slight smile on her lips as she analyzed both of them with her usual clinical gaze. "Did something happen?"

"Nothing serious, just a routine check," Vicky explained, walking toward the chair near the field.Y/n crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, showing she wasn't entirely buying the answer.

Y/n crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, showing she wasn't entirely buying the answer.

"You're keeping up with the follow-ups properly, right? I don't want one of my best athletes injured due to misconduct or laziness."

Vicky let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

"Always, doctor. Don't worry."

Y/n approached and began lightly massaging Vicky's shoulder, feeling the tension accumulated there.

"Just avoid overexerting yourself in these first few days. We'll start a more intense routine later. But for now, rest."

With an obedient nod, Vicky sat back down, while Y/n turned her gaze to Alexia, who now wore a more serious expression.

"And you, captain? Same knee pain?"

"Yes, the same discomfort as before," Alexia replied, adjusting her posture on the goalpost.

Y/n took a few steps closer, stopping in front of the athlete.

"You should take it easier during training. You could end up with a serious injury if you keep pushing like this."

"It's hard to take it easy when there are important games so close," Alexia countered, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Tomorrow, stop by the sports doctor's office and talk about the pain. Before that, come to my office so I can give you a full report on your case. I want to make sure we're aligned on what needs to be done."

"Alright, doctor," Alexia nodded, trying to ignore the attraction she felt whenever Y/n got close, especially when the woman took on that commanding tone that was so characteristic of her.

After a long day, Y/n was in her apartment, wearing a comfortable shirt and her hair down, finally feeling the relief of being out of the clinical environment. The physiotherapist had barely turned on the TV when she heard the unexpected sound of the doorbell.

When she opened the door, she was surprised to find Alexia there, holding a bottle of wine and with an indecipherable expression.

"Alexia? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to go out with the girls?"

"Dinner was literally an excuse to see you outside of work," Alexia admitted, a bit awkwardly but with determination in her eyes. "But if I'm bothering you, I can leave."

Y/n stared at her for a moment before stepping aside to let her in.

"You're not going to bother me."

Alexia smiled, entering the apartment and handing the bottle of wine to the physiotherapist.

"I brought wine," she commented, handing the bottle over.Alexia let her eyes wander freely over the body of the woman in front of her, feeling a burning sensation in her stomach.

"You know, you should stop staring at me and just kiss me already," Y/n said, making Alexia widen her eyes in surprise.

After a brief hesitation, Alexia moved closer to Y/n, and before she could restrain herself, their lips met in a hungry kiss, filled with repressed desire from the days that had followed their first kiss.

Alexia felt Y/n's hand slide around her waist, firm and decisive, while she herself explored the physiotherapist's body, absorbing the warmth of her soft skin. The beats of her heart seemed to sync with the heat radiating from Y/n's body.

The kiss was a perfect mix of desire and repressed excitement. Alexia's fingers tangled in Y/n's hair as the physiotherapist pushed her toward the wooden table nearby, eventually sitting her down on it. Y/n's hands wrapped around the athlete's waist, holding her tightly.

Y/n was the first to pull away, her lips wandering down Alexia's neck, leaving small kisses that made the woman's skin tingle.

"I thought you wouldn't make a move," Alexia said, her voice still hoarse.

"And I had to take the lead for the second time, Putellas," Y/n replied, kissing the player's jaw.

As Alexia adjusted herself on the wooden counter, still absorbing the warmth of the physiotherapist's kisses, the two exchanged glances that spoke more than any words could express. It was as if the entire environment around them disappeared, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths and the uncontrollable attraction consuming them.

Y/n, always so methodical and reserved in her profession, allowed herself to be carried away by the spontaneity and passion that Alexia ignited in her. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a rediscovery—a new territory to explore and appreciate.

"This wasn't exactly how I planned this night," Alexia murmured, a playful smile on her lips as her hands slid down Y/n's neck.

"And how did you plan it?" Y/n teased, her voice low and husky, as she brushed the blonde hair away to kiss the curve of Alexia's shoulder.

"Something more... restrained. But I guess with you, that's impossible."

The laugh that escaped Y/n's lips was as genuine as the warmth radiating between them.

The night continued with the wine practically forgotten on the table beside them, as both gave in to the connection that had been growing over the past few days. When they finally slowed down, lying on the living room couch with the lights dimmed, Y/n played with strands of Alexia's hair, who rested her head on Y/n's lap.

"I knew you were intense at work, but I didn't know it applied to... other contexts," Alexia whispered, provocatively.

"You have no idea, captain," Y/n replied, smiling.

And in that moment, Y/n wished Alexia would take her breath away more often.

[thjsrots]

Can I ask for a counselor!Sevika and reader with social anxiety? And Sevika has to attend those fancy "parties" of the Council, and there are so many people there, the reader feels uncomfortable (she doesn't cry, but almost), and Sevika notices and takes her out of there and comforts her? Sorry if this is confusing, I'm writing this in the middle of the night and a little sleepy!! Thanks (And forgive me if I wrote something wrong, English isn't really my first language...)

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i love me some sappy sevika. here u go!!! hope its okay! <3 (also don’t sue me i couldnt find a good maroon button up pic. i’m sorry. luv u.)

never really alone

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ sevika x reader fluff

It was nighttime, the moon gleamed down on you as you looked perfect. Your hair was styled, had on the most beautiful gown that Sevika picked out just for you, and your makeup was flawless. Everything about you was perfect. Except, you didn’t feel perfect. You felt the dress synching your waist in, making it hard to breathe. Your hair and face felt heavy, and the unnecessarily tall heels pinched your feet. But alas, you were doing this for your wife, so none of that mattered to you. You’d be able to suck it up just this one night for her, just for this one party.

The two of you walked in through the large doors, hand in hand. The immediate buzzing sound of people chattering, drinks pouring, and fancy music hit you like a truck. You gulped, squeezing Sevika’s hand, looking over at her. She looked straight ahead, eyebrows furrowed (per usual; she has a resting bitch face), maroon button up blouse semi tucked into her black slacks, belt buckle shining in the light. You could feel your cheeks flush underneath all the foundation as you stared, admiring but also trying to find comfort in her face. She looked over at you, eyebrows immediately relaxing, giving you a small smile.

“You ready, princess?” She asked, squeezing your hand back. A little sign to show that she had you, no matter what. You felt your tense body loosen up a bit, breathing out deeply, and nodding.

“Yes,” You started, smiling back. “I-I’m ready.” You pushed those words out of your mouth the best you could. Of course you weren’t ready. If it were up to you, the two of you would be at home, snuggled up watching a movie. Before you could even second guess your answer, she began to walk forward, leading you into the drowning sound. You followed behind her, of course. Those stupid heels were already hurting, so it definitely took you a second to catch up.

You knew Sevika didn’t necessarily enjoy these parties, but she had to show up and put on a face as best she could (which… was never really her best, you could tell she hated it). So you knew you probably wouldn’t be there long. All you had to do was suck it up and push the anxiety down as best you could for an hour or two.

Right?

As you were caught up in your own thoughts, you felt Sevika’s grip loosen and let go from your hand, making you snap back to reality. Your head snapped up, eyes darting towards her.

“Sevika! Glad you could make it,” Someone (of importance, you assumed) said, leading her away. You didn’t care much about seeing their face, your eyes stayed glued on Sevika. “There’s some people here who want to meet you. Follow me?”

She looked back at you, almost like she was asking for permission without actually asking. You couldn’t possibly hold her back from this, doing her job. So you forced the best smile you could, nodding. “Go ahead, darling. I’ll be here.”

She sighed annoyingly at the request, but smiled back at you. “Thank you. I’ll keep my eye on you, don’t stray too far. Okay?” She said before turning around and walking away. You watched her until she got lost in the crowds, leaving you by yourself. Your breath hitched once you lost sight of her, fingers twiddling as the panic began to settle in. You shook your head around, trying your best to push the feeling down.

I’m a grown being, I can do this. I can totally do this. You thought to yourself, trying to fake it till you make it. With the bit of courage you had, you made your way to the bar area, grabbing one of the drinks that were being given out. You sipped on it, face immediately twisting up. The alcohol tasted bitter, the cranberry juice doing absolutely nothing to mask the flavor, making it hard to swallow. You gulped it down as best you could anyway. You figured maybe getting a little buzz might cool the anxiety down, I mean, it didn’t hurt to try.

…So you picked up another drink after forcing down the first. You walked around, exploring the place, which was huge. I mean, truly, there was no ending to it. Halls after halls, multiple doors, stairs that led to Gods knows where. It seemed like you were doing fine. You were almost confident in yourself, dress shimmering, hair shiny, lashes batting.

Until… a group of women began to walk towards you. You stood there at first, trying to look nonchalant. I mean, no way they were coming to you. Right? Wrong.

“Hey! You’re Sevika’s wife, aren’t you?” One of them questioned, eyes gleaming as she stared. “Wow, what a beauty. She’s certainly lucky, isn’t she?” All of them giggled, touching your hair and dress. You felt it creeping up again, that same feeling that was always lingering in the pit of your stomach.

You cracked a smile anyway, hesitating before responding. “Y-Yeah, I’m her wife. Thank you. I should go find her, actually.” Was the best you could do. You figured you were coming off as rude, but these ladies did not catch the hint.

“What? Going so soon! Tell us more about her, she’s such a drag to work with usually. How could her cranky self wife up someone like you?” Another of them commented, their giggles turning into loud laughter. You could tell this was drunken banter, but that didn’t seem to help you at all. The feeling began to grow bigger, heavier, pushing down on your chest. It slowly became hard to breathe as their words overlapped, molding into something you couldn’t understand. Your chest was rising and falling too fast, so fast you couldn’t keep up. Your hands gripped on the cup, squeezing hard, shaking as they continued. How could they possibly not catch the hint? You regretted telling Sevika yes. Yes to joining her, yes to walking in, yes to letting her go join the others. You felt your eyes begin to water, hot tears beginning to build up, begging for their release. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, totally fucking path-

“Ladies,” Sevika’s husky voice broke your internal battle. The women immediately peaked over your head, looking at her as she stood behind you. She grabbed onto your waist, pulling you in. “Looks like you’ve bothered my wife enough. It’s about time you get going.” She said, voice stern and low. They smiled awkwardly, nodding and agreeing as they walked away, mumbling not so nice things under their breaths.

You felt Sevika grip onto your hand, leading you outside to the balcony, closing the doors behind you. She immediately wrapped her arms around you, making you spill your drink along the tile floor as you held onto her, face nuzzling in her neck. Although she was squeezing a little, you felt like you could finally breathe. Her hand ran down your back, then up again, rubbing it slowly.

“I’m sorry I left you alone, princess. Are you okay?” She said as she pulled away, cupping your face in her hands, her grey eyes full of worry. You held onto her hands as did so, resting your head against them. The anxiety began to melt away as you stared into her eyes, felt her skin against yours, her scent wrapping around you. This was your safe place.

“I’m okay,” You said, eyes closing, taking it all in. “I’m sorry I freaked out. Did I ruin it for you?”

“Of course not, I get whatever I want around here. So, my work for tonight is done.” She said, scoffing a bit.

Your eyes opened, immediately raising an eyebrow at her, giggling at her sassy remark. “Is that so?”

“It is so, and you know what it is I want now?” She asked, leaning closer into your face.

You giggled. “What does her highness want now, hm?”

She suddenly grabbed your waist, pulled you in, then kissed you. It was a soft and slow kiss, taking the time to feel her lips melting into yours. This was heaven, you were sure of it. Her soft and salty lips, gentle yet secure hands holding you, her care for you. She was your heaven. She pulled away, smiling softly, staring into your eyes. “I want us to go home and have the night to ourselves.” The moonlight hit her face just right. Her eyes glistened as she looked at you, skin glowing, and muscles showed through her shirt.

Your heart fluttered, ears reddening up a bit. Gods, you were so in love with her. The corners of your mouth lifted up into a toothy smile, one that Sevika absolutely adored. “I’d love that, Vika.” You said, pushing her hair back to get a better look of her face in that moment. You wanted to remember this, have this memory of her forever.

She grabbed onto your hand, kissing it softly, then looked back down to you. “By the way, alcohol is horrible for anxiety.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden comment. “How… did you know?” You questioned, blinking quickly.

“I tasted it all in your mouth, babe.” She started as she began to lead you back inside. “Plus, I had my eye on you the entire time, you were never really alone. I’d never do that to you.”

You blushed, smiling at her comment as the two of you walked back inside. She wasn’t usually this sappy, but when she was, you ate it up. You’d definitely bring up how hot her need to always protect you was later. She quickly said her goodbyes, brushing off the small talks, then led you outside the giant doors you had came in from. You couldn’t help but stare at her lovingly the entire time, wanting nothing more than to kiss her over and over. Maybe do even a little more than that, but you’d save that for the bedroom.

[blazinbeautywrites]

Behind the Scenes

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: Whew I'm a lil rusty and this is my first time writing for Aaron so please bare with me.

Summary: Aaron has fallen for his co-star and has a feeling she wants him to. A night out with his favorite girl reveals just how much tension has been built up between them.

Length: 2,498 words

Genre: Fluff (kinda), smut

Aaron was irritated. His car was late, a bird shit on him, and to top it all off, he had to drop out of a role he really wanted due to a scheduling conflict. But all these little inconveniences dissipated once he heard her laughter. Kiki Davis. His beautiful and talented co-star whom he had a little crush on. When they first met she was so warm and welcoming and he immediately felt comfortable in her presence. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her energy was quite the contrast to the dark, gory horror film they were starring in together. He began making his way to hair and makeup when he heard her sweet voice.

“Okay I see you buff daddy all big and shit in ya lil suit.” Kiki said, smiling big trying to hold back her laughter.

“Girl you play too much but you look good your damn self, spin around for me real quick.” Aaron said, staring down at her shorter frame. Kiki raised her eyebrow at his boldness. Usually he would give her a cute laugh and blush a bit but she enjoyed this more confident version of him. Doing as he asked, she began spinning, showing off her beautiful figure in her cute little dress. He couldn't help staring at her ass and the way it sat up so nice. All he wanted to do was lift her dress up and spank her. Kiki noticed the way he was looking at her and gave him a wide smile. She moved closer to him and as she felt her nipples slightly graze his chest she scaled her eyes from his wide chest, neck, lips, and finally his beautiful eyes.

“You know, if you wanted to see my ass, all you had to do was ask.” And with a wink and a smile she was gone, whisked back to hair and makeup. Aaron was stuck. His own assistant ushered him to his waiting room. He had no idea how the hell he was going to make it through this press junket.

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“It was the craziest thing I'd ever seen. The way they just kept slipping and sliding, it was never ending.” Kiki laughed as she recounted watching the stunt people coordinate a chase scene on set while having to run on a bloody floor. Aaron was so enamored with her he completely missed the interviewer asking him the same question.

“Aaron? You okay my man?” The interviewer laughed, causing the audience to giggle.

“Yeah, you okay Aaron?” Kiki teased. Aaron had to recover fast so he said the first thing that came to mind.

“Ummmm, I actually loved Kiki's fight scene. I feel like she gave it her all and it was nice watching how she mixed her karate and boxing training. It was really cool to watch her in her element.” Aaron said as he looked at Kiki and smiled. Kiki winked at him and that sent a shiver down his back.

“Of course you'd pick one of my scenes as your favorite. I expect nothing less from the man who's madly in love with me.” Kiki joked. The whole audience “ooooohed” and laughed at that. Aaron looked Kiki dead in the eyes, not backing down.

“And so what if I am? What then?” Aaron challenged. Kiki's smile dropped, expecting him to go shy or laugh off her flirting like he always does. She was not prepared for him to flirt back. Oh the stakes have definitely been raised.

“Oh Aaron. Trust me baby, you don’t want this smoke.” Kiki said. Aaron still wasn’t backing down.

“Kiki, Kiki, Kiki………..I want all the smoke.” He replied. The audience erupted in chaos after he said that. Aaron and Kiki stared each other down with a pure, intense lust.

“Is it me or is it getting hot in here?” The interviewer asks, earning some laughs from the audience. The interview continues with a little more light flirting and more on set anecdotes from Aaron and Kiki.  Once the interview was done, their assistants came to bring them backstage. Before Kiki can enter her dressing room, she turns to Aaron, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Sooooo some of us are going to the Moonlight Lounge. You wanna come?” Kiki asks.

“I’d love to. I have to stop home first but I’ll meet you all there.” Aaron said. Kiki watched him walk away and she knew she was in trouble. She also knew that she would definitely have a piece or at least a taste of that fine ass man, tonight.

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The Moonlight Lounge 9:02 pm

Some of the cast and crew were already a bit tipsy by the time Aaron arrived. He was amused seeing them all let their guard down. He saw Kiki and their other costar, Vanessa Leon, sitting by themselves talking and laughing. Vanessa saw Aaron before Kiki did and smirked whole making eye contact with him.

“And looked what the cat dragged in. Hey handsome.” Vanessa flirted, making Aaron smile.

“Hey V, see you've had a few drinks already.” Aaron chuckled. 

“Boy I've only had like 3 of these weak ass cocktails.” Vanessa said. Judging by her hiccups, he could tell that they were getting to her. After damn near falling over she excused herself to the restroom.

Aaron took a look at Kiki and almost lost his cool when they made eye contact. He appreciated the way her dress accentuated her curves and breasts. He could just imagine sucking on them while she rode him. 

“There you go staring off into space again. What's on your mind, pretty eyes?” Kiki asked.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how much I enjoyed working with you this past summer.” Aaron spoke. Kiki’s eyebrow rose and she gave him a wide smile.

"Awww I really enjoyed working with you too. You wanna get out of here? I’m kind of over this and I’m ready to take this dress off.” Kiki said. Aaron gave her a devilish smile and helped her to her feet. Just as they were about to walk out of the door, they saw Vanessa coming from the bathroom.

“Leaving so soon yall?” She asked.

“Yeah and maybe you should be heading out soon too V?” Kiki said.

“Oh girl I already called my man to come take my ass home.  I don’t know why I thought I could hang. I am not in my 20s anymore. But yall get home safe.” Vanessa replied.

After saying their goodbyes, Aaron led Kiki to his car. He opened his passenger door and helped her secure her seatbelt before getting in himself. He let her put her address in his navigation system and they headed to her house. After a 20 minute drive filled with sexual tension and light conversation, they’d arrived at her beautiful, secluded Los Angeles home. Aaron parked and quickly got out to open her car door. Kiki thanked him and began walking towards her gate, punching in the code. After opening her front door, Kiki let out a sigh of relief and took off her heels. Aaron followed suit, taking off his own shoes. He watched as she sashayed to her kitchen to grab them something to drink. He was so entranced by her ass that he didn’t hear her ask what he wanted to drink. 

“Aaron?” Kiki called out confused. He snapped out of it at the sound of her voice and made his way into the kitchen. He looked in her fridge and saw she had a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. He grabbed it and let her direct him to her glass cabinet and he poured them each a glass. They stood in a comfortable silence and just stared each other down. Kiki had some wild ass thoughts floating in her head that made her giggle. She took a sip and relished in the sweet taste of the cool wine. Aaron raised a brown, intrigued by her little outburst. He moved closer to her, stopping just short of her smaller stature.

“And what’s so funny Ms. Davis? He teased. He invaded her personal space, once again admiring her dress and how it clung to her gorgeous figure. He moved a piece of her hair out of her face with his finger then slowly trailed his finger down her arm. 

Kiki was stuck. All she could do was stare at him wordlessly. She got lost in his eyes and before she realized what she was doing, she’d kissed him. She pulled back quickly, embarrassed she’d let herself lose control like that.

“Shit I’m so sor-.” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as Aaron pulled her against him and kissed her back. Kiki gasped out of shock and Aaron used that opportunity to introduce his tongue to hers. Kiki was tonguing him down and he loved how sloppy it was. He tested the waters and slid his hand down to her ass, giving it a light squeeze. Kiki moaned into the kiss, spurring him on. He now had both hands on her ass and was rubbing and squeezing her to his heart's content.

“See this ass right here....it's gon get you in trouble.” Aaron spoke against her lips. Without warning he slapped both of her cheeks so hard, she just knew that he’d leave marks.

“Hmmm do it again.” Kiki purred. Aaron was happy to oblige. He gave her what she wanted and Kiki almost collapsed into his arms. She was in a state of euphoria. Aaron realized he’d accidentally unveiled one of her kinks. He would definitely be using it to his advantage. “So you like to be spanked? Hmmmm.” Aaron playfully taunted. He was in heaven. He’d finally got to see what Ms. Kiki Davis was about and he was more than ready to show her what the fuck he was about. He picked her up and sat her on her kitchen island, careful not to knock over their forgotten glasses of wine. Kiki’s was burning up on the inside. This man had her feral as hell and she couldn’t wait to rip his clothes off. Aaron was just as needy and wasted no time in pulling down the front of her dress.

“Mmmm, imma enjoy these.” He said as he latched onto her left nipple. He played with her right as he flicked his tongue against her warm flesh. Her moans were music to his ears and he loved knowing it was him that had her feeling this way.

“Yeessssss fuck babyyyyyy.” Kiki moaned. She’d never had an orgasm from nipple stimulation but there’s a first time for everything. Aaron switched sides and gave her right nipple the same treatment as the left. Once he’d had his feel, he pulled back and gave her a once over.

“You really are fucking beautiful. I’m glad I finally got you alone.” He said as he dragged his hands down to her ankles and brought them up onto the counter. He held one leg in his hand and admired her pretty lavender painted toes. She felt like he was staring into her soul as he picked up her foot and planted soft kisses on her ankle. Without warning, Kiki felt a warm, wet sensation and watch as Aaron’s tongue swirled around her big toe. He moaned and she almost came right then and there. She was enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her so much that she hadn’t noticed that he’d raised her dress up a bit and was slipping his pointer finger in her underwear.

“Oh my fucking god.” Kiki whined as Aaron’s finger circled her clit. His movements were slow and calculated as he continued to suck on her toe. The dueling sensations had Kiki feeling like she was floating on a cloud. He added his middle finger to the mix and she began grinding up against him.

“Fuck you’re so damn wet. I can hear that pussy talking to me. I bet she tastes even better than she feels.” He praised. He pulled his fingers from her underwear and put them in his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored her taste. He dipped his fingers into her entrance and collected some of her juices. He brought his fingers to her mouth and watched as she licked her own essence from her fingers. He kissed her once more and as they kissed, Kiki could taste herself on his tongue. Aaron took his spit and cum covered fingers and circled them around her nippled. He sucked her nipple back into his mouth and cleaned up his mess. He gently nudged her backwards so she could lay down on the counter. She spread her legs and felt a cool breeze on her soaked underwear. Aaron effortlessly lifted her up and slid off her underwear. He wasted no time diving into her pussy. He licked a long stripe up her center and began eating her out like a starved neanderthal.

Kiki grabbed his head and grinded against his lips, chasing her orgasm. He was breaking her down in the best way and she couldn’t get enough.

“Right there right there right there-OH FUUUUCK.” Kiki screamed. Aaron moved back and watched as she squirted. He leaned down and caught some of her juices, drinking from her as if she was his personal water fountain. He watched as she made a mess all over her kitchen, smiling smugly at his handiwork. He rubbed her thighs, helping her come down from her high. Kiki was shook. That was one of her most powerful orgasms ever and it was all because of her fine ass co-star. 

“You good Ms. Davis?” Aaron asked her, still smiling at her.

“Nigga wipe that smug ass smile off you face and help me down.” Kiki said, amused that he was so impressed with himself. After being placed on the floor, she walked to her hall closet, grabbing a big towel to clean up her mess off of her island. She knew she’d have to deep clean but tonight was not the night for that. While she cleaned up the floor, Aaron grabbed her from behind, and held her against his body.

“You know I’m not done with you right?” He whispered into her ear. She smiled and turned around in his arms. She gave him a quick kiss then pulled him towards her living room.

“Oh I know. Now go sit down so I can eat that dick up.” Kiki commanded. Aaron obeyed her and sat down on her sofa and watched as she crawled to him, stopping just short of his legs. He could just tell that she’d devour him and he was prepared to go all night with her.

He finally got his leading lady.

[247-diaperboy]

The Change

“There’s no need to be upset, big guy. Accidents happen, that’s why you’re wearing diapers in the first place. I told you about this when you agreed to move in.” He said consoling the distressed boy, rubbing his back slowly in a circular motion. “Now let’s get you undressed and your diaper changed and you can go back to your PlayStation. How does that sound, eh?”

“Ok, Mark.” The youngster said as is overall were being unbuttoned.

“You want to try that again, big guy?” Mark asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Daddy.” Sam said looking at the carpet.

“That’s better. Good boy.” He said gently pressing the boy on his shoulder, gesturing the boy to lie on the changing table.

Sam sometimes felt that he was having an out of body experience. What the hell was he doing? He’d seen the house before he moved in. He was shown the room he would be sleeping in. The crib, the plushies, the diapers.

“I know it sounds counterintuitive,” Mark explained “but boys are easier to look after if they’re kept in diapers. You don’t need to worry about anything. I promise I’ll take great care of you if you would like to stay here.” Mark smiled.

Sam thought the smile was genuine and there was no malice in anything Mark did: bathing him, dressing him, his favourite thing of late was after PJs on and cuddling up on the sofa watching a show or two before being tucked in, rails up, nightlight on. He just wished he thought through the fact that “diaper day and night” meant just that.

Diaper pried open exposing the boy’s hairless genitals to the cool air.

“My lord, someone’s made a blow out.” Sam turned crimson. There was no need to having a running commentary on the state of his diapers Sam thought.

Mark dutifully cleaned the boy throughly. He saw that Sam was staring at a fix point on the ceiling. Mark smiled to himself. They always do that.

“There we go, a nice clean thick diaper.” Mark announced.

He gently took the boy by his hands and tugged him as the boy sat up, the sound of crinkling plastic filled the air. Mark took one look at the boy, smiled and ran a finger down the length of his boy’s nose.

“You’re cute when you pout.” He said ruffling the boy’s hair “C’mon let’s get you back downstairs. He gestured to the boy to wrap his legs around his waist.

It was clear to Sam that he was going to be carried downstairs, he considered asking about whether his overalls were going back on but thought he would just be wasting his breath. Just a diapers and T-shirts was Sam’s default outfit it seemed.

Securely wrapped around the man, Mark took one hand patted Sam’s padded butt making a dull thud sound. He kissed the boy’s cheek and told him he was a good boy again.

Sam buried his head into the man neck. Sam liked the way Mark smelt, it was the reason he enjoyed cuddle time. “He smells so fucking… manly.” Sam thought. His pointed down dick throbbing against the thick padding. Yes, clean and manly. Musky, Sam thought although he was quite sure what a musky smell was. It was a stark contrast to himself which was now mainly smelt like baby shampoo and powder.

Downstairs in front of a paused game Sam unwrapped himself and was lowered gently. Mark wasn’t going to unhook the boy’s underarms until he was going to be firmly on his feet.

Sam returned to the floor sat cross legged and picked up the controller. A pacifier, a bottle of juice and Monty the Tiger by his side.

Mark sat on the corner sofa behind Sam, he idly picked up his phone and checked the time. It was getting late in the day and dinner doesn’t make itself.

He watched Sam play for a bit and eventually stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He took one last look at his boy, hacking and slashing away.

It as only day three, still very much in the honeymoon period. He hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about wanting to wear his regular underwear, they always do, arguing that there a man and not a baby they always do that but that’s quickly resolved by a trip over his knee resulting in a dark red burning bottom and a boy crying, pleading to behave. Mark didn’t like doing but it’s important for his boy to know his place.

“I’m going to make dinner now, big guy. How does burgers sound?”

“Yeah daddy, that’s sounds fine.” He said not taking his attention away from the screen.

Mark beamed as he walked out. The first time Sam said that without prompting.

It was early days, but Mark was sure this time he’d found a keeper.

[mrs-starkgaryen]

Maggie I'm sorry I didn't write this essay, as you know I was not impressed with how the last chapter went 😭😂

Me as I read chapter 5:

This is a long one so get comfy, have a drink and listen- 📖

1. When Baela wanders out of the bathroom in a fuzzy purple robe and a gale of steam, she finds you dressed in your grey work uniform and sprinkling a packet of flower food you got from the Rite Aid down the street into the vase of sunflowers. You are smiling to yourself; you can’t seem to stop.

A) she just sounds as if she's on an advert for something 😫 or modelling on the cat walk, amongst the smoke machines. Like effortlessly cool, you what I mean?

B) like she's always model ready and glam. Like she's always camera ready 📷📸

C) whereas sunshine is in grey and buying things from a cheap shop (I presume?)

D) aw she's cock drunk in love, cute

2. “Heyyyyy!” Baela says, slow and salacious, hoping for interesting stories. You very rarely have any to share. “How’d the Maroon 5 shoot go? Not so bad, right?”

A) I'm getting vibes from B, she sounds okay sometimes but totally fake the other times- Hollywood baby, gotta be careful who u trust

B) and it went absolutely great

3. “It was good.” You rearrange the sunflowers, pruning any leaves that have begun to wilt. Daylight streams in through the windows; outside you can see power lines, palm trees, a shopping center featuring—among other things—a Starbucks, World Star Vape, and Carl’s Jr.

A) Sunshine is trying to keep a dying thing alive- like her dreams? Her need to be constantly happy? Her ‘cursed’ relationship with Aegon?

B) Everything Is sunny & happy & lively … for now

C) 3 places with addicting things or quick fixes… like a certain relationship? For both parties?

4. “And you survived the bathtub thing, I see.” Her tone implies that you were ridiculous to ever fear you wouldn’t, childish, ignorant, histrionic.

A) How condescending

B) Some people are different and Sunshine shouldn't have to go through that to get famous

C) It's sad to think some actors/actresses would have had to

5. “What?” She reaches into the refrigerator and removes a plastic bowl full of raspberries, sets it down on the kitchen counter, eats absentmindedly as she stares at you. “Really? Why not?”

A) What a healthy choice

B) is She just programmed To eat healthy like for HW aesthetic? (Couldnt be me)

C) Rather have doughnuts

6. You shrug, a little shy but desperately wanting to tell somebody, because that will make it real. Blood burns in your face. “Aegon saved me.”

A) Don't tell B

B) Aw Sunshine is so cute, she thinks of Aegon as her Prince or Knight in shining armour

C) But will he just remove the helmet and show that hes not the hero she thought he was

7. Baela’s eyes narrow and her brow crinkles. You find yourself—as you often do—casually in awe of the smoothness of her skin, the perfect arches of her eyebrows, her expressiveness that is never inelegant. She chews her raspberries very slowly. “Seriously?”

A) She always seem perfect, HW ready

B) Drop the skincare Routine girl

C) Shes angry chewing 😭

8. Her jaw drops open; there’s berry juice on her teeth like blood. “How? Where?!”

A) She Sounds like a predator animal with Sunshine in her sights

B) More untrustworthy vibes

C) I reckon she might screw Sunshine over by telling the tabloids about her Relationship with Aegon, to level uo her career. Or does it out of anger when ss gets more famous than her? Sabotage?

D) pretends to be a friend but is a villain in the end, like Scream

9. “No, remember, he’s not married. He’s just engaged.”

A) Yeah!😠…😶… yeah🫠…

B) I love you SS, but that's not the hair that we should be splitting…

10. “It’s the same thing!” Baela exclaims, and she has completely forgotten about her raspberries. “You’re a cheater, how does that make you feel?”

A) Can't argue with B on this, still bad

B) Lets be a bit nicer to SS please, she's just a baby (but she does need telling)

11. You shake your head; she doesn’t understand. “I know it sounds bad, but when I’m with Aegon…he’s just so…he’s so protective and he’s smart and he’s brave and he actually believes in me, he’s the only person who doesn’t think I’m hopeless and delusional, and he’s always trying to help me, and there’s something about when we’re together that just feels…magical!”

A) Girl, SS, write some fanfic, geez 😅

B) She in love love

C) She in love love (like me)

D) Also me when I try to excuse men's behaviours on dating sites 🙄

12. “Of course it’s magical!” Baela bursts out, and now Jace is peeking blearily out of her bedroom, his dark curls in disarray. “He’s a fuckboy, that’s what they do! He gives you some otherworldly encapsulated experience that leaves you dickmatized but it’s not real, because then he goes home and he does the same thing with his soon-to-be-wife, and then the next day he’s probably hooking up with some other impressionable starstruck client, and you’re standing here thinking you have something special with him when he’s already onto the next girl!”

A) You've woken the baby (Jace), B

B) Dickmatized- don't we all want that to be that

C) So… weird thought but has something Like that happened to B with a manager or dare I say it, Aegon?

D) Or does she know him better than we think?

13. You can’t imagine that being true, and yet you wonder without wanting to: why did he have condoms in his desk drawer? “I don’t think he’s happy with Becca.”

A) i asked about the condoms!! It was sus

B) Me with all my celebrity crushes- “I don't think he's happy with [ ]

C) also what condoms does he use? 👀

14. You look down at your shoes, uninspired white Skechers for work, ashamed. “I guess not.”

A) Woah I wear white sketchers Mags

B) They're comfy lol

15. “Who talks shit about Jace?” Jace asks from the doorway of her bedroom.

A) poor Jace

B) But also maggie does- I've seen what she does to your in fanfics… 👀

16. “—They say he’s a hobosexual and lazy and jobless and whatever, but that man is loyal, he doesn’t even look at other women, and I wouldn’t trade him for anybody. Because apparently it’s extremely fucking rare to find someone who won’t get naked for the first stranger who promises to make all their wildest dreams come true.”

A) Jace just standing there like-

B) It's okay Jace, I know you're better than that (Im actually looking forward to your future fic)

17. .. you remember years ago finding the emails between your father and that hospital intern, and you marvel at how easy it is to fixate on one star and lose sight of the constellation.

A) The last line 😘👌

B) We all make mistakes but she's only done it the once… but will it stay like that? 👀

C) It's easy to judge until you're in that position..

18. Baela tosses the empty plastic bowl into the kitchen sink—it rattles harshly there—and casts you a hard glare as she stalks towards her bedroom in her purple bathrobe. “I am so disappointed in you.”

A) Plastic, plastic, plastic- v much like HW

B) Easy to throw away… Careless of what she does and who she hurts (my tabloid theory)

C) Alright mum sheesh

19. Baela stops and turns around, and now her face is all pity, like you’re too pathetic to stay mad at, like you aren’t cognizant enough to be held responsible. “Yeah. We’re still going to see the fireworks.”

A) Me with my dog, can't stay mad at my baby

20. “Jace can stay here when I’m in Paris, right?” Baela asks. “He swears he’ll vacuum and take the garbage out and stuff. And you know he won’t fill up the sink with dirty dishes, he basically only eats takeout.”

A) Oh so he is capable of looking after himself..

B) SS please make him a proper meal, he needs nutrition

C) I hope SS and Jace bond whilst B ain't there, like best besties but will that only upset Aegon more if he finds out?

21. All afternoon as you are bent low scraping scoops of ice cream out of the freezer and mashing in mix-ins on the chilled countertop, each time the glass door opens and the string of bells jangle you look up to see if it’s Aegon, because maybe he’s found you another job or maybe he just misses you, and he’s daydreaming of you now in the sweltering sunshine that rains down golden and cloudless. But your only customers are strangers: flocks of influencers in yoga pants who pick at Like It-sized sorbets, flustered mothers trying to relay their lisping children’s orders, giggling couples on dates who you love watching, the way their eyes are alight and their fingers forever ache to intertwine.

A) Even as she's in hell at work, her Salve is Aegon (even if he dont show up)

B) Aw she misses Aegon (me too)

C) I hate couples too gorl, how dare they be happy, rubbing it in our faces

22. … your breathing still labored from the hike and guzzling cans of La Croix that Baela packed, awful as always but not so bad when you feel like you’re dying of thirst. As you wait for the fireworks to start, you take a few selfies with the distant incandescent mirage of Downtown to the northeast, towards Chinatown and Elysian Park, towards Apple Valley, Minnesota if you drove far enough.

A) Me and Sunshine are the same? Both hating walks? Damn

B) That drink, she only likes it when it's her last resort. Like any products of HW- she will do anything but that but uses it when she has no other choice? like plastic surgery, etc

C) Shes being pulled in so many directions. What will she choose? Hw & fame or Minnesota, home?

23. In the two minutes you spend debating whether to watch it, he has seen yours, liked it, and replied: Miss America 2025.

A) Alright babe, a bit of a stalker

B) He can calm Down too lmao- so flirty & thirsty (it should be me 😫)

24. “What are you grinning about?” Baela asks from where she is sitting in Jace’s lap, his arms around her waist, and you can’t tell her because you don’t want to make her mad again.

A) Stalker 2

B) Leave Ss to be happy

C) Unless B is sus and has an idea of who SS is talking to…

25. “Just something my sister sent me.” You click on Aegon’s story; he is standing beside a massive grill covered with hotdogs and hamburger patties, wielding a pair of tongs, and wearing his aviator sunglasses and a green apron with seemingly nothing underneath. You like it and reply: I have literally never wanted a hotdog so bad in my life.

A) Bl**dy hell, she's thirsty too

B) But Mags, that image was too hot

C) Like was he naked? 👀

D) I'm a vegetarian but I'd break it for his sausage

26. “You better post the picture we took together,” Baela tells you. “We looked cute as fuck!”

A) Alright B, calm down

B) Why don't you post it?

C) Sort of controlling? Like she never asks, just sort of demands?

27. “You were okay,” Baela says, and they both laugh.

A) i know couples joke but she's never very complimentary with him

B) He deserves better

C) I reckon she could drop him to up her career cuz he's not famous, and seems like a waste

28. “It’s a really good photo,” you agree. And it proves that you have friends to do activities with, that you aren’t quite as pathetic and alone in Los Angeles as your parents and Clara and Tripp and Mason might think. You post it as a story: you and Baela smiling together, Jace in the background brandishing a peace sign. You add a bunch of red, white, and blue hearts for decoration. Aegon watches your new story within a few minutes, but he doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even like it. You frown down at your screen, confused.

A) She needs some friends (please Jace)

B) As an instagram story so its not around forever (like B's presence will Not be)

C) Ooh why he mad? I hate men lmao

29. “Oh look, it’s starting, it’s starting!” Baela says excitedly, and now there are booming explosions in the darkening sky and threads of shimmering remnants descending like falling stars.

A) Yes it's starting… the drama & explosions start now

30. You are early for your appointment because you want to see Aegon again, and you don’t even try to tell yourself it’s for any other reason. It’s Tuesday, July 8th, and there are still charred firework wrappers and singed sparklers strewn on the sidewalk. You find a parking spot a ways down the street from Aegon’s half-duplex and trot to the front door. You are wearing your tan TOMS wedges, a top the color of dark fertile earth, a green maxi skirt, and swampy verdant eyeshadow to match: matte brown Rewind and sparkly emerald Damaged, both by Urban Decay.

A) Atleast she ain't delusional, that helps

B) He's in such a dump - shows that LA ain't all the glitz and glam- will Sunshine see that?

C) Very dark, earthy tones… calm before the storm?

D) ‘Rewind’ she wants to go back to that night, ‘Damaged’ she will be after this conversation

31. "Aegon must be hella stressed lately because he’s always mixing things up and forgetting appointments, then he yells at me but feels bad about it afterwards and pays me overtime. Well worth it! I think it’s the wedding. Becca’s constantly showing up asking for his opinion about cakes and decorations and whatever and it’s just a lot.”

A) Oh he's always mixing things up… hopefully he'll mix up his fiance soon

B) Becca stresses him out! SS doesn't.. see how that could work

32. Mario is traversing a narrow stone pathway surrounded by a sea of blood-red lava. Aegon’s tank top is the color of the pine trees back in Minnesota; the unbuttoned short-sleeve Oxford shirt he’s thrown overtop is white and wrinkled. The room has been tidied up... Honeycrisp apples filling up a bowl that is blue china instead of plain bone-colored ceramic.

A) Mario again… reflecting Aegon’s medical journey/ life

B) Narrow- meaning he can only go one way in life (get married, give up LA and whatever else)

C) Blood-red lava- either Mario is the disease in his body/ bloodstream (narrow- vein)

D) His tank is the colour of the trees from her home? He's her home?

E) Also earthy colour, they're matching. Both each other’s home

F) Wrinkled white top- he's a disgruntled angel (he's trying his best to help SS) (or dying soon lmao)

G) He's still got a piece of her around, the apples (highlighted in colour, not the plain white of LA)

33. “Hey,” Aegon says, glancing at you but still clicking buttons and swiveling the joystick on his transluscent orange controller.

A) He's paying half attention to her.. whilst he also concentrates on the game (his medical issues taking over his life whilst he tries to be there for her?)

34. “Are you winning?” you ask, meaning the game. Mario veers off the precarious walkway and into the lava, screams and tries to leap to safety, sails over a stone island, hits the lava again and dies.

A) she cares about his interests and him 😭

B) Does she distract him? And is there bad repercussions? (Becca leaving?)

C) Aegon/ Mario is struggling to get back to safety?

35. Aegon chuckles; he sounds tired. His bruised knuckles, five days gone, have sickened to a ghastly green and plumes of opaque violet. “I guess not.” He turns off the Nintendo 64. “How was your 4th of July?”

36. Aegon gives you a disapproving look like he doesn’t quite believe you. You can’t fathom why. “I might have another job for you.”

A) He's tired 😫

A) He's jealous girl

B) We love to see it

37. “Really? Great!” But despite the good news, you’re beginning to feel like you’re sinking. You keep waiting for Aegon to acknowledge what happened here, what you both did, what you were to each other even if only for a few hours under the cover of darkness.

A) Sinking… like the Titantic reference from the first chapter in this office

B) I feel bad vibes about to happen

38. “There’s a casting call for a very minor part in a new Marvel movie. I’m sure that’s not exactly your dream role, and it’s not really what I see you doing either, but you said you’d take anything and it’s an opportunity to get you in front of some big-name people. So I booked you a spot.”

A) We love Marvel (just watched Marvel today actually lmao)

B) SS would be cute as a superhero or sidekick

C) Aegons so clever

39. “I’m keeping an eye on the indie projects that make it to pre-production. I can imagine you shining in a niche little thriller, maybe a romantic drama…you do angry really well, you know. Which is strange, because you’re never angry in real life. But that’s what makes you an actress. You become other kinds of people.”

A) He doesn't see her angry… I feel like he just needs to wait lmao

B) also he might also underestimate her himself? Cuz she seems nice all the time?

C) A romantic drama? No need babe, she's already in one

40. Aegon studies you, his Nike Killshots still resting lazily on his desk. His blonde hair is slicked back from his face; his eyes are a remote somber blue like the ocean through an airplane window. “You alright, sunshine?”

A) What is it about these shoes??

B) He's so beautiful ugh

C) And he cares 😭

41. Slowly, Aegon smiles, and there’s something about his voice that strikes you as smug, maybe taunting, maybe even cruel. “It was that good for you, huh?”

A) Nevermind, jackass

B) But I'd still swoon 😅

C) After punching him

D) is this the real him or an act?

42. Aegon is stunned. He scrambles to his feet. “What—?”

A) Well done, you've made her upset

B) Me too

C) be nicer with your words, you know she's sensitive

43. “Then come back here.”

A) Me skipping my way back after that demand

B) Anything for you King

C) I need higher standards lmao but I blame it on him

44. Aegon sits down too, places his elbows on his desk, laces his fingers together and presses them against his lips as he gazes at you, his large blue eyes glossy and pained. After a while, he says quietly: “This is exactly what I didn’t want. For you to be hurt, for you to be sad.”

A) Ooh he serious

B) Stop with the eyes 😫🥰 ill forgive him too easily 🙈 I won't look

C) He throws my emotions everywhere, I know he cares but stop fucking around lmao

45. On the way here, Aegon stopped at an In-N-Out Burger. You said you didn’t want anything when he asked—you have no appetite whatsoever—but at the drive-thru window he ordered two cheeseburger combos: Cherry Cokes, grilled onions on the burgers, Animal-Style fries. He paid in cash, because he is full of deceit, or at least that is what you told yourself.

A) Idk what to think Of him ordering her food when she didn't want anything?

B) Was he doing it cuz he worries she might not be able to afford a lot of food? Or to remind her not to fall for the fame fad diets?

C) Like someone else said, does he pay in cash so he knows how much he Spent that day due to forgetting?

D) Or is he given an allowance by family or Becca?

E) He loves his Cherry cokes in your fanfic… Do you like cherry Coke by any chance maggie? 😂

46. “Do you want to get skin cancer? Are you trying to look like Clint Eastwood when you’re forty?”

A) Wear that sunscreen bitch

B) Does he think it's useless as he's dying anyway?

47. He gives you an irritated smirk but takes the sunscreen and halfheartedly mists himself with it… Aegon takes large, sloppy bites of his burger, grease dribbling down his fingers; you can only manage queasy nibbles at your own. In the waves, surfers are paddling far out and then riding swells back in, skittering to a stop in shallow water or being dragged under by the gleaming sapphire currents. California gulls squawk overhead and dive greedily when Aegon throws them some of his fries. To the north is a jetty of stones to mark the territorial boundary between the surfers and the swimmers; to the south is a long wooden pier for fishing.

C) He might not make it to 40 😫😭

D) just googled CE, he's 94 damn. Also he did have skin cancer, bless him

A) He does anything for SS 🥹

B) Hes so messy, i find it hot- imagine him eating you out like that 🥵

C) Also how he eats without a care in the world, whereas she nibbles, cuz she has to be cautious? But he's already made his money

D) The surfers are riding high on waves just to be brought down by the same thing?- Fame

E) Gulls are the paparazzi and not leaving u alone and eating the scraps they can get

F) There's a clear divide between the surfers and the swimmers (hmmm)

A) zodiac Calendar, fate. Is fate gonna intervene between them soon?

48. Aegon sighs and slurps his Cherry Coke, ice clinking around in the cardboard cup, red and white and reminding you of those zodiac calendars at Chinese restaurants. “I guess. I don’t know.”

B) He's confused. She's different to the other girls

C) But they shouldn't have done it cuz they're just gonna get hurt

A) Ooh slay? 😔

49. “It wasn’t the first time. I’m sure it’ll happen again at some point. It doesn’t change what I have with Becca.”

B) He truly isn't in love with Becca if he's doing this

50. “Never long-term,” Aegon amends.

C) Can I be the next time? 👀

51. “Marry me, girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation,

A) Cuz he can't do long-term, he won't be around for long enough so he just takes what care he can get from Becca- an easy marriage

A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information”

B) Teenager with a baby… like Becca who wanted more (a life with him)

A) Will he finally propose to SS later? just before it's too late? She's a Salve for him as much as he is For her

C) is Becca sneaky? Like is she gonna do something with all this information she has on him and his family as Revenge for being taken a mug of? - it's a Hollywood story, someone has to go to the tabloids lmao

A) Uh yes- this is how fanfics work

52. “You honestly believe I’d rip up the life I’ve have planned out for years for someone I met a month ago?”

B) Only one month??

A) Don't patronise her Aegon

53. “That’s adorable,” Aegon says, like you’re an idiot. After a moment he adds, rather combatively: “And if you’re such a one-dude kind of girl, who was that guy in your Instagram story?”

B) Oh and don't be jealous, you have no right lmao

54. “That’s his name? Jace? That’s not even a real name. That’s like James or Jason, but make it the trailer park remix.”

A) Sorry babe, forgot Aegon was in the the modern baby book of names 🙄

B) If you look in the Targaryen name book, Aegon means "a little bitch"

C) If you don't change your attitude, you'll be A(e)Gon(er) soon

55. Aegon rolls his eyes and shoves a handful of Animal-Style fries into his mouth, sopping with melted yellow cheese and grilled onions and secret-recipe spread that tastes suspiciously like Thousand Island salad dressing. “Right.”

A) That boy needs manners lmao

B) that's like another portion of food with more cheese 🧀- baby doesn't care about his health at all

C) He's distracting himself with food? Emotional eating?

A) Someone he trusts enough, he won't ever trust anyone with her

56. “Sure,” Aegon says, like he is being deliberately stoic. “But I need more time to find someone I trust enough.”

B) Hes putting on an act of nonchalance to not show the hurt he's feeling with her just asking for someone else

C) He will probably try and delay it as much as he can

A) He's calling her bluff

57. Aegon looks at you, a challenge, a dare. “Do you really want to never see me again?”

58. Aegon scoffs. “Oh, come on.”

B) And she doesn't babe

A) Don't be a baby- answer the question

59. “Are you twelve years old?” Aegon says, then slurps forcefully on his Cherry Coke. “Life is more complicated than that.”

B) he doesnt want to say cuz he doesn't love Becca

A) Says the baby

B) it is true. Life is complicated

C) He's the grumpy realist and she's the optiminist. They balance each other- life isn't hard when they're together (ish)

D) Back to consuming to delay his answers

A) He' sparkles ✨️

60. Aegon gazes blankly out over the Pacific Ocean for a while, the breeze in his hair and the Coppertone Sport shimmering on his face, and then at last he turns to you. “Okay, listen,” Aegon begins. “About a year ago, Becca got pregnant.”

61. “Right. And I didn’t then either. So I told her I’d have absolutely nothing to do with it if she kept the baby, and that my preference was for her to terminate. And that’s what she did.”

B) And I oop-

C) I wonder if his final resting place will be the beach, he seems at peace here

B) He's a Bit rough

A) it must be something hereditary to not want to pass it on to his Kids cuz hes know how bad it is to deal with. He doesn't care about legacy whereas his dad did- but at what cost

C) I wonder if he would want the baby if it was Sunshine’s? - que baby? As a last piece of aegon?

62. “I’m not convinced it was unintentional,” Aegon is saying; you are only half-hearing him… “Becca told me that she moved out here to be an actress and a model, but I never saw her really pursuing that. Once we met, she jumped right into being the perfect caretaker, and some people are like that. They need someone to need them. She was great at it, it was all she wanted to do, looking after me and the house and the Targaryen family Hollywood bullshit that I can’t stand. And eventually Becca started dropping hints about getting married, and I ignored them. I think…maybe she thought having a baby would speed up the timeline. But now she knows how serious I am about not having children. And I’m a lot more careful.”

A) What girls have to do to feel secure in a relationship

B) but it also shows that's she manipulative? So what else can she do?

E) So Becca knows stuff about the family? Interesting..

C) Becca started out like SS? Does he help SS more because she actually has passion for it whereas Becca didn't?

D) I want to know about the Targs, they defo had an effect on him and why he hates HW

F) A lot more careful- as in he's stay away from Becca lmao

A) But you need To have to want her too, thats marriage aegon

63. “No,” Aegon says, exasperated that you don’t understand. “I’m marrying her because I’m who she wants, and she would do anything for me. And being with me is a sacrifice, right? So the least I can do is give her the official title. It works for both of us. It’s good for both of us.”

B) Both of you and ss want each other?

C) and he's sacrificing his own happiness by not being with SS

D) He's a curse to be with? Cuz he knows he's gonna go down a slippery slope later with his deteriorating health and he thinks ss wont stay/ doesn't need to see it in her happy world

A) She wants you to be the perfect guy she thought you were but everyone has their flaws

64. “I know,” Aegon snaps. “What do you want me to say? That I’m a fucking terrible person, that I’m a curse to everyone who cares about me? Sure, fine, okay, you got it. But to my knowledge I’m the only person in your corner, so let me help you for as long as I can.”

B) He's gonna be a curse to Sunshine? When he dies, she'll always remember him, like a lost love like Jack & Rose from Titantic (that you like to reference in this & aegon survived the last series of his)

C) He still wants to help and be close to her

A) See- whereas becca didn't Want to do it for the right reasons?

65. “Because you’re kind, and you’re gentle, and you’re real, and you want this for the right reasons, and I’m not going to let anybody beat that out of you.”

B) He's sick of fake people and she's real omg

C) Has she reopened his passion for being an agent?

A) He wants to be there

66. Aegon sighs, defeated. “Do you want to ride with me to the Marvel audition or do you want to drive yourself? It’s on Friday.”

B) But he also respects her choice

A) He's still upset over the Maroon 5 script

67. “In case something happens, obviously,” Aegon flares. “In case a director or an actor is a creep, in case they want you to do a dangerous stunt, it case they try to tell you to get surgery, in case they lie to you about the terms, in case a million other things go wrong. No one is going to listen to you, but because I’m a Targaryen they’ll listen to me.”

B) I love his protective energy.. cuz its “his job”... 😏

C) Whos gonna look after after he's gone 😭

D) How big are the Targs In this industry?

E) also it's v likely someone is a creep in any HW studio

68. “I’m the best you’ve got,” Aegon pitches back, and you sit with him in heavy silence under the sizzling afternoon sun for a long time, neither of you speaking, neither of you moving to leave.

A) Not just the heat being brutal, the angry tension too

B) They don't want to talk but they don't want to leave each other either

A) Not how they ended things last time..

69. An hour later, back in Elysian Park, Aegon parks his Sebring curbside and says Brandon will text you the address for the Marvel audition. You thank him briskly and impersonally. Aegon jogs up the concrete steps and into his half-duplex; you begin walking down the sidewalk towards where you parked your 2003 Honda Accord this morning. You are most of the way there when you see her approaching: long dark hair, wide-leg jeans, bridal white crop top, carrying a massive bakery box. Becca is beaming and humming to herself, but when she spots you she jolts to a halt.

B) bride white top- she wants you to know shes getting married lmao

C) Aw she was in a good mood 😂

70. “Always trying to break us up,” she seethes hatefully, defiantly. “Always trying to tear us apart. You think you matter enough to jeopardize what Aegon and I have? He comes home to me, always, and no one can change that. You think I don’t know loving a man like that means having to share him with the world? I know it. But you should know you’ll never get to keep him.”

D) SS is ruining Beccas dream of domesticity so will Becca ruin hers?

E) Does becca have access to Aegon's files and with him mixing things up, he might forget to lock the computer. Plus plus- he's using folders ( is that another sign of his decorating state cuz he can't remember his computer password)?

B) Does he not sleep with her? Does he not trust her after the baby thing?

A) She says that like just to Ss but she probably means all the girls Aegon has slept with

C) I wonder if Becca Will snap and tell Sunshine why she couldnt handle Aegon (his disease). I bet she knows what his dad dies of.

D) Imagine Becca killed Vis and is slowly killing Aegon for the money lmao idk I'm tired

A) Baela cussing her out, Aegon not being lovey, Becca tripping her over- I get you babe. You deserve a treat

71. “This day fucking sucks,” you mutter to nobody. Then you turn on your laptop and open Spotify in one tab. You recall seeing a lot of Alanis Morissette in Aegon’s playlist, and you find one of the few songs of hers you already know because it’s your mom’s favorite: You Learn.

B) I had to Google the song!

C) The song is about how the lows of life Still add to it, you learn and grow from the lessons

D) Like after this fic is done, she wouldn't change a thing cuz it's toughened her up but also allowed to love more openly (like maybe she stands up for herself and tells aegon to learn to let himself be happy and be with her before he goes)

E) It might help put more substance into her acting?

72. Wikipedia once told you that Viserys Targaryen passed away at his Malibu home after a long illness. Was it bad? It had to be, right? A disease that was torturously slow and horrific for the whole family. An experience that wounded Aegon somewhere deep and immutable.

A) Hmm was it an illness or did the family say that just to cover something up? And did aegon get caught in the crossfire?

73. Viserys Targaryen Alzheimer’s

74. You roll over and stare up at your bedroom ceiling, listening to Alanis Morissette’s serrated mezzo-soprano twang, and whatever is required to be taken seriously as an artist—to make people see you, to make people listen, to earn the privilege of not spending forty years impersonating someone who never feels the siren call of other lives—she has it.

A) Not alzheimers but maybe another thing related to it… like Dementia

B) Does something need to break in her to finally be sharp enough to cut and catch someone's attention?

A) SS isn't taken seriously cuz she's naive? Like she's a pushover in a way?

75. Maybe there’s no profound explanation for why Aegon is marrying Becca. Maybe he really is a fuckboy like Baela said.

C) And will it be cuz of aegon or something else?

B) But we all know that's not it

A) Yeah possibly

76. Maybe he just doesn’t like you enough.

C) He might not want anyone else to see him go like his dad? And he doesn't mind Becca cuz he doesn't care about her enough?

B) youre his favourite.

A) Lies. He does.

C) His precious sunshine.

A Curse [Chapter 5: Venice]

Series summary: You are an aspiring actress. Aegon is a washed-up and disenchanted agent…at least until he sees something special in you. But within paradisical seaside Los Angeles you find terrible dangers and temptations, secrets and lies. Maybe Aegon’s right; maybe the City of Angels really is a curse.

Chapter warnings: Language, mentions of sexual content (18+ readers only), age-gap situationship, In-N-Out Burger, accidental fake dating, discussions of pregnancy and abortion (not who you think), a wild Becca appears!

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You sleep deep but wake up early. When Baela wanders out of the bathroom in a fuzzy purple robe and a gale of steam, she finds you dressed in your grey work uniform and sprinkling a packet of flower food you got from the Rite Aid down the street into the vase of sunflowers. You are smiling to yourself; you can’t seem to stop.

“Heyyyyy!” Baela says, slow and salacious, hoping for interesting stories. You very rarely have any to share. “How’d the Maroon 5 shoot go? Not so bad, right?”

“It was good.” You rearrange the sunflowers, pruning any leaves that have begun to wilt. Daylight streams in through the windows; outside you can see power lines, palm trees, a shopping center featuring—among other things—a Starbucks, World Star Vape, and Carl’s Jr.

“Did you meet Adam Levine?”

“Briefly and uneventfully. But he seemed nice!”

“And you survived the bathtub thing, I see.” Her tone implies that you were ridiculous to ever fear you wouldn’t, childish, ignorant, histrionic.

“Well…I actually didn’t have to do it.”

“What?” She reaches into the refrigerator and removes a plastic bowl full of raspberries, sets it down on the kitchen counter, eats absentmindedly as she stares at you. “Really? Why not?”

You shrug, a little shy but desperately wanting to tell somebody, because that will make it real. Blood burns in your face. “Aegon saved me.”

Baela’s eyes narrow and her brow crinkles. You find yourself—as you often do—casually in awe of the smoothness of her skin, the perfect arches of her eyebrows, her expressiveness that is never inelegant. She chews her raspberries very slowly. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, so…I didn’t have to film that scene. But I did the rest of them and it went fine.”

Baela’s gaze drops to your shoes and travels northbound, examining you with skepticism and dread, as if she is afraid to ask. “Did something else happen?”

You can feel yourself glowing, flushing, beaming helplessly. “Kind of.”

Her jaw drops open; there’s berry juice on her teeth like blood. “How? Where?!”

“We went back to his office after the shoot. I mean, he drove us back to his office. But I wanted to go too.”

“And you did…what, exactly? How many bases?”

“Um…all of them?”

“All of them?!”

“Twice.”

Baela looks horrified. “Oh my God, you really fucked a married guy.”

“No, remember, he’s not married. He’s just engaged.”

“It’s the same thing!” Baela exclaims, and she has completely forgotten about her raspberries. “You’re a cheater, how does that make you feel?”

You shake your head; she doesn’t understand. “I know it sounds bad, but when I’m with Aegon…he’s just so…he’s so protective and he’s smart and he’s brave and he actually believes in me, he’s the only person who doesn’t think I’m hopeless and delusional, and he’s always trying to help me, and there’s something about when we’re together that just feels…magical!”

“Of course it’s magical!” Baela bursts out, and now Jace is peeking blearily out of her bedroom, his dark curls in disarray. “He’s a fuckboy, that’s what they do! He gives you some otherworldly encapsulated experience that leaves you dickmatized but it’s not real, because then he goes home and he does the same thing with his soon-to-be-wife, and then the next day he’s probably hooking up with some other impressionable starstruck client, and you’re standing here thinking you have something special with him when he’s already onto the next girl!”

You can’t imagine that being true, and yet you wonder without wanting to: why did he have condoms in his desk drawer? “I don’t think he’s happy with Becca.”

Baela groans as if she’s in physical pain. “I knew this would happen! I knew somebody was going to take advantage of you. You’re too idealistic, you’re too naïve.”

“I started it,” you object feebly.

“You think you seduced him? You think you were calling the shots with a middle-aged man whose family is Hollywood royalty?”

You look down at your shoes, uninspired white Skechers for work, ashamed. “I guess not.”

Baela huffs a sardonic sigh and scarfs down the last of the raspberries, chewing them aggressively. “You know, people talk shit about Jace—”

“Who talks shit about Jace?” Jace asks from the doorway of her bedroom.

“—They say he’s a hobosexual and lazy and jobless and whatever, but that man is loyal, he doesn’t even look at other women, and I wouldn’t trade him for anybody. Because apparently it’s extremely fucking rare to find someone who won’t get naked for the first stranger who promises to make all their wildest dreams come true.”

You are collapsing in on yourself, a wilting flower, a crushed spider, and you remember years ago finding the emails between your father and that hospital intern, and you marvel at how easy it is to fixate on one star and lose sight of the constellation. Jace slinks back into Baela’s bedroom and closes the door. “Yeah, you’re right, Baela,” you say softly. “I was wrong. I don’t know why I did that.”

Now Baela frowns at you with a nauseating combination of judgment and pity. “Look, are you sure you wouldn’t be happier back home on the horse farm? This place…you’re too nice for it, you know? You’re too trusting. You’re going to keep getting hurt.” You don’t have what it takes.

You steel yourself. “I’m staying here.”

“Okay, and are you going to find a new agent? Maybe somebody who isn’t trying to sleep with you, or at the very least isn’t in a committed relationship while doing it?”

You are thunderstruck by the question; you haven’t even considered this. “No one else wants me.”

Baela tosses the empty plastic bowl into the kitchen sink—it rattles harshly there—and casts you a hard glare as she stalks towards her bedroom in her purple bathrobe. “I am so disappointed in you.”

You turn to watch her leave, crestfallen and deserted. “Are we still going to see the fireworks later when I get done at Cold Stone?”

Baela stops and turns around, and now her face is all pity, like you’re too pathetic to stay mad at, like you aren’t cognizant enough to be held responsible. “Yeah. We’re still going to see the fireworks.”

“Yay!” you reply, a strained little squeak.

“Jace can stay here when I’m in Paris, right?” Baela asks. “He swears he’ll vacuum and take the garbage out and stuff. And you know he won’t fill up the sink with dirty dishes, he basically only eats takeout.”

“Yeah, of course, no problem! He can stay.”

“Thanks.” Baela gives you a small smile—a charitable you’re a dumbass but we’re still friends sort of gesture—and disappears into her bedroom. Then you go find your phone and purse so you won’t be late for work.

All afternoon as you are bent low scraping scoops of ice cream out of the freezer and mashing in mix-ins on the chilled countertop, each time the glass door opens and the string of bells jangle you look up to see if it’s Aegon, because maybe he’s found you another job or maybe he just misses you, and he’s daydreaming of you now in the sweltering sunshine that rains down golden and cloudless. But your only customers are strangers: flocks of influencers in yoga pants who pick at Like It-sized sorbets, flustered mothers trying to relay their lisping children’s orders, giggling couples on dates who you love watching, the way their eyes are alight and their fingers forever ache to intertwine.

At dusk, you and Baela and Jace are lounging on a blanket at the Baldwin Hills Scenic Overlook, your breathing still labored from the hike and guzzling cans of La Croix that Baela packed, awful as always but not so bad when you feel like you’re dying of thirst. As you wait for the fireworks to start, you take a few selfies with the distant incandescent mirage of Downtown to the northeast, towards Chinatown and Elysian Park, towards Apple Valley, Minnesota if you drove far enough.

You post the most flattering selfie to your Instagram story with a caption of patriotic emojis: an American flag, the Statue of Liberty, a bald eagle, an exploding pink firework. In the row of circles at the top of your screen, you observe that Aegon—a.k.a. superstargaryen—has also posted a story today. In the two minutes you spend debating whether to watch it, he has seen yours, liked it, and replied: Miss America 2025.

“What are you grinning about?” Baela asks from where she is sitting in Jace’s lap, his arms around her waist, and you can’t tell her because you don’t want to make her mad again.

“Just something my sister sent me.” You click on Aegon’s story; he is standing beside a massive grill covered with hotdogs and hamburger patties, wielding a pair of tongs, and wearing his aviator sunglasses and a green apron with seemingly nothing underneath. You like it and reply: I have literally never wanted a hotdog so bad in my life.

Aegon reacts with a laughing emoji and types: Come and get it. But of course you can’t, because Becca is probably there too.

“You better post the picture we took together,” Baela tells you. “We looked cute as fuck!”

“What about me?” Jace asks playfully, nuzzling the side of her face. “Was I cute as fuck too?”

“You were okay,” Baela says, and they both laugh.

“It’s a really good photo,” you agree. And it proves that you have friends to do activities with, that you aren’t quite as pathetic and alone in Los Angeles as your parents and Clara and Tripp and Mason might think. You post it as a story: you and Baela smiling together, Jace in the background brandishing a peace sign. You add a bunch of red, white, and blue hearts for decoration. Aegon watches your new story within a few minutes, but he doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even like it. You frown down at your screen, confused.

“Oh look, it’s starting, it’s starting!” Baela says excitedly, and now there are booming explosions in the darkening sky and threads of shimmering remnants descending like falling stars.

~~~~~~~~~~

You are early for your appointment because you want to see Aegon again, and you don’t even try to tell yourself it’s for any other reason. It’s Tuesday, July 8th, and there are still charred firework wrappers and singed sparklers strewn on the sidewalk. You find a parking spot a ways down the street from Aegon’s half-duplex and trot to the front door. You are wearing your tan TOMS wedges, a top the color of dark fertile earth, a green maxi skirt, and swampy verdant eyeshadow to match: matte brown Rewind and sparkly emerald Damaged, both by Urban Decay.

Behind the reception desk, Brandon is squinting at the computer screen and scrawling notes in his planner with his flower pen. “Hey girl!” he greets you, and although he is preoccupied he still gets a bottle of Perrier out of the minifridge and sets it on the edge of the desk.

“Thanks!” you say as you take it. “I’m really sorry about what happened last week with the address thing. I hope you weren’t too freaked out. I didn’t want to ruin your holiday.”

Brandon laughs and waves a hand dismissively. “It’s totally cool, I wasn’t worried at all. Aegon must be hella stressed lately because he’s always mixing things up and forgetting appointments, then he yells at me but feels bad about it afterwards and pays me overtime. Well worth it! I think it’s the wedding. Becca’s constantly showing up asking for his opinion about cakes and decorations and whatever and it’s just a lot.”

You smile politely; it takes some effort. “Yeah, weddings are nerve-racking. My sister Clara is planning hers right now.”

“Oh for cute! Are you going to be her maid of honor?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I hope not. Sounds like a ton of work.”

“You’d be marvelous at it,” Brandon assures you, then snatches up the phone when it rings. “Targaryen Talent Agency, this is Brandon, how can I help you?” You say goodbye and continue to Aegon’s office.

Inside, he is wearing the same green Nike Killshots he had on the day you first met and has them propped up on his desk as he plays his Nintendo 64. Mario is traversing a narrow stone pathway surrounded by a sea of blood-red lava. Aegon’s tank top is the color of the pine trees back in Minnesota; the unbuttoned short-sleeve Oxford shirt he’s thrown overtop is white and wrinkled. The room has been tidied up, all signs of your transgression erased: debris swept off the scratched wood floor, his desk once again littered with folders and papers and Juicy Fruit gum wrappers, new frames for the photographs, Honeycrisp apples filling up a bowl that is blue china instead of plain bone-colored ceramic.

“Hey,” Aegon says, glancing at you but still clicking buttons and swiveling the joystick on his transluscent orange controller.

“Hi!” You are grinning as you sit down in the chair in front of his desk. “Your office is back to normal.”

“Yeah, I have cleaning people that come in a few days a week.”

“Are you winning?” you ask, meaning the game. Mario veers off the precarious walkway and into the lava, screams and tries to leap to safety, sails over a stone island, hits the lava again and dies.

Aegon chuckles; he sounds tired. His bruised knuckles, five days gone, have sickened to a ghastly green and plumes of opaque violet. “I guess not.” He turns off the Nintendo 64. “How was your 4th of July?”

“It was awesome! I hung out with my roommate.”

Aegon gives you a disapproving look like he doesn’t quite believe you. You can’t fathom why. “I might have another job for you.”

“Really? Great!” But despite the good news, you’re beginning to feel like you’re sinking. You keep waiting for Aegon to acknowledge what happened here, what you both did, what you were to each other even if only for a few hours under the cover of darkness.

“There’s a casting call for a very minor part in a new Mavel movie. I’m sure that’s not exactly your dream role, and it’s not really what I see you doing either, but you said you’d take anything and it’s an opportunity to get you in front of some big-name people. So I booked you a spot.”

“I accept.” Is he going to pretend it never happened?

“I’m keeping an eye on the indie projects that make it to pre-production. I can imagine you shining in a niche little thriller, maybe a romantic drama…you do angry really well, you know. Which is strange, because you’re never angry in real life. But that’s what makes you an actress. You become other kinds of people.”

Does he think it was a mistake? Does he think it didn’t matter? “Okay,” you hear yourself say uncertainly.

Aegon studies you, his Nike Killshots still resting lazily on his desk. His blonde hair is slicked back from his face; his eyes are a remote somber blue like the ocean through an airplane window. “You alright, sunshine?”

“Yeah, I just…um…I mean…” You glance uneasily around the small plain office, scuffed wooden floorboards and cracked paint on mint green walls and glaring daylight that pours in through the windows that face the east. “What happened Thursday night…was that a one-time thing, or…?”

Slowly, Aegon smiles, and there’s something about his voice that strikes you as smug, maybe taunting, maybe even cruel. “It was that good for you, huh?”

You are suddenly reminded of every doubt, every warning, every belittling comment you thought you had convinced yourself not to absorb: from Mom, Dad, Clara, Tripp, Mason, Baela, Jace, agents and directors and surgeons. You thump your cold glass bottle of Perrier onto Aegon’s desk, clutch your purse, and bolt for the door. “Sorry, I have to go.”

Aegon is stunned. He scrambles to his feet. “What—?”

“Sorry, bye. Please don’t follow me.” You don’t want him to see you crying. You’re already humiliated enough.

You run awkwardly in your wedges through the lobby—Brandon watches you from behind his desk, baffled—and burst out into the hot late-morning sunlight. You almost tumble down the concrete steps but regain your balance, then flee towards your Honda. Window air conditioning units whir, dogs bark, car engines rev, a radio in an open garage is blaring Domino by Jessie J. Now your phone is ringing.

You yank it out of your purse and, through the tears that blur your vision, see that the name on the screen is Aegon’s. “Hello?” you answer stupidly, as if you don’t know who it is.

Aegon’s voice is equal parts defensive and resigned. “Do you want a new agent?”

“No,” you sob.

“Then come back here.”

“I just…I just feel like I really messed up, I mean I’ve never cheated on or with anybody and I can’t believe I did that, and now you’re pretending it never even happened, and it feels weird, it feels wrong, and I ruined everything, and maybe people were right when they said I couldn’t handle being out here—”

“Come back to my office,” Aegon says calmly. “And we will talk about it. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, and turn around.

You clop into the lobby and give Brandon an embarrassed wave. He nods, puzzled. Then you return to Aegon’s office and take your place in your chair, slumped, red-eyed, ashamed.

Aegon sits down too, places his elbows on his desk, laces his fingers together and presses them against his lips as he gazes at you, his large blue eyes glossy and pained. After a while, he says quietly: “This is exactly what I didn’t want. For you to be hurt, for you to be sad.”

So you won’t start crying again, you distract yourself by rotating the green glass bottle you left on Aegon’s desk, slippery with condensation. “I don’t even like Perrier.”

“Then why do you drink one every time you’re here?”

“I thought it would be the easiest thing for Brandon to get me.”

Aegon shakes his head; and for a long time he just watches you. Then an idea strikes him. “Do you want to go to the beach?”

~~~~~~~~~~

He takes the 110 south to the 10, then the 10 west towards the coast, then Venice Boulevard until you hit the canals. Aegon parks his Sebring in a tight spot on the street; he has to cut it half a dozen times to squeeze between a BMW X5 and a Volkswagen Tiguan. When he rests his bruised hand on the back of your seat so he can twist around and look behind him, you feel a disorienting sort of loss. Is he never going to touch me again? Then you both get out and walk towards the towering palm trees and beckoning open blue that peeks out from between hotels and surf shops, the genesis of the Pacific Ocean that continues uninterrupted for over five thousand miles to the shores of Japan.

On the way here, Aegon stopped at an In-N-Out Burger. You said you didn’t want anything when he asked—you have no appetite whatsoever—but at the drive-thru window he ordered two cheeseburger combos: Cherry Cokes, grilled onions on the burgers, Animal-Style fries. He paid in cash, because he is full of deceit, or at least that is what you told yourself. And so now you are carrying the Cherry Cokes, condensation sweating out of the cardboard cups as midday heat radiates up from the sidewalk and teenagers on bicycles and skateboards weave around you. You pop into one of the surf shops and Aegon waits outside, bemused, until you emerge with a blue can of Coppertone Sport tucked under your arm.

When Aegon finds a spot he likes on the beach and sits cross-legged in loose warm sand, you set down the Cherry Cokes—ice jingling in the dripping cups—and spray yourself with the Coppertone Sport until all of your exposed skin is glistening with SPF 50. Then you try to pass the can to Aegon.

“I’m good,” he says, opening the paper In-N-Out Burger bag to distribute the contents.

“Do you want to get skin cancer? Are you trying to look like Clint Eastwood when you’re forty?”

He gives you an irritated smirk but takes the sunscreen and halfheartedly mists himself with it. Then he flings the can aside and passes you your burger and fries when you sit down beside him. Aegon takes large, sloppy bites of his burger, grease dribbling down his fingers; you can only manage queasy nibbles at your own. In the waves, surfers are paddling far out and then riding swells back in, skittering to a stop in shallow water or being dragged under by the gleaming sapphire currents. California gulls squawk overhead and dive greedily when Aegon throws them some of his fries. To the north is a jetty of stones to mark the territorial boundary between the surfers and the swimmers; to the south is a long wooden pier for fishing. A group of people are playing volleyball nearby. From their boombox drifts a Red Hot Chili Peppers song; you feel like you’re being haunted by them.

“It’s the edge of the world and all of Western civilization,

The sun may rise in the East, at least it settled in a final location

It’s understood that Hollywood sells Californication…”

“It’s not your fault,” Aegon says. “I’m the one who’s engaged, I’m a decade older than you, I’m sort of your boss. It was my responsibility to put the brakes on, and I didn’t because…” He gestures helplessly. “Because I really like you. And I didn’t want to stop. But you’re not to blame for it and you shouldn’t feel guilty and you didn’t do anything wrong. I did.”

You stare out into the waves, glittering with sharp lacerations of sunlight. “So you wish you’d stopped it.”

Aegon sighs and slurps his Cherry Coke, ice clinking around in the cardboard cup, red and white and reminding you of those zodiac calendars at Chinese restaurants. “I guess. I don’t know.”

“You don’t feel guilty?”

“It wasn’t the first time. I’m sure it’ll happen again at some point. It doesn’t change what I have with Becca.”

You turn to him, revolted. “You just cheat constantly? That’s how you live?”

“Not constantly,” Aegon says, annoyed. “Not even that often. Maybe once or twice a year. I bump into someone at a party or a club, or on a film set, or on a plane…you know. Things happen. But it doesn’t go any further than that and it’s never serious.”

“Never serious,” you echo morosely.

“Never long-term,” Aegon amends.

“Marry me, girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation,

A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information,

And buy me a star on the boulevard, it’s Californication…”

Aegon taps the mostly-untouched burger in your hand. “Eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You said you’d listen to me. I’m telling you to eat.”

His logic is sound. You make more of an effort, washing each bite down with Cherry Coke that you usually never drink, empty calories, fleeting forbidden sweetness.

Aegon is watching you closely, the creases around his eyes deep and thoughtful. “Could you tell me…like, specifically…what exactly you’re upset about?”

“I guess I thought it meant something.”

“I’m not pretending it didn’t. I just said I really like you.”

“But you’re still getting married in September.”

“You honestly believe I’d rip up the life I’ve have planned out for years for someone I met a month ago?”

“I don’t understand how you can have feelings for me and be marrying somebody else. That doesn’t make any sense. When I’m really into someone, I don’t want other people.”

“That’s adorable,” Aegon says, like you’re an idiot. After a moment he adds, rather combatively: “And if you’re such a one-dude kind of girl, who was that guy in your Instagram story?”

You have no idea what he’s talking about. “What guy?”

“The guy on the 4th of July. Young gym bro curly hair guy.”

It takes you a few seconds to realize who he means. “Jace?”

“That’s his name? Jace? That’s not even a real name. That’s like James or Jason, but make it the trailer park remix.”

“I think his parents have money,” you say absently, fascinated by Aegon’s reaction, trying to decide if you want to divulge that Jace is in no way available or romantically interested in you.

“That’s not the point.”

“He’s a friend.”

Aegon rolls his eyes and shoves a handful of Animal-Style fries into his mouth, sopping with melted yellow cheese and grilled onions and secret-recipe spread that tastes suspiciously like Thousand Island salad dressing. “Right.”

“Where are you going after you get married?”

“Becca’s family is in Houston.”

“What’s there for you?”

He laughs, a curt little cackle. “Segway tours, rodeos. The Space Center.”

“What about your family? What about Aemond and the others?”

“If they want to see me, they can catch a flight.”

“If you’re so hellbent on leaving Los Angeles, then what’s the point of this? Just ditch me now. Just give me to some other agent and we can both move on.”

“Sure,” Aegon says, like he is being deliberately stoic. “But I need more time to find someone I trust enough.”

“You can’t think of a single person who isn’t going to try to make me get naked or leap off a building?”

“No, I can, but I need someone who actually believes in you too. And you haven’t done much work out here yet. So it would be better if I had more to show them.”

“Can’t you just forge me another resume?”

Aegon looks at you, a challenge, a dare. “Do you really want to never see me again?”

The truth is humiliatingly simple. “No.”

“Then why are you arguing?”

You toss a few fries to the seagulls; they wrestle over them when they fall to the ground, kicking up golden sand and pecking murderously at each other. “Do you love Becca?”

Aegon scoffs. “Oh, come on.”

“What?”

“It’s a stupid question.”

“It’s an extremely relevant question.”

“Are you twelve years old?” Aegon says, then slurps forcefully on his Cherry Coke. “Life is more complicated than that.”

“More complicated than marrying people you’re actually in love with…?”

Aegon gazes blankly out over the Pacific Ocean for a while, the breeze in his hair and the Coppertone Sport shimmering on his face, and then at last he turns to you. “Okay, listen,” Aegon begins. “About a year ago, Becca got pregnant.”

You’re so startled you accidentally knock over your Cherry Coke, scrabbling for the cup as dark reddish liquid spills into the sand. “You have a baby?!”

He watches you, severe, grim, maybe a little afraid of what you’ll think. “No.”

Then you remember. “You don’t want kids,” you say softly.

“Right. And I didn’t then either. So I told her I’d have absolutely nothing to do with it if she kept the baby, and that my preference was for her to terminate. And that’s what she did.”

You are speechless, you are horrified, you are staring at him and struggling to imagine it.

“I’m not convinced it was unintentional,” Aegon is saying; you are only half-hearing him. Your skull is full of rumbling waves and the shrieks of seagulls. “Becca told me that she moved out here to be an actress and a model, but I never saw her really pursuing that. Once we met, she jumped right into being the perfect caretaker, and some people are like that. They need someone to need them. She was great at it, it was all she wanted to do, looking after me and the house and the Targaryen family Hollywood bullshit that I can’t stand. And eventually Becca started dropping hints about getting married, and I ignored them. I think…maybe she thought having a baby would speed up the timeline. But now she knows how serious I am about not having children. And I’m a lot more careful.”

“So…you’re marrying Becca…out of guilt?”

“No,” Aegon says, exasperated that you don’t understand. “I’m marrying her because I’m who she wants, and she would do anything for me. And being with me is a sacrifice, right? So the least I can do is give her the official title. It works for both of us. It’s good for both of us.”

You still can’t comprehend it. It seems so incongruous with who you know him to be: protective, warm, unconventionally noble. “You pressured Becca into getting an abortion?”

“It was her choice,” Aegon says weakly, knowing that he’d put an insurmountable weight on the scale.

“That’s a horrible thing to do.”

“I know,” Aegon snaps. “What do you want me to say? That I’m a fucking terrible person, that I’m a curse to everyone who cares about me? Sure, fine, okay, you got it. But to my knowledge I’m the only person in your corner, so let me help you for as long as I can.”

You shake your head; none of it makes sense. All of it is awful. They were right. I don’t belong here. “Why do you care about what happens to me?”

“Because you’re kind, and you’re gentle, and you’re real, and you want this for the right reasons, and I’m not going to let anybody beat that out of you.”

You swallow noisily. “I feel really guilty.”

“I’m sorry,” Aegon says, and he seems to mean it.

“I don’t think it’s fair to let Becca go through with the wedding without knowing that we just hooked up in your office.”

Aegon raises his eyebrows and shrugs uneasily. “Look, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but Becca wouldn’t want to know.”

“Why? Do you have some kind of arrangement?” Like my parents do. “She doesn’t concern herself with your cheating as long as she doesn’t have to see the evidence?”

“I mean, has she ever used those exact words? No. But I think that’s pretty close to how she feels.”

You nibble on a fry. Your eyes are downcast, your words hushed. With one index finger, you draw stars in the sand. “That’s so sad.”

Aegon sighs, defeated. “Do you want to ride with me to the Marvel audition or do you want to drive yourself? It’s on Friday.”

“I don’t want you there at all.”

“Well, I’m going to be there. But I can try to stay out of your way.”

You’re sulking. “Why do you have to go?”

“In case something happens, obviously,” Aegon flares. “In case a director or an actor is a creep, in case they want you to do a dangerous stunt, it case they try to tell you to get surgery, in case they lie to you about the terms, in case a million other things go wrong. No one is going to listen to you, but because I’m a Targaryen they’ll listen to me.”

“You’re my hero,” you say sarcastically; it comes out more miserable than mean. You’ve never been good at cruelty. It’s not a language you speak.

“I’m the best you’ve got,” Aegon pitches back, and you sit with him in heavy silence under the sizzling afternoon sun for a long time, neither of you speaking, neither of you moving to leave.

An hour later, back in Elysian Park, Aegon parks his Sebring curbside and says Brandon will text you the address for the Marvel audition. You thank him briskly and impersonally. Aegon jogs up the concrete steps and into his half-duplex; you begin walking down the sidewalk towards where you parked your 2003 Honda Accord this morning. You are most of the way there when you see her approaching: long dark hair, wide-leg jeans, bridal white crop top, carrying a massive bakery box. Becca is beaming and humming to herself, but when she spots you she jolts to a halt.

“Hi, Becca!” you say very cheerfully, overcompensating.

“Hey,” she replies flatly, then goes to pass you, heading towards Aegon’s office.

“Wait, sorry, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Reluctantly, Becca stops and peers at you, agitated, guarded, unwelcoming. “What? I’m busy. I have wedding cake samples for Aegon to taste.”

“Oh neat, that’s so fun!”

She glares at you, waiting.

“Okay,” you start. “Um….well…I just wanted to…um…Becca, there’s something I feel like I need to confess to you, and I want to profusely apologize because even though it wasn’t planned, I still knew better and I should never have—”

“You people,” Becca hisses, and you gape at her, bewildered.

“Sorry, what?”

“Always trying to break us up,” she seethes hatefully, defiantly. “Always trying to tear us apart. You think you matter enough to jeopardize what Aegon and I have? He comes home to me, always, and no one can change that. You think I don’t know loving a man like that means having to share him with the world? I know it. But you should know you’ll never get to keep him.”

“No, Becca, that’s not—”

“And if he was going to leave me, he has better options than you.”

Her hands are full, but she lowers a shoulder and shoves you hard with it, and you go stumbling backwards, your feet twisting out of your wedges. Pain bolts up through your left ankle and you yelp as you collapse onto the front lawn of a small yellow house. When you look up at Becca, staggered and appalled, she is sashaying swiftly up the sidewalk and is already halfway to Aegon’s office. You grab your wedges and limp to your Honda on bare feet, the concrete beneath them searing under the arid southwest sun.

The apartment is empty, Baela getting drinks with her L.A. friends before jetting off to Paris next week, Jace at one of his infrequent PhD classes. You grab an ice pack from the freezer and shuffle clumsily to your room, flop down onto your bed, apply the ice pack to your throbbing, swollen ankle.

“This day fucking sucks,” you mutter to nobody. Then you turn on your laptop and open Spotify in one tab. You recall seeing a lot of Alanis Morissette in Aegon’s playlist, and you find one of the few songs of hers you already know because it’s your mom’s favorite: You Learn.

As you listen, mulling over Aegon and his mazelike contradictions, it occurs to you that maybe losing his father at such a young age did something to him, scarred him, traumatized him, made him terrified of letting people get too close. Perhaps that is a baseless assumption. Perhaps you are desperate to make excuses for him, to believe that there’s still hope for the two of you.

How old did Aegon say he was when his dad died? In college? That could mess someone up.

Wikipedia once told you that Viserys Targaryen passed away at his Malibu home after a long illness. Was it bad? It had to be, right? A disease that was torturously slow and horrific for the whole family. An experience that wounded Aegon somewhere deep and immutable.

You Google: Viserys Targaryen cancer. There are no relevant results. You try again.

Viserys Targaryen Alzheimer’s

Viserys Targaryen ALS

Viserys Targaryen multiple sclerosis

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

You roll over and stare up at your bedroom ceiling, listening to Alanis Morissette’s serrated mezzo-soprano twang, and whatever is required to be taken seriously as an artist—to make people see you, to make people listen, to earn the privilege of not spending forty years impersonating someone who never feels the siren call of other lives—she has it.

Maybe there’s no profound explanation for why Aegon is marrying Becca. Maybe he really is a fuckboy like Baela said.

Maybe he just doesn’t like you enough.

[grimoireofhayley]

Eyes Like Fire

Leon Kennedy x Bioweapon!Reader

Summary: Leon dug into your past, finding out you are a bioweapon; he confronts you? (I don’t know how to summarize it, lol.)

Warnings: Implied torture, trauma, wounds, supernatural abilities, fluff and LOTS of it. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 6k

Inspired by Sleep Tokens, Take Me Back to Eden, “My, my, those eyes like fire. I’m a winged insect you’re a funeral pyre”

“What is it?” You raise an eyebrow, turning off the radio in your car. “I understand that this isn’t just a casual conversation you’re looking for.”

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You were perceptive, that much was for sure. No beating around the bush with you.

Leon spoke with sincerity and a tad of hesitation in his voice, "Honestly, I... I wanted to ask you some questions."

“About what exactly?” You muttered.

Leon paused, trying to find the right words.

There was so much he wanted to know, about everything.

The scars on your back, the years of confinement, your escape, the video Hunnigan showed him. He wanted to ask you about it all, to understand everything.

But this wasn't the place for such a long, deep conversation. And Leon wasn't sure if you would open up to him about any of it.

So he focused on the most pressing matter, the one that had been weighing on his mind the most.

"About those scars on your back..." He hesitated, meeting your gaze, his expression serious.

This wasn't an easy topic.

He knew it wasn't something he should ask you about. Hell, it probably wasn't even his business.

But he couldn't stop himself. The sight of those scars... had changed him in ways he couldn't even begin to understand. They were a part of you, they represented your history, your pain, your trauma.

He needed to know.

“Every day of my confinement, I was subjected to whippings if I showed even the slightest sign of disobedience.” You sighed, averting your gaze.

Leon's heart squeezed with sadness as you spoke.

Every word, every sentence, made that pit in his stomach grow deeper and deeper.

The idea of someone doing that to you... to a person who was only a minor... it sent a wave of anger coursing through his veins.

A righteous fury.

You were only sixteen, barely just started your teenage years.

Leon clenched his fist, his voice tight with emotional pain and anger. "How long?"

“Up until I turned 18.” You stared ahead.

‘Of course it was… ‘ He thought, that was the age you escaped, he remembered reading it in the report.

Leon understood the gravity of your words. You had been taken prisoner, tortured for years, and subjected to experiment; they had turned you into a bioweapon, he also remembered that in the report he read.

He had viewed the once classified information and graphic video; the one where you had been exposed, naked and in a state of rage, but you managed to break free, leading to the demise of an entire bioterrorist group that had been holding you captive.

A bioweapon they had created, only to turn against them…

Leon's heart pounded in his chest.

Until you were 18...

That would have been over 2 years of torture, confinement, beatings. The thought was unbearable, especially considering you were just a child at the start.

Leon swallowed the growing lump in his throat, "What... what happened afterwards?"

“You saw the video, Leon, you already know what happened.” You tsked, gripping my steering wheel.

Leon nodded.

Yeah, he had seen the video. He had watched it over and over in the past few minutes, replaying the scene in his mind.

He had watched you break out of your confinement, watched you fight and rip apart those who had tortured and abused you for years.

Leon swallowed again, his voice a soft whisper, “Your first experience of liberation was pure rage—a rage directed at those who had wronged you.”

You only nod, side-eyeing him.

Leon frowned, his mind going back to the video.

You had been so angry, so feral... almost like a wild animal cornered by hunters.

And with your powers... you'd been able to break free, to fight back against your captors and escape their confinement.

He had to commend you for that. Even if it was by sheer anger alone, you had broken your bonds and gained your freedom.

Leon took a deep breath, his voice trembling with emotion, "What..." He paused for a moment, trying to steady his voice,"What went through your mind as you broke out? How did you feel?"

“I was in a state of rage and hatred.” You spoke, your voice filled with haunt and vice; recalling how you instinctively reached for the axe that was locked up, unleashing a torrent of brutality upon your adversaries.

Leon felt a chill run down his spine as you spoke.

The intensity... the ferocity in your voice...

Leon remembered the scene in his mind; you, breaking out of your cell, grabbing an axe, and just... going crazy on them, it was a bloodbath.

It seemed almost primal, the way you reacted to your sudden freedom. Leon could only imagine what you had felt like.

Leon sighed, his eyes downcast.

He had seen it all in the video, he had the imagery lodged into his head.

The rage, the violence...

It was all there, in front of his eyes.

But he wanted to hear it from you, to know what it felt like for you.

“How... long did it take you to calm down afterwards?" Leon asked, his voice quiet and heavy.

“I never did…” You trail, “I mean, not for awhile, I was stuck in overdrive..”

Leon nodded, his expression thoughtful.

That was understandable.

After years of confinement and abuse, it would make sense that you would be in 'overdrive.'

It would take more than just a single incident of escape to bring you down from that kind of anger, that kind of trauma.

Leon frowned, still caught up in his thoughts.

He could only imagine how you had felt, stuck in that state of fury and aggression.

Leon wanted to reach out, to place his hand on yours and offer some comfort.

But he knew better.

Instead, he spoke, his voice soft and sincere, “How did you finally calm down, then?"

“Booze, drugs… and a lot of it.” You admitted, shaking your head slightly.

Leon's eyebrows rose in surprise.

He hadn't expected that answer.

But, it made sense.

Drinking and drugs, two things that could help you forget, if only temporarily, the pain and suffering of your past.

Leon swallowed, his voice still soft, though a bit hesitant, "You... you don't do that anymore, do you?"

“No.” You turned your head to face him. “As a human-bioweapon, I developed a tolerance to it relatively quickly, rendering it less effective, and I lost interest.”

You released the grip on the steering wheel, your gaze fixed on him. “In reality, my sole purpose is work, taking the responsibility of inflicting pain upon the enemies for information for the DSO and BSAA… I buried myself in that.”

Leon nodded, his expression serious.

He wasn't surprised that you had developed a tolerance to alcohol and drugs.

It made sense, considering you were technically a human-bioweapon.

Leon understood the nature of your work, the things you did for DSO and BSAA. He knew you weren't just some innocent, helpless woman.

You were ruthless, you were efficient, you were dangerous.

Leon swallowed the lump in his throat.

Leon spoke, his voice calm, "That work... it takes a toll, doesn't it?"

He was asking more for his own sake than for yours.

Leon wanted to know, needed to know, if it affected you the way it would have affected him.

The work you did, it seemed brutal, gruesome, and damaging.

“My cognitive processes are distinct due to genetic modifications.” You remind him, your brain wasn’t wired the same after the sheer torture and experimentation you endured.

“You have seen my files, watched the video, and all other information…Given this knowledge, why are you asking further?”

Leon raised an eyebrow, surprised by the blunt question.

It caught him off guard, but he should have expected it.

You were straightforward.

Leon swiped his thumb over his lip, his voice softer, "I... I suppose I wanted to hear it direct from you."

Leon ran a hand through his hair, meeting your gaze, "The files, the video... they only say so much, but I wanted to hear your side of it."

“Do I frighten you?” You inquired, suddenly addressing him. Your expression, which had previously been composed and stoic, suddenly softened and became slightly somber.

Leon paused, caught off guard by the question.

Frighten him?

It was a logical question.

You were an enhanced human-bioweapon. You possessed incredible strength, powers, and skill. On paper, you should be terrifying.

But you... you didn't frighten him.

Leon shook his head, meeting your gaze, his voice sincere, “No." He answered softly. "No you don't."

Leon let out a sigh, his voice quiet yet honest, "I'll admit... you should frighten me, on paper, at least..."

Leon leaned against the side of your car, his gaze flickering to your scars that were covered by your blouse then back to your eyes, "But... you don't."

Leon's heart beat faster in his chest. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about you... something that had him hooked.

“Why?” You simply asked.

Leon frowned, trying to put his feelings into words.

Why didn't you scare him?

Leon took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"I... I'm not sure." He admitted truthfully.

He was silent for a long moment, searching for the reason.

Leon looked at you, his gaze sincere, "Maybe... I guess... I feel the urge… to protect you."

“I can protect myself…” You mumble, turning your head away.

Leon nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He knew you could protect yourself, that was clear by your training and capabilities.

Leon spoke, his voice gentle, "I know you can. That was clear in the file, and clear by your fighting skills."

He paused, his gaze lingering on your scars for a moment, "But that doesn't mean I don't want to protect you myself."

“You are aware I have a constant target on my back, right?” Your mouth formed a thin line.

Leon's heart squeezed at your words.

Of course, he was aware that you were a target.

But he didn't care.

Leon took a deep breath, his voice steady despite the rising emotions inside him,"Yeah…" he murmured, his eyes fixed on you, "I'm aware of that."

“Then why?” You asked again.

Leon gulped, unsure how to put his words into a proper sentence.

Why?...

Why did he want to protect you?

Why did that feeling keep gnawing at him, deep down inside?

Leon took a deep breath, his voice hesitant, yet honest again, “I... I don't know..."

Leon ran a hand through his hair again, his gaze on yours, "I can't explain it. But I… I can't ignore that feeling."

Leon felt the growing realization that he couldn't deny his feelings anymore.

Despite his better judgement, Leon couldn't deny that he felt deeply protective of you.

His heart thundered in his chest as he looked at you, taking in the scars on your back, the intensity of your gaze.

Leon swallowed, his voice soft, "I can't ignore that feeling, and... I don't want to."

“I possess the ability to transform into a lethal bioweapon. Do you not understand the potential danger I pose, capable of swiftly severing your spine with a single, powerful motion?”

“Potential danger." Leon emphasized.

Yeah, you could transform into a bioweapon, a fearsome one, at that.

You could probably snap his neck or cut his spine out quickly.

Leon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

He knew. He understood.

But it didn't change how he felt.

Leon spoke, his voice steady, and almost… defiant, "I'm well aware. I still don't care."

Your efforts to isolate him appeared unsuccessful, prompting you to resign yourself to the situation with a sigh, god, he was stubborn.

Leon cracked a small smile at your sigh.

He was getting through to you, he could tell, even if you didn't want to admit it.

Leon pushed himself off the side of your car, crossing his arms over his chest, “You can try to convince me you're some sort of... monster. But it's not gonna work." He spoke, his voice low and firm.

“But I am a monster.”

Leon's heart clutched at your words.

"No..." He murmured.

Leon stepped forward, closer to you.

"You're not a monster. No matter what you think, or what you were made to be..." Leon paused, his voice sincere, "You're not a monster, and I will not treat you like one."

Leon stepped closer to you, his heart in his throat, as he leaned against the window to your car.

He was taking a leap now, going with his gut on this one.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing against your shoulder, “I don't care if you're a bioweapon or not. I don't care about the scars on your back. They don't scare me. You don't scare me."

Leon's voice was smooth, even though his heart was pounding in his chest.

“I should.” You replied.

Leon's hand lingered on your shoulder, his voice serious, "But you don't."

Leon swallowed, his heart beating faster.

He wanted to take things a little further, to see how far your self-defence would go.

He spoke, his voice careful, "I want to try something."

Leon held your gaze, his hand still on your shoulder.

He had to test this theory. He had to know if you responded to human touch.

Leon leaned in slightly, bringing his face closer to yours, his expression sincere and honest, "Will you… humour me?"

Leon was acutely aware of the risks he was taking.

You were a bioweapon, a force that should be feared. And he, a simple human, was pushing the limits, trying to push you, to test the boundaries.

Leon pulse raced and waited for your response.

“Huh?” Your eyes widened slightly, confused.

Leon's heart skipped a beat as he watched confusion cross your eyes.

He could sense the hesitation, the wariness in your gaze.

Leon bit his lip, knowing he had to tread carefully.

He spoke, his voice low, "Just… humour me, for a moment."

Leon's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned a little closer, his face just inches from yours.

He wanted to know, needed to know if you would react to human touch.

Leon's voice was sweet, "I'm going to touch your cheek, okay?"

Leon waited for your response, his gaze locked with yours.

He was taking a huge risk, putting himself in a very vulnerable position with you.

‘Please, just let me.’ He thought.

You nod, not completely understanding the gravity of the situation.

Leon breathed out a sigh of relief as you nodded, giving him permission to proceed.

His heart pounded a little harder, his pulse racing with anticipation. With a moment of hesitation, Leon reached out, touching the side of your cheek with his fingertips, ever so gently.

Inadvertently, you flinched and closed your eyes. No one has ever touched you before; you have only ever known pain.

Leon could tell you had flinched, and he could tell it was because you were not accustomed to touch.

His heart ached, aching to know that no one had ever touched you before without the intent of hurting you.

He was determined now, "Hey… let me try something. Keep your eyes closed."

You kept your eyes closed.

Leon took a deep breath, his heart in his throat.

He was really pushing it, but he couldn't stop now.

He needed to know if you would react to human touch.

Leon's fingertips traced up your cheek, brushing back a strand of hair, before running along your jawline.

He spoke again, "Feel that? My fingertips against your skin…"

Leon watched, his heart in his throat, as he stroked your cheek and jawline.

He could see the tension in your shoulders, the flicker of uncertainty in your expression. He wanted you to see how human touch was supposed to feel.

Leon knew you had felt pain and only pain.

But he wanted to show you that there was more to touch than pain, than torture.

Leon smiled slightly, "Just feel it. Feel my fingertips against your skin."

A faint blush crept across your cheeks, and your shoulders remained tense, but they gradually relaxed against the seat of the driver’s chair. Your fingers twitched slightly, tapping against the side of the car.

Leon could see the faint blush on your cheeks, a gentle flush of color. The tension in your shoulders had dropped, just enough to let him know that you weren’t uncomfortable.

He could see the slight movement in your fingers, tapping against the side of the car.

Leon spoke again, a small smile tugging at his lips again, "Relax. Just relax. Enjoy this."

Leon trailed his fingertips down your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline before moving to the soft skin of your neck.

“W-What are you trying to do, exactly?” You stammered.

Leon paused for a moment, his fingers resting against the soft skin of your neck.

He could hear the confusion in your words, and he could tell you weren’t quite sure what all of this was.

Leon answered you, "I’m trying… to show you something. Something you should have had a long time ago."

Leon's fingers gently traced the curvature of your neck, his touch slow and soft.

He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes were tightly shut, the way your shoulders were still slightly tensed, even as they relaxed against the seat.

Leon realized that you needed to feel. You needed to experience. You needed to know what good touch felt like.

Leon took a deep breath, his voice steady, "Let me show you." He breathed, as he leaned in closer.

Leon's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing with anticipation.

He was risking a lot by trying this.

But he wasn't doing this for himself. He didn't want you to fear human touch. He wanted you to know what it felt like to be touched gently, without threat or pain.

Leon leaned in even closer, his fingers still tracing the side of your neck. He could feel your skin warming under his touch, and he was almost certain he could see a faint blush on your cheeks.

His touch evoked a sense of unfamiliarity within you, triggering the awakening of your supernatural abilities. In response, the radio automatically turned on, its frequency oscillating rapidly between high and low levels. Concurrently, the interior lights of your car began to flicker in response to the electromagnetic fluctuations.

Leon blinked, surprised by the sudden activation of your abilities.

He could sense the change, the shift in the air as your powers surged.

He could perceive the rapid fluctuation of the radio frequency, as well as the flickering of the interior car lights. Leon knew what it meant - you were responding.

Leon but his lip.

He knew he was taking a risk, but he continued with it.

Leon leaned in even closer, his fingers trailing along the curve of your neck and up towards your jaw.

He could see the tension releasing from your shoulders, the tension in your face slowly fading.

Leon could sense the good feelings emanating from you, and he felt a surge of pride.

He was not going to stop now.

Leon's fingers continued to trace along the curve of your neck and up towards your jaw, his touch remaining gentle and slow.

He could feel your body responding to his touch, as you began to relax even more.

Leon leaned in even closer, his voice soft, yet kind

"Feel that? The softness of my fingertips against your skin?"

As the flickering lights ceased, the soothing melody of the quieter frequencies enveloped you, inducing a state of tranquility.

Your body responded to Leon’s touch in unexpected ways, a symphony of sensations that transcended your comprehension.

You were accustomed to excruciating pain, not the gentle and delicate touch Leon was imparting.

Leon smiled as he heard the quieter frequency play, feeling your body relax even more. He could tell you were feeling something, something good.

Leon continued to trail his fingertips along your neck, tracing the soft skin, before gently caressing the curve of your jawline.

He watched you closely, trying to gauge your reaction, your emotions. Leon could tell you were responding, reacting to his touch.

His heart skipped a beat as he continued, "How does that feel?"

Gradually, you opened your eyes, but your customary (e/c) irises had transformed into a warm, vibrant reddish-yellow hue. Evoking the essence of fire, they exuded an alluring beauty without any malevolent intent.

Leon's heart skipped a beat at the sight of your transformed orbs, his breath catching in his chest. He had never seen anything like it. The color was vibrant, beautiful and dangerous looking, like a raging fire or a burning sun.

Leon swallowed, his voice low but steady, "Your eyes… they're…"

A faint blush crept up your neck as you hastily turned away, opening the sunvisor to reveal your eyes.

Leon paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your cheeks flushed with colour, the glow of your irises, the intensity of your gaze.

He gulped again, his heart racing, as the frequency sounded. Leon could feel the weight of his own feelings crashing over him, the intensity of the moment.

God, you were beautiful…

Leon licked his lips, trying to compose himself.

Your skin turned pale, exposing the subtle alterations occurring. The only discernible change was the intense, sun-like eyes, and the way your teeth took a slightly-sharper edge. You grasped your cheeks and stared into the mirror.

You detested what you saw, yet it was an integral part of you now. With Leon’s touch, so tender and gentle, your body responded…

Leon watched as your skin paled, the subtle changes happening before his eyes.

He could see it all - the intensity of your eyes, the sharp edges of your teeth, the way you touched your cheeks, as if you were trying to claw the changes away.

Leon could tell you despised it, the things that made you different.

But Leon didn't.

He saw the beauty in your uniqueness, the beauty in the danger.

Leon watched as your pale hands touched your cheeks, your eyes full of contempt, your teeth bared...

His heart ached at the sight. He could feel the weight of your emotions, the pain and hatred you felt towards yourself.

Leon wanted to reach out and touch you, to offer you comfort.

He wanted to tell you that you were more than what you were made to be, that you were more than what you felt you were.

Leons hand twitched, as he fought the urge to reach out and comfort you.

He could sense the hatred, the self contempt you felt over your supernatural enhancements, but it paled in comparison to what he was feeling.

He wanted to touch you, to hold you, to comfort you. To tell you that you were beautiful, that the power that hummed under your skin was beautiful and powerful. That you were so much more than a bioweapon…

You blinked, your lashes curled upwards, revealing vibrant shades of red, yellow, and orange. Their radiance intensified, almost matching the brilliance of the sun.

Leon's heart skipped a beat as your lashes curled upwards, revealing the vibrant shades of your eyes.

He was taken aback by the intensity of your gaze, the glow of your hues.

Leon had never seen eyes like that before, and he had never felt the way he was feeling at that moment.

Leon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to steady his heart, which was racing in his chest. The feeling was foreign to him, but not unwelcome.

Your fingers trembled against your face, and the overwhelming sensation of disgust consumed you as you engaged in a fierce internal struggle, gazing into the reflective surface of the mirror.

Leon watched as your fingers trembled, your expression one of disgust as you gazed into the reflection of the sunvisor mirror.

Leon could sense the turmoil within, the self-loathing that was taking a hold of you. The feeling of disgust etched itself into your features as you stared at your reflection, the image of the changes, the alien traits of yourself.

Leon quickly opened the car door, his heart racing with the need to comfort you. He leaned in, his fingers deftly unbuckling the seatbelt that secured you to the seat. He couldn't stand to see you struggling like this, to see the self-loathing written across your expressions.

Your eyes widened, shocked at his actions.

Leon's heart pounded in his chest as your eyes grew in response to his actions. He moved closer, leaning in to gingerly undo your seatbelt, his fingers working with practiced precision. Finally, the buckle released, the strap sliding off your shoulder as Leon freed you from the confines of the seat.

He paused, his gaze meeting yours. He could see the mixture of surprise and uncertainty in your eyes.

He wanted to tell you it was okay, that he wasn't going anywhere, that he was staying right here.

"Come here."

Leon reached towards you, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists, trying to bring you closer.

He wanted you close, wanted you in his arms, wanted to comfort you, to protect you. To show you that you were safe, that you were not a monster.

Leon spoke again, "Come closer. Please. Let me hold you."

Leon could feel your hesitation, the uncertainty in your eyes.

But he didn't let go. He didn't back away.

He just held onto your wrists, holding them tightly, gently pulling you closer, "Please. Just… just come here." Leon's grasp on your wrists was gentle yet firm, wanting to reassure you, to show you that he was here.

He wanted so badly to hold you, to comfort you, to protect you.

He spoke again, his voice softer and more urgent, "Please… just come closer. You need this, you need me. Let me hold you."

Your eyes emitted a radiant glow, flickering with increasing intensity and brilliance.

Leon could see the glow emanating from your eyes, the way they glowed even brighter in response to his gentleness.

His heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing as he saw your reaction to him, to his touch.

Leon pulled you even closer, his fingers gripping your wrists a little bit tighter. He swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest, as he spoke softly, yet quickly, "Come here. Come closer. Let me hold you. Please.."

Leon could see the intensity in your eyes, the way they glowed with a fierce fire.

He could feel the tension in your body, the tension that had built up from years of confinement, from years of pain.

Leon was determined to comfort you, to show you what it felt like to be held.

"Sweetheart…”

You moved closer, though, reluctance was still evident.

Leon's heart skipped a beat again as you reluctantly moved closer, closing the distance between the two of you.

He could see the hesitation still in your eyes, in the way you held yourself. But he could also see the flicker of trust, the way your defenses were lowering, if only a little.

Leon took a deep breath, his own body tense with the desire to hold you.

His voice was demanding, but alluded only care.

"Closer…"

You moved closer.

Leon swallowed as you moved closer, feeling the warmth of your body against his. He could feel the tension in your muscles, the way your body held itself tightly, as if waiting for pain or something worse.

He could tell you were still on edge, that you were still skeptical of his intentions…..

"Closer, darling.” His voice was low.

As you averted your gaze, your eyes emitted an even more radiant glow, almost reaching the threshold of blinding light. The flame-like hues intensified with each laboured breath, each movement, each touch, and each word coming from Leon.

Leon watched, mesmerized, as the flames in your eyes grew brighter with each deliberate movement, every breath you took, every word he uttered.

The heat coming from your irises was almost too intense to withstand, yet Leon continued. He couldn't stop, he couldn't look away.

His own heart beating faster and faster in his chest, "Closer, sweetheart.. please?”

For a brief moment, you lowered your gaze, closing your eyes. Your hair cascaded down your face as the radio frequencies intensified, and the lampposts in your vicinity to flicker.

Leon's heart pounded against his chest, the sound of the flickering lampposts and the increase in radio frequencies filling the air.

His body was tense with anticipation as he watched you close your eyes. Leon could feel the electric charge in the air, the power of your abilities starting to manifest.

Leon took a deep breath, his heart racing as he whispered again, “Please, sweetheart… just come here. Closer.”

Leon let out a soft gasp as you suddenly lurched forward, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you in response, one of his hands burying itself into your hair, the other resting against the curve of your lower back.

Leon buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of you, the feeling of you against him, "There you go, darling…”

Leon's heart ached as he held you in his arms, the feeling of your body pressed against him, the feeling of your arms around him.

It was a feeling he'd never thought he'd experience, the feeling of holding someone close, of being held.

He needed this, just as much as you did.

Leon took a deep breath, fighting back the feeling of tears that threatened to well up in his eyes.

“Why?” You inquired, your voice muffled against his chest. The flickering lights and the incessant sound of frequencies dying down. “Why did you do it? Touch me in such a manner? Why did you desire to hold me so tightly?”

Leon swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest, as he listened to your muffled voice against his chest.

His grip on you tightened as he responded, his voice low and sincere, his words resonating with the truth, "Because you deserve it. You deserve to be touched gently, to be held. You deserve to be cared for, and to be shown that you're more than just what some awful organization tried to make you. You're not a monster... you're someone I care about. A lot."

Leon's body hummed with the need to hold you closer, to protect you from the world that feared you and the organization that used you.

He took a deep breath, the feeling of you against him, the feeling of your body pressed against his.

Leon swallowed again, trying to control the emotions coursing through his body, "Because... I care about you. Because you deserve care. Because you're not a monster, you're not some tool for someone else's purposes. You're a person. A person that doesn't deserve the pain and suffering that has been inflicted on you."

Leon leaned back a little, just enough to look into your eyes, wanting to drive his point home.

His voice was low, his tone filled with love.

"You're not a monster. You're not a weapon. You're a person. A person who deserves to be cared for, to be treated gently and respectfully. And I care about you, sweetheart. A lot."

The feeling of his heart racing, his pulse quickening. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently caressing your scalp.

Leon could see the glow in your eyes dimming, the fiery colors becoming warmer and more subdued.

He could feel your body relaxing, the tension easing out of your muscles ever so slightly. Leon smiled a little, feeling the progress he'd made.

His fingertips traced along your scalp, gently running through your hair, hoping to make you relax even more.

Leon's smile widened a little as he felt you relax even more in his grip, the tension in your body softening just a little bit.

He could feel you against him, your body slowly giving in to the comfort of being held, the comfort of being cared for.

Leon swallowed again, his heart aching as he spoke again, his words soft, yet firm.

"You're not a monster, sweetheart. You're a person who deserves gentle treatment. You've been hurt enough. You've been abused enough. You deserve… tenderness, you deserve love.”

Leon's heart ached as he spoke, his voice still low and sincere, trying to push the message through to you, "You deserve so much more than what you've been given. More than the pain and suffering, more than the torture and confinement."

Leon's hand moved from your scalp, gently grasping your chin, lifting your face towards his, his eyes meeting yours, trying to make you see how much he meant what he said.

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked into your eyes and saw your pupils dilate, slitting in a cat-like manner.

His gaze wandered from the intensity of your eyes, down to your parted lips, his own pulse quickening at the mere sight of them.

His fingers gently touched your chin, the pad of his thumb brushing against your lower lip ever so softly.

Leon ran his thumb over your lower lip, feeling the soft, velvety texture of your skin, the way your parted lips invited him in.

His pulse quickened, his head starting to spin with how close you were to him, how intimate this moment felt. Leon swallowed hard, trying to maintain control. He spoke again, his voice hoarse, yet somehow steady.

"(Y/n)…Sweetheart…”

His thumb still traced the outline of your lips, feeling your warm breath against his skin.

Every cell in his body craved more, wanted more of you, yet he fought to restrain himself, fighting to keep his feelings under control.

Leon's hands cupped your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palms. He leaned in a bit closer, his voice soft, yet steady, as he spoke again.

"Can I… can I kiss you?"

Your eyes flickered a bright glow for moment as you nodded.

Leon's heart skipped a beat at your response, as your eyes flickered with a beautiful glow.

His fingers ran down to the hollow of your neck, feeling the pulse there, feeling your heart beating against his palm.

His own excitement rising as he leaned in, closing the distance between you.

Leon’s lips brushed against yours in a gentle, delicate kiss, his eyes drifting closed as the world seemed to fall away around them.

Leon's lips were soft and gentle as they brushed against yours, the world around them seeming to dissolve.

His heart pounded in his chest as he felt your lips pressed against his, as he felt your body respond to his touch.

Leon's fingers brushed along the soft skin of your neck, feeling your pulse, feeling the heat of your body against his.

He pulled you closer, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in this moment, in this kiss, nothing else mattered.

Leon's heart pounded in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his fingertips grazing along the curve of your jaw, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer still.

He could feel you against him, could feel the way you responded to his touch.

Leon wanted this moment to last, wanted to lose himself in the feeling of your lips, your body, your heat.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that…" He quickly uttered.

He held you close, his lips now back on yours, the feeling of you against him, the way you responded to his touch.

“You have no idea…”

Leon's hand slid from your jaw to the smooth curve of your neck, pulling you even closer. He wanted to make the moment last, to savor every second, every touch, every feeling.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Imagine Hydra coming back after Bucky’s adopted daughter when she is walking home from school (Bucky definitely told her NOT to walk home, that he or another Avenger would pick her up because of the risk, but she walked home to the Avengers HQ anyway)

Not Worth The Risk » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with the Avengers

Summary: Bucky tells you not to walk home from school cause it’s a risk, but you do it anyway and you quickly learn why it’s a risk to walk home.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, HYDRA, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: This is different from what I normally write so I decided to give it a try. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Y/N, hurry up or you’ll be late for school.” Bucky says, walking in your bedroom.

“I’m ready.” You say as you finished tying your shoes.

You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, following your dad out to the car.

“Dad, can I walk home from school today?” You asked.

“No.” Bucky answers, opening the car door.

“Why not?” You asked. “Some of my friends are walking home.” You say.

“I’m not your friends’ dad. I’m your dad and I told you, no.” He says.

You huffed and got in the car. Bucky got in the car and started it.

“Can you at least tell me why?” You asked.

“It’s too much of a risk.” He says.

“How’s walking home from school a risk?” You asked.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you, doll.” He says.

“Oh ok.” You say quietly.

Bucky pulled up to the school. You grabbed your backpack and got out of the car. He rolled down the window and called out for you.

“Have a good day at school, doll. I love you.” Bucky says.

“I love you too, dad.” You say.

You walked along the sidewalk of the school and went inside. You were greeted by your friends.

“Did you ask your dad if you can walk home from school with us?” Your friend asks.

“He said no. I think I should listen to him.” You say.

“What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Another one of your friends say.

You thought about it for a second. You know you shouldn’t be the kid who doesn’t listen to their parents. In a way, your friend is right. What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Ok. I’ll walk home with you guys.” You finally say.

The bell rang and everyone went to class. After school, you walked home with your friends. You were about halfway to the Avengers compound when all of your friends went their separate ways to go home. You were the only one left to get home.

You walked down a shady looking street when something didn’t feel right. It felt like someone was watching and following you. It was a gut feeling. Your gut feeling was right. Before you knew it, you were grabbed from behind and a hand with a cloth was put over your mouth. Your screams were muffled by the hand. You tried to fight the person of, but you grew weak and passed out.

“Who’s picking Y/N up from school today?” Bucky asks as he walks in the lounge room.

“Me.” Wanda said as she walked in the room. “She wasn’t there.” She says.

“What do you mean she wasn’t there? Where is she?” He asks.

“The school said she walked home with her friends.” She tells him.

Bucky scoffs and shook his head.

“She knows better not to do that.” Bucky says.

Bucky rubs his hands over his face and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out where you might be.

“Where would she be?” Bucky says more to himself.

“Don’t you have some kind of parent app on your phone that shows you Y/N’s location?” Steve asks.

“Yes I do.” He says.

Bucky got his phone out of pocket and went on the app. Your location popped up within a few seconds. Bucky furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Why would she be downtown? She knows not to go down there unless if she’s with one of us.” Bucky says.

“I can get the precise location if you want.” Natasha suggests.

“Do it.” He says.

Natasha got on a computer and looked for your precise location, which took a few minutes.

“Got it.” She said. “It looks like she’s in some kind of lab that’s now abandoned.” She says.

“Why would she be exploring an abandoned lab?” Tony asks.

Bucky’s eyes went wide and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

“HYDRA.” Bucky said. “They have my daughter.” He says.

Bucky felt himself beginning to panic. You not listening to what he said this morning is the last thing on his mind.

“Suit up and get your weapons. Y/N needs our help.” Bucky says.

“Buck, we can’t go there without a plan.” Steve says.

“My plan is to save my daughter from the people who keep trying to ruin my life.” He says. “Are you guys going to help me or not?” He asks.

“We’ll help you.” Steve says.

The Avengers nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, you woke up in some kind of lab. The room was dimly lit. You looked around the room to gather your surroundings. You looked down, noticing that your arms and legs are tied to a chair.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself, yanking at the ropes.

You got startled when the door opened. A man in a white lab coat walked in the room, along with a few men dressed in all black tactical gear and had guns in their holsters.

“You’re awake!” The man in the lab coat says.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“That’s not important. What’s important is, you know someone who used to work for us.” He says.

You stared at the man in confusion. You had no clue who or what this man is talking about. Then you realized that he was talking about your dad.

“I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.” You say, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t play dumb. You know who and what I’m exactly talking about.” He says.

“What I do know is, my dad is going to be pissed when he finds out you guys kidnapped me.” You say.

All the man did was laugh at what you said.

“Ah yes, your father… the infamous Winter Soldier.” The man approached you and crouched down in front of you. “We know he adopted you a few years ago. So just give him up to us and we’ll set you free.” He says.

“No!” You say.

“Ok, suit yourself.” He stood up. “You guys know what to do.” He says to the HYDRA agents.

The agents nodded. Two of them held you against the chair so you couldn’t move. You watched the man in the lab coat pick up a syringe. Your eyes went eye. As you were about to start panicking, the door was busted down, revealing your dad and Steve. You felt relieved to see them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Captain America and the infamous Winter Soldier.” The man says.

“Give me my daughter.” Bucky demands.

The man chuckles and puts the syringe down.

“She was never your daughter. I don’t know why you would go through the trouble to save a child who isn’t biologically yours.” He says.

“Shut the fuck up!” Bucky shouts.

Bucky walks over to the man and knocks him out in one punch. That’s when the HYDRA agents held their guns at him. He fought them off with Steve’s help. Then he untied you from the chair.

“Are you ok, doll? Are you injured?” He asks, checking you for any injuries.

“N-No, I’m fine. I’m just a little shaken up.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Let’s get out of here.” Steve says.

You got on the quinjet with your dad and Steve, along with the rest of the Avengers. During the flight back to the compound, you had a feeling that your dad was mad at you for not listening to what he said. You avoided eye contact with him the whole flight.

When you guys got to the compound, everyone exited the quinjet. You made a beeline for your bedroom to avoid a lecture from your dad, but there’s no way you can escape that lecture now.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Bucky asks.

“My room.” You say.

“Not until we talk. Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the lounge room.

You walked in the lounge room and sat down on the couch. Bucky stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled.

“I need a better answer than “I don’t know”.” He says.

“My friends talked me into it.” You tell him. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You and uncle Steve walked home from school when you guys were my age.” You say.

“The deal is HYDRA. They weren’t a threat when him and I were teenagers, but they are now.” He said. “I told you multiple times not to walk home from school and to wait for me or one of the Avengers to pick you up.” He says.

You looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. Now, you feel guilt for not listening to him. You didn’t realize it was such a big deal.

“I’m sorry, dad.” You apologized, your eyes tearing up.

You stood up and walked out of the room, going straight to your room. Bucky was about to follow you, but Clint stopped him.

“Let her cool down for a little bit.” Clint says.

Bucky nods and went to the gym to cool down himself. He punched the punching bag for a little bit. You were in your room, laying on your bed and staring at the in front of you. Tears stained your cheeks. You thought about how you didn’t listen to what your dad said. You felt bad and should’ve listened to him. You now realize it wasn’t worth the risk to walk home from school. You got out of bed and went to find your dad to apologize to him again. You walked in the gym to see your dad punching a punching bag.

“Dad?” You say.

Bucky stopped what he was doing and turned around to see you standing a couple feet away from him. He seen tears stained on your cheeks.

“Hey, doll. What’s up?” Bucky asks.

Instead of saying anything, you walked over to him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. I was just curious about what it was like to walk home from school. I shouldn’t have let my friends talk me into it. I promise to listen better and it won’t happen again.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Doll, look at me please.” Bucky says softly.

You sniffled and looked up at your dad.

“I want you to understand that I’m doing everything in my power to protect you. When I say no to something and when something isn’t worth the risk, that’s me protecting you.” He says.

“I understand, dad.” You replied.

“You’re a good kid and I love you.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, dad.” You smiled, hugging him tightly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[jia127zen]

Mine to ruin

jungwoo x fem!reader

genre:smut, dacryphillia, jungwoo is a menace to say the least😭

any interactions are very appreciated🤍

Jungwoo knew you were ovulating. He always knew. You were extra touchy tonight, bumping your foot against his under the restaurant table, dragging your fingers along his wrist as you laughed at something he said. And the way you were looking at him? Eyes half-lidded, flicking down to his lips, then back up as you bit your own? Yeah, he knew.

You thought you were being subtle, but Jungwoo noticed everything. The way you leaned into him just a little too much, letting your chest brush against his arm, the way your thigh clenched every time his hand landed on your knee. He could feel the heat radiating off you, could hear those tiny, shaky exhales whenever he shifted closer.

And oh, was he having fun with it.

On the drive home, he let his palm rest on your thigh, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the fabric of your dress. He wasn’t doing much, but it was enough. Enough to make you squeeze your thighs together in frustration, enough to make you let out the tiniest little whimper when his fingers just barely grazed higher. He smirked, glancing at you at a red light—your lips were parted, your eyes hazy.

Oh, you were so worked up.

By the time you got home, you were beyond done. Every little thing about him was making you feral—his broad shoulders, the way his shirt sleeves were rolled up just enough to show off his forearms, his slightly tousled hair. Fuck. You were already thinking about how good he’d look above you, hair falling into his eyes as he fucked you into the mattress.

But Jungwoo? He was dragging this out.

You stomped into the bedroom, stripping off your dress in the bathroom, throwing on a tank top and shorts. When you walked back in, there he was—just sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone like he hadn’t spent the whole night making you drip for him.

Fuck that.

You stormed over, snatching his phone from his hands and slamming it onto the nightstand. “Are you acting oblivious, or are you just stupid?” you snapped, arms crossed over your chest.

Jungwoo blinked up at you, and then—that smile. That goddamn smile. “Baby, what are you talking about?” he asked, tilting his head, pretending to be confused.

You clenched your fists. “You know damn well what the fuck I’m talking about.” His smirk widened. “I don’t know, pretty,” he says, leaning back on his hands. “Use your words, maybe?”

Oh, he was such a fucking asshole.

Your eyes burned with frustration, your eyebrows furrowed, glossy sheen threatening to spill over. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking away, trying to blink the tears back—but of course, that only made it more obvious.

Jungwoo loved it. (his dick twitched) He took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, glinting with amusement. “Why are you crying, beautiful?” he cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

You let out a shaky exhale. “I’ve been wanting you the whole night, giving you hints, and yet you still wanna act like you’re fucking clueless.”

Jungwoo hummed, watching you with that insufferable smirk, before leaning in—close enough that his breath fanned against your lips. “Just—fuck me,” you finally broke, your voice barely above a whisper. His smirk deepened. “There,” he murmured. “Was that so hard?”

Then he patted his lap. “Sit.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You climbed onto him, straddling his thighs, immediately rolling your hips against his. The moment you felt the hard press of his cock through his pants, you let out a whimper. “Y/N,” he groaned, voice already strained. His hands found your hips, holding you firmly in place as you moved.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to get it off, and he chuckled, watching you struggle. “So needy,” he teased. “Shut up,” you muttered, unbuckling his belt. As soon as your hand brushed against his obvious bulge, he let out a low curse.

“I saw you get aroused when you saw me cry,” you murmured, palming him through his boxers. “Pervert.” Jungwoo smirked, tilting his head. “Only for you.” Then he leaned in, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the dried tear tracks on your cheeks.

His boxers hit the floor, and his cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum. You wasted no time, pulling your top over your head, unclipping your bra, and sliding your panties to the side. Jungwoo sucked in a breath when he saw the wet patch on your underwear. “What’s this?” he teased, brushing a finger over your clothed clit. “Already?”

You whined, rolling your hips into his touch.

That was all it took. He slid your panties further aside, lined himself up, and sank into you in one fluid motion. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, the sound low and needy, gripping your hips so hard you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. “Fuck, Y/N,” he panted. “So tight—shit.”

You clenched around him, moaning at the stretch, at the way he filled you up so perfectly.

Jungwoo started guiding your movements, lifting you up just enough before slamming you back down. “Just like that, pretty,” he murmured, eyes locked onto where you were connected. “So fucking good for me.” You whined his name, gripping his shoulders. “Faster,” you pleaded.

Something inside him snapped.

His grip tightened, and suddenly, he was pounding into you, thrusting up into you so hard you could barely keep yourself upright. His head fell back, lips parted in a breathless moan. “Y/N—fuck,” he whined, voice breaking as he drove into you over and over.

You buried your face in his neck, nails scratching down his back as pleasure built in your core. He was hitting so deep, so perfectly, and he knew it.

“Drive me fucking crazy,” he panted. “You’re so—shit—so good.” You could feel yourself unraveling, body trembling, moans turning into high-pitched whimpers.

“Jungwoo, I—”

“I got you, baby,” he groaned, thrusts growing erratic. His lips found yours, kissing you sloppy, desperate, swallowing every moan. And then—white-hot pleasure. You shattered, crying out his name as your orgasm crashed over you, body convulsing against him. Jungwoo cursed, grip tightening as he fucked you through it, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

With a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside you, moaning into your mouth as he came undone. His hips stuttered, and he buried his face in your shoulder, panting against your skin.

For a moment, the only sound was your heavy breathing.

Then Jungwoo pulled back, pressing the softest kiss to your temple. “You okay, pretty?” he murmured, brushing damp hair from your face.

You nodded, sighing as he held you close. Jungwoo smirked, voice teasing but so fond.

“Told you I’d take my time.”

♡

[dragon-susceptible]

Author's note: shadowsign is completely made up, and has no basis in any real-life sign language, somewhat by necessity as I don't know of any real world sign that only uses four fingers. This isn't meant to be a perfect representation of how sign language "translates" to spoken. Sign languages are languages unto themselves and just like translation between verbal languages, there are going to be connotations and double meanings that are different from one to the other, so very "literal" translations often aren't quite accurate to the meaning the speaker is trying to convey (see: many people's much more educated analysis of ASL in the cartoon and how the speaking characters interpret it). I've just done my best to give a basic portrayal of that.

Twenty years of this duty had made Runaan a light sleeper whenever he was outside the shelter of his home hollow - or his husband's arms - and he woke enough to be aware of it when Ram handed the night's watch over to Skor. He blinked through the darkness at them, confused for a moment. Since the addition of the children, they'd all been alternating tents; the princes stayed in the tent of the first watch, and they traded through the other five as the night went on. This time Skor showed his teeth at Ram for even ducking towards the tent he emerged from. Waking up a little further to look, it was clear enough as to why - he had been in Callisto's, and the wounded elf was still asleep inside.

As Skor went to sit on the watcher's perch and Ram obediently backed off and went to sleep in Skor's empty tent, Runaan sighed deep and low and pushed himself out of his bedroll. He needed to talk to his friend.

Skor was silent when Runaan sat down next to him, though he glanced over to acknowledge his approach.

"Callisto?" Runaan prompted softly.

Asleep. Skor signed.

Runaan raised an eyebrow at him. "Your throat?"

Shouting over the water.

"Ah." Runaan shifted to face him, to see his hands better. "So. Callisto is worth holding a numbing spell over, but when I needed stitches a year ago . . ."

Skor rolled his eyes. "You were fine." He signed pointedly.

"I am." Runaan agreed, but tilted his head at his friend. "But that isn't why this was different."

Skor didn't deny it, just cast his gaze back down from the tree to watch the occasional sign of the tracker they'd picked up over the course of the day. They had finally caught up a bit after night fell, though they weren't too daring getting closer.

Runaan watched him for a moment and then glanced back at the tent, which Skor had shut firmly behind him when he left it. He felt Skor's tension rise when he looked, and gave him another pointed look in response.

"Say what you want to say, Master of Blades." Skor signed with a flat look through his hair.

Runaan sighed. "You are both very dear friends of mine." He said softly. "I will not ask for details, because I do not want them if he comes to me. I will not be your go-between. But Skor, as your friend, I have to ask, are you happy?"

Skor looked at him sharply.

"You need connection so much more than he does." Runaan met his gaze. "Are you certain you're happy with the distance he keeps?"

His friend blinked at him and then looked back at the tent, then at the forest. "You know me well, but he knows me better," Skor replied carefully. "You are right that I need connection, but I have enough. He gives me the space to be who I am now. Yes, I am happy."

"Even with the distance he keeps from you?"

Skor closed his eyes briefly and sighed. "He is afraid of leaving someone to grieve. I am afraid of leaving someone I love. We aren't . . . We both need time to change, before we can be more than this, Runaan."

"You are already more than just friends, Skor. We all see it in how you care for each other."

"I know." Skor said, a bit sadly. "But committing is too dangerous for us both. We aren't you, Runaan, or Andromeda."

It was somewhat true that he and Andromeda were the odd ones out. Most assassins married within the guild, fought and died together, or remained unmated until they had left it. The problem was that Runaan knew how dedicated both Skor and Callisto were to the guild, and knew in his sinking heart that neither would ever leave it. "Will you wait forever for him?" he asked softly. "If you had a chance to retire, to have the family you wanted when you were young-"

"That chance is long gone, Runaan. I lost that dream when I was sixteen." Skor cut him off with a gesture, and touched his unmarked throat meaningfully. "Even if I left, had children, I would never be able to speak to them, tell them stories, sing them songs, the way I wanted to back then."

"A voice is not a requirement for fatherhood, Skor."

"No. But it was part of that dream. My hopes have changed, Runaan. Callisto is worth waiting for. If they are never ready, I will be all right, so long as I have them close to my heart." He touched the braid that Runaan knew Callisto had placed in his hair. "Maybe one day, my friend. But not yet. We aren't ready."

Runaan watched his face for a moment, seeing only sincerity, a bit of thoughtfulness, and sighed slowly. "I will not pry further. But things have not changed between you for nearly ten years, Skor. I truly hope you both find peace within yourselves, because watching you is beginning to be painful for me."

Skor smirked at him broadly. "Now you know how everyone else felt when Ethari moved to the Silvergrove."

Runaan rolled his eyes, but Skor wasn't done.

"And how Rayla feels whenever he shows to the training grounds with a new scar on his jaw from your horns."

"Yes, yes." Runaan's cheeks turned faintly pink under his tattoos and he cleared his throat. "I take your point."

"Not as much as you take -"

"I'm not listening to this anymore." Runaan pointedly looked away before Skor finished the sentence, and stood up from the branch. "I just wanted to check on you and this is how you betray me."

When he looked back down, Skor's smile was a little more sincere. "Thank you, my friend. I am all right, I promise."

"Good. Will you wake him for his turn on watch?"

"What do you take me for?"

"A man very much in love." Runaan replied bluntly, and his heart ached at how Skor's smile faded a little and he looked away. "Wake me early for mine, if you insist on letting him sleep. Do not exhaust yourself for him."

Skor nodded. "I will wake you."

"Good night, Skor. Moon watch over you."

Skor replied with an old, traditional sign that meant Moon watch over us all, and Runaan dropped down from the branch to return to his tent. While it comforted him that Skor seemed genuinely content with how things were, he still wished for a resolve to this dance his friends had been doing. They seemed all right, but it hadn't escaped his notice that Skor never said he was happy. Callisto never did, either.

He couldn't force them into it, though. He just hoped providing what little counsel he could would be enough.

[royalharmony]

She's still looking for something to watch when Autumn sits down next to her. The weight on the couch reminds her that she should.. try. Try to be somewhat kind or human or.. Aria swallows and offers her a smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It was great, thank you for helping. Lay down, please, if you will? Head here."

Aria pats the meat of her thigh, and moves one of the throw pillows over to provide a bit more extra comfort, just in case she might need it. When she does, she gestures towards the TV. "I'm not sure how long you were held at the auction house before I was able to buy you, so.. I thought maybe we might watch something together."

At this she clears her throat. "I'd like it to be a nightly thing." But not quite a rule. She doesn't want to force this, but it makes her feel weak to not make it an order. Shrugging that off, she allows her free hand to go to Autumn's hair, smoothing it back, drifting her fingers through the strands. On the television she finds something a bit comforting - Bridgerton - to watch, while she continues with her hand.

"Have you seen this?"

She moves from hair to the features of her face, a light fingertip down the bridge of her nose, memorizing where the bump falls - over the planes of her cheeks, her eyebrows , her forehead. She's not watching the show - she's watching Autumn and her reactions. Her cheeks, her nose, her temples..

A gentle thumb over her lower lip, then her chin,and along her jawline, lips again. She's beautiful - but Aria finds she doesn't want to voice that aloud, a lump in her throat simply at the thought of it.

Autumn tries to eat what she has instead of pick at things like she's always done before; she doesn't enjoy eating particularly, especially not in front of others, but she's also not about to shun food, or waste it, or otherwise insult Aria, intentionally or otherwise.

After Aria's finished, she excuses herself, and Autumn watches her move back to the kitchen, rinse her dish. She finishes her food - it's enough, really - and after a moment, does the same, rinsing the dish and flatware, loading it in, and then following suit with the rest of the pans and pots recently employed. It doesn't take long and she's almost done cleaning off countertops when she hears her name bounce around the house - she dries her hands, red and a little prunish from the hot water, and moves towards the call.

"O-okay." she stumbles out the acknowledgement, but forgets the honorifics entirely, rubbing her fingers together to assure they're not wet still before she crosses the floor to the couch and sits down next to her owner. She grips at her knees a bit, unsure of what to do with idle hands, turns to look at Aria. "Uh, so... dinner was good?" Her smile's still pretty nervous, but the question's a real one.

[haunted-doodles]

flymbo gulloping you are real to me

[missdynamighttt]

watching porn with bf! katsuki bakugo will somehow turn into a bet to see who will give in first.

when you ask him if you could watch porn together, how could he say no to you, his girl? more so when you basically riled him up to convince him.

"bub, can we watch porn together?" you look at him, your legs resting in his lap as the both of you lounged on the couch.

katsuki's eyes widen at your directness, his jaw slightly dropping at your question. he scoffs out of disbelief, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"you're real damn blunt, pervert," he grins at your pout, stroking your thighs with firm, gentle squeezes.

"i'm not doing it for weird reasons! just.." you shrugged. "curious to see what happens, i guess? i dunno how to explain.."

he sighs, shaking his head. his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair with a grin. "you're lucky you're adorable. fuck it, why not?"

you grin, leaning closer to him, giving his cheek a kiss. "knew you'd come around. come to think of it, i bet you will jerk off to it first."

his eyes narrow at you and he scoffs. "that confident, huh?"

"with how hot you think i am and all? totally."

"like you don't think i'm hot too. wanna bet, sweets?"

"definitely. ground rules: don't touch yourself. and no touching each other. and i mean holding hands, hugs, and kisses. not just feeling each other up."

"tch, fine," katsuki scoffs. "no looking away to calm down. only when we talk. winner gets braggin' rights and loser lives with the eternal knowledge that the winner is better."

"fine," you scoff back. "you're gonna give in first, 'nyway. since you can’t go a single morning without pulling me into bed again."

katsuki's eyes narrow at you again, this time pouting at you with his cheeks flushed. "says the brat clingier than a damn koala after sex."

"oh, you're so on."

but little did you know, this would be harder than you thought.

you've set up your laptop on the coffee table across the couch, scrolling through the mediocre home page porn in incognito as you sit next to your boyfriend.

you were almost reluctant to continue but knowing him, he would definitely egg you on about being a coward. because one thing about your boyfriend, katsuki, was that he really wanted to win at everything.

"wanna watch?" you look at katsuki with a grin, the video on display captioned: "I hope the NEIGHBOURS were pleased with WHAT THEY SAW!", the preview of the video showing a couple standing by the window, fucking. it wasn't really your thing but you wanted to see how he'd react.

katsuki glances at the laptop before giving you a skeptical look, his tone firm. "fuck no."

"why not? whats wrong with it?"

"just.. no," he shakes his head, a sly grin slowly creeping onto his face as he looks at you. "one second. technically haven't started yet, yeah?"

he leans in, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. his fingers linger, stroking your cheek in a gentle, affectionate gesture. "just pick somethin' else, sweets."

you roll your eyes while wearing a fond grin. you're almost tempted to call him out on how affectionate he was but you didn't want him to stop. you couldn't help but find it endearing and cute.

but after awhile, you and katsuki realize pornhub's terrible acting and weird angles wasn't really working.

"no, too weird. it looks awkward. and fake."

"no, the guy is givin' me the ick. looks homeless."

"no, it looks.. painful. why is it so stretched?"

"no. wait, you're into that? i'm not opposed to it, i just think it looks weird when they do it. just sayin', if you wanna try it.."

so, you go on twitter, looking for porn accounts and already finding better alternatives.

finally, your eyes settle on a compilation of video captioned: "breeding selection 🖤" , the previews of the videos showing various faceless girls getting fucked sloppily and creampied by their partner.

this was it. it wasn't exactly your best plan but you were depedent on him getting turned on by the video and your mere presence to win the bet. and if anything turned him on, it would be the thought of breeding his pretty little girlfriend.

you glance at him from the side, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he leans back with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop as if there wasn't porn on the screen.

"this good with you, boyfie?"

he looks at you and fuck, you can practically feel the heat radiating from his gaze. his eyes rake over you, taking in every curve and contour of your body with a hungry look, like he's undressing you with his eyes, imagining what he'd do to you.

"mhm, 'ts fine."

you nod, going back to the laptop to play the video, stupidly thinking: there was no way he'd be able to play dirty, especially when he can't touch you. but no.

the video plays, only a few seconds showing the girl's rear. the guy squeezes her ass, the cum dripping out of her pussy and in between her swollen folds, down to her thighs as he plays with her ass.

and you know what katsuki does? this man talks you through it, saying the most filthy, lewd shit with a cheeky grin. this man plays dirty by talking dirty.

"goddamn. see the cum, just drippin' out of her? bet you want me fill you up real bad now, don't you? wanna recreate that with me, sweets?"

your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying your inner desire. you stare back at him with a glare, feeling a familiar ache settle between your legs. "we do that on a daily basis, katsuki."

"'m just sayin'," katsuki grins, thinking: perfect. you're getting horny. "the idea of pumpin' you full, watchin' my cum drip out of you.."

he was just so desperate to see you rub your clit silly so that he can do it too without admitting defeat. his dick was huge but his pride could compete.

you clear your throat, glaring at his cheeky grin before quickly playing the next video. it's longer, around 8 minutes. it has a better angle, showing the guy's dick disappearing in and out of the girl's pussy, her doughy ass hitting his abdomen. he slams into her as she moans softly around his cock, sticky from their shared slick.

you feel hot and tight in your own skin, your throat going dry. you felt your sore nipples harden as you painfully clench down on nothing, tempted to just subtly grind against the couch for a second. fuck. it hasn't even been 5 minutes yet you were so, so wet.

your boyfriend noticed. and he certainly wasn't of any help.

"shit," katsuki leans down close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath hitting your skin, but far away enough so that he wasn't touching you. "you wet already, sweets?"

"i'm not. shut up and watch the damn porn."

"aww, don't be like that. look at my pants, baby, c'mon."

you bite your bottom lip before your eyes reluctantly dart down to his pants. fuck. his boner was so fucking obvious, it didn't help that he was wearing grey sweats. you were already picturing him naked, imagining how your cunny would look like taking in his dick.

"see? i'm so fuckin' hard for you, baby, it hurts," he sighs, looking at the tent in his pants before whispering in your ear. "don't you wanna take care of me, hm?"

a small sigh escapes your lips as you try to steady your breathing, your eyes darting everywhere but at katsuki. your thoughts consumed by the sight of him, despite your attempts to remain composed.

"you're mean," you huff.

"baby, c'mon. i'll take real good care of you, i promise," he grins at you. "just gotta touch me, yeah?"

you pout again before your eyes return to the screen, thinking your only solution was to ignore him.

although, it wasn't any help as you watched the cum drip out of the girl's pussy before he fucks it back into her, when you wanted nothing more than for him to do the same to you.

he put some distance, and you thought: okay. some time to calm yourself down. but just when you thought katsuki couldn't outdo himself, you hear the ruffling of pants, looking down to see him stripping himself of his clothes.

you look up at him as you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. "hey, what are yo-"

"hm?" he looks back at you, blinking innocently. he throws his clothes unceremoniously somewhere, leaving him in only his boxers as he holds his hands up in surrender. "what? it's hot, sweets. this doesn't count 'nyway, right? besides, 'm not touchin' anythin'."

you huff, pouting at him with a glare, trying not to admire his muscles. that's the game he wanted to play? you glanced down again, a clear fucking mistake. you almost felt drool down your chin as you admired his body, tempted to take his boxers off and just go wild—

you swallowed, looking back up at him. you get an idea. if you can't beat them, then... "you wanna play that game? fine."

you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head, revealing your bare skin to his eyes. tossing the shirt aside, you slowly tug down on your shorts, sliding them down your legs until you're left standing in just your bra and panties.

katsuki's jaw tightens and his muscles tense the moment you started undressing. he clenched his fists, the effort it takes him not to pounce on you was almost physically painful. he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his mouth going dry at the sight of you in your bra and panties.

the porn playing on the laptop is long forgotten as he stares at you. because fuck porn when he has such a gorgeous girl right in front of him. his girl.

"the hell are you doin'?" his voice is strained, getting the courage to look away with flushed cheeks. his eyes dart back to the screen, focusing with his arms crossed.

"hm?" you look up at him, blinking innocently like he did. you put your clothes away somewhere and held your hands up in surrender, like he did. "relax. its hot for me too. besides, doesn't count, right?"

"damn it. doesn't count but it's damn well torture."

"what's stopping you from fucking me, hm?"

"you know damn well whats stoppin' me. quit testin' me or i swear to god, i'm gonna fuck you so hard after this."

you laugh, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as a cheeky smile plays on your lips. "'m just saying. i bet it'd feel really good, y'know. having you inside of me..."

his teeth clench at your words, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself in check. "goddamn it. baby, you're killin' me here."

"bub... all you gotta do is touch me and i can make the pain go away."

"sweets... why are you torturing me?" he groans, his hands clenching onto the couch as he glares at you.

"i want you. fuck, i need you. damn it, you've seen how fuckin' hard i am. so why are you makin' me wait, hm?" his voice is low, almost whining about how much he craves you. how needy he is to be inside you.

"i wanna win too," you bite your bottom lip, almost tempted to fold.

"fuck," he grits out, his eyes closing briefly as he runs his hand through his hair. he looks at you again, his gaze filled with frustration and need. "sweetheart.. you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

a sly smile spreads across your lips as you lean in closer to him, just close enough that your breath tickles his skin, but not touching him. you were getting there. on top of him not making eye contact, you could've sworn his boner twitched.

"i know. but... please take care of me, katsuki," you whispered, hearing his breath hitch as yours fans across his skin. "i know you wanna."

his eyes darken as he looks down at you, his resolve almost wavering. "oh, i do. i really do, sweets."

that's the last thing you hear before katsuki is finally on you, his movements quick and urgent as he slams his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he's starving, his lips hot and angry against yours, desperate to have his fill of you but take out his frustration on you too.

katsuki pulls away, glaring at you before helping you out of your soaked panties as you help him out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out and stood at his abdomen.

"wanna take care of me that badly, huh?" you grin, reaching for his cock, stroking it up as you thumb his throbbing tip leaking with pre.

his breath hitches, hissing before he reaches down your folds and rubs your swollen clit, your soft moans echoing in his ears. "shut the fuck up. you won't even be able to think, after i'm done with you."

katsuki grunts, aligning himself inside of you, gasping at the softness of your wet, velvet walls. and as he thrusts his cock into your dumb little cunny, he recreates exactly what happened in those videos.

"whats the matter?" he taunts in your ear as he folds your legs near your shoulders, fucking you into mating press. his body covers yours completely, you can feel his weight pressing down on you. "you fuckin' wanted this, right?"

"a-ah, i do..." you gasped, sore nipples feeling the skin of his pecs. "you're just.. mad i won.."

"hah? you callin' me a sore loser?"

"if— oh... if the condom... fits."

suddenly, you squealed from the sudden thrust, whimpering as he slams his cock deeper inside of you, almost kissing your cervix as you feel his balls slapping against your folds.

"won't fuckin' fit 'nyway cause i'm fuckin' you raw— shit," he gasps, desperately rutting himself into you, chasing your release and his. "feels so fuckin' tight, sweets, holy shit..."

"katsukiii," you moaned his name, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. "i-i can't, anymore, please—"

"shhh, you can take it," he huffs before leaning down to give you an affectionate, reassuring kiss. his lips soft and gentle against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

he draws back from the kiss, his lips leaving yours with a soft, wet pop. "you can take it, can't you, baby?"

you whine and squirm against him, a desperate, needy sound leaving your lips. you nod, the words failing you in that moment, silently begging him to keep going, to give you more of the pleasure that you need. he smiles at you, leaning down quickly to give your cheek a kiss.

"atta girl," he murmured with pride, kissing down your jawline. his mouth is hot against your skin as he peppers your collar bones and chest with open-mouthed kisses. "that's my girl."

"k-katsuki," you pant, your hips rolling against his as your body begs for the sweet, sweet release that only he can give you. "m-m' gonna.. c-cum.."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" he groaned. he wants to see you lose yourself in pleasure. he craves to be the one to bring you to your high. "you wanna cum for me, pretty girl?"

"please," you whimper, your voice shaky and needy as your eyes meet his pleadingly. "please, yeah, m' gonna cum for you, please just—"

your words cut off as you let out a soft cry, your head tilting back further into the couch as your body trembles with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

"cum for me, sweets," he grunts, his hips rocking against yours. "show me how much you like it when i fuck you like this, c'mon."

and that's all it takes— clenching down on him and burying himself inside of you—and you're both gone.

your body tenses, a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as you feel him cum inside of you, bodies shaking with the force of your release and his. your hips press against his as he relaxes into you, your nails digging onto his (glorious) back.

katsuki pants, taking a moment to admire you. the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, teetering on the edge from your high as you cling to him. like a koala.

"you did so good, sweets," katsuki murmured. he steadies himself beneath you and pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against your folds, waiting for the moment of his dreams. he almost has hearts in his eyes when he watches the cum drip out of you, going down his tip as he pushes it inside you again. "so damn good."

"i asked if you wanted to recreate those videos," he grins when he hears you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rub your folds, squirming against him as you bit your lip. "i'll make sure i get all the details right by breeding the shit out of you."

and as the night wares on, you both collapse onto the couch, panting and exhausted, a tangle of limbs wrapped around each other, cuddled up close after having the most mind-numbing sex.

"so.." you look up at him with a lazy smile, laying your head on his chest. "loser lives with the eternal knowledge the winner is better, huh?"

he groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before staring at you as he runs his fingers through your hair. "sweets... you're real fuckin' lucky i love you. otherwise, i really would've went above and beyond and made sure i knocked you up."

"i wouldn't be opposed to that."

katsuki narrows his eyes at you, his fingers flicking your forehead. "don't tempt me, brat."

you rub your forehead with a pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "so mean."

he scoffs, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, gently but firmly pulling your hand away, hovering his lips to where he flicked earlier to give your forehead a soft kiss. "get some sleep, sweetheart."

"fine. i love you too, bub. goodnight."

"tch. love you more, dummy."

and honestly? katsuki doesn't need porn to get his dick hard. not when he has you. his personal porn star, his gorgeous girlfriend, and of course— his favorite person.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ inspired by my ex 🧍🏻‍♀️ hope this was to your liking and i hope you enjoyed, i apologize if it seems too.. lewd? nyways, i'll start working on these requests and the older brother's best friend/ best friend's older brother trope with katsuki (i cannot choose), comment if you wanna be tagged 💜💜

[mommynott]

Thin Ice

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Your friends drag you to a hockey game, but halfway through you lock eyes with Theo. You can’t help but feel a strong pull toward him. Deciding to shoot your shot with the player.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Hockey AU, flirting, tons of tension, explicit language, hockey!theo, dom!theo

A/N: Starting this series for my babe @amiableness I hope you enjoy it because this is just the start! Also BIG shoutout to my girl @westcanaan82 for the hockey!theo render. Definitely go Check out her page because she makes me DROOOOL

The arena was packed, and the noise was overwhelming as you sat in your seat, begrudgingly dragged there by your friends. You were scrolling through your phone, totally uninterested in the game unfolding before you.

But then… it seemed out of nowhere. A tall and muscular figure on the ice caught your attention. Fuck he’s hot. It was player number 13, Theo, whose piercing eyes were fixed on you through his helmet.

You felt a smirk growing on your lips before he nodded his head up at you and skated along the ice. Shuffling a puck with his hockey stick with ease. The game going on. Fuck maybe this game isn’t too boring. You held your phone in your hand but your gaze settled on him on the ice. Suddenly gaining an interest in this sport.

After he shot a puck into the goal he pumped his fist in the air but you swore he looked over at you. Throwing you a flirty wink. And trust me, he fucking did. At this point, Theodore was trying to show off for you. Hoping he would get your attention. Craving your attention.

The game ended, and his team had won the match. But after all the eyefucking you two did you wanted to stay back in hopes to see that same player. “I’ll catch up with you guys later!” Your friends gave you a knowing look while they walked out. You slowly moved around the now quiet arena.

A few minutes later, you started to feel defeated, thinking he must’ve left but that’s when you heard a low and deep Italian accent. “I noticed you in the crowd…Seemed to be pretty glued to that phone of yours.”

Bright cherry red painted across your cheeks as you turned around. Quickly tucking your phone away in your purse, you gave the hockey player a small sheepish smile. “Uh…Yeah, sorry…It’s just not really my thing I guess.”

But when your gaze settled upon the player, he wasn’t in the same gear from on the ice. Oh no. he was now in a tight under-armor top, showing off his muscular and toned torso along with a pair of black sweatpants. Freshly out of the shower, his brown locks clung to his forehead. The smell of his body wash was rich and intoxicating as it wafted all around you. Fuck me.

“Not your thing, huh? What is your thing then?”

Theo asked, his taunting tone hinting with flirtatiousness. Feeling the way your heart skipped from his words. His deep voice. Fucking hell. You hesitated for a moment, your fingers anxiously playing with the rings you wore. “I don’t know…Reading…Movies.”

Replying to the Italian, he ran a hand through his wavy hair, slicking it back and giving you a charming smile. “A reader. Interesting….” Theodore said in the same teasing tone before sticking out his hand and you matched him, giving your own and shaking it. The second your hands met, a spark pulsated through your body.

“Nott. Theodore Nott. But you can call me Theo, Cara.”

The charming accent rolled off his tongue smoothly as you both exchanged names. You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to one leg. Bringing your confidence out. Something you always had. “Anyways…What’s interesting about me reading?” You asked, giving him a bratty little grin.

Theo cocked an eyebrow, scoffing under his breath as he took a step before you. Eyeing you up and down fully. “Ah, I’m not sure. Just interesting…What do you like to read?” He questioned as he casually leaned closer toward you.

You tried to focus but his voice, his words were so smooth it sent little shivers down your spine. "Umm… mostly romance— Stuff like that." You mentally chastised yourself for sounding so fucking cliche. He seemed very interested in you…Maybe even so much so that you could get some hockey player action.

Theo gave you a lazy smile and your heart fluttered, feeling the tension building between you both. "Romance, huh? That’s fitting." You raised an eyebrow, confused. What the fuck was he on about? “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, leaning even closer towards you. “You look like the romantic type….Soft…sweet— Y’know?.” Your cheeks burned again. Was he flirting with you? This couldn’t possibly be real. This was something out of the novels you’d read.

“Oh— Thanks I guess?” A sea of giggles freed from your lush lips. The same ones Theo’s eyes were burning into now. He stalked toward you as you walked back until you were pinned against the white brick wall of the ice rink.

He carefully took a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger while his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Can I get the pretty girl's number, hm?” He asked, remaining not only charming but… cocky. Drawing you to him even more.

It seemed that your confidence exuded his own to creep out. But fuck did you like it. A confident man like this? Damn. “Huh…I’m not sure. Can you?” Teasing him right back you subtly bit your lower lip to fight back the giggles that wanted to escape from within.

“Fuckin’ tease. Isn’t that right?”

Theodore now pinned both of his hands above your head, practically towering over your tiny frame. “Perhaps just a little bit…” Breathing out your words, your gaze danced along with his ocean eyes. Feeling your heart thump hard against your chest.

“I like a tease…A challenge…” His tone now held something of mischief, giving him a different vibe. And fuck, your whole body was fucking feeling it. “Yeah?” You asked, bringing out more of your sultry tone, keeping your lips slightly parted as you glanced down to his own.

That was it. Theo was going to come in hot. Make his move. Smash his lips to yours. But just as he was millimeters away from ravishing you a loud shout was heard. “—Nott! Back in the locker room!” His fucking coach. What a cock block. Theo rolled his eyes and cursed in Italian under his breath.

“We aren’t finished here…” He replied to you lowly, throwing up his pointer finger to his coach. He reached into his pocket. Pulling out a pen and taking your arm. Feeling the tickle of his scribbling, He wrote something on it as you sat there dumbfounded.

Once he was done, you scanned over your forearm. In sloppy handwriting was written his number followed by “Text me, Tesoro ;)” giggling at his little winky face as you nodded your head.

With that, he walked off with his coach to the locker room. That night you got home thinking of everything and anything that could have happened if his damn trainer didn’t interrupt you two. That’s when you decided to send him a flirty yet risky text…

Ahhhh the start of hockey!theo 🏒🥅⛸️

Really hope y’all enjoyed im too excited to continue on with this au! ATP I have so many and STILL have some In the back of my mind help lol

As always asks and requests are open my sweet peas 💋

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