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[hwanwooyoung]

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henlo everyone 😇

in an effort to be more active here (and to not let my mental illness take over), i've decided to open up gif requests!!

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[syluscore]

Hi! I love your blog and I’ve almost read all of your Leon fics, I particularly fell in love with the hybrid Leon one so I was wondering if I could request something?

If you have some free time of course and if you’re up to it!

(It’s similar to the one you’ve already written so I hope it’s not an issue)

I was thinking a dominant hybrid dog/wolf Leon (re4 remake) where the female reader is submissive and also a little curvy, has large breasts and stretch marks along with them ovulating and being super horny and Leon is just absolutely driven feral by their scent so he goes wild and breeds them.

Also roles switched so Hybrid Leon calls the reader a good girl etc etc UwU.

If you could write this it would absolutely make my day!!💖✨

Take It Like a Good Girl

~ Dog/Wolf Hybrid! Leon Kennedy x Plus size! fem! Reader~

Word count: 1295

Content warnings: smut, sexual content, sub/dom dynamic, alpha/omega dynamic, mentions of breeding/knotting/impregnation, uses of sir and daddy, teasing/taunting, very brief blowjob, a bit aggressive

!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!

“Look at you,” a familiar voice speaks up from behind you.

You jump up from your place on the couch. “Leon! You scared the shit out of me. What’re you doing here?”

“This is my home too, isn’t it?” He chuckles at you, teasingly.

His eyes rake up and down your body. Tight shorts that barely cover your ass and a tank top that’s ridden up your stomach, exposing the soft skin of your belly. You’re quick to pull your shirt down, covering yourself back up.

“Sorry, I’m such a mess! You’re home early.” You cringe at your own words. As if both of those facts weren’t obvious. 

He takes slow, sure steps toward you. You feel like cowering before him, his complete attention more intense than you could’ve prepared yourself for. 

He comes to a stop when his form is towering over yours. You look up and meet his eyes, but he shakes his head at you.

You immediately recognize what he wants from you.

You advert your gaze, staring down at the bit of floor between the two of you as you fall to your knees before him. You lean back and rest your ass on your ankles, clasping your hands behind your back.

This is how he likes you. Completely submitting to him.

His fingers rake through your hair, pulling it out of your face.

“There’s my girl. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

Without lifting your gaze from the floor, you reply, “Yes, sir.”

He grasps your chin between his fingers and forces your face up to look at him.

“Always so sweet for me, aren’t you Omega?”

You try to reply but the words are lost on your tongue. He smirks at your loss of words as his fingers trail from your jaw, slowly down your neck, until they’re tracing over the top of your cleavage.

“Or maybe you’re playing innocent. Nothing about the way these tits are practically pouring out of your shirt screams sweet, does it?”

You whine up at him before biting your lip, trying to keep your pathetic noises from slipping past your lips.

“You think I can’t smell how fucking wet you are for your Alpha right now? I can smell the desperation coming from that little cunt of yours. Need me to breed you, huh? Fill up that sweet pussy with my puppies?”

You’re panting, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head as your tongue lols out of your mouth, drool dripping down your chin. You nod your head quickly, causing him to roll his eyes in disapproval. 

“Use your words. Now.” He’s gripping your chin again, pulling you to your feet with his single hand.

You whimper as your arms reach out, grasping onto his forearm. Your back is straining as your toes practically leave the floor. He doesn’t break a sweat–his face doesn’t show a single inclination of the strenuous activity he just pulled off effortlessly.

“Y-yes, Alpha. I want you to breed me. Want your cock so fucking bad, please.”

He releases his grip on your chin, bringing his hand to the top of your head and forcing you down to your knees again. You feel lightheaded from being forced up and down so quickly, but it just seems to heighten your arousal. It only fuels the wetness soaking through your panties and causes your thighs to clench together so fucking tightly.

“Fine. If you want it that bad, take it out for me. I can’t do everything for you.”

“Yes, sir.” Your hands shoot up to his crotch embarrassingly fast. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt, your nerves clearly showing. Leon can’t hide the smirk and look of amusement on his face at your eagerness.

You take a deep breath and force yourself to make quick work of pulling his belt off and opening up the front of his pants, pulling them down his thighs. Your mouth waters looking at his cock straining in his boxers.

“Come on, baby. Don’t half ass your job. I said, Take. It. Out.”

Your thumbs slide under the waistband, slowly easing them down until his dick springs free.

A half whimper, half groan leaves your lips as his cock stands at full attention right in front of your face. You stare at it, eagerly awaiting his next instructions.

“Don’t let me stop you, princess. Suck my cock. Get me wet and ready to breed that fucking pussy.”

You wrap your hand around his large cock, slowly pumping him. You’ll never get accustomed to how long and thick his dick is. Every time he takes his pants off, it’s like Christmas fucking morning. 

You lol your tongue out of your mouth, right over the head of his cock. You stare up at him as your saliva pools on your tongue until the slow, steady stream flows down to the tip of his cock. The string of saliva being the only thing connecting your mouth to his aching cock.

“Sweet girl,” his hand caresses your cheek, continuing to meet your stare, “If you wanna taste my cock before I pound your fucking cunt, you’d better get it inside your fucking mouth before I say fuck it.”

You wrap your lips around his tip, sucking harshly. Leon’s head falls back as a groan sounds deep in his throat. You watch as his adam’s apple bobs while he swallows his noises down.

He brings his head back, his eyes immediately taking in your hollowed cheeks as you give it your best attempt at swallowing him full.

Something inside him snaps. He pulls your mouth from his cock and pushes you until your back crashes into the floor. 

He yanks your tank top over your head, practically destroying the fabric. Your breasts fall out, thankfully you decided against a bra today.

Leon stares at you in amazement, taking a minute to appreciate what belongs to him. You belonging to him makes it all that much better.

He brings his mouth down to one of your nipples, sucking harshly–impatiently. One of his hand wraps around your wrists, forcing them above your head. The other running down your body, caressing your tummy.

His lips trail from your nipple, leaving wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, stopping and suckling gently above your belly button.

His thumb runs over the stretch marks on your tummy softly.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn soft. Imagine how soft you’d be swollen with my puppies, huh? You wanna have a belly full of my babies that I get to worship every fucking day?”

“Yes, yes! I want it so bad. Daddy, sir, Alpha, please.”

He chuckles at you before continuing to kiss lower and lower down your body. He peppers kisses in the hair surrounding the temple of his absolute obsession and affection. 

You’re staring at him intently, lost in your need for him. You can’t bring yourself to do anything besides sit there spread open for him. You’re baring yourself completely for him and all you can do is hope he fucking dives into you soon.

“Such a good Omega, huh? Will do anything to please her Alpha–to earn his knot. You want that? Want me to stuff you full of my come and then knot you? Knot you until I’m sure my puppies are in there?”

You grind your hips up into him absentmindedly. Your body is desperate for any sort of friction. His tongue, his fingers, his cock–it doesn’t fucking matter. You just have to have him anyway he’ll give himself to you.

“Please, Alpha. Fuck me, breed me, knot me. I need you.” “How can I say no to that? Now lay there and take it like a good girl. My good fucking girl.”

~masterlist~

[riddles-fiddles]

Hello! ^3^ could i request a scenario (or hcs, i dont mind :)) of the same ask of rook with a sub!partner who cant go more than 1 round but with trey clover instead? And instead of afab gender neutral (or if you want, male reader). Thank you!! 💖

Ughhhh thank you for requesting for Trey, I love him and it's always a delight whenever I get to write for him <3

Synopsis: Trey is a patient, loving partner as you learn together how to endure more rounds of sex. Characters: Trey Clover Tags: NSFW, smut, fluff Notes: gender neutral reader (unespecified body parts)

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Particularly, Trey isn't one to go on more than one round, but that also meant he always took his time for sex to be gratifying enough for both of you; he's a busy man, after all, and is very diligent regarding his sleep time.

But now that the holidays are near and the workload has subsided, he has found much more stamina to spend, devoting it to you. You noticed how more clingy he has become and the way his fingers drift around your curves with blazing hunger, demanding and pushy. You're surprised that the sweet and forward Trey is replaced by a much more ambitious version of himself, reveling on the way he pushed you to the edge just to make you hang there, awaiting for his wilingness to drive you to release.

The way he works your pleasure with measured passion leaves you gasping and trembling once he finally allows you to cum, but he's yet to be satisfied. Trey is surprised however, as he finds out you are way too sensitive to welcome his touches without being too painful.

So Trey comes off his lust haze, his signature comforting smile once again gracing his lips. He sits down on the bed, giving you time to recompose and catch your breath. Leaning against the bedframe, he invites you to lay on his chest, gently holding you between his arms as his hands work the tension away from your shoulders. Making sure you want to continue and try going for another round, you can rest assured that Trey will thread with great care while dealing with your oversensitive self.

"I love the way you react to even the slightest of my touches," Trey whispers between a breathy groan, hands firmly holding you down by the waist while he rolls his hips slowly, thrusting his tip in as you slowly accomodate to his lenght again, thumbs caressing your skin in a soothing way. "Relax, we'll go slow. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

Trey leans down to capture your lips on his, muffling your moans and pants as his passionate kisses heightens your senses on the pleasure you both shared at the moment, an amused chuckle coming out of his throat, reveling on the way you cling to his body, nails digging into his back at every thrust - a silent confession of the bliss he was able to submit you into.

[sinful-huntress]

Girl you blessed us with that last fic 🙈🙈🙈💖 can we have the continuation? Like the after care? I'm curious 💀

More like the morning aftercare... Klaus gave reader quite the workout (and now he must freak out...)

Unwilling to open your eyes, as everything below your neck currently felt statically numb, you weren't even able to shift to be more comfy under the covers without the odd sting of your muscles. It wasn't until something, or someone touched your wrist, a tender grasp attempting to lift your arm; being moved or touched at all. Painfully yanking your arm away from the unknown hand, only to smack the owner of said hand right in the face.

"Pl-please do be careful Liebling."

Despite the screech-inducing pain as your muscles tightened against the numbing static, you sat up, eyes fully open and focused on Klaus as he held a small roll of bandages with a sad puppy look across his face.

"Klaus!" You were ignoring the numb feeling racing across your body, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-!"

"Its quite alright mein Schatzi. I deserved to be slapped like that. Especially after... last night."

Ignoring your frown, Klaus slowly moved to continue his attempt to wrap the obvious bite wound on your shoulder. Not having the strength or pain resistance to fight Klaus over what he said, you could only submit and wince. Though once your arm was properly wrapped, Klaus hesitated to place a tiny kiss over the bandages. Shrinking away from the pained look on your face.

"I deeply apologize for last night Liebling." Klaus knelt down beside the bed, "I should never have allowed things to go as far as it did. Especially with..."

His fingertips barely even grazed the bandaged area, doing his best to avoid hurting you anymore than he had to. The guilt he felt was palpable...

"I had ev--"

"I know I forced you beyond your comfort zone," Klaus looked up at you from his position just beyond the bed, "That there was hardly a way for you to... to escape."

"You’re making sound like you tried murdering me." The attempt to chuckle fell flat as you coughed, "I was okay with what was going on. I just wasn't expecting it to happen the way it did is all."

Grimacing softly, Klaus looked away guiltily, "I... I don't want to frighten you mein Liebling... But that was something clouding the back of my mind. An unfortunate problem I've been plagued with, something that will follow me until the day I..."

"Klaus," You gripped his arm a little harder than you intended as a surge of pain raced down your arm, "I had a feeling that's what was going on. Nothing about what you were doing or saying felt like you, but I knew it was you."

Just barely able to meet your gaze, Klaus pressed an extremely gentle, soft kiss to your knuckles. His reluctance to move you, to risk hurting you again, was clear as day. But you could tell he didn't want to leave your side, he simply didn't know what to do.

Wincing as you drew back, Klaus followed your hand in an attempt to ease your pain in any way he could. Not wanting to force his presence or leave you alone made for an interesting dynamic as he stayed knelt beside the bed, watching you intently.

"Could you--" Klaus was up on his feet before you could even think to finish your question, "Uh... mmm"

"What is it Liebling?" Klaus was almost too eager to fulfill any request, "Something to eat? Drink? A heating pad? One moment. I'll be right back."

Before you could say anything, Klaus sped off. Not surprised in the least when he returned with soft snacks, a water bottle, the heating pad, an extra pillow tucked under his arm, and a small tea setup; almost rushing to ensure your comfort as he laid the heating pad across your lap. It was a little unnerving as Klaus seemed more focused on the small tasks instead of you.

"Klaus--" His head popped up instantly, "Uh... this is all nice but..."

Klaus stood up, ready to go fetch whatever you were about to ask for. It made a little you uncomfortable, as if he was staring through you and not at you.

"I... I just. Would you please stop doing all this?"

Klaus stood there looking at you in pure confusion, "Of... of course Schatzi. Might I ask why?"

"It makes me a little uncomfortable." You scratched the back of your head through the easing numbness, "Like you're afraid to touch me... or even look at me. It makes me feel... I dunno, like you... don't want to..."

"N-no!" Klaus felt his stomach drop to the floor, "That, that's not it at all. I... I simply don't know what else I can do. I truly don't want to risk injuring you further. Especially with how much you've been wincing and how slowly you've been moving on your own."

"But that isn't your--"

"Yes it is mien Liebling." Klaus knelt by the bed again, taking your hand as tenderly as he could, "I should have had more control over myself last night and you're suffering from my inabili--"

"It wasn't your fault!" You yanked your hand back again, "You weren't in your proper state of mind and I knew that! But right now I just want you to stay put and cuddle with me!"

Stopping as you turned away, pouting over having to practically shout what you wanted at Klaus. Especially when he was doing everything in his power to make sure you weren't in too much pain. It made you feel like a spoiled brat for acting this way. He exhaled slowly, just trying to clear his mind from his instincts to make up for being the one to hurt you.

"I... I can do that Liebling." He shifted as he moved to the other side of the bed, "I should have stopped to listen to you. But I... I was so focused on making it right that I wasn't stopping to..."

Klaus very gently kissed your cheek, settling under the covers next to you. Seeing everything churning behind his bright green eyes, you settled down as well, leaning into his hand as he wiped at the sparse tears from your cheek.

Genuinely relaxing as his arms eased around your waist; Klaus adjusting and attempting not to draw away every time you winced. Battling his instincts with the knowledge that you wanted him to snuggle with you. His worry over what your silence and half-closed, fluttering eyes meant.

But you were more than comfortable enveloped by the warmth of Klaus' arms, very close to falling right back to sleep. Grunting softly with every motion Klaus made with his hands, nuzzling closer into his chest. Completely, blissfully unaware of Klaus' silent struggle.

"Mmmhmm Klauzzz" You mumbled, half asleep and unable to filter your thoughts, "Riiigghh therrrrr."

The way Klaus jerked woke you suddenly, both of you popping up. Unfortunately, your back hurt and your leg cramped at the same time; leaving you to curl back up in pain, renewing your tears for a more physical reason. Klaus scrambling to figure out what he could potentially do to ease your pain.

"L-Liebling!" He nearly teleported to your side of the bed, kneeling and very gently pressing a palm to your hip, "Wh-what can I do?"

"My... My leg." You managed to gasp, "Calf muscle."

Klaus wasted no time in wrapping the heating pad around where you were clutching, turning it to the max before worming it under your fingers. Barely able to stretch out as Klaus gently rubbed the aching muscle, making every attempt to pop your back. The pain subsiding slowly, maybe last night was too much for you...

No matter how much you'd enjoyed it.

[cosmos-coma]

I just submitted the “Eskel’s lover meets the wolves” request, but stepdad Eskel could be cute, too. His partner has a child and, though he assumes the little one will be terrified of him, but it turns out little kids love swords and monster stories. Or, completely unrelated, but Eskel with a higher vampire. As always, love your writing. Keep up the great work 💖

Honeybee

A/N: Thank you as always for your wonderful requests! Getting in the mood for this was so fun and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: very briefly edited, anxiety (from Eskel)

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Eskel first met you in the glowing warmth of the spring. You were all alone out there in your field of blooming flowers, tending to your beehives and gathering honey you. The wind kicked up and made your hair flutter lightly in the breeze and that was when Eskel's breath was simply taken from him. You smelled like sweet earth amongst the flowers and honey and Eskel couldn't help but be drawn in. 

Careful steps through the wild meadow found Eskel's heart beating faster and faster as he approached. For reasons he could not yet explain, just being near you made him more nervous than any monster. Maybe its because he had no plan with you? He knew how to deal with basilisks and echinops and the like, but you? He was lost when it came to you. 

He came up on steps far too quiet for you to hear, let alone with the buzzing all around you, so when you heard “Um… Hello” from right behind you, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, a small yelp escaping you. 

“Oh sweet Melitele, you scared me…” you laughed out as you turned to face him, your hand pressed against your rapidly beating heart. Your smile was bright and easy, even as your eyes moved over the scars running down his face. Your expression remained steady as you looked over the broad shouldered man, his amber eyes and handsome face making your brain move slow as if it was trying to run through honey. 

“Sorry, I didn’t meat to I just-” Eskel paused as he thought of a valid excuse “ - you sell Honey right? I could smell it from the road, I’d love to buy some if you don't mind.” he offered, happy that you didn’t know him well enough yet to see how awkward you made him. 

You laughed again as you nodded, “Yeah, I do.. I’ll tell you what, if you can help me out for a bit, I’d be happy to give you that honey for free. My usual  helper is out with her aunt and uncle for a week or so and I’m struggling to keep up my usual pace.”

“Your usual helper?” Eskel asked, already rolling up his sleeves to help. 

“My daughter Mene. Its just us running the apiary now, and though she’s usually just playing in the flowers and eating my stores, she did help out here and there.” you explained and waved him on to the next beehive to show him what you needed him to do. 

A small smile slipped onto his lips as he watched you closely. See Eskel loved kids, part of him always thought that maybe in another life- a non-witcher life- that he would have kids of his own. The only problem? Kids don’t exactly like him, or his face more specifically. The long twisted scars that moved like jagged mountains across his face and the cold light citrine of his eyes usually scared kids and their parents alike. 

“How old is she?” he asked, wanting to hear more of the smile that lingered in your words and you were more than happy to oblige. 

“She’ll be 6 summers old as the season changes. Smarter than a whip and more curious than a cat.” you grinned as you showed Eskel how to collect the honey and wax while he smoked them out for you. You talked pleasantly with Eskel while he helped you work for a short while, happy to have another's company and smile for even a little while. 

You and Eskel had an instant connection from then on out, quickly becoming something far more close than friends. However, with Eskel's job and the need to find contracts to support himself, it meant he couldn’t properly meet Mene as quickly as he had hoped. Though now, with a break between contracts he’s finally able to catch you two at a good enough time to meet. 

Eskel would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified as he walked up the stone path to your door. He saw the love in your eyes when you talked about Mene, and he knew that if she didn’t like you… well, you two would simply have to go your separate ways. You had assured him time and time again that Mene would absolutely love you, but fear still nibbled away at the edges of his mind.

He knocked on the door, tentative as he shifted his weight from side to side. 

“Whose that?” he heard a small voice call from inside, innocence and curiosity bubbling from her every pore. 

“Ah, its a very exciting visitor, dear… let’s go meet them at the door. Come on- oh, wipe your face first.” He heard you urge your daughter as a muffled grunt of displeasure came after. Quick small feet ran to the front door and pulled it open as you followed up behind her. 

Eskel smiled as he saw her; she had your exact same yes, no doubt about that, even her nose was the same. “ Mene, this Is Eskel. You remember I told you about the Witcher in town?”

But Mene didn’t respond, she was too distracted looking at the most interesting person she had ever seen in her short life. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates and her mouth hung open as she took in the double swords strapped to his back, the scars covering his face and his eyes… warm and golden like the honey she loved so much. 

“ Uh… Hello, Mene… I’ve heard a lot about you.” Eskel tried, kneeling down closer to her level. He stifled his growing smile as she reached out to touch the small spikes adorning his shoulders, her eyes still filled with childlike wonder. 

“You’re so cool…” She whispered, her agape mouth pulling into a wide grin that Eskel couldn’t help but reflect. 

“I told you she’d like you.“ you remarked as you nudged Eskel, leading Mene outside so you could check the hives.  

It started with Eskel and Mene helping you out, the large smoker looking even bigger in your daughters small hands. But after endless questioning Eskel decided to finally just sit in the flowers with her and answer all that he could. 

“What’s the biggest monster you fought? Was it a flying one? I like the flying ones- have you ever fought a dragon? I think they would be so amazing, but also really scary. Do dragons scare you too Mr. Eskel?” Mene rambled on, interrupting her train of thought again and again as better questions sprang to mind. She laid back against him, leaning into Eskel who had now fully laid down to enjoy the sun and her curiosity. 

He did the best he could to answer, but even he forgot some of the questions as they shot out rapidly. You surely weren't joking when you said she was far more curious than a cat. 

“And why do you carry two swords? Is one for monsters and one for fun or are both for monsters? Can you teach me how to use a sword? I wanna learn the fun one- no the monster one and I promise promise promise I wont swing it in the house or around the hives.”

You laughed as you came over, finished with your checks and now happy to lay beside your beloved Witcher and daughter. The warm sun melted into warmth as the two of you lay side by side, your hand reaching over to interlock with his. 

“I hope you love her, Eskel.” you said as you tilted your head to look at him, already knowing full well that he did, “ because she’s never gonna leave your side now… and neither am I.”

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[sequinsmile-x]

Can you do #48 kisses to shut them up?

Congrats on another milestone! 500 hotchniss lovers love you! Here’s to more stories this year and the following years to come. Thank you! 🥂 💖

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Words: 998 (STILL UNDER 1K)

Warnings: None

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She was furious at him, but not for the reasons he assumed. 

She’d fit the unsubs type perfectly, which is how they’d ended up deciding she’d be used as bait to draw him out. Jealousy seemed to be his trigger, so they’d planted her in public with Aaron posing as her boyfriend. 

At first, she found his discomfort adorable, getting a kick out of it as he stood closer than he usually would to her. The smell of his cologne comforting in a way that still took her by surprise. 

She’d felt him tense the moment it happened. The brief burst of joy at being touched by him as his hand squeezed at her waist, even if it was for the purpose of annoying the suspected unsub, disappeared as he tensed. His entire body rigid as he touched her carefully, the very opposite of how she wanted him to. 

If she didn’t know him as well as she did, if she couldn’t read him like a book, she’d be offended. Sure he was so turned off by the mere idea of touching her that he could barely bring himself to do it, even if it was a ruse. But she did know him. She saw the barely restrained love for her in his eyes. How he held it back every day, sure he’d ruin their friendship that they both cherished if he pushed their hastily thrown together boundaries too far. 

She knew because she felt the same way. 

Somehow she’d fallen in love with him. It had happened so slowly, creeping up on her bit by bit, that she could no longer remember how it felt not to love him. 

And she was done trying to hide it. 

He’d gone to make coffee as soon as the jet reached cruising altitude on the journey home, and before she can think any more of it, or worse talk herself out of it, she stands up to join him. She’s pleased that the rest of the team barely acknowledges her movement, the most she gets is a flick of Derek’s eyes to her as she points over her shoulder and makes a comment about making a cup of tea. She walks into the small kitchenette, ensuring that the curtain is pulled close behind her, affording them a tiny amount of privacy. 

He turns to look at her, and he tenses his jaw, clearing his throat as his eyes meet hers, “Look, Em, I’m sorry if I made you feel-”

She cuts him off before he apologises for something she doesn’t want him to be sorry for. She’s across the small space faster than she thought was possible, her lips pressing against his and her palms on his cheeks with a sense of urgency, of bravery, that she didn’t expect from herself. For a second, the longest of her life he doesn’t react and she’s worried she’s read it all wrong, that this had all been one-sided after all.

Then he touches her, his hands at her waist with a confidence he hadn’t shown earlier, pulling her closer to him. Her hands slip round to the back of his head, holding him in place. She sinks into the kiss, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by it, by him. 

He pulls back first, resting his forehead against hers as he screws his eyes shut, his grip on her tight in a way she knew she’d crave to feel again as soon as he let go. 

“Em.”

“Don’t apologise for something I don’t want you to be sorry for,” she says quietly, well aware of the rest of the team just on the other side of the curtain, “I want…” she drifts off, unsure how to put it into words, hoping the kiss had been enough. 

“I know,” he says, one of his hands leaving her waist to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, a smile on his face that makes her stomach flip, “I want it too.”

“And I want a cup of coffee,” Dave says as he pulls the curtain open, a smug look on his face as they spring apart, “So are you two done making out in here?” 

“Dave,” Aaron says warningly, his usual sternness lost by the situation they’d been caught in, and Emily avoids eye contact with the rest of the team who are all behind Dave. All sitting down with smirks on their faces. 

“Shut the fuck up, Dave,” Emily says at the same time as Aaron speaks, ignoring the burning in her cheeks, and the way her fingers twitched to reach back out for Aaron. 

“Or what, Prentiss?” He says, his smile not slipping even a tiny bit as she glares at him, “You’ll kiss me to shut me up too?”

“You wish, Rossi,” she grumbles in response, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“We’re happy for you, don’t get me wrong, and I think this means I won the bet” Dave quips, turning to look at Spencer who nods in confirmation, “But you can’t hog all the caffeine.” 

Emily blows out a breath and grabs the coffee pot, shoving it into Dave’s hands and getting a sick sense of enjoyment when he hisses at the heat of the glass before he holds the handle. 

“Here,” she says, stepping forward to pull the curtains closed again, “Leave us alone.” 

She ignores the laughter on the otherside of the curtain and turns back to Aaron, clearing her throat as she looks at him. 

“Sorry,” she says, shrugging her shoulder slightly, “I didn’t-”

He surges forward this time, his lips against hers as he cuts her off, holding her close as if they’d never been interrupted. He pulls back, smiling as she chases his lips, stamping another kiss against them.

“Now who’s apologising for something they shouldn’t be sorry for?” He says, his dimples on display. 

She beams at him, and leans back in, the rest of the world disappearing except for him. 

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[the-widow-sisters]

The Precipice of Lost Memories

Summary: In the aftermath of the camping trip that Darcy, Carol, Kate, Natasha, and Yelena went on where they found a meteor, there is finally going to be a gala thrown to celebrate Darcy’s findings. However, with the meteor’s connection to the Kree, Carol is now forced to become Darcy’s bodyguard. Old threats resurface and new friends are made.

A/N: As a good friend of mine on here would say, this one’s gonna be a longin’ 😂 And honestly, it’s the longest one that I’ve done in a while, lol. I’ll be back to finishing request from the prompt list now, but I wanted to post this and give y’all some closure after the camping trip  with our favorite Lifetime Gang 💞 This one also has a lot of stuff (and spoilers) from the Iron Fist show, so y’all be ready unless you’re not planning on watching it or spoilers aren’t a big deal, lol 💞

I hope y’all enjoy! 🥰💖💖💖

Word Count: 5.3k+

  “Y’know, as grateful as I am for your protection, can I say something and you not take offense to it?” Darcy asked abruptly, leaning closer to speak to Carol so that she could be heard over the hubbub of the party around them.

  It had been a few weeks since Darcy made her discovery of Kratorium, and she had been able to submit a sample to the government to be officially viewed and considered. They had processed it quickly, and they officially announced it as a new metal with Darcy being responsible for the discover. Tony had made the decision to hold a gala to celebrate her work with a small sample of the meteor being placed in the center of the room to display Darcy’s findings.

  “Lou, if I was going to get offended, I would have already gotten there when you said I was like an overbearing helicopter parent,” Carol deadpanned, and Darcy shook her head quickly.

  “I’m sorry, okay? I just… I don’t know. It’s been two weeks since the meteor landed and you’ve been following me around everywhere,” Darcy explained, exhaustion reading in her gaze as she looked at the blonde. Carol sighed, nodding.

  The fact that Darcy had found the meteor made her a target. Kratorium happened to be a metal that was heavily sought after by the Kree, and it had been a primary goal of many missions that Carol’s old team had taken on. It was an energy source and something that the Kree highly valued. Carol knew that the Kree couldn’t be too far behind, and it was only a matter of time before they sought it out.

  Since Darcy’s work was potentially attracting a very real threat, Carol had been assigned as her bodyguard. Darcy was a primary target now, and the Kree would be after her if they did not find the meteor first. It was Carol’s hope that when they came, Carol would instantly be there to take them on and squash the fight out of them.

  And if Yon-Rogg showed up… Well, she figured she would deal with that when she got to that point.

  Carol could not help but feel like something was going to happen at this party tonight. She was on edge, and she was not planning to leave Darcy’s side even once that night.

  The good part was that there would likely not be any sort of disguises on the part of the Kree. They would probably either come in with a bang or try to sneak attack, and while the latter option made Carol uneasy, she figured that she had the advantage because she was trained in the art of recognizing their uniforms from a mile away.

  “Trust me, it hasn’t been something I’ve relished. I’ve figured out way more about you than I ever would have wanted to,” Carol replied after a moment, raising her eyebrows as she thought of all she had learned during her time having to guard Darcy.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Darcy questioned, narrowing her eyes. Carol shrugged, taking a swig of the drink she had gotten.

  “I’m just saying, I really didn’t need to know that you put hand sanitizer under your arms when you forget deodorant,” Carol pointed out tiredly, leaning against the bar as she looked out over the party.

  “Look, it’s only sometimes!”

  “Thankfully,” Carol deadpanned, and Darcy sighed, rolling her eyes as she looked back at the party scene before them. Carol scanned the faces around, trying to catch sight of any unnatural-looking people that could be Kree.

  “Woah, D, you look amazing!” a voice suddenly fondly declared from nearby them. They both looked to the side and spotted Kate in a purple pantsuit. Darcy was currently in a maroon dress.

  “Hey, Kate! You’re not too bad yourself! Hoping to pick up a rich boy?” Darcy joked, and Kate huffed, looking slightly embarrassed as she looked around to try to ensure that no one had overheard the scientist speak. After all, there were tons of people paying attention to her since she was the woman of the hour, and everyone was trying to get a chance to talk to her at least once that night.

  Carol smiled, looking at the kid fondly as she noted that Natasha and Yelena were following after Kate not too far back from her, Yelena muttering something to the redhead as Natasha largely kept her attentions on Kate. Natasha was dressed in a pretty black dress and Yelena was in a creamy-white pantsuit.

  “Wow, Yelena… You actually clean up nice,” Carol complimented, unable to help her smug grin as she eyed the girl. Yelena shot her a glare, unimpressed despite the compliment.

  “I always look nice,” Yelena replied, and Carol raised her hands in a placating gesture.

  “Oh, of course. Definitely,” Carol agreed, pretending to be unconvinced just to mess with Yelena a little.

  Natasha let out a soft sigh, regarding the people in the party as she glanced over them and studied the guests as she took a sip from her drink. Carol leaned in closer to her to try to keep people from overhearing.

  “Haven’t seen anything yet,” Carol stated, and Natasha hummed in agreeance.

  “M’kay… Keep a look out,” Natasha told her, speaking softly around the rim of her glass. Carol shrugged.

  “It’s what I’ve been doing for two weeks now, and so far, all I’ve seen is way too much information about Lou’s personal hygiene habits,” Carol quipped, and Natasha glanced at her playfully, getting a little too much enjoyment out of her disgust. Carol drew back, refocusing her attention on the room around them.

  To her surprise, as she straightened, she realized that there was a couple and another woman behind them approaching their group. Carol instantly tensed up just a bit, examining them carefully.

  They did not appear to be a threat, but there was something about the couple that carried something almost warrior-like in the way they carried themselves. There was a definitive discipline to their movements. The woman seemed far more closed-off than the guy, who seemed as if he was dying to speak.

  However, the darker-skinned woman behind the both of them seemed relatively easygoing and actually appeared to be texting on a phone or at least working it with considerable ease that would be typical to only a human.

  Carol reluctantly let herself relax just the smallest bit. If they were Kree, they would not have even known how to use a smartphone. Despite that, she could not help the slightest bit of distrust.

  But to her utmost surprise, the guy did not seem to be primarily focused on speaking to Darcy, instead glancing repeatedly at Kate while pausing for politeness’s sake to speak to Darcy since the entire thing was being held in her honor.

  Carol assured herself that this entire thing was not necessarily out of the ordinary. People had been coming to talk to Darcy all night at various points, congratulating her or asking questions about her findings.

  “Hi… I just wanted to take the time to congratulate you on your find,” he expressed, offering a small bow, and Darcy looked at him as if he had sprouted two heads. The woman who had to have been his girlfriend remained upright but nodded to Darcy, agreeing with him.

  “Thank you. I appreciate it,” Darcy answered, nodding to him somewhat oddly. He offered her a smile.

  “Hey, are you Kate Bishop?” the guy questioned, eyeing Kate. Kate’s gaze glinted with something that was almost akin to recognition, but Carol could see that she was having a hard time placing exactly where she knew him from.

  “Hi! Yeah, I am. And you are?” Kate questioned, and he nodded to her, a twinkle in his eyes that was oddly innocent and reminiscent of a kid as he extended his hand to her.

  “Danny Rand. And this is my girlfriend Colleen,” he introduced, and Kate’s eyes widened a little as she shook his hand and then shook Colleen’s.

  “Oh, gosh, I knew I knew you from somewhere! You’re like Mr. Rand’s son, right? Partners with the Meachum’s? You came back from the dead not too long ago,” Kate pointed out, grinning as she looked at him.

  The woman standing next to him was eyeing her carefully, and largely remaining quiet as she offered the group a onceover. Carol instantly felt herself on-guard about these two. She was mostly certain they were not Kree, but the past couple of weeks of being constantly vigilant had made her a little paranoid.

  “Yeah. That’s me,” he chuckled, smiling kindly as he regarded her.

  “Your mother was arrested not too long ago, wasn’t she?” he questioned, sympathy in his eyes as he looked at her, and Kate shrugged, seemingly a little taken aback by the sudden question.

  Carol could see Natasha bristling a little, preparing to step in and stop this conversation if it started to make Kate too uncomfortable. Carol noticed that Yelena was paying quite a bit of attention as well and seemed to be on the same page as the redhead.

  “Yeah… She was involved in some things that… Well, they just weren’t too good,” Kate tried to vaguely explain the entire thing without going into it too far. She obviously did not want to talk about this too much, and Carol did not blame her at all.

  “Was it the Hand?” Danny asked, his eyes narrowing a little as he suddenly looked far too interested. Kate looked at him in confusion, furrowing her brow, and Carol glanced between the two of them as she readied herself to step in if necessary. Of course, she probably would not have to given the fact that Natasha looked ready to put a stop to it herself.

  “The Hand?” Kate asked, and Colleen shot Danny a warning glance. He instantly started backing up, a slight nervousness in his gaze.

  “Don’t worry about it, it’s not too important,” Danny shrugged, shaking his head as he attempted to dismiss the entire thing.

  Kate was about to speak once more, but the woman from behind Danny and Colleen suddenly got off the phone and interrupted, stepping up with them and looking at Darcy first as Danny had done.

  “Hi, I’m Claire. Congratulations on the discovery,” the woman from behind them greeted, a smile on her face as she remained easygoing as Carol had assessed her to be. Darcy nodded to her with a smile.

  “Thank you! It was kind of a group effort,” Darcy looked at the girls around her, and Kate smiled, her attentions lingering on Danny as his comment about this Hand thing doubtlessly remained lodged in her mind.

  However, she seemed to decide to leave that alone at least for now.

  “So did you figure out anything about what your mother was involved in?” Danny asked, obviously not leaving his own need for knowledge alone. Kate looked at him oddly.

  “Well, she was charged with murder,” Kate explained, laughing slightly nervously, and Natasha returned her attention to him, staring him down.

  “Why do you ask?” Natasha questioned, stepping in, and Danny shrugged, opening his mouth to speak. Colleen interrupted him before he could talk, offering an explanation.

  “He just has an interest in her because she was someone that worked with Harold Meachum, his father’s business partner. He read a few of the files on her after she got arrested because he was pretty sure he had seen the name before in some documents he’s signed in the past,” Colleen explained carefully, and Natasha looked at her carefully, nodding to her as she accepted the answer.

   However, Carol knew that Natasha was far from actually believing the other woman, but the reason she had let it go was because she had accomplished her goal in making them stop questioning Kate about something she was far from comfortable with discussing with total strangers.

  “Umm… Nice party you guys are having here,” Danny tried to make small talk, and Darcy nodded.

  “Yeah. My boss threw it for me.”

  “Who’s your boss?” Danny asked, and Darcy easily answered him.

  “Tony Stark.”

  “Ah… How long have you been working for him?” Danny questioned, and Yelena narrowed her eyes as she finally spoke up.

  “Do you have some kind of sticking your nose in other people’s business problem?” Yelena asked, laying it out there bluntly for him, and Natasha pinched her side softly, trying to stop her from saying such things that were so rude.

  “Umm, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. I’m just curious, that’s all,” he expressed, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

  “Yeah, well, you know what they say. Curiosity kills the kid,” Yelena declared.

  “Don’t you mean cat?” Danny tried to clarify, and Yelena glared at him.

  “I said what I said,” Yelena shot back, and Claire raised her eyebrows, letting out a breath as she shared a glance with Colleen.

  Carol looked out over the crowd, checking once more. She had a strange feeling for some reason, and she was not sure why. It made her even more uneasy than she had been before.

  After a brief moment of calm, Carol started to let her guard down.

  But then the window suddenly shattered.

  The guests screamed, ducking and taking cover, and the heroes in the room simply readied themselves. Even Danny and Colleen did not look too terrified. Claire, on the other hand, looked a bit more nervous.

  Carol narrowed her eyes, realizing that they had finally come.

  The Kree.

  And at the head of them, Yon-Rogg.

  His eyes instantly zeroed in on Carol, and he smirked wickedly.

  “Vers… How nice to see you again.”

  “Can’t say the same for you, unfortunately,” Carol declared, watching his every move. He was standing behind his group of fighters, and they were all decked out in armor.

  He tilted his head, eyeing her.

  “I’m assuming you know why we’re here,” he stated, and all of the people in the room were frozen, just watching the exchange and not knowing what to do.

  “Well, probably not to have a drink and catch up,” Carol sarcastically answered, and he chuckled, shaking his head. Carol moved forward, preparing to fight, and to her surprise, Danny and Colleen were flanking her.

  “You still have that same sense of humor. I guess we’ll find out if you have that same amount of uncontrollable emotion, too,” he pointed out, and Carol clenched her jaw.

  “You still certainly have that same punchable face,” Carol shot back, and he narrowed his eyes with a smirk before looking at his men.

  “Don’t leave here without the meteor or its precise location. Get to work,” he called, and they all withdrew their weapons, starting to walk forward as they came toward Carol.

  The people around them started to panic and disperse, and Tony leapt into action to take care of them.

  Danny got into fighting position alongside Colleen, the both of them on Carol’s right side. Carol glanced over at them, worry and confusion instantly gripping her. These people were definitely not cut out for fighting the Kree. Even though they appeared to be experienced in some amount with martial arts based on the well-practiced appearance of their stances, they still would not stand a chance against the aliens.

  “I hope you’ve got a Plan B or something, because Jackie Chan-ing it isn’t going to cut it for this,” Carol pointed out, trying to offer them some manner of warning, and Danny looked over at her briefly before sharing a glance with Colleen. Colleen offered him a small smile before looking ahead of them at the enemies.

  “You’d be surprised,” Danny answered cryptically.

  Yon-Rogg smirked, moving away as he disappeared into the crowd of people that were trying to escape. Carol furrowed her brow, her nostrils flaring as she decided she would catch up with him in a moment, needing to take out the Kree so that none of her people got hurt.

  They then quickly moved into the fight, Carol blasting powers at several of them as she shot them back into the wall. Carol punched several of them, using full-force as they cracked the surfaces that they crashed into.

  One that she grabbed and threw went toward the broken window that the Kree had come in through, and they went flying out.

  Tony was guiding civilians out, guarding them as they went, and Steve was trying to fight several of them, having come in to interfere from where he had been remaining undercover. Natasha and Yelena were pulling off an assault of their own, fighting in close proximity as they threw punches and worked off of each other’s momentum to take people out.

  During the chaos, Kate had gotten a vantage point up higher and was working on picking them off with her arrows, attempting to pierce their armor.

  However, as soon as one of her arrows landed in the leg of one of the enemies, she quickly found out that whatever armor they were wearing had some manner of forcefield, and the arrow was sent shooting out back in the direction it came.

  The arrow lodged itself into the wall directly next to Kate’s head, and Kate’s chest heaved with the fear, her eyes wide as she gaped at the arrow that had landed terrifyingly close to her face.

  As Yelena stabbed one of them in the gut, she stopped as she stared the man right in the eyes. He grinned cruelly, and she was shot back along with her knife as she rolled across the floor.

  “Yelena, I think they’ve got forcefield armor or something!” Kate called somewhat shakily as she got down from her vantage point. Yelena grumbled under her breath before replying aloud.

  “No kidding…”

  “Yelena, are you okay?!” Natasha called as she hurried over to help her up, and Yelena groaned as Natasha pulled her to her feet. Kate ran to them, looking at the both of them in concern. Natasha gazed over at Kate, examining her wordlessly as she checked for injuries.

  “Yeah… My pride’s not doing so great, though,” Yelena complained a little, and Natasha just huffed in reply to her, happening to stop long enough to look in Carol’s direction. Kate followed her gaze, and she gaped at the scene before her.

  “Woah,” Yelena muttered, gaping at the other blonde as she breezed through the fight.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that… powerful,” Kate admitted.

  Carol was glowing unnaturally brightly from her usual luminescence, and she knew it was largely to do with the emotions she was feeling right now. It was taking everything in her not to singe full-on holes into the Kree.

  Carol turned to face the rest of them after the ones she had successfully taken out, and she watched as a sword that Colleen had somehow gotten her hands on came flying out of her hands as she was knocked back. She had just stabbed one of them, and Carol quickly came to the conclusion that they must have been using the Kratorium for new armor, using its natural forcefield-like qualities for their own protection as they had discussed doing for so many years.

  Carol narrowed her eyes, shooting the one that was approaching Colleen. The woman crashed through the wall, hanging partially in the building and partially outside, and Colleen looked over at Carol from where she was on the ground.

  Colleen nodded to her, and Carol offered one in return. She looked back at the scene, trying to spot where Yon-Rogg had disappeared to. She had wanted to clear some of the Kree to help the others, and now that she had, she needed to check the primary target.

  It did not take her long to home in on him.

  However, she swiftly realized that he had cornered Darcy and had a gun drawn to shoot her with.

  Carol narrowed her eyes before darting forward, the golden glow surrounding her blasting people out of the way. She landed just in front of Darcy as Yon-Rogg was about to pull the trigger, and as he pulled it, it simply crashed into Carol’s chest harmlessly, her powers protecting her.

  She looked at him, nothing but utter stoniness in her gaze as she stared him down. He just stared back at her in surprise, still holding the gun.

  “My turn.”

  She blasted him as hard as she could, his body flying as he was sent out of the window.

  “Are you okay?” Carol demanded, turning toward Darcy swiftly as she took in the bleeding place on her head from where Yon-Rogg had knocked her to the floor. She did not have time to stop for too long, but she needed to make sure Carol was alright.

  “Yeah, I’m fine…. I just… I think I might be sick,” Darcy commented, and Claire was suddenly nearby the both of them, a first aid kit in her hand. Carol had no clue where she got it from, but she was not about to complain.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Claire assured Carol. Carol nodded, glancing between the both of them before stepping back and away.

  “Woah…. The one day I didn’t think to bring my taser, amiright?” Darcy tried to laugh and make it into a joke, her voice shaking which only served to further anger Carol at the man who had dared try to hurt one of her people.

  “You’ve probably got a concussion if you’re feeling sick to your stomach. If you need to throw up, just try to aim to the side of you,” Claire explained, and Carol could hear Darcy gagging, Claire’s medical assessment being proven correct.

  Carol simply snarled as the protectiveness swelled within her so strongly that pure rage was filling her, stalking toward the window as she glowed brightly.

  As she went, she could not help but notice that there were a few other sources of bright light pouring in around her. She dulled her powers just a little as she looked to the side. She quickly noticed Danny with two glowing golden fists, effortlessly blasting through the enemies. Carol raised her eyebrows before turning to look in the other direction.

  She quickly realized that Colleen also had a glowing fist, her sword glowing in unison as she took out enemy after enemy.

  Carol supposed the both of them did have a Plan B outside of karate. And a good Plan B it was.

  Carol levitated out of the window, flying over to where Yon-Rogg had been blasted. Carol slowly stopped glowing as she approached him where he was currently standing. His eyes were practically glowing under the moonlight, and the gleam in them was nothing short of wickedly evil.

  “Hmm… I remember this from before. From when you were too much of a coward to face me without all of the help,” he risked.

  “And I distinctly remember telling you to go home and give your people a message, but I guess we both have pretty different memories of that day, huh?” Carol bit at him, walking toward him as she tilted her head and eyed him coldly. It was taking everything in her not to completely blow his head off.

  “Oh, please. We were never afraid of you, Vers. You never came,” he spat in return, daring to laugh just a little. Carol tilted her head as she paused momentarily in her advance.

  “I chose to have mercy on your people. Looks like that was a mistake,” Carol almost growled, narrowing her eyes.

  “So confident with your powers… So reckless. I wonder what would happen if you didn’t have the lightshow to back up your threats,” he smarmily challenged, and Carol looked at him, unphased despite the fact that his words still managed to get to her even all these years later.

  “I guess we’ll never have to know the answer to that question,” Carol shrugged as she tried her best to force a sense of nonchalance, advancing upon him.

  While she had grown to embrace her emotions and the power they had, she also treasured the outcome of holding them back just until the right moment.

  Unfortunately, he did know that she was mad, and he was on the prowl despite being the one that was backing away from her. He watched her carefully as he gauged what he would say next to her.

  He was seeking to rile her up, and it was easy for Carol to see. Granted, it was definitely working, but she was thankful that she had gotten so much more experience since last time she dealt with him. She was now even more prepared to handle his low blows.

  “Face me, Vers. Face me like you couldn’t before. Like you still can’t!” he challenged, glaring at her as he finally paused. Carol looked at him carefully, stopping as she waited for a long moment. She was doing her best to center herself as well as she could.

  She slowly let all of her powers melt away from her, leaving just her in her usual form except in nicer clothes than usual given the fact that she had dressed up for the party. Carol approached him carefully and leisurely, and he smirked a little, far too pleased with himself for presumably getting to her.

  “Fine. I’ll face you without the lightshow,” Carol assured him, offering the smallest of smiles. She then suddenly launched forward, grabbing him around the neck with one hand firmly as she held him in place, pulling him down so that he was looking her in the eyes.

  “But no promises about the parts of the package that don’t involve lights,” Carol raised an eyebrow with a smirk as she firmly punched him in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. She then delivered several punches to his face that were not quite as strong but still left a definitive mark behind.

  She then grabbed him by the throat once more, him heaving as he tried his best to regain his breath. She narrowed her eyes at him, leaning it a little more closely.

  “And by the way, in case your memory is running a little on the short side like some other parts of you… It’s Carol now,” Carol corrected him before launching him up high into the sky with the sheer force and power of her punch. She watched as he came freefalling back down to the surface, and as he screamed, close to hitting the ground, she flew up and grabbed him by his leg just before he hit it.

  He remained completely still before finally looking back at her in horror.

  She smirked.

  “Now. Shake the poopy from your pants, baby boy, and we’ll take a nice walk to call your men off and give them one last chance to walk home free,” Carol told him. He nodded swiftly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. She dropped him on the ground, and then proceeded to land, grabbing him by his collar as she lifted him back up and onto his feet.

  She flew him back up through the broken window, seeing that several of the Kree were downed. Unfortunately, several of his squad were still going, and it appeared that Colleen’s and Danny’s respective glowing fists were officially out of juice.

  “Hey, dipwads!” Carol yelled, and the Kree turned to look at her, murder in their gazes despite not understanding the slang. They understood the spirit behind it, and that was good enough.

  However, as they realized she had their leader, they suddenly looked far more respectful.

  Carol held him up by his collar.

  “Looking for this?” she asked, and they all just stared at her, not sure what she was going to do next.

  “Here’s how it’s going to be. This guy is staying with me, and you all are going back to your planet. And to be super clear, you will never touch the face of this planet again. Because this one is mine,” Carol venomously staked her claim. They looked at one another, and a few of them looked like they might try something.

  “And if anyone is getting any ideas, well,” Carol trailed off, shrugging as she looked at Yon-Rogg.

  “I’ll take care of you all personally. And I won’t be holding back this time,” Carol warned, and they all looked terrified. They turned their attentions to Yon-Rogg, not sure what to do, and his face remained sour for a long moment.

  He finally nodded to them.

  And with one last glance amongst themselves, they gathered their injured and they jumped out of the window, fleeing to their ship wherever they had hidden it.

  Steve came over to Carol, looking at Yon-Rogg as he furrowed his brow. He met eyes with her momentarily.

  “Is this—”

  “Yep,” Carol answered simply. She had told him about Yon-Rogg, and needless to say, he was very much not a fan after all that the man had done to his girl.

  Steve narrowed his eyes at him, anger burning in his eyes.

  “I can take him,” Steve told her, and she smiled softly, leaning in and kissing his cheek just to rub it in Yon-Rogg’s face that she actually was moving on with her life and had gotten a life outside of the one that the Kree had fabricated for her.

   He gaped at them, and Steve grabbed him, dragging him away rather roughly. Tony joined the both of them, offering some manner of sarcastic quip about Steve needing a leash on him.

  Carol smiled softly before looking at the group that had gathered near her. Natasha had a gentle look of tired happiness on her face, and Yelena was even smiling fondly at her. Kate had a goofy, wide grin on her face from where she was standing on the other side of Natasha, apparently still riding the adrenaline rush from the fight. Colleen and Danny were standing nearby as well, breathing heavily.

  Carol then looked over at Darcy where Claire had helped her to her feet to come and see. Based on the very unhappy look on Claire’s face mixed with concern, it was doubtlessly at Darcy’s own insistence.

  However, after just a moment of Darcy looking at Carol, she pushed away from Claire, walking over to Carol. Carol grinned at her, and to her surprise, Darcy suddenly hugged her, her much shorter form collapsing against her.

  “Thank you,” Darcy expressed, and Carol chuckled warmly after getting over the initial shock, wrapping her arms around Darcy in return.

  “You’re welcome, Lou,” Carol told her gently, squeezing her softly for a long moment.

  When Darcy pulled away, Kate reached out an arm, wrapping it around her as she gave her something to lean on. Carol straightened, looking at the group before centering her attentions most primarily on Danny ass he remembered his glowing fist.

  “Hey, that was some pretty amazing fighting, karate kid,” Carol complimented Danny, and he huffed, smiling in reply to her.

  “Thanks.”

  “Have your fists always lit up like that?” Natasha questioned, looking at Colleen and Danny. Colleen shrugged, somewhat out of breath as she gazed at the redhead.

  “Not really… It’s kind of a long story,” Colleen finally settled for saying.

  “Trust me, we have time,” Yelena told her, and Colleen offered a grin to them.

  “That’s good, but let’s discuss it on the way to the hospital. She probably needs an actual examination to make sure I didn’t miss anything,” Claire explained, pointing at Darcy where she was currently leaned against Kate.

  They all started to head out, and Carol smiled as she let out soft, deep breath.

  It was all taken care of. Darcy was safe and her work remained where it should be.

  Carol would never let the Kree take anything from her again.

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Hi 😊 I hope you’re having a lovely august! I was interested in being in your August reading if there are still slots open and if it’s not too late. This month flew by! But I felt compelled to submit still.

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Question:

What message or guidance does the universe or spirit have for me at this moment?

And if spirit or the universe are not coming through a general reading works for me.

Thank you so much!

Hello heart anon! Thank you for your request! 🥰 Don't worry at all about sending an ask at any time. I always save valid requests for a later day, and fulfill them eventually when I have the time. 💖

Hope you will come back next month for your birthday reading. In the meantime the universe and/or spirit has the following message for you:

judgement (dante). page of pentacles reversed. the masterless knight. six of wands

There is at least one area of your life that is really ripe for a change, and you know this - you have been waiting and hoping for it for some time. Based on the first card, the special Judgement, I believe this has something to do with you spiritual journey and/or magical practice, if you have any, but if you feel like it resonates in a different way, or more than one way, then feel free to go with that. What I think is that there is a type of behavior that is generally true of you but it is in your spirituality where it's the most pressing right now. So this is why it came up like this.

You really seem to enjoy starting things. Actually keeping to them? Not so much... 😬 (Relatable.) You like fluttering from one thing to another, dip your toe a little in many waters. This is not always a bad thing, but you are at a stage right now where the lack of follow through is holding you back a LOT. Maybe you are afraid of settling for one thing, which is understandable but let me tell you, you don't have to be afraid of it at all. Just pick a direction that seems favorable and keep to it for a while. Then, there will be a time when the path gets a little bit harder, and this is where you would normally get scared and flutter away to the next shiny thing. No, you have to keep going! Just a little bit, okay? For one, soon you will find that it gets easier. If it got easier but you still don't like it, I promise you can leave. And two... let me tell you, I will always stand by a jack of all trades. This post is written by the jack of all trades gang. 😤 But it doesn't matter how many trades the jack is of, they still have to learn them first! You are not actually sticking to anything long enough to learn anything. You feel me?

I'm sure that there is something deep down that scares you away. A potential for failure, perhaps? The cards didn't directly say this, so whatever the reason, you will have to figure it out by yourself. Maybe it's worth exploring because it will make it easier to get over the hurdles. But I wanna talk about something that the cards expressed, that will benefit you even more knowing.

I think the core of the issue here is that your identity that is either not very clear to you, or you have not at all came to terms with how some parts (spirituality?) fit into the rest of your identity. To put it way simpler, you are not really sure who you are, but you seem to be... almost enjoying this, to an extent? I totally get it, this can be blissful, in a way. But what you are not seeing, is that there is a more sinister side to this. Namely, that if you are putting yourself into a position where you are just happy to follow anyone who at that moment sounds and feels right, then someone who can sound very inspirational with their honeyed words can take advantage of that.

The way that the cards are presenting this, I almost feel like this is an actual, real person that they are talking about. I don't think you have met them yet... or if so, then only very recently. Either way, you will recognize them by the trail of promises and praises that they like to make. They love to promise you big things, and you believe it because they seem to have achieved these things for themselves. And I wanna stress... I don't think that we are talking about some kind of real life cult leader manipulative mastermind here. I don't think that this person is fundamentally evil. But like many, they have their own agenda, which benefits only them in the end. I'm not saying that they are selling a grift, but they are selling something, and you need to recognize this pattern for the sell that it is. You will feel drawn to them, because you think they can fill the emptiness that makes you flutter from thing to thing... and maybe in a way they can, but their help will come with a price tag, which you may not see right away. Take it or leave it, but be aware. 👀

That meaning that you are looking for, cannot really be given to you by others - not without you working towards it at least. You probably have a lot of goals, but they are more like dreams, which is to say, vague. If you need help where to start, that's probably a good direction: to transmute your dreams into a clear goal with an achievable path towards it. Maybe you need to make your goals smaller, that usually works for me well.

One more fortune cookie for the road: "A calm conversation extinguishes misunderstandings." Make sure that you are clear to people with your boundaries.

I don't usually ask this, but if you have the time, can you give me an honest review whether this resonated or not? It doesn't have to be long and I will be super grateful 🙏 Im recording the results of my readings for a project, and I will need a lot of readings! So if I can add this, that will be really helpful🥰

august readings (1 of 5)

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[hyuckmov]

hello jing hehe, i actually read the demon hyuck fic last night before going to bed 🤭 (a must so that i can get inspired from thinking of fake scenarios as i fall asleep 😆)

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ITTTTTT apart from the fact i like corruption kinks in general hehe this one is now added to my books! AND THE INCORPORATION OF DEMON ANGEL DYNAMICS JUST MADE IT SPICIER 🔥 hyuck being drawn to innocent little y/n 👌🏼

probably one of my favorite moments in tropes like this is when the ml enjoys and is amused by the fl falling apart at the most featherlight touches and from then on would go insane from anything further and deeper than that AND I CAN SAY U YOU PORTRAYED THOSE DETAILS VERY WELL IN THIS FIC 🫶🏼

apart from that, my fave would also be that it was meant to be sort of a one time thing for hyuck but suddenly feels something that he can't help but want more and perhaps stay longer but hehe circumstances circumstances given the character dynamics (STILL LOVE IT THO)

I can't help but ponder at the end tho i have soooooo many questions like was corrupting angels a regular thing for hyuck even before he met y/n? how was y/n when she woke up? did she remember any of those happenings with hyuck? did he erased her memory? what on earth happened when y/n got jealous like what power did she do to him to make a demon submit to her like that fkdkdjd? LIKE OH MY GOD THE OPEN END LEAVES ROOM FOR MORE which is why i am kindly asking hehe, is there a possibility for a part 2? 👉🏼👈🏼 NO PRESSURE THO ><

anywayyy I really enjoyed it and i remember u always say that u hope ur fics are at least hot BUT GIRL THIS IS VERY HOT AND IS MORE THAN JUST THAT WITH A LITTLE TWINGE OF ANGST 💖

lemme just share my fave scene and lines:

"that's because you're always so good for me." now burying his face in your neck, he pulls you closer in his arms, closing his eyes so he can breathe you in. "you're too good for me, angel." 

my mind just exploded right then and there 🤯 second line very on point with the plot! and ngl i wanna see more of them if you would allow us to and if that's part of ur future plans 🤭 AND LAST ONE I SWEAR HAHA i really love how the story STARTED and ENDED with "hey, angel" 🫶🏼

HEHE I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT ELSE U HAVE UP YOUR SLEEVE! I HOPE U HAD A BLAST ON UR BIRTHDAY AS MUCH AS WE DID WITH DEMON HYUCK 🩷 LOVE UUUU TAKE CAREEEE AND STAY SAFE!~ 🩷🩷🩷

- 💛

💛 ANON ur so fast omg thank u for always being so supportive of what i write and taking the time to read and review it. i hav been sitting on this ask for a little bc every time i read it i feel like my day is made all over again... you are too kind to me omg & the idea of a pt.2 too 😭😭😭

im so happy i managed to successfully write someth for the hyuck x corruption kink community esp w the many requests i got for that <3 i hope i managed to live up to some of the expectations and also take it somewhere interesting w the demon x angel dynamic !!! i especially wanted to show demon hyuck still have the capacity for tenderness and warmth and the sort of angel energy taking effect on him too so im really glad that came across <3 im so happy this was hot & angsty enough for uu

hehehe ABOUT YOUR QUESTIONS.... i purposefully left those vague and it truly means the world to me that you would be interested in a part 2!!! i actually kind of had plans for them too beyond the open ending but i felt like it would be too much for a oneshot... i guess i'll see how this fic does and how its recieved before deciding on whether there's a demand for a part 2 hehe

thank you for sharing your favorite scenes and lines hehehe <3 she was too good for him and it scared him so much i'm so happy u noticed that in the way it was phrased :) hope you have a lovely day and week and stay healthy too!!!

[blushblush-readerinsertsnthings]

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[mingiswow]

Boyfriend!Hyunjin

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

Thx to the anon who requested Hyunjin's version 💖💖

ok listen to me very carefully:

he gets wiped really easily

He believes in love at first sight for sure

which is kinda what happened with you

you’ll be with your friends at one of those open karaoke things

idk man i don’t have karaoke where I live

and then he saw you enjoying yourself and having fun

he let out a little giggle and you saw him standing there looking at you

then you started to sing to him as a joke

and boy oh boy

he liked your attitude

he really likes confident people

but if you’re not, i’m sure he’ll fall for your personality

he’s not the one to care about looks

so back with the meeting thing

after you went back to your table with your friends he kept looking at you

But was too afraid to do something lmao

So he just sent a drink with a little note asking for your number

which you obviously gave to him

And the rest is story

like I said baby boy gets attached really fast

so expect him wanting to spend a lot of time with you

he’s not big on pda

especially in front of the boys

he gets all shy and flustered

but when you guys are alone he has you always on his lap

and if you’re bigger than him, he’ll be on your lap

no problem for our cuddle puppy

I don’t feel like he has a specific type of kiss but he likes to caress your body while kissing

If you're the one on his lap his hands will be holding your hips or caressing your tights

eventually holds your face close to his

but if he’s the one on your lap he likes to hold your neck

grabbing the little hairs at nape of it

Pulling you closer to him

and your hands must be on his ass

don’t you dare take them off there

he took a while to introduce you to the boys

He’s not sure why he did that

but he was glad because as soon as you entered the dorm the boys stormed you with questions and little secrets about him

Also you got along pretty well with them

Felix absolutely stole you from Hyunjin from time to time

You guys became best friends

which sometimes gets Hyunjin quite jealous

he doesn’t get jealous jealous

It’s more like a sadness??? Like you’re trading him

but then you just have to pepper him with kisses hugs and compliments and he’s good to give you more love

I see him as being the most romantic of them all

He might not cook very well but he’ll ask Felix or Minho to cook for you two

dinners at home are a must

Is his favorite type of date

bc he can enjoy your time together with privacy

I mean… if one of the boys doesn't decide to butt in

Usually these types of date end up with you two cuddled up watching some movie

Which leads to you two making out

Which leads to other things 😏

NSFW from here on

That fucking brat

That little tease

Expect him to tease you a lot

To the point you’ll explode and just pin him against the bed and ride him

he loves to experiment with you but boy oh boy he loves some angry sex

pin him against the wall, the bed

Hold his arms still

Don’t let him touch you

He’ll be so damn turned on that his mind is clouded

Pegging/anal

He loves the power you have over him

And he loves to submit to you even if it’s just the two of you fucking each other’s company

And he’s vocal

And loud

he wants everyone in the dorms to know you two are having sex

just so he can rub at the other’s faces that’s he’s getting some with the most hot person they could imagine

He rarely doms but sometimes he’s just utterly frustrated and just want to fuck until he gets tired and with an empty mind and body

praise him after these days and he’ll turn into mush in your arms

Little spoon after sex

so prepare because you’re going to be the one responsible for aftercare

He also likes to passionately make out with you after sex

Because he usually likes it rough so he likes the intimacy and calm that the kisses create

Overall he likes to feel comforted and cared during the horny times

so praise and hug him and he’ll give you whatever you want

[frenchfrywrites]

Weird request, but we all have piss kinks so.. I don’t think it gets weirder than that.

How about for punishment making the bro’s and Simeon use a pee pad as punishment? And they have to do it in front of you … I feel so weird typing this..

dont kink shame me

Bros + Simeon use a pee pad as punishment

MINORS DNI

Anon baby I regret to inform you that it does get weirder than having a piss kink.. and im delighted to inform you that this isn't all that weird, also cmon dude you know i cant kink shame you 💀💖

Lucifer

Unbelievably humiliated 

He’s burning a deep shade of red and he doesn’t trust his legs so he has to stand over it

It’ll take him a while to pee under your gaze 

He might need you to come up behind him and rub his bladder (unless you don’t mind getting a little wet.. You can also stand in front of him and do it)

He hates how turned on he gets from the embarrassment and oddity 

After it he’ll be so clingy to you, apologizing or begging, submitting fully to you

He’ll be the one to clean up the mess afterwards

He’d rather die than have you take care of his piss pad 💔

Mammon

This is hardly a punishment for him

He’ll eagerly piss on the pad, however you like

Squat? Kneel? On all fours? Stand? Doesn’t matter to him!

He has no problem with pissing too, he’s pissed so much in front of you it comes naturally

He’ll look up/over at you as he pees, expecting praise 

If he doesn’t get it he’ll pout 

He hopes you’re as turned on by this as he is, because he’s having a blast

But he’ll pretend he hates it if you want to make it a punishment! (spoiler: he's horrible at hiding his pleasure)

The whole thing puts him deep into his head/subspace, so be ready for that

Levi

Equal parts embarrassed and excited

He’ll get into whatever position you want, but he’ll want you nearby

Speaking of you being nearby, he’ll probably want to cling to you as he lets go (if he’s allowed)

Honestly I think Levi needs you to watch him to make it fun for him

If you left him alone it’d be too humiliating to handle

That said, he’s also so pee shy and it’ll take him forever until he has to pee

Like you’ll have to bring him over to the pad when he’s so crazy desperate to let go that he’s squeezing his legs together and cupping himself

He might cry a bit (cause it feels so good and so overwhelming)

Satan

Surprisingly very into this punishment 

He’ll be so obedient, getting into whatever position you want

He doesn’t think it’s humiliating in the slightest

It’s just fun and unique and he likes it

He likes the way you watch him

He likes that it makes him feel degraded

Work in some dumbification if you’d like (too dumb to use the toilet etc,).. It’d make Satan even more pleased with the experience

Afterwards he’s seeped deeper into his subspace (though it doesn’t have the effect on him as it does on Mammon)

Asmo

I do think Asmo would be a bit embarrassed doing this!

He likes that you’ll be watching him

But as soon as he’s positioned over the pad he feels nervous having your gaze on him

He might whine, begging to pee in the toilet or on your lap instead

He waits until the very last minute to pee

Which results in tears, because it hurts to hold it that long

Once he does let go he cries even more because it feels so good

This is a great punishment bc afterwards he’s so obedient and submissive and clingy, he’ll do whatever you say 

Beelzebub

LOVES this

Probably the only punishment that will not make him tear up or become upset

Because he’s not embarrassed or humiliated doing it

He wants to please you though

Like mammon and satan he’ll do whatever position you’d like (but he especially likes positions where he can watch himself)

Might dip his fingers into his stream if he’s allowed (and then bring them to his mouth lmao)

(If you actually wanted to make it a punishment, you could piss on the pad too.. To have your piss land there and not in his mouth would crush him 💀)

Belphie

Like Levi I think he’d be equal parts humiliated and excited 

He’s such a brat tho omg 

Like he’d probably aim himself so the piss goes off the pad, or onto you

Or he calls you a pervert for watching

(like he’s not hard from your gaze 🙄)

But if you gag/muzzle him, he can’t make any bratty comments,, and he’d look so good

If you give him some incentive he might be a good boy and use the pad correctly

Then he expects praise afterwards

Simeon

Also equal parts humiliated and excited, but SO humiliated and SO excited

Jittering with nerves, it takes him a while to pee

(you keep telling him he has to calm down and he keeps apologizing lmao)

He likes to be on his hands and knees because it makes him feel grounded but he'll do any position

prefers if you stay close enough (and let him touch you)

Definitely cries when he lets go

Not from humiliation (surprisingly), just feels so good and he's so overwhelmed

[writerlyhabits]

Ever wonder how Din would react to Cobb Vanth hitting on you over and over? 👀 I spy a jealous Mando

Ahhhhh Nonnie I cannot tell you how much I freaking love this concept, with Cobb and his southern charm just being friendly and Din just absolutely losing his mind 😂 I offer you this fun lil drabble for one of my favorite tropes, I hope you like it! 💖

Warnings: established relationship, jealousy, Mando’s bedroom voice, just some fun with a Mando who knows what’s his

Words: 901

“Well aren’t you a sight, Mando,” the man who you took to be Cobb Vanth greeted with a deep drawl of an accent. “I’m glad to see ya’ll around here again!”

“It’s good to see you,” Din returned, shaking his hand. Cobb then turned to you, holding the kid in his pouch on your hip.

“And who’s this beautiful young thing you’ve brought with you this time?” You smiled politely and introduced yourself. You could see Mando shift out of the corner of your eye, noting how his visor followed you as you shook Vanth’s hand. “As much of a pleasure this is, I’m sure you haven’t just dropped by for a visit, have you?”

“Our ship was hit pretty hard, we came to Mos Eisley for repairs.” Our ship… he hadn’t used that term very often. As much as you’d made the ship your home, following your beloved Mandalorian around the galaxy, even you would admit the Crest was his. “Thought we’d drop in and see how you’re holding up, and if you could offer any lodging,” Mando finished.

“You’re in luck, we’re doing a soft opening for an inn in town, trying to put ourselves back on the map and all that,” Vanth explained. His gaze turned back from the Mandalorian to give you a handsome smile. “And for our savior and his lovely companion, I think I can weasel a good deal out of ‘em.”

“Thank you, that’s really kind of you” you offered.

“Oh it’s the least I can do sweetheart,” Cobb smiled. The Marshal was looking at you, and completely missed the Mandalorian behind him who was practically glaring daggers at Vanth through the helmet. “Why don’t you two get yourselves settled while I get those rooms settled for you-”

“Just one room,” Din stated pointedly. Cobb spun on his heel to look back at Mando getting his bag off the speeder a tad more aggressive than was necessary. The Marshal’s hospitality didn’t waiver.

“You got it! I’ll meet y’all over there when you’re ready. Then why don’t I take you out for dinner, my treat!” Cobb gave a gentle pat to your shoulder and set off to the inn.

Once you were settling yourselves in the one room Din had requested so insistently, you took your chance to question your partner’s behavior before submitting him to Cobb waiting for your party in the lobby.

“So, do you always glare daggers at him, or is something up?” you asked playfully, knowing the answer. He flung his bag onto the bed before turning to you with his hands at his hips.

“He’s being too friendly.” You cocked your eyebrows at him.

“Too friendly? Yes, his warm welcome definitely explains why you’re being so weird about the one room.” you mocked. You took the kid from his pouch and set him down on the bed to relieve your shoulder for a little.

“He’s flirting with you,” he explained. Then it had become clear. You had simply thought Cobb was being hospitable, it was common for small-town people to be so forward in their politeness. But to Din… You smiled mischievously up at his visor.

“Din, are you jealous?” you tried, your sly smile growing. A huff came out of his helmet as he looked away from you for a moment. When he looked back at you there was a familiar tilt to his helmet. You just had to remember which one it was…

“I’m not jealous,” he started, his voice low and deeper than usual. He dropped his hands and walked the few steps closer to you, grabbing your waist to pull you into him. “He has a habit of taking things that aren’t his, and he should remember I don’t take kindly to it.” You gave a soft giggle in response, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only ever be yours,” you assured him.

“As long as I’m yours in return,” Din answered, making your knees weak and your smile grow impossibly bigger. With the hand not holding you to his beskar, he lifted the rim of his helmet up to drop his lips down to yours. You could feel his need to claim you, to belong to you in the desperation of his kiss. Lips pleasantly bruising, and his mouth tasting so deliciously like him.

You got lost in his touch and didn’t catch onto his actions when he kissed down to the spot just under your jaw he knew you loved. And by the time you had realized he was sucking the skin there, it was already too late. You saw the glimpse of a smile disappear under the helmet when it was done, satisfied with the dark hickey he’d left on your neck.

“You’re an ass, we’re supposed to go to dinner and you know I can’t hide that,” you whined.

“That was the point mesh’la.” he said with another tilt of his helmet, like a cat who caught the canary. “Thought I’d make it easier for him to remember you’re mine.”

And remind Cobb he did. Din had at least gone back to being friendly with the Marshall, but with the hickey, his arm around your shoulder, and then his hand on the inside of your thigh while you ate… there were no more misunderstandings about exactly what was going on between the two of you in your one room.

...

Din Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl

[oraclekleo]

Kim Jung Woo (NCT) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kim Jung Woo

Stage Name: Jungwoo

Group: NCT

Masterpost: NCT

Kim Jung Woo

Jungwoo (NCT)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - II The High Priestess

Jungwoo is truly very intuitive in a relationship. If his partner is more on the sub side, he will take charge, if his partner is a dom, he will submit. If he and his lover prefer to drop power play as a whole, he will be happy with that, too. Jungwoo is likely deeply connected with the person he loves, nearly can read their minds and will feel deeply hurt when his lover is hurt and overjoyed when they are happy. He’s the type of man who has a sympathetic pregnancy when his wife is expecting a baby. Or better say he might become such a man when the time comes.

Libido - King of Swords

Jungwoo isn’t the most passionate man out there. In fact, he can stay pretty cold for a long time. He keeps himself under check and it’s not easy to heat him up. It’s not he wouldn’t be interested in sex, it’s just he needs more effort to be shown before he can feel horny. He’s a perfectionist and even a tiniest thing off his taste will ruin a romantic atmosphere for him.

Turn On - 10 of Swords

Jungwoo is likely to feel attracted to people who have been through a lot in their life and have built a certain resistance towards harm. As mentioned before, Jungwoo is a powerful empath and a person who doesn’t get emotional easily is simply easier to handle for him. He’s likely to feel attracted to someone intelligent and eloquent. 

Kink - 8 of Swords

We have mentioned that Jungwoo feels everything very strongly. And nothing can bring him to his knees quicker than taking some of his senses or even freedom away from him. Shackle him up to the bed, blindfold him, gag him, tease his remaining senses till he’s crazy and then bring him to the gates of heaven. Don’t forget that he’s a perfectionist so the handcuffs, blindfolds and gags should be from one matched set.

Dirtiest Secret* - 10 of Pentacles

Jungwoo’s dirtiest secret is the fact that he’s actually a family man and wishes to get married one day, have children, home, and leave a legacy here. He’s looking forward to becoming a father (not sure he will love the sympathetic pregnancy that much but that’s his problem) and he’s gonna be the best father and husband.

Thank you for reading!

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[always-andromeda]

Grant a wish for us both. Way Out There with Louis Ives cause we deserve happiness and I have a deep need to just run away. Who better with than that beautiful babygirl?💖

Author’s Note | now, I will say that I leaned heavily into the angst of this one, almost unintentionally. but like. my heart needed to be able to have an outlet to say some of these things! thank you very much for the request!

Warnings | transphobia, Henry is an asshole, genuinely, if you are triggered by ignorant transphobic rhetoric, consider skipping this one. your mental health is far more important. I love you

This wasn't the first time Henry had expressed upset at Louis' "lifestyle" and it certainly wouldn't be the last. As much as Louis looked up to the vile man, you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand the rude little remarks he made about your partner.

It was made so much more difficult considering the fact that Louis lived with the man. You couldn't even try to stand up for Louis or yourself when you were sitting at his dinner table.

But you clench your fist on the table as Henry insults you. Louis slowly rubs a hand over your knee beneath the table. And you appreciate the sweet gesture greatly until Henry opens his mouth again.

"What do you do again?"

You manage a strained smile, "I write." Nevermind the fact that every time you'd visited thus far, Henry made a point in playing dumb and acting like he'd completely forgotten you actually had a personality. You can tell it's a combination of his misogyny and his need to express superiority over anyone he feels threatens his values.

Henry's eyes lit up, "Oh, yes, that's quite right. I'm sure Louis told me about some article you've written. Something about your...gender studies, was it?"

Louis says wearily, "Henry..." He knows the tone Henry adopts all too well. It's a challenge. He intends to wind you up until he can make some sort of excuse about women being the weaker sex, always submitting to their emotions.

"What? I'm sure the woman can stand to explain some of her ridiculous beliefs, my dear boy."

You glare at him, "No thank you, actually. But I'd be delighted to remind you that Louis isn't a boy."

"Oh...yes...his change in...lifestyle." Henry cringes on his words.

"I wouldn't call it their lifestyle as much as I would call it their identity, Henry."

"I knew the boy long you, girl. Long before he started going on about this new thing. You can't expect me to change my perception overnight, my dear."

You snap, "You don't get to call me that."

Louis pipes in, glancing at the older man before quickly averting their eyes, "Henry, it's been months since we talked to you about this."

"Oh, so you're ganging up on your old friend, are you? Can't say I haven't been waiting for the day that you'd fold to the feminine allure."

You scoot your chair back, letting it screech across the hardwood floor, "That's it, Louis, we're leaving." You grab Louis' hand and they follow you, staying silent and not sparing another glance towards Henry.

Back at your apartment, Louis lays back on your bed. "Hopefully Henry won't be as irritated in the morning. I'm sure if we just apologized for--"

You interrupt as you sit beside them, "Louis, I know you want his approval...but you're never going to get it from him. He doesn't care about you or what you want. All he cares about is being seen as superior."

Tears begin to fill Louis' eyes as they tilt their head back. You settle next to them. They wrap their long arms around you and tuck their face into your side. Muffled, you hear, "I wish I could just get away from it all. From Terra. From Henry. From everything."

You stroke your fingers through Louis' soft brown hair, "Why don't we do that then?"

"Huh?" Louis sniffed, raising his head to look at you with puffy, red eyes.

"Let's go away. Somewhere that you can unwind."

"What about work? What about Henry? What about--"

"Fuck Terra. Fuck Henry. Fuck all of those things. When was the last time you asked yourself, 'what about Louis?' Because now seems like the best time."

The more they thought about the idea, the more appealing it sounded. It had been so long since Louis had allowed themselves the space to breathe. The space to just...exist. Every day was a performance. Putting on that stuffy suit and walking into the office, pretending that they were just like everyone else. Pretending that they didn't care when Henry said something patronizing about you or them.

"Then let's do it." They say, a teasing smile already creeping up on their brightening face as they lean up to kiss you. 

[sotcher0jeax]

hey sotcher, can i request some protective darren? maybe someone made reader uncomfortable and he goes off on them? 💚

This is my first request on Tumblr! Thank you so much for submitting it!! I really hope that you enjoy this fic!💖

(I accidentally made Darren so much more aggressive and the reader so much more soft/sensitive than I had planned to and I’m not sure whether or not that’s a good thing-)

Old Encounters

Pairing: Darren x GN!reader (use of the word “partner”, no pronouns used)

Type: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Proof Read: Not really

Tw: cursing, aggression, uncomfortably touched (reader)

You had agreed to meet Darren at the party that night. Nidge is throwing a big one again and you and Darren thought that it might be fun to go. You’re leaving your flat as your heart dances a little. It always does when you’re going to meet up with Darren, no matter the occasion.

You arrive at the club and hop out of the taxi after paying your fee to the driver. You walk down the metal stairs to get to the entrance. Darren had texted you earlier that evening to remind you that he’ll meet you at the bar at around 10 pm. You glance at your watch to see that it’s currently 9:55 pm. As you let the large door swing open, you are met by a loud blast of music coming from inside.

You walk into the club and try to shuffle your way through the dancing crowd in order to reach the bar. Through all the movement and noise, you suddenly feel yourself fall as you stumble on something. Before you even have a chance to process that you’re flying towards the ground, you are already back on your feet. You blink and look around hastily to see that someone has caught you before you had the chance to crash into the floor. They have their arms around your waist, preventing you from falling. You turn around to face them, about to thank them for their quick thinking, when your heart sinks. You recognise the person who caught you. It’s your ex-partner.

“Woah there, darling. Keep that up and you’ll end up getting hurt.”, they chuckle as they loosen their grip around your waist a little. You flash them a quick fake smile and reply with a silent “Yeah” before trying to wriggle yourself free. The memories you two have together aren’t very friendly ones. Your ex tended to harm you a lot, mentally as well as physically. You don’t want to be anywhere near them. Unfortunately, they have also recognised you.

As you continue to struggle in their grasp, you realise that they aren’t letting you go. In fact, they seen to be tightening their grip around you. A shiver shoots down your back as you begin to panic a little. You look up at your ex and you’re met with a malicious smile. This sets something off in you. You’re gut is yelling at you to get away from this creep. You start to push against their chest in an attempt to break free but their hold is just too strong. Tears of frustration and fear start to swell up in your eyes from this sudden enclosure. Their clasp only becomes stronger as you continue your struggle and you can feel your heart beginning to race. You just want to get out of here.

You begin to feel the adrenaline pumping through your body as you look around, desperately searching for help, but everybody seems to be too busy dancing to realise your distress. “How’ve yeh been keepin’, darling?”. Your focus snaps back to the creature in front of you. The way they say the word “darling”… it just sounds so… wrong. Your face morphs into a frown as you reply with: “Grand until you showed up.” Your ex-partner sniggers at this reply and takes your chin into their hand. They were way too close for comfort, but you were powerless against them. “Feisty, aye? Yeh must’ve been so lonely without me. I’ve been thinkin’: how ‘bout we have a do-over and try again? I could show yeh how to’ve a good time~” You let out a low whimper of disgust as a response. They seem to ignore this as they lean in closer. So many thoughts fly through your head causing you to panic even more. You don’t want this. You want to get away.

You close your eyes as you lean as far away from this person as you can. Suddenly, the cage around you disappears. You’re no longer trapped in their grasp. You open your eyes to see that your ex-partner is leaning to the opposite direction of you, their hands desperately trying to grasp at something at the back of their head. You hurriedly step away from your ex before moving to see what’s causing their state of discomfort. To your surprise, someone had aggressively grabbed your ex-partner’s hair and pulled it back, forcing them to let go of you. The person held a firm grip as your ex struggles and is trying to grasp at the person’s hand to try and break free, but to no avail.

You try to focus your sight onto the person’s face, your eyes widening as you see who it is. Darren. You look at his face and see almost a completely different person. He isn’t the Darren that you know. He isn’t the caring, loving Darren with nothing but kindness in his eyes each time he looks at you. No, right now he was visibly filled with rage and very clearly agitated. His aggression is visible from the way he planted his grip on your ex. You’re too stunned by the sight to do anything and just stare at the scene unraveling in front of you.

“Hey, mate. What the fuck do yeh think you’re doin’ to me partner, huh?” Darren’s overly friendly voice has a sinister sentiment to it. Your ex grunts in pain as a reply. Darren sharply pulls their hair, causing them to be forced closer to him. He leans closer to their face and threatens: “Touch my partner again and I swear to God I will fucking kill you.” The way he says those words gives you shivers and they aren’t even directed at you.

Your ex barely manages to nod their head and Darren roughly shoves them away from him, making them stumble. He’s by your side in a shot, his outstretched arms inviting you into his embrace. Without hesitation, you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his chest as he holds you close to him. He gently strokes the top of your head to soothe you.

Darren held you a while longer before holding you in front of him to look down at your face and asking: “Are you alright?” You look up at him for a moment before a soft “mhm” leaves your lips. Darren gently places a soft kiss on your forehead before hugging you again. “You’re okay now” he softly reassures you.

It was times like these that reminded you of just how grateful you were to have Darren in your life. He means everything to you. Just like you mean everything to him <3

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