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Red Bull when their driver has been underperforming for multiple seasons in a row, has already cost the team P1 and is about to cost the team P2 in the constructors championship, has caused so much damage from crashes that it's affected budget for in-season development and upgrades: we need to find an elegant solution so as to not upset fans or jeopardise sponsorship agreements
Red Bull when a driver in their second team has a slow start to the year, but does manage to get his season back on track and match/outperform his teammate who has already been re-signed for next year and ultimately is being held back by the team's complete inability to develop and improve the car and by the team's repeated strategy mistakes: we need to fire him immediately, without notice and do it in a way that causes the most upset and distress for both him and his fans and pisses off the team's major sponsors.
#the hypocrisy is astounding#I cannot even spend any more time thinking about this without wanting to do some serious damage#fuck em all#daniel ricciardo#dr3
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Wasn't sure when it would be the best time to discuss this, but since the ending is drawing near... yes, Bugtopia is ending.
It was a decision I really wrestled with myself for months over it, before finally concluding that letting it end after 40 episodes was the better option. Just to be clear, webtoons did not force me to end the series. They even offered to give me a pay raise to continue the series. It was my decision due to a multitude of personal factors. I'll just repeat what I said on my patreon:
I just want to say, first of all, thank you all so much for patiently waiting for my series to release and for supporting my work as I began developing the series. Bugtopia was a series I genuinely loved and adored and it made me feel so incredibly happy that people were turning their heads towards a series about weird bugs and their natural lives.
However, as you can probably guess, it pains me to say that I am concluding the series after season 1. I had 4 seasons planned with new characters to introduce, but unfortunately, I cannot see myself continuing to work with Webtoons and I want to pursue other projects.
This decision was due to a compiling number of issues with the company, the final straw was when they had a mass layoff, fired my editor that I've been working with for two years, and did not inform me for a week, leaving me in the dark until they randomly assigned me with someone else. My new editor is great and I'm glad I'm working with someone so patient and understanding, but this decision to fire my previous editor, the one who got me the job to begin with, without prior warning made me feel disrespected and disregarded, and it killed all motivation I had for properly completing the series.
I also felt incredibly overworked, I was spending vacation days working on comics and avoiding time with family just so I could get something done for webtoons once I come home. I feel like so much time was being wasted away for a company that paid me so little that I had to work twice as hard building up funds on my patreon. Bugtopia just ate up so much of my time. The pay also didn't make up for it. It's commonly assumed that webtoons authors make about $800 for the episodes they do, but that's not true. In fact, you can make far less depending on the amount of panels expected for your contract. It doesn't help that the artwork i did for banners and promotions were all things I had to draw and didn't get paid for, and the work I gave was either tampered with or scrapped, making me feel like I spent more hours of my day wasting time. There were also comics I had to censor and scrap, likely due to another series being in hot water for its racially insensitive content. But it was just extra work I wasn't being paid for. It also frustrated me because I was seeing other series with far more explicit content getting away with a slap on the wrist (turns out you can't say "fuck" anymore without it being hit with a mature rating, disappointing!)
In all honesty, it just felt like webtoons needed me more than I needed them. I was making more money from patreon in a week than I was making from webtoons in a month.
Personally, while I don't really regret my time with Webtoons and met some great people along the way, I honestly don't think any artist should work with them. You will be severely overworked and underpaid, and will barely be featured in ads unless your series becomes an instant hit immediately. It doesn't really matter how successful you are, you're just a product to Webtoons, put yourself above the corporation.
I have tried my best to provide you all with a satisfying conclusion to Bugtopia, even if some episodes may feel rushed or incomplete, but I completely understand if the conclusion isn't to your liking and I do apologize, but I could not continue working on this series if this was the mistreatment I was going to continuously get. I owe a massive thank you to my editor and assistants for helping me complete the series, I truly don't think I could have ever finished it without them.
Though I am done with Bugtopia, that does not mean I want to stop projects entirely, so please don't feel bad for me. I have a lot of upcoming projects and ideas in the works, and I'm still continuing the Monsters and Girls series.
Will Bugtopia ever return... possibly. I retain complete ownership of the series after a few years, and I wouldn't mind continuing the canvas series (or possibly starting over). Unfortunately I don't think I can continue the Webtoon Original as it belongs to webtoons now, but never say never I suppose!
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THINK AABOUT THIS
horny bsfheeseung who can't control himself when he's with you and eventually ends up fucking you on a rainy night
i'm thinking about it yes, because imagine HORNY BSF!HEESEUNG who was only supposed to come spend the afternoon at your place and watch a film with you. it was a cold day, so you were wearing a hoodie three times too big for you, some shorts and your warmest socks. you had already set up the couch - cozy blankets prepared for you, snacks and drinks scattered all over your table. and you were just so excited about finally spending time with him that heeseung felt really guilty about the way he couldn't help feeling hot under the collar when you hugged him and dragged him to the couch, snuggling up against him because you were freezing.
you put on the film, but heeseung cannot focus on it at all. everytime he tries to look at the tv screen, his eyes are drawn back to you - to your pretty face, pretty eyes, and pretty lips that he's dying to kiss. he's not usually this bothered around you, he has self-control, but there's just something about you today and the way your scent intoxicates him more than usual that makes him hard in his sweatpants. but it's okay, heeseung thinks, he just has to go through the movie without being suspicious and then he can go home.
wrong. not even halfway through the film, rain starts pouring outside. and it doesn't seem to stop. its raining so much that when the movie ends, you decide that it's too dangerous for heeseung to take his car to go home now. "but it's okay, you sleep here." and heeseung wants to say no, because he knows that if he stays in your presence one more minute, he's going to lose control. but you're actually right, he cannot drive in this weather.
so heeseung tries to not look at your ass too much as you bend down to get him another pillow so he can sleep on your couch comfortably. and he tries to not get distracted by the way he can still see the outline of your boobs, even under your oversized sweater. it's hard - and he's very hard by now - but he really tries. he's aware you're just being sweet, he's aware that you're not feeling the same as him, he's aware that he's being pathetic, but just cannot stop himself when you bend down again in your tight shorts to pick up a pack of gummies that fell to the floor.
"fuck, y/n, can you stop doing this ?" you turn around, the bag of candies in your hands and a clueless look on your face as you plant your innocent gaze into heeseung's lustful one. "stop doing what hee ?" - "bending over like this, showing me your pretty ass. that is if you don't want me to fuck you, baby." he eats up the way your cheeks immediately grow red, mouth opening and closing without knowing what to say anymore. the smirk on his face widens as he gets closer and you don't back out, dropping back the sweets once he wraps his arms around your waist. "so, what do you say ?" his lips are brushing against yours with how close he is, but you don't mind it, you just him to kiss you now. "yes, please."
heeseung doesn't waste any more time talking before he grabs you by your neck to pull in a kiss that leaves dazed, your mind blank, breath short from how good his tongue alone makes you feel. he chuckles when you chase his lips, fists closing around the fabric of his tee. "you want more ?" - "heeseung, please, don't tease me⌠i've waited for this long enough." the realization that you had been wanting just as bad is what sends heeseung far away, too far away to have control over himself anymore. "shit, i'm sorry princess, i'm gonna make it up, yeah ?" you nod and the next thing you know is that heeseung has you bend over for him on the couch, your shorts and underwear pulled down just enough so that he can push his cock inside of you.
"feeling so good baby, knew you would, i knew you would be perfect for me." you only moan louder at his words, trying to keep a bit of sanity as heeseung pounds into you like an animal. but in the end you don't mind the way his hand presses against your lower back, under your hoodie that he didn't take the time to throw away, forcing your back to arch even more, his cock hitting even deeper into you. "hee ! i'm close, i'm close pleaseâŚ" - "gonna make you cum all over my dick and then fill you up. everybody's gonna know you're mine this way."
and you don't deny, because in the end that's what you want. as you come down from your high, slowly opening your eyes that fall on the raindrops hitting your windows, you wonder if he really means it. "shit⌠you're still so tight baby, makes me want to fuck you again." you only whine at his words, letting him grab your hair and yank your head back. and you don't dare ask him what's gonna happen after, you just want to enjoy the way he's making you feel a little longer.
#i don't why but i needed to add some angst in the mix sorry for that#eli answering your questions#eli's anonie#enhypen smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen x reader#enha x reader#enha smut#enha hard hours#enha hard thoughts#lee heeseung#heeseung smut#heeseung x reader#heeseung hard hours#heeseung hard thoughts
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Change My Ways For You
Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Bucky x college!fem!reader
Summary: One of the only girls in school that didnât want Bucky Barnes was somehow the one he fell in love with
Warnings: Smut, fluff, reader doesnât take any of Buckyâs shit, himbo!Bucky, Bucky being a fuckboy,a bit of forced proximity, small part where Bucky is fucking someone else (ew), pinning, Bucky proving himself to be a sweet boy, non consentual kissing, Bucky being tooth rottingly sweet, Bucky calling reader sweets sweetheart and sweetcheeks, Steve is a dick (sorry not sorry), PROTECTED p in v (they are responsible in this one), fingering, fluffy smut, dirty talk, cockwarming?, so much praise, talk about STDs, delayed aftercare, talk about no aftercare, Bucky learns about aftercare so all is good
Word Count: 14.6k This is a long one
A/N: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for beta reading and helping with the direction; however, any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. This fic is the most adorable and full of emotions. The angst, the fluff, the feelings and especially Bucky. The way they act around one another â itâs absolutely great and definitely a read worth it!
âI have to admit, some of your grades in this class are less than I expected. Some of you have excelled in my class, but there are quite a few students to which their performance, to put it nicely, has been subpar.â A few students in the room look around, trying to see who looks guilty of having shit grades. You couldnât care less; you know your grades are great so itâs not your problem if someone else is failing.Â
All you want to do is get out of class and go back to your dorm to sleep, having stayed up way too late to finish a research paper for a different class. Your professor walks back over to his desk and leans back on it, sighing and taking off his glasses to wipe them on his sweater.Â
âNow, while I understand that this course is not for the faint of heart, I still expect all of you to put in effort, and based on these,â he holds up the essays that were due last week, âI can tell that some of you just donât care. Not even mentioning those of you who didnât turn in your paper.â
You hear a scoff a few rows behind you and you know itâs Bucky Barnes without having to turn your head. He is the resident fuckboy, not caring about school or his education, just going to parties and fucking every living thing in sight. Sometimes you think that the only reason he is even in college is to have the âcollege experienceâ of âbeing free and having a bit of fun.âÂ
Heâs never turned your head, rather just been a thorn in your side three times a week when you go to class, always joking with his friends next to him or talking about his latest trist. You donât want to hear about how loud a random girl screamed when she came on his cock. You were here to get your degree and finally move out of this shitty town you were stuck in.
Honestly, you doubt that Bucky was even giving anyone orgasms. In your experience, men who brag about how good they were in bed were nothing but a disappointment, giving you about 30 seconds of mediocre sex until they came inside a condom and rolled over only to ask you, âdid you cum?â The answer was always no. You didnât have the patience to stroke any manâs ego when they couldnât even make you wet.Â
Bucky did nothing but make you roll your eyes, annoyed by the absolute gall of himself. âNow, because I donât want my class average to go down because of a few dumbasses, I have sent some of you an email to meet me in my office after hours in which I will pair you up with another student in hopes that it will give you a kick in the ass since I cannot be bothered to spend more time teaching you.â You like your professor, you really do. He was one of the chillest professors youâve had, but a twinge of fear goes through you. You fucking hope that he doesnât pick you to help another student, especially Bucky.
You hang on to the sliver of hope that he wonât pick you. He knows that youâre busy, right? Between work and school you donât have any time to tutor anyone. The topic stays on your mind long after you leave class, delaying looking at your email just in case he picked you to help another student.Â
As the hours went by, however, you knew that you had to check it. You cursed when your laptop had battery; if it didnât, it would have given you an excuse to not show up if you were picked. Nonetheless, you opened your school email, only to find out that you had been picked and you needed to go down to your professors office in a half hour.
Getting dressed, you had the most intense scowl on your face. This was the last thing you needed added onto your plate. You only hoped that he would pair you up with someone who didnât need that much help, but you were proven wrong when you walked in only to find Bucky sitting down looking like he would rather be anywhere else.
âTake a seat, please.â You huff and sit down, moving your body away from Bucky as much as you could. You didnât really feel comfortable around him. Heâs never done anything to you per say, but youâve seen his shameless flirting and it makes you uneasy and never want to be on the receiving end of it.
You donât pay attention to anything your professor says, something about helping Bucky over the next few months until heâs passing or fails out of the course. Youâre too lost in thought to care. On top of everything you have going on, now you have to help the one person you canât stand.
Your professor dismisses the both of you with instructions to meet at least twice a week to study together. Bucky walks out before you and you assume that he has sprinted away to go to another party given that it was late afternoon, but you find him right outside the door.Â
âSo, sweetcheeks, I guess youâre gonna be seeing a lot of me now.â His eyes run up and down your body, like this was the first time heâs seen you. It makes you shift and wrap your arms around your middle, trying to soothe yourself. Bucky clearly takes this the wrong way and thinks that you like his hungry eyes and steps closer to you. âHow about I give you my number and we can meet up, ya know, to study? Or if you ever need something, Iâm sure we can figure something out.â
You donât want to give him your phone, thinking about where his hands have been. Ever since his step closer to you, you can smell the scent of sex on him. If you look closer at his beard you can see the glisten on it, most likely from some girl he ate out right before he came to the meeting.Â
âJust tell me your number, James so we can get this over with. I donât want to help you and you donât want my help. Clearly you donât give a shit about this class and you only want to get in my pants.â He raises his eyebrows at your tone, a little shocked that you spoke to him like that. Before he opens his mouth you continue, âI mean, look at you. Youâre flirting with me when I can fucking see that someoneâs pussy was on your face, and that makes you think that I want to have sex with you?â
He opens his mouth one more time but you arenât finished, finally able to snap at him for all the times heâs pissed you off. âIâm not going to be one of the girls you add to your roster so you can get that idea out of your head right now. The only time I am going to interact with you is when I have to, okay? Now give me your number so I can go back to my dorm and fucking sleep.â
Bucky is shocked, not having anyone talk to him like that. It pisses him off that you rejected him. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but he has time to change your mind. He canât lie, your sass was making his pants tighter, but he relents and gives you his number before you walk away while he watches your ass, palming his dick through his pants.Â
He needs to relieve the pressure in his groin and heâs sure as hell youâre not going to help him and his hand is nowhere near good as a pussy, so he goes out to Steveâs party, knowing that he can get a girl in minutes.
âFuck, yeah baby, that pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Shit, love that ass too, you gonna let me fuck it? Yeah, I bet you fucking would too.â Bucky doesnât know how the two of them ended up in the bathroom, fucking each otherâs brains out, but heâs not complaining. When she offered to get on her knees and suck his cock he pulled her into the nearest room, cumming on her face before pushing her into the mirror, smearing her makeup and his cum all over the mirror.
The slam of his hips was brutal, surely going to leave bruises on her hips but he didnât care, as long as she wasnât complaining, he would do whatever he wanted with her, fucking her like she was a slut. âFuck, baby, gonna make me fucking cum. Pussy is so fucking tight.â He lets a groan out, close to cumming.Â
 Usually he didnât make much noise during sex other than dirty talk, only breathing heavily and groaning when he was about to cum, but he was always composed. Sex felt great, but he never felt the need to moan. He never understood why men would moan like a slut just over some pussy, and he doubted that he would ever embarrass himself like that during sex.
âLove the way that ass bounces, so fucking hot.â This was the way Bucky fucked - from behind watching the girlâs ass jiggle. He wasnât one to fuck any other way. Bucky didnât give a shit to watch her face or look into her eyes, he just wanted to cum as fast as possible so he could move on with the rest of his day. He thought missionary was quite possibly the most boring position ever created, not like he ever made it to a bed anyway.
âShit, gonna take my cum, bitch? Yeah, you fucking are, just a little fucking cumdump for me, letting me fuck you in a dirty bathroom, too horny for my fat cock.â He was babbling, just wanting to cum so he could go back out to the party and have another drink, maybe even pick another girl up for later.
Bucky lets out a low groan, filling up the condom with his cum. Once his orgasm is finished, he pulls out, taking the rubber off and throwing it away. Pulling his pants back up, the girl turns around, clearly affronted. âI didnât even cum, baby.â Her voice was high and annoying, making Bucky roll his eyes.Â
âSorry, but your pussy made me bust early.â He chuckles knowing damn well that it was a lie. He just couldnât be bothered to make her cum. Why would he put in the extra work to make her cum when he was just having fun? If she wanted to cum so bad she could have handled it herself. He wasnât stopping her from using her own hands. Bucky either ate a girl out until she came to get her nice and wet if he was feeling generous that day or left her to her own devices while he took his own pleasure from her body.
She blushes, âoh, thanks, thatâs sweet of you.â Bucky just wants to get the fuck back to the party and sheâs talking too fucking much. âMaybe we can do this again.â
He can hear how hopeful she is and he felt just a little bit bad so he decided to humor her. âSure, Sherry, whenever Iâm free. You know college life and all, working hard in classes every day. Gotta keep up that 4.0 GPA.â As he heads for the door, he hears her squeak out, Itâs Sally!
The next day is when youâre supposed to meet Bucky in the library to study, but itâs been a half hour and he still hasnât shown. You decide to study what you need to. If Bucky wanted to fail you werenât going to go out of your way to help him. You werenât his mother; he was a grown man and he was responsible for himself.Â
Nearly an hour later, Bucky stumbles in, clearly reaping the effects of the alcohol binge he must have been on the night before. It was no wonder why he was failing his classes. When he sees you, a smile graces his lips, trying to make you forget that he was more than fashionably late. âHeeyyyy, sweetcheeks. You been waitinâ on me long?â The closer he gets the more you can smell the musk of sex and alcohol.
âJames, are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?â You know he is and you fight the urge to turn your nose up at the offensive smell coming off him.
âHuh? Oh, shit, I am. Well would yaâ look at that?â He laughs before plopping down in the seat next to you, his smell even worse than before. He tries to give you what you assume is a sexy look, but he just looks like he just awoke out of a coma. âHow about you help me change them then, sweetcheeks? Maybe even give me a good scrub, make sure Iâm real clean? Oh, and sweets, call me Bucky since weâre gonna get real close.â
There is no way that he is trying to have sex with you when his stink is filling up the entire section of the library. Anger bubbles up in your chest. You were here to help him and he is taking this whole thing like a joke. âI donât have time for this, James. Unlike you, I actually care about my grades and donât think with whatâs in my pants.â
As you go to walk away, Bucky tries to grab your wrist, wanting to mess with you some more, but his motor skills havenât come back yet and he was too slow. âCâmon, sweetheart, I was just messinâ with yaâ, donât get your panties in a twist.â Bucky holds his tongue about wanting to sniff your panties, not wanting to antagonize you further, but you just keep storming away and soon enough youâre out of Buckyâs sight.
Bucky huffs, annoyed that you walked away from him. Not because he actually wanted to talk to you, no of course not, itâs because no one has ever walked away from him. He walks away from girls after he fucked them, not the other way around. Grabbing his shirt, he lifts it up to smell it, turning his head away when the stench hits him. âDamn, no wonder she fucking sprinted away from you, Barnes.â Bucky stands up, almost falling over when gets lightheaded, the effect of drinking all night with no food catching up to him.
He slowly makes his way back to his dorm to shower and get out of his grimy clothes, feeling it stick to his skin in the worst way possible. He realizes that he only gave you his number and you didnât give him yours so he has no way of texting you to see when your next session is. Maybe he would have made it on time if you texted him. It wasnât his fault he was late. Honestly, you should have reminded him since you are supposed to be helping him.
The next day Bucky sees you in class and luckily he doesnât reek this time. Instead of sitting in his usual seat, he goes down a few rows and plops down next to you. âSo, sweetheart, I donât mean to question your teaching methods, but seems to me like youâre a pretty lackluster teacher, runninâ out on me like that.â You slowly turn your head, completely shocked at the sheer audacity of this man. How dare he say anything about you when he showed an hour late and proceeded to ogle you like a piece of meat?
âExcuse me? You wanna say that again, James? Because I donât think I heard you right, because you better not have just said that Iâm the problem.â
âI was just teasinâ ya, sweets. But if this is gonna work ya gotta help me a little bit. I mean, youâre the teacher and all.â You wanted to slap that smug smirk right off of his face.
âIf this is going to work, James, then you need to try. Iâm not going to pull my weight and yours so get that idea out of your head right now. Iâll be in the library at 4:30. If youâre so much as a minute late, Iâll tell the professor to get someone else to deal with you.â With that you got up and changed your seat, not wanting to be around him for another second.Â
Bucky felt his pants tighten again. He really needs to do something about your attitude, like fuck it out of you. It wasnât a lie that he found you attractive and the thought of bending you over your desk and watching your ass bounce made his cock even harder. Bucky was contemplating asking the girl next to him for a handjob but the thought of her hands around his cock didnât seem as good as what he thought your hands would feel like.
So instead of that, Bucky moved his seat to the back of the room so he could jerk off. A man has needs after all and Bucky has never had to worry about someone taking care of his boners until now.
Bucky decides not to push his luck and he actually shows up to the library on time, sans all of his books, but at least heâs there. He sees you in the corner, hunched over your laptop, typing away. You look cute too, with your tongue slightly passed your lips in concentration and eyebrows pulled together. Reading glasses perched on your nose. His sweetheart was working hard. What the fuck, Barnes? Bucky is taken aback by his own thoughts. He has never looked at a girl like that, when none of his thoughts are about how many different ways he could fuck them.
You roll your eyes when you see that Bucky didnât bring anything with him, just the air of arrogance that seems to follow him wherever he goes. âWould yaâ look at the time, sweets? Iâm early. See I happen to take my education very seriously.â You swear, if you roll your eyes anymore because of this man, theyâre going to be stuck in the back of your skull.Â
âYeah, yeah. What did the professor say you needed to work on?â You want to get straight to business. The faster you get this done the faster you can leave.
âUh, well. I donât exactly know what.â He tries to smile to soften the blow of his incompetence as he sits next to you, but you are almost vibrating in anger at how useless he is.
Huffing, you angrily click at your laptop, going to check the email your professor gave you, knowing that Bucky couldnât be trusted to remember. âJames, please tell me how your grade is a 13% and youâre still in college?â You had no idea that someone could have a grade that low and not be kicked out of the entire course.
âWhat! No way, let me see that.â You slide the laptop over to him, showing the proof of his negligence. âWell, damn, we have a lotta work to do then, sweetcheeks.â You ignore his comment and pull up his most recent essay, surprised that he turned it in at all, but not shocked to see how terribly he did.
âJames, what did you even think this essay was about?â
âUh, nature and care?â Your mouth drops open and you just stare at him for a minute, making him squirm under your gaze.
âJames, this was an essay on Frankenstein, and you were supposed to analyze the difference between nature versus nurture. You wrote about the fucking trees!â
Bucky clearly didnât understand the problem with his essay. âYeah, thatâs nature!â
âNo, James. Nature as in how you are, like how you were born, not how you were raised. You were supposed to compare how Victor was nurtured all his life but was full of hate and spite, but the creature never had any care but he was benevolent until everyone who encountered him abhorred him!â
You were talking too fast and Bucky didnât understand a word of what you said. You were using words that he had never heard of before. âSo, you can fix it, right, sweets?â That same sly smile was on his lips. The look on your face was enough to make him backtrack. âUh, so we can fix this right? You know, since weâre a team now.â
The resting bitch face you gave him had him shifting his eyes around the library, trying to avoid it. As soon as he did, however, he regretted his decision when his party hook up locked eyes with him. His eyes immediately went to your laptop, typing random words onto the document you pulled up, trying to seem busy.
âSo, sweetcheeks, Iâm picking up what youâre putting down. So Victor is a bitch and Frankenstein is cool.â The sound of your voice correcting him by calling the creature Frankenstein is drowned out by the shrill voice of his past trist.
âHey, baby, havenât seen you since that party. See you're working hard, keeping up that 4.0 I see.â She lets out a giggle and strokes his bicep. You raise an eyebrow but donât say anything about his supposed GPA. Youâre taking great pleasure in watching Bucky squirm, clearly not wanting anything to do with her now that heâs gotten his rocks off.Â
âAnd who is this? I bet my smart baby is helping her study, right? Thatâs so sweet of you to help out, really. Not everyone would want to help the ugly girl.â You wheeled your head back, about to bite her head off for daring to say shit about your looks when the foundation on her face was three shades lighter than her chest that was almost spilling out of her way too small top. Now you were never one to judge, but if someone comes for your looks, you come right back at them.
Before you got the chance to tear her a new one, Bucky interjected. âYaâ know me, always helping out where I can, even those less fortunate than me.â His eyes were glued to her chest and you doubted that he even knew what she said to begin with. âListen, Sandy, how about we catch up after Iâm done and I can help you out too?â
The âsexyâ look on her face dropped. âMy nameâs Sally, nevermind, you can have the ugly bitch!â Bucky cringes slightly at getting her name wrong again; he was never good with those. You donât know why you were involved with their lovers quarrel, but a twinge of hurt sprouts in your heart. You didnât even do anything to her and she had to come at you for your looks, and Bucky didnât say a fucking word.
Grabbing your things, you pack them with more force than necessary, but you donât give a fuck. âSweetheart, where are yaâ going? Donât listen to her, sheâs just a bit jealous that Iâm with yaâ.â
How does he not see what he did wrong? You just glare at him before turning on your heels and walking away. There is no way that youâre going to spend anymore time or energy on him when he isnât going to try. If it was anyone else, maybe you wouldnât be so hurt, but for just one second you thought that Bucky wasnât as bad as he made himself out to be.
âSweets, câmon, we still have that essay to write.â Was this man really following you down the hall? Yes, yes he was.Â
You spin around, eyes ablaze just to walk back up to him and push his chest. âYou have an essay to write because I. Am. Done. You donât give a fuck about this and I refuse to put myself through this for nothing.â
âWhat did I even do?â Now you were shaking with anger.
âWhat did you do? You havenât tried at all, showing up late, trying to get me to fuck you, and worst of all, you let someone talk about me like that right in front of you and didnât say a fucking word. You know, for a second there I thought you might be a nice guy, but you proved me the fuck wrong.â
Bucky had the nerve to look angry at what you said. Pushing you against the wall, he stares into your eyes. âSweets, youâre really starting to piss me off. Iâm fucking trying and itâs not good enough for yaâ. I ought to fuck that attitude right outta yaâ.â His eyes drop down to your lips and youâre too stunned to speak, not expecting him to push you up against a wall.Â
He was starting to scare you, getting into your space like this, but before you could tell him to back off his lips smashed against yours. It was rough and fast. Your lips stayed still but your eyes were wide open, shocked at what he was doing. You tried to push his chest, but he only got closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, one hand dropping to your ass.
You struggled to free one of your hands, but as soon as you did you slapped Bucky in the face as hard as you could given your angle. He pulls back, shock on his face at the fact that you hit him. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing! What made you think that I wanted to kiss you, asshole!â You try to wipe your lips, wanting to get the memory of his lips against yours off.
Bucky just stood there, not knowing what to say. He didnât know what came over him. You shook your head and practically ran away to your dorm so you could shower and wash his touch off of you. The next day you were glad you didnât have class with Bucky, but the remains of his kiss were still lingering. You didnât even want to help him to begin with and this is how it ends up? With him forcing you to kiss him.
You didnât want to tell anyone what happened, just wanting to forget the whole thing. But you couldnât avoid Bucky for long since you did have to share a class together. He tried to come up to you, but you saw it out of the corner of your eye and switched seats before he could reach you. The entire hour and a half lecture was spent making sure Bucky wasnât making his way any closer to you.
Instead of rushing out when class was over, you made your way down to your professors desk. âProfessor, could I talk to you in your office for a minute? Itâs important.â He might be relaxed most of the time, but your professor always made sure everyone in his class felt like they could talk to him if needed.Â
Nodding his head, he leads you to his office and closes the door behind you, but not before you catch a glimpse of Bucky looking like a kicked puppy. He knew what you were about to talk about in that office, but there was nothing he could do about it. âHave a seat and tell me whatâs going on. Youâve seemed off the past couple of lessons and Iâm starting to get worried.â
You gulped, not knowing why it was so hard to say that you donât want to tutor Bucky anymore. You didnât want to let your professor down. Maybe it was because he reminded you of a father that you never had, but you just wanted to make him proud, showing him that you were capable of what he entrusted to you. He was looking at you, waiting to listen.
âUm, well, I have been distracted, but I think that it would be best for James to-â You canât finish the rest of your sentence when you look at your professor. He trusted you to help Bucky and you canât throw his trust away. âI think it would be best for James to have a more structured plan and I wanted to discuss that with you.â
The pride in his eyes was undeniable and you forgot about all the shit Bucky has put you through over the last few days. âOf course, what did you have in mind?â When you get out of his office, Bucky is still waiting, most likely missing the next party one of his friends is having.
You donât even look at him, only grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him with you all the way down to the library. âSweets, listen, I didnât mean to make yaâ feel-â Turning around, you cut him off and he stumbles to a stop.
âNo, I donât want to hear it, James. You listen to me. We will meet in this library every other day at this exact time and you will keep your mouth shut and work. Do you hear me?â Bucky feels his pants tighten, but doesnât say a word about it, slightly scared to talk back to you.Â
He just nods his head, finally noticing how beautiful you were. How your eyes held so much emotion in them, even when you didn't let it show on your face. Or how your lips form a small frown, the sides pulling down giving you an adorable pout. The small belmishes on your face, the tiny imperfections, created the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
âA nod is not an answer, James. Use your words.â Bucky swears that he could have cum in his pants at that exact moment. No woman has ever been so dominant with him in or out of the bedroom.Â
He gulps before finding his voice again, hoarse but still working. âYes, maâam. I wonât let yaâ down again. I swear.â You stare into his eyes for a few seconds longer, determining if you believed him or not, giving Bucky more time to appreciate every part of your face he didnât notice before.
You let go of his shirt and keep walking and Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, eyes downcast to your ass but not being able to see much with your hoodie going down past it. Instead of going to the corner of the library you were at last time, you walk to one of the private study rooms. âSit and get your shit out.â
Bucky wastes no time following your direction, loving how brazen you were. You sit down next to him, giving him the opportunity to smell your perfume, the light scent intoxicating. âSo, teach, what are we working on first?â His eyes are bright and attentive, taking in your facial expressions. Heâs trying to butter you up, make you less angry at him.
âWe have to fix your atrocious essay. Itâs worth the most amount of points so hopefully it will bring your grade up.â You root through his binder, nothing organized at all. When you find it and pull it out you sigh, not knowing where to even start. âOkay, first things first, you need to at least understand what this is about.â
You explain everything to him, stopping to see if he is still following along, surprised to see him paying attention, going so far as to interrupt every so often to ask questions. For the first time since he got to college, Bucky is trying. The two of you sit there for a few hours, going over the essay line by line, fixing his mistakes. To your surprise, his grammar wasnât too bad. At least he had something going for him.
The next few lessons go by the same way, Bucky working hard to not piss you off, but also to improve his grades. There were no flirty comments, no complaining about you being bossy. He was falling for you, something that Bucky never thought would happen to him.
He didnât know how it started. Maybe it was that day you told him off, grabbing his shirt and putting him in his place. Whatever it was, he didnât care. You were so beautiful and smart. God you were smart. It amazed him how easy it was for you to explain the assignments to him.Â
Bucky stopped going to parties, too. For once he didnât find interest in getting shitfaced drunk and sticking his dick in a random girl; although it was giving him his first ever case of blue balls, it just felt wrong to have sex with another girl. He tried once at the last party he went to before he decided to stop going, but her hand on his cock didnât make him pulse with need. Bucky ended up faking a phone call, saying that his friend was in the hospital and he needed to go see him.
As the weeks pass, Bucky can tell youâre getting soft on him, especially when you called him Bucky for the first time.
 âCâmon, sweets, it canât be that bad helpinâ me out.â Bucky leans back in his chair, his signature smirk plastered on his face.Â
âDonât know what youâre talking about, James because from where I stand, Iâm losing IQ points by the minute with you.â You still try to sass him but Bucky can tell youâre fighting off a smile. The two of you talk like actual friends now - no more jabs at his promiscuity and no more ogling.
âAh, I think itâs the other way around. I can feel myself gettinâ smarter with yaâ.â Bucky puts his head on the table in front of you, moving so he could look at your face. His eyes glisten, showing the sweet man hidden underneath his tough exterior.
âOh, give me a break, Bucky, youâre just trying to butter me up so Iâll do all the work for you.â You smile, looking down at him with the same adoration heâs giving you. His name leaving your lips felt right, smooth and sweet.
Buckyâs eyes widen, not expecting his name to sound so damn good coming from you. He doesnât say anything in fear of you going back to calling him James. Now that youâve called him Bucky, he never wants to hear his first name come out of your mouth again. He wants to be your Bucky.
You canât deny the feelings youâve developed for Bucky. The man charming his way into your heart, but you know you canât act on them. You doubt that Bucky has ever been in a serious relationship, only going for one night stands. Even though youâve seen first hand how sweet of a man he can be, you still arenât convinced that he would be interested in dating.
But Bucky doesnât share the same sentiment. Today is the day heâs going to ask you on a date, hoping that youâll say yes and give him a chance to prove himself to you, prove that he can be the man you deserve. Like always, youâre in the library before him, already set up and waiting. When you see him walking over you wave, the same gorgeous smile he fell for gracing your lips.Â
You could tell that he was nervous, stuttering and not meeting your eyes. âBucky, whatâs going on with you? Donât tell me that you forgot to turn in the essay that weâve been working on.â
Bucky smiles sheepishly at you. âNo, sweets, I remembered to turn it in. I, uh, well, yaâ know. I got a question for yaâ.â Mentally slapping himself in the face, Bucky blushed.
Staring at him suspiciously, you pushed your laptop away, giving him your full attention. âWell, sweets, youâve been so good to me over these past few weeks. Really turned me around. I didnât think that I would be able to do all this college shit, you know?â It wasnât a question that he wanted you to answer. âYou made me change my ways. I donât want to go to parties and get blackout drunk anymore. To be honest, Iâd much rather spend my time with you.â
Bucky takes a deep breath while you gaze at him with a blank expression on your face, making him even more nervous than before. âDoesnât matter what weâre doing, sâlong as itâs with you I donât care.â
You cut off his rambling, afraid of where he is going. âBucky, what are you trying to say to me?â You know what he is trying to say, but you donât know how to react to it. Itâs not like you havenât imagined what it would be like to go out with him, but thatâs just not the man he is.
âIâm tryinâ to be romantic right now, sweets.â He lets out a little giggle, playing with his hands to try to calm himself down. âWhat Iâm tryinâ to say is, would you like to go on a date with me?â Bucky feels his heart drop when you only stare at him, not even blinking. His knee starts to bounce, the anticipation becoming too much for him.
You sigh, thinking about what to say to him. The two of you have a good friendship, one that you never thought you would have, but starting a relationship with him is terrifying. âBucky, listen.â Just from the way you started your sentence, Bucky regrets saying anything. âItâs not that I donât like you, I really do, but I canât deny that your past scares me.â
âWhat do you mean, sweets?â For a man so observant, he can be a little dumb.
âYou donât do relationships, Bucky. Youâre used to no strings attached and dating includes a lot of strings.â Bucky clenches his jaw, of course his past would come back to bite him in the ass.
âI donât want no strings attached anymore. I want to be with you and only you.â You close your eyes, putting your head down slightly. You want to believe him, you really do, but you donât want to get your heart broken. Gently, Buckyâs hand grabs your chin, moving you to face him. âLet me prove myself to you, sweets, just give me a chance and if I blow it I give you full permission to kick my ass.â
That brings a small smile to your lips, but youâre still not convinced. âWhat if you get bored of me? Being with the same person over and over again?â Buckyâs heart aches at your words, not used to seeing you unsure of yourself. How could he ever get tired of you? He knows that he is the one who caused your insecurities. If he didnât sleep around as much as he did, then you wouldnât worry about his loyalty.
âSweetheart, ever since you put me in my place, I havenât touched another woman, canât even think about someone who isnât you touchinâ me. Just one chance is all Iâm askinâ and I promise that I will show you how much I care.â
Closing your eyes, you lean into his warm palm, letting yourself feel him. His eyes hold so much vulnerability and you feel yourself losing the ability to say no to him. âJust one chance, Barnes. And if you hurt me I swear to God.â Youâve never seen Bucky smile so wide, pure joy adorning his face.Â
The smile never left his face, only growing wider. âWouldnât dream of it, sweets. What about you come over to my dorm and we can have a movie night? Maybe you could even stay over?â He looks sheepish, worried youâll turn him down. At the quirk of your brow he rushes to explain himself. âNot like that! Just to hang out.â
You head back to your dorm to get a change of clothes while Bucky waits outside so he could walk with you back to his. As soon as you walk out, he is rushing to grab your bag from you, insisting that he carries it. âBucky, I can carry my own bag, you know. Iâm capable of that much.â He loves your little attitude, never accepting his help.
Throwing an arm over your shoulder, Bucky leads you away, not giving you your bag back. His dorm is just what you expect from a college frat boy: trash can overflowing, clothes on the floor, food left out, bed a complete mess. Scratching the back of his neck, Bucky shyly looks at you. You decide to only give him a little bit of grief for the mess. âAm I allowed on the bed or have you fucked someone here?â
Buckyâs eyes widen, frantically shaking his head. âNo, never brought anyone back to my dorm.â Toeing your shoes off, you ask him where the bathroom is, changing your clothes before you flop onto the bed, letting yourself sink into the fluffy mattress. For a minute, Bucky feels his brain malfunction. The sight of you in his bed is probably the hottest thing heâs ever seen. He would give his left arm to have you naked right now, his cock buried deep inside you, your pussy pulsing around his cock, moaning when he rubs little circles on your clit.
âYou just gonna stand there, or are you gonna put on a movie, loverboy?â Shaking his head, Bucky nods and heads over to grab his laptop before climbing into bed, leaving space in between the two of you in case you didnât want to be too close. âI didnât know that hanging off the side of the bed was your style, but if you want to leave me to freeze feel free to do so.â
Bucky doesnât know how to act around you, this whole dating thing is uncharted territory for him. He just moves over, your thigh pressed to his. Bucky had to will his cock to not get hard, the softness of your body was making it hard to think straight. The fact that heâs only jerked off for the past month isnât helping either.
You move to get more comfortable, which so happens to include you snuggling into his side, curling your arms around his bicep. Bucky has no clue what the movie is about, the image of all the things he wants to do to you in this bed are too much for him. He doesnât know what the feeling passing over him is. He likes this. He likes the feeling of your body pressed to his. Not in a sexual way, although he wouldnât mind that either, but in a completely innocent way. Bucky never stayed around after he came, always getting dressed and leaving. Heâs never had a woman press their body against his just to find comfort.
Somehow, Bucky is following along with the plot of the movie, but he knows that it was just because of how you interacted with all the characters like they could hear you. Bucky would usually hate that, he hates when people talk through movies, but he couldnât find it in himself to be angry with you. If anything, he was glad that you kept talking, giving him the opportunity to hear your voice.
Halfway through the movie you stop talking. When Bucky looks down he sees that you fell asleep on his chest. Of course at that moment Buckyâs bladder decided that he needed to pee urgently. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, focusing on the part of your mouth and the bit of drool leaking from it. But try as he might, he needed to use the bathroom.Â
He tried to maneuver you to not disturb your sleep but you woke up as soon as he moved. âWhere you going?â Shit, heâs going to have to pee with a boner because your sleepy voice sent blood right to his cock.Â
âJust gotta take a leak, be right back.â You just snuggle deeper into the pillows, humming in understandment. Bucky has to put one hand on the wall in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet at an awkward angle trying to push his erection down with his other hand so he could pee. It took a bit of work, but he was able to go without making a mess. Now, Bucky might be a lot of things, but unhygienic isnât one of them and before he goes back to bed he washes his hands.
Once he walks back into the room he sees that youâre more awake than before but still laying in bed. He hits the lightswitch on his way over and turns on the lamp, letting the soft glow illuminate your features. âWhat took you so long? Almost fell back asleep.â
Before he could answer, you wrap your body around his and feel his hard cock through his sweats. Pulling away slightly, your face gets hot. Thatâs why he took so long. âShit, sweets, Iâm sorry. Itâs just, well, you were in my bed, and you look so gorgeous. Not that Iâm expecting anything! But the image of you is fucking hot. Fuck, I shouldnât have said that.â
Your giggle catches him by surprise. âItâs okay, Bucky. Canât imagine going from having sex all the time to being abstinent for a month.â With the soft glow of the lamp, you see Buckyâs blush. âJust donât think Iâm going to fix it for you though.â He shakes his head and chuckles lowly, pulling you back into him, keeping his pelvis away from yours even though his dick was begging for release.
Bucky doesnât say anything back, but his hand moves to your waist, resting over your shirt. His thumb rubs small circles before he trails his hand up to your ribs and you can feel the heat of his palm through your shirt. For a few minutes he keeps his hand there, feeling your heartbeat, all the while moving his face closer.
He can feel your heartbeat pick up the closer he gets. You can feel his breath on your lips, warm and inviting. Youâve never been this close to his face, seeing all of his freckles up close. You donât want him to pull away, not when your whole body is thrumming with need. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that Bucky could be this gentle.
He moves his hand up to your arm, delicately trailing his fingertips up and down, giving you goosebumps. Bucky is waiting for you to make the first move this time. The first time he kissed you was crass and unwarranted. The little gasp that leaves your lips when his palm rests on your cheek makes his cock jump.
Eyes fluttering shut, you lean in first. His plump lips meet yours and you moan into his mouth, not expecting his lips to be so soft and warm. You move your hands to his chest, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel his whole body pressed to yours. You ignore the erection pressed against your stomach, completely lost in the sensation of his mouth on yours.Â
Bucky frees his other hand from under him and wraps it around your waist, pulling you on top of him. The pressure of his hand caused you to arch your back, gasping when your core meets his hard dick. Bucky doesnât waste the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the taste. He has to use every bit of self control in his body not to buck his hips up, but he doesnât have to because you grind down onto him, searching for friction. The harder you kiss him, the more his will slips from him and he was the first to break the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting you to him.
Both of you gasp for breath, having deprived yourselves of oxygen for too long. âWhyâd you stop?â God, you were perfect. Eyes wide, pupils blown, kiss swollen lips - Bucky knew that he wanted to keep you like this all the time, having you look at him like that was addicting and he was already hooked.
âIf we keep going I wonât be able to control myself and I told you that Iâm going to prove to you that Iâm in this. That I donât want you just for sex. Iâm going to treat you right, make sure you know how much I care first.â You have to bite your lip to stop the moan leaving you. That was the hottest and sweetest thing youâve ever heard. The fact that Bucky, the resident fuckboy, is denying sex because he wants to show you what you mean to him first has your cunt clenching around nothing.
You canât think of words to convey how much that means to you, so you just slam your lips against his, kissing him with as much passion as you possibly could. Bucky has to use every morsel of restraint to move you off of him. âSweets, youâre going to kill me with this.â The giggle you let out makes leaving his throbbing dick alone worth it, but you take pity on him and ask if he wants to go to the bathroom to fix his issue.
At first he declines, but he eventually caves and goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and handles his business. You scroll on your phone for a bit but youâre surprised when he comes back so fast. âLoverboy, this better not be a sign that you donât last in bed, because when we do have sex, I want you to fuck me properly.â
As he flops back down on the bed, he groans. When, you said when, not if, when. âSweets, if I hadnât just came my dick would be rock hard again. You canât say shit like that to me.â He rolls over, stradling you. âAnd sweets, I promise you, Iâll fuck you so good you wonât remember your name.â
You just raise your eyebrows, choosing to tease him a bit. âWell, based on the time you spent touching yourself, Iâm not convinced. Hope your reputation hasnât gone to your head because Iâll be honest if you canât fuck me right.â
Bucky squints his eyes at you before leaning down, like he was going to kiss you again, but at the last moment, he pulls back and tickles your sides. Your laughter is easily one of his favorite sounds. âBucky! Stop or else Iâll never have sex with you.â That makes him pause, even though he knew it was an empty threat and lays back down next to you.
âOkay, okay, sweets, Iâll leave you be. But I wouldnât be opposed to you tickling me.âÂ
âWhat, is this a kink that you have, being tickled?â He scrunches his nose while he laughs, knowing what he was going to say next.
âNo, but I would love it if you would tickle my pickle.â He smirks like it was the best joke ever told, proud of himself. You groan and turn away from him so he canât see your smile. âCâmon, sweets, that was a good one.â
If you turn around you know youâll see his puppy dog eyes. âBuck, that was the worst joke in the history of jokes.âÂ
âAh, ah, I can hear your smile. You loved it.â You donât respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you liked his joke. Itâs silent for a moment and you are about to turn back around but Bucky talks before you can. âDo you mind if we spoon? I mean, you donât have to stay overnight, but if you want to, yaâ know.â
âWell, it is pretty cold outside, and I would hate to have to walk all the way back. And who knows, I could freeze to death at my dorm. Better be safe than sorry.â Bucky knows what you're doing and plays along.
âOf course, sweets, canât have my girl freeze. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât keep my girl warm.â You skooch back, pressing against his chest and his arms circle your waist, chin resting on your head. âNight, sweets, Iâll see you in the morning.â
âOnly if I donât run away, loverboy.â You feel the vibrations of his chest as he chuckles before leaning back to turn the lamp off, falling asleep with your soft body pressed to his.
Over the next few months, Bucky proves himself to be the perfect boyfriend, always asking you how your day was, remembering all the little things about you, kissing you and holding your hand around campus, not giving a single fuck who saw the two of you. He wasnât embarrassed to admit he was whipped.
âBuck, câmon, this is the best fucking party of the year, you have to go. Itâs gonna be packed with girls in slutty costumes, Halloween man, everyone wants to fuck everyone.â Bucky only rolls his eyes at Steve.
âDude, how many times do I have to tell you, parties arenât for me anymore. Hangovers suck dick and I have better things to do in my free time.â Steve doesnât seem to understand how much Bucky loved you. Heâs never said it, at least not yet.Â
âLike what, hanging out with the nerd who hasnât put out in three months? Câmon, I know you want some pussy and itâs gonna be on a fucking platter tonight.â Bucky sees red, not giving a shit that Steve is his best friend. No one talks about his girl like that, no one.
âSteve, I donât know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you fucking know how much I care about her. If I ever hear you call her that shit again, Iâll put you in the fucking hospital. I couldnât give less of a shit about how long I have to wait for her to know that I donât just want a pussy to fuck, not anymore. Iâm done with the parties and the random girls, okay. So get that through your thick skull.â
He doesnât wait for Steve to answer, storming out of Steveâs dorm and walking away, not even caring where he was headed. He doesnât know how he got there, but he stands outside of your door, raising his hand to knock. You always answer the door for him and this time is no different.
âBucky, whatâs wrong?â You were so tuned into him, reading him like a book. Without waiting you pull him into your dorm, shutting and locking the door behind him, leading him to your bed. His jaw was clenched, eyes set. If he was a cartoon, steam would be pouring from his ears.
âFucking Steve.â He kicks off his shoes and gets comfortable in your bed, you following right after. You would go anywhere he goes.
Cuddling up to him, you pull him into you and his muscles relax at your touch, body responding to yours without thought. âWhat about Steve? You two get into a fight?â You never really liked Steve, but he was Buckyâs friend and you would listen to whatever he had to say about Steve. He was just like Bucky was before he met you.
âBeing a fucking asshole. You wanna know what he said to me?â Bucky doesnât wait for you to answer, only turning his head to see you better before continuing. âWanted me to go to the Halloween party tonight, talking about all the girls that want to fuck as if he doesnât know that Iâm with you.â That doesnât seem as bad as you thought, thinking that they got into a fist fight. It doesnât surprise you that Steve was still trying to convince Bucky to go back to his playboy ways.
But Bucky wasnât finished. âHe had the fucking nerve to say that I should go because we havenât had sex yet, like I give a shit about that. Fucking disrespected you right to my face.â You couldnât deny that you were turned on by the fact that Bucky was defending your honor even when you werenât there, not letting anyone bad mouth you.
âAnd what did you say, Buck?â Fuck, your voice was breathy, heartrate picking up. You wanted to hear what he said, how he told his best friend off. Bucky didnât seem to pick up on your arousal, still too heated from his argument.
âFucking told his ass that if he ever says that shit again, Iâll fuck him up. No one talks about my girl like that, donât give a shit who it is.â You swear you could cum right now. Why was that so hot? Maybe it was because youâve never had a man that didnât let anyone disrespect you, or maybe you just liked to see him mad.
âI want you, Bucky. Want you to fuck me.â It just comes out, shocking the both of you. Bucky whips his head around, eyes as wide as your own.
âWhat?âÂ
âI want you to fuck me. Iâm ready, know you donât just want to use me.â Buckyâs dick is rock hard in seconds, all the anger in his body disapparating instantly.Â
âAre you sure you want this, sweets? Because I have no problem waiting.â Throughout the course of your dating, Bucky canât count the amount of times that heâs been hard and left his cock untouched. Itâs gotten to the point where the two of you knew he was going to get hard when he was around you, not that it bothered you, knowing how much you were affecting him, but Buckyâs used to ignoring his erection now and he has no problem waiting for it to go away if you donât want to have sex with him.
âYes, Bucky, I think Iâve made you wait long enough. And to be honest, if I make you wait any longer I donât think youâll last more than a minute.â The mouth on you marvels Bucky every time.Â
âExcuse me, sweets, but Iâll have you know Iâm no two pump chump.â You only raise an eyebrow and Bucky huffs before kissing you again. Itâs slow and hot. Buckyâs never kissed like this before, but with you he just canât help but savor the feeling of your lips on his. He doesnât want to rush, if he could he would kiss you forever, stuck in limbo, floating with only your touch to ground him.
You whine, hands pulling at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. Bucky moves back, smirking at you. âDesperate, arenât we? Just wanna feel me âgainst you, huh?â Teasing hasnât been something Bucky really did, always hurrying to the main event, but he wants to make you crave him as much as he does you.Â
The glare you give him holds no heat, not able to be mad at him when heâs looking so damn hot above you. Bucky relents, just this once, and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach. He sucks a breath in through his teeth when your hands land on his abs. âHoly hell, woman! Your hands are fucking ice cubes!â You giggle but donât pull away, sitting up and moving your hands across his back, slipping them into his sweats, finding his bare ass and squeezing.
âWell, loverboy, warm them up for me.â Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, chuckling at you. He takes your hands out of his pants and lays you back down, letting his warm palms circle the soft skin of your belly under your shirt.Â
âCan I take this off, sweetheart? Gonna let me see those pretty tits?â Your cunt pulses at his words. Men that youâve been with before havenât talked to you like this, making you yearn for them.
âI mean, you can take it off but theyâre not that pretty.â Bucky wheels his head back, clearly offended by your statement. For the first time, you shy away from his gaze. You werenât exactly insecure about your body, but you also werenât the most confident and you doubt that your body is better than the surplus of girls Buckyâs had.
âI beg your fucking pardon, sweets. Iâm gonna need you to run that by me again.â Bucky lowers his face to yours, and youâre sure he is looking right through you.Â
âWell, I doubt theyâre the best pair youâve seen, Buck. Donât roll your eyes at me either.â You catch the eye roll Bucky gave you. He wasnât rolling his eyes at you, but rather the words you were saying.
âI canât believe my ears, sweets. The smartest girl Iâve ever met is saying what is quite possibly the dumbest thing Iâve heard. And thatâs coming from the guy who is friends with Sam.â Itâs your turn to roll your eyes and instead of saying anything back to him, you grab the bottom of your shirt and take it off, revealing your naked chest to him, foregoing a bra.
Like any man, Bucky gets distracted by the sight of your breasts on display for him. It takes him a second, but he shakes his head and comes back from his daze. âFuck, sweetheart, you got the prettiest set of tits Iâve ever fuckinâ seen. Fucking perfect.â Bucky isnât lying either, he really does think that youâre the most beautiful woman on the entire planet, every part of your body is perfection. âShould be a model, sweets, let everyone see how gorgeous you are.â
You feel the heat creep up your neck and rest on your cheeks. You arenât used to being looked at like this. The look heâs giving you is so much different from when you first started working with him. Itâs not filled with lust, although you can tell itâs there, but filled with awe and love. âUh, uh, donât look away from me. Want you to look at me while I make you cum.â
He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot that he found the first time you made out. The little gasps and whines that leave your lips has his cock begging to be touched, but right now it isnât about him, itâs about you.
You arch your back, pressing your soft breasts against his solid chest, drawing his attention away from your neck and to your tits. Trailing kisses down your chest, he swirls his tongue around your right breast, purposely avoiding your sensitive nipple. He doesnât listen to any of your protests so you take matters into your own hands and grab a fistfull of his hair and jerk his head to where you want him to be.Â
 The moan that leaves Bucky is pornographic, having no idea he liked his hair pulled that much. Bucky abides and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. âOh, Bucky, just like that, feels good.â Bucky has to buck his hips into yours, never hearing something so sexy in all his life.
His other hand comes up to grab your other breast, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, every so often switching to give each one the attention they deserve. The longer he plays with your breasts, the more you feel your panties soak and you canât take it anymore, needing some type of release.
Bucky pulls away with a pop, the cool air hitting your wet nipples makes you gasp. âBaby, I need you to touch me.â You can sense the words about to leave his mouth and answer his unspoken question. âTouch my pussy.â
Letting out a deep groan, Bucky grabs the hem of your sleep shorts, pulling them and your panties down when you nod. Your hand jets down to cover your pussy when you remember that you havenât shaved, not expecting to have sex with Bucky tonight. âWait, I have hair right now, maybe we shouldnât.â
Bucky just blinks at you. He canât believe that you would deprive him of your pussy because of a little hair. âSweets, I have been a patient man, but I swear to God if you donât move your hand and let me see my pretty pussy Iâm going to lose my mind. You really think I give a shit if you have some fucking hair?â
You just smile sheepishly at him before removing your hand. âThere she is. Look at her, so beautiful ainât she? Yeah, sheâs dripping for me, knows who she belongs to.â Fuck, you didnât expect him to be so enamored with your cunt. âYa gonna let me touch my pretty girl?â
You gulp before giving a breathy yes and Bucky spreads your legs a little wider and brings his right hand up to your pussy lips, gently tracing them making you twitch and giggle. âBucky, that tickles.â Bucky smiles and his nose scrunches before his thumb goes from your hole up to your clit. âFuck, Bucky, rub my clit.â
He just stops his movement, resting his thumb on your bundle of nerves. âThis is where Iâm in charge, sweets, and I donât think that was a very polite way of talking to the man who is touching you.â You huff, not used to taking orders from anyone, but you want him to keep touching you so you relent.
âWill you please, rub my clit, loverboy.â
Bucky clicks his tongue at you. âNow, sweets, that didnât sound very genuine but Iâll let it slide this time because I want to see this pretty pussy soak your sheets.âÂ
He starts to rub your clit from side to side, making you jerk your hips away. âDonât fucking DJ my cunt. Circles, Buck, circles. Youâre making me lose faith in you, babe.â Heat makes its way up his neck, his selfishness finally catching up to him. He doesnât say anything, but switches up his method to what you said and you giggle at his confidence wavering.
His little slip up doesnât slow him down, though, quickly finding the pace and pressure that seems to work best and draws those pretty sounds from your lips. Bucky knows that he isnât going to be able to get enough of this, of you laid out before him, consumed by the pleasure he is giving you.Â
âYou want my fingers inside ya? Cause I wanna feel my pretty girl cum around my fingers.â You can feel the coil in the pit of your stomach, and you canât remember if youâve ever gotten to the edge this fast. All you can do is nod, moans and gasps the only sounds leaving your lips.
When his first finger slips inside you, your back arches and somehow the moans leaving you get even sexier and Bucky slips another finger in. âThatâs it, pretty girl, suck my fingers in. Doing so good for me, knew youâd treat me so well. Donât ya think, sweets?â The way he talks to your pussy has you leaking more arousal out.
âPlease, Bucky, donât stop, keep going just like that. Mâgonna cum.â
A jolt of excitement shoots up Buckyâs spine. He wanted to see you cum so bad. Using every bit of self control in his body not to speed up, Bucky kept the same pace, curling his fingers to find that spongy patch. âWouldnât fucking dream of it, sweets, need to feel my pretty girl cum on my fingers. Promise Iâll feed her my cock after.â
Bucky groans with each clench of your cunt around his fingers, more desperate than you for your orgasm. âCâmon, sweets, give it to me. Can feel your clit pulsing. Be my good girl and give me what I want.â That was all you needed to fall off the edge, trusting that Bucky would catch you.Â
Buckyâs sure that the sight of you cumming is the greatest thing in the world. He couldnât dream of fucking you and not seeing you fall apart for him. He never stops moving his fingers, riding out your orgasm, only relenting when you push his hand away. It takes a few minutes, but you come back down, an open mouth smile on your face, eyes closed and Bucky falls even harder for you.
Blindly, you search for his pants, wanting to see his cock. âBring him out, Buck, wanna see my new friend.â If it wasnât for the orgasm he just gave you, Bucky would have been positive that you were drunk off your ass. Doubling over, Bucky cackles, not expecting to hear that come out of your mouth. âDonât you laugh at me, loverboy, know your cock is huge. Let me meet him. Wanna put him in my mouth.â You give him a lopsided smirk.
âDonât worry, sweets, you can meet him.â Bucky struggles to hold back his laugh. In all fairness, he did refer to your pussy as her, but the thought of you calling his dick him is hilarious. Nonetheless, Bucky strips the rest of his clothes off and you practically drool at the sight of his dick.
A little over average length, but thick as hell. You donât think youâve ever seen a cock that thick and you know he is going to destroy your cunt. Under his cock, his balls were heavy and full, the amount of cum in there building up just for you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him into you and Bucky has to catch himself with his arms so he doesnât crush you with his weight.Â
You both gasp when his bare cock rubs against your soaking cunt. Bucky has to close his eyes and think about all the assignments he still has to complete to stop himself from cumming on the spot. âWant it inside me, please, Buck, give it to me.â Bucky is near the verge of crying when you grind your cunt on him.
All you want is for him to fuck you until you canât see straight and so does Bucky, but it takes everything in him to put away, knowing that the next words to come out of his mouth arenât going to be sexy. âHold on, sweets. I have to get a condom first.â
You donât like that one bit, wanting to feel him inside you with no barrier. âDonât need one, âm on the pill.â That has Bucky about to cum all over the sheets and your pussy. He knows that he needs to be responsible, not only for him, but for you too.
âSweets, I, well, I havenât been tested since my last partner. Iâve never done it without a condom, but I donât want to risk it until I get tested.â He hangs his head in shame, yet again his promiscuity is coming back to bite him in the ass. What he wouldnât give to feel your sopping cunt choke his dick, hell only knows, but his statement seems to sober you up.
âOh, yeah, thatâs probably for the best.â You canât meet his eyes, the conversation awkward enough even if you werenât about to fuck. Bucky takes in a deep breath and huffs out, clearly not knowing what to do next so you decide to lighten the mood. âWell, loverboy, you better wrap that bad boy up so you can prove that you can actually fuck me like you said you would. Top drawer. I got the good ones.â
You got Bucky to crack a smile before he gave a small smack to your thigh and walked over to your nightstand to get a condom. You wolf whistled when you saw his toned ass. âDamn, baby, youâve been holding out on me?â
Bucky wheels around and says some clever retort, but you donât hear it, not when his cock swings around with him, bobbing at the sudden change of direction. Not only that, but with each step he takes, his dick bounces up and down. âSweetheart, itâs all yours. Stare all you want but close your mouth before I put somethinâ in there.â
Bucky rolls the condom down his length, giving it a few pumps while he admires you laid out on the bed, naked and ready for him to fuck you. Before he climbs back into bed, you stop him. âWait, loverboy, do a little spin for me, let me see him move.â
Throwing his head back, Bucky lets out a belly laugh, and he just so happens to make his cock and balls bounce. âCâmon, sâall I want.â When he calms down, Bucky relents and circles his hips a few times, his cock, although stiff, moves with his hips and you have to close your legs to try to relieve the ache in your core. âFuck, need you now, Bucky.â
âYeah, sweets, you need my cock? Does my pretty girl need to be stuffed with my cock?â No smart retort comes to your mind, only the need to have him fill you up. Itâs been way too long since youâve had sex and you know Buckyâs cock is going to ruin you for anyone else.
âPlease, Buck.â Fuck, the way youâre looking at him, with wide, pleading eyes, and a pout on your lips has Buckyâs dick pulsing. He climbs on the bed, in between your legs. âHow do you want me?â Youâve overheard Bucky relive his one night stands more than once in class, before he fell for you. He was always adamant that the only positions worth doing were the ones where he could see the girlâs ass, and how boring positions where he could see her face were.Â
Bucky stares at you for a second, cupping your face and leaning down to give you a tender kiss. âWant you just like this, sweets, wanna see you.â You swallow hard, willing yourself not to cry at how intimate heâs being. Despite your best efforts, tears well up in your eyes, making Bucky panic.
âSweetheart, whatâs wrong?â His eyes hold so much love, something Bucky never thought he would feel for a partner. You wrap your legs and arms around him, clinging like a koala.
âNot a damn thing, Buck, just love you. Love you so fucking much it hurts.â Bucky feels his heart swell. If this is what it felt like to love and be loved, Bucky would spend the rest of his life trying to keep you, show you how perfect you are, love you as hard as he can and then some.
âSweetheart, I canât even put into words how much I fucking love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, made me change from the asshole I was.â Bucky had his own tears welling up in his waterline.
âBuck, make love to me, show me how much you love me.â Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his dick, drawing a gasp from his lips, and line him up with your pussy. He presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he pushes in, cock stretching your cunt with every inch.
Crashing his lips into yours, Bucky tries to hide his moan, whiny and long, never feeling such intense pleasure. Neither of you can kiss, just gasping into the otherâs mouth. When his hips are flush with yours, balls resting against your ass, Bucky has to stop. If he moves heâll cum; he knows it. Heâs never felt like he would cum on the first stroke, but the way your cunt hugs him has him doubting that heâll last more than a few minutes.
You canât handle it, the stretch of his cock almost too much, but you needed him to move. âPlease, baby, move, need it.â The moan that leaves him is sinful and you involuntarily clench around him.
âSweets, canât. Need a minute.â His arms go to your waist, and he pulls you up, groaning when his cock shifts deeper inside you, and sits with his back against the headboard, keeping you wrapped in his arms, bodies pressed so close together you could feel every muscle. Bucky closes his eyes, resting his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relishing in the intimacy of the moment, with your breasts squished against his chest, feeling every breath you take, loving your soft hands scratching his scalp.
âDo this with all the girls, loverboy?â The breathiness in your voice has his cock pulsing against your walls.
âNever, sweetheart, never. You feel so fucking good.â Bucky sounded like he was about to cry with how hard he was trying not to cum.
You wanted him to fuck you, pussy leaking down his thighs. You decided that if you annoy him enough he might just fuck you dumb. âGuess I was right then, loverboy canât last in bed. Gonna tell everyone how I broke your cock, how fast you came for me.â
That seemed to strike a nerve and Bucky rolled over, pining you to the bed with his body. You gasped at the quick motion and the jostle of his cock. âSweets, now is not the time to tease me. Use your mouth for something better.â He could already hear your, like what, so he cut you off before you could get anything out. âLike moaning my name while I fuck you.â
He doesnât pull his cock out far, wanting to stay as close to you as possible. Pushing back in, he groans, having to will himself not to cum. You feel so good, pussy wrapped around him perfectly. âSweets, love you so much, never wanna leave this pussy.â You whine, a jolt of pleasure going through your clit at his words.Â
âLove you too, Buck. Want to stay like this forever, want you.â Itâs Buckyâs turn to whine, rutting into you, the coarse curls at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, the sensation of your breasts pressed against him new.Â
He canât help it, you just look too pretty underneath him, grabbing both of your hands in his, lacing them together and putting them above your head and pressing his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes. His lips meet yours, both of your whines and moans mix together.Â
The constant roll of his hips is pushing you to the edge faster than ever before. You take one of your hands, still laced with his, and place it over his heart, feeling the erratic beat. The coil in your stomach is curling tighter and tighter. âCâmon, sweets, can feel you clenching âround me. Give it to me, cum on my cock.âÂ
Bucky is doing his best to hold on, wanting this moment to last, to relish in the bubble the two of you have created. His moans get louder, his own orgasm creeping up on him. Wiggling your other hand out of his grasp, you run your fingers over the back of his head, crashing your lips on his before you fall off the edge, eyes rolling back and body quivering, his body the only thing grounding you.
He had to pull out, your pussy almost milking his cum out, but he didnât want to cum just yet. He wants to make you cum again, this time while he looks at your face, seeing it scrunch up in pleasure. You didnât seem too happy at him for pulling out, needing him to be as close as possible. âKeep fucking me, Bucky. I need you to cum for me.â
Bucky groans before guiding his cock back home, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels your pussy somehow got even tighter. Not wasting any time, he starts thrusting again, this time much faster, still rolling his hips, hitting your sweet spot every time.
Pulling his body away from yours, Bucky sits up, resting your thighs over his, keeping his dick inside of you, not missing a single thrust. With the new position, he can see your breasts bounce, but more importantly, how beautiful your face looks screwed in ecstasy. âSo fucking beautiful for me, sweets. Love the way your pretty tits jiggle, look gorgeous when your getting fucked dumb on my cock, gonna keep you like this all the time.âÂ
In this position, your clit is being neglected so you reach one hand down, desperate to cum again. Bucky quickly swats your hand away, replacing it with his own. âAh, ah, Iâm gonna make my girl cum. Just want you to lay there and look pretty for me. Can you do that for me?â You just moan in response, thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit, bringing you to the edge again. âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âYes! Iâll do anything you want.â You feel Buckyâs cock pulsing inside of you, thrusts becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm. âCum for me, Bucky, fill me up with your cum.â You both know that he is wearing a condom, but the thought of his cum rushing into your pussy, stuffing you to the brim, is enough to have Bucky emptying his balls into the rubber, groaning deep, almost whining your name.
He canât stop thrusting into you, still rubbing your clit, desperate for you to cum around him. âSweets, so much fucking cum for you, know you can take it. Fuck, cum for me, milk my cock, get every drop out.â Bucky was right, you looked absolutely divine when you came. At that moment youâve never looked prettier.
Bucky never felt an orgasm that intense, leaving him weak in the knees. Collapsing onto your chest, not able to hold his own weight up. You huff, air being pushed out of your lungs, but you donât mind, his weight soothing, helping to bring you back down from the high of your orgasms. You both lay there, hands stroking each other until you fully come back to reality.
âGonna pull out, sweets, okay?â Bucky has never had his cock in a girl this long after heâs came, and it was getting too sensitive. Words donât come to mind and you just nod your head dumbly, both of you hissing at the sensation.
Without a word, Bucky gets up and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. All of a sudden tears well up in your eyes, body cold and craving his touch. Heâs been so sweet to you for the past months, proving that he didnât just want sex with you, but now heâs walking away as soon as youâre done.Â
The buzzing of your body goes away, dread filling you. Rolling over, you burrito yourself under the covers, facing away from the bathroom, not able to stop the tears from streaming down your face. It only takes a few minutes, but to you it feels like a lifetime, until Bucky comes back, sliding under the covers himself.Â
âSo, sweets, what do yaâ want to do? I could go for a bite to eat myself. Donât know when the last time you ate was though.â Bucky, on the other hand, was basking in the afterglow of the best sex of his life, already thinking about all the things he could do with you, all the ways he could get you to cum for him.
When you donât respond right away, Bucky thinks you fell asleep. Leaving a kiss to the back of your head, he gets up and puts his sweats on, not bothering with anything else and heads to your kitchen. He doesnât feel like making a full meal so he decides to just make a quick sandwich and head back to bed after eating.
You burst into full blown sobs when Bucky leaves, assuming that he left your dorm all together, having no idea that he was just outside. How could you have been so stupid to think that he really wanted you? Bucky goes to take a bite out of his snack when he hears your sobs, immediately thinking the worst - he hurt you, did something you didnât like.
Rushing back into the room, Bucky climbs back into bed, rolling you over without warning. âWhat are you still doing here? Thought you left?â How could you ever think that he would leave you?
âNo, sweets, just went to make a sandwich. Whatâs going on? Why are you crying?â Bucky has never been so fucking scared in all his life, terrified that he hurt you.
âThought you left after you got what you wanted. You just left me in the bed after we were done.â Buckyâs eyes widened, not expecting you to say that. He doesnât know what he did wrong. Heâs never stuck around after sex, confused at whatâs going on with you.
âSweets, Iâm so sorry that I made you think that, but I donât know whatâs going on. Need you to talk to me. I donât want you to think I donât care.â Your bottom lip wobbled, of course he didnât know about aftercare. It wasnât his fault that he never had a relationship like this. It meant so much to you that he was asking how to fix his mistake.
âI get really sensitive after sex. Itâs annoying actually, but I need to be held and told that you still love me.â You avoid his gaze, more tears making their way down your face, Bucky wiping them away. How could his perfect girl think that her needs were annoying or an inconvenience to him.
âOh, sweetheart, come here.â Bucky pulls you into his lap, almost petting your hair. âYou did so good for me, you know that? I love you so fucking much and nothing is going to change that, okay?â He pulls your head back to look into your eyes.
âItâs just that my last boyfriend said that he couldnât look at me after sex, said he couldnât see me the same way.â What in the fuck.Â
âSweetheart, I need you to understand that I know that Iâm the fucking luckiest man alive to be able to be with you any way you let me. When I look at you Iâm so proud to call you mine.â
You bury your head in his shoulder, letting him hold you and whisper sweet words in your ear. For his first time doing aftercare, Bucky is doing great and soon you come all the way down. Pulling away from him you giggle. âLove you too, Buck. Thank you for that. I know some men donât care about that. After they get what they want they leave.â Bucky hangs his head in shame, thinking about all the girls he made feel like they were worthless. âI know that you did the same thing, but the fact that you were so willing to change means a lot to me.â
Bucky knows that thereâs a lot he has to learn about being in a relationship, but he wants to learn it all to be the man you deserve. He is going to treat you like the goddess you are for the rest of his life, he knows it, already planning on picking out a ring, because heâs gonna love you for a long, long time.
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Summary: in desperate need to pass your upcoming math test you go to your best friend for help, your best friend who you just so happen to be in love with. Sometimes feelings just spill out and theres nothing you can do but embrace it and try to navigate through it.
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you could not afford to fail this upcoming math test with youâre grade already as rocky as it is and if you didnât nail it your grades were gonna tank.
So you decide to do the only rational thing you can think of and go stop by your best friends house who just so happens to be basically a genius to get him to tutor you. You donât text him, having a key to his place and checking his location you can see heâs home he definitely wonât mind you just dropping by.
Heâs been your best friend since you two were kids, having lived across the street from you the two of you would always stand by the bus stop together and chat and when you got older he started driving you to school. you guys would spend all the time together though you guys didnât end up in the same college you guys happened to both get into colleges in the same city and lived right near each other.
He was perfect essentially, you try to ignore that gnawing feeling in your stomach every time you speak to him or even think about him. Youâve liked him for as long as you can remember but you never tried to do anything out of fear of ruining the relationship you two have built. You also canât get a read on if he feels the same, everything you two have ever done has been platonic, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, having sleepovers, but you can shake the feeling of wanting to be more, maybe he was thinking the same way but you had no clue.
The apartment is quiet when you enter, when you call his name and thereâs no response you think for a second maybe he went out and left his phone? but thatâs not like him at all. until you walk towards his bathroom and you can hear the shower running and let out a sigh of relief as you begin to set up your stuff in the living room and order some take out for the two of you on your phone.
busying yourself on your phone you donât even hear the shower turn off or the door open until you hear the soft thumps on the floor of his footsteps and when you look up the two of you gasp at one another. With water dripping down his chest and a firm hand places on the towel around his waist, his glasses all fogged up and his face hot red you feel like you might pass out.
âIâm so sorry oh my god i had no clue you were coming i haven't checked my phone um oh god.â You can barely pay attention to his rambling as you canât take your eyes off him. Since when was he toned? oh and the towel is low enough you can see his v line. NO! You shake your head as you find yourself heating up, âno no its my fault Jace i never texted you i just thought i would show up um.. Iâm so sorry i should have texted.â
He scratches the back of his head as he begins to move his way to his room, âno its okay you can show up any time i just, um i uh let me go get dressed.â With that he quickly rushes away without another word his ears and face blaringly red. when the door shuts and youâre alone once again you lean against the couch and take a couple deep breaths. you cannot be thinking about him like this right now. Your thighs press together unconsciously as the memory of him was still so fresh in your mind.
You quickly stand and rush to his bathroom to splash some cold water on your face to snap yourself out of it. heâs your best friend who you just so happen to be in love with and today will fill your fantasies for the next decade. You manage to get yourself back on the couch and run a hand down your face as you try to calm your racing heart and mind. Its fine its cool its just a normal thing people shower and they just so happen to get naked in the shower its not weird to see your best friend shirtless no its not.
he walks back into the room and sits down on the couch next to you, now dressed in a white t-shirt and some sweatpants, his glasses free of fog but his hair drips onto his shoulders and shirt making some parts of it see through. when you look closely you can even still see his ears are a bright red. âis everything good? its not like you to just show up out of the blue.â you are thankful heâs acting like that did not just happen, or maybe youâre just overthinking it and its not a big deal.
âi need to trade brains with you this Friday at 11 am.â his beautiful laugh fills your ears as he raises his brows at you, âyouâre finally admitting I'm smarter than you?â You playfully huff and push his shoulder lightly as he smiles at you. âyouâre way better at math then me, i need help Jace please.â you press your hands together in a plea and he taps his chin as if heâs in thought. âI donât know, what do i get in return?â You pout at him and scoot a bit closer, âyou get to hang out with your gorgeous smart and talented best friend?â He blows raspberry's and looks up at the ceiling turning himself away from you. âand i bought take out.â âdeal.â
He is a great help, though heâs a history major heâs still places in a math level higher than you and heâs able to guide you though everything youâre struggling with ease. Its usually so easy to ignore how you feel about him but tonight is different. You don't know if its hormones or if there's something in the air but you canât stop staring at him thinking about him. The way he bites on the top of his pen when heâs in thought, when his forehead creases while heâs checking over your work or listening to you, the way he moves his hands while he talks and explains the problems and the solutions you canât even stop looking at him while heâs eating.
This was bad. very bad. but at least you managed to get the information heâs told you poured into your head and with his notes youâre sure to ace the test. After a couple hours of studying you two decided to put on a movie but you canât even cuddle up next to him like you normally would instead choosing to lay on the other side of the couching praying he doesnât ask about youâre odd behavior.
You canât help but continue to look at him throughout the movie barely even looking at the screen. he has such a nice side profile. At one point he glances at you and catches your eye so you quickly turn away from him but he sits up and pauses the movie, turning to you with concern laced in his eyes. âOkay spit it out what's wrong?â you. you shrug and try to play it off like nothing, you certainly canât tell him what's really bothering you. âIâm just worried about the test.â âthe you i know would have stopped worrying about the test as soon as you closed that textbook.â you let out a shaky sigh and he moves to sit next to you, staring at you with his puppy dog eyes desperately. âyou can always tell me anything you know that right?â
not this. you canât tell him this. as much as you want to. Yet your heart aches at the thought of not being able to kiss him at the thought of not spending yet another day another minute being his and him being yours. he grabs your hands and his voice is hushed laced with care, âplease.â
you cave.
âI'm in love with you.â
You watch him freeze and you take a deep breath as you look down at your connected hands. âi know this is really sudden but i cant hide this any longer. i think I've loved you since the second i met you and i cant keep continuing to pretend like I'm not. If you donât feel the same that's fine we can just move on and pretend like this never happened.â you let out a fake laugh and a couple shaky breaths as you get off your chest your best kept secret. When he doesnât say anything you look at his face to see his glossy covered eyes and red tinted face. âPlease say something.â
You can feel his hands tighten around yours as he lets out a shaky breath. âI'm so in love with you i feel like i'm gonna throw up.â you laugh as a wave of fresh air washes over you, he grins and lets out his own laugh as a lone tear runs down his face. âfuck this is not how i thought tonight would go.â You donât know how long the two of you were sitting there just laughing and smiling at each other but it was just so peaceful.
You end up cupping his face and he freezes his breath caught in his throat. âCan i kiss you?â âPlease.â The kiss is soft and slow but its everything youâve every dreamed of. His lips are as soft as they've always looked, heâs clearly inexperienced but you are too and you figure it out together. You feel like youâre not close enough to him, so you end up separating from him and he watches with wide eyes as you sit yourself in his lap. His hands quickly move to grasp your waist as he gulps, you can feel his hardness poking at you through your shorts and he lets out a shaky breath. âIâm sorry, i didnât mean to its just,â heâs quickly cut off with a moan as you pull him into another kiss.
You can feel yourself aching in your stomach, yet you canât bring yourself to do more until you pull away from his lips. a long string of salvia that connects you two snaps as you begin to speak. âI want to go further, if only you want to.â His chest moves quickly up and down as he tries to catch his breath, he blinks rapidly as he looks at you with swollen lips, one of his hands moves to readjust his glasses. âI do its just, i donât know what i'm doing.â the two of you softly laugh as you press your forehead against his and he lightly rubs his nose against yours. âI donât know what I'm doing either, weâll figure it out.â
His hands around your waist tighten as he places one last kiss on your lips before he stands, you squeal lightly as he keeps you firmly around his waist walking towards his room. âYou could put me down you know?â He places a kiss on your cheek and you wrap your arms around his neck, âI donât want to.â
Once in the bedroom he lightly places you down on the bed and he stays standing up unsure of what heâs supposed to do. âdo i like take off my clothes um.â You stand and the two of you look at one another. âWhy donât we both undress? or do you want to undress each other?â At your words his eyes light up and his ears couldnât get any redder, he clearly likes the idea a lot so you grab his hands and place them on your shirt. âYou can take it off.â He nods and lets out a shaky breath as he lifts your shirt over your head.
If you had known this was going to happen you would have chosen a cuter bra but you instead stand in your basic skin tone bra, heat rises on your face lightly with embarrassment but the look of amazement on his face has you feeling confident. You grab his hands once more and slide them to your waist where you help him tug down your pants and you stand in just your underwear in front of him. His mouth opens in amazement as his eyes dart all over you. âyouâre so beautiful.â âshut up.â âim serious. youâre the most beautiful women ive ever seen. im the luckiest guy in the world.â
You place your hands on his neck as you place a light kiss on his lips. âyouâre so sweet.â He shakes his head and his hands cup your face eyes full of love. âim only telling the truth.â Your hands move to the neck of his shirt and grip it. âYour turn.â His bright red face somehow only gets redder when you slide your hands down his chest to grab the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head. âwhen did you start working out?â He lets out a light moan as your hands drag down his stomach and rub around his chest. âwhen i moved here uhh the umm the complex has a gym.â You lightly um as your hands reach the waistband of his pants and you begin to toy with the elastic.
He expects you to take off his pants move back to sit on the bed but instead your hands goes inside the waistband to cup his budge from his briefs. The sound he lets out is not what you had been expecting, it sounds something closer to a whine as he questions you, âwhat are you doing?â You grin at him as his eyes dart all over your face. âCan i touch you?â He pants lightly as your hands already begins to move slight and he gulps. âshouldnât i touch you? or umm oh i donât know fuck please.â his head falls to your neck and he begins pecking light kisses on the skin there as your hand slips into his briefs and wraps around him.
He throbs in your hands, you lightly jerk him to see how he responds and you can hear a pleased moan as you continue to pump him in your hand using the precum that drips out of his tip as a lubricant you find a steady pace. He bites into the side of your neck and you let out a shaky moan as his grip tightens on your waist. you can feel wetness soak your skin whether it be his sweat or tears you have no clue but the only thing you can focus on his whines and moans in your ear. âyouâre so good fuck fuck.â he must be getting close because you can feel him shaking but he suddenly grabs your hands and pulls them away from him as he pants.
âdid i do something wrong? im sorry.â he quickly shakes his head, âno no of course not i just donât want to um cum right now.â you tilt your head in confusion, why would he not want to cum? until he turns his head and even his neck has turned red and a light bulb flicks over your head and you let out an sound of understanding and grab his sweatpants to pull them down until they hit the floor.
you both stand face to face in just your underwear, you watch him eye your chest and you reach your hands up to unclip your bra. you slowly unclip it and he watches as it drags down your arms and you toss it lightly on the floor. you sit down on the bed and you motion for him to join you. he does and he warily watches your face for approval which you grant before he cups your breasts with a shuttered breath. You can tell somethings bothering him though, theres a look in his eyes that says somethings wrong but before you can question it he speaks.
âcan i touch you?â its the same question you had throw at him but it gives you butterflies, you wonder if it had done the same to him. you spread your legs and he stares at the spot between your legs where youâre soaked. theres a huge spot on your practically ruined panties where youâve begun to leak, theres even some residual wetness on your inner thighs. âfuck.â he licks his lips and looks up at you and your flushed face. âdonât get cocky jace.â he laughs lightly as his fingers press against your slit from the fabric and you let out a moan. he watches for your reactions as he begins to rub you through the fabric, âJace, please.â
his fingers shake as they push the fabric aside and he touches your folds. âoh fuck youâre so fucking wet.â he just continues to rub at your skin, it feels nice but you both know you need more. âhow many should i,,â he trails off, unsure of how to word the question. âtwo, just to start, you can add another when i tell you.â he nods and slowly pushes two fingers into you.
his fingers feel a lot better than yours do they're thicker and they're longer reaching a bit more than you can and your hands dig into his shoulders. âgood?â you hiss lightly for a second as his hands wiggle lightly before nodding. âyes move please.â he quickly listens, pulling his fingers out before slowly pushing them back in methodically. He feeds off every sound you let out and moves quicker as your face contorts in pleasure. it feels good but its not enough and when you tell him he can add another he finger he looks at you unsure but when you reassure him its fine he does and the burn it adds satisfies the itch that you know can only be scratched once heâs inside of you.
when he pulls his fingers out before you can cum you whine but he just smiles at you âlift your hips for me.â you do and he slides your underwear down your legs exposing you fully to him. He takes a second to admire you before your eyes widen as he gets down on his knees, âi thought guys didnât like that.â you try to tell him but he just shrugs, âi bet i will.â
he kisses you inner thighs slowly working his way up to your slit where he pauses before he lightly licks at your folds before pushing his tongue inside of you. your hand finds it way to his hair as he warily licks every drop of you he can get. when you tug at his hair he groans, you try your best to avoid his glasses which sit pushed up into his hair. Your face contorts with pleasure as you throw your head back. heâs messy and clearly unsure of what heâs doing but it doesnât matter to you as he brings you closer to your release. you can feel your stomach burning as he suddenly pulls away and looks at you, he looks gorgeous with his hair a mess and his lips glossy.
âcould you show me um where uh,,,â your brows furrow in confusion until you laugh and sit up. âits fine here.â you grab his hand and use his finger to push around inside of you until his finger presses against your clit and your moan. you suddenly fall back once again with your hands playing with your breasts while one of his hand plays with your clit and his other on your knee to keep your legs parted while he tongue works his way inside of you. you can no longer ignore the burning in your stomach as it becomes harder and harder to push down. âJace I'm gonna oh fuck.â the grip you have on his hair tightens as you hiss when he continues to work you till you shake with pleasure and you essence drips into his mouth down his jaw and neck.
He shakily stands and licks his lips seemingly not caring that he was a mess. âdo i-â you pull him down on top of you and press your lips against him in a feverish kiss which he returns, âi want to be on top.â his eyes widen, âwill that be good for you?â you nod rapidly eager to feel him inside of you and your eyes practically turn into hearts when he stands and pulls down his briefs, his hardness slapping his stomach you barely get the chance to admire him before he rummages around in his bedside table pulling out a clearly new box of condoms.
he struggles to open them slight with his shaky hands but manages to open it and grab one. when he looks back at you and your amused expression he looks down at the box with embarrassment. âAegon got it for me. he was trying to tease me.â you grab him to sit on the bed and get him to lay back against the headboard while you grabbed the packet out of his hands. âthen ill have to thank him later.â
you open the condom with your teeth before slowly sliding it down his length causing him to hiss and close his eyes to calm himself. the two of you look at each other as you sit up, âare you good?â he nods and lightly thanks you, âare you?â you also nod and you grab him to position him into your opening while he pulls his glasses back down to his face. with one last look you begin to sink down onto him.
you put your forehead against his and the two of you shudder with pleasure the lower and lower you get. once you get as low as you can go you pause and the two of you take a few moments to readjust. his glasses fog up as he catches your lips in his, when your hips move slightly up then back down he bites at your lip before throwing his head back and whines slightly while your mouth lulls open in pleasure.
You two find a simply rhythm with you moving up and down. sweat covering your bodies as the two of you sing in pleasure, his glasses are basically completely covered now with fog and you take them off his face before shoving your lips messily against his as his hands grip your hips to help you move up and down on him. the sounds of your skin slapping against each other and moans and whines fill the hot room. he throbs inside of you as he hits spots you've never been able to reach, your head falls into the cave of his neck neck as you feel yourself close. âJace fuck youâre so good fuck.â he whines and bites your shoulder again âplease cum please Jace fuck wanna feel it.â he cries into your neck as he nods, âi love you i love you so much.â âi love you too Jace.â when he feels you release around him it pushes him over the edge where he's shooting his load into his condom.
the two of you fall completely on top of each other in a sweaty sticky mess. you catch your breaths unable to think straight. no words are spoken for awhile until you sit up lightly and push the hair away from his sweaty face. âwe should have done that sooner.â the two of you laugh as you peck his lips. âi really love you a lot Jace.â he beams and grabs his glasses to fiddle them back onto his face. âi love you too.â you hum and kiss his cheek. âas nice as you being inside me is i really have to pee.â the two of you hiss as you pull away and he sits up to watch you stumble your way towards the bathroom. he tosses the condom away and he stands to get a cup of water not bothering to put on any of his clothes.
he hands you a glass when you walk out of the bathroom and you chug it down before looking at yourself with disgust. âi need a shower.â âyou can use it i don't mind.â you roll your eyes and slap his shoulder much to his confusion. âthat's when youâre supposed to say then lets take one together dummy.â his face flushes for the millionth time that night as you walk away and sigh as you turn to see him not following you. âcome on youâre not gonna leave me alone are you?â he downs his glass and quickly hurries to follow you as you giggle.
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pt 2
pairing: spencer reid x gideon!reader
a/n: pardon the end where i just go into endless conversation for no reason but i cannot control myself. anyways thank you sosososo much for all the love on the last part and gideon!reader as a whole it makes me so happy!! enjoy some dad-daughter-spence car convos(arguing) and some elle time
wc: 3.8k
warning(s): the usual! r and gideon argue, gideon is not a good dad(but theres some reconciliation), angst, hurt/comfort, but some fluff between r and gideon & spence. more of a set-up chapter
The drive over to the safe house is a long one, and unfortunately, not a quiet one.Â
Spencer takes the back seat, leaving shotgun for you with your dad. He spends the entirety of the drive briefing you on what living in a safe house will entail, all the things you can and canât do.Â
You canât use your phone because it could be tracked. You canât leave the place without Spencer because you are, in fact, being stalked. Youâre not to reveal anything about your location to anyoneâyouâre basically shut off from the world until the unsub is behind bars.Â
And once heâs done briefing you, he basically starts interrogating you.Â
âHave you been contacted like this before in any way?âÂ
You huff a laugh. âWhat, with creepy pictures of myself? No.âÂ
âAnything unsettling,â he clarifies. âA text message, a call, an emailâ anything that rubbed you the wrong way that you mightâve just passed off as a joke or spam.âÂ
âNo,â you repeat.Â
âYouâre sure?âÂ
âHow many times do I have to say no?â You pull your phone out of your pocket and stare at your dad. âGo through it if you want. You wonât find anything.âÂ
He pauses, then he nods. âReid.âÂ
You shake your head with a slight laugh, then turn it over as Spencer extends a hand. He flips it open and starts to go through it, and you just cross your arms and stare out the windshield.Â
âWe should really hand this over to Garcia,â he says. âSheâll be able to do a lot more than I can. I donât reallyââ
âLike technology, I know,â your dad finished. âWe will. Just trying to get all the leads we can upfront.âÂ
You sigh, but you keep quiet. You guess you canât really consider it an invasion of privacy when thereâs a stalker after you.Â
âWe typically talk to stalking victims for a while to figure out their lifestyle and possible suspects, as well as the type of stalker weâre dealing with,â Spencer says. âWe donât exactly have the time for that here.âÂ
âThis unsub has already been watching you for a month, maybe more,â your dad says. âHeâs made his first move by reaching out to meâthat means he wants us to know about him, wants you to know about him.â He glances over at you. âHe wants to scare you. Youâre not going to give him that satisfaction.âÂ
âYouâre jetting me off to a safehouse before youâve even gotten the chance to look into any leads,â you say. âIt looks like weâre pretty scared, Dad.âÂ
âItâs preparation,â he says. âThe unsub has made his first moveâIâm not going to wait around for him to make another and compromise your safety.âÂ
âThis could also be a lot more dangerous than we think,â Spencer says. You still hear him clicking through your messages, and youâre beginning to regret your decision to turn it over to him. âOur unsub could be someone after Gideon using you as collateral.âÂ
Your heart stops for a split second and your attention snaps to your father. âWhat?â
ââŚIt is a likely option,â he says. âVery few people know you as my daughter. Someone who wants to hurt me could try to use you to do it.â
âSo I was right,â you say. âThis is only happening because Iâm your daughter.â
âDo you want me to say yes?â
âYes!â you exclaim. âYesâ I want you to admit that Iâve missed out on all the positives of you being my dad and gotten stuck with all the negatives!â
âThis is not the time,â he says.Â
âHow is it not the time?â you ask with a laugh. âYouâve said it yourself several timesâ my life is in danger. Thereâs someone out there that might kill me to get back at you. What is a better time than this to talk about how shitty of a dad youâve been?â
âA better time would be when we arenât this high strung,â he says evenly. âNeither of us are thinking as properly as we should be. We donât want to say anything weâll regret.â
âOh, I donât think Iâll regret any of this,â you say. âAfter all, I could be dead soon, right? I should get all those regrets out of the way.â
âPlease stop arguing,â Spencer interrupts hastily. âThisâ this is very uncomfortable.â
You scoff. The flames burn just as bright, but for some reason, you decide to hold them back a bit.Â
âIâm sure itâs real hard for you, boy genius.â
The silence lingers. You can tell he wants to say more, but he doesnât. Your dad, to his credit, doesnât stoke the fire.
It looks like youâre all capable of restraint today.Â
âIâ I went through all her messages,â Spencer continues. It irks you that he talks like youâre not here. âThereâs nothing suspicious there, at least.â
âGood,â your dad says. âIâll hand it over to Garcia after I drop you both off.â
âWeâre not gonna have a car?â you ask.
âYouâll have this one,â he says. âThatâs why Agent Greenaway is following us.â
âElleâs coming?â Spencer asks, and you see him perk up. You belatedly wonder what that deal is.Â
âJust so she can drive me back to the office,â your dad says. âShe offered.â
âWhatâs everyone else doing?âÂ
âGarcia is digging through some of your personal records for the team,â he says, glancing at you. âJJ is in contact with the local police stations so theyâre ready once we have a profile. Morgan and Hotch should be looking through every case Iâve closed to get a running list of suspects.â
âGreat,â you say as you lean back in your seat. âNothing like getting my whole life aired out and put under a microscope.â
âIt already is,â Spencer says. âYouâve got a stalker.â
âThanks, Spencer,â you mutter. âI forgot.âÂ
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The rest of the drive goes by with easeâat least, relative to how difficult youâve made everything else.Â
Youâre already sick of Spencer Reid by the time you get out of the car. You donât know how youâre going to survive such close quarters under these kinds of circumstances.Â
Another car parks next to you as the three of you get out, and your eyes are drawn to the woman that steps out.Â
âEasy drive?â your dad asks.Â
âI was right behind you,â Agent Greenaway says. âYou drive like an old man.âÂ
Your dad just barely smiles. âStay with her, Elle. Reid and I are going to check the perimeter.âÂ
âYou canât be serious,â you cut in.Â
âI already told you Iâm not taking chances with this,â he says, and he takes his gun out. âThis wonât take long.âÂ
Spencer takes his out as wellâhe carries it with both hands, like itâs actually weighing him down, and itâs a bit ridiculousâand they split to cover both sides of the house and the surrounding area. You sigh and shake your head as you cross your arms.Â
âHeâs certainly spirited,â Agent Greenaway says.Â
You huff a laugh. âThatâs one way to put it.âÂ
âIâm Elle, by the way,â she says. âI know we havenât been formally introduced.âÂ
You nod your acknowledgment and say your name. âNice to meet you.âÂ
She turns to fully face you. âDo you mind if I say a few things?âÂ
âIf itâs about my dadââ
âItâs not,â she interrupts with a wry smile, âI promise.âÂ
You shrug. âThen sure.âÂ
âFirst, I just want to ask if youâre doing alright,â she says. âYouâve gotten a lot dropped on you all at once.â
âIâm as good as I can be,â you say.Â
Elle nods, and her eyes soften. âIâm not gonna tell you to take it easy on Gideon. Heâs an incredible agent, but that makes it hard to be a good dad.â
You donât say anything, and she continues.Â
âMy dad was on the force too. I resented him for a lot of my childhood because he was gone so often, but⌠then he was killed in the line of duty.â
You frown. âIâm so sorry for your loss.â
Elle nods in thanks. âIâm not trying to get sympathy. Iâm just saying I know what itâs like.â
You shift your balance and sigh, glancing away momentarily. âEveryone here sees him as a hero, andâ and he is. He started this whole thing and you all save lives every day, but it feels like heâs missed my entire life because of it.â You huff a bitter laugh. âI think you all know him better than I do.â
âI think youâre probably right,â she admits. âYou deserve to be angry. And honestly, I think you deserve to hate him some for it.âÂ
You huff a slight laugh. âYouâre the one person who hasnât tried to make me feel bad for it.â
She shrugs. âYouâre in an awful situation and it might be because of him. You donât have to have endless grace.â
âAny chance I can get you to stay in here with me instead of Spencer?â you ask.
She smiles. âI donât think Gideon wants to stick the two of us in a house together. But I am gonna make sure we catch this guy.â
âThese kinds of assholes go after vulnerable women because it gives them the attention they crave,â she continues. âThey worm themselves into their lives and disrupt it all and it makes them feel powerfulâyou have to play to their whims.â
âSounds like you have a lot of experience with this,â you murmur.
âI have a lot of experience putting away sick men,â Elle says.Â
âDo you have any advice, then?â you ask weakly.Â
âIâve only been around you for a few hours, but I already know youâre better and stronger than whatever bastard is after you,â she says. âHe wants to control your life. Donât let him.âÂ
âThank you,â you say quietly. âIâm⌠really glad youâre on my side.â
She smiles again. âJust doing my job.â
Your eyes latch onto your dad as he and Spencer come back around the front, and they both tuck their guns back into their holsters.Â
âItâs all clear,â your dad says.Â
âAnd Iâm not dead,â you say. âLooks like weâre all doing good.â
He chooses to ignore you, instead looking at Elle. âDid you go over anything with her?â he asks.
She shakes her head. âJust gave some advice.â
âGreat,â Spencer says. âJust what I need.â
âOh, get over yourself, Reid,â Elle says. âYouâll be fine.âÂ
You donât miss the look he gives her, and your dad clears his throat. âCan you take her inside and check everything? Reid and I need to talk.âÂ
He frowns. âWe do?âÂ
âSure,â she nods.Â
You stare at your dad this time, and he doesnât entertain your annoyance with some of his own. âWeâll be in soon.âÂ
âSure,â you repeat.Â
You follow Elle inâyou donât feel like getting a lecture on safety just yetâand when you pass a glance over your shoulder, you meet Spencerâs eyes. He was watching you.Â
His eyes dart away just as quickly, and you huff the slightest laugh. You donât know if heâs scared of you or just tired of you already, but whichever one, you donât really care. If you have to be stuck in this house with him, he has to be stuck in there with you too.
Elle shows you around the place, and itâs nothing specialâa one story house with two bedrooms and a noticeable lack of windows, furnished plainly with a couch and a few chairs, a small kitchen table, a television. Youâre honestly surprised at how nice it all is.Â
But as she takes you on the impromptu tour, you canât stop thinking about her words. You canât stop thinking about all of it, honestly.Â
A month ago, you were driving home in silence after your dad forgot about the plans you made. A week ago, you were out for drinks with friends.Â
Today, youâre hunkering down in a safe house because thereâs a stalker after you, and you have to do it with your dadâs stand-in kid.Â
Thatâs what gets you, you think. That you know more about Spencer Reid than anyone at his job knows about youâthat your dad ignores you in favor of his work, and instead of trying to fit you into his life, he finds an FBI replacement.
Your jaw clenches. It takes a few seconds for you to realize youâve completely tuned out Elle, only really coming out of it when she says your name.
âSorry,â you say. âI was distracted.âÂ
âI donât blame you,â she says wryly.Â
Youâre about to respond when Spencer walks in with your dad. His face is slightly flushed and, as opposed to all the other times, he wonât make eye contact with you. You can only imagine what your dad decided to talk to him about.Â
âYou showed her around?â your dad asks.Â
Elle nods. âThe basics. She and Reid can figure out the rest.âÂ
âThank you,â he says. He looks at Spencer, who has his hands stuffed in his pockets and is very intently focused on the wall behind you. âHelp Elle get the rest of the things out of her car.â
He frowns. âElle doesnât need my help.â
âCome on, Reid,â she says as she starts to walk.Â
He blinks and nods. âOh. Uhâ yeah.âÂ
You feel his eyes on you as he goes, but you donât meet them. You just stare at your father.
âIs it my turn for a lecture?â
His eyes soften as he says your name. âThis isnât how I want things to be between us.â
âYeah, well,â you shrug, âit takes a decade or two of neglect to get here.â
âYouâre right,â he says. âYou wouldnât be in this situation if it wasnât for me. But Iâm going to get you out of it.â
âI hope so,â you say. âBecause I donât really know how Doctor Reid is going to help.â
âDonât take it out on Reid,â your dad says. âHate me all you want, but leave him out of it.â
âYouâre the one that pulled him into it,â you retort. âHeâs more your kid than I am.â
âAnd I regret it,â he says. Your eyes widen a bit, and it actually gets you to shut up. âI regret that it took something like this for me to be a part of your life again. But I donât want our last interaction before youâre sequestered for the indefinite future to be a fight.â
âThatâs all Iâm good at when it comes to you,â you mumble. The wind has been taken out of your sails considerably.Â
âAnd I want to change that,â he says. âBut first, we have to get through this. And weâre going to get through it together, sweetheart.âÂ
The term of affection feels strange coming from him. Ever since your teenage years, heâs felt less like your dad and more like some estranged cousin. You hate it. You hate how unfamiliar everything feels with him. Jason Gideon has been a profiler longer than heâs been a dad and it shows in your every interaction with him.Â
But still, your heart aches. You bite the inside of your cheek.
âYou promise?â you ask. You feel like a kid again.Â
âI promise,â he says.Â
Then your dad pulls you into a hug, and for a moment, you freeze. You canât remember the last time he hugged you.Â
Despite the anger inside of you, the bitterness built in your bones, you canât help itâyou hug him back. You practically melt into his arms as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop the sudden threat of tears.Â
Because deep down beneath it all, youâre scared. Youâre fucking terrified, actually, and right now youâre just a girl who wants comfort from her dad.Â
âI love you,â he says.Â
ââŚI love you too,â you mumble.
Neither of you pull away for a good thirty seconds. When you do, you turn around to wipe your eyes, not wanting him to see. You hear the door open and start, but itâs just Spencer and Elle with some bags and boxes.Â
âElleâs got some groceries,â your dad says, clearing his throat. âWeâll deliver more if necessary, but youâve got the basics for a couple weeks, at least.âÂ
âAnd a whole lot of books and movies,â Spencer says, hefting the box in his hands. âDid you know that there have been approximately 122 million unique titles published since the invention of Gutenbergâs printing press in 1440?âÂ
âThatâs less specific than usual,â Elle says. âYou sure youâre feeling okay?âÂ
He frowns. âI couldnât find statistics on the exact number.âÂ
âWhy were you even looking at those statistics?âÂ
âI get bored sometimes.âÂ
Elle just laughs as they continue into the living room. You feel your dadâs eyes on you, and you sigh.Â
âIâll take it easy on him,â you say. âMostly. Maybe.âÂ
And he actually smiles. âThank you.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you say offhandedly, but you find the slightest smile creeping on your lips as well. You kind of hate it.Â
Everything else goes by relatively quickly now that youâre not arguing every single thingâyou have to fight your instincts not to, but you manageâand eventually, after another lingering hug and some promises to be safe (and one from Spencer to your dad to keep you safe)âyouâre alone in the house with him.Â
âSo,â you say as you settle on the couch, âthis is what the indefinite future is going to be like.âÂ
âIf it makes you feel better, last time we dealt with a stalker we caught them in a few days,â Spencer says. âShe watched her for a good while, though.âÂ
âIt doesnât make me feel better,â you say. âThanks.âÂ
â...Sorry.âÂ
You shrug your indifference and Spencer walks past you, focusing in on some of the paintings hanging on the wall. Youâre sure he knows the artist, title, and meaning behind every single one, so you speak up before he can start. Â
âWhat did you and Elle talk about?âÂ
âHow this place doesnât have a pool,â he says. Â
You frown. âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â he says quickly. âWhatâd you and Gideon talk about?â
âWe fought then made up,â you say. âIt was⌠weird.âÂ
Spencer looks at you. âHow?âÂ
You shrug again as you cross your arms. âYouâve seen how we are. We donât exactly get along.âÂ
âHas he really been that bad of a dad?â
âItâs none of your business,â you say. âBut⌠yes. Heâs barely been a dad at all.âÂ
Spencer shakes his head. âI donât get that. Heâs so different in the field.âÂ
âThatâs why heâs barely been a dadâbecause heâs so busy here.â You tilt your head. âDonât you have some facts or whatever on the percentage of fathers that are workaholics?âÂ
âWell, 89% of dads work full time,â Spencer says. âAnd fathers typically work around 47 hours a week. But I donât have anything on workaholics specifically.âÂ
âGreat.â You stand up and walk over to the box of DVDs Spencer set down on the table, and you start rifling through them. âSo, whatâd my dad tell you about me?âÂ
Spencer blinks. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âWhen I came in here with Elle and he kept you out there,â you say. âDid he give you the run-down? Warn you on how difficult I am to be around? Tell you that I hate you?âÂ
His Adamâs apple bobs. âUhâ no. He just⌠talked to me. Gave the rundown on everything.â
You hum. âYou can tell the truth.âÂ
âIâ I am,â he says. Heâs clearly not. âHe didnât say anything bad about you. Promise.âÂ
âWhatever you say.â You land on a DVD and glance over at him. âHow do you feel about Groundhog Day?âÂ
He shakes his head. âI donât like Bill Murray.âÂ
You frown. âThatâs ridiculous. How can you not like Ghostbusters?âÂ
âI love Ghostbusters.âÂ
âHow can you like Ghostbusters but not Bill Murray?âÂ
âBecause I like the concept more than I like him,â he says. âI love Halloween.âÂ
You shake your head and move on. âWho put these together?â
âI donât know. Maybe Gideon? Or maybe some random BAU office worker.âÂ
âItâs an interesting compilation.â You look up at him again. âHow about Dirty Dancing?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âNo reasoning?â
âI donât feel like dealing with a musical right now,â he says.Â
âSo you choose to deprive me of Patrick Swayze,â you tut. You grab one movie out of the back and hold it up. âIf I put on Goodfellas, will you interrupt every five seconds with facts?â
â...I can push it back to every thirty seconds,â he says.Â
âFive minutes,â you say.Â
âOne minute.âÂ
âTwo.âÂ
âOne forty-five?âÂ
âTwoâtake it or leave it.âÂ
âTechnically I have all the power here,â Spencer says. âI can talk nonstop about anything. Putting down a movie narrows that down.âÂ
â...One fifty.âÂ
He nods, and you huff a disbelieving laugh as you put the DVD in the player.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre ridiculous?âÂ
âA lot,â he says as he sits down on the couch. âI usually get insufferable or weird or annoying, though. So ridiculous isnât too bad.âÂ
âWell, youâre certainly something.âÂ
âThatâs also not too bad,â he says. âI could even take it as a compliment.â
You sigh and pick up the remote before you sit back down. You look up at the clock on the wall and bite back a curse.Â
âItâs only been ten minutes,â you mutter.Â
âTen minutes and thirty-four seconds, actually,â Spencer says. âDid you know that Scorsese actually cast real mobsters as extras? The cast members were told ahead of time so they could show the necessary respect to them while they were on set. Thereâs a whole mafia hierarchy, and only full-blooded Italiansââ
âI havenât even gotten to the start screen,â you interrupt in disbelief.Â
Spencer shrugs. âYou said every minute and fifty seconds. Not how long I could go on for.âÂ
You let out another sigh as he continues on. You bet Spencer could probably recite the whole movie from memory if you asked, but you honestly donât know if you could take that.Â
Thereâs one plus, at least. When youâve got a human encyclopedia next to you that can spout off whatever information he wants any time he wants, you think youâre gonna have a hard time thinking too much about your stalker.Â
You look over at Spencer when you finally make it to the opening scene, still talking but now about the different crime families in the United States. His eyebrows are surprisingly animated when he talks, going up and down depending on his inflection, and you find yourself thinking that itâs charming.Â
Itâs annoying how pretty he is, and itâs annoying how annoying he is.Â
You look away.Â
This is going to be a very long lockdown.
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how your future spouse will act around you
left to right(top)-> 1,2
left to right(bottom)-> 3,4
°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.
°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).
PILE 1-
i definitely see them being more them around you, like they are going to be so comfortable around you that how they act around you differs from when they are around other people. I see them literally having no restrictions around you, they will not be afraid to show their true personality and humour. i feel like this will be so important to them because they might have been judged with the way that they acted or were judged by just being themselves by previous relationships or friendships, for you, they are thankful and can actually live freely.
They will definitely also learn so many things from you, for example i see you telling them something and them not understanding so they will bring that up because they want to know what you know. or they cannot stand not knowing what you mean because they fully want to understand you. yeah, they will love to get to know you on a deeper soulmate kinda way. they will love experiencing new surprises from you by simply learning new things about you, that will excite them.
i see them being the type of person who ask 'have you eaten yet?' or 'have you taken your vitamins today?'. your health will matter so much to them, seeing you unwell will physically hurt them. if you answer no to any of the questions they will automatically act upon them. they do care about your well-being however they might not be so cutesy about it because for them it is a serious matter. so they might act very serious about situations like that. but that's only because they care so much about you.
i feel like their character will develop while being with you. i feel like they might pick up on some habits or characteristics that you have. for example, if your habit consists of biting your bottom lip when nervous, they will acknowledge that and start to do that too.
your fs will NOT be afraid to express their raw feelings towards you. they will constantly praise and compliment you so much that you might get tired from hearing it lollđ.
that is it for you PILE 1, hope you enjoyed that!!
PILE 2-
oh, they will be chaotic around you. they might tend to play fights, picking you up from the ground, teasing you etcc. however, i do think that playing around like that heals their inner child as such. they might also do questionable things that may shock you. like i see you two chilling and watching a movie and them randomly standing up and doing their skincare without mentioning anything.
they will constantly want to do everything with you, like their mindset is something like, if i have to see it you have to too, or if you go i want to go too. its mostly because they cant seem to imagine themselves being 5 minutes away from you đ. no but for real, i honestly just feel like they find your time together precious and don't want to miss opportunities with you. they will be the type to take you on daily trips everywhere, like i mentioned before, they will love to spend time with you, especially while discovering new cute places.
i feel like same with pile 1, they will worry a lot about your health and constantly have to check up on you. like if sometimes you forget to eat breakfast or if they see a bruise that you didn't even know was there, they will freak out about it and will act like something major happened.
i see them being very honest around you, they will answer to your questions honestly and truthfully and i feel like if there are lies withing a relationship it is not sincere. i do see them being clingy though, like if they had a bad day and came back home they instantly hug and cuddle you to make them feel better. or if you are cleaning up they just come up to you and start hugging you.
that's everything for you PILE 2, hope you liked your reading!
PILE 3-
will have a stable view and way of doing things around you. will be humble and professional. i feel like they will be a very down to earth person who is quite traditional in terms of relationships. they are very loyal to your needs however, they may have a little routine that they do every morning or any other time of the day, for example may take out the trash in the early morning so you wont have to and let you sleep in or something like that. i feel like silent acts of service are their thing. they might not like to be in the spotlight and keep a rather low profile wherever they are.
might be quite nosey lol, may want to know what you are doing at what time. or may want to know what you are looking at on your phone and so on.
may express their love to you often, like you make them levitate when they look at you. but may be shy about it. like they'll only do it when they cant keep it in anymore then blush after they say itđĽš. they are someone who would proudly admire you and talk sweetly about you to other people rather than directly to you.
may like to spoil you though, may take you out to dinner every week or book to go to a fancy restaurant once in a while. or whenever you show them something that you like, they remember and buy you the exact same thing without asking you about it. i feel like they would definitely tend to show their love for you by doing things for you rather than talking about it and so forth.
they might be afraid to disappoint you and are afraid to fail. but they are very good at easing tension, so whenever you feel stressed they know how to make you feel better.
yeah, i don't think they are good at communicating or may limit themselves due to the fear of letting you down. however, they might not take it lightly when you expose them on what they did wrong, they might not be into being tutored.
that is all for you PILE 3!!
PILE 4-
they tend to avoid direct confrontation. they definitely do not like conflict and will leave the situation if it gets heated. also, are very open to fix mistakes, they may ask about your opinion quite a lot and act upon your choices.
are very open to sharing their emotions and thoughts, they are not patient and may just say things that are on their mind. they may be an anxious human being and may seek help. they may like to talk about their mental health and ask your opinion of what to do about it to help. overall i think your opinion matters a lot to your fs!
they love sharing their ethic and moral beliefs to you. or they may be interested in getting to know about your beliefs. they also may be interested of your cultural background and may be eager to learn new languages and try different cultural foods. they may even like to listen to songs from other countries. they may also love to practise their traditions around you.
they may have difficulty concentrating and focusing so when they are told something they may be spaced out thinking about something else, you know?
they may also be the type of person who rejects offers easily, they may have social anxiety or anxiety in general so it may be difficult for them to leave the house. so that may start arguments between you two because you see the potential in them but they are just too afraid to persuade it and don't do anything about it.
that's it for you PILE 4!
I hope you all enjoyed this postâŁď¸ please don't be shy to interact and share some of your thoughts on this post!!! thank you for readingđ
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⤡ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! Â
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P.s. this is pre-relationship, when your feelings are still untold...some of the guys are still awkward and some are not :')
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Visiting Price in his office was a common occurance. Sometimes you brought a drink with you, other times you just brought your old tired self.
This was one of those times.
And without looking up, he patted his knee and you hesitated. But only for a moment because as soon as you saw his pen stop scratching on the paper, you stalked over to him.
You rest your head on his shoulder, trying not to think about the goddamn awful day you had. You knew John would want to talk about it when you were ready. It's one of the things you love about him. He wants to help you no matter what.
As if on Instinctive John wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you in closer. Your face was flushes against his neck and your hands cling to his other arm.
John is so warm, and makes you feel so safe. Everyday is a battle for you; because you just want to fall into his arms and kiss him until you can no longer breathe.
But you can't, because he's your superior and you don't want to jeapordise anything.
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Wide-eyed and trying not to move. Even his breathing becomes shallower. It's lucky he's wearing a mask otherwise there would've been a bright red Ghost for everyone to see.
Continues to death glare the others, placing a firm finger in front of his lips. Reminding them to SHUT UP.
No one is allowed to talk when you are asleep in the common area. On Ghost's literal orders.
But he never thought you would actually fall asleep on him.
It was a nice feeling. One that made him giddy inside. Like ... he had been chosen for something important.
And maybe he had. This could be a way for your body to tell Ghost that "I WANT YOU!" But unless you actually tell him, he isn't going to get it - or believe it.
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Warmth travels to his cheeks as he realises that you've practically clung yourself to him and fallen asleep.
He had taken you to the movies because you had some spare time on your hands and wanted to feel like normal people for once.
But halfway through, drowsiness had overcome you, and consciousness faded away.
It was easy to fall asleep next to Gaz, whose smell and gentle heartbeat felt like heaven.
You hadn't wondered if this was going to far, you trusted Gaz enough to tell you if it was. But he would never tell you that.
Because there was no 'too far.' He would do anything for you. He just didn't know how to get you to see that.
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Oh our sweet boy Soap, he would become so goddamn giddy. His cheeks turn red as he moves ever so slowly to look at you.
Watching movies together was a common occurance. Your place or his, it didn't matter. Even the movie didn't matter - though you both argued over it relentlessly. It was a way for you both to spend more time together. A reason to say why you were late for ___
Your head had dropped a little and his eyebrows flew upwards. He would never live it down if you fell straight into his crotch area.
So he moved his arm around your shoulders and let you turn fully around to hug him.
Your face pressed against his neck, breathing in his scent.
"Tha gaol agam ort," he whispers into your hair. You only barely heard it. It means (I love you).
He only ever says it when you cannot hear him. But litte did he know you were catching on to certain Gaelic words. Maybe not at that moment, but you had better hearing than he thought you did.
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Did not know what to do, and in the midst of his panic, he had accidentally wriggled his shoulder. Which meant you curled up on his lap.
"Oh maus..." Konig whispered, afraid that you would wake up and freak out. But if he truly believed that, then he hadn't been paying attention to your friendship at all.
After ten minutes of the movie playing but Konig couldn't stop staring down at your curled form in his lap, he slowly and gently moved the hair from your face. Stroking your cheeks, running his fingers over your nose and forehead.
It was right then that he fell in love with you. Truly fell in love with you.
A monster and his love. That's how Konig saw the two of you.
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Charming, suave, flirtacious and utterly awkward when it comes to you.
He makes as much spare time as he can to spend it with you. And curling up on the couch seemed to be the best idea for today.
His large hands wrap around your form and pull you closer.
"Đди ŃпаŃŃ, ПаНŃŃка" (go to sleep little one) he says quietly, watching you intently as you drift into a deep slumber.
Maybe there is a gun wedged between him and the armrest, but he knows his lifestyle, and how many people want to kill him.
But that is nothing compared to spending time with you.
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Coughs; yes he actually coughs and a few times at that. Why did he cough? He has no clue. Was he trying to wake you up? See if you accidentally forgot he was there?
In all honesty he was panicking - this wasn't the type of friendship that you had. It was all banter and poking fun at each other.
Someone actually asked if Keegan was being bullied a few weeks ago.
He snorted and just walked away. It was probably the best thing that recruit could've said.
It was after a long mission and you barely had time to undress from your military clothes, when Keegan barged in and held up two family sized bars of chocolate. "As a thank you for having my back out there, kid."
You couldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach. But saving face was what you two did. So you took both of the offerings and laid down in bed. "If you're having all the chocolate, I'm not leaving" "I'm not giving it back Keegan." "Looks like you have a bunk buddy then."
And the tall man climbed into bed beside you awkwardly trying to get comfortable. "Jackass," you mumbled. But a slight smile was on your lips. And within an hour you fell asleep.
When you woke up, Keegan was practically ontop of you, melted chocolate on his lips and slight snoring coming from his nose.
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"What the fuck," he mutters to himself as you rest your head on his shoulder on the plane.
You had both been placed on a mission for months and now that it was over, you were exhausted (to say the very least).
The whole time you were together, there had always been bickering. Especially when you were undercover as a married couple.
So you were used to the hostility of Graves (even though he barely had any anymore when it came to you).
Hence, you were way too tired to give a shit. Honestly, if he were to wriggle you off, you would clutch his arm to keep him still.
But he didn't do that. Instead he feigns annoyance and rests his head against the back of his chair. His eyes flickering over to you every few seconds to see if you were okay (if that were to be brought up, he would say that he was looking out the window).
As the time went by, and you woke up, you found that Graves had found your hand and was clutching it.
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Sinks into you as well. His culture isn't so rigid as others. And showing affection means multiple things, but the main thing is that it means he cares.
Where your head lolled on his shoulder, he moved back on the couch, yawned, and pulled you down with him. Your sleeping head was rested gently against Ale's chest.
He knew about your feelings for him, and you knew about his, so this situation was awkward. He knew he had to step up and say something, but it had turned into a game of sorts. As if the first person who spoke up would lose.
But having you on his chest, smelling your hair, feeling the weight of your body on his, he decided that he would happily be the loser.
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"little" rant
thinking about how much potential dylan (klebold) had genuinely pisses me off. i can't read his diary anymore without wanting to punch my monitor in.
dylan wasn't cruel - at the end of his life he was, he took innocent lives and created a tragedy that even today people cannot get over nor understand fully, but that wasn't who he was. this was the same boy who took over his friends (erics) shift at work when his dog was sick and wanted to spend time with him, this was the boy who cried when one of his cats got loose due to fearing that the cat would die, this was the boy who struggled with depression, and ultimately the depression took his life. while some people may argue that, to do what dylan did, you have to be cruel, i don't agree. not in the slightest. i think to do what dylan did, you have to be battling mental illnesses that go unchecked because being a man in the 90s meant to be strong. to not let your emotions best you, and when you got bullied you were to put your head down and continue on. people nowadays have normalized speaking out about your mental health, to get help, and this is great! but also, it makes looking back on tragedies such as this hard, because our first question would be: "well, why didn't they just get help?" while they could've, 90s culture was still very much shameful of mental health, especially in men. it's still a problem to this day. and, actually, eric had gotten help - he had seen a therapist and had gotten perscribed Luvox to help. but it didn't work. infact, this medication is now known to increase suicidal/homicidal thoughts and increase depression. back onto my point, dylan wasn't "the monster next door", he was a kid struggling with mental health. he was a kid who was horrendously shy. he was a kid who was lead astray by a toxic mix of his own dark thoughts, parents who weren't aware how bad mental health could really be, a toxic culture at his school, and access to guns and pipe bombs. i feel as though if dylan had gotten proper help, he could've gone on to do great things - he was incredibly smart, getting into a program for gifted students when he was young smart. sue (klebold) has even admitted that she should've been more aware of mental health (or "brain health" as she likes to call it) while raising dylan and byron. while sue isn't to blame for what went on, i think that her parenting style certainly played a part into why dylans mental health got to the point where it was. sue mostly focused on getting byron help during the time dylan Really needed it, and when the van break in happened, sue gave dylan the choice on whether or not he needed therapy - obviously, he said no. i think that she gave dylan too much freedom and trusted him way too much on things that mattered, like therapy for an example. but, there's no perfect way to parent, and i am in no way whatsoever trying to say that sue was responsible for what dylan did!! i will close off by saying, while dylan definitely had potential and Needed help, and it pisses me off that he didn't get help, i am no way condoning what he did nor saying that he was "justified" in any way. he was struggling, sure, but he shouldn't have taken it out on innocent people. i am also in NO WAY supporting the "dylan was a follower" theory, i think it's fucking bullshit and eric and dylan both "followed" each other - i think their friendship was more codependent, and they hyped each other up to the point of no return. they are both at fault for what happened that day, and should both be held accountable to the same levels. thank you for reading if you've gotten this far!!! sorry i yapped so much i was expecting this to be WAY shorter lolol
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Tears of Love
Includes: Zhongli, Furina, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Itto, Ei
Warnings: Furina's is post-Fontaine archon quest bc I doubt she would be in any relationship pre-archon quest. Both Neuvillette and Furina contain vague spoilers
How Genshin character would react to you hugging them while crying and then saying "I just love you so muuuucch..."
Also, uhhh hey guys, I know I haven't written anything in 5 million years haha, sorry... I have been died dw about it. To make up for it I'm going crazy go stupid with this one. Gonna try and make a part 2 and maybe part 3 but idk when or if itâll even happen
Zhongli
When he sees you crying, he is instantly concerned.
And then, when you run up and hug him, he's even more concerned as he hugs back, gently placing his hand on your head and rubbing your back comfortingly.
"My love? What is the matter, dear?
He gently moves his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek when you look at him with them big ol wet eyes.
"I just love you so muuuuccch!"
He looks taken aback for a moment, surprised by that response.
Then he chuckles warmly and looks at you with all the love and adoration in the world
"My beloved, you and your love mean the world to me. Your brilliant radiance is more than enough to light up even the darkest corners of my mind. I cannot dream of spending my days without you, but if such a day were to ever occur, I would carry your memory with me at all times with all the warmth and love in my soul."
This makes you cry even more
"Aaaaaa I love you so much...."
He gently presses his forehead to yours.
"I love you too, my dearest."
And then he kisses you softly.
Afterward, he sits down with you, holding you gently.
Furina
When you come up to her crying, she's instantly panicking.
Oh no did she do something wrong? Did she say something that upset you??? Has she been neglecting you??? Did she forget something important? Oh no oh no oh no-
And then you hug her and she's like. Okay. Did someone else do something to upset you? She's not sure what she can do now that she's no long on the archon throne, but she'll try whatever she has to! Or maybe something else happened, maybe something that has nothing to do with other people, maybe some horrible thing happened to you like what happened to her.
"S-S/O? Are you okay?? What happened, what's wrong?"
Then you look at her with those big ol wet eyes and she turns to mush inside.
"I just love you muuuuuccccchhh..."
For several moments she just stares at you, not knowing how to respond.
And then she also starts getting emotional
"Oh."
She hugs you back really tightly, burying her face against you.
"I... I love you tooooo...."
And now you're both crying and telling each other how much you love each other.
Neuvillette
The moment he sees you crying, the beginning of rain can be heard outside.
He absolutely hates seeing you upset in any way and he immediately wants to just hold you in his arms and take all your stress and pain.
He immediately walks over and sits next to you.
"S/O? Are you alright? What's happened?"
He is a little surprised when you hug him, but not entirely, and he hugs back, gently rubbing your back.
"It's alright, dear, take your time."
"I just- I just- I love you so muuuuuuuucccchhhh..."
Well he certainly was not expecting that.
It starts raining outside even heavier.
"Ah... Is that... Not a good thing...? I am uncertain as to why this would make you sad..."
You uh... You'll have to explain to him that crying doesn't necessarily only happen when you're sad, but just when you're overwhelmed by An Emotion. Any emotion. Even positive ones.
He won't really understand all that well but he's trying 𼺠He'll definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the week and might even do some research about it if he manages to find the time.
In the moment, though, he just holds you and tells you how much he loves you as well. He is a little confused when this makes you cry more, but he doesn't say anything.
Kaveh
Like Furina, he also panics instantly the moment he sees you crying.
He's much more frantic and open about it though.
"Oh no, darling, sweetheart, are you okay?! What's wrong?! Did I do something wrong, what happened?!"
Then you hug him and he's surprised.
"S/O...?"
"I just- I love you so muuuuccchh!"
Kaveh.exe has stopped working
"Wha- You- I-"
My poor boy instantly melts into a puddle, becoming a complete emotional wreck.
This man is so fragile he just shatters like glass and the dam breaks and out come the tears, and now he's crying harder than you.
He somewhat incoherently babbles about how much he loves you and hugs you so tightly, just completely falling apart.
... He may have also been drinking a bit before this.
Okay, not a bit. A lot.
And now, even though you were the one who was crying initially, you're gonna have to sit down with him and try to calm him down
This poor pathetic little man... he's such a mess... I love him...
Itto
Also one of the panickers. Except he's stupid about it.
He actually has absolutely no idea how to deal with someone who's sad. He doesn't get sad often himself and his gang aren't the type to get sad often either.
So the MOMENT you hug him crying, he is freaking the fuck out
"Oh, nononono, baby, don't cry, don't cry! Hey it's okay, it's alright, don't cry!"
When he can't get you to calm down right away, he's immediately thinking of other solutions.
"Hey, ya wanna go see Granny Oni? She always knows exactly what to do to cheer me up when I'm sad!"
You have to stop him from picking you up and running off with you to take you to Granny Oni.
"No- Itto. I'm not sad, it's just.... I love you so muuuuch..."
He blinks a couple times.
"What"
For once, the man is speechless.
But only for a couple moments.
"Wait, but if you're not sad, then why are you crying???"
You'll have to explain it like with Neuvillette, except Itto's dumb so it'll take a lot longer for him to pick it up.
You end up spending so long trying to explain it that you end up not crying anymore and just laughing at him
And that just makes him more confused
"You were just crying a minute ago why are you laughing???"
Himbo <3
Ei
When she sees you crying she is surprisingly sweet about it.
She walks over and gently cups your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at her.
"What's the matter, dear? Are you alright?"
Her voice is so soft and gentle.
She isn't too surprised when you hug her and she hugs back, gently rubbing your back.
âI just- I love you so muuuucccchhhâŚ.â
Sheâs a little surprised by that response for a moment.
But once she processes it, she is just so endeared by it.
She looks at you with such a lovesick smile.
Like she feels like her heart is about to burst with love omg
She chuckles gently and pats your head.
âI love you too, dear.â
Afterward, she kisses you on the forehead, and then on the lips.
All she wants to do after that is hold you gentle in her arms
And sheâs going to do exactly that
She takes you to your bed and gently holds you so that your head is on her chest
Doesnât matter if youâre bigger than her. Your face? On the booba
I had to tag Neuvillette so many times bc apparently no one knows how to spell it đ Two Ls and two Ts people
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The Art of Hospitality (yan!Nanami x fem!Reader)
Nanami comes home to his favorite roommate. He is hurt and tired...but he knows who will instantly make him feel better. Tags and CW: Yandere, mild dub-con, non-consensual masturbation, Nanami is a panty stealer, light age difference, power imbalance, housewife kink, groping, praise kink AO3
You accidentally took his shirt from the laundry. Nanami thinks itâs an accident â he isnât sure that youâre dumb enough to genuinely not realize that you were wearing a manâs clothes for a while already, but he doesnât think youâre brave enough to flirt with him like this either. Youâre stuck between being dumb and being too abrasive in your act â and honestly, Kento can deal with the dumb ones. Always a pleasure to spend some time with a person who knows when to shut up.Â
You look simply divine like this â tugging a shirt that is too big for you in your tiny shorts, carefully rolling the sleeves up so they wonât get splashed while you are doing the dishes. Nanami never asked you to pull up with so many domestic responsibilities â but it was expected. He already allows you to live here without paying rent, soâŚonly natural youâd be his housewife in everything besides affection. He knows how careful he must be â youâre innocent, as some college dropout can be, and you donât really think of him like that. At least, he thinks you arenât â he is sure that were you a bit braver, youâd already sleep in his bed instead of a tiny guest bedroom. If youâd wear his shirt on any other day of the week, he would simply note this in his head and proceed with his day. Maybe stare a bit, imagining your curves hidden by the baggy fabric, catching glimpses of skin whenever you roll it up a bit too high. If it was on any other day, heâd just smile and proceed to go to his study.
But you had to pull his shirt out of the laundry on the exact day when he dragged his body home from a particularly nasty fight with a curse. The thing was defeated â something about fear of bug larvae, the sound it made while being dissected by his knife was something that Nanami wouldnât forget for a long time, even with an ample amount of alcohol. You just had to be cute and adorable and domestic and wear his clothes on a day when he wanted it most. Where all of his desires of retirement amplified, pushing for a fantasy that was just out of reach.Â
Until he saw you cleaning the dishes with the tenacity of a proper housewife. Nanami knew he had to keep himself in check â knew how much heâd scare you with this. Still, at that moment, he wanted nothing more but to push you on that kitchen counter, roll his shirt even higher on your body, and use you like a proper domestic wifey you are.Â
â You did the laundry?Â
He slips right behind you, hands on your waist. Itâs a gesture that cannot be mistaken for anything other than affection â and you get stiff immediately, not sure of what to do. He hopes youâd be a smart girl and wonât defy him. He doesnât have patience for brats right now â no matter how adorable they might look. You take a deep breath and release it, relaxing in his hold. He squints, a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. What a boedient thing you are.Â
â I did the dark ones, yes. I wanted to do the whites as well, but there wasnât enough, so⌠You trail off, your hands shaking just a little bit. Nanami notices and leans on you a bit, pressing you against his chest. Your breath hitches again, panic evident in your body. He wants you to relax â and so he slips one of his hands across your waist, pressing you even closer to him. You have to get used to the heat of his body eventually. Nanami isnât known for charity work and youâd have to pay him back one way or another â and currently, you only have one way of achieving this.Â
Nanami pressed his hand more firmly against your waist, squishing you between his body and the counter. You are forced to relax into his touch â with no way of getting out, itâs only obvious why youâd be this scared. Poor, dumb girl. No idea what is coming to her. â You washed my things as well? You put the dishes on the drying stand, wiping your hands with the nearest towel. There is a certain clumsiness in your actions â like you were trying to remember how to act properly on the go. Like you tried your hardest to be a perfect housekeeper without looking too desperate. Although he likes that air of eagerness around you.Â
â I wanted to do something for you, sir. While I canât get a proper job. The little snag didnât go unnoticed. Every time you try to convince him that you finally got some part-time position, something minimal wage and extra working hours, he will always say that working like this would be useless â that you need a real job if you truly want to build up your experience. After some time, you stopped even looking for openings, instead marinading yourself in your meager savings and looking after the house. Sometimes you wondered if he just wanted to get a free house worker â but then again, he let you live in this big house without paying rent or even groceries. The only reason youâre still here is because he is generousâŚand you donât want to think about the reasons behind it.
Spending time around so many people with loud personalities, Nanami craved someone simple. Easy. Nice and quiet â and a girl who is too helpless to survive on her own is just that. Some people are not meant to survive on their own, and there is a certain dignity in relying solely on help from others.Â
He caresses your hands â you donât understand why is he suddenly so affectionate after spending months not even bothering to learn your last name, but then you notice the smell of blood. Scratches on his hands. Something that smelled like wet dirt and metal.Â
You turn away, bumping your nose into his chest. Kento looksâŚdisheveled. With his tie lost, a few buttons were torn off from his perfectly ironed â you ironed it just a few days ago â shirt that was now covered in soil and blood. He looks like he just got into a fight â with no indications of who was on the winning side. You werenât sure where he worked exactly â something corporate, you think, some cushy position that allowed him to escape overtime and get home at 6 PM sharp every day. Corporate people usually donât return home looking like something tried to chew on them.Â
â NâŚnanami, whatâŚwhat happened? He sighs, rubbing his forehead. It seems like your question somehow irritated him â you donât want to be like this, donât want him to hate you. Yet, itâs almost like your worry is making him insanely angry somehow. You bite your lips, face scrunched in a worried expression. You donât want him to die â or even just get slightly more injured.Â
â Got into an accident. There is nothing to worry about.Â
Youâre definitely not buying it. Kento likes seeing you gushing over him â but knowing how anxious his little roommate can be, youâre certainly not going to let it go so easily. And he has no intentions of showing you the secrets of the world of jujutsu right now. If ever.Â
â You got run over?! â No.Â
â A dog attacked you?! â No.Â
â Oh. You were robbed..? He sighs, thinking of how he still hasnât come up with an excuse. He should have â but the fight was hard already, and the energy he spent working overtime on that curse didnât make anything better. He loves your worry and your kindness, but he canât deal with it right now. Somehow, he has to divert your attention. Somehow, he has to take this comfort he wanted from you and your body.Â
â Youâre wearing my shirt.Â
Your eyes widened, heat spreading across your face. He sees that he has successfully distracted you â your hands are coming to cover yourself immediately, tugging on the wrist of the shirt as if trying to see if he is right. Seems like you really didnât notice you were wearing something that belonged to him. God, what a dumb thing you are. What did he do to deserve such a blessing? You take a step to the side, trying to escape the trap of his hands â but Nanami is not having it. With a grunt, he is forcing you in front of him again, making sure youâre set here, nice and comfortable. Trapped close to him â like heâd ever let go of someone as precious as you. He might be a lot of things â a workaholic, an extremely tired individual with love for useless and dumb sunshine girls, but he is not stupid. Letting you go now will only increase the gap between the two of you â and not even in a sense of age.Â
â IâmâŚoh. Iâm really sorry, sir, it must have been mixed in the laundry and⌠He snorts. The sound is weird, alien to someone like him â you look up, surprised he even bothered to listen to you. You really got him acting so weirdâŚitâs almost an achievement. Somehow, you donât feel like you won something.Â
â You didnât even notice it was too big?Â
â I have some oversized clothes. â Something that your ex left you?Â
You find yourself wordless at the accusation. It doesnât sound too weird at first â but the harshness in his voice is making you shiver. His hands are on your waist again, holding you in a gesture that canât be platonic â and this is the first time he paid so much attention to you. You feel uncomfortable. You feel desired, somehow. Nanami smells of blood and you find yourself aroused at it. Are you really that weird of a person? Fighting the urge to press your nose in his shoulder and breathe in his musk, mixed with blood, sweat, and that wonderful perfume he is using? The scent of which was traveling with you the whole morning ever since you took the shirt out of the laundry. Did you truly not know it was his? Somehow, you arenât so sure now.Â
â IâŚI guess I just wasnât paying attention. Iâm sorry, sir, I willâŚ
You insist on calling him âsirâ despite your age gap being not that terrible. He couldnât be your father â yet he has this aura about him that makes you a bit afraid. Just a little nervous whenever he raises his voice or hums disarmingly. You donât want to disappoint him, anxiety filling every bit of your existence when you think about this â he is doing so much, he has serious work and all you do is gush over housework and trying to play a role you were not made for. Never thinking how hard being a housewife might be.Â
â Youâre going to just take off it now?Â
You freeze in place, not sure of how to answer. Nanami chuckles. You donât want him so close to you, touching you like youâre in love â but he is hurt, stressed and covered in blood. He is lonely man, you can understand this â who else would invite a girl to live with him because he spends so much time working outside of the house, heâd disappear for days on end and someone had to take care of the house? if he had a partner then, surely, you wouldnât be here. It must be hard, for someone like him â but he seems so nice, so hardworking, despite the initial strictnessâŚwhy is he single?Â
You donât feel comfortable with his chin resting on your shoulder, but youâre forcing yourself to relax. He had such a hard day, and he is still hurt. You might as well indulge him a little.Â
â I donât think it would be polite.
â Why not?
His hands slowly unbutton the lowest part of the shirt, the one that is hanging way below your stomach. He is not revealing any skin â but the feeling of his calloused fingers even through the fabric is a bit much to handle.Â
â Iâm a guest at this house. Wouldnât want to embarrass the owner, right? His hand goes to grasp a few more buttons, making you stiffen. You donâtâŚdonât particularly want his hands in that area â almost under your chest, with a single brush of fingers enough to make you feel hot. Throbbing. Enough to make you question everything you know about him andâŚother things. You want to be a good guest, to not overstay your welcome â but it seems like the lines are getting more and more blurry each time. â I wouldnât mind seeing you without it. â Iâm really sorry I took it without asking youâŚ
â You can get punished for it later. ButâŚ
Nanami presses his mouth on your neck, inhaling your scent. You smell like him â his cologne, his shower gel, the fabric softener he uses for his shirts, all the expensive things he knows you donât have money for. Youâre relying on his kindness and, well, he can be kindâŚif youâre willing to be good to him, of course. Good, obedient, and pretty girls deserve their rewards, after all. He has the perfect idea for just the one right now. You whimper when you feel his lips on your skin, when he nibbles on the sweet spot at the back of your neck. It canât be mistaken for normal affection now â not with the way he keeps unbuttoning your shirt until there is barely enough to cover your breasts. His hand lays on your stomach, warmness spreading across the skinâŚthere isnât a lot you can do now. Your thoughts are mixed now, not sure of what to do to make him stop or to let him keep going. â NanaâŚno, Kento, Iâm not really sure about⌠â Quiet, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes, okay?Â
You sigh, allowing him to justâŚtouch you. Get sated with the feeling of your body in his arms â you donât know how much time had passed, but he just rubs soothing circles into your stomach and breathes, occasionally peppering your neck with kisses.Â
You want him to go further.Â
You want him to stop. Maybe, it was just a few more minutes. Maybe, he took his time â you on;y woke up from that hazy, dream-like state when he suddenly yanked the rest of your shirt off, revealing your braless chest to the cold air of the house. You wanted to cover yourself â but your slow motions didnât do you enough justice, as he easily grabbed your wrist in one of his hands.Â
He kisses you again, and you move your head to the side to meet his lips. You donât know what you want â you want to help him, to make his worries go away, but he is still smelling of blood and rust and youâd like to draw him a bath first. Maybe take care of him there. Maybe grab your things and run even though it would mean youâd be homeless. You can feel his erection pressing to the curve of your ass and you move involuntarily, sliding up and down â maybe in an attempt to escape, maybe in an attempt to allure. You want for him to say something, to command you to do something â be more forceful, be more kind, make everything better, and then do it much, much worse. You sigh, trying to justâŚ
The phone is ringing.Â
You manage to read the name. You wonder who the hell is Gojo Satoru. â I apologize for this. â Nanami whispers in your ear, getting away from you. Still keeping a hand on your waist, holding you down as firmly as possible. Not that you have any strength left in your legs to go anywhere. Youâre waiting for Nanami to finish the call. Something is telling you that he just found a way to make you pay for staying with him for so long.
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Would you be making a hard thoughts choi seungcheol from seventeen Bf choi seungcheol or any more hard thoughts Bf from any of the groups you write about?
i freaking love writing these bf!thoughts !! send me more omgg that's one of my favourite thing to write !!
BF!SEUNGCHEOL who is the embodiment of a green flag, who is the final boss of princess treatment because you're the love of his life and you only deserve the best.
you know how he spoils everyone he loves and how he bought a fucking dyson to jeonghan ? yeah, he does that for you too but it's even worse because he's literally crazy over you. no matter the price, if you want something, he's gonna get it for you. and don't ever think about paying for something when the two of you get out, seungcheol doesn't even let you bring your card or any cash with you, insisting that your purse should only carry your lipgloss. even when he's not with you, he wants you to use his card. it's late at night and you're hungry ? seungcheol orders some takeouts for you. you're going out with some of your friends and seungcheol knows you're going to do some shopping ? he hands you his card for the day. you never thought you'll be the kind of girl to let a man pay for anything, but it's not any other man, it's choi seungcheol and you happily let him spoil you.
"i'm going out, baby. i'm gonna do my nails." - "take my card then, and spoil yourself for me, yeah ?"
seungcheol always needs to remind you that he loves you, be that through his words or his actions. he's gonna confess his love to you everyday and everynight, whispering the words when you wake up and just before you fall asleep. as mentioned before, he often offers you gifts too but his main love language is physical touch. as soon as seungcheol gets home, the first thing he wants to do is to hold you close to him. you cannot spend a day without your boyfriend holding your hands, kissing your cheeks, your forehead or your lips. but his absolute favorite are back hugs. he literally engulfs you in his embrace and you feel so safe and protected, which is his only goal in life. he's not ashamed to show his love for you in front of his friends either. they can make fun of him as much as they want because of how down bad for you he is but he doesn't care as long as you're happy and you know how in love with you he is.
"baby, i don't care that my members are here, i haven't seen you in a week, i need to kiss you. so let me, please ?"
another thing about seungcheol is that he's going to praise you for anything you do. you could just tell him that you did the dishes and he would tell you that you're doing good. but he loves it too when you praise him in return, telling him that you're proud of him and everything he accomplished. that has him weak in the knees and he's immediately blushing. also, anytime you're the one initiating the physical touch between the two of you, he melts on the spot. he doesn't mind listening to you rant for hours because he hears your voice and that's enough for him. and the way he's looking at you with so much adoration is enough to make you fold like paper. you're the first one he comes to when he needs something, the first person that comes to his mind every morning when he wakes up. honestly, his members are tired of hearing seungcheol go on and on about how perfect and pretty you are, but they better be prepared because he intends on marrying you one day.
"i can't wait for the day you'll be my wife."
BF!SEUNGCHEOL who needs to remind you of how good he is everytime he fucks you. he needs you to scream his name for all the neighbors to hear.
his princess treatment extends in the bedroom because whatever you want you get. definitely a service top, the type to bury his head in between your thighs for hours if that's what you want. he needs to make you cum at least three times before he even pushes his cock inside of you, loves it when you're all wet and squirmy already by the time he lets you have his dick. seungcheol often brings you to a state of overstimulation without even noticing it, too entranced by the way you're clenching around his fingers and moaning so prettily for him. another thing he wants to buy for you is lingerie. he loves to see your body cradled in pretty see-through or laced sets, and knowing that he paid for them is driving him crazy. when you're telling him that you bought the underwear you're wearing with his money, he's spoiling you for the whole night, that you can be sure.
"fuck, you look so pretty for me⌠my girl is perfect, look at you. you were made for me."
i know we joke about calling him and daddy and all but i think he would really love it if you called him sir. you just need to look at him with doe eyes, bat your pretty eyelashes and call him sir and he's ready to give you everything you want. you were making fun of him at first, playfully calling him that when he was acting like your father, but it slowly sank down that he liked it a little bit too much and that you did too. when seungcheol is deep inside of you and asking who is making you feel that good, he goes crazy when you answer with "it's you, sir." you also love to call him that in front of other people just to rile him up, because you know he will fuck you harder when you've been a brat and you love it. most of the time though, you're being good and he showers you in praises that makes you shy.
"such a good girl, baby. your pretty pussy feels so good around me."
seungcheol also lives for the moment you're being bad because he knows it's calling for strict punishment. he's being so good to you and that's how you reward him ? not gonna happen. his go-to punishment is spanking you. he bends you over his lap, pushing up your skirt out of the way and landing slap after slap on your cute ass cheeks, until they're all red and you're begging for him. he makes you count how many he gives you too, and start from the beginning again if you lose the number. the best part is when he finally pushes your head inside of the pillow and holds your hips up to ruin you. unlike the sweet nicknames he's usually giving you, in times like these he calls you his little slut, his greedy bitch that always wants more and more. you both like it more rough sometimes, and seungcheol is not going to deny you.
"you're such a brat sometimes, i need to fuck some sense into you, don't i ?"
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I saw your post, happy you're doing well!!!
Maybe something for Inumaki if you do him? Anything is fine đđ
Thank you thank you! <3
AN: I just started writing this without a real plan and just after a headcanon I had, and I didn't realise it would turn out this long... TT
Word count: ~600ish
Warnings: not beta read, pure fluff with some insecurities
I am not quite sure why but Inumaki strikes me as the type of boyfriend who would be secretely extremely insecure.
Even though he knows he's one of the most promising young sorcerers and that his cursed technique is among those few that are envied, he's still insecure, why? Because it's also a curse that forbids him from telling you all the things that other people so easily tell their loved ones.
No matter how many times you reassure him, it's something that's eating away inside of his heart that cannot be fully stopped.
It all started when you guys were on a date at the movies. Inumaki previously tried to ask you out multiple times, all of which failed because he couldn't just straight up say "Do you want to go out with me?" like others could.
Instead he decided to ask you via text if you wanted to go out, which you misunderstood and thought meant the entire group. Needless to say Yuta teased him about this for a while afterwards.
Inumaki eventually left a note in your backpack, asking whether you wanted to go on a date with him. You found the note later that day during class, yet to Toge's horror he realised he forgot to sign it. Another failed attempt.
When Maki got tired of watching him fail at asking you out she eventually blurted out that Toge had been crushing on you. First you didn't believe it, thinking she might just pull a prank on you, but when you saw the heat flush onto his face it became obvious that she was in deed serious and correct.
Afterwards you two finally went on your first date, which to you went simply amazing. Now for Toge it was great until the movie came to it's romantic climax with the lead male going on and on about his feelings in a cheesy speech. He would have almost laughed if he hadn't seen the glimpse of hearts in your eyes at the romantic words. Suddenly the popcorn you shared felt like pebbles in his stomach when he realised he'd never be able to say such things to you because of his cursed speech.
Sure, if he wrote down a speech and carefully choose the words he could make sure that there would be no accidents, but he promised himself never to risk anyone's safety.
When he walked you home he remained unusually quiet, not even his beloved onigiri ingredients were spoken. You shyly took his hand and squeezed it, thanking him for the beautiful date and kissed his cheek before hurrying into your home.
Simply holding your hand on its own had eased his worries, but the kiss on his cheek? It made him forget everything for a solid minute. The worries eventually returned but for the moment he was fully content and happy.
The dates kept going on, spending time with Toge was easy and felt natural and peaceful. It wasn't long until you two officially became a couple. At this moment he started to open up more about his worries, that he felt he lacked in terms of providing you with lovely words.
You couldn't blame him, being insecure is part of being human, even if you didn't see any reason for him having such doubts. Having been whipped for him since the very beginning you decided to come up with a new safe word for him, one that he would only utter in times of insecurities.
Whenever he said the word you'd take his hand, pull him closer and remind him how much you loved him with a kiss on his each of his cheeks and eventually his lips.
(Okay so maybe Inumaki started abusing the word to get free kisses whenever he wanted but you couldn't really be mad at him since you also enjoyed kissing him.)
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Sometimes all i think about is how Ace is just some guy. Like his magic isn't special by any means and he's the only one left without a unique magic but nevertheless he's the first one to appear by the prefect's side (aside from grim and deucey ofc!).
The prefect asks for help? He'll grumble and complain, maybe extort some food in exchange, but he'll be there. Something weird is happening inside the campus? He goes to ramshackle just to check up on them. The prefect goes missing? He's worried sick and wants to go looking for them. He even notices the tiny details when the prefect isn't feeling their best.
And sure, others might grumble that he's just a dude, that he isn't poweful, or he's not rich, plus he's bratty as hell, so how come the prefect is in love with him? But then they see the way he treats the prefect, the way he looks at them as if they're the most beautiful being in the world, and suddenly they just know. Ace may just be some guy, but he's truly, madly and irrevocably in love with the prefect and he'll never lose to anyone in that aspect.
No one is more aware of how "just some guy" Ace is more than Ace. He thinks of himself as normal and usually he likes it that way. But then he sees some of the other guys around him and the way he thinks they look at you... and then he wishes maybe he was a prince, or an actor, or a business man too. Anything to be just that bit more unique, a bit more of a spark. A bit more of the number one ace in your heart.
But he very much is for all of those reasons that you describe. There's not a lot of room for doubt with strongly Ace feels about you. You are his first port of call, his first priority, his first lo- let's not go down that road right now. Sure you can say he's rude, but there is no one other than maybe Deuce who has you as a higher priority. When you go missing, sure everyone else was worried but Ace's mind was almost wholly consumed by you. Riddle can take care of himself, so can the rest of his upper class men but you. Even if you can take care of yourself he's worried, he feels a very strong need to keep you safe. I wonder what his goals were before he actually enrolled in NRC and ended up in your life? Did he want to be famous, was he practicing his magic with the intent of using it to make his life easier or did he just want to have a good time? Now when he practices defensive spells he sees you when he closes his eyes, all of this will be worth it if it makes keeping you safe easier.
Losing to Ace is something one can only really superficially do. You can have more money, class, sex appeal if you want to be crude, but you cannot be more loyal. I could see someone assuming you are only in love with Ace because you spend most of your time around him, but remove his physical presence and your attraction still remains. This "just some guy" is the one who will be there for you when you are scared, the one who knows you better than anyone else, the one whose number one priority will be providing some stability for you in the world where everyone is quite mad.
He's not just some guy who is in love with you, he's your partner. Your best friend. He's your guy, and he'll never lose in the contest of who is more in love with you. Truly, madly and irrevocably in love is truly the best way to describe it.
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you and i (pt. ii)
Simon Basset x bridgerton!reader
summary: as Daphne's twin, you were always second to her. but then you meet someone who is only yours, completely devoted to you. nothing will come between the two of you, it is just you and him || warnings: pre-marital kissing (how scandalous), fuck old man Hastings || word count: 1072 || masterlist
PART ONE
You rushed into your sister's room that evening, needing to talk with her. "Daphne!"
She was sat at her window, already in nightclothes. "What is it?"
"I know about you and the Duke." You confessed. "I know it was all a ruse and I know he doesn't love you."
Daphne smiled knowingly, pulling you to it beside her. "He told you everything? Even-"
"He loves me Daphne! He said he wants to marry me but needs to court me properly first." Your practically giddy with excitement. "Oh Daphne, I'm going to be a Duchess and you a Princess!"
Now it was Daphne's turn to blush as she thought of her beloved Prince.
"When do you think the Prince will propose?"
She thought for a moment. "Soon, I suppose. He is returning to Prussia at the end of the season and we shall have to be married by July. I am going be a Princess, can you imagine? Me, in a palace, raising children of my own. I will miss you all terribly though."
You smile at her happiness. "You'll be a perfect princess Daph, trust me. Besides, you can always come back and visit or we can come and visit you. I'm sure Colin can stop by Prussia on his tours." The two of your giggle, spending the waning evening discussing your futures together and what they might hold.
The Duke courts you perfectly, charming each and every time. The season has quietened slightly as proposals are accepted and honeymoons begin. Simon joins your family at the park for a promenade, conversation flowing easily between the two of you as you tour the park before making your way back to your family.
"What do you want for the future Simon?"
He sighs, realising what he must confess. "I do not know. But there is something I must tell you. It could change everything and I understand if afterwards, you do not wish to marry me-"
"Simon, what is it?"
"I canât give you children." Simon says the half-truth.
"Children are not the end of the world." You quickly reply. "If we cannot have children of our own, I shall spoil all my nieces and nephews from my siblings." You pause, resting a hand on his. "It does not make me love you any less."
"Truly?"
"Truly."
You want to say more but your youngest siblings are running over, begging you and Simon to entertain them. Simon watched on as you attempted to chase your youngest siblings around the grounds. They were much more agile than you and you soon fell behind, catching your breath. A look passed between Hyacinth and Gregory and they both leapt towards you, pushing you to the ground and climbing on top. They shrieked with laughter as you rolled them both over and began tickling them, squirming to get away from your hands.
You were a natural, bringing your siblings joy without much effort and sharing their joy on your face. In that moment, Simon was willing to cast aside all hatred he held for his father. To see you happy, surrounded by your family was magical. If Simon could give you your own family to raise, he would. He would be happy to spite his father, not live unhappily as his father wanted him to.
He makes his decision and takes the journey that very night, calling on the Bridgerton house in the early evening and heading straight to Anthony's office.
"Simon!" He calls, "What brings you here?"
"I am not here as a friend Anthony, there is something I must ask."
Anthony leans back in his chair, some idea of the question forming in his head. He nods for Simon to continue and watches as he wrings his hands together and stutters out a response.
"I love Y/N. I know our marriage is not your favourite idea but I willing to do anything for her. I'll do whatever I need to." He takes a deep breath. "Therefore, I am asking your permission for her hand in marriage. I intend to propose with my mother's ring and have no need for Y/N's dowry."
Anthony nodded slowly. "I am not blind, nor an idiot. Anyone can see that my sister would not be happier with anyone else. However, to reject her dowry is an insult to this family. I do not care if you have enough money to support her. Take the money, put it in a trust for your future children, let Y/N use it to buy whatever she pleases, but take it."
"I have you blessing?" Simon couldn't quite believe it was that easy.
"You have my blessing." Anthony pauses as he stands to shake Simon's hand. "But if you ever hurt her, you'll have me and my brothers coming for you."
"I'd never."
He appears in the Bridgerton House drawing room the very next morning, a bunch of flowers for you and Mama as he fiddled with the box in his pocket.
"There is a question I must ask you."
Your quietly hopeful as you stand to meet him. "Yes?"
"Marry me Miss Bridgerton." He begs. "It would do me no greater pleasure than to call you my wife."
"Yes." The brightest of smiles covers your face. "I would love to marry you."
Simon's smile matches yours as he slipped the ring onto your finger.
"This ring is beautiful."
Simon smiles wistfully. "It was my mothers. Lady Danbury kept it safe, hoping that I would find love of my own one day."
"Perhaps I should thank Lady Danbury then."
"Please do not, she will take it to her head and never let us forget it."
Your mother silently leaves the room, calling your sisters and servants out with her. Both of you are silent for a minute, revelling in your private moment and your recent engagement. "You know," You begin. "No one would know if I were to kiss you in this moment... That is why Mama called all the servants out."
Simon matches your smirk and steps even closer to you, feeling your breath on his face. You're breathing the same air, hearts beating in unison. His lips brush against yours as he speaks, "No one would know..."
You close the distance, threading your hands into the lapels of his jacket to pull his even closer as your lips melt together in perfect harmony.
All was perfect in the world, everything would be alright.
hope you enjoyed! part two had me giggling and kicking my feet ngl
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You're sort of one of the kindest people i know on tumblr, so. um. i had a question.
how do i deal with it all?
right of the bat i will tell you i am a minor and my parents are zionists, so i have no income of my own or anything i could donate. everytime i post a single fundraiser that reaches my inbox and is vetted, i get 4-5 new fundraising asks for palestine.
most of them are unvetted, but i keep thinking that if i can't donate i should at least have faith in people and reblog the fundraisers even if they're unvetted, possibly that they're actually new and need as much help we can give, however, there's a possibility they are scams, and i don't want to draw away the attention vetted fundraisers might get.
how do you decide where to help out and how to live with your decision?
I have a policy that when it comes to asks (or messages) that solicit money or other actions (like boosting posts) I don't respond to or even publish asks that come from anyone that has never spoken to me before that moment, and that's a policy that has been in place for many years now, and is unlikely to change largely because the majority of asks/messages that are requesting money or to visit a blog post/their blog/their website are scams (or more often several years ago, led to virus infections on your computer!). My blog is, as it has stated at the top for over ten years now, a personal blog, not a fundraising/signal boosting/vetting blog for spreading donations- there ARE blogs like that, and people can choose to interact with those blogs or not, but my blog isn't the place for it and that's a hard boundary I enforce for my own well being. Tumblr is my place to rest and recover, however I see fit to do that.
A random ask to my inbox asking for money, regardless of what it is for, is (in my view) equivalent to a cold call from a stranger soliciting money. It's not about faith in people, it's not about right or wrong, it's not about can or can't. This is my home, and I don't answer the phone to unknown numbers. I will help friends/family/people I know personally (or parasocially, if I like them or recognize them), obviously, but that's a bit of a different horse.
As for how I decide where to help out, if I have the ability (funds, spoons, time etc), I will seek out information on the best place to donate that can do the most with the money to help the person/people/cause that I want to help. It's the Food Pantry Equation: I could spend $5 on groceries at retail price to donate, and maybe get enough for 1 meal for 1 person (though in this fuckoff capitalist hellscape, I'm not sure $5 would even buy a whole meal), or I could give $5 directly to a Food Pantry organization, who buys in bulk and knows where to get stuff cheap, so that my $5 can help five people or ten people or whatever. I also do my best to participate in fandom events that raise money for good causes; stuff like the fanworks charity auction I helped run to donate to a wolf sanctuary, or stuff like Fandom Trumps Hate (another charity fanworks auction event). Those kind of events are generally open about where the donations go to, and have done research into organizations to ensure the gathered money goes to good charities.
Like with the above, however, it's different if I know the person. If my neighbor comes and asks for a cup of sugar or my friend needs help moving or whatever, I'm gonna give them what they need without the middleman because we have that relationship already established. Donating $5 to a food pantry would probably help more people by numbers, but helping my neighbors and friends and family etc builds community in a way giving $5 to a random stranger on the phone soliciting money cannot, and even in a way donating $5 (or $5 worth of food) to a Food Pantry cannot. It's also usually a matter of one and done, as well as semi-transactional the way any relationship is a give and take; I can give my neighbor some sugar, and down the road they can return the favor the next time I'm in need of help. I help my friends move and I know whether or not I ever move, myself, that they would do the same for me if they're able. You can't say this about a random ask on the Internet and you likely won't ever be able to say it for most charities unless you somehow end up in their exact area of expertise. So it's different.
I feel like you should also learn about Tim Wong, the guy who basically single-handedly repopulated the Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly out in California. The lesson his story can and should teach is that... sometimes it can do more good for the world to care Very Much about one specific thing, and put your heart and soul into it, than it does to spread a little bit of care over a lot of things.
So, I guess what I mean to say here is... don't feel guilty about what you cannot do. There's no guilt in that. When you are ready and able to help, you can always go and look for a good way to do so (and what you end up helping may not always be the thing you think it will be), but you don't need to feel pressured by telemarketers or charity donation calls from strangers while you're trying to eat dinner. Especially if they don't even know who you are, either.
#asks#anon asks#how to help#You cannot help others if you're burnt out#and you burn out feeling guilt where there's no need
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