#a clear answer to any of those questions or at least not anytime soon because my cranium is messed up and unreliable but i won't get the

[fionnaskyborn]

there's something to be said about the very specific feeling of frailty you feel when you come face to face with just how little you've experienced. twenty-odd years on planet earth and you haven't really watched all that many movies. an unlived life facing an uncertain future. i do not know where to point the finger of blame because i live untethered from my past, floating in the present with no clear point of reference no clear definition of who i am or what happened to me and how i turned out the way i am (fucking. can you guess why five is my favorite game. insert that one lyric from that one modest mouse song.) but you're still here, and you can still learn, and you can catch up, but it still feels like you're a pitiful little nobody looking for excuses trying to explain why you're still new to the whole being alive thing. i've got a good head on my shoulders, though, for all that's worth, so i think i might be fine.

in other news, i watched scarface tonight. it was certainly a movie. don't really understand how the movie made it big, but it did have some damn good music. i mean, i don't know. i'm still learning about the world i live in. maybe it really is as much of a masterpiece as people make it out to be and i'm too dumb to see the reason why it's considered a classic. maybe i'm right. i can't tell at the moment. it's kind of a beggars can't be choosers situation - if you ain't watched that many movies, then you can't really be a good judge of quality. but, oh, well. it's one more movie watched. it's a win because i watched a movie. and i'll watch more movies.

[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

After recovering from your illness, you talk with Emily and the human trio. You learn little about the bots. However, the idea of officially joining Team Prime leaves you in doubt.

Warnings: Ratchet being grumpy, a bit social anxiety, Miko taking pictures without permission, and a lot of self doubt.

Chapter 10

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After Ratchet finished the cleaning progress,  infused you with fresh processed energon, and fixed up your dents, he made adjustments to your body after hearing about how your limbs dragged you a lot due to their weight and how much trouble you had moving them. The process felt like forever, but he finally gave you the clear to stand up and move while he made finishing scans. 

“Alright. How do you feel? The adjustments I made should have made your arms and legs more lighter for you to move,” Ratchet asked as you stretched your arms, and shoulders and tested your knees. Everything felt much better and not like you were carrying limbs that felt more like weights. 

“Much better. I feel like I can finally move without exhausting myself,” you explained. 

“Thank you… doc… you said slightly awkwardly. 

He grumbled at the nickname. “Make sure you do not go drinking any more earth oils. It’s unhealthy and bad for you,” he said before proceeding to do something else. 

“Lesson learned,” you said before seeing Emily walk up to you. 

“How are you feeling? Is the headache gone?” she asked. 

“Yeah. The headache’s gone, and I do not feel like I’m going to pass out anytime soon,” you explained. 

“That’s good. You gave me quite a scare when you passed out in the alley like that,” Emily smiled. 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, feeling embarrassed and a bit guilty for scaring her. 

“Don’t be. You were not feeling well. You were probably gonna pass out sooner or later,” she said. “I’m glad we got you the help you needed before anything serious could happen,” she added. 

Jack, Raf, and Miko then showed up. 

“So… (Name).... what is it like looking at us from there?” Jack asked. 

“Everything is… smaller than it should be,” you answered. 

“Dude. I never knew Vehicons had faces behind their masks,” Miko said. “I thought the eye line and the smooth surface was their face,” 

You frowned. “Haven’t you been with these guys longer than us? Wasn’t there at least one time you saw these cons having faces?” you questioned. 

“We try to avoid putting ourselves in danger. Miko tends to do the opposite so she can take pictures of our bots scrapping the cons.” Jack crossed his arms while looking at Miko. She only rolled her eyes. 

“Well, this is different. Now smile!” Miko took out her phone and took a picture of you. The sudden camera light made you blink your eyes for a moment. 

“So, how long have you three known about these guys?” you asked. 

“For a while now,” Raf answered. 

“You do not have to worry about these guys accidentally stepping on you?” you asked. 

“We’re careful enough. I guess you do not have to worry about getting squashed since you’re a bot yourself,” Miko pointed at you. 

“That’s perhaps the only relief,” Ratchet scoffed. 

You didn’t know what to think of it. Not getting stepped on was one thing, but now you could accidentally do the stepping, and you were not certain if you could trust yourself to be that careful. 

“So… now that you decided to stay. You could become an Autobot,” Jack started. 

“Not a bad idea. Hey, maybe we could finally look into a new look for you,” Emily suggested. 

“Yeah. If you ever joined a fight, the bots could mistake you for the enemy because you still look like one of those Vehicons,” Miko said, making punching motions. “That would be really bad for you,” 

“Ugh—” you stayed silent at the suggestions. 

You, an Autobot? 

This was not your war. 

“I don’t really know about that,” you said. 

“One moment, please. I… I need to clear my head for a moment,” you said, walking away from them. Emily looked after you with a frown. 

You found yourself a lone corner and leaned against the wall with a sigh. 

“(Name)?” 

You looked down to see Emily in front of you. You kneeled down to her level. 

“What’s wrong? Something’s on your mind,” she asked.  

“Nothing. It’s just… my social battery is not very high right now,” you excused as it was partly the truth. 

“But there’s something else,” Emily stated with her hands on her hips. 

You stayed quiet, unsure how to explain it to her. 

“Come on. I won’t leave you alone until you tell me,” she said. 

“It’s just…” you sighed. “So much happened today and now we know that there’s a whole alien war going on. I mean it’s insane,” you confessed. 

“I’m glad these Autobots are friendly, but… me joining these guys? Becoming an Autobot?” you questioned. 

“I might be a cybertronian now, but I am very much still a human from inside. This is… This is not my war,” you said.  

“We got lucky escaping the Decepticons, but I can’t fight. What can I do for them? I’ll be more in their way than be any help,” you asked. 

“I get what you mean,” Emily placed her hand on your finger. 

“You do not have to join them if you don’t want to, and you do not have to do any fighting. I guess that was just Miko getting overly excited,” she said. 

“However, after getting to know them a little. I think this is the best place for you to be. They’re not that bad. I have a good feeling about this so how about you give these guys a chance? Become friends with them? That way you have people you can turn to for help,” she suggested with a gentle smile. 

You hesitated, but her smile and words made you consider it. “If you trust them that much already… then I guess I can give it a try,” you uttered. 

“Attagirl. And don’t worry about being any help. We can figure out that later,” she comforted, patting your hand. “Maybe you could be an extra pair of hands for the doc bot,” she grinned. 

“Ratchet seems like he prefers to work alone,” you said. 

“Nah. We never know once we ask,” she said. 

“But everything is going to be alright. Give these guys a chance. Who knows, they might just be the right people for you after all,” she smiled enthusiastically. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Good. Now come on. Time to upgrade your social skills,” she said and you followed her back to the trio. 

You talked to them about random things. They shared interesting stories they had with their bots and slowly you dropped your guard around them. It no longer seemed bad and you found it rather easy to talk with them. Maybe this could work after all.

[akingdomscrypt]

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒕! 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆'𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑯𝒆/𝒉𝒊𝒎, 19𝒚𝒐, 𝒈𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒄, 𝑨𝒖𝑫𝑯𝑫 (𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔<3), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔.

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕:

For the most part, I don't really care who interacts with my posts* as long as you are at least 16+. That being said, when I do begin posting more 18+ content, I DO NOT want to see any minors interacting with those posts. I am not y'all's parent, I cannot stop you, just don't let me know. That's all I ask.

I will not make this a MDNI blog because the majority of the content in my fics are pretty SFW with the exception of some major violence warnings, that is unless I find it a reoccurring problem that this boundary is being repeatedly broken. Then that will change.

*I also know that a lot of people on here who have masc centric blogs have a rule against fem aligned accounts interacting, which is completely reasonable and they are within their own right to do so. I personally don't mind nor have an issue with fem aligned folk reading and interacting with my posts; as long as y'all don't make it weird/fetishize my content. But, again, same with above, if this boundary is repeatedly violated, I will change it. And please keep in mind this is a masc-reader centric blog, so don't be surprised when I don't write fem inserts.

(Other DNI include, but are not limited to; racists, xeno/homo/transphobes, pedos, zionists, necrophilies, fetishizers, etc..)

𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔:

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈:

(Won't be taking requests anytime soon obvi, but if I ever do:)

WILL do - SFW fluff and mild to extreme angst | NSFW such as bdsm, weapon/pain play, blood, humiliation/degradation and praise, size diff, masc/gn readers, age diff (within reason), primal play, pet play, titles, *light* cnc, switch/verse reader & character, etc.. I will do most things, too many to list here, but if the time comes and I take requests, just ask and if I'm comfortable with it I'll do it!

Will NOT do - scat, vomit, underage, incest, sa/noncon, sounding, cheating tropes, fem readers/characters, age play, and I may add more if they come to mind.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍:

You CAN: PLATONICALLY flirt with me, as a joke, and I may do it back BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE 18+. (If it gets weird and it's clear people are taking advantage of this, I'll remove it and only give this permission to moots). Ask me questions! About most things and I'll answer (fic related and not) if I feel comfortable doing so. Discuss SFW and NSFW topics as long as they're not against my boundaries. Ramble/info dump on me, I love listening to people's interests!

You can NOT: flirt with me in a romantic way, talk to me abt anything in my will not section, try a genuine roleplay that isn't a joke, talk to me about NSFW topics if you are underage, and I may add more if they come to mind.

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔(𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 & 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔):

Cal's precious anons - every post that I answer an anon ask

Cal's rambles - me spouting random nonsense

Cal's mutuals - my buds <3

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 & 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅:

🦓anon,

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔:

@literallyrousseau , @embry-garrick , @pussygirlpower , @2kiran

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 |

[jikookuntold]

The Mystery of 1108

When I first became a Jikooker, I started to watch and read different theories on Jikook channels and blogs, and the 1108 theory was one of those theories that all Jikookers collectively agreed on. Based on this theory, the 8th day of November is a special anniversary for Jikook because they started dating on that day. We know Jikook care so much about special days and anniversaries, because they have posted several times on Valentine's days, and Korean romantic dates, and they never miss spending a birthday together. So, after learning this theory, I started to expect them to do something on this special day, but it never happened. In 2018, the Jimin t-shirt thing happened, and no one expected him or the other members to do anything anytime soon. One year later, JK had a car accident at the beginning of November, and again, appearing on social media or going out was too much to ask for. Then in 2020 and the years after that, when Jikook didn't post or do anything special, I started to question this theory. Of course, this theory was fully based on facts. JK had released GCF in Tokyo on this very day after all, but could all this be just a coincidence? I mean, he might have finished the editing that day, or maybe he was just matching the numbers with the hotel room as a special message for Jimin? It's not impossible. What was the truth?

To see things more clearly, let's review all the facts; Where the 1108 theory comes from? The truth is, the 1108 theory never existed until JK posted the GCF in Tokyo on the Bangtan TV channel on November 8th, 2017. This was definitely a turning point in the history of Jikookers, and they started to dig into the numbers and dates to find some links and connections that could help them to know more about Jikook:

The first ever jikook video on Twitter was posted on November 8th, 2015, right after the Melon awards.

100 days later, on February 15th, JK posted the cover of "Nothing like us" by Justin Bieber.

On November 8th, 2016, BTS was leaving for Japan, and Jimin posted a Jikook video on the plane. 

1000 days later, JK posted a selca at Malta at 10:13 local time, which is Jimin hour. 

If you ask me, there is a high possibility for these four incidents to be just coincidences, and Jikook might never mean to share any secrets by posting them. Don't get me wrong, I'm only looking at this theory in a different way and not denying it because first, several other theories indicate Jikook started dating around the same era (late 2015), and second, the evidence is not limited to those four incidents I mentioned.

Let's look at the second part of evidence; Jimin approved the 1108 theory by using the number 2315 at the Soul concert ment when exactly 2315 days had passed from 151108, or by posting a selca with glasses at 1:50 AM when 1500 days had passed. And JK also made it clear several times that 1108 has a special meaning for him by using 1:18 as the timestamp or posting at 23:08. If you look at the second part of the evidence, you will see that they are more recent and started at the end of 2018. But why? We will come back to this later. 

Let me ask another question first: Do Jikook celebrate the anniversary of GCF in Tokyo?

Imagine you got married, and your partner is making a video of your wedding/honeymoon footage to publish on social media. Will you celebrate the actual trip/ceremony anniversary or the anniversary of the day you posted the video? The answer is clear. I know Jikook are not common people, and this comparison might not be 100% accurate, but at least it gives us a pretty good insight into how Jikook might see these dates and anniversaries. Jikook celebrate their Tokyo trip anniversary, and they have been loud about it several times, here are some examples: 

1. They were super loud at Soul SYS concerts on October 29th. 

2. Exactly 1000 days after 171031, JK covered "10000 hours" by Justin Bieber. 

3. On the 4th anniversary of their trip, JK covered "Falling" by Harry Styles. 

Let's make the post short and have the conclusion already. In my opinion, 1108 is not an anniversary for Jikook, it is a code.

We know JK loves to use codes to convey his hidden messages, and he tried it with 123 or 13 before, but other shippers and OT7s sabotaged the message (you know how). So he chose something with more clear meaning for his target audience. This code (whether it refers to a special date or not) is directly connected to Jikook, and they both have been using it since 2019.

[hellotherepalpalpals]

Hey Bartender (Spencer Reid x F!Reader)

This last case had been heart-wrenching. They hadn't solved it in time to save all the victims. Five children were back with their families because the BAU had done their job, but two weren't so lucky. An air of heavy quiet had practically suffocated Spencer the whole way home. No one could sleep. No one wanted to. The state they had found those children in was bound to give them nightmares. Spencer didn't even want to think about it. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing them, a ten-year-old girl and her seven-year-old brother, each raped and dismembered. He felt nauseous at the thought. The man responsible was being put on death row but Spencer couldn't help but feel absolutely worthless.

Derek had suggested going to a bar once they got back to Virginia. Aside from just needing a drink to cope, he felt they should try to be proud of the work they had done, the kids they had saved, the kids who were back home with their families now.

Normally, Spencer would be against this. He wasn't very good with social situations and he didn't like drinking all that much. But after this case, he felt he needed a drink or two. It would help him sleep at least. That ended up being the consensus of a majority of the team, so Derek got to work picking a bar.

As soon as they touched down, Derek was on his feet and shepherding everyone down the street, to the bar of his choice which was apparently not very far from the Bureau. Spencer was thankful for this; it meant he wouldn't have far to walk when he returned to his apartment for the night. Pushing through the doors of the pub, they found an uncharacteristically somber Garcia waiting for them, "Someone owes me a drink for having to look at all those terrible photos and videos for so long."

Derek laughed lightly, "I gotchu Mama, don't worry."

Garcia grinned and the two went up to the bar to order their drinks while the rest of the team sat down. No one spoke for a couple minutes, each person lost in their own thoughts. Spencer sighed to himself and thought maybe it would be best if he got a round of drinks for everyone. He stood quickly, "First round is on me guys, any requests?" The group murmured their preferred drinks and Spencer nodded before turning and making his way to the bar.

He stood in front of the bartender, who had her back turned towards him. He waited a moment but, when it seemed she wasn't going to turn around anytime soon, he cleared his throat with a small cough. Surprisingly enough, it got her attention. She turned around with a raised brow, before softening her expression at the obviously awkward and forlorn looking man in front of her.

She gave him a soft, close-lipped smile, "What can I getcha buddy?"

Spencer smiled before listing off all of the drinks rather quickly, realizing afterward that she may have trouble following his train of thought or remembering the list and chastised himself for not slowing down. She chuckled at his face, a mix of concentration and anxiety, and turned to start on his list, speaking to him from over her shoulder, "Coming right up Mr...?" She paused her movements to look back at him fully, waiting with a raised brow for the answer to her unspoken question.

Spencer was thrown off by her eyes, he hadn't really looked at her at first, he had been too focused on remembering the orders. Now he realized she was quite a beautiful woman, E/C eyes flashing with amusement before returning to their original state, neutral and revealing nothing. She obviously had learned to build up some walls with her customers. He stuttered as he identified himself, "Doctor Spencer Reid actually." He could feel a flaming blush reaching his cheeks and hoped it was hidden in the darkness of the bar.

The woman turned back around with an approving nod, "Doctor Spencer Reid hmm. Doctor of what, may I ask?" She grabbed the last ingredient necessary for the list of drinks and turned around, getting to work mixing JJ's cocktail. She looked up at him expectantly while shaking the mixture.

Spencer swallowed nervously, something about this woman was intimidating to him. "Uh, I'm not a medical doctor or anything, I just have three PhDs, in Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics. And three BAs, in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy."

The woman paused her work to look up at him again, "So you're a genius then. Cause you can't be over thirty and that's a lot of schooling."

He shrugged, "Technically I guess, I just have an eidetic memory and high comprehension. It's really no big deal."

She smirked at him, "Alright then Boy Wonder, no big deal. Which one of these was your drink?"

Spencer faltered for a second, "I actually didn't order anything for myself yet, I was planning on asking what the specials were or if you had any suggestions. I'm really not a very big drinker."

Biting back a genuine smile, she retorted, "Of course you aren't. Well, I can give you some suggestions if you tell me a little bit more about yourself. What kind of alcohol do you like? And if you really don't know, what sorts of flavors do you prefer?" Seeing the hesitation on his face, she rolled her eyes, "Ya gotta give me something to work with bud unless you want a complete surprise."

Spencer thought about it for a second before nodding, "I'll have that. Surprise me. I trust your judgment."

She laughed, "Well bless my soul the genius trusts my judgment. Alright, I'll mix up something fun for you. And, just cause you've endeared yourself to me so quickly, it's on the house." She busied herself finding the right ingredients to please the man. Spencer watched, intrigued by the woman and by the way she mixed drinks like it was an art and a science, with such natural ease and precision. She noticed him staring and scoffed, "No looking, Doctor, surprises don't work if you know what they are."

Spencer blushed again and averted his eyes, raising his hands up in mock surrender. "I sincerely apologize, Miss...?" He threw her question from before back at her. She chuckled from her position under the bar, grabbing a bottle before standing up and leaning closer to Spencer. "Doctor Y/N L/N. At your service." At the sight of Spencer's confusion, she elaborated, "I'm serious. I've only got one, so I'm no Whiz Kid like you but..."

His face burst into a grin, "Really? In what?"

"Food Science. I just quit a job at a big corporation, creative differences and the like, and decided to bartend for a while before figuring out my next step. I used to do this all the time back in college, classes in the day, tending at night. It was a good way to make some money and I love mixing. I'm actually up for a position at a pretty nice restaurant in the city. I'm not sure if I want to take it though, I really do enjoy this simple work."

Spencer sighed, "I understand that feeling, sometimes my job seems like way too much. It's all very complicated."

She nodded, "So what is it you do for a living, Doctor Reid? Engineer? Professor? You've certainly got the look down for that one. Chemist? Psychologist? C'mon, I spilled my information, now it's your turn."

He gawked at her for a moment, looking down at his wrinkled and disheveled clothing. "Ok, I may be a bit of a mess but I like this outfit." He joked defensively, gesturing down at his sweater vest.

She bit her lip, putting on a seductive voice, "Oh yes of course. Nothing hotter than a dorky man in a sweater vest. Take me now PLEASE, Doctor. I BEG of you."

Spencer felt his face heat up hotter than he'd ever felt before and he felt himself getting a slight erection at the sound of her voice. He'd never been particularly aroused by being called 'doctor' but when it came out of her mouth he was done for. He shifted his stance to hide this fact and thanked the bar for being high enough to hide his current situation. The bartender watched him fidget uncomfortably and laughed, "I'm just kidding man, don't get too worked up. You do look like you've had quite a day but the hectic professor look suits you." He blushed even darker, refusing to meet her eyes and she giggled, "You still haven't answered my question, Doctor Reid. 'Fess up bud."

Spencer paused for a moment contemplating the consequences of telling her the truth. Getting an idea, he smirked, "Let me take these drinks back to my friends and then I'll come back here and tell you anything you want." He winked, desperately hoping it didn't look as awkward as it felt, and took the tray of drinks over to where the other agents sat. Of course, they all had been watching him intently throughout the duration of his interaction with the bartender. Spencer was relieved that they were far enough away that they couldn't hear any of the conversation, though he was sure this bunch of profilers caught on to the body language, and he was pretty positive he had run his hand through his hair nervously a few times, which was a dead giveaway to anyone that knew him.

His fears were confirmed when he made eye contact with Derek, who looked extremely pleased, too pleased if you asked Spencer.

"So, Pretty Boy, did ya take a liking to the bartender over there?"

Spencer fought down a blush and sent a glare at Derek.

"Hey, hey, hey, save the bedroom eyes for her Reid. Besides, she's foxy, I can't blame you." Derek chuckled at Spencer's embarrassment. This prompted a squeal and some enthusiastic clapping from Penelope.

"Ask her out Spencer! You go get her baby boy!"

Derek choked on his drink with a laugh and agreed, while the rest of the team nodded along with smug smiles on their faces. Spencer sighed and rolled his eyes, "I was planning on heading over to talk to her a bit more anyway. We'll see what happens."

He got up and tried to tune out the whooping and catcalling of his friends. As he reached the bar he cringed as he heard Derek's voice carry across the bar, "Go get her tiger!" Thankfully, it didn't seem as though she had heard him, as she was further down the bar, tending to some other patrons. Spencer smoothed out his shirt and ruffled his hair through his fingers. He leaned up against the bar where his mystery drink was ready and waiting. He took a sip and was amazed at the simple yet delicious drink. He could hardly taste the alcohol, just a slight, satisfying burn in his throat. He knew a drink like this was dangerous, he could definitely drink a few in one sitting and stand up completely plastered. He focused in on the drink, analyzing the color, trying to pick apart what it was made of. The sound of a throat being cleared slightly caught his attention and he tore his eyes away from the drink sheepishly.

"Hi." Y/N said, "So. Whaddya think? Yes? No? I didn't have a whole lot to go off of." Her face kept up the façade of pure confidence but the slight drop in her voice indicated her mild insecurity. This was her craft, and she wanted to make drinks that pleased people. Usually, she was good at personalizing drinks but it was difficult when she knew the bare minimum about a customer.

Spencer let a small smile crawl across his face at the well-hidden nervousness of the woman. He found it pretty adorable how much she seemed to be worrying over his, a random patron's, opinion and it was admirable that she took so much pride in her abilities to read her customers and concoct drinks that they would like. He put her fears to rest, "It's delicious. I love it. Thank you."

Her cheeks were stained ever so faintly with a light blush, and she bit her lip before returning to her calm and cool state, "Yeah, of course. It is my job." She shrugged as if it was no big deal but Spencer could feel the pride and happiness radiating off of her. He felt warmth in his chest knowing he was, however indirectly, the reason for her happiness at the moment.

She looked up as a large group of men sauntered in the door and plopped down at the bar, with more patrons shuffling in after them. Must've been the start of prime bar time hours. Sighing, she turned back to Spencer, "Well, Doc, looks like I've got business to attend to. Let me know if you need another drink." With that she rushed off and began filling the orders of the hordes of people swarming through the doors. Spencer sighed and returned to his table, where he was bombarded with questions about the conversation.

"All those people came in so we didn't have much of a chance to talk."

JJ sighed, "Aw, I'm sorry Spence. Did you ask for her number at least?"

He groaned, "No, I didn't get the chance, and I don't think she'd give it to me anyway."

Penelope gasped at the thought, "Excuse me, she was TOTALLY into you. 100%. Plus who could turn you down?"

Derek nodded in agreement, "She's right. We were watching, that girl is definitely interested. Just try and get her number before the night is through alright, Pretty Boy?"

Grumbling Spencer agreed and waved his hand dismissively to get his friends to move on from the topic. They did, albeit with hidden smiles and rolling eyes.

Soon it was time to leave, as drinks had run dry long ago and eyes were beginning to droop, the horrible case hidden away in the backs of their fuzzy minds. Spencer looked around only to find disappointment. Despite the amount of time that had passed, his bartender was still busier than ever. His bartender. Boy, he was moving a bit fast, wasn't he? He shook his head to sober himself up and decided it would be best to leave with his friends. She surely wasn't interested anyway and wouldn't miss his presence. And if she was, then she was far too busy to talk with him at the moment. Maybe he would come back later that week.

With another forlorn glance in her direction, he followed Garcia out the door and into the night.

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Surprisingly, Spencer didn't have nightmares that night. His dreams were soft and fuzzy, filled with warmth and a blurry unknown happiness. He couldn't remember much of them when he woke up, but he was pretty sure Y/N had been an influence in his subconscious that night, though he wasn't complaining. He arrived at the BAU with a skip in his step and a grin on his face.

Derek chuckled and raised an eyebrow at his coworker, "What's got you in such a great mood Reid?"

Shrugging, Spencer responded, "I just slept really well last night. I think the bar was a good choice."

Derek wiggled his eyebrows, "Yeah I bet it was Lover Boy. Too bad you didn't get that bartenders number, I guess we'll have to go back sometime."

Spencer nodded and headed over to his desk, lost deep in thought. He could go back tonight, and the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that. As long as he got to learn more about her he'd return to that bar as often as he could.

And so he did.

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That night he and Derek returned to the bar. She wasn't there but they stayed and chatted for a few hours. Spencer chose not to drink. He had a feeling no matter what the very capable man behind the bar made him, it wouldn't be nearly the same.

Spencer stopped by the bar the next night, hoping to catch her for just a moment. He did. But once he started talking to her, he couldn't build up the courage to ask her out or slide her his number, written out in Roman numerals, and walk away full of confidence. He found he didn't even want to interrupt the flow of their conversation to do so, despite how much he wanted to stay in contact with her. He talked to her for four hours that night, getting so immersed in every topic, in everything she said and did, her thoughts and opinions, the way her eyes lit up and her hands moved enthusiastically when she got passionate about a subject. He could sit and talk to her until he wasted away from dehydration. Except, he thought, that wouldn't be the case as she made him a complimentary drink again, accompanied by a scoff and a "Shut up, you look like you need it, Doc." when he slyly asked why she was giving her creations away so freely to him.

This became a habit for Spencer. Every night, he would drop by the bar, sometimes for fifteen minutes, sometimes for hours. He started to bring his after-hours work there, designating a table in the back just for him. Somehow, his table was always open when he got there, clean and ready for him to sit down and work, as one might do in a cafe or library. He learned her schedule and whenever she was working he would come and test out her newest concoctions.

She got frustrated with him after a week of his free-flowing compliments on her work, he couldn't even think of criticizing her and she thought that was bullshit. After that he started really thinking as he tasted the drinks, giving her honest and well thought out feedback.

After a relatively uneventful week and a half, uneventful meaning Spencer wasn't flown out of town for more than a day, the BAU was called in for a serial rapist on the other side of the country. The case took a full week and Spencer was exhausted by the time they flew back. It had been mentally and emotionally draining and he had felt weird not being able to go visit Y/N every night, it was like a little piece of him wasn't there.

It was for this reason that, despite his fatigue, he was visibly excited to get back to Virginia. The rest of the team knew Reid was unusually happy, but they didn't quite understand why. Of course, solving the case was satisfying but Spencer was practically shaking at the prospect of getting home. They were ready to get back too so most brushed it off as the doctor being a bit of an oddball. Derek, on the other hand, had his own theory.

This theory was confirmed when he, after waiting until the rest of the team had drifted off to sleep, slid into the seat across from Spencer and gave him a knowing look. Spencer had looked confused for a moment but realized very quickly why he was on the receiving end of the scrutinous glare of Agent Morgan. Derek smirked, opening his mouth to speak but before he could Spencer had narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Shut up." Derek laughed and continued anyway, "So I take it this trip was taxing? You excited to get back and, oh I don't know, get a drink?"

Spencer rolled his eyes and went back to the book he had been reading. Derek pursed his lips in mild annoyance and leaned over the table, snatching the book from the other man's hands. Spencer reached desperately for the book as Derek held it behind his back, just out of Spencer's reach. "Not so fast, Pretty Boy. If I can get mass murders to 'fess up to their crimes I can sure as hell get you to talk about your little lady love."

Spencer frowned and looked out the window, "It'll probably be too late for me to even stop by tonight."

Pleased that he had gotten a little information, Derek sat down and spoke in a soft voice, "Had you been stopping by every night since the first one? Up until this case, I assume?"

Spencer nodded plaintively but said nothing, just continued staring out the window.

"So, you're worried she'll think something's wrong? Or that you aren't interested anymore?"

Spencer opened his mouth but paused, hesitating to speak until he got his thoughts straight. "Sort of. I still don't know if she's interested in me. Or if she'd care that I disappeared without a trace for a week. She still doesn't know what I do and I don't have her number to update her. So that's a part of it I guess." He rambled a bit but closed off quickly, unsure if he should share the details of this 'relationship'.

"What's the other part?" Derek chose not to comment on the fact that Spencer had apparently been spending copious amounts of time with this woman for a week and a half and had yet to get her number or tell her what he did for a living.

Spencer took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the window, "I... I really miss her. This whole trip I've felt like a little part of me was empty. I miss her more than I think I should, and it's probably just infatuation but it feels so real. And I can't help but hope she misses me too."

Derek empathized with his friend, "We should be back by two ya know. The bar is close enough that I bet you could stop by, even just for five minutes, to see her and maybe explain the situation."

Sighing wistfully, Spencer nodded, "Yeah, maybe."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, Spencer occupied with his thoughts and the horizon, and Derek deciding to get a nap in before they landed.

Just as he was falling asleep, Spencer spoke up again, soft and full of uncertainty.

"Derek?"

The man raised his eyebrows in response, opting to keep his eyes closed.

"Do you really think I have a chance?"

Derek sighed and opened his eyes, "I don't know for sure man, I only saw you interact with her once. But I do know that she was definitely interested then, and if she's been talking to you that much when you come in then I'd put money on her still being into you."

"She gives me free drinks a lot too, I test them for her."

A huge grin grew on Derek's face, "Are you kidding me? You're so in, Pretty Boy, I can't believe you're worried."

"Really?" Spencer turned to face Derek, surprise scrawled across his features. 

"Yes. Now try to get some sleep so you can be ready to visit her when we land." Derek laughed and closed his eyes again, sinking further into the soft seat. 

A small smile on his face, Spencer leaned his head up against the window and stared into the night, nervous energy building in his stomach and happy, hopeful thoughts running through his mind.

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The team touched down at one-fifty and Spencer rushed out of the jet. He got to the bar as fast as he could, it closed at three and he wanted to catch Y/N before she clocked out for the night. He had figured out over the week and a half that she usually worked until closing but he couldn't be sure that tonight wasn't an outlier. 

Out of breath, he barged through the doors, and then bent over to stabilize himself. He was exhausted from the case and the sprinting he had just done. When he straightened himself out, he found himself staring across the room and directly into a very surprised pair of bright, amused, E/C eyes. Great, he thought, he had just caught his breath and now here he was having it taken away again. He supposed he was ok with it though if it meant he could continue to lose himself in those eyes. 

He realized he'd been staring too long when he heard a cough from the other side of the bar. Whipping his head toward the sound, he realized it came from a smirking older gentleman, who winked at him and gestured with his head in Y/N's direction. Spencer blinked and focused back on the woman, who was oh so casually wiping down the counter without looking up at Spencer. He could tell she was paying more attention to his presence than she let on though, her movements were too deliberate to be natural, she knew he was there and watching. She was waiting for him. 

In three quick strides, he was in front of her, though she still remained intensely occupied with her task. He cleared his throat timidly and her eyes shot up at him, though her head was still tilted downward. Her H/C hair was draped gracefully in her face and, when it became clear that, despite how absolutely terrified Spencer looked, he wasn't going to move or say anything, she lifted her head up and threw the rag over her shoulder. Smirking and raising an eyebrow, she waited, arms crossed over her chest, for Spencer to say something.

He remained frozen in place, suddenly terribly worried about speaking. She rolled her eyes and smiled, "A whole week without a visit and you can't even say hello? I expect better manners from a well-educated man, like yourself." 

Spencer turned bright red as he heard gruff laughter from the man on the other end of the bar. He shook his head and gave the man the best glare he could muster in his flustered state. Coughing slightly, he flicked his eyes back to Y/N, who was leaning on the bar with her hands splayed out on either side of her and her arms locked, waiting patiently for a response. 

Spencer noticed at this moment that her pupils were incredibly dilated and she had used one hand to push the hair out of her face a moment before. He was a profiler, he should've seen these signs earlier. These were basic signs of attraction and though they could be explained in other ways, Spencer didn't care to think about that. All he cared about was that he really wanted to kiss this girl right now. And, deciding to throw caution to the wind, he did.

He took her beautiful face in both his hands and he kissed her, softly, sweetly, full of love and longing. And after an initial moment of shock, she kissed back, her hands moving up to rest on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He swore at that moment that he would never need another drink in his life so long as he could kiss this woman. He had never felt this kind of intoxication before, so content and thoughtlessly happy.

He pulled away and lost his breath for the... he wasn't sure how many times it had been, for once he hadn't been keeping track, but his breath was taken away yet again as he gazed upon what he was sure was the most awestriking sight on the planet. Breathtaking E/C eyes glazed over with attraction, those soft, freshly kissed lips, her chest moving with each rapid breath she took as she tried to fill her lungs up with air again, her eyes never leaving Spencer's. 

She laughed breathlessly, "Well, I suppose that's one way to greet someone." It took Spencer a second to process her words. When he did he let out a guffaw, overcome by the relief he felt that she hadn't slapped him or ran away or kicked him out. He bent over, attempting to calm his laughter but failing miserably. He supposed it was a reaction to the stress of his week and the sudden release of all the fear and tension he had just been holding, but he was sure that to her, and the old man down the bar, he probably looked deranged.

He kneeled on the floor trying to regain his composure, looking up to see her pretty face leaning over his side of the bar, head tilted in confusion and a small, slightly concerned smile on her face, "Look, buddy, I know I'm hilarious and charming and all, but that wasn't THAT funny."

Spencer took a deep breath and chuckled, standing up and brushing off his hands, "No, it wasn't that funny. But you can tell me all your best jokes say, Friday at noon? For lunch? I assume a dinner date wouldn't work with your schedule."

A wide smile spread across her face and she raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Did I, a mere plebeian, just get asked on a lunch date by Spencer Reid, Boy Genius?"

Spencer scoffed, "Well if you don't want to go I suppose I can retract the offer."

She rolled her eyes before grabbing his chin and pulling him in for another kiss, this one hungrier, more passionate, as confirmed by the wolf whistle from the other end of the bar. Y/N pulled away, hand still on Spencer's face, and glanced at the older man with a smug look on her face before looking back into Spencer's eyes, "I'd love to go to lunch with you." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and then grabbed a pen and Spencer's hand, writing her number on his palm. 

"Call me in the morning and we'll hash out the details." She smiled, "Now get the hell out of here, both of you," She said, shooing Spencer and the other man away from the bar, "You look exhausted and should go get some sleep, and you, sir," She said, turning her attention to the other man, "have had enough for tonight. I'd like to close up shop and get some rest myself."

Spencer nodded, his mouth sore from all the smiling, and kissing, he had been doing in the last fifteen minutes. Hesitating for a moment, he made another impulse decision and kissed Y/N on the cheek before turning to make his leave, "I'll call you in the morning Y/N. Goodnight."

He was almost out the door when he heard her respond, "You better!" 

The warmth of his heart filled him up and kept him smiling as he made his way into the night and home.

[andguesswhat]

Diary of a mall Santa Claus

Tumblr ate my post... :( I hope this works....

20

Rehearsal Day

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Armie rolls around in his bed, he did not sleep well. The conversation he had with Timmy still haunts his mind. "I'll be back. Soon. In January. I promise you that." "And then?" He had shrugged. "I don't know, we'll see." "I don't want that." "You don't want what?" "`We'll see...' I'd like to be with you. Like, really." "But so do I." "And what would that be, then? A long-distance relationship?" And Armie felt sick to his stomach. How could it be that he had been so happy just a moment ago and now none of that was going to be possible? "But there's nothing keeping me in Los Angeles. And I love New York." He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "I can move here." But the hoped-for smile in Timmy's smile failed to materialize. Instead, Timmy looked down at the floor and said softly, "I don't want you to move to New York because of me." "Why not?" Armie would have preferred to withdraw the question immediately, so afraid was he of the answer. "Because..." Timmy looked at him. "Because we've only known each other for just three weeks. I don't want you to move here because of me and then realize I'm not who you want to be with after all... All this pressure…!" Armie would have liked to tell Timmy that he didn't have to worry about that. That he was pretty sure he wanted to be with him very much, and was also pretty sure that wouldn't change anytime soon. But he understood Timmy's objection. After all, it could just as easily go the other way. Timmy realizing that Armie wasn't who he thought he was. Timmy was right, such an action would only add unnecessary pressure. So Armie kept silent. But he took Timmy's hand in his and slowly ran his thumb over every inch. Over those elegant fingers, the fine bones, the soft spot at the wrist.... There had to be a way out. He stroked Timmy's cheek, ran his index finger along the jawbone.... Gently ran his thumb over Timmy's lips.

If he had his way, he would never want to give Timmy away again. "And if I get a job here, can I move to New York then? Please?" Timmy looked at him attentively, laughed softly and finally smiled at him quite hopefully. "Maybe."

Maybe.

So Armie just needs a goddamn job. His cell phone beeps. A message from Timmy. “Can you do a British accent?” Armie speaks a high-brow message into his cell phone in his best British accent, ending with "Why?" His phone beeps again. A link to an audition tomorrow. A small production of "The Importance of Being Earnest" on Off Broadway. The thought is sweet, but also plenty crazy. He hardly has any experience on stage!

Armie has to smile anyway about Timmy's adorableness. It beeps again. “I'll ask Luca if he's free for us tonight.” Luca is an Italian lecturer at the university, of whom Timmy thinks very highly.

Armie sighs.

He can't disappoint Timmy now, can he? * In his acting class, he takes the precaution of practicing everything he does in a British accent, earning a few strange looks, which makes him doubt the whole idea even more. He'd better make sure he gets a job as a dishwasher. But Timmy's enthusiasm is unstoppable. When Armie shows up in the locker room in the afternoon, Timmy greets him exuberantly, his eyes light up, "We can go to Luca's after the shift!“ and then he is already kissing him, and it's so light and playful, like everything is already settled.

And Armie can't bring himself to tell him the truth. He has to at least try. For his sake. After their shift, they meet with Luca in a small rehearsal room and after 20 minutes it's already clear that this is going to be a long night but one that Armie never wants to miss. The creativity that suddenly unfolds in that room as they three talk about the play, the roles (John or Algernon) and Oscar Wilde is something Armie has never experienced before. It's so exciting and enriching. His acting class is quite nice but really complete bullshit in contrast to this. Here he is supported and challenged, and an "I don't know" is not allowed. By both of them. And it feels amazing. "Leeave ze bullshit aside, Armie! You knoow zeese peeople, don't youu? You knoow how rrich peeople are, rright?" Luca says and Armie is already so much in love with Luca, Timmy and this whole situation. Completely exhausted, he falls into bed late at night. With a happy and hopeful smile on his face that everything is going to be alright. *

[mpc-unofficial]

DMs:

Kalani, I know you probably want to keep your distance for a bit, and I can understand why… I think. However, I have to know, how exactly do you summon a persona? I mean, I’ve a vague idea, but now that I think about it I’ve no idea how it actually works. I’ve a sandwich with me, but it’s not actually working. Are you sure I summoned a persona with a sandwich?

Sorry about that I just— something happened and I need some space right now. I don’t blame you for anything to be clear, I just… sorry. I promise I’m not mad at you or anything.

On another note, why are you trying to summon a persona right now? Did something happen?

No! Nothing happened. Or at least, well, nothing that’s an immediate emergency. Also yea, I understand the whole needing space thing so I’ll try to stay away for a bit till you’re uh… ready to see me I suppose? On another note, have you been backreading the blog?

Not yet. I-I don’t actually think I’ll be able to for a while…

That’s… understandable. To give you a small rundown, I might have lied about the whole pelipper mail incident and now nearly everyone in the center thinks that you’ve gotten those bruises from a shadow.

That… honestly yea that’s probably a good idea for now. I’ll keep that in mind if anyone asks.

Still, what does this have to do with summoning a persona?

Due to… recent events and the small lie I’ve told. The MPC is starting to get extremely wary regarding the shadow nest. In fact, I think they’re only tentatively authorising people with a persona to enter it right now, which while valid, would also mean that you’re currently the only one with clearance to properly study Ordell, unless I’m also able to prove that I have one.

Why don’t you use the mysterious camera footage?

Because that would raise a million more questions that I do not have a good answer for? Like the fact that there’s currently something stalking us?

Right, yea, you have a point. Let me think about this for a bit…

Do you still have that old upgrade you used on Byte?

Yea? I don’t think I’ll be throwing that out anytime soon, but how is that related?

Try using that.

What?

Just… humour me for a bit?

Sure? Give me a second…

Wait, oh god that actually worked. How the heck did that work?!

It was a guess of sorts, but I had a feeling that any object with sentimental value should work.

Guess it is true to some extent.

Wait this would mean that the sandwich had sentimental value.

Yea, I’m still trying to figure that part out.

Oh, oh wait... I think I’ve figured that out. I… I think I need a moment to think about the implications of this.

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

[AU, SMUT] What Are You? | Bucky x Steve x Reader

Category: AU, Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Mafia themes, derogatory language, intercourse Ship: Steve x Bucky x Reader Summary: Steve and Bucky Are Planning Some Work With a Client, But What Happens When That Client Doesn't Respect Their Girl? Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2.6k

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Almost everyone knew - there was no doubt about that. Everyone should’ve known, at least, but those who didn’t pay enough attention… sorry for them.

Everyone who heard the sound of the heels clacking against the marble flooring would straighten themselves up as if the sound was coming from the men themselves.

Which men? Oh, which men indeed.

That’s not to say that the woman couldn’t have any kind of friendships with any of the men in the building - she does need a little bit of platonic fun here and there.

“Slow down, Aphrodite, you might chip the flooring.” A mocking voice calls from behind her. Despite it being from a familiar face, the other men still stiffen as if they were the ones doing wrong.

“You might shatter the mirrors if you look in them for any longer.” The woman retorts as she attempts to hide the grin that forms at her own comeback.

The man, however, doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he turns his strides into a jog to catch up with her.

“How do you even know how often I stare in the mirror? You spying on me?” Sam asks, the pair glancing at each other and both now smiling.

“So you admit that you stare at the mirror, and not just look at it?” The woman tactically avoids his question with her own retort.

Sam’s laugh echoes through the corridor they’re walking through. It’s quite spectacular really - some would mistake it for being a palace. A place where only the good-willed people reside. Almost a shame that it’s full of the likes of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers - the two men who own just about all the power there is in New York, let alone Manhattan.

“You know they’re not done yet, right?” The man quizzes, a content smile still on his lips as his hands rest in the front pockets of his black trousers.

The woman doesn’t respond, simply nods.

Sam catches it out the corner of his eye and simply shakes his head.

“You have a habit of interrupting their meetings.”

“And you have a habit of saying things that might get you killed one day.” (Y/N) answers, but her gentle smile admits that that’s not entirely true.

Her attire consists of a loose but very fitting crimson dress that sits mid-thigh, along with the matching red heels that are buckled around her ankles. A simple silver chain around her neck that has two small, but very expensive, black and red diamonds resting in the centre of her collarbone.

“Tell Steve that his car’s being valeted if he needs it anytime soon.” The man comments as he turns off down another corridor, different to (Y/N)’s route.

She simply nods again.

Why is it that she’s heading toward her husbands’ meeting? Because she’s interested in seeing how it will end. The man who has been persisting to speak with Steve and Bucky for the last sixteen months is desperate, to say the least. He wants investment in their three hotels that are situated across NYC, in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan.

She was the one who decided on where those hotels would be built, so she wants to see the man, John Walker, crumble as her partners’ pretend they care, only to tell him no.

It might seem like a waste of time but in reality, it’s to see how the man deals with hearing the word no, and whether Bucky and Steve need to deal with him.

“Ma’am.” Christopher greets as (Y/N) approaches the door of the conference room that her men are in.

“Chris.” She responds, nodding her head as he opens the door for her. “How’s it going, gentlemen?” The woman adds as she casually struts into the room, grabbing everyone's attention.

There’s a moment of silence as everyone turns to look at the woman who’s interrupted their meeting. Steve and Bucky simply smile as they take a moment to admire their wife.

“Excuse me?” John is the first to speak up and everyone’s attention turns to him, including (Y/N), who doesn’t seem phased by his evident frustration.

“You’re excused.” Her response is simple but ignites a spark inside of the man.

“Do you usually let whores just stroll around and cause inconvenience in their wake, gentlemen?” He asks, but his eyes remain on (Y/N).

The woman’s eyebrows raise, and a surprised but impressed smile etches its way onto her face. She says nothing. John stares at her with a quirked brow, waiting for a response from the two men his question was directed to, so obliviously aware of the fearful stares he’s now getting from everyone else in the room.

Bucky and Steve’s heads turned very slowly, in sync, back toward their guest, their smiles now distorted into that of pure fury.

“Would you like to say that again?” Steve speaks up first, John now turning his head toward the boss in curiosity of his sudden change of voice.

That’s when the man notices all the stares on him. His eyebrows furrow as he acknowledges everyone’s expression. His eyes flick from the other men in the room to Bucky and Steve, to (Y/N), and back to the two leaders.

He gulps.

“I said: Say. It. Again.” Steve enunciates.

“Come here, doll,” Bucky speaks up also, his eyes flicking from John to (Y/N) for a brief moment, his arm opening up and inviting the woman to situate herself on his knee.

The woman obliges, striding over to her husbands and letting the brunet’s arm wrap around her as she sits.

John’s eyes haven’t left Steve’s, too mortified to even blink, but he catches the action of Bucky and (Y/N).

Steve’s eyebrow quirks, reminding his guest that he’s waiting. And Steve hates waiting.

“I didn’t mean- I didn’t know she was- gentlemen, please, look, this is all a big misunderstanding, I just-”

“Called our woman a whore and an inconvenience.” Bucky finishes his sentence, his expression just as murderous as Steve’s, despite the soothing actions of his hand stroking his wife’s waist.

“I didn’t know she was your-”

“And you think that excuses it?” Steve interrogates. “You think calling any woman a whore is acceptable? An inconvenience?”

John gulps and the sound echoes in the room. His eyes flicker away from Steve’s for a moment to the woman herself, intentionally or not, but his eyes drop to the prominent cleavage on display.

Bucky smirks at the action that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by himself.

“Sweetheart,” Steve begins, John’s attention darting straight back to the blond’s once more. (Y/N) hums in response. “Who do you belong to?”

(Y/N) bites her lip, core throbbing at the obvious dominance and possession of the two men.

“You and James.” She whispers, Bucky’s hand gripping her waist tightly at the use of his birth name.

The sweat glistening on John’s forehead is clear as day.

Knowing what’ll get everyone in the room riled up even moreso, (Y/N) turns herself around so she’s facing Bucky, sat on his lap, legs on either side of his body. Everyone else in the room keeps their eyes firmly locked on the glass table or the white ceiling.

A pleasant hum resonates from the brunet’s throat, his hands naturally adjusting to rest on her hips.

The moment John’s eyes flicker to (Y/N) once more and then drift down her back, a gun is cocked and metal is pressed firmly against the back of the man’s head.

The woman goes to turn her head around to see what’s happened but Bucky’s lips locking with hers prevents that from happening. She whimpers against his mouth and he absolutely adores it.

“Bend over this table for me, doll.” The man murmurs. “Let’s show Mister Walker what a proper whore looks like.”

The excitement that sparkles in his wife’s eyes makes his cock throb between his legs.

“Yes, sir.”

The pet name makes both men throb.

The woman stands up and turns herself around, making sure every sway of her hips is a show to be watched. Her eyes lock with none other than their security lead, Tony Stark, who’s holding the gun up to Walker’s head, as she bends herself over the table, dress drooping at the front to display her cleavage.

Tony’s eyes don’t even flicker away from her own. The staff in this building know better than to try and indulge in what is rightfully Bucky and Steve’s. John, however, sees this as a prime opportunity to stare at what he believes he’s being offered, his trousers getting tighter.

(Y/N) sees it. She finds is humorous.

Bucky’s hands slide their way up the backs of his wife’s bare thighs, pushing up the crimson material as he reaches it.

Her eyes flutter shut and lips part in satisfaction at the feeling.

“Tell us what you want, doll.” Bucky mumbles, sitting the bottom of her dress at the base of her back, grinning at her lack of underwear.

“Touch me.”

The explicit word that escapes John’s lips are heard clear as day and he knows it, face once again panicking as he looks back at Steve, whose expression still hasn’t changed.

“Where do you want me to touch you, princess?” James continues, not paying an ounce of attention to anyone else in the room right now besides his missus.

His fingers stroke the top of her inner thighs, seeing her soaking wet core already dripping down them.

“Want you to touch my pussy.” (Y/N) breathes, eyes flitting open barely a millimetre.

James presses soft kisses on his wife’s ass before sliding his middle and ring finger lightly over her slit. The action gets a mewl out of her.

Fifteen men in this room in total, only two of them can touch this woman yet all fifteen are dreaming about it.

“Move.” Steve states, prompting John to widen his eyes once more, but this time the words aren’t directed at him.

Bucky grins and obliges, removing his hands from his girl and stands up.

(Y/N)’s eyes open fully this time as she whines in complaint at the loss of contact, but a large smack on her ass distorts her whine into a large gasp.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, sweetheart.” Steve states, manoeuvring himself so he’s stood directly behind his wife, Bucky casually pulling his own gun out of his inner blazer pocket and wiping it down with his hands.

John’s face stays facing Steve, but his eyes follow Bucky as the brunet moves behind him and out of his sight.

Tony takes the sign to back away and let his boss take over from here.

Steve has no shame as he unbuckles his belt, undoes his trousers and pulls out his rock-hard cock, stroking it with his hand a few times while his other hand returns to Bucky’s previous actions.

“You see that?” Bucky whispers in John’s ears, prompting the man to gasp and jump in his seat. He gulps again but remains silent. “I asked you a question.”

The man frantically nods, fearful for his life, and absolutely humiliated.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Steve murmurs, leaning down and moving her hair aside, kissing the back of her neck.

Before the woman can even respond, her husband thrusts himself inside of her in one go, (Y/N)’s back arching and moaning so loud that Christopher can probably hear outside the door, and Steve’s head being thrown back, his own moan equally loud.

Bucky almost loses his composure if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew not to falter when making sure a man like John Walker was wanting his woman.

“Fuck…” Walker whispers, lips parted as he stares at the woman in front of him being railed by none other than Steven Rogers.

“Keep watching because this is your death wish.” Bucky whispers, John’s eyes widening. “Does she look good?”

John nods his head almost desperately.

Her moans only get faster and louder as Steve fucks her.

“Remind him what you are, sweetheart?” The blond groans, grabbing the woman’s hair and pulling her head back so she’s more or less face-to-face with Walker alongside her other husband.

“A whore.” (Y/N) practically begs.

“Louder.” Steve demands.

“A whore!”

“I said: fucking louder!”

“A WHORE! I’m your whore, sir!” She screams, John losing it and standing up to lean forwards but a gunshot firing beside his head makes him stumble back down to his seat.

(Y/N) flinches are the known noise but settles quickly as Bucky strokes her face with the hand that’s not holding the freshly-fired weapon.

“Don’t you fucking dare move an inch toward our wife.” Bucky threatens to the man he’s leaning over.

John gulps but nods, not taking his eyes off (Y/N).

“Is she inconvenient now, Walker?” Steve asks, glaring daggers at the man. He only shakes his head, eyes only meeting Steve’s for a split second. “No?” He breathes. “Then what is she?”

The guest falls speechless, shaking his head as his eyes flicker between Steve and (Y/N).

“Hot as fuck.” He whispers, Bucky growling in his ear.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cries out, desperate eyes staring at Bucky’s, who smirks at her state.

“Think our girl wants to cum, Steve.” He comments, John panting in his seat.

“Yeah? You wanna show this scum what a good girl you are for us, baby girl?” Steve grunts, not slowing down but rather speeding up as he too reaches his peak.

The woman’s head nods in desperation, face flushed as her eyes flicker across all men in the room, including Tony’s, who simply winks at her before removing his stare.

“Say it, doll.” Bucky demands.

“I wanna cum.” (Y/N) gasps, watching her brunet lover shake his head.

“Gonna have to do better than that, doll.”

“Please,” She begs. “Please, daddy. Sir. Please, let me cum!” Her voice screams, Steve grunting in response to the feeling of her squeezing his cock, milking him for all his worth.

“Cum, baby girl.” He permits. “Cum like the whore you are.”

And how she does.

Her scream could shatter glass, Christopher would be concerned if he hadn’t already established the differences between the woman’s fearful screams and her pleasure-filled ones.

Taking full advantage of Bucky’s distraction, John leaps forward to get a taste of the woman who’s almost passing out from the pleasure, but that’s the last move he makes as a bullet is shot through his back, knocking him down onto the table.

Tony doesn’t seem phased as he shakes the smoke from his gun, settling it back into his pocket.

Making sure the woman doesn’t collapse atop the, now dead, man on the table, Bucky holds her up while Steve sorts himself out before pulling her back across the table and into his lap.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The blond whispers, smoothing the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) nods but keeps her eyes shut as she rests against her husband’s chest.

“Words, baby.” He requests.

“M’okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

Two of the security men alongside Tony head over and remove the body from the room, Bucky asking for someone to clean up the mess whilst walking over to his two lovers.

“We okay?” The brunet murmurs, Steve smirking and nodding before both paying attention to their girl who’s still half unconscious.

“Does anyone else in the room have anything to say before we carry on?” Steve asks, everyone shaking their heads frantically. “Good, now leave.” And they do.

“You okay, baby doll?” Bucky whispers, cocooning her cheek with his hand.

The woman nods and manages to open her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“That’s our girl.”

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Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun. 

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up… 

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration… 

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed… 

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan 

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth. 

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes… 

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it. 

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?" 

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus 

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to  apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub 

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else. 

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor 

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

[apompkwrites]

I just read your story, the one with Xiao and Albedo, its really good! I love it! Is it ok if you do the same thing but with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Diluc version. I can see how excited these guys are since Kaeya first appeared is clapping his hand, the way Childe call Lumine 'Hey Girlie', Zhongli with how handsome he is especially his eyes and with Diluc how mysterious he is when he appeared out of nowhere

Feel free to do it if you're not busy or you can ignore this :3

reader impact || first meeting cont.

series masterlist characters: kaeya, diluc, childe genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i’m glad you liked it! i’m having a lot of fun writing these so expect some more coming out :D i plan on doing more first meeting hcs and then branching off to other scenarios, so if there’s something specific, please request it! also, i’ve already done one for zhongli!

kaeya's playthrough -

he's more of a variety streamer, honestly.

most of his viewers watch him because of his carefree nature (as well as his looks).

obviously, he'd do a bunch of drinking streams whenever he could where he would just talk to his viewers about whatever came to mind.

during those streams, his viewers often try to ask him questions, which are only answered in vague statements.

his gaming streams are pretty rare compared to his chatting streams, but they're there nonetheless.

his viewers jump when they hear he's planning on playing genshin impact.

just neverending messages about a character they are convinced he will love.

he's so tempted to ask but decides not to, wanting to learn who this mystery character is on his own.

honestly, he was expecting you to appear way later in the story.

he's very interested in the looming threat of stormterror.

his character lands on the ground and he leans back to watch the cutscene play.

then he hears footsteps and sees his character look to someone offscreen.

this man practically LUNGES INTO HIS MONITOR WHEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO YOU.

you walk in clapping at a calculated pace, which is when he leans forward and stares at your character model.

"i can't believe you have the power to stand up against that dragon... that said, are you a new ally... or a new storm?"

"oh, hun, i can be whatever you want me to be."

HE'S ALREADY FLIRTING WITH YOU PLEASE HIS CHAT IS IN HYSTERICS-

he knows his chat is freaking out, so he turns to the camera and sends his signature smirk.

"now i know why you guys wanted me to play this so bad."

"(name), kaeya, you've come at the right time. we must..."

"now now, don't forget to introduce us."

"oh... right. this is (name), our cavalry captain. these two are travelers from afar."

"ooh, they're a person in charge, too?"

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING TO HIS CHAT BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO HIM.

he genuinely likes you. like genuinely. he's fallen deep and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

if your costume has that long v-neck like his does...

hOO BOY HE'S THANKING EVERY DEVELOPER OF THIS GAME.

anyway, he's heard that there are characters you can only obtain throguh wishes, so he's kind of nervous to find out if that's the case with you.

he just really wants you in his party so y'all can be mysterious together.

"let me show you how the knights of favonius conquer our adversaries!"

"oh, yes. please do."

his viewers can and will make compilations of him flirting with you.

ngl, he's looking forward to those.

sometimes, your voice gets all quiet and he melts when he hears that.

he will pay to have voicelines of you flirting with him--

when he enters your trial domain, he will purposely avoid completing it just in case he doesn't get to keep you.

he sees some of his viewers talking about how you're a bad character and that the other characters are so much better.

too bad, they're banned now.

no (name) slander in his chat, thank you very much.

he loves your quips whenever he uses your elemental skill.

he loves you even more if those quips are puns based on your element.

finally, he's nearing the end of your domain. when that happens, he will slowly turn towards the camera and stare.

"if they aren't a permanent member on my team, this'll be the last stream of genshin."

"let's continue our adventure, shall we?"

obtained (name): a thinker in the knights of favonius with a somewhat exotic appearance.

"okay, so we'll continue streaming genshin soon."

he'll put you in the first slot of his party, moving his traveler character to the second.

his streams will always include him flirting with you, even if you don't reply.

diluc's playthrough -

his streams are mainly bartending based, so he likes mixing drinks on stream for his viewers.

he doesn't drink them, though. he gives them out to his friends and family once the stream is over.

it's pretty rare for him to play games but he'll do an occasional gaming stream if his friends and family don't want any drinks.

his chat always makes fun of him because he's a bartender that doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

he's very blunt, so he's not afraid to drop a game immediately if he isn't interested.

in fact, that's almost what he did with genshin.

it's not like the game is bad or anything, diluc just didn't care for it because of all the hype his chat shared.

he keeps playing, though, because someone promised he would really enjoy a character that comes up in the prologue.

granted, it's over an hour or so but it doesn't matter--

when he gets to the domain teaching him how to use cryo, he hates every minute of it.

he hates the character he's given and just wants to leave.

the demo character is one he doesn't really care for, especially because he's the type of person he dislikes coming to the bars he works at.

his chat is laughing at him when they reach the end because the cutscene continues with the character he hates.

he feels a bit better when he learns the abyss mage is in the domain because he gets to see and hear something that isn't the cryo character.

then he meets you.

you run into the domain out of nowhere, quickly defeating the abyss mage and tossing it towards the corner.

"knights of favonius... always so inefficient."

his chat goes insane when your character appears, especially because of how dumbfounded diluc looks.

he's known for not really emoting and it's the same case for this scene. however, his chat knows he is in love with your character.

he takes a few minutes when he's kicked out of the domain but he clears his throat and looks over at the camera.

"i'll be streaming this game again soon when the others don't want any drinks."

YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY SAVED THIS GAME FROM BEING TOSSED AWAY WITHIN A MINUTE OF APPEARING

THE POWER YOU HOLD OVER THIS MAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME--

cut to after he's stolen the lyre and is sent to the tavern.

he's a bit excited because he gets to visit mondstadt's tavern but then--

"master (name), this is this week's accounts."

"they're back."

HE'S SO NONCHALANT BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S FREAKING OUT

he gets second-hand embarrassment when venti talks to you asking for the... least conspicuous table.

he's kinda sad when your character is suspicious of him, but he understands.

when the knights leave the tavern, he really wants venti to just shut up.

please you're embarrassing the man.

when he hears how you feel about him joining the knights, he is so willing to quit--

man just wants you to be proud of him and trust him :((

he's relieved to hear that you will help him and you don't hate him.

please give him validation--

childe's playthrough -

man is still rich he can do whatever he wants.

his gaming streams would definitely be pvp based games. honestly, just any game where he can fight someone, he'll play.

his chat also has a few little games they like to play together like guessing what the hell this man does to have so much money--

also his siblings crash in on his streams sometimes :D

those are pretty much the only times you'll see him be soft and not so competitive.

teucer likes crashing his streams to show off his plushies :))

anyway, genshin time!

he definitely tried to fight paimon the first time he loaded the game.

please expect lots of genshin stream from this guy because he needs to make his team deal the highest damage he can get.

also his wallet doesn't even have a dent in it despite all of the money he's spent on characters and weapons.

please sir what do you do for all that money

ok so onto your first meeting

he was really excited when the exuvia fell during the rite of descension because he thought he would get to fight whoever killed the great archon of liyue.

he really wanted to fight the millelith but then his chat convinced him to dodge them first.

one of his viewers explains that there's a character they know he'll like and he was very... intriguied to say the least.

he moves forward in his chair once his character is heard by the millelith, prepared to fight the various soldiers surrounding him.

"hang on, sweetheart. i've got this."

this man will squeal when you flip over the stairs in front of his character.

he doesn't know who you are and what you do but he knows for a fact that you are his new favorite character.

you take down all of the guards in two seconds, leaving him (and his in-game character) dumbfounded.

"come with me."

"o-okay..."

he's smitten.

he absolutely loves the way your character fights even if he met you about... a minute ago.

his siblings definitely come into his room to check on him because he's so quiet.

once he realizes you're a part of the harbingers, he's even more obsessed.

he hates the options the game gives him when he needs to respond because 2/3 of them are insulting you.

anyway he really likes listening to your voice.

he will give anything to hear you call him sweetheart again.

his chat informs him that the traveler he chose changed the nickname you give him, which makes him very happy.

when you send him off to talk to the other adepti, he's kind of disappointed he doesn't get to hang out with you.

but when he gets back to you...

"welcome back, sweetheart. how was your trip to jueyun karst?"

HE'S SOFT ALL OVER AGAIN PLEASE KEEP CALLING HIM SWEETHEART!!!

when he learns you're rich just like him... he gets all pouty. his chat, of course, wants to know why.

"... i want to be able to spoil her."

PLEASE HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU <3

[townofcrosshollow]

Twine Sugarcube 101

AKA, all you need to make a Twine game (I swear to god)

I’ve seen a lot of people go “Twine is too complicated for me :(” and give up before they’ve even started. And that makes me sad, partly because they’re giving up on a really cool hobby, and also because that’s false! It’s absolutely not too complicated for you!

I think the problem is that people look up Twine, see the documentation, and go “There’s way too much there! I can’t learn all that!” Well guess what- you shouldn’t learn all that, at least not yet. As a beginner you can skip pretty much all of this:

(Ignore <<linkappend>> too, forgot to crop that one out)

That’s a lot more manageable, right? Below the cut, I’ll let you know how to use all those remaining important things to make your story! Warning- it’s quite long! You might want to read it in sections! And while I’ll try to keep it entertaining, it’s also a coding tutorial, so... y’know. Might not be the most exciting read if you aren’t trying to learn Twine.

Welcome to below the cut!

First off, make sure your story format is set to Sugarcube 2. On the right side of the home screen (with all your stories), click format and choose the one labeled “Sugarcube 2.x.x” then open a new story with the green button! Here’s what you’ll see and what it all means:

Passages are all like individual web pages that you navigate between to play the game. When they’re linked together they’ll be shown like this:

Anything you write in a passage will just be shown on screen as plain text, no code required! But if you want to make anything more than just one passage with a bunch of text, you’ll have to link passages together with...

Links!

A link is composed of two parts- the text you see on screen, and the name of the passage you’re attaching it to. These are enclosed in [[double square brackets]], with a vertical bar | or a little arrow -> between them. If you want to show the passage name instead of alternative text, you can just put the passage name in square brackets alone! So this in the editor:

[[Visible text|Passage name]]

[[Visible text->Passage name]]

[[Passage name]]

Will look like this in the story:

Visible text

Visible text

Passage name

And all of them will lead to the passage labeled “Passage name.” You don’t even need to create the passage- when Twine sees that you’ve linked to a passage that doesn’t exist, it’ll add that passage for you.

That’s all you need to know! Technically, all you need to do to make a Twine story is add those fancy links between passages. If you add your awesome writing skills, that story will be super cool!

...but you want to do some fancy shit, right? Well let me introduce you to the next step up in complexity,

Variables!

“Variable” is a fun, code-y way to say “a bit of information that can change.” You could say they... vary.

Variables are useful for keeping track of information. If the player chooses to be blonde instead of a redhead, you might want to bring that up again- but you probably don’t want to write an entirely separate story based on that choice, right? So instead you save that information as a variable.

In Twine, variables are written as words with a $ in front of them. So my hair colour variable might be “$hairColour.” If you just write the variable out without any code, Twine will print the information you put into the variable. So if $hairColour is set to “blonde,” this...

She had $hairColour hair.

Will become...

She had blonde hair.

The value in a variable can be a boolean (ie. true or false), a number, or a string (like “blonde” or “any other string of characters”). They can also be fancy stuff like arrays, but we won’t be touching on that.

You can use variables to keep track of a lot of things! For instance...

How much money the player has

Whether a player has a key

What the player’s name is

I keep mentioning the value of a variable or “setting” it, but how do you do that? Well, one way is to add it to a link. If you want a link to set hair colour to blonde, for instance, you could write [[Blonde|Next passage][$hairColour to “blonde”]]. Clicking on that link would forward the player to “Next passage” and set the value of $hairColour to “blonde.”

There is a better way of doing it, however, but we’ll need to talk about...

Macros!

A macro is a snippet of code that runs when you put a special code word inside these <<spiky boys>>. You can write your own macros with JavaScript if you’re smart, find them on the internet if you’re even more smart, or just use the ones that come built in with Sugarcube.

The ones we’ll be talking about, and the ones that are the most important for most Twine games, are <<set>>, <<if>>, and <<link>>.

<<set>>

The <<set>> macro allows you to, you guessed it, assign a value to a variable. For instance, if you want to set $hairColour to blonde... well, that’s all you need to do! It’s just:

<<set $hairColour to “blonde”>>

It’s important to remember with the <<set>> macro that strings (collections of different characters) require quotation marks around them to show the code that it isn’t a number or a true/false value. If you put quotes around a number and try to do math with that variable, you’ll get a big ol’ error message.

If you’re using numbers, you can also use JavaScript operators in place of “to.” Each one will perform a calculation on the variable if that variable is a number, and then replace the variable with the result. If you want to add $5 to the player’s $money, you could use this:

<<set $money += 5>>

The “+=“ will add the number on the right to the variable on the left. “-=“ will do the same for subtraction, “*=“ for multiplication, and “/=“ for division. Easy enough, just don’t forget the = sign after the usual symbol!

By default, the <<set>> macro will be executed as soon as the page it’s on loads. Sometimes that’s useful, but sometimes you would rather the player click a link that sets a variable- like if they choose a hair colour. You might also want the same link to set multiple variables, like subtracting money and giving them an item when they use a shop. How do we do that?

<<link>>

The <<link>> macro is also pretty simple. All it does is create a link, and when that link it pressed it executes whatever is inside of it. Here we’ll be using it with <<set>>, but you can use it with all kinds of different macros and even nest some of them to do really complicated stuff!

As an example, we want the player to click “buy key,” give the player the key, and subtract $5 from their money. Here’s how we do it:

<<link “Buy key”>>

<<set $key to true>>

<<set $money -= 5>>

<</link>>

The text the player will click is in quotation marks, and after all of the macros we need to execute we have to close off the code by adding <</link>>. Easy, right?

But other than printing them on the screen, what can you actually use those variables for? Well, for that we’ll be using...

<<if>>

The <<if>> macro is my favourite, hands down, because it’s an easy way of accomplishing hard stuff. Simply put, <<if>> will check if the thing you asked about is true, and if it is, it will do whatever you put inside of it.

Here’s a simple example:

<<if $key is true>>

[[Use the key|Progress]]

<</if>>

Whatever is inside the <<if>> macro will be executed if the “if” statement is true. In this case, the link “Use the key” will be printed on the screen only if the player has the key. This also applies to code- if you put a <<set>> macro inside, that macro would only set a variable if the player has the key.

Now here’s a more complicated example, to show everything the <<if>> macro is capable of. Here we also want to check if they’ve already opened the door, and display alternate text if they have no key and the door is locked.

<<if $key is true>>

[[Use the key|Progress]]

<<elseif $doorOpen is true>>

[[Walk through|Progress]]

<<else>>

You need to find a key.

<</if>>

I’ll break it down line by line to tell you what each thing does.

<<if $key is true>>

This line is the only necessary one- it checks whether $key has been set to true. You can check for any value that a variable can be, like a number, true/false, or a string. You can also check for other things with this macro- for instance, “isnot” will check that the variable isn’t equal to the value on the right. “gt” or “lt” will check if the variable is greater/lesser than the value on the right, and “gte” or “lte” will check if it is greater than or equal to the value.

<<elseif $doorOpen is true>>

This line allows us to check for something else within the same <<if>> macro. Once the game has checked the original <<if>> and found that it is false, it will move on to checking each <<elseif>> until it finds one that is true. You can have as many <<elseif>>s as you need, and they can check the same variable or different variables, but only the first true one will be executed! And, of course, you can’t use <<elseif>> on its own- it’s stuck to the <<if>> macro!

<<else>>

This line is the last resort- if the original <<if>> and any <<elseif>>s have all been false, the game will execute whatever is after <<else>>. Because of this, there can only be one <<else>> line within any <<if>> macro! If you don’t have an <<else>>, nothing at all will be executed, so whether you include one depends on the situation.

<</if>>

This closes off the <<if>> macro. Nothing special, but very important! Put it after the last piece of code or bit of text you want the macro to control.

Phew. That’s it! That’s all I wanted to show you!

Now, HOMEWORK!

Okay, not homework, just practice. Here are some things you can try building to practice all these tools and get comfortable with how they work!

A store system with different items for different amounts of money

A character creation screen, followed by a description of your character (with variables!)

A puzzle that requires you to choose the right answer to proceed

If you have any trouble, need to ask any questions, or if something in this tutorial wasn’t clear to you, please let me know- you can DM me or send me an ask anytime and I’m happy to answer any Twine questions you have. I hope this was of use to you, and have fun making games <3

[3d-wifey]

Temptation Sings

Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words

A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.

Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.

This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.

"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.

"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.

You wouldn't be dating him if you did.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."

"Wha–"

"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"

He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."

"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"

"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.

You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.

Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.

Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.

"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.

_

"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"

"I've been telling you that it's okay!"

You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.

The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.

"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."

You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.

He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.

He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.

"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."

There was that stiffening again.

You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.

You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.

You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.

"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"

It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.

"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.

"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.

Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.

Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.

"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.

You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.

You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.

"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.

He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy

Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.

At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.

Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.

"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.

"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"

You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.

"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"

One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.

"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.

"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"

The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.

You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.

You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.

A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.

Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.

You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.

You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.

You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.

You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.

"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.

You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.

He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.

"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.

"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.

You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."

The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.

"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.

You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.

His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.

You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.

Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.

Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.

You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.

"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.

"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.

You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.

"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.

The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.

And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.

The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.

Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.

He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.

"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"

"Shut up, Ryuu."

[chippedaxe]

Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)

[girlgroupshots]

【Gift】

pairing: Taeyeon/Reader rating: T scenario: You decide to surprise Taeyeon on Christmas Eve disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. they do not represent any real events or individuals.

God this was stupid. What a terrible, terrible idea.

Those were the words you kept repeating to yourself as you prepared for what you planned to do.

In reality you knew that it was just the nerves getting to you. When it came to Taeyeon the two of you rarely did surprises. Everything was planned out and plotted ahead of time, in part because it had to be given her line of work.  

The less surprises the better was often the motto.

But today was different. It was Christmas, or rather Christmas Eve. If ever there was a time to step out of the usual framework of your relationship then today seemed as good a day as any. Or at least it had seemed so when you first decided to go down this route. Now you weren’t so sure.

Like most popular idols she had to work during the holidays. Which in turn meant that the two of you spent little time together. That was when you decided on this surprise.

Taeyeon was set to perform at a company dinner for employees and investors. One of many in fact, but there wasn't a person alive that would miss it given the oppurtunity. As far as she knew you would be at your mother's house spending Christmas Eve with family then tomorrow the two of you would meet up to spend Christmas Day together.

That was where the surprise came in.

It was moments like these that you were happy the two of you had come out to her some of her closest friends as they had been more than happy to help you set it up. Yeri in particular had been eager to offer her assistance. You knew she did it because she wanted to see her happy, but part of you wondered if she was so eager because she  wanted to see Taeyeon surprised and blushing. Mostly likely it was a bit of both; she was like her younger sister after all.

You waited by the back exit, shivering slightly in the Seoul winter. When the door finally opened up you froze for a second only to find relief when Yeri's head poked out.

"Come on! Hurry up!" she beckoned you in.

You quickly climbed the steps and entered the building, giving a slight shake in an attempt to warm up. "I can't thank you enough for this."

The youngest member of Red Velvet gave you a goofy smile in return, brushing off your appreciation as she led you through the halls. "Don't worry about it. I think it'll be hilarious."

Her words gave you the feeling that if placed on an alighnment scale Yeri really would be a chaotic neutral.

"In here" she stopped at a dressing room. "She's finishing up her performance so she should be here soon." Yeri opened the door, peaking in the room to make sure the coast was clear before letting you in. "And try not to be too loud, ok?"

"Yeri, it's not like that!"

But it was too late. The maknae had already closed the door, muffling her fit of laughter as she left the scene of the crime. It left you wondering just how much she actually knew. Or how much Taeyeon had told her. But that was a concern for another night. She said Taeyeon would be done soon which meant you only had a little bit to get ready.

The warmth of the indoors was a welcome change as you took off your jacket, setting it on the chair. As time passed you started to relieze that you didn't have much planned aside from this. While freezing out in the cold your mind had been racing with ways things could go badly that you didn't spend much time thinking about what you'd do if you succeeded. You could have at least stopped and picked up some last minute chocolates or maybe a stuffed animal as a gift.

"Y/N?"

An all too familiar voice cut through your runaway thoughts. You turned to see Taeyeon in the doorway. As always she was a vision of beauty in your eyes. She was still wearing her stage outfit, a simple holiday dress causing a few shameless thoughts to through your head. Taeyeon quickly turned to close the door behind her, before looking back at you with a confused but adorable expression. "What are you doing here?"

“Surprise?” you answered, not quite as convincing as you had imagined in your head.

 Taeyeon blinked, bewildered, but soon her expression gave way to a wide smile. She mad her way towards you, arms outstretched and soon they wrapped around your neck. Her smile shifted, turning into a slight grin. For as cute as she could be, Taeyeon was a mature woman. Something you were occasionally reminded of when she wanted to lay it on you. “Am I getting my Christmas gift early is that what this is?”

“That’s one way to look at it. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you” you explained.

“In that case...”

The Girls’ Generation leader trailed off as she leaned forward, her lips finding your collarbone. The contact of her lips against your bare skin was enough to send a shiver down your spine. One that was different from the kind the cold had brought. This one was pleasant and caused desire to pool in your stomach. Your head naturally craned to the side, offering more real estate for Taeyeon’s lips to explore.

“What are you doing...?” you finally managed to question, swallowing down the moan that threatened to come out. 

“What does it seem like?” Taeyeon responded, lips brushing against  your skin as she spoke. “I’m unwrapping my gift.”

As her hands slipped from your shoulders you began to realize you weren’t going to be leaving the dressing room anytime soon.

[gubler-me-up]

The Cure

Request: Not sure if you are taking requests but I’d love to see a one shot of that scene where Reid is getting washed down bc of anthrax and he asks the reader “I’m about to get naked, do you really wanna see that?” And the reader is like yeah and leads to some sexy times later lmaooo

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! While I was writing this I was like how do I turn this moment into something sexy??? but I think I figured it out so I hope it makes for a good smutty read!! Enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, swearing, mentions of anthrax

Word count: 2.7k

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“Go help Hotch,” Spencer insisted.

“Hotch has plenty of people helping him,” you assured.

The biohazard team was hosing him down with water to eliminate any traces of anthrax possibly lingering on his body. You felt bad you had let him wander off by himself even though he continuously insisted it was his fault. You wanted to stay by his side until he was taken to the hospital. You wanted to make sure he was okay throughout the whole process.

“He needs you more than I do,” he said.

You shook your head in protest. “Spence, I’m going to see you off to the hospital.”

“I’m about to get naked so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really wanna see?” He asked.

Without thinking you answered. “Yes.”

You quickly pressed your lips together as you realized what you had said. He looked at you in shock and you could feel the embarrassment tingling in your gut. The biohazard team looked on as if nothing had occurred but you could tell they heard you just by the brief looks they gave you. They seemed intrigued by what would be the next words to leave either of your mouths.

“Uh, maybe I will go see if Hotch needs help,” you said as you turned around.

“Y/N,” you heard him call.

You immediately turned around. You thought you turned around too eagerly because he looked thrown off by how quickly you switched your attention back to him. Or maybe he was still thrown off by your response to him. Either way you stood there waiting for him to say another word.

“I wa-”

“Dr. Reid, did you cut your hand?” Dr. Kimura asked.

Spencer looked at his left hand and you could see the instant look of panic wash over his face. You felt your heart drop as you saw how scared he looked and you were deeply scared for him. You both had thought he was in the clear for about an hour at that point which scared you even more. While they were hosing him down the anthrax had been going into his bloodstream.

He then let out a raspy cough. The panic started to come over you and you went right up to the glass that separated the both of you. He looked up at you and tried to tell you something but he was interrupted by a series of raspy coughs.

“He needs to get to the hospital now,” Dr. Kimura said.

“Spence, you’re going to be okay. Please tell him he’s going to be okay,” you begged.

“He’ll be okay once we get him to a hospital,” she reassured you.

She grabbed him by the arm and escorted him out of the room. The other biohazard team members rushed to the ambulance in the driveway. You ran out the door to meet them in the driveway. They took out the gurney and helped Spencer onto it.

You looked on in horror as he had trouble catching his breath. You didn’t even think your steps through as you walked towards the ambulance. As they put him in you were ready to climb in along with him. Dr. Kimura had to stop you immediately.

“Agent, you can’t be in the ambulance,” she said.

“But I have to make sure he’s okay,” you said.

“I know you do but I don’t want you to be put at risk. Meet us at the hospital to find out any further details about his health,” she said.

Before you could protest any further she hopped into the ambulance and closed the doors. You heard the sirens blare as they rushed out of the driveway towards the hospital. You ran towards the SUV and hopped into the driver’s side to get ready to follow them.

You took out your phone and called Hotch before you followed them. You impatiently waited for him to answer. You wanted to be by Spencer’s side as soon as possible so he had someone by his side to make sure he was okay. As soon as Hotch answered you frantically babbled everything you had to say to him.

“Hotch, Reid’s going to the hospital because the anthrax is probably in his bloodstream, so I’m going there right now to make sure he’s going to be okay,” you said.

“Y/L/N, how did that even happen? I thought they were going to hose him off,” he said.

“Hotch, I’ll fill you in later but I have to go. Bye,” you said and hung up on him.

You knew Hotch would call you out for your irrational need to panic but you didn’t care. You had to make sure Spencer had some sort of support. He had been through so much by himself and you couldn’t let him go through another downfall in his life alone. You put on your sirens and pulled out of the driveway before rushing to the hospital.

It had been an agonizing three hours of waiting for Spencer to wake up. Lucky for him he found the cure before he was rushed to the hospital. When he did wake up you made sure he was the first person he saw. It would have been you and Morgan but he went to go get an extra jello for Spencer for when he woke up. You and Morgan had eaten both of the jello’s in his room because you both got hungry as you waited for him to open his eyes.

You were over the moon when he had woken up. You couldn’t contain your excitement and went in for a hug immediately. You made sure it wasn’t too tight but close enough so he could feel the warmth you had to give to him. He wrapped his arms around you to hold you tight to him.

He couldn’t thank you enough for being by his side the whole three hours he was asleep. You assured him you would have waited longer if need be. The need did arise when Dr. Kimura informed him she wanted to keep him overnight to make sure he was fully stabilized. You told him you would stay with him as long as possible before the hospital had to send guests home for the night.

You were walking back to his hospital room with a paper bag full of fresh fries from the mom and pop diner from across the street. Spencer said he wished he had some fries to balance out his plain Jane hospital ham and cheese sandwich. You took it upon yourself to get it for him. It was the least you could do for him after everything he had been through in the day.

You knocked on his hospital room door before entering. He was reading a sports magazine Morgan had left behind in his room. From the look of confusion and dissatisfaction on his face you didn’t think he liked it very much. He looked up at you and instantly smiled as he tossed the magazine onto the side table.

“Hey, I got those fries you wanted,” you said.

“Aw, Y/N, you really didn’t have to,” he said.

“Spence, this isn’t the time for you to be overly considerate about my time or money. You almost died today,” you said as you closed the door behind you.

“That’s no excuse to splurge on me,” he said.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible sometimes. If you don’t want them I’ll gladly eat them for you.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want them, I just said you didn’t have to but since they’re here I’ll eat them,” he said.

You laughed as you walked up to his hospital bed. You sat on the edge and handed over the bag. He smiled as he gladly took the bag from you.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. I really appreciate you,” he said.

“No problem. Anytime,” you said.

“Can I ask you for one last favour?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said.

“Can you pull the curtains? I don’t feel comfortable with people watching me eat through the windows,” he said.

You got up and walked over to the big curtain to pull it across to block out anyone from looking in. The only light pouring in now was from the little gap of space at the top. You looked over at him with a smile but soon noticed he had put the bag of fries on the side table.

“Aren’t you hungry?” You asked.

“I’m actually curious about what you had said earlier,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow in question to what he meant but you already knew what he was asking about. You walked back over to him and sat on the edge of his hospital bed. You knew he could see through your disguise of playing dumb. You sighed and decided to come clean instead of trying to lie to a profiler.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked. I know it was totally inappropriate and unprofessional and I’m sorry,” you rambled.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Because I wanted you to stay,” he admitted.

It took a second for you to comprehend what he said. Your eyes widened as you took in his desire for you to be there as he got naked. You didn’t have any words to say to that. On the inside you were screaming at a high pitch that only dogs could hear but nothing left your mouth. You could see Spencer’s open expression soon fade into a worried one.

“Uh, sorry. Maybe you didn’t mean-”

You leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips to prevent him from continuing his sentence. When you leaned up from him you could see a thrill spark in his eyes. You softly giggled as you felt adrenaline come over you.

“I think you’re really special, Spence and for months now I’ve had you on my mind,” you confessed.

“So have I. Eight months, twelve days and eight hours to be exact,” he said.

You chuckled. “I’m glad we’re on the same basis. If my profiler skills are on point you didn’t want me to close the blinds so you could eat.”

He smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You chuckled as you crawled onto the bed and swung your leg over him so you could straddle him. You leaned closer to him so you were right in front of his face. He couldn’t hide his true intentions from you now. He couldn’t help but laugh as you caught him red-handed.

“How about we stop talking and start doing?” You asked before planting a heavy kiss on him.

He latched his hands onto your hips. He lowered your body down so your pelvis could touch his. You could feel how hard he was through his hospital gown. You slowly grinded on his hard bulge to get him even harder. He moaned through the kiss and you loved hearing him being unable to even form a proper word to express how you made him feel.

He slid his hands down to the bottom of your skirt and moved his hands up to pull it up. He managed to slip his fingers underneath you and slowly stroked the cloth of your underwear. You started to moan yourself and you wanted more of what he was doing to you. You moved your underwear out of his way so he could get to stroke you properly.

He didn’t hesitate to run his fingers up and down your folds. He made sure not to forget to pay your clit a visit here and there. You moaned in pleasure as you let him feel you for the first time. You unbuttoned the first four buttons of your blouse because you were getting hot. Spencer had no problem with you revealing more of yourself to him. In fact he looked ecstatic to see you loosen up even more.

He then inserted two fingers into you. You nearly lost your mind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He looked you in your eyes as he did. He had a small smirk on his face in response to how you could barely contain yourself anymore. He leaned forward to trap you in another lengthy kiss. From your lips he kissed along the side of your face until he reached your ear.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time to know how you feel,” he whispered.

“I hope it’s everything you’ve ever desired,” you moaned.

“It’s more than I could ever desire,” he whispered.

His words alone could send you over the edge. You pulled back the sheets from under you and proceeded to lift his hospital gown. You gently took his fingers out of you as it was time for you to show him how good you could feel.

You grabbed his dick from underneath you to hold it in place. You gently slid down onto it and you both let out a moan in unison. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support as you gently rode him. You would go faster but you thought he had already been through a wild ride during the day.

The way he grabbed your hips to motion you to go faster indicated to you his heart could take it. You obliged and quickened your pace as you continued to let out countless moans. You looked in his eyes as you rode him and you could see how lost in lust he looked.

“How do I feel now?” You asked.

“Amazing,” he said.

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. You couldn’t get over how amazing his kisses were. You didn’t know if you liked his kisses more or his dick. He was definitely the whole package all around and you couldn’t get off the high he made you feel.

You continued to ride him for a few minutes and it was becoming harder and harder for both of you to contain your moans. You then felt him grab your hips to hold them still. You were confused until he started to buck his hips up into you. You accidentally moaned louder than expected so he hushed you as he continued to buck his hips.

“I’m about-”

“Just fucking cum in me.”

“You su-”

“Yes, just do it.”

He grunted as he came in you. You moaned out a sigh and eased up off of his dick. You two were heavily breathing but catching your breaths didn’t stop you from kissing each other. You could have kissed him for hours on end but a knock on the door scared you so deeply you jumped off of him. You fixed your skirt and buttoned your blouse as quickly as possible as Spencer pulled down his nightgown before covering himself with his sheet.

“Come in,” he said.

A security guard came in. He looked at the both of you and for a second you were nervous he knew what you two did. You didn’t exactly care if you two were caught by him but it didn’t make a good first-time story to remember. You immediately grabbed your bag because you came back down to reality and realized what he was going to say.

“Visitation hours are up, miss,” he said.

“I know, I’m leaving now,” you said.

He nodded and left, closing the door behind him. You looked over at Spencer and the both of you laughed. You leaned in and gave him one last kiss.

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning to pick you up,” you said.

“Thank you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he said.

You smiled. “Me either. See you tomorrow.”

You turned around to walk towards the door. You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself as you thought about the possibilities of tomorrow and the future with Spencer held. Before you turned the doorknob to leave, you heard him call you.

“Y/N,” he said.

You turned your head. “Yes?”

“I can’t let you leave without asking you on a date. Would you like to go on a date next week?” He asked.

You giggled. Even though the two of you just had sex in his hospital bed, he still had to be a gentleman about the whole thing. He was definitely the best guy you had ever known. You nodded in excitement.

“I would love to, Spence,” you replied.

He smiled. “Awesome. I can’t wait. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Spence."

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[oh-ranpo]

i’ll be there.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader summary: the one where bucky just needs someone to talk to. word count: 3.4k+

It started with a phone call. 

It was late, and you were almost asleep when your phone started buzzing restlessly on the nightstand next to your head. You didn’t bother checking the caller id as you reached for the receiver and lifted it to your ear, hitting the accept button in the process.

“‘llo?” you greeted groggily, but you were met with silence. Your brows furrowed slightly as you pulled the phone away from your ear to see who was calling, and your heart stuttered in your chest when you saw Bucky’s name lit up on your screen. It wasn’t like him to call so late. It wasn’t like him to call at all. “Buck?” You pressed. “Bucky, are you alright?” 

You could feel a pressure on your chest as you waited for a response, and finally, after a couple more seconds, you heard a heavy breath release on the other end of the line.

“I’m sorry it’s late. I probably shouldn’t have called, I just… I didn’t know what else to do.” You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that, but despite the fact that it was already well past 2am, you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon.

“Don’t apologize, I just wasn’t expecting to hear from you,” you murmured as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position before leaning back against the headboard of your bed. “What’s going on?”

That first phone call, he didn’t say a lot. You could tell that he really just needed someone to keep him company to help distract him from the thoughts and nightmares that were swirling through his head, and you really didn’t mind being the one to provide it. You and Bucky had been friends for a while, but you had never considered that you might be the one he went to when he didn’t know where else to turn. That had always been Steve, and now, you assumed that would be Sam. It made the most sense anyways. And yet, you were the one that found themselves listening to his gentle breathing as you waited for him to share what was on his mind.

You thought that it was just a one time thing at first, but then, you started receiving phone calls at all hours of the night a couple of times a week. Sometimes, it’d be earlier - around 9pm or so - and sometimes, it’d be just as the sun was rising and the ringtone of your phone would wake you up just before your alarm had the chance to.

“Please, don’t feel like you have to keep answering,” Bucky pleaded one morning when he just received a simple sleepy grunt as a greeting. “I know it isn’t fair of me to keep waking you up like this.” But really, you didn’t mind at all. 

Your life was pretty calm, and while you did have to go to work, starting your day or ending your night with a conversation with a friend wasn’t something that you had a problem with. The only time his phone calls came late into the night was on the weekends when he knew that you wouldn’t have to be anywhere the next day, despite the fact that you told him to call you whenever he needed someone. You weren’t about to cast him aside just because you might feel a little groggy the next morning. 

It took him a couple of hour long silent phone calls before he started sharing some of the reasons for why he was in need of company in the first place. Mostly, it had to do with the nightmares. He would never share specific details, but you were able to gather enough from the little tidbits he would share that they had to do with his Winter Soldier days. Your heart ached in ways you couldn’t explain as you tried to imagine what that might have been like - to be a stranger in your own body, and have to relive the memories of something you did but couldn’t stop. He didn’t say it, but you knew that seeing those people and seeing what happened, it broke him a little bit each time. They were things he could never take back, lives that he could never save, and it was eating him alive. You didn’t know how he did it.

While he talked, you listened quietly, and when he would fall silent, you would remind him that the Winter Soldier was gone, and that he wasn’t him anymore. The freedom he had gained during his time in Wakanda was the beginning of his new story, and that things would get better. The scoff that filled your ear told you that he didn’t believe you, and for the moment, that was okay. You knew that it would take a while of convincing before he believed you, and you were more than willing to stay patient enough until he did. That’s what friends were for, and if he was going to allow you on this journey with him, you intended to see it through.

Once the floodgates opened, the phone calls started coming more regularly and at a more set time. Every night, your phone would light up at 9pm, and every time, you knew who was on the other end of the line. When you answered, Bucky would greet you, his voice sounding a bit lighter each day, and you would let him dictate how the conversation would go from there. 

Even though you weren’t sitting across from him, you could usually tell how things were going to play out depending on the tone of his voice and the speed of his speech. If he was quiet and didn’t say much, you knew that he was having a bad day. If he started telling you about something that had happened to him earlier in the day, you knew that he was feeling a little more peaceful. It was the little things that you picked up on, and those little things helped you better communicate with him. You were never pushy. You never pressed for answers that he didn’t want to give, and you found that, usually, he would eventually give them to you if you were just patient enough.

“You probably think I’m crazy, don’t you?” Bucky chuckled dryly one night, about a month into your new phone call routine. You were sitting at the dining room counter, a cup of hot cocoa warming the palm of your left hand as you held your phone to your ear with your right. For a moment, your lips downturned in a small frown at his question.

“Why would I think that?” You asked gently, and you could hear Bucky sigh. 

“Why wouldn’t you? I’m a 106 year old man who can’t seem to function properly in the real world. and I still need someone to chase away my monsters when the sun goes down.” The vulnerability in his voice made your stomach churn as you leaned forward against the counter, bracing yourself for the direction the conversation was now heading.

“What happened to you doesn’t make you crazy, Bucky. You are not the product of your circumstances, you are James Buchanan Barnes and you always have been. So, no, I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re doing the best you can.” You couldn’t see the small smile that formed on Bucky’s lips as his eyes went glassy, but you could hear the small, murmured ‘thank you’ in response. You still weren’t sure if he believed a word you said, but you hoped that your words brought him at least a little bit of comfort. 

After that particular night, things took another turn. You never told anyone about the phone calls that you and Bucky shared because you saw them as something private. If he wanted to share it with people, he could, but you didn’t feel like it was your place. He was trusting you with what little vulnerability he was willing to show, and you weren’t going to give anyone else any unwanted access to that side of him. You just thought that you were being a reliable friend by picking up the phone and listening. So, imagine your surprise when, less than a week later, instead of your phone ringing at 9pm like it usually did, there was a knock on your front door.

At first, you were a little annoyed that someone would be stopping by just when you were expecting Bucky to call you. While you didn’t tell anyone about the calls, you still looked forward to them. You loved hearing his voice or just knowing that he was sitting on the other end of the line. The conversations you shared had brought the two of you inexplicably closer, even though you could see it if you were watching the two of you together in public. You thought about ignoring it, but when a second, lighter tap filled the room, you knew that you had to at least see who it was. You could lie and say that you were getting ready for bed and ask them to come back later. It was 9pm, surely they’d understand. Only, when you moved to open the door, you were surprised by who you saw standing on the other side.

Bucky gave you a sheepish look as he stood in your doorway, a pair of dark-wash jeans and a leather jacket adorning his body. He lifted his right hand to rub the back of his neck nervously, and you could tell that he was uncomfortable standing there, as if he was unsure whether you would be happy to see him or not.

“I hope it’s okay that I stopped by,” he murmured softly. “I know I usually call but I was in the neighborhood and I-“ 

Bucky stopped mid-sentence when you stepped to the side and gestured for him to come inside. A look of relief filled his features as you gave him a welcoming smile and allowed him to step around you before closing the door behind him. 

“You’re always welcome here, Buck,” you grinned as you led him down the hallway and towards your living room. “You should know that by now.”

Bucky hadn’t really planned to stop by your apartment, but in the moment, it had just felt right. He had been walking the streets, trying to clear his mind, and his feet had led him here, to the doorstep of the one person who seemed the most capable at keeping his dark thoughts at bay.

Like with the phone calls, Bucky sat silently on your couch at first, his gaze shifting from a random spot on the wall across from him to his gloved hands. You watched, and then tried to focus on something else when you felt he might become uncomfortable with your staring. You hadn’t expected him to ever move past the late night phone calls, but having him sitting next to you now gave you hope that maybe things were getting better.

It wasn’t that things were getting better, it turned out, it was just that Bucky had really begun to trust you. You broke down walls that only Steve Rogers had ever managed to climb over before, and he found it easier to open up to you than Sam, and especially his therapist. You were an objective third party in all of this. You weren’t an Avenger and you hadn’t been put in the same situations that he had so you were able to give him a new perspective. Sure, you didn’t understand the trauma or the guilt that swirled inside of him, but you always seemed to say or do the right things that helped silence it, if even for a couple of hours.

Eventually, Bucky would just start talking about his day and he would ask about yours. The conversation would stay light, and often, he’d leave without touching on some of the deeper things that he usually talked about on the phone. You figured this was because sitting in front of someone and saying those things was far more intimate than saying it through the phone. He didn’t have to see your face and you didn’t see his when he opened up the darkest parts of his mind, so you understood. Either way, you were enjoying his company, and judging by the fact that he kept coming back, you could only assume that he had truly grown to enjoy yours as well.

In those lighter conversations, you could start to see a part of Bucky that you hadn’t really seen at all in the couple of years that you had been friends. He had always had a little edge to him - a hard exterior so that the outside world couldn’t get in and nothing inside of him could get out. However, after about a week of his nightly visits, you could see the tension in his shoulders was gone, and he would lean back against the couch in a far more relaxed way than he ever had before. A smile would form on his lips when he would reminisce on young Steve memories or when he shared something stupid Sam had done on one of their missions. The Winter Soldier was a mere blip in his memory during those nights, and you felt lucky that you were the one that got to see the slow change first-hand. You had also started feeling other things for the man you considered a friend, but you knew it wasn’t the time or place to investigate that any further.

“This is nice,” Bucky murmured one evening on one of his better and more upbeat visits. “It’s nice to sit here and just relax, you know? There hasn’t been a lot of peace lately, and…” His voice trailed off as you could see a cloudy look fill his eyes. You watched as he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment, but then he was able to pull himself back as he shook his head slightly and his gaze fell to his hands. “It just feels kinda normal.”

Your heart lurched in your chest at his words, and you had to stop yourself from reaching out for him. 

“Hanging out with a friend is normal, Buck,” you replied gently. “It doesn’t matter what time of day or how it’s done.” 

Slowly, Bucky lifted his eyes back to meet yours, and there was something in his expression that you couldn’t quite track. Sam always teased him about his scowl and his staring, but this time, it wasn’t anything like that. It was more open and you could see a mixture of sadness, relief, and maybe… hope? You couldn’t be sure.

“Everyone needs a friend like you,” you heard him mumble as he turned away, and your heart thundered in your chest as you had to hide your smile behind your hand. 

You lost track of how many nights in a row he had started coming over, and eventually, it almost became implied that he was going to stay. You didn’t exactly live close to one another, and as the two of you stayed up later and later, and you hated the idea of him walking across the city back to his apartment when it was so late.

“You can stay here,” you offered when a small yawn slipped through his lips and you caught sight of the time on the clock on the wall. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Bucky had looked at you skeptically for a moment, and you weren’t sure that he was going to accept. You knew that the nightmares played a factor, but it only made sense to you that he be in a place where he would feel safe should he have one. You didn’t say as much, but you hoped that he would have the same thought as you.

“I can sleep on the couch,” he replied, and while you wanted to insist that he sleep somewhere more comfortable, you didn’t push it. You had seen his apartment and knew where he slept, and you would let him choose his own level of comfort while staying with you.

After that, the two of you became practically inseparable. Your friendship took on a whole new meaning as you hung out in the mornings, evenings, and any time that you weren’t at work or he wasn’t busy with other things. He would stay at your apartment religiously, and it almost began to feel like you had a roommate after a while. A roommate that preferred sleeping on the couch to a regular bed, anyways. You knew that Bucky didn’t want to impose, but you never gave him a reason to feel like he was. You made him feel welcome, and you always made sure that he knew that you didn’t mind sharing your space with him.

“So, how long has it been?”

Sam had come over to your apartment that evening for a nice homemade dinner that you had offered to make, and while him and Bucky sat on the couch while you finished things up, Sam had posed the question. 

It wasn’t like your new bond was a secret. Anytime anyone was around the two of you, they could see it. They could see the way Bucky lit up around you, and they could sense the comfort and reassurance that rolled off of you every time you spoke to him. To some, it could seem like a normal friendship, but knowing how Bucky was when it came to letting people in, those that knew him knew that whatever was happening was something special.

“How long has what been?” Bucky asked, annoyance slipping into his tone as he replied. Sam looked over at him and gave him a knowing look.

“How long has it been since you’ve felt like this about someone? And before you say you don’t know what I’m talking about, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Instinctively, Bucky glanced over his shoulder towards the direction of the kitchen where he could hear you moving around. A smile quirked up the corner of his lips as he thought about the last couple of months and how close the two of you had gotten. He couldn’t deny that his heart had become quite invested, but he also knew that was a dangerous situation to find himself in, so he never brought it up.

“It’s been a long time,” he answered honestly, even though he didn’t really want to dive much deeper than that. “If ever.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose at Bucky’s response, and almost immediately, a smirk formed on his face. Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked away, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam’s smile soften.

“Does it scare you? I mean, I know that has to be a lot.”

Bucky sighed as he focused on his hands - no longer gloved and hidden away - as he tried to piece his thoughts together. He knew that he probably should be scared, especially with everything he knew about love and caring for another person. However, it just wasn’t there this time.

“With her?” He started before lifting his head to meet Sam’s gaze once more. “Not at all. For the first time, with this one thing, I’m not scared at all.”

He could tell by the look on Sam’s face that he hadn’t expected that response, but before he could say anything more, you entered the room and all of Bucky’s attention was stolen away from him. Bucky moved to stand up as you told them both that dinner was ready. You could tell from the way the air felt around them that they had been talking about something important, but neither one of them offered to share what it was. As Bucky moved passed you, he dropped a kiss to your temple as he thanked you, and his arm snaked around your waist for a quick side-hug before he guided you back towards the dining room.

It was easy. The slow transition from hesitant late night phone calls to whatever was happening now was so seamless, you could hardly believe there was a time where things weren’t like this. When you looked at Bucky now, you saw a man with a traumatic past who was moving forward towards a better future. If you asked him, he would say it was only because you had been there to help, but you couldn’t take that much credit. Everything he had done, he had done because he wanted to. You were just the lucky one who got to be there to celebrate with him when he finally came out on the other side.