#It’s the attention starved for me 🤪

[jenosbigtoe]

your abo fics slaps so hard honestly 😩😩😩 please write alpha!haechan w my beloved breeding kink… only if you’re up for it ofc! the way he’s been hitting the gym lately got me all 🤪🤪🤪

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: brother’s best friend!alpha!lee haechan x mark’s little sister!reader

warnings: breeding, creampie, unprotected sex

a/n: idk why i can’t just write a normal abo fic i gotta add another trope… but brother’s best friend!hyuck is so.

it should be a federal crime for lee donghyuck to look that fucking hot.

it was obvious he had just come from the gym, wearing a black tank drenched in sweat and grey sweatpants. he reeked of pure alpha pheromones, making your little pussy dampen and drool. he had been working out so much lately, you could tell. his arms got so beefy and his chest so thick, veins popping out as he bragged about his gains to mark. you fantasized about how it would feel to get pinned underneath him as he took you as his omega, your face buried in his burly chest as his biceps held you down.

as he stood in the doorway to your room, he gave you a flirty wink and blew a quick kiss. he definitely noticed you eye fucking him. “sup, babe.”

you groaned and threw a pillow at his big head. “ugh, hyuck, get out. mark still isn’t back from class if you’re looking for him.”

lee donghyuck. your brother’s best friend, whom you’ve known since he was the annoying little shit that was attached to mark’s hip at 6 years old and teased the daylights out of you for being such a little baby that still clung to big brother markie. the donghyuck that once put a frog in your hair and let it pee on you. the donghyuck that has blown out the candles on your birthday cake every single year, for 17 years, since you were 5. the donghyuck that was only a year older than you but still treated you like a little baby.

in spite of all his teasing, you always had a huge crush on him. and he knew that. he loved taking advantage of that fact. when you finally presented as an omega a year after he presented as an alpha, he took his teasing to another level. making sure to grab your hips as he walked past you, pretending to hump your ass when your back was turned. rubbing his scent all over you when markie wasn’t looking, giving you a sly wink when you were sufficiently claimed and red in the face. getting really close to your face to brush a hair out of your eyes, almost as if he was going to kiss you.

you didn’t really know what your relationship with him was. really, you wanted nothing more than to be his omega and for him to be your alpha. but he just loved teasing you and you loved all the attention you got from it.

“oh no, babe. i’m not looking for mark.” his eyes held a dangerous glint as he slowly walked over to the side of your bed.

you stared up at him nervously. “hyuck, what are you doing?”

he wordlessly crawled onto your bed and pinned you underneath him. strong hands grabbing your small wrists and body pressing you down into the mattress. his pupils were blown with lust as he looked at you like a piece of meat in front of a hungry predator. your heart was beating out of your chest. you felt like your blood was on fire and your stomach was going to twist itself into a pretzel.

“donghyuck, what the fuck are you doing?” your voice was small and nervous.

he leaned his head down to nuzzle your neck, inhaling your sweet scent deeply. you were getting dizzy from the pheromones emanating from his body as he kept you pinned beneath him.

“fuck, omega. let me stay like this for a second,” he groaned into your neck. you felt his hardening cock rub against your thigh. your pussy started drooling and screaming for him.

“hyuck…”

he shushed you by pressing a hard kiss to your mouth. he sucked on your lips like a man starved, grinding his erection against your thigh and keeping you pressed into the mattress so you couldn’t escape. you moaned at the contact, reciprocating the kiss with the same fervor.

he suddenly broke the kiss to look you deep in the eyes. you could see the flaming hot desire burning beneath his pupils. “omega, let me make you mine? please? i’m tired of these games. let me make you my mate, omega.”

your heart soared with happiness. you couldn’t hide your excitement as you grinned and nodded your head vigorously. were you dreaming? donghyuck had never even this was everything you had ever fantasized about and more. your dream alpha taking you and making you his? and you didn’t even have to do anything besides sit here and look pretty?

he took you balls deep, easily slipping his fat cock inside your dripping cunt. you were already so wet for him. such a good omega for her alpha. so perfect and all for him. you eagerly took everything he had to give you. after all, he was your alpha.

“a-ahh! ah! alpha, please!” you sobbed into his shoulder, mind numb and pussy clenching from pleasure. your legs shook from around his shoulders.

“fuckkkk, feel so good, omega,” he pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head and caressed your cheek. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this day. how long i’ve waited to finally make you mine. just couldn’t take it anymore.”

his hips drove impossibly deep into yours, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. your cunt gushed and clenched around his thick cock. his heavy balls slapped against your ass and made lewd sounds from the wetness of your pussy.

“alpha!! please!! don’t stop!” fat tears of pleasure rolled down your face.

you buried your face into his thick chest and grabbed onto his beefy arms for support. his delicious scent and intoxicating alpha pheromones filled your head and left you feeling so so needy for him.

your sweet pussy clenching and dripping around his cock was too much for him to handle. “gonna cum, omega, and you’re going to take it all. you’re going to take every last fucking of my load. gonna fuck my cum into you til you’re round with my pups and everyone has to know you’ve been claimed by your alpha.

you nodded your head vigorously, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts. “yes, please, alpha!! i need your cum so bad! cum inside my pussy, please!”

with a final hard thrust snapping against your hips, he bottomed out inside your bruised pussy. you could feel his cock throb and twitch inside as his hot cum filled you up impossibly full.

[madhatterbri]

Her Scotsman | D.M.

Summary: Drew keeps his promise on a letter he sent to Y/N months ago. Smut. 18+.

Inspired by @theworldofotps story, which could be found here. I hope you enjoy it. Just know when he crawled on his hands and knees to CM Punk on that table, it lives in my head rent free. 🤪😂

Drew McIntyre Masterlist

Tag list: @plentyoffandoms

Y/N blushed and stared at the warrior who stood at the foot of her bed. His blue eyes stared at her intently as he waited for her to follow his orders. He crossed his arms and waited. The woman cleared her throat to try to find her voice again.

"What?" Y/N still managed to squeak. She heard him loud and clear, but she had to be sure. His most recent request from her had to be a mistake. Her fingers gripped a letter in her hands tightly.

"You heard me. Read the letter, Y/N, the good parts. The ones that I know made you blush and crave me,"

The noblewoman looked at the letter. The very one she read many times before when she craved his touch. Her mind played out all the things he would do to her. It seemed like a vague possibility but now became a reality. Drew McIntyre was back from the battles, and she was the first person he wanted to see.

"I can’t wait until we’re together again, and I can show you just how your body deserves to be praised. My hands sliding over the silky softness of your skin, placing hot kisses against each inch that you allow," she gulped. Her cheeks flushed even more now. Dirty thoughts of him filled her mind. She was glad he was home.

Drew crawled on his hands and knees towards her. His predatory eyes never left her still sweet, innocent ones. She looked away when he reached between her legs. He grabbed her cheeks and made him stare at him.

"This is what you do to me, Y/N. I was starving without you. Do not look away from me," he told her. She nodded. He pulled his face closer to hers. A sweet kiss to start the events that evening.

The kiss grew in intensity. He bit her bottom lip and pulled gently. Their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She never wanted him to leave her again.

His lips traveled down her cheekbone and to her neck. Soft kisses placed expertly on her sensitive spots. Despite only having her once before, he knew just what her body needed. She moved her hair to the opposite side to give him more access.

"Not so shy now, are ya?" He grumbled. His hand cupped one of her breasts. A thumb swirled around her nipple. Drew kissed down before taking the other nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it greedily. His tongue flicked the sensitive nub before swirling around her. She whined in surprise.

"Oh, Drew," she moaned and moved her head to the side. Y/N snaked her fingers through his hair to keep him there. Her legs attempted to close, yet his knees stopped her thighs.

"Oh no, you don't," he tutted. His fingers ran down to between her legs. Ever the skilled lover, his hand rubbed up and down between her legs. Breathy moans filled the room. Drew gave her other nipple the same attention.

She let out a soft whine when he left her chest alone. His fingers are still rubbing her up and down. His middle finger toyed with her entrance, yet he never penetrated. Her hips thrusted towards him whenever his finger would tease her.

His lips moved south down her body. He paid extra attention to her inner thighs. His beard and mustache scratched against her soft skin.

"Read the next part," he ordered from between her legs. She licked her lips and gulped. His eyes stared at her intently.

"I can practically hear your quiet moans and whimpers now as I would drag my tongue over your sweet nectar, devouring you like a man starved," she read and placed the letter on the bed.

He laid flat against the bed. Her legs were placed above his shoulders. Drew replaced his hand with his face. True to his words, he licked and sucked between her legs. She gasped and looked down at him. His hands gripped her waist to keep her from squirming.

"Oh, Drew," she panted. He never looked away from her. Despite the long days of battle, this very moment would keep him up at night. His Y/N slowly comes undone for him piece by piece.

He wiped away the juices from her mouth and kissed her inner thigh. "Next,"

She reached out for the letter. Her eyes quickly swam through the page to see where she left off. Drew knew exactly what the next part would read. He sat on his knees and waited for her.

"Before stretching your tightness with a finger, maybe three. Just enough to prepare you to take every inch of me," she blushed and gripped the letter. Drew ran his fingers up and down to gather her juices and his saliva.

Y/N made small noises as his fingers brushed against her clit. His middle finger was the first to breech her entrance. His little flower was still as tight for him as he remembered. He was going to enjoy taking her all over again.

His middle finger curled inside of her. Each thrust of his finger met with her hips rolling for him. When he deemed her ready, he pushed his index finger inside of her. Her whimpers of approval were hard for him to ignore.

His other hand rubbed her breasts. He gripped the flesh of her chest and leaned down. His tongue ran over her nipple. Drew sucked and nipped at her. His fingers curled and thrusted inside of her.

While distracted, she never noticed his third finger slid inside of her. He coned his fingers inside of her to stretch her out. Drew never wanted to hurt her. He waited too long to finally make her his.

"Just thinking about you allowing me the honor of filling and stretching that sweetness is enough to bring me to my knees. So many men wanted to bring me to my knees before them, Y/N. But only you can do it," he assured her. His fingers vanished from between her legs. She whined and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

A cocky smirk appeared on his face. "Did ya miss me?"

"Drew," she begged. He reached down for his length and rubbed himself between her folds. He closed his eyes to steady himself. One day, she will see the rougher Drew, but for now, this was perfectly fine. The tip of him found her entrance.

"I will be making you release every moan, whimper, and scream you have captured inside," he promised and slowly pushed himself inside of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back. Her hands gripped the sheets under them as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

Drew panted as he stopped early to give her time to adjust. When her breathing slowed, he slid a little more of himself inside of her.

"You are doing so well. Better than I dreamed of when I was away," he complimented. Short thrusts didn't dismay him. He could see the pleasure taking control of her. Her moans egged him on for more, and he gave it to her.

Short, cautious thrusts were replaced by longer thrusts. He filled her to the brim, not looking back. Each time he pulled out, her walls clenched around him to keep him in place. He placed his hands by her head and leaned down.

"I want to see you trembling as you embrace the mind-numbing pleasure, I plan on bringing you," he whispered roughly in her ear. He gripped her chin and kissed her roughly. A particular rougher thrust made her moan. He slid her tongue inside of her mouth. Drew removed her tongue from his mouth. His teeth pulled at her bottom lip.

"Drew," she called out. Her body tensed as her orgasm washed over her. Her toes were clenched, and her legs spasmed. Drew continued to fuck her through it yet he knew he wouldn't last long. As she came down from her high, his was just beginning.

He leaned down and rested his head above her heart. He closed his eyes to hear her heartbeat. Plenty of times, he wondered if he would ever experience this with her again. Scotland may be where he lived, but she was home.

He pulled out to see the mess between her legs. Drew smiled to himself. One day, their home will be filled with the sweet, tiny footsteps of boys and girls. Strong like their dad and beautiful like their mother. He prayed for this.

[midethefangirl]

i’m weak, so what’s wrong with that (reworked)

🏷️: fade to black, bireena, reference to toxic masculinity, and there was only one bed, touch starved bi han, author wrote this instead of sleeping 🤪💀💀

a/n: as noted in the previous version, this is inspired by @ladybug023 spy!Sareena headcanons. gotta give honour to whom it is due.

I know I said I’d upload this a few weeks back and I apologize for the delay. I was wrapping up my finals and I’ll be graduating this week, thank God! 🥰

enough of me rambling about my life, lol, I found myself rereading the previous version and I found myself cringing and I wanted to rework this. I just hope this turns out to be better than its predecessor.

again, I apologize for the delay and yeah, that is it from me.

tagging: @livingdeadgirly

word count: ~3.5k words

also on AO3 (if you’re like me and you despise reading long text on Tumblr)

“Stay still,” she said firmly, lightly pressing the warm wet cloth on his arm, cleaning up the slight gash on his upper arm.

A slight wince left Bi-Han’s lips, a glare on his face as he stared back at the woman before him. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her - her black hair with the white streak tied back to avoid them getting in the way and her face fixed in concentration. She was the reason why they were both here, in the first place - in this little shack in the mountains, hiding from the Tengu.

“You do not command me, woman,” he sneered and her head snapped up to meet him. Her eyes narrowed back at him before she rolled them.

“Maybe you should tend your injuries yourself then,” she gave him a sarcastic smile and almost then he was about to snatch the cloth away from her until she sent him a stare that read ‘are you serious?’

With a huff, he gave in, staying rooted. How can a woman be so infuriating and yet so intriguing? Even more so, how could he be so weak to fall for his protégée?

“We would not be in this situation if you had not chosen to defy me,” he changed the subject and she stared back up at him again.

She looked like she was about to say something but she bit on her full lower lip before turning back her attention to his arm. Almost then, Bi-Han wanted to reach for her head and feel her lower lip with his thumb.

So fucking pathetic and weak.

“We’d have been dead by now if we went with your plans, Bi-Han,” Sareena finally replied. “The Tengu are more advanced than what we had believed and they could have killed us both.”

He quelled the urge to protest even though he knew she was right. They were severely underprepared and lucky to have escaped with only a few injuries.

“We barely escaped with a few wounds, your plans would have our heads on a pike, Grandmaster,” her eyes rolled at his title. Okay, maybe not his title as his father, Zhāofēi still ruled the Lin Kuei.

Yet, he despised how his protégée held his soon-to-be title with contempt. It was a shame he could not punish her for that or even get rid of her - a doing of his father’s meddling. That she was his student was a headache on its own and another machination of his father.

Sareena had walked into the Lin Kuei, defeated a few initiates and managed to win over the hearts of everyone, including his father. For as long as Bi-Han could remember, Zhāofēi was not a man easily swayed by gimmicks and he would know that being the oldest son of the grandmaster.

And yet, all it took was her stepping in to take down her opponents for Zhāofēi to recruit her and place her under his tutelage.

“All done,” she announced finally and he snatched his arm away from her before turning away. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

He did not need to maintain eye contact to know exactly what her facial expression was right now. He could imagine her supple lips pouting and her eyes narrowing at him as she carried that questioning look on her face.

How can anyone be this infuriating and yet pleasing to the eyes?

He could not lie to himself as much as he wanted to deny it, no matter how much. Those feelings he had kept hidden for the past two years of being her master threatened to break through the walls he had carefully built for years.

Bringing her along with him on this mission was a bad idea. Yet, he could not defy the grandmaster, not even if said grandmaster was his own father.

The relationship with his father has always been tense even before Sareena walked her way into the clan but the tension grew even worse the moment his father insisted on him taking her under his tutelage.

It seemed to be that despite the passage of years, the old man would keep on prioritizing outsiders over his own son.

First, it had been that orphan, the guilt of being partly responsible for the deaths of his family had clouded the judgment of an old man. That same guilt had led to him opening his home to Tomas, not just making him a member of the clan responsible for him being an orphan, but also adopting him as one of his sons.

Even a younger Bi-Han in his teenage years could see how fucked up that decision was on Zhāofēi’s part but he knew better than to question his father. Instead, he had distanced himself from Tomas.

Zhāofēi may have brought him in, made him wear the Lin Kuei insignia but Bi-Han had sworn to never acknowledge him as one of them.

It was so laughable how history repeats itself with Zhāofēi forcing another outsider on him and unlike Tomas whom he could keep his distance from, there was no way he could do that with Sareena.

He had tried every method in the book, from being not just literally but also metaphorically cold. He had even made sure his training was as tough as it could be, after all, he was infamous on the Lin Kuei for not holding back.

To his chagrin, Sareena could hold her own against him, although with a few bruises on her body as evidenced by her visits to the medical room.

To make it worse was this tight feeling in his chest that almost had him breathless each time she stepped into the trading room. That and that feeling which threatened to choke him each time he saw Tomas around her.

Tomas might believe he was hiding his feelings but to anyone who had eyes to see, they were so glaringly obvious that a blind man could see them.

As much as he hated to acknowledge the existence of the gray-cladded assassin, Bi-Han knew when to give the honor where it was due and Tomas was a formidable warrior in his own right. The man had been born without powers of his own and came into this clan a whimpering weakling after the old man had brought him in.

That had not stopped Tomas from training extra hard to prove himself, even to the point of using the ancient books and consulting the clan’s elders to acquire his own powers. If that was not dedication in itself.

But hell, was Tomas too obvious with his attraction towards Sareena. At best, Bi-Han could describe him as a pathetic puppy pining after its owner for a grain of attention. It was just annoying and pitiful to see. Like it is pitiful seeing you pant after her as well.

At least, he knew how to keep those feelings buried deep inside. Until now…

It had to do something with this stupid cramped up shack they found themselves in as a temporary source of shelter. He could only pray to some god out there, probably Liu Kang, that he made it out without succumbing to his weakness.

“Bi-Han.”

And there was his kryptonite at the foot of the door, her hand on the handle. She had an eyebrow raised at his earlier distraction. He could already tell that she had some witty remark in her arsenal by the twitch at the corner of her lips.

“Being distracted is not a good look for the future grandmaster.”

And there it was.

He scoffed, looking away from her. The door creaked slightly, immediately alerting him as he turned his attention towards the source of the sound.

“And where do you think you are going?”

“To patrol. I thought it would be best if-.”

“The Tengu would not find us here,” he cut in before looking up at her.

“You are so unbelievable, Bi-Han. Way too confident that the Tengu would not sniff out our location faster than a bloodhound,” she countered, defiant as usual and it grated on his already frayed nerves.

He was already on his feet faster than he could process it, his frame right in front of her.

“Must you always defy me, Sareena? Do you get a kick from this drivel?”

His stance coupled with his gravelly voice would have intimidated a clan member of a less position. But the woman before him did not seem phased by him and had quite the audacity for someone who was supposed to be his protegee.

“I may be your ‘disciple’ but that does not make me a blind follower of yours, Bi-Han. You cannot just assume we are out of the Tengu’s radar because we are in the middle of nowhere,” she shot back and he let out a huff of annoyance.

As much as he hated to admit it, she was right and it made him turn away as he muttered under his breath, “I will keep patrol and you stay here for the meantime.”

“But your injuries-,” she protested but Bi-Han could already see that from afar as he cut in.

“Will be fine, Sareena. Do not waste your time arguing with me,” he added with a warning tone and he watched her features relax as she pushed lightly at him.

He stepped aside, his eyes tracking her movement from where she was to the bed.

“Since you insisted, grandmaster,” she shrugged, taking her seat on the bed which was weirdly comfortable for one in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere. “Wake me up when it is my turn to take over patrolling.”

He said nothing, letting out a grunt as he made his way outside. It was the least he could do for now.

What was the mission again? Sareena found herself sighing as she melted into the comfort of the bed she laid on.

As much as she wanted to indulge in its comforting embrace and fall asleep, her mind kept on reminding her of how limited her time was. Quan Chi had to be growing impatient, given the kind of man he was.

Aside from the constant reminder of a certain Outworld sorcerer, there was the fact that this day also had to mark five Earthrealm years of Ashrah leaving the Netherrealm.

Being the closest to Ashrah, Sareena had been the first person the former had revealed her plan of leaving to, even extending the offer for her to escape the Netherrealm with her.

“Do you not want to see realms beyond the fiery skies?”

There were occasions when Sareena pondered on why she had declined. Maybe it was the fear of the unknown that held her back, after all, the Netherrealm was what she knew her whole life.

And there was Quan Chi ruling over the Netherrealm like the tyrant he was. The moment Ashrah had left, he had sent out fellow sisters to assassinate her. Given that none of them returned, it was safe to say that they had met their ends at Ashrah’s Datusha.

It had gotten to the part where the Sisterhood of Shadows dreaded being the ones called on to assassinate Ashrah. Aside from the likelihood of being killed in self-defense, Ashrah was still a sister regardless.

Even if she had made the conscious decision to turn her back on the Sisterhood, even if Kia forbade the rest of them from uttering her name, even if Ashrah was forced to have her sisters die by Datusha’s blade.

Five years had passed and now, Sareena found herself in the same position as she believed Ashrah had been those years ago. It had started so slowly like a seed planted in the ground of her heart and allowed to take root before germinating.

Yet, a lot of things hung in the balance, one of them being that she was a spy. She had infiltrated the Lin Kuei under Quan Chi’s commands, the sorcerer forcing her to choose between this or being ordered to assassinate Ashrah instead.

The sadistic smile that floated on the bastard’s smug face was enough to send chills down her spine. It was no secret that she and Ashrah were the closest and for Quan Chi to use that to blackmail her was a low blow.

Despite that, Sareena valued her life more than anything and had made the choice to infiltrate the Lin Kuei without second thoughts. If it mean not being killed by her own sister, then she had no qualms.

Yet, her conscience kicked right at her heart as the years went by. Initially, she had believed that her mission would be a flight through the Netherrealm but it turned out she had not considered the fact that she would get attached to the newfound family she had come to love in the Lin Kuei.

Despite it being her first day after getting initiated into the clan, Tomas had been the first to reach out to her. Then, Cyrax who was also known as Bontle Mohutsiwa had extended a hand of friendship towards her.

Coming from a dog-eat-dog world where the only person she had trusted on an intimate level was Ashrah, encountering these people posed a whiplash to her - a cultural shock.

She had found a new home which she knew would not last long. Not when they would eventually find out the truth of why she was in this clan. She dreaded just the thought of it, the thought of betraying them and the thought of proving Bi-Han’s suspicions right.

It was no secret that he looked down at her with disdain, the way he manhandled her like she was some obstacle to be eliminated.

Sareena had believed that it was understandable why he hated her. Tomas was also in the same boat as she was - they were both outsiders but in comparison, Tomas seemed to fare better as the worst he could get from Bi-Han was a cold silent treatment.

Maybe his disdain for her was not unfounded, she was a spy after all, although he did not know it yet. The truth always had its way of coming out.

The sound of light footsteps was enough to snap her out of reverie, her back almost against the wall as soon as Bi-Han walked in. The scowl on his face almost melted off as he shut the door behind him.

Wasting no time, Sareena’s feet were on the floor as she got down the bed when his raspy voice drew her attention.

“Just where do you think you are going?”

She paused, her eyes staring back at him in confusion.

“It is my turn to patrol, I believe so?” Her tone dropped with a hint of sarcasm as she asked, goosebumps forming on her arm as the temperature of the room dropped down a few degrees Celsius, her sign that that had not gone unnoticed.

“You’d be wasting your time, the coast is clear,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

“Still, I-.”

“Were you destined to be a pain in my ass?” He argued, his pointer pointing straight at her and Sareena could feel her blood boiling as she fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“Were you destined to always be…this?!” She shot back at him.

No doubt, he had taken an offence to that as his nostrils flared in fury, “And what is that supposed to mean, Sareena?”

Deciding that this was now or never, she squared her shoulders, also taking a dominant stance as she stared right back at him.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

All the fight in him seemed to have left his body at that question, his brows furrowed at that question. He had expected any kind of question but that.

Why did he hate her? Did he even hate her anymore at this point? He scoffed, turning away from her. Maybe he did hate her.

He hated her for how weak she made him; he hated her for how she drove him to the point of insanity. He hated her for how she dominated his every sleeping and waking thoughts.

There’s a thin line between love and hate, someone had once said and Bi-Han had sneered at that quote, pondering on the nonsensical drivel of it all. Yet, he found himself an embodiment of that very quote.

This was a bad idea. Every part of this, from his father placing Sareena under his tutelage to the old man asking that he took her with him on this mission.

One, she had openly defied him in front of an enemy clan - the Tengu and fair enough, she was right to do so but that had bruised his ego in a way. His healing injuries throbbed as a reminder of that.

Two, he had made the error of thinking he could control himself around her and not succumb to his weakness. The fact that they were both in this shack with tensions running high and thickening the air just drove his point home.

“You know what I think of you?” Her voice broke through his thoughts and he slightly turned his head towards her. He wanted to shut her up, telling her he couldn’t care less what she thought of him but he stayed rooted anyway. “I think you are a coward.”

And there it was, his fists clenching in fury.

“You like me,” she continued and his heart rate accelerated like that of a man on adrenaline rush. “You think you hate me so you can push me away.”

She knew.

“Don’t resort to those delusional thoughts to make yourself feel better,” he sneered, turning to fully face her.

“I’ve seen weaker men fight for their love, grandmaster. Men who would burn the world for the ones they love. You, on the other hand, not even the Tengu-,” she pressed on and that was it from him as the last bit of control snapped like a delicate thread holding the two parts of a rope together.

She let out a yelp as his hand gripped her by the neck, tilting her head back as his lips met hers in an aggressive kiss.

For the first time, Bi-Han felt the tension flee his body, his hand leaving her neck now as the initial aggression was toned down for something else.

A groan escaped him the moment he felt Sareena’s hand roaming his chest and the other moving to let his dark hair down. She had taken over, her lips moving against his until he felt himself pushed down on the bed.

That was new and his clouded mind was the reason why he stared in confusion, his body feeling strangely warm despite the cryomancy that ran through his veins.

His eyes made contact with Sareena’s, her face looking more serene than his with a smirk on her lips. The only thing betraying her seemingly calm composure was the slight heaving of her chest as she straddled him.

“Lost for words, grandmaster?” She cooed, her use of his title not posing a source of aggravation to him for the first time.

He was indeed lost for words, panting like he had just ran a thousand miles. He definitely looked pathetic in her eyes yet that did not bother him a bit.

Her hand crept up to his neck and the irony was almost laughable at this point considering he had first kissed her with a neck grip in a kind of power move.

Her lips met his again, her hips grinding against his and he could already feel his length hardening just from that.

She pulled away from him, a short chuckle bubbling from her throat.

“I have barely touched you, Bi-Han,” she whispered, her hand now moving down to his crotch and his breath hitched as his body shuddered. She hesitated, staring at him, “Do you want this?”

He wanted to growl out in frustration, why was she asking him? He had kissed her first, the fact that she was touching him should be enough proof of his consent. Besides, he could not trust his words.

“Just- fuck, yes,” he groaned. It was his first time doing something like this, another side effect of him focusing on his being the next-in-line.

At least, his inexperience did not seem to drive Sareena away as her hand was back where he needed it to be.

“First time?”

There was a teasing glint in her dark eyes and if not for the heady lust which clouded his mind, he’d have glared at her. Maybe he did because she teased him even more with a gentle squeeze which made his breath hitch.

“I’ll be gentle, if that is assuring,” Sareena stared down at him, her hands leaving him momentarily as she reached to pull off her clothes.

At that moment, Bi-Han felt like a teenager all over again. The thrill of the mission always had the blood rushing through his vessels but this was an odd but not unwelcome feeling that had him going through what might as well be an adrenaline rush.

Maybe he could give in to his weakness for this one time.

a/n: ...so, how did that go? I hope to also rework out of control soon, hopefully, that will not take three weeks for me to do that (let us just hope) and if you want to be on my tagging list, please, let me know. and as usual, constructive criticism is welcome and thanks again for reading. 😄❤️

[youremyheaven]

I'm currently in my Venus md and although it is supposed to be a good dasha, it's been kicking my ass since the beginning 😭 Ketu dasha was a strange experience, a lot of turmoil in friendships (and BRUTAL breakups) but mentally I felt kind of stable like almost stoic. But girl Venus dasha is something else, idk what's going on in the stars but it's like the guardian angel had enough and decided to troll 💀 I have Venus in taurus krittika (praying for a sun/venus man 🙌) conjuct Rahu and aspected by Mars, what do you think about this ? Do you know how to balance Venus influence ?

Btw I love your posts 💜 your insights are so interesting and unique! Can't wait for you to expand more on spirituality 💫

2022 was a Venus year and it was easily my most unhinged, chaotic and delulu year lmao,,, i was def experiencing all the typical Venusian themes of love, indulgence, feeling gorg, but also feeling sad, excluded, unable to connect to others etc,, it was very imbalanced and out of proportion. i attracted a lot of attention but that included a lot of negative attention as well

i think your experiences reflect your placements. you must have a good Ketu placement if you felt stoic during it omg😩

i think the Venus conjunct Rahu is what is causing the imbalance. Rahu blows things out of proportion and exaggerates the effects of Venus,,, on top of it all, its also aspecting Mars?? 😩girl which house is your Venus?? Mars has a tendency to be destructive 😬so the overblown Rahuvian Venus keeps running into accidents 😔

the thing that has helped me a lot is decentering my fixation with Venusian things (beauty, love, relationships etc) and channelling it thru other more "stable" venues like making art, writing, finding new hobbies. the more you feed Venus, the more it grows. im not saying you should starve Venus but you need to cut its air supply a little bit, if you catch my drift. i lose myself in relationships very easily and im VERY aware of that, so detaching from it to consciously focus on myself helps me "balance" my Venusian influence, its also easyyy to hyperfixate over beauty, romance etc and honestly i find it very freeing to not look in the mirror picking myself apart and tbh i feel like ive become prettier since 🤪 they key is to distance yourself from Venusian indulgence and focus instead on Venusian creativity. you can appreciate beauty through music, film, art etc instead of making it a self centered activity (i dont even know if these are things u struggle with bc of your Venus dasha but im just sayin')

affirmations have helped me a lot and doing spiritual tingzzz and dabbling in glamour magic and witchcraft has helped me feel beautiful from within. feed your spirituality and watch your peace and vibrancy grow. i started praying to my ishta devata during my Venus year as well <333

tysm<333 id love to post more about spirituality tbh,, lmk if there's anything specific youd like for me to talk about

[angelicyoongie]

i’m sorry maggy but i’ve been reading TOP nonstop since it has been uploaded 😩

it was released around 00:48 here and i was struggling to stay awake (literally my ankle is twisted ) but coincidentally when i saw TOP in my following page, my whole body forgot sleep 🥸☝🏽

i fear if i start giving my review you'll have to read a whole book, but a canon that seokjin is sweet, but in a fucked up way. he's considerate enough and he went as far as to starve himself to keep oc with him, abides by her wishes and gives her the time to accept his proposal. wonder why? mer people can't ‘love’ anyone, atleast not in sense of what humans perceive the word, yes?

i actually feel so bad for our strong oc. seokjin is weird with emotions and doesn't feel anything, not atleast what oc does with her experiences and stress with the sea. i actually wish to give her the basic medications for her injury to heal, because a lil tmi, my shoulder is very much at this point similar to oc’s conditions and even with proper care, it's hard, so what oc is going through is just my imagination ;_; with all that hurt of losing her everything at once to being alone with a creature who isn't so cooperative is so scary, wth

but at the same time seokjin is...😩. so hot.

like, he's the advanced merman, meaning he can communicate and understand stuff better— and when he bought the captain's chest, he had my attention already 😮‍💨

like what actually made me go aww ( yes i’m so fucked up because it's been a hot day or so i realised i like him hhdjklsahsjaksk) was the fact that he was mindful of his claws and made oc feel good and was aware of it ( 🥹 ) and, all the small acts of considerations, though being the bare minimum ( apart from the biting her flesh apart, uh ) somehow made me fall more for him. He's manipulative in a way that lmskdkdkfjbsbfh. The sass he holds each time, especially in the beginning when oc started to interrogate him, ugh

overall, the story was so well written, all thanks to your hardwork ♥️ take some rest because you deserve it..

a small canon that ; both tcs kookie and top seokie are sweet but in a weirdly fucked up manner

TCS!kook being a sweet, oversized puppy who can kill you and

TOP!seokie being the sassy mermaid who can kill you and would remind you that very often as well..lol

oh no, i hope your ankle is better by now!! it happened to me last year too, it hurts like a bitch :(

seokjin's actions can be perceived as considerate in some ways but at the end of the day he's doing all of that for himself. he's starving himself not for the MC, but because he finds her amusing and wants to keep her alive for longer. he listens to her requests when he feels like it but it's more to instill a false sense of security over him actually caring about what she thinks, you know? but he does have some tact though, i'll give him that 🙈 that's correct!

this poor MC is in the trenches with her injuries, i shudder to think what would become of them over time 😩 she's not in for a fun time ahead of her, that's for sure. maybe seokjin could find some form of medication in the sunken ships but i doubt it!

sdjksd, he's hot in a scary way for sure 🤪 he's terrible when he wants to be and kinda-sorta-sweet when he wants to be, it's just hard to tell what version you're dealing with until it might be too late, lol! the sass is the best part about him haha 😌

thank you so so much!! 🥺💖💖

lol yeah, i would say that's pretty spot-on descriptions of them!!

[noahrmal]

hi everyone! i'm kat (she/her) and this is my messy son noah (but honestly, everyone in this rp is gonna be messy as hell lbr)

some brief stuff under the cut but tbh the most info is in his extremely casual bio and very basic barebones stats page. i do have some baaaaasic plot ideas below as well though i prefer messaging to plot especially when the muse is this messy 🤪

edit: i have a more specific plot ideas post here c:

as for messaging, i prefer disco/rd (thegongoozler over there) but i can be persuaded to use tumblr ims if needed!

brief tldr

noah was born in australia, and lived there until he was about 9. mostly raised by his mother, barely knew his father (running business in seoul)

his parents were technically married but basically separated

(tw: car accident, death) well, his mom dies in a car accident when he's 9 and that's when things begin to go wrong

he had to move to seoul to live with his father since he was a child... and this man is basically a stranger to him

thankfully he does speak korean so he isn't hopelessly lost but still

in early schooling (like i'm thinking ages 9-12) he was mostly quiet, lonely, sad.

something changes when he hits high school and he's suddenly a wild child (attention starved)

noah is muse f in subplot 3--so he's one of Those Boys......

tbh i just think he's so excited to have people who care about him in his life that he's willing to do anything for their approval

so he does some not so good things (bullies, cheats, lies)

he was also frequently known for hosting insane parties in his father's home when he was on business trips

and also taking his dads car for joyrides with his friends... etcetera etcetera

noah's big Plot Secret in his app is that his dad bribes/pays off an underage dui he gets on one of these Joy Rides. very few if any people know about this whole thing

anyway, at present, he's finishing a business degree at university (he hates it)

plot ideas

idk i think it'd be fun if one of his friends was in the car when he got the dui and they were sworn to secrecy

someone who was on the receiving end of noah's meanness in high school... he's not like that anymore but also he's too much of a coward to face the consequences of his past actions

someone who desperately wanted in on the subplot 3 trio? maybe they were treated nicely, maybe they weren't

i also just think that noah was probably a lot nicer when he was alone/separated from The Boys in high school--someone who didn't understand why he was suddenly an asshole when with his pals? peer pressure is a hell of a drug

obligatory section for ex friends. ex flings. ex partners, fwb, etc etc etc!!

idk please plot w/ me, this isn't my normal kind of muse so i'm sure a lot of it is going to happen in one on one discussion!!!

[ruminate88]

I’ve watched way less TikTok and been trying to be careful who I listen to, what advice I take and of course NOT watching the videos that say “Your ex is coming back” 🤪🤪🤪 This particular video though, was helpful:

It ALL makes sense why I feel bad and don’t want anything. Why I don’t go for any dreams of mine or why I feel bad to ask for stuff. I jumped at the first guy who was actually nice to me and married him…. Obviously I had been given soooo little by Andrew for over a year, that I was starving for kindness and affection! Desperate for someone to truly see me, care about me and fill me up. My husband was sooooo nice but he’s not perfect. He doesn’t support me in every single area of my life. He’s gotten better and I do see he’s capable of empathy, sensitivity, change and being emotional but I jumped way too quick.

when we were engaged and bought our house, I kept calling it “his house” and “his money.” But people were saying to me, “that’s your house and money too once you get married” ahhh I was super uncomfortable with that!! I found out how much my wedding ring cost and oh I felt sooo horrible 😢😢😢

like, when my husband stresses over us not having enough money to do more things or buy more things, it just makes me frustrated and wanna push him away. Like, I don’t CARE about freakin money or stuff. I just wanna feel better and I just want him to hold me. Men are not usually super emotional like women anyway and I’m not even comfortable to ask my husband just to hug me and tell me it’s ok!!

also, I had to beg Andrew to pay me attention and that sucked. I don’t wanna beg for anything ever again. I don’t wanna beg my husband to stop caring so much about stupid money and see me. Just be with me. Why can’t being with me, even if we’re not rich, be enough??? I know men want to be the provider and that’s great, I support my husband’s job and hard work. I occasionally tell him how grateful I am for his hard work and I tell him I understand how expensive the cost of living is BUT I DON’T FREAKING CARE about all that right now!!

I’m tired of men using me and not seeing me. My husband never yells at me or puts me down. He goes to work, comes home and sometimes tells me about his day unless he’s tired then maybe he’s more quiet and he’ll watch tv with me and it’s just quiet and peaceful but I feel disconnected and all I want is for my husband to embrace me and let me feel comfortable. Instead, I just internalize everything, keeping all the pain to myself. I’m uncomfortable to talk about it all to him. plus my husband would not understand me talking about Andrew anyway, he would assume I still love Andrew and that is not worth it to me to trigger all that. My husband is the one who had to FaceTime Andrew for me and threaten him to leave me alone. He doesn’t like Andrew and I just fear he’ll be upset but maybe not 🥺 I just am too scared right now to find out. I don’t like holding it all in either and I feel very secretive, like I’m lying to my husband pretending I don’t think about Andrew when I know I do. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I don’t want anymore confusion or drama. That’s why I almost always wanna just be left alone. I don’t want anybody to do anything for me or give me anything. I believe this all stems from being conditioned so long to accept nothing because Andrew, Cody and Jake gave me nothing but humiliation, betrayal, heartbreak, CRITICISM and confusion. That’s what I was fed for most of my 20’s. I never had a guy ever see me or care about my feelings. I felt rejected and attacked at every turn. Obviously there’s no real tags for this post for obvious reasons. #vent

[dreams-your-smp]

Hhhh for some reason I rly want positive attention rn

[hanemiso]

y’all i’m sorry i was screaming about a boy last night i will keep that shit in check 😤

[holdontorogers]

»» Breakable Heaven, s.r.

SERIES MASTERLIST READ PART ONE PART THREE

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Steve shows himself to be an excellent learner. And you seem to like pushing his buttons.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3,092

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, swearing, pet-names (baby, sweetheart), edging, oral sex (f), squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, blowjob, face-fucking, semi-public sex (briefing room with soundproof walls), degradation, praise kink, slight dom!Steve, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of injuries.

𝐚/𝐧; honestly? pwp bc i’ve been extra ✨ horny ✨ these days, and also wanted to give something spicy before next chapter which is drama 🥳🤪

Steve’s face was buried between your legs, your back arching and sweat going down your body.

His hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place, as his tongue continues to make you see stars.

Apparently he really wanted to be the best at this — and he certainly was.

You wouldn’t mind having him all day eating you out, so you just allowed him to have his fun.

And this time, he seemed even more comfortable than the past couple of weeks, eating your pussy like a starved man.

Sucking on your clit, his tongue constantly on an agonizing place that drove you wild, teasing your entrance, not leaving anywhere unattended, using his fingers only to part your lips.

He learned exactly what drove you insane, finding even how to edge you.

You were surprised at that, no one ever took their time to learn your body like Steve did.

He’s been down on you for a considerable time now, the pleasure and agonizing teasing leaving you hanging, never getting you to where you needed.

You whimpered and tried to grind at him, chase your own release, but the super soldier had other plans.

Sometimes he would see you were about to cum so he would go up and pay attention to your breasts.

Swirling his tongue around each nipple, just so he could leave you wetter than before, and you thought that was impossible.

“Steve please” you whined, gripping his hair, trying to make him focus his attention on your clit.

But that only made him stop and look back at you, the evilest smirk on his face “please what baby?”, he was getting too good at this.

You groaned, rolling your eyes in annoyance, your dripping cunt pulsating. “I need to cum, please” your voice was a desperate whimper, Steve widened his smile.

“If that’s what you want” he gave you a dirty look before running his fingers through your pussy, humming pleasurably at how wet you were.

You couldn’t hold back a moan, throwing your head back in the bed, gripping the sheets. Steve focused his tongue on your clit, circling at your favorite rhythm, slipping two fingers at once into your entrance.

You gasped, unable to contain the sinful sound from passing your lips. Steve started to curve his fingers, increasing his pace and always hitting your sweet spot.

You could feel it coming, it’s been awhile since you were this edged and desperate to cum. The pleasure only getting higher, the knot in your stomach ready to explode.

It was the strongest orgasm you remember having. Dizzy head, all that anticipation dissolving into white hot and delicious explosions all over your body.

You could feel your greedy core pulsating and squeezing Steven’s fingers as he drove you through your high.

You could see the after match of your orgasm all over Steve’s face, dripping. A proud smile illuminating his features.

“Well I’ve never seen that before” he cleaned his face with his hands, your juices all over him.

Steve started sucking on his fingers to clean them as well, you bit back a moan at the sight.

He was so comfortable around you, finally allowing himself to have some fun. He was really enjoying this moment, driving himself crazy all from tasting you.

You could only stare at him, barely able to move, still recovering. But you couldn’t help but smile back at him “that’s what you get for teasing me the whole fucking morning” he laughed, and you followed.

Steve was making his way back to your mouth when the compound’s alarm rang, signaling an emergency meeting, probably followed by some mission to fix whatever happened to the world now.

You pouted, gathering your strength and standing up. Legs shaking, walking around his room to grab your clothes and get dressed.

“Well, cap, guess we’ll have to take care of you later” you winked at him with an evil smile on your face. Soon enough, leaving him to get dressed.

Steve needed a minute. A hard on just by eating your pussy for a considerable time painfully reminding him that you left the room.

He could only stare at you getting dressed and leaving. As if you hadn’t just cum all over his face, squirted all over his face.

You were absolutely heartless, but Steve already knew that, and he secretly adored it. No, he surely loved every second of it.

The fact that you were gone soon after you both were done was the main reason why he was incapable of staying away for too long. Always coming back for more. Always needing you more.

⊱⋅ ──────── *·˚ ‎⍟ ༉‧₊˚ ───────── ⋅⊰

The mission was a total and absolute failure.

Everything that could and couldn’t go wrong got even more screwed up than any of you thought.

A few of the team got a bit hurt, but nothing too severe.

However that damn hydra base was completely useless. They knew you were coming, and they removed any evidence before that, leaving only a few agents to be dealt with.

Steve was beyond angry, his face rigid, his jaw clenched. After the meeting at the debriefing room not even Nat could talk to him.

But you didn’t leave. You were hypnotized by the way he angrily walked around the room. His boots signaled how annoyed he was as they heavily stepped on the poor floor.

“Steve it wasn’t your fault” you tried, and the look he gave you almost scared you. Almost. Because the angry guy in front of you was Steve.

The most handsome gentleman alive. The same guy who got red at any slightest comment that he finds himself embarrassed about.

The same guy that got ate you out and got a very big and probably painful hard on because of you just before that damn mission.

You salivated thinking about the bulge in his pants, cursing yourself for not having time to take care of it for him earlier.

So naturally, an idea crossed your mind.

You two were the only one in the briefing room. No one from the outside could see you. The door could lock. Tony insisted on sound proof walls, and you were finally thankful for that.

Steve didn’t even notice you with locking the door, smirking at your thoughts.

His head was in his hands and he went from rubbing his cheek thinking to hopelessly having his hands going through his hairs.

On one of his walks around the table he saw you leaning on there, eyes on him. “What?” he didn’t want to be rude, especially with you.

But, fuck. He asked to be alone, he wanted to be alone, and yet you denied to leave the room.

Everyone else was satisfied with moving on with their day. Not Steve, and apparently not you. He couldn’t wrap his mind on what the hell you were still doing there.

You only crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, grinning. “I know a way you could feel better” you suggested.

He stopped, hands on his hips, his eyes not leaving the ceiling, letting a heavy breath out, “I just need to be alone”.

“No” you argued, slightly moving and catching his attention “what you need” you signaled for him to come closer to you “is to let out your frustration”.

He sighed, and hesitantly walked towards you, placing his hands around you, caging you.

“And how exactly can you help me?” he looked into your eyes, the blue burning through you and the pool in your panties starting to annoy you.

“You can use me” you purred, not daring to look away from his stare “take control of the situation, Steve, take me”. Steve screwed up his face “I don’t think that’s a good idea”, trying to move.

But you held his arms, as the bulge in his pants said otherwise. So you grabbed his length, and he clenched his teeth.

“I can handle you, Cap” you whispered in his ears, shrivers running down his body. You slowly ran your mouth through his jaw line.

Steve grabbed your face, dark eyes staring at you, filled with anger and lust. “You really think that’s the way?” you nodded.

He let go of your face and gave a step back. You pouted, thinking your plan was a major failure.

Suddenly; Steve snapped. In a swift motion he had you turned, your back facing him, bent over the table, ass up.

You blinked and both of your pants were down. Steve weighed his body on yours, reaching for your ear “are you sure?” he cooed.

You nodded, holding back a whine. “I’m yours, use me”, you nearly moaned the words out and the groan that left his chest made you weak on your knees. Steve almost had to hold you so you wouldn’t fall.

Running his fingers through your folds, seeing how desperately wet you were for him, Steve growled.

Placing his hands on your hips to steady you, his grip probably leaving bruises behind.

Did you finally awaken Steve’s dominant side?

The answer came quickly, as in with just one motion Steve pushed all of him into you.

He didn’t even wait for you to adjust to his size, his pace was feral, balls deep into you, mercilessly pounding faster and faster.

You gasped and held on to the table for any resemblance of balance. Your eyes rolling back as the pleasure taking over your body. You could feel your walls squeezing him, stretching to fit all of him.

Steve came closer to you again, palming you behind your shirt, squeezing your boobs. You threw your head back screaming his name.

He saw you were close, the knot in your belly begging for release. “are you coming baby?” he growled. “I’m so close, Steve” you whined.

“You sound so desperate, sweetheart, fuck” he mocked “I wanna hear you begging for my cock” he slammed harder into you “wanna hear you scream my name since you were so eager to be used by me” you moaned his name, loud.

Steve was driving you crazy and you began to wonder if pushing his buttons was a good idea. “Please” you begged. Steve left out a groan, reaching for your clit, drawing circles with his thumb.

You were loud, a whimpering moaning mess, cursing and calling out his name louder and louder.

Steve brought you over the edge and soon all you could feel was your orgasm taking control over you. This orgasm just matching how strong the one you had earlier that day was.

But Steve wasn’t done yet. He had no idea where this side of him came from and he didn’t know how long it was gonna last so he wanted to enjoy his time.

So he suddenly removed himself from you and turned you back to face him. “On your knees” he commanded.

You barely had time to get down from your high and recover, still catching your breath. But you were quick to follow his command, falling down.

Steve gave you little time to prepare, his dick leaking with precum and your own mess.

Your mouth watered at the sight, making his cock twitch at how needy you still were for him.

You stroked him with your hands, using the mess you both made on his dick as lub.

He pushed his dick into you, allowing your mouth to adjust to his size. You tried to take all of him, as neither of you broke eye contact.

“Such a good girl taking all of my cock” his voice was raspy, barely able to contain his own moans.

“You should do that thing with your tongue that makes me go wild” you were quick to oblige, almost earning a whine out of him. “That’s it baby” he threw his head back “so good to me” he praised again.

Steve grabbed your hair with his hands, starting pounding into your mouth with a faster pace. You gripped his thighs for balance and tried to keep up with his thrusts.

Steve began moving faster, face fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. You gagged and tried to breath through your nose, occasionally signaling that you needed air.

You felt he was close, you hallowed your cheeks and let him chase his high, using your mouth for his own release.

He removed himself from you, leaving only the tip, his cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had to offer.

After a few minutes, you both caught your breaths and got dressed. Steve seemed calmer, completely flushed and absolving his blissful state.

“Told you it would work” you said, proudly. Steve chuckled. “Yeah, I guess an orgasm can solve anything” he said, winking.

Steve worried that he would’ve been too much, somehow scared you out. But you’ve seemed even more satisfied and content than earlier that day, so he assumed he did nothing wrong.

In fact, it was nice for him to be in control, to be able to let go, to feel you whining and shaking just from his words. Maybe he liked this side of him, and maybe you really liked it too.

You smiled at him, quickly going back to his side and running your hands through his face. You left a small kiss on his lips.

“Anytime, Cap” you said, “you know where to find me” you winked and made your way to unlock the door, leaving him with his thoughts.

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“There you are,” Nat said, entering the briefing room, raising an eyebrow and looking at Steve with a smirk “What happened here?”.

Steve gulped, how would he lie to her? “I know about you two” Yeah, that wouldn’t be necessary. His eyes widened at Nat’s words, she rolled her eyes at him.

“You two really thought I wouldn’t figure it out?” she almost sounded offended.

Steve shrugged his shoulders “we’re just friends, in a more beneficial way” he tried. Nat scoffed “right, because we both know that this will work fine uh?” that didn’t need a reply; it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Is that why you were looking for me?” Steve retorted, “Actually, no” Nat admitted.

“I just wanted to let you know that Stark will have another gala tomorrow night” Nat fake smiled. “Great” Steve lamented, “sounds fun”.

Nat patted him on his shoulders, “C’mon, let’s eat something, I think Sam made burgers!” she practically dragged him out of that room, but he went along.

⊱⋅ ──────── *·˚ ‎⍟ ༉‧₊˚ ───────── ⋅⊰

You went to your room and took a long shower, relaxing after this weird but pleasant day.

Yeah the world was not saved by you all today, but there was always tomorrow to defeat the bad guys. What matters is that everyone was okay.

And honestly? It’s impossible to focus on anything else after what you experienced today.

You kept thinking about Steve, how rough and determined he was with you.

You enjoyed that side of him, a lot. It was wild, animalistic and rough sex.

You didn’t even remember the last time you were so out of control like in that briefing room. And you liked to have Steve taking care of you like that.

Your whole body was weak for him. He had a dangerous effect on you. You could get wet just by watching him, even if it was watching him walking around angry through a room.

Spending these times with Steve had been great. This arrangement seemed to be working just fine, and you wondered why you would ever think this was a bad idea.

Steve was surprising you. He was shy at first but he’s been really letting go these past couple of weeks. It was incredible to see his darker, dirtier side. And you couldn’t wait for the next one.

You worried you were even liking it a bit too much. But you were you. You wouldn’t catch feelings. Not for Steve, your best friend.

Feelings only complicate things, and you didn’t need that. Nope, that is certainly not an option.

That’s why you had boundaries: no post sex talk, no sleeping over, no romantic glances at each other. It’s sex. Just sex. That’s it. Steve wouldn’t break you.

He wouldn’t. Would he? You shook your thoughts away and went to bed.

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After the eventful day he had, Steve tried to soothe himself with a cold shower.

Steve hated these Stark events. It was filled with annoying people who always wanted something from him.

Besides, he was one of the only ones who couldn’t get drunk to make it all go faster.

Not to mention, he was in no mood for being condescending with anyone. Especially those people who only talked to him for their own interests.

But what he hated the most was the attention all of the men seem to give you.

Every single time an event like that happened he would watch guy after guy flirting with you.

Making not so funny jokes, touching your arm, sometimes catching an untamed hair out of your face.

Steve would even laugh at some of them, knowing you all too well to know you wouldn’t fall for any of that. Other times the outcome was different and Steve really disliked that.

Now things were different between you two, but at the same time they weren’t. Just like Steve never had a say in any of that before he certainly wouldn’t have on this one.

Despite earlier in that room, Steve knows you’re not his.

You enjoyed being with him and things have been good between you. But what if someone else came to light? Someone better at this than him?

How could he react to seeing you with someone else now that he knew how you tasted? Could he ever not be with you anymore?

These were certainly not the thoughts he should be having. Instead, he grabbed the papers he gathered from the mission earlier today, studying them.

Focusing on those papers only led to thinking about what happened after the mission.

How you gripped on that table while he slammed his hips at you, so impossibly deep in you. How you were screaming his name. The way you followed all of his commands. The way it felt good to be in charge....

He tried  not to think about tomorrow. Or you. About what it could mean, or what it could happen. Yeah, well, tomorrow will certainly be fun.

[notmanagingmymischief]

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Hello. I am here, and I am ready to simp. So welcome to the first installment of "Examinations with Bex," a new series on my blog where I, Bex, rewatch shows that I've watched a thousand times already in order to finally be able to get out all my thoughts onto paper so they no longer have to sit in my mind doing nothing.

Don't expect a lot. I have ADHD, these thoughts are going to be extremely random and probably not concise in the least. Also, s̵̲̓̈́̂i̶̱̜͙̇̉ͅm̸̮̙̦̗͆̾p̷̞̓.

This series is sponsored by a lovely anon and @cordeliaswhore, so go over and thank them for the encouragement (and permission) to post these.

And with that......let's begin.

Starting off strong with the intro scenes; real footage from various riots and examples of police violence/misconduct. I love that they put these here, but at the same time it doesn't quite make sense? This case wasn't about police violence, but the awareness that it gives is nice I suppose. It does upset me, of course, seeing all of this, but it's necessary if we're going to understand how terrible that was.

You didn't oversleep you committed double homicide.

Gods I love shibas so much 🥺

The fact that he did it with the kids still in the house??? Bold.

Oh dear god that's so fucking gruesome

Oh yeah. Family dispute. Do you mean when Nicole pleaded with you to help her and then you didn't, you stupid fucking son of a bitch?

Is jumping over the gates trespassing if you're a detective???

"She's been killed?" "Yes." "iS sHe DeAd???" No dumbass she's on a vacation to the Bahamas OF COURSE SHE'S DEAD

I....did you....think it wasn't...a crime scene????????

mARCIAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

okay this is where it loses it's seriousness and I just become a simp so be ready for that 🤪✌

"you guys are gonna starve" hehehehehe i giggle

ohhhh the little voice crack when she says "yeah" makes me 🥵

lmao Marcia not having any idea who OJ is is such a mood i love it

god I love her yelling ughhhh 😫

i feel so bad for those kids, they didn't deserve to lose their mom :/

every time i see that first scene with marcia walking in with her assistant, i consider writing a story about r being her assistant but i hold myself back because i already have 15 wips started

reporter shaving in the street is a mood lmfao

no one cares robert fuck off

i'm half tempted to blame all of this on that damn reporter that filmed him getting handcuffed

the inconsistency in these explanations genuinely piss me off sm, like that should have been such a fucking red flag, are you stupid?!

literally marcia has a right to be upset because he just keeps changing his story that's so sketchy

damn jUiCe calm tf down your anger issues are showing

STOP YELLING

STOP IT

cancel bob shapiro 19K94

John Travolta terrifies me I don't like that sharp jawline in the least

the way marcia and bill just don't say a word and walk separate ways because they know they aren't really gonna work together yet lmaooo

two bobs in the same case; ew.

god i feel so bad for herrrr having to go through another divorce and just as she's starting such a big case? ugh

"well I didn't know OJ Simpson was going to murder his wife on Sunday!" YES GO OFF QUEEN

wow coworker bonding time over a murder timeline and a cigarette 🥺

i fucking hate the media and this is why

literally crowding around a funeral????? how disrespectful can you be???

lmfao i still CANNOT get over the fact that the same gal who played Vivien Harmon also plays Fey Resnick gsdjhkfll

yeah why didn't you do something, huh? maybe you coulda stopped this, but you didn't.

the way he looks to the cameras, he wants his photo to be taken. he knows he did it, and he just loves all this attention

nicole was so beautiful......god this makes me sick

get your filthy lips off of her you fucking cunt

okay marcia's back she'll make it better

oh she called herself mommy ohhhhh

bob shapiro suuucckkssssss D:<

stop being dramatic you fucking bitch

fuck off

pffff that psychiatrist sounds like one of my friends lmfaooo

oh yeah marcia is gonna blow a gasket hehehe

marciaaa i love her professional voice, like how firm she is, it's so niceeee

i'm very gay and very simpy

yeah guess what he shoulda offed himself then we wouldn't have had to deal with any of this bullshit

kardashian mind your own business

oh my gods

"who is this?!" and "this is district attorney Marcia Clark! Where are you?!" make me 😳🥵😫

oh her hands oh my gods

LMAO "don't kill yourself in Kimmy's bedroom" GDHJSK

GOD LOVES YOU BAHAHA NO HE DOESN'T

bob hears "he's suicidal" and just goes 🤨🤨 lol

mmmmm "I shall be released" playing as police cars drive up delicious

you could never look like a moron Marcia you're too gorgeous

i will say, his run for the border is iconic

but in the bad way.

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OKAY that was episode one. I hope you enjoyed my ADHD brain going off on this show and simping over Clark, but I will be back (probably tomorrow) to examine the next episode 😌