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puppycak3s · 2 months ago

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Please | a Soft!Dom Husband James Sunderland x Reader

Cw: domestic, lil bit of angst but it gets resolved, soft dom to desperate kinda subby, PinV, writted with afab anatomy in mind but no gendered terms are really used, marking, reconnecting, so many love bombs, breeding, hand guiding, use of daddy but in a "you're gonna be the father of my kids" typa way, so feral for dadbod james (what who said that ashsh)🫶

"Missed you" you breathed against him, arms tightening over him in a protective embrace.

His arms faltered in shock. He wasn't expecting you to rush him in a hug the second he came through the bedroom door. When he left you had been sound asleep. He chuckled a bit, smoothing your hair down as he returned your embrace.

"I missed you too honey"

he kissed the top of your head.

"I wasn't gone that long was I? I was just dropping Laura off at school, I thought I had told you earlier."

His voice was sympathetic and soothing, he hated to worry you, he swore he had told you the day before. Maybe you had forgotten. Maybe he should have woken you before he left, but you looked so damned peaceful all wrapped up in the covers. He couldn't bear to. You trembled against him, wearing only your pajamas as you had sprung out of bed the moment you heard the door click. Of course he noticed, breaking from the embrace to look at you.

"Hey, hey it's okay sweetie, everything's alright. Laura's safe and I'm here."

He shushed you as he led you back to your shared bed.

"You've got to be freezing, poor thing, let's get you under the covers, c'mon sweetheart."

He sat next to you as he draped the duvet around your shoulders, mattress creaking slightly under his weight. You shivered and trembled next to him. His brows furrowed in worry.

"Baby is everything-" he was cut off by you climbing into his lap, blanket falling off your shoulders as you nestled into his chest. He let out an amused laugh, as he wrapped his arms around you again, holding you close to him.

"Missed you" you repeated into his shirt.

He sighed as he rubbed your back in comforting circles.

"I know honey, I know."

"Need you" you said softly, muffled by the fabric.

He scoffed playfully.

"Need me? I'm right here honey"

he moved you back a bit to look at you.

"Hey, what's the matter hm?"

You stared at him, your eyes were glassy and dialated as you blinked up at him. He could almost swear he saw something in them, but he couldn't quite make it out. You breathed out sharply, as you repositioned yourself, straddling his hips. His mouth opened a bit in surprise as his eyes drifted down. Down to where your pj pants were pressed against his slacks. The thin material did nothing to hide the steady heat emanating from between your legs.

"Sweetheart?"

He said a bit breathlessly. He was caught off guard. It had been awhile since the two of you had been intimate. Between both of your busy schedules and raising Laura, there was little to no time for it. Both of your jobs left you utterly exhausted, and adding a growing child into the mix didn't help with that. The last time had only been spur of the moment down in the laundry room, praying you would have enough time before Laura woke up. It wasn't ideal.

His mind shifted back to the present as he felt your hand trace along the seam of his slacks. You could feel him beneath the fabric, already half hard and twitching.

"I missed this."

You said hand cupping him, squeezing gently, making him jolt a bit. You leaned forward, breath heavy against his neck.

"I missed your cock, James"

you whispered.

He felt the air leave him im a steady whine as his hips bucked involuntarily into you, jostling you and causing you to grip onto his shoulders. His hands fidgeted as he formed them into fists. Fighting with all he was worth not to grab you right now.

"What- what brought all this about?"

His voice was strained, using the last bits of his composure. He had to make sure you were okay first.

His hand went to hold your own, taking it away from where he desperately craved your touch, but he needed you to focus for him. Your eyes met his, searching.

"Is it wrong for me to desire my husband?"

It wasn't cold, just a rhetorical question. His hand slid up to hold your face, you eagerly melted into his touch. You always did.

"Of course not darling, that isn't what I'm trying to say"

You sighed a bit resignedly, averting his eyes.

"Don't you miss me too, James?"

His other hand came up to your face, ducking his head a bit to look at you directly.

"Every day, every minute I'm apart from you." He smiled a bit despite himself "sometimes even when you're in the next room helping Laura with her homework, I'll miss you."

You returned his smile, closing your eyes as your hand rested atop his.

"Oh that girl, I love her to pieces but sometimes it makes- this- a bit of a problem." You sighed happily. "I wouldn't trade her for the world though."

James nodded, returning the sentiment. He gently prompted you.

"But that isn't what's wrong is it?"

You leaned against his chest again, one of the most comforting places for you.

"I just.. I miss you, I miss feeling that closeness to you- I just feel like the longer we go without it.. it'll just.."

you shook your head.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, we're married, we see eachother every day but I just- I miss when you would just-"

you move your hands slightly trying to make a point.

"I dunno just..jump my bones?"

James laughed at that.

You smiled giving him a mock glare as you giggled yourself.

"You know what I mean!"

You said sitting up to playfully hit his shoulder.

"Whoa whoa hey, easy!"

he said, stifling his laughter as he went to grab your arms to quell your attack. You both fell to the bed, James slightly on top of you as you laughed together. It was silly, but it felt good. Sharing a soft moment together like this.

You both regained your composure as you looked at eachother lovingly. He brought his hand up to brush some stray hair behind your ear. His touch burned against your skin. Sending shivers down your spine. You were so damn pent up, he had to be too.

"I'm- sorry..."

He started, searching your eyes.

"I've- we've been just so busy with Laura and work"

he brought his hand down to rub your shoulder.

"There doesn't ever seem to be.. a right time for.."

He exhaled softly, starting again.

"I love you. So..so much. I want that closeness with you too. I want to show you that I love you, but I want it to count."

You quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Talking about the laundry room?"

He let out a small laugh.

"Yes. Exactly."

He drew you closer to him, touching his forehead to yours.

"I want- I need to be able to take my time with you, make sure I'm making you feel good".

His hand found its way to your waist.

"Make you feel how much i really love you, how much i need you."

Your breath caught a bit. His words weren't dirty but it still had the same effect on you. Rubbing your thighs together to get some friction.

He noticed, humming softly at you.

"Hm, poor thing"

he tutted.

"How about..you let me take care of you..the way you need it, hm?"

Dear god that man was gonna be the death of you.

You nodded your head before you even realized it.

"Please, god, James please". He smiled at you again, his eyes soft.

"That's what I like to hear honey. Now come on, let's get you comfortable hm?"

You followed him without question, your desire spurring you on. You swore you'd do anything for him in this moment.

You lay back against the bed, your head propped up against the pillows, as he sat back on his knees, your legs bracketing him.

"My poor, pretty baby.."

he cooed his hands skimming across your thin pajamas, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Always so patient for me...even when I've been so neglectful on what you need most from me."

You drew a shaky breath as his fingers curled gingerly over your waistband. You had long soaked through your pj pants, leaving a damp spot that didn't go unnoticed, James brushing his thumb along it, working it into the sheer fabric.

"Gonna take care of my pretty baby, yeah? Show you just how much I love you."

You nodded fervently again, biting back a whine.

You knew he didn't mean to tease. Foreplay was so important to him. He never wanted to hurt you. But you just needed him. So so badly.

You wriggled your hips impatiently, needing his touch. His fingers. His cock. Gods above.

"Jame-s"

you whined out. He continued to pull your pjs down your legs, kissing your skin as he went.

"Mhm?"

You huffed a bit, gathering your courage.

"I..know you like to take your time, gods do i love it too- but"

you shuddered against him.

"I need you..right now James, please- i need to feel you inside me...need you to fill me up and just- just take me..please?"

You had closed your eyes, the embarrasment of asking for what you wanted making it hard to look at him.

A beat of silence.

You cursed yourself, thinking you ruined the mood, only to feel his fingers against your thighs, spreading them apart.

Your eyes fluttered open as you locked eyes with him. His expression was.. hungry, something you hadn't quite seen before. His hands gripped at your thighs kneading the flesh. Sending little bolts of pain and pleasure straight through you.

"Mm"

He started to rub soothing circles with his thumbs on the most sensitive part of your thighs. He sighed softly.

"We've got until 3 o clock"

he said as he shifted his hands to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"I said I'd take care of you how you needed, didn't I? You better hold me to it"

As you reached to unbuckle his slacks he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, whispering as he did.

"As long as you're ready for me honey"

His words shot through you, your hands trembling as you fumbled with the zipper of his pants. You finally undid them, tracing the outline of his cock through his boxers. He was fully hard now, a small damp spot next to his pudgy tip. You traced the crown with your nails, causing his hips to stutter a bit.

"Easy now"

he breathed out, smoothing your hair against your head. You nuzzled into his touch absentmindedly.

James was- well he wasn't a difficult man to please. Sometimes he would cum just from grinding on the bed, his head buried, breathless between your thighs. The thought alone made you ache, but that was something you could hold off for until later. You needed him now.

You slid his pants down his thighs, sitting back on your own to look up at him. He was so pretty, his arms, his chest, the softer stomach he had obtained over the years after the two of you had taken Laura in. It was an insecurity of his, but you absolutely adored it. He looked happier that way, taken care of as he always should be. He was still every bit as strong as the man you had married. The man you loved with all your heart.

He leaned down a bit, brushing his fingers along the hem of your shirt, silently pleading with you to take it off. You obliged, dropping it in the heap of clothes that had collected on the floor. Something you could both deal with later on laundry day.

He took you in fully, admiring you in your most honest form. Lovingly tracing his hands along your skin, mouth slightly agape in awe. Everytime he saw you he acted like it was the first time he had ever laid eyes on you. The reverence in his touch, like he was examining a piece of fine art. He breathed out slowly. "God...look at you"

His gaze grew hungrier, admiring you all the same. You leaned up to kiss him. His lips were chapped, not that you minded as he kissed you fervently, his resolve quickly disappating. He was always so warm, inviting, like coming home.

You pulled away first eliciting a soft whine from him, the kiss burning on your lips as you rested your forehead against his. You could hear his soft pants, his eyes still closed.

He leaned forwards suddenly, making you gasp as he started to kiss the sensitive skin on your neck. You faltered back as he pressed his body into yours, crawling to lay atop you fully. His weight was so comforting, it would have calmed you had he not started his barrage on your neck. Sucking reddish marks upon it, nipping lightly with his teeth, making you whimper.

His hands.

God his big, strong hands.

Trailing down your body with a stinging softness. Like he couldn't stop touching you, wouldn't stop. Each movement proving just how badly he needed you.

You arched yourself into him to the best of your ability, hands tangling in his hair, pulling it softly. He keened next to your ear as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh, heavy, intimidating.

Fuck.

"Gotta.. ha-have you baby please..plea-se"

he whined, his voice breaking.

He was humping your leg like a dog, so desperate for any bit of skin he could feel against himself.

Your brain felt fuzzy with electricity, absentminding grazing your hands along the muscles of his back. He hadn't even fucked you yet, but to have him this close. It felt like heaven.

You shifted your hips, both of your breaths caught as you felt him grind down against your sex, the slick making his fat head bump into you, setting your nerves alight.

You shivered as his hand drifted down to where to two of you met, dragging his cock along you again and again, coating himself. It was almost trancelike, his movements, like he couldn't stop himself. You grinded your hips back against him, causing him to shudder.

"Sweetheart...god fuck... go easy on me."

He laughed breathlessly.

"Won't last long if you keep...doing that".

You giggled at him, you felt giddy, like you didn't have enough air.

"Can't have that now can we?"

you said softly, carding your hands through his hair.

"Need you to cum inside me this time".

He froze, rigid.

Lifting himself up to look down at you. His eyes searched yours, blown out.

There was a tense silence, only interupted by the heavy breaths you two shared. You blinked up at him, trying to read his expression, before looking away, regret starting to cloud your thoughts.

"Say that again."

You focused on his lips, the sickly guilt making you dread seeing his reaction.

"Please, baby I need to hear you say that you want that again"

he sounded breathless, the urgency of his voice cutting into the tension.

You gathered your courage and fought yourself to meet his eyes.

The way he looked at you, the want- the desire, it took you by surpise. You don't think he had ever looked at you that way before. It boosted your confidence a bit, making you able to say the things you had only fantasized about.

You let out a breath before reaching down, squeezing the hand that held himself as you stared him down.

"I want you."

you started, using his own hand to drag him against your sex.

"To fuck me until it takes, James."

His hand trembled against your touch. His breathing strained as his eyes remained locked on you.

You leaned up as much as you could, meeting his shoulder with a soft kiss.

"I think we can handle two"

you smiled into his skin.

"You wanna be a daddy again, James?"

His eyebrows furrowed together as all the breath he was trying to hold on to tore out of him, sinking his teeth into his lip to bite back the pitchy groan.

"Jesus-jesus fuck- okay..okay" he dropped his head down a bit, his mouth agape.

He drew a few quick shuddery breaths, sounding like a whining dog.

"God sweetheart i- are you sure? I want to.. god i want to so fucking bad.. i just-"

his gaze met yours again, begging, needy.

"You're sure?"

You offered him a reassuring smile.

"Yes honey, I've never been so sure about anything. I want you to."

He let out a choked noise, his lips pressed together as he screwed his eyes shut. You drew one of your hands up to cup the side of his face, rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

"James, honey are you alright?"

"Mhm"

he managed, blinking his eyes, fighting..tears? Another shuddery breath, his body shaking slightly.

"It's- you're just so good with Laura, you always are...i just never- never imagined you'd want one with me."

He laughed dryly, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand.

"Sorry- i'm okay, i'm okay, it's just.. just alot to process"

He leaned down to kiss you again, so softly. He pulled away slowly gazing down at you.

"Okay."

You chuckled a bit.

"Yeah? We're really doing this?"

He smiled, planting his hands next to your head, caging you in.

"Love of my life wants me to give them a baby?"

He murmured against your neck.

"Then I'm gonna give you a fucking baby."

You shifted your hips under him, grinding slowly.

"Prove it".

He bit into your shoulder, pushing himself in all at once, forcing the breath from your lungs.

You grasped at his back, trying to hold on to anything.

"F-uck, James" you mewled.

He was so solid above you, pinning you against the mattress as he ground down into you, his hips meeting yours with newfound purpose.

"Shh s'okay honey"

he murmured, using his height as leverage against you.

"Gonna make you feel so good sweetheart, gonna show you how.."

His hips met yours in punctuating thrusts, matching his words.

"How. Much. I. Need. Y-ou. Mh Fuck.."

You lifted your hips as much as you could, his weight making it difficult for you to meet his thrusts. The sheer force and bulk of him ripping your breath from you in whining gasps.

All you could really do was take it.

Take him.

"J-ame..s.."

you mustered out, nails digging into the warm skin of his back.

He had never fucked you like this before, he was always a gentle lover, patient and methodical.

But this was something different entirely.

This. Was fucking.

Raw and animal. No gentle, slow sleepy sex, just it's intended purpose, breeding you like all other animals do. It made the familiar itching coil that wrapped its way around the base of you spine quickly spur to life.

He raised himself up onto his hands, mouth open, panting with the exertion of it all. You weren't sure if he was even conscious of what he was saying, the animalistic switch being flipped in his brain.

"Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Missed you so bad. Missed feeling you- god..."

He grit his teeth, sweat starting to form.

"Gotta- give you what you...need. F-uck i need you so bad."

His voice pitched, whiny and desperate.

"Tell- tell me you need it. Please- please.. tell me you want me to- fuck a baby into you sweetheart. Dear god please...need you to.."

You tightened around him at his words, legs wrapping around him, your muscles aching. Burning.

His thrusts faltered, a moan through gritted teeth, moving his hand to your waist, supporting his weight with the other.

Taking you.

Using you.

Your breath, the little you had left of it, was caught. You felt dizzy, electric. His rough thrusts. The broad head of his cock hitting places you could never reach inside.

It drove you crazy.

Your words were growing incoherent while the coil threatened to snap embarrassingly fast.

You didn't care.

Your brain far beyond all thoughts of shame.

God you needed this.

"J-ames"

you managed.

"So..close.. please.. need you- i need you so b-ad."

He whined, low in his throat, grabbing onto the headboard with one hand while the other clutched onto your waist.

"Need you too-need you too...god..need you to say it.. hah.. please baby? Tell me you want me to cum inside you while I.. fuck you stupid on my cock huh? Just say it- say it and I'll- fuck sweetheart pleasepleaseplease"

You threw your head back on the pillows, keening pitifully. It was so hard to talk right now, to think. You were so fucking close to that edge with him, teetering on it.

"James..."

you choked out.

"In-inside please"

your hands fisted into the sheets, looking up at him, teary eyed, panting.

"Need you to cum inside.. please, James oh f-fUCK-"

you felt it.

Felt it take you in waves that wracked your body, pulsing and hot. He was right with you, the mutualness of the shared bliss bringing you closer. Your souls intermingling.

You heard the wood of the headboard crack and splinter under his grip, a tell tale reminder of the strength he possessed.

Loosing his grip, collapsing onto you.

Felt his chest heave and shudder as it was wrought out of him, the warmness inside yourself, feeling it leak out around him.

The grip on your waist tightening.

Hard.

His fingertips bruising your flesh. A reminder of how much he needed you. Your body felt like it was on fire, the heat of him blazing into you. His hips spasming, slow thrusts guiding you both through it.

He didn't stop.

Canting into you shakily with pained gasps. The overstimulation of it all edging into the last dregs of pleasure coursing through you.

"James.."

you whined, your body pressed into the bed, your muscles spent.

His face buried in your neck, shaking breaths hot against the skin, the heat soothing the marks he had left earlier. Your skin felt damp, your sweat mixing, salt upon it burning.

He kept on, pained tears falling onto your aching flesh.

"M-ake sure it..takes."

he choked out.

"S'many times as I...have too."

Your arms lazily resting against his back, hand fumbling through his hair.

"S'enough now baby, you can stop s'okay."

You murmured into his skin. He stilled his hips, body trembling as he wept into your neck, the rush of emotion and overstimulation wracking his body.

You ran your fingers though his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, the other tracing soothing circles into the skin of his back.

"Shh"

you whispered, kissing his shoulder.

"Everythings okay honey, s'all okay."

You lay like that, holding onto him, reassuring him until his body relaxed against you. His arms grasped at you, holding you as close as he could.

"I love you"

he said muffled against your skin, his voice broken.

"God, do I love you".

Yall i SWEAR i don't have a breeding kink i swear i only think about it sometimes i SWEAR

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mvltisstuff · 1 year ago

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hi!! so i have this idea and i think you’d be perfect to execute it. if you wouldn’t mind-

could you do a possible buck one-shot where maybe the reader is there when buck gets struck by lightening? just full of angst and sadness and maybe the reader has to be held back by eddie or hen or something and it’s like the world stopped for reader and just some sad stuff.

thank you so so much!! <33

bad omens - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @tvuniverse

a/n: hey there ;)) i’m so happy you trusted me with your lovely idea, i hope you love it!

lightning never scared y/n. she always saw them as innocent storms, one in a million chances. a rumble of thunder was just a bowling ball, and lightning was just someone turning a light on in heaven. she was never fearful of seeing lightning brighten up the sky, until it threatened to take down her sun.

one in a million chance to be struck by lightning, and the love of her life was the one. she didn’t know who to hate. herself for letting buck go up there. mother nature for letting this happen. buck for his bravery and skill. she hated how the one in a million chance left her sweaty hand grasping bucks on the bed, seeing the tube lay in his throat and his chest mechanically rise. she hated how the day old, damp uniform she was clad in felt on her body. she hated the way bucks closed eyes might never open again to show off his blues. there wasn’t a part of it she didn’t hate.

she was so happy that day, everything had gone perfectly fine. she loved days like this, but the night quickly turned to the worst day of her life.

staring at bucks dangling body from the ladder. trying not to smell the burning mark that the strike left over the area. her feet moved faster than her mind, instantly running to buck as he hung lifelessly from a rope. it felt like a dream, a nightmare. as if there were a demon chasing her, and she couldn’t run away, she just had to face it. henrietta and chimney’s arms were locked on each of y/n’s, pulling her body weight back so she couldn’t run.

the raw screams of eddie yelling for his best friend echoed in the dim hospital room. the earth had halted on its axis, leaving y/n upside down in the middle of the world, holding the hand of hers.

he was rolled away so fast into the hospital doors, not even giving her a chance to land the last kiss on his head. not giving her a chance to say what could’ve been goodbye. the people around her became non-existent. she stood behind, watching from the sliding doors of the hospital.

“come on, buck, hang on buddy!” chimney says.

“do more!” eddie yells back to the nurses and paramedics.

y/n didn’t say a word. not a single sentence could describe the chains wrapped around her heart. nothing could break her free from the prison she was being held in. her team looked at her standing behind, just watching her hands fall to her sides. her lips were parted, with short breaths leaving her mouth. her face was beet red from the anger, confusion, and the pure horror.

she refused to leave as she watched over bucks body like a hawk. she refused to pay attention to maddies sobs as chimney tells her what happened to her baby brother. she wants to scream, she want to bawl her eyes out in agony, but she can’t.

“y/n,” hen says, stepping into the room first to try and snap y/n out of her mind. “i brought you clothes. you should change, you’ll get sick in that cold, wet stuff.”

“thank you,” she murmurs. “i’ll stay here.”

“y/n, sweetie-“

“don’t. i want to stay right here. i’m not going anywhere.” hen wanted to object, but she knew that no one was moving y/n until she was ready.

chimney and maddie came in next, maddies heart physically breaking at the look on y/n’s face as she sat next to buck and his unchanging position. chimney tried to coerce her into changing, or even eating.

“y/n/n, you should eat something, it’s not good to let yourself fall away. he’d want you to take care of yourself.”

“he’d want me here with him. im not that hungry anyway,” she tells him, not being sure if she’d be able to keep anything down.

it was eventually bobby who made his way in, noticing y/n’s hair collect frizz and her eyelids darken.

“im not going anywhere, cap.”

“im not asking you to go anywhere.” bobby speaks, a calming aura leaving his words. she only looks up for a moment, and looking back down to buck. “im going to pray, if you’d like to join me.”

bobby began saying his prayers, and y/n hoped to any god listening that they’d listen. she wasn’t ever the religious type, but faith was all she needed, and unfortunately all she was left with.

the hours ticked by, on and on, until the doctors decided buck was ready. that is, to live or die. they said that he would be dead if he didn’t take a breath on his own when he was no longer intubated. a part of y/n wanted to put it off. if that tube was removed and he didn’t do what he needed, she’ll have lost him forever from the electricity in the sky. he’d become one with the thing that killed him. at least now she could hold his hand and believe that maybe he’d come back.

as bucks mother and father watched over him, and maddie stood in the corner, fearful to watch his brother swing on the lines of death and life, y/n remained in the warm but uncomfortable chair she had been in for too long, barely ever being able to stand. no one had ever seen her so low, horrified that she wouldn’t make it out without buck.

“are you ready?” the doctor questions, asking the family if they want to possible take the life from buck in this moment.

his parents nod, looking over to maddie as her brows scrunch together, but also complying. all four of them look over to y/n, seeing her eyes locked on bucks shut ones. “not really, but go ahead.”

the tube was taken out painfully slow, the room so quiet that the beeping of his heart monitor felt like fireworks. the air was thick and eerie, almost ready to accept buck into the darkness.

what y/n would never know, is that buck watched from the other room. he saw her falling apart, and ignored his other form. if he gave up, he’d be giving up on her. she’s been there for him through everything, and he has never once seen her look so alone, even surrounded by all these supportive people. he didn’t even want to her his alter speak any more, as he grabbed his sledgehammer and shattered the glass separating him from the rest of his life.

his chest rose quickly and tall, the sharp air entering his nose as y/n could only graze the skin on his hand. each breath from buck came one by one after, a perfect rhythm that she could find herself falling asleep to as she lays on his chest.

each breath he took left a crack in her heart, another water droplet in her eye ready to fall.

“i have high hopes for him, everyone.” the doctor smiles, looking at y/n as they all look between her and buck.

she cries. she cries more than she ever has before, soaking the blanket besides buck more than the rain on the day he was almost taken. her chest heaves, her breathing worse than the ill man in front of her. the wet streams fall down her cheeks and pool on her neck, sniffling in to keep her completely from falling apart.

buck spends the next strenuous hours waking up from his coma, knowing what waits for him when he rouses. she still remains, wanting to be there for him when he regains consciousness. she wants her hand to be on his, and his eyes to meet hers. his soft lids and long lashes flutter, revealing his tired, bright blue eyes to the world that has tried to hard to ruin it. he’s met with the universe in front of him, the small curl on y/n’s lips and the beauty she carries around with her.

“nice of you to join us,” she smiles, her voice cracking from exhaustion. he looks less tired, almost transferring energy to her. “i missed you.” understatement.

“i knew you’d be waiting for me. never had doubts about that.”

“if you ever try to leave me again, i’ll kill you myself.”

“i am never leaving someone like you.” the couple just smiles back at the other, his hand cupping the side of her cheek. “come kiss me.”

she obliges, standing up from her chair and letting him pull her closer. her lips press against his, letting themselves fall into the foreign grasp of the other. he lets his hands wander over her body, running them all over the places he loves more than anything. he finally brings himself to pull away and look at her face, the need for cleanliness and sleep written all over it.

“now, go take care of yourself, please. i’m not going anywhere.”

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storydays · 10 months ago

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The Show Must Go On P2

A/N: battle outfit at the end designed by @deathexe6110

(3rd POV)

*In Heaven*

"We're going to go down and exterminate demon ass!" Adam grinned. "Destroy that ass!" Lute shouted, making a muscle with her arm. "Prepare to slaughter every dinner in that shit hotel, and you all remember Vaggie?!"

"Boo! We hate her!" the exorcists all screamed. "Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass!" Lute shrieked. "Would you just--ju--chill, Lute. Fuck." Archer shot her a look, tail flicking uncertainly.

"Anyway, whoever brings me Vaggie's head gets.....uh, I dunno, a million Heaven bucks. How about that, huh?" Adam said smugly. The exorcists cheered loudly.

"Ladies, let's fuck shit up! ATTACKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" Adam screamed like he was a rockstar. "FORWARD!" Lute called, flying after her sisters in arms.

*In Hell*

The Hazbin Army stood strong in front of their home, determination standing in their auras. "Here they come. Get ready everyone. We fight together!" Vaggie shouted.

*With the Vees*

"Oh, oh! Oh this is going to be good!" Vox grinned from his spot next to Velvette.

*At the hotel*

"Now! For your souls!" Vaggie screamed, the army screaming back at her. "Let's fuck them up!" Charlie screamed.

(Y/N) and Alastor watched from on top of the hotel with sinister grins on their faces. "Let the slaughter begin." Alastor laughed menacingly as the two summoned a shield over their hotel.

Alastor nodded to the prince who grinned, and took to the skies, creating a whole in the shield big enough for him to fly through, Alastor closing it.

(Y/N) flew behind Adam, Lute and Archer, sword raised in the air. "Boo, bitch!" Ash grinned, his sword clashing with the blond's. "I've got Princey Boy here, you two take care of the others." Ash chuckled, before chasing the prince away.

"The fuck?!" Adam asked, looking back at the shield. "They appear to have some kind of shield, sir!" Lute said.

"Oh, really? I didn't see this giant fucking shield in front of me, you dumb bitch! No shit!" Adam snapped.

Alastor continued to use his tendrils to use the angelic weapons against the angels. "That's how they can kill us? With our own weapons? Fucking weak, dude." Adam facepalmed as Lute roared and raced forward.

*In the shield.*

Angel laughed as he and Cherri raced through the battle field, shooting and throwing explosives in the air. "Come'n' get some!" Angel yelled. "Eat shrapenl, fuckers!" Cherri laughed.

"All angelic weapons fire at will!" called Pentious as his cannons started firing. "Hey! Yelling while fighting doesn't help." Husk snapped as Niffty ran around stabbing the bodies of the exorcists.

"Alastor and (Y/N)'s sheild is working." Charlie exclaimed excitedly. "Trying to focus, sweetie!" Vaggie replied, Charlie ducking as she threw her spear to kill an angel who almost attacked Charlie. "Love the optimism. Still trying to focus. Aah!" She killed another angel.

"I'm fucking over this!" Adam snapped, before charging and breaking the shield. "Fuck!" Angel gasped. "Oh, no!" Charlie exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Shit!" (Y/N) grunted, as Ash knocked him back down to the hotel, into a piece of rubble, before the two took to the skies again.

Adam landed in front of Alastor with a malicious grin.

*With (Y/N)*

"Woah! Seems like you're still a hothead, dearie!" The prince chuckled. Archer was always a hot head. That's what got him into hell in the first place. "Don't act like you know me! You are a spoiled prince is nothing but a worthless monster, who doesn't deserve love!" snapped the red fox.

""Well, that was oddly personal. But look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember the love we shared. Tell me you don't remember how I stayed at your side when you lost your family in the extermination. How you don't have--" begged the prince

"I could never love a demon like you!" screamed the fox.

*With Vox*

"Oh fuck! I am so hard right now!" Vox exclaimed, thrusting his hips in the air. Velvette rolled her eyes and turned away, while Valentino raised an eyebrow.

*With Alastor*

"Adam!" greeted the deer with a cheery smile. "First man, next to die."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life!" Alastor exclaimed, slamming his staff into the ground. "Nice voice. Don't you know jazz is for pussies!" Adam asked before charging with his guitar in his hands.

"Nah ah ah!" Alastor chided, dodging effortlessly. "You really think you can take me on? A mortal soul is no match for me, edge-lord." Adam sliced the tendrils coming towards him.

"You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of his own fate." Alastor's shadow uppercut Adam, before manifesting into a shadow imp demon.

"Ohohoho, think you're tough shit, huh?"

"Tougher than you! Hahahaha! You lack discipline, control and worst, you're sloppy!" Alastor briefly shifted into his demon form, summoning dozens of shadow demons. "And you're..fuck---fuck you...you red piece of f--too much fucking red...fuck..Shut up!" Adam stuttered as he tried to come up with a comeback and slammed the shadow beforee Alastor slammed him into the sign.

"Hahaha! Poetry!"

"Grr, I'm going to wipe that shit eating off your face, 'cause radio is fucking dead!" Adam growled, sending angelic power at the demon.

"What just happened?" Alastor asked, his radio voice effect gone. "Fffffffuck." He muttered, screaming when Adam took advantage of the momentary distraction. "Arrgh!"

*With Vox*

"Yes!! Fuck you, Alastor. Ha ha ha ha! This is better than sex!" cheered the demon, ignoring the look Valentino sent him, as he flipped Alastor off on screen.

*Back with Adam*

Alastor grunted as he looked around, holding his side. "Have to disagree with you there. Radio's not dead, but it is ending this broadcast." hissed the Radio Demon hissed, disappearing into his shadow. "Bye, bitch." laughed Adam as he leaned on his guitar.

*With Vox*

"No! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!! Pussy!" Vox pouted like a child.

*At the Hotel*

"Right flank advance! Left flank, watch your six! Ladies! There are more coming up on your right! Get ready for them, Vagatha!" Sir Pentious screamed from up on the balcony. "Not my name! But got it." Vaggie rolled her eyes before charging.

"Sorry! Sorry. Sorry--"Charlie kept apologizing as she threw magic at the exorcists. "Now's not the time for that babe!" Vaggie chided, pushing an exorcist back. "Oh, right! Die, motherfuckers!" Charlie and Vaggie smiled at each other.

"These fuckin' Angels won't stop comin'!" Husk grumbled. "Hah!" Angel laughed at the joke, shaking his ass mockingly. "Okay, I walked right into that one." Husk rolled his eyes playfully.

Angel rushed over to where an exorcist was killing off the Egg Bois. "Hold that thought." He back flipped over the fence, used his arms to hold up the angel's arms before extending his third set of arms and shooting the angel, laughing deviously.

"You alright, squirt?" He asked the Egg as he hugged Angel's leg. "I nearly scrambled myself." whimpered the egg. "Get somewhere safe." Angel ordered, yelping as Adam started firing his powers from his fingers.

"Suck my holy light, fuckers! Yeah!" Adam grinned before Ash was thrown into him. The two grunted before getting their bearings, and seeing a smirking (Y/N) in front of the hotel. "Come on, bitches!" "Grr, come here and die like the bitch you are, Princey!" screamed Ash, as he charged (Y/N).

*On the ground*

"What? Alastor was supposed to handle him. Oh, no, he must be-" Vaggie pushed Charlie out of the way of Adam's holy light. Pentious watched on his drone's tablet. "We aren't going to last long unless we do something about him." Vaggie huffed.

"Of course." breathed the snake. He noticed Cherri running past him, and quickly grabbed her, looking at her with love in his eyes.

"I'm tryin' to fight here! Are you out of your mind?" She snapped. "Yes." replied the snake before he kissed her.

Cherri was so surprised, she dropped a bomb.

"Miss Cherri Bomb, I love you. Remember meeee!" Cried the snake, slithering away from the shocked cyclops.

"That was kind of hot." she muttered, cheeks red as she brushed her hair back.

"Eggs, activate thrusters, and charge the death ray." commanded the snake, eyes glowing in the dark. "Right away, boss!" called the Egg Bois.

"Pentious?" Charlie asked, as she Vaggie and Charlie looked at the war blimp curiously. "That crazy motherfucker." muttered Angel.

*In the blimp*

"Target in range!"

"Fire!" Pentious hissed.

Adam noticed the blimp out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, whoop!" He blasted the blimp out of existence, chuckling to himself. "That could've been ugly."

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!" Charlie screamed, drawing her brother's attention. "Fuck!" He growled, pushing Ash away and flew to his sister's side.

"Fuck, you did good buddy." Angel whispered, as Charlie fell to her knees, sobbing.

"Charlie, I'm so sorry." Vaggie whispered, holding Charlie's shoulders. (Y/N) landed next to Charlie, anger radiating off him.

"Charlie."

Charlie understood the tone of her brother's voice and agreed. She growled before standing up, and calling out to their bodygaurds. "Razzle! Dazzle!"

Fire surrounded the two royals, and they changed into their full demon forms. Both had horns poking out of their foreheads, their tails whipping around angrily, and their eyes changed to red and yellow, and they screeched into the air.

"Let's ride!"

*End*

@marshm3llo

#storydays #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel charlie #x male reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x male reader #princemorningstar #vivziepop #hazbin hotel fandom

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romanestuffsposts · 2 years ago

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Steve’s and Buckies work is definitely not the safest. What if the reader and her daddies are home ( maybe upstairs sleeping or something) and someone breaks in? Everyone is safe.

Thanks love! I love your page! ❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Ohhh I love the idea thank you!

I hope you like how I turned it ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : angst

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : can't you all just have a nice and peace night of sleep ?

A/N : I didn't went into details about your Daddies hurting the two men who broke in their house, just so you know babes. I know it can shake up some people and it’s not my goals so I skip it. If you want more details you can ask them in the request and I’ll had the warnings who’s needed 💜

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You hate being waking up during a beautiful dream. It's always a place you enjoy and you feel safe, it's something you need when you had a stressed day or feeling sick. In your dreams, there's no sickness, there's no need to stress. It's just a wonderful garden with nothing but happiness and joy.

So when you hear a loud noise from downstairs waking you up you groan. You really needed that sleep tonight so now is clearly not the time.

Why your Daddies are still up ? You look at the clock but frown when you realise that you can't tell what time it is. You get up angrily at the fact that you can't read something as easy as hours. You shiver a little at the lost of your warm blanket and take small steps to your bedroom door

You open you door and peer through it, down the hallway. You hear a second noise and look at your left, toward the door of your Daddies's bedroom. It's close. Weird

You step out of your room and walk until you reach the top of the stairs. You look down the stairs, at the dark surrending you, you hate the dark when it's night time. It's scary and you don't feel comfortable when you're alone in the dark.

Your eyes widen and you gasp when a shadow walks infront of the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room. You take a step back, your eyes glued to the hole of dark in front of you. It wasn't one of your Daddies. You know them, and it's clearly wasn't one of the men of your life

When you see a second man walking beside the stairs, you run to your Daddies's bedroom. Usually you knock on their door because that’s what they asked you to do if one day you had to come in their room but of course if there’s an emergency they told you to immediately come in, no matter what

So that’s what you do, you open their bedroom door and close it behind you. You know you have to be quiet but because of the voice in your head who’s panicking, you don’t know if you make too much noise or not. You feel your heart beating in your whole body as you blink your eyes, trying to get used to the dark.

You let out a small whimper, scared to move away from the door because of the dark and afraid of resting close t the door because of the men in your house. You want to get far away from the stairs but you're too scared to move anyway.

"Baby ?" A tired voice speak from the bed in the middle of the bedroom. You see a shadow sitting on the bed, looking over at you, you let out another whimper and see your Daddy standing up from the bed.

You're quickly in his arms "what's wrong, little one ?" You don't have the time to explain what happened, or what you thought happened that another loud noise is heard from the kitchen. You see a new kind of expression on your Daddy's face as his attention is on the door now instead of you.

He curses under his breath and quickly turns around, rushing to the bed where he puts you in. Your Papa flinches awake and looks confuse around him "what the hell Buck ?" he snaps looking at you but his face changes from angry to confuse once again when he realizes you're besude him instead of Bucky "Sweetie ?"

You sniff and look at where your Daddy is running around the room "bucky what is happening ?" Steve says standing up and rushing to Bucky. he throws clothes at Steve and what they need in weapons from their safe closet "people break in" he quietly says so you won't hear.

Steve's eyes widen, he gazes you quickly before looking back at Bucky "are you sure ?"

"One hundred pourcent sure" he says before going to the door. Steve prevents him from opening the bedroom door "One of us has to stay with her. Bucky, you stay with her while I go downstairs" he says puling him away from the door. Bucky frowns "you think I'll let you go downstairs alone ?"

"Bucky look at her" Steve says softly "she's scared and she needs you to stay with her. protect her while I protect you both"

Bucky looks at you and his heart breaks when he sees the tears running down your face. From the panic, he didn't heard the sobs who leave your lips since you walked like a good girl in their room. He looks back at Steve "if I hear a weird noise, I'll come straight downstairs"

Steve chuckles and nods his head "I can handle that. I handled more than just two strangers" he winks before walking out of the bedroom.

Your Daddy rushes beside you and takes you in his arms, he hopes the comfort and safety of his arms are enough to calm you doing "it's okay, babygirl. I'm here with you. I won't go anywhere. Papa will be back soon" he reassures you "we're protecting you, always" he kisses your tears away as his thunb strokes the little part of skin above your nose, between your eyebrows

Steve walks down the stairs as quietly as he can and not gonna lie, he's pretty good at being quiet when he has to. He always succeed to surprise you when he's sneaking behind you to tickle you to death just to hear your laughters, he always succeed when he attacks a bad guy from behind to how quiet he is

So it's not a suprise when he's sneaking behind one of the two men who disturbed his sleep and who scared you without him noticing it.

Your Daddy swings you from side to side, humming a nice and calm song in your ears, dropping sweet and light kisses on your face each time a tear slide away from your eyes.

You flinch when the bedroom doors open but relieve is quickly taking over when your Papa walks inside the bedroom unharm. Bucky stands up and rushes to him, analyzing every parts of his skin "are you okay ? What happened ? Where are they ?" he asks not breathing once

"Bucky I'm fine. They're in the living room, attached on chair and they passed out. I called Fury and he's on his way. He should be there any minutes now" he says removings his clothes and putting away the weapons. He goes in the closet to hide them before coming back in the room.

He walks over you who's stil in bed, to scared to move and going in your Papa's arms. His hands cup your sweet face and a beautiful smile appears on his lips. He drops a kiss on your forehead, then on your nose "are you okay, sweetness ?"

You nod your head as you peer up at him "m oki. You oki ?" you ask whispering. He face soften and he nods "I'm perfectly fine, princess"

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Now that Fury is gone with the two men who scared you, your Daddies help you laying in their bed. They pull the cover above you before sliding in the bed with you.

They wrap their big arms around you and you snuggle closer to them.

This night wasn't an usual night for your family but just like they always promise you, your Daddies will protect you, always.

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the-greasers-angel · 2 years ago

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How the gag would react if there partner had an ed:

Darry:

When you first told darry about it he honestly was a little shocked at first but non the less he was very supportive in anyway he could be.

He knew that you hated eating in front of others so when the boys were over an he made food he would always save some for the two of you later

Later once the boys were gone (or asleep) him and you would go outside with the food from before and you two would get on the bed of his truck and started to talk

He always looked up at the sky or whatever was around while he started to lead a conversation while you would take small bites of the food

Once the two of you were done he would put the bowls aside and gently pull you into his arms to hold you “ you did such a good job sweetie, i'm so proud of you for eating” he would say as well as giving you small kisses on your head

Sodapop:

When you told sodapop about your ed he honestly didn't know how to react at first so with him not being able to use his words he gently pulled you into a hug “ alright sugar just tell me how i can help you”

If you worked at the DX with him and steve he would always cover for u while secretly giving you a longer lunch break

Every now and then when he had some money on him he would get u small gifts such as a stuffed animal or a new piece of clothing you have wanted for a while

When you two are apart from each other he gives you his flannel with his colon on it so it smells like him to comfort you

Ponyboy:

This poor boy would be confused honestly- he never really knew that was so you would have to explain the whole thing to him

He would try to always have a snack or some sort of food on him for u just in case u havent had anything to eat yet

He would leave little notes of encouragement in your locker (ex: your doing great today baby or how you look as lovely as a sunrise/sunset)

Holds your hand and gently rubs it with his thumb when you have to eat in front of the gang to try and comfort you.

Johnny:

Johnny gently wraps his arms around u when u tell him, johnny slightly knows what it's like so he tries his best to help you when u can

He will try and make food for you when he knows its a hard day ( side note i feel like when he did this ponyboy would bother him or try to nit pick at it and johnny would end up kicking ponyboy out-)

He gives you his jacket if you feel uncomfortable at the dinner or wherever

Dally:

For once dally fully listened to you when you told/ explained to him about it and he even asked for ways to help.

If you were at bucks and anybody said anything about it in a negative way dally would definitely make them lose a few teeth or a broken rib for it

When its just the two of you he trys to get you food to eat and then he lets you fall asleep on him

Secretly after awhile he gets buck to watch over you and make sure to get u something to eat ( dally would do dishes to help every once in awhile to “pay” for it)

Two-bit:

(Ok this is going to sound stupid but i think its cute-) two steal buy you cups with funny designs on them to help you feel comfortable

He holds you in his lap whenever you eat

Trys to make u laugh while you eat and probably attacks you with kisses on your cheek and neck

steal buys you snacks

Steve:

If you were having a bad day he would slightly threaten to tickle you until you ate-

He packs lunch for you when u got to the dx

He rarely even lets u have more of his chocolate cake

Holds u close to him kissing your cheek softly ( you try not to let him if he has cake on his face but you fail anyways-)

[I'm sorry this was so late it was a request and I forgot to post it like 8 hours ago-]

#outsiders fanfic #outsiders fanfiction #outsiders headcanons #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders hcs #dally winston #sodapop imagine #the outsiders imagine

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alloutofgoddesses · 3 months ago

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S08E04 - No Place Like Home

- I am so excited

- Happy 100 to Ryan Guzman AND Eddie Diaz

- Oh we’re starting at golf

[more under the cut]

- Well Gerald. You aren’t so.

- Snowflakes

- Uh huh sure bud

- That someone downtown is Ortiz

- Buck? Is gonna tell you who to fire? In what world my guy

- So Buck will definitely ask to be on that list

- House hunting!

- Hmmmmmm

- I don’t like how white it is. Very millennial

- Oh Bobby’s heart eyes are so insane always

- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- FUCK YOUUUUUU ORTIZ

- I hate that that’s creepy

- WHOM

- Buck is gonna throw up he hates being liked by Gerald

- Body cams!

- Hello cheerleaders

- Flip!

- Weston’s mom I would die for you

- Oof

- OUCH

- Oh an ass

- Oh right. Buck’s football past

- Tight end oh no Gerald’s reaction isn’t good

- WE ARE BRINGING UP AFGHANISTAN RRAAAAA

- Stretcher fetchers? Tight end? Oh no

- Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

- I would like to the BTS of this

- Good job Weston

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- WES NOT WANTING HIS DAD THERE AND EDDIE BEING RIGHT THERE AND AAAAA

- Go Chim go!!

- EDDIE OMG

- HE HAS TO SAVE THIS KID

- I’m so happy they’re letting him be a medic again I missed this

- You got this Eddie

- I love the way Aisha says ‘aorta’

- The laugh lmao

- Aaaaaa pain

- Just a stab right through the heart

- Oh Eddie

- He is so not okay

- COURT TIME

- Hi Karen!!

- Hello lawyer!!

- Fucking what

- Oh my god

- This fucking bitch

- I’m gonna cry give them their baby back

- Maddie lmao

- Oh noooooo :(

- This is so fucked up

- Not civilised lol

- As he should

- Why not rebuild?

- MICHAELLLLLLL

- The old plans huh

- Oh honey

- She’s a creature of comfort

- Councilwoman Ortiz I hope you explode

- HI MAMA AAAAAAAAA

- She is adorable

- I really wish we knew concrete times for when all these things happened

- God I hate this woman so much

- CALLED IT WE ALL CALLED IT

- She infuriates me

- Killing her with lasers

- Hen and Bobby time!

- Classic Hen move, just not getting out of her car when she’s nervous

- Buck no quitting

- Ew gross icky

- This calling back to season 2 I’m gonna cryyyy

- Bobert.

- Scream

- Hello Dr Craig

- Pit bull. Sure.

- Bing.

- Oh my

- Carl.

- Oh sweetie. We don’t own big cats.

- Tranq gun!

- Like an onion. Or an ogre.

- Ope

- Gerald.

- Bonk

- Sleepytime

- why does this apartment look kind of like Abby’s

- Hey Brad

- Gerald. Welcome to TV

- lol

- His sister. Sure

- Brian Thompson I love you, you’re acting is very good

- Oh so this is what Gerrard should be doing

- BOBBY NASH YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

- Hi Eddie

- Alsjdksjgaishsha

- I am going to lie face down on the ground until the sun rises

- THAT’S ABUSE OF POWER

- Oh nooooooooooooooo

- Oh nooooooooooo

- I despise this

- Evil evil evil evil

- And also so many of this saw this coming

- We KNEW they were gonna break up the 118

- They are staring DAGGERS at her

- I hope you keel over Ortiz

- OH HELL YEAH GET HER ASS

- MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

- GERRARD WAS IN ON IT!!!!!!

- SLAY?

- HECK YEAH

- I love them

- Eddieeeeeeeeeee

- Look at HIM omg waaaaaa

- Also he looks great in that hoodie

- WELCOME HOME MARA

- Let’s build something new!!

- AND BOBBY IS BACK TOO

- Hugs!

- Bye Ortiz

- I believe I said it above

- It’s his perfect job

- And next ep is the Halloween ep I’m so excited

- OH THE WILSON FAMILY COSTUMES

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- EDDIE’S COSTUME I-

- Pumpkin head

- DENNY?!?!

#911 abc #911 spoilers #911 show

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alittlesilhouettoofaman · 2 years ago

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Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love

Ever since boarding school, Freddie had hated sleeping alone. He'd been sent so far from home, and he missed his baba and mama so much. He didn't fit in at boarding school, something the other boys made abundantly clear, calling him buck tooth or bucky. London was lonely. Lonelier than Freddie had ever imagined, but then he found Brian, Roger, and John.

Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly.

"I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed.

"Why not!" Roger whined.

"Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final."

"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate."

Freddie sighed. "Dears, we've been driving for hours. We're all knackered. Let's stop fighting and get some sleep." Honestly, Freddie was looking forward to sharing a bed with Roger. He was always so warm. Roger went silent as Brian parked the van; his lips slightly puckered.

They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of.

The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing.

"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced.

"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully.

"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly.

Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before.

Roger swallowed thickly as he shut the hotel door behind them. The hair on his arms prickled at the thought of being alone with Freddie. It both terrified and excited him at the same time. "Some hotel, huh?" Roger chuckled awkwardly as he set his suitcase to the side. He suddenly felt so unsure of himself-something which seemed to happen a lot in Freddie's company.

“Oh, this is nothing,” Freddie said, kicking off his go-go boots. “You should’ve seen the hovel we stayed in after we left Zanzibar.” Freddie shimmied out of his tight jeans and plopped onto the bed. He was completely oblivious to Roger’s staring. “I hate when we’re stuck in the van for so long! My legs are sore!” Clad in nothing but a silk shirt, Freddie started jumping on the bed just like a child. He giggled at Roger’s horrified expression.

“What are you doing?” Roger asked.

“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”

Roger pursed his lips, fighting a smile at the amusement jumping on the bed seemed to bring to Freddie. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Unable to resist, he kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bed…the furniture creaking below their combined weight. “Whoops!” Roger exclaimed as both of them lost their balance, tumbling backward against the bed with a smile.

“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth.

It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.

"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor.

"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified.

"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end."

"Hmm?" Roger hummed.

Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"

“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?”

“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Roger watched Freddie carefully bound up from the bed, delicate and noiseless as a cat. All of his worries about sharing a room and a bed with Freddie had disappeared, and the two of them were back to being their usual silly selves together. It was just the distraction Roger needed.

Grabbing Roger's hand, Freddie pulled him into the hallway. "Now, it's important, we're wearing socks, otherwise it won't work, and this hostel's perfect because it's not carpeted. All we need now is a running start!" Freddie ran and slid down the hallways. Laughing like a little kid, he hollered, "C'mon, Rog, your turn!"

Roger watched him, lips pursed in amusement. But he figured he could use the distraction. “Oh, what the hell.” Roger followed his lead, stepping backward and sliding himself forward along the wooden floor. He slipped, falling to the ground with a giggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free.

Freddie jumped on top of Roger. They both shook with laughter.

“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed.

Freddie and Roger giggled.

A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.

Roger had never felt as free and giddy. All of his anxieties about being with Freddie disappeared, and it was like he couldn't stop laughing. "Oops," Roger gasped out between more giggles. "I think we've just been told off."

"I'll make it up to him tomorrow."

Roger blinked, partly taken back by the beautiful image of Freddie on top of him, a cheeky grin on his face, and his dark, shiny hair falling across his slight shoulders. He'd never noticed just how full and soft Freddie's lips seemed. In fact, they looked inviting.

As their laughter died down, Freddie could feel just how close he was to Roger. “I-I suppose we should get some sleep?” Roger doesn’t like men, Freddie tried to remind himself. He’s my best friend. That’s all.

Roger swallowed thickly, his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding round Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.

Freddie sighed. He had never been able to love anyone halfheartedly. He loved Roger as a friend, of course, he loved him as more. But Roger didn’t know how to love right or how to love right in return. He always came to Freddie for advice, but what could Freddie say?

Roger felt his cheeks burn as Freddie slowly detangled himself from his embrace, his gaze towards the floor. A pang of panic shot through Roger at the thought of him already messing up the fragile bond between him and Freddie. He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware just how aroused he had already gotten at their closeness. Freddie's lithe body pressed against his had felt too good to ignore... Roger shivered, his mouth dry at the prospect of how electric that first kiss might had been. But alas, Freddie would never feel the same way. And he liked him too much as a friend to lose him. "Beer?" It was the only thing Roger could think of to say. Lord knew, he could do with a drink.

Freddie snorted. "I suppose we'll both be smashed anyways. Who needs sleep anyway?" Freddie considered himself a night owl. He was always restless, but there was something about the darkness that made his thoughts bubble up like a lava lamp. "I think there's a bar downstairs." A bit of numbness would do him good because then he wouldn't care so damn much.

Roger nodded, looking away until he didn’t quite feel so flushed. He was already slightly tipsy but the ability to his numb his thoughts and feelings further was a very tempting offer. “Let’s go.” Roger lead the way, striding down the hallway with a determined spring in his step. His heart was still racing and his body still felt all tingly from their near kiss. He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the two of them entwined. How good it would feel. He shivered, clearing his throat and desperately searching for a distraction of some kind.

Freddie followed after Roger, trying to clear his thoughts of Roger's tight pants, or how his shirt didn't quite cover his toned back. Freddie shook his head. He stared at the colorful carpet instead, but it gave him the heebie-jeebies because it looked like the carpet from The Shining. Finally, they arrived at the dark bar. It was well into the morning and past the time for parties, so it was quite empty. Freddie hurried and ordered vodka. "Here's to us, I suppose," Freddie toasted, trying not to stare at Roger for too long. But it was impossible, wasn't it? Roger was a creature of sunlight and morning dew; he simply shone too brightly to ignore.

Roger smiled, his eyes lingering on the curve of Freddie's lips as he made a toast. He clinked his glass against his, holding his gaze as he took a sip. "To us." The burn of vodka against Roger's throat was delicious. It was just the distraction he needed.

“To us,” Freddie echoed. Friendship is better than nothing. Roger had a strange look in his eyes. But Freddie didn’t question it. He wondered how Roger saw him because when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see anything special. Just a boy who was too wild and reckless…

“So,” Roger cleared his throat, searching for a conversation starter. “How do you reckon this tour will go?” They all knew it was make or break. It was just another thing that was playing on Roger’s mind.

Freddie didn’t know. He wanted to say that of course, the tour would go fabulous. But the truth was, he didn’t know. “I’ll sing my heart out. You’ll drum your arms off. Brian will bore us all to death, but he’ll play his guitar strings off. And Deaky, well, he’ll keep us grounded. But his legs might fall off with that funky dance of his.”

Roger chuckled in fond agreement. John had only been with them for a few months, but he’d already fit in with them so well. They were a band but first and foremost, it already felt like a family. That was exactly why these newfound feelings for Freddie made things so much more complicated, he thought, his gaze lingering on Freddie’s lips a fraction too long as he went to take a sip of his drink. Freddie arched one eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “No, I’m not,” Roger insisted, cringing internally for having got caught as he reluctantly tore his gaze away and sipped his own drink. He should have been more upset given he’d only just broken up with his girlfriend. But he’d known it was the right thing to do. They barely saw each other now that the band was taking off. And if Roger was truly being honest with himself, he’d been having more and more fantasies about a certain beautiful and exotic lead singer for quite some time. Now they were sharing a bed for the whole night-and all Roger could think was how much he was dying to kiss him. Consequences be damned.

“I suppose we should at least try to get some sleep,” Freddie said softly. He doubted he would be able to sleep so closely beside Roger. But he couldn’t take Roger’s staring anymore. Roger was looking at him like bees and flowers…

“Err…yeah, I guess you’re right,” Roger reluctantly agreed, downing the rest of his drink and forcing his gaze away. He felt flushed with embarrassment and desire. He knew he could be a lot—he’d been told as much by almost everyone he’d ever met throughout the whole of his life. When he liked someone, he was all in. But it was different this time. It was Freddie. He would have to tread carefully. For starters, he wasn’t even convinced the feelings were mutual. Secondly, the band was too important to mess this up. And thirdly, if he managed to chase Freddie away…Brian would kill him. But the thought of spending a whole night so painfully close to Freddie was in the forefront of Roger’s mind. “Apologies in advance if I snore,” Roger tried to joke as they walked slowly back up to their room. “My sister always reckoned I’m louder than a trombone.” March 28, 2023

Freddie giggled. “I’m a bit of a bed hog.” Most of his lovers hated how clingy he was in his sleep. But his whole life he’d just wanted to be close to someone. Freddie was unsteady on his feet as he followed Roger back to their room. He wasn’t sure if Roger was talking. He couldn’t hear anything over the drumbeat of his heart.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Roger admitted, looking back at Freddie with a smile, which quickly disappeared from his face when he saw how pale Freddie had suddenly turned. “Freddie?! A-are you okay?” He raced to his side, putting a hand against his back and trying to gauge what was wrong. March 30, 2023

Freddie shivered against Roger's touch. "F-Fine, darling, just floated away for a moment." Roger frowned. But Freddie didn't want to explain. He lay beside Roger, staring at how his golden hair almost looked silver in the dark. He thought Roger was sleeping, so he whispered, "You deserve someone who loves you. You give yourself to all of these girls, but none of them love you, not really. And I'd give anything to love you... but I can't because no one's ever loved me either."

Roger remained still, attempting to get his head around what he’d just heard. He’d been on the cusp of sleeping when Freddie began to speak. He rolled over, catching the way Freddie’s eyelashes were fluttering softly. He put his hand on his waist and moved himself closer. “You deserved to be loved too,” Roger whispered ardently. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I just wish you could see that too.”

Startled, Freddie was terrified that Roger had overheard his heart's greatest secret. He couldn't even process Roger's words... And Roger, knowing Freddie better than anyone else, pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. "We both deserve love," he whispered. "And I think we've been fools not realizing how much we love each other." Freddie blinked back tears, drowning in the ocean of their kiss...

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frogerlove · 2 years ago

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Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love

Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly.

"I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed.

"Why not!" Roger whined.

"Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final."

"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate."

They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of.

The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing.

"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced.

"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully.

"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly.

Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before.

“What are you doing?” Roger asked.

“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”

“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth.

It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.

"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor.

"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified.

"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end."

"Hmm?" Roger hummed.

Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"

“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?”

“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Freddie jumped on top of Roger. They both shook with laughter.

“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed.

Freddie and Roger giggled.

A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.

"I'll make it up to him tomorrow."

Roger swallowed thickly; his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding around Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.

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jackalsinthekitchen · 2 years ago

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aladdin sane is fifty

a look back from the future on an album that predicted it

Hey sweetie – do you think you could sit a little bit, you know… stiller? I know, I know, I’m sorry – I can tell you’re anxious about time, but don’t worry, I’ve got my eye on it. We’ll at least get you there before the party really picks up. Yeah, yeah, I’m joking. And yeah, OK, I wouldn’t know. Does your generation not do “fashionably late”?

Anyway, I know part of your mood is that you really didn’t want your old dad to do your makeup for you. Your mom has the magic artist’s hands; I knock over every third thing I touch. Just try to relax, OK? Here: let me tell you about the album this look comes from. Nobody knows the album, but everybody knows the cover.

Sometimes I wonder what “kids” these days think about Bowie. Yeah, old kids like you – old enough to have started thinking like adults, or at least making a very serious attempt of it. I mean, he’s the kind of public figure you just know about, from early on – I know you think I’m old, but God, I’d love to be old enough to have seen him when he was something new. It’s impossible to imagine the joyous shock of it. Yes, I did just say “joyous shock”. Hold still. I don’t know – young people seem to sort of idolize him by default. His cool has no parallels, after all. In a way, he is directly culturally responsible for my trend-bucking, impossibly stylish nonbinary teen.

But what do you think about his music? Like, what three songs come to mind first? OK, cool, “Rebel Rebel”. The one moment of uninterrupted brilliance on a great, if flawed, album – the one with the cover that you always used to get scared of. “Major Tom”, OK – it’s called “Space Oddity”, I know you knew that, though saying it out loud makes me realize it’s the kind of title you could only get away with in 1969. “Ashes to Ashes”, nice. Deep cut, I’m proud. So do people your age know that Bowie made almost no listenable music after the album “Ashes to Ashes” is on? Sure, sure, “Let’s Dance”. “Modern Love”, OK. And then yeah, Blackstar, at the end. Bowie spent a lot longer just being Bowie than he spent doing the kind of work that fixes a name in the stars for good. He did it all in one artful burst, one it had taken him a while to conceive.

I know you know “Ziggy Stardust”; you knew all the words before you knew what they meant. Hell, I don’t know even what some of them mean – what’s this about a fly trying to break our bones? That was my album, kid. I was 12, and it was 1999. You know, you just can’t start an album with something as beautiful as “Five Years” and expect people won’t play the whole thing over and over just to get back to it again and again. Honestly, that was the thing that first struck me about Bowie. His melodies. So many of those early songs were as gorgeous as he was. Those strings on “Space Oddity”, from the master – Paul Buckmaster, to be precise. Sorry – dad joke. “Life On Mars?”, God, try not to cry while you’re straining to hit that note. OK, sure, yeah. You don’t have to strain, but.

But the other thing that struck me was my sense that this person was just different. All those decades after he’d landed on Earth, the dangerous things he flirted with still felt… dangerous. I mean, it was still not OK to be gay in 1999. The threat of permanent othering greeted your every transgressive sashay before your mind even completed the thought. All those old hateful clichés were waiting around the corner to strike you dead in the face. Yes, yes, I know you know your dad’s not gay, and wonder if you know that neither, perhaps, was Bowie.

While Elton John, the other biggest pop star at the time, was stuck agonizing in his closet, Bowie made it cool to overtly suggest you switched sides on a whim. Just by coming on like he did, Bowie liberated millions into doing far more than he perhaps ever tried himself. And even for fans who weren’t gay, but weren’t conventionally masculine, he kicked open a door: now, threading that needle between masculine and feminine was fashionable. There were countless who’d been waiting forever for this.

Progress isn’t linear, of course – everything got wrenched back six steps in the eighties, Bowie included. But once you open the box, it’s hard get it all back in. For me, a boy who never felt anything like a “boy”, but was pretty sure he wasn’t gay or trans, Bowie threw light on a secret space: with the right amount of conviction, you could be anything. It was all in that voice – that indulgently theatrical, unabashedly British voice, in a perpetual search for the feyest cadence. Bowie stitched his image together from a zillion borrowed ideas. But nobody has ever sounded quite like him since, and believe me – hundreds upon hundreds have tried.

The funny thing is, Bowie actually took forever to figure himself out. He was one of those young people whose life was fueled entirely by the art he encountered, and one of those young people possessed with this nagging sense that they were destined for something unimaginably big. Of course, it was hard for a young white British man not to suspect this in the wake of the Beatles. In 1964, however many Brit kids believed in God, all had faith in this giant hand in the sky that would whisk you away to American stardom – provided you started a group with guitars and matching suits. So Bowie formed one, playing blues covers, which perhaps he should have been legally barred from ever doing.

But the key to Bowie is that he wasn’t really a musician. He had almost no technical facility. He’d had training, sure – as a mime. But not only could he not play any instrument particularly well (including the saxophone you couldn’t rip out of his hands), he couldn’t actually sing that well. People don’t usually notice this, because his voice is so arresting. But Bowie’s one of the greatest non-singers pop ever saw. It was all fabulous contrivance, every vocal the sound of a man circling his favorite songs or albums like a vulture. That silly band he formed was doing Velvet Underground covers back when less than a thousand people knew about them. He always saw pop music as a concept, and he’d road-tested multiple theories before the eureka.

His first three albums are total miscalculations. The forced whimsy of the first David Bowie, from ’67 right before Sgt. Pepper blew a billion minds, is the only music he ever made that sounds completely dated. The album feels like him trying on a dozen different funny hats, and all of them are the wrong hat. When I was growing up, that album was seen a false start, and was harder to find than the others, which is just fine. You used to like “The Laughing Gnome” when you were little, you know. Oh – you don’t remember that one? Well, forget I said anything. If you go and play it, you’ll stop speaking to me, and I’m not ready for that phase just yet.

Anyway, he realized he hadn’t pulled off what he wanted to, and for a minute, flirted with being half of a duo – like Simon & Garfunkel. Can you imagine? But then he struck gold with “Space Oddity”, a hit so beloved nobody cared that the rest of the album sucked. It’s a bunch of acid-damaged freak-folk, and yeah, I just made it sound cool as hell, but it’s not. It’s boring and distracted and not one song is anywhere near as good as “Space Oddity”. So he tried rebranding again with The Man Who Sold the World, another strange, poorly defined collection of rambling non-songs, this time with a bunch of electric rather than acoustic guitars. Oh yeah, no – that’s not a Nirvana song. But Kurt Cobain was really good at rescuing songs. At this point, Bowie’s whole deal was that he really didn’t see his own strengths. But he got the cover right: himself, elegantly reclining in a satin dress. Naturally, in America it was replaced with a horrible drawing of an unshaven, gunslinging cowboy.

But all of a sudden, with Hunky Dory, he knew what he was doing. It’s the first of three albums that I think sum up what people think of when they think of “Bowie”. Then came four decades of using that image and its stardom as a license to do the most unexpected things he could think of. But Bowie’s genuinely weird albums always have this dour, almost museum-y vibe. From ’71-’73, he’s having insane fun, in the most contagious way possible.

Look – Hunky Dory is still probably his best record. In a way, that cover is perfect, and sets the tone for everything to come. What face is he making, exactly? It’s said to be an imitation of Marlene Dietrich or Lauren Bacall or somebody – I’d look it up right now if I wasn’t totally nailing the end of this lightning bolt, just wait till you see this. But something about it… his eyes glancing up to heaven, or maybe his home planet, there’s something mock-desperate but also actually desperate in his face. Even without the dress he exudes feminine allure. And the songs, God, the songs, a menagerie of styles that sums him up so well he could’ve crashed on the jet to America with his entire legacy secured.

“Changes” is on that one! Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. Yeah! Nice. OK, but if you keep singing, you’re guaranteeing that your dad is going to make you look like you did this yourself without a mirror. You can “turn and face the stranger” later – right now turn and face me, please. We’re so close, kid.

But Ziggy Stardust really set things in motion. Androgyny wasn’t the only untapped territory waiting to be mined by a superstar. By 1972, America was getting a little sick of hippies. There was a deep craving, especially in the UK, for the shock of the new – out with beards and jeans and back-to-the-earth, in with femme looks and outlandish outfits and outsider myths about outer space. Bowie songs like “Five Years” and “All the Young Dudes” – you know Bowie wrote that, right? – were “carrying news” of a truly apocalyptic conclusion to society, one he really thought was coming soon. He decided that the world would notice better if the warning were coming from a sexy, dangerous, genderless alien, and that it would require a special vessel: namely, the catchiest pop songs he’d ever written.

Still, none of that was the true breakthrough. This was actual rock theatre – Bowie was pretending to be “Ziggy Stardust”, on record and on stage, with all the commitment of an actor, and a good one, which ironically he really wasn’t. But offstage, he was coy about the difference between Ziggy and David. This was an inversion of the unique thing about musicians, as opposed to movie stars. It’s performance, but also a kind of reality, in that the person you’re seeing perform really is that person, filtering themselves through music. Bowie was taking the Dylan trick of shifting one’s identity further – you could occupy two identities at once, and you could deliberately blur the line between real and fake. And god knows, in the drug-addled rush of his heyday, that line got blurred in Bowie’s own head. Like so many spectacles, it was built to flash so bright and burn out so quickly. But for that brief, bizarre moment, it conquered the world – because it cut a picture that had never been cut, and filled a space that had never been filled.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand OK. We’re done. Let’s get you over to the mirror – oh, wait, shit. What time is it? How long have I been talking? Weren’t you watching the clock? No, no, OK, yeah, I told you to sit still and face me… Look, we can absolutely make it. If I take that backroad route the cops usually avoid, I can probably get you there no more than fifteen minutes late. And you know I will go to jail if I need to, so long as it gets you there! Alright – grab your shoes. We’ll listen to Aladdin Sane in the car, and I’ll tell you more.

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God, I love this one. Watch that maaaaaaa-ee-aaaaaaan… Yes, I saw it turn green. I’m just savoring the moment! It’s what life’s all about. Anyway, the thing about 1973 is that it was the first year that the Rolling Stones made a bad album. But that year, a whole bunch of people started putting out Rolling Stones songs better than they could. Elton John, the New York Dolls, Bowie. The best thing about Aladdin Sane is that army of crunching guitars. See, Hunky Dory and Ziggy Stardust, they’re not really rock ‘n’ roll records. They play with cabaret and beautiful ballads, all sorts of soft stuff. But for the most part, Aladdin Sane, which also plays with cabaret and beautiful ballads, KICKS ASS. Absolute ass. It’s the sound of the prettiest star, #1 in the UK and a wildfire rumor everywhere else, high on his own supply.

The thing about the Ziggy Stardust “concept” or “story” is that there really isn’t one. It’s all just scenes and songs, loosely linked together. Same with the Diamond Dogs album, which was originally supposed to be a musical about 1984 before George Orwell’s widow took legal action to stop him. So Aladdin Sane is often described as “Ziggy Goes to Washington”, the obsessed-with-America album. And the character Aladdin Sane, the one I just painted you to look like, is often described as a kind of Ziggy-Stardust-from-another-angle. But that’s really all the “concept” there is – and Bowie later admitted that his ideas were much vaguer for this album. Which is fine! He wasn’t an actor or storyteller or playwright or even a mime. He was a rock musician, so the concept of this album is “self-made androgynous alien superstar gets to make an album from the pinnacle of worldwide fame for the first time”. This is Bowie leaning back and enjoying being Bowie, thrilling to how well he’s curated the image he now inhabited from stage to stage.

But that was short-lived: at the end of the year he declaimed from one such stage that he was retiring from performance for good. Obviously, it didn’t take. Bowie wouldn’t be trapped by an image any more than Bob Dylan would – at a moment’s notice, he’d switch his costume and his sound. But because he didn’t yet know how smoothly he could execute those ch-ch-ch-ch-changes – sorry – something about Aladdin Sane is a little confused, the kind of album that doesn’t know exactly what it wants to be. This is probably why people don’t put it on lists of the greatest records of all time. Also, “Time” sucks. Here, listen to that one. No, wait, let me fast forward to this bit. This stupid bit in the middle, after the stupid bit about how time “falls wanking to the floor”, this bit where he talk-sings “screeeeams!” in the most self-parodic way possible. Honestly, I start to like it when the chorus builds at the coda. And I mean, look up the lyrics to “Watch That Man” one day. No one was better at hiding terrible ideas in terrific songs.

There’s an attitude throughout this album, a tough and liberated attitude that animates you like the cocaine Bowie was having for breakfast around this time. No, I’ve never tried it, I’ve told you that. And you’d do well to follow my example. Just look at Bowie, baby. Do you want to wake up one day having no memory of recording some of your greatest music, or deciding you should only eat milk and peppers, or having so fogged your mind you get caught by paparazzi doing a Nazi salute just for the hell of it? Anyway, this album hypes you all the way up. “Cracked Actor”? Crack, baby, crack, show me your reel… He was never this menacing, this pointed, this savage. Put that in my ears and I’ll run that mile in double time. Or even the why-did-you-do-this? cover of the Stones’ “Let’s Spend the Night Together”, on which he triples the intensity while dispassionately ripping all the tenderness out of it.

Shoot! I haven’t even mentioned Mick Ronson! Mick Ronson is the reason all the guitar solos on these albums sound like sorcery. Mick Ronson was the deputy of Bowie’s dreams. Honestly, I don’t need to say anything about Mick Ronson. Just google “David Bowie Mick Ronson” right now, and feast your eyes.

But what was I talking about. Uhhh… yeah. There was a lot on Bowie’s mind on this album. He’s obsessed with the US, but still hung up on the apocalypse stuff too. So you get the futurist doo-wop of “Drive-In Saturday”, about kids learning how to make out from watching clips of Mick Jagger in Performance – please do not do this – or “Panic in Detroit”, about god knows what. These songs are Bowie at his best as a lyricist – chopped-up lines that are all frantic suggestion, a gumbo of weird images adding up to a feeling, as opposed to a story. They cloud upbeat music in a doomy mood, and the juxtaposition is genius. And then there’s “Jean Genie”! Which is said to be about Iggy Pop, who was one of many forgotten pioneers Bowie used his power to resurrect by producing their records in ‘72 and ’73 – Mott the Hoople, Lou Reed… I said that Bowie should go to prison for trying to play the blues. But! When he filters it through his lilywhite cyborg vision, when that hard soul grows steel-cold and passion fossilizes into deadpan indifference…

OK, OK. I’ll stop. No, I don’t know why your dad talks like that. But who knows? Maybe pretension is hereditary. And if Bowie taught us anything, it’s that pretension is cool, if you have a little fun with it.

Anyway, we’re five minutes away, says here. Which is perfect, because it’s just enough time for us to listen to all of the title track. I’ll shut up for all five if you will. Well, no, I’ve barely let you get a word in edgewise, so you can talk. But you must keep perfectly silent for the entirety of the piano solo at 2:03.

…

Fuck.

Oh shit – pretend you didn’t hear that. Ah, fuck it – who am I to restrict you from any part of the vast and diverse plains of language? It’s a powerful word, Vinyl – deploy it only when necessary.

Oh, and that album cover? That makeup was designed by a guy called Pierre LaRoche, and was supposedly inspired by the logo on a rice cooker in photographer Brian Duffy’s studio. That album cover? That album cover was the most expensive album cover ever printed at the time. I guess they knew what Bowie was worth. Anyway, call if it gets close to midnight, and let me look at you one more time before you go in. Ahhhhh… yeah! Just about perfect, if I do say so myself, though I’m no Pierre Laroche. The lighting’s usually pretty dark at these parties, right?

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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(Baby Daddy)

Kirishima would get sooooo soft the second he finds out you’re pregnant.

Big fat tears would fill his eyes, the big man would be still for once in his life as it sinks in “I’m gonna be a dad?”.

Then he’s scooping you up in his arms, hugging you to his chest as he rocks you side to side in the kitchen, kissing at your hair and your forehead and your hands and anything he can reach. You’re crying too, but for entirely different reasons.

When he finally stops crying long enough to lean down and kiss you full on the mouth, he’s too rough, sharp teeth tear open your lip and you sob “Kiri, ow!”

“Oh, oh ‘m so sorry baby! Oh no, oh baby I didn’t mean to hurt you, just got too excited ‘nd wasn’t careful. I’m sorry-”

You don’t want to hear any of it, pushing at his chest and crying harder and harder with each word that falls from his mouth.

“I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Treat you so good, keep you safe and healthy and-and I’ll rub your feet, and get you whatever you start craving!” He’s already ahead of himself, ecstatic and overwhelmed with the information, hugging you too tight and hurting your joints.

There’s no stopping him.

The sex before was wild and rough, the definition of “bed breaking”.

Kirishima was almost feral, ready to shove his cock into you practically at all times, horny at the drop of a hat. You have to go on your tip-toes to reach a bowl in the kitchen? Kirishima’s slamming you against the counter and ripping your shorts down your legs so he can fuck your thighs, entranced by the little sliver of skin he saw when your shirt rode up.

You’re taking a shower? Kirishima’s bullying his way into the bathroom, practically drooling as he strips down, eyes never leaving your cowering, naked form. He hardly ever preps you well enough, so it always burns when he pushes inside you, but asking him to wait never worked.

A sex scene comes on the tv while you’re taking a nap on the couch beside him and Kirishima just has to wake you up as he pulls you into his lap. Bounces you on his cock while you cry, tired and overwhelmed, groggy and confused at all the sudden stimulation.

Kirishima only sometimes feels bad for finding your tears hot, as you whimper when he stretches you out. But mostly he lets himself enjoy his twisted desires, tells you it’s okay to cry, lays on the physical affection (kisses, petting with his hands, holding you close) extra thick while he’s fucking you just so you’ll sob harder. It makes you clench so deliciously around his dick.

But now? Now that you’re pregnant and carrying his child, the child that the two of you made together?

The man is gentle.

No more bending you over the couch, leaving bruises on your hips, fucking your throat like you’re a cheap whore. No more growling as he ruts into you, rumbling about how you can take it, how he’s going to get you pregnant, that he’ll breed you like a little cow until his seed takes.

Now he takes everything slow, even though it hasn’t even been a month since you’d taken the pregnancy test. You aren’t even showing. But he smooths his hands over your stomach anyway, eyes soft and twinkling before he kisses you softly, watches his teeth.

Kiri makes sure you’re comfortable during sex - he only ever initiates on the bed now, where it’s cushy and soft and you won’t get bruised or hurt. He handles you with careful hands, gently moving you about. The self control he exhibits is something to behold, especially when you can see how much he’s holding back.

He likes fucking you on your side, early in the morning or late at night, when both of you are sleepy and tired. He fingers you open, slobbers all over his fingers first to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, then when you’re good and ready he slides inside carefully, watching your body for any signs of discomfort.

It’s easy, slow rolls of his hips, a gentle buildup to his orgasm. It washes over him so slowly and so gradually that sometimes Kiri doesn’t even realize it, just keeps his rhythm and only stops when he feels his cum squelching out against his balls.

Even though you’re pregnant, Kiri still likes to breed you.

Pushes you on your back and coos softly at you as he hooks your legs over his hips, catches one of your hands so he can hold it romantically, keeping eye contact as he pushes inside you in one, fluid motion. He likes to see the way you clench your jaw, determined to not let out any noise, little huffs of air puffing from your nose.

Likes to snuggle after he cums, soft dick still tucked firmly into your cunt. He doesn’t want a drop to go to waste - waits until he gets hard again before fucking you slowly, making sure that you’re really, truly pregnant.

He gets gross and sappy, enough to make you flush with embarrassment and try to hide your face behind your hands. Leans down to mouth at your breasts, looking at you the entire time, only closing his eyes when they flutter shut from pleasure. “Can’t wait until you’ve got milk, you’re gonna be such a good mama.”

Kiri starts to call you “mama” at every turn. His previous petnames were more cutesy, “Baby” and “Sweetie”, but he likes reminding the both of you just what you are now.

“Feels good mama? Looks like it does-” He’ll tease, rubbing at your clit with a spit-soaked thumb as he pants above your tits, spent cock limp against his thigh, a plug nestled inside your cunt. When you clench and suck it deeper as you cum, Kiri groans, cock giving a little twitch.

“Hey pretty mama, come give daddy a kiss?” As soon as he gets home he’s dropping whatever’s in his hands to grab for you (you learned early on - come when he calls, or else there’ll be punishment). A broad hand always plants itself firmly on your ass, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he sucks at your mouth.

You hate his stupid perfect mouth.

It gets worse and worse as time goes on, as your belly and breasts swell and grow heavy. Kirishima can’t stop himself from latching on like a baby, nursing at you with heavy sucks and teasing licks. You’re so sensitive from all the hormones that you can’t stop your hips from bucking up ever so slightly.

Then you can feel Kiri raise an eyebrow, feel as he drags himself out from under your shirt to wipe away the spit from around his mouth. You don’t have to look to see how hard he’s tenting his pants.

“Can you cum from your tits? That’d be so hot little mama, wanna try?” And then he’s diving back under your shirt, redoubling his efforts in suckling at your chest, using a hand to grope your other tit while he makes a mess of the one with his mouth.

God, he’d just be so insatiable.

At least he’d be trying his best to be gentle.

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The Temptress

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Themes: Chubby Bucky Barnes, Themes of Sexual Abuse and Fluff-Smut fest. 18+ Only!!!!

Note: This is a different take where the reader uses her bodily wiles for missions. If you are not comfortable with such a theme, then please do refrain from reading sweetie! Please do comment and reblog!

Summary: You are the Temptress, luring your enemies with your tempting wiles and seduction for top tier secret missions. Even though loved by every single one on your team, not one of them liked that your body was being used for mere missions, especially love sick Bucky. But that didn’t stop him from liking you with all his chubby plumpy heart.

----

“I see my target and ready to set the bait."

"Okay Y/N, you know what to do."

Another lavish party. Another champagne in your hand. Another revealing dress. Another man to seduce.

Was there anything more to your life?

It was all simple today. You had to get this scruffy beefcake called, oh wait you didn't even bother asking his name, to fess up if he is a Hydra mole or not.

With a tantalizing sway of your hips, gliding gracefully towards the man was enough to garner his attention. All you had to say was a sultry hello and he immediately shoved away the three taut men who had his attention.

Trace your fingers on your collar bone and bat those eyelashes while you shamelessly ask for his name. He will fall on his knees till you get his name imbibed.

It worked like a charm.

After the pleasant salutations it took the expected turn: He kept blabbering about his wealth, his power and your most favourite: I've had countless ladies around my arm but none like you baby. But you waited patiently till he would be nothing but a whimpering mess in the cloakroom.

As you kept mindlessly handing him over glasses of champagne you slyly took over his mind with your charm, his desires and pheromones now playing at your fingertips. He neared you closer, taking in your scent and this was when you knew, this man is now pliant to your every command.

But you couldn’t help but smile when you heard the growl of a familiar avenger over the comms. Bucky Barnes.

You weren't alone of course. Steve and Sam came with their dates, Natasha and Wanda. Bucky decided to pull off a lone wolf, the mysterious assassin. No one would dare ask him why he came alone to a party without a date in his hands.

It is still a wonder how you ended up here. 20 years back you were a Hydra experiment; a toy. Now you were an Avenger.

Yes, you were labelled as "The Temptress" but the team never liked using you for your wiles. But when times get desperate and there was no way to go about it, Fury would assign you on extreme sensitive cases and you'd offer yourself like it never meant anything. The confidence and your boldness baffled every team-mate. Your body, your control – it was just a job. But just sometimes in the corner of your heart, you couldn’t help but think if you had no other use to life.

Only Bucky Barnes knew how you exactly felt even though you never told him.

And right now he couldn't stop growling as he sees your feigned giggles drop out of your sweet mouth when the bastard pulled you away privately.

"You're gonna break that jaw of yours, Buck."

"Nah punk, the only jaw that’s going to break is that scruffy bastard if he does anything more than she wants to."

Metal arm whirring Steve knew he couldn't do anything but follow them to the cloak room. He knew what was about to happen - the mole will lay an arm on you and you will willingly take it as you charm him to give you all the intel possible.

Wanda almost guffawed through the gap in her door; for you had the best resting bitch face of the century. She admired your boldness but hated the sight of the asshole over you. She realized the intensity of the mission then, one public allegation against this man and the whole mission would collapse.

Steve, Bucky and Wanda strategically stood outside, their enhanced abilities helping them to hear behind the thick dark wood doors. Nat and Sam were ready to attack anyone that seemed to know what was unfurling.

Bucky could hear the sounds of those sloppy kisses and he wanted to do nothing but rip the man's head from his body and throw it away deep down into the sea to the sharks.

"Buck, calm down please."

The slow silence from inside confirmed Bucky that you were doing what you were officially called for.

You waited for the right second and when you did, all you had to do was place one of your captivating kisses to his forehead when he was perfectly intoxicated with the right amount of alcohol and pheromones that you raised.

He was putty.

His dilated pupils gave you the answer- he is in your intoxicated trance. His heavy head fell onto your shoulders, your lips just hovering above his ears. Easy access for hoarse whispers that never fail on gullible men.

Bucky, Steve and Wanda went into full attention as they heard you do your tricks.

"Michael honey..."

"Y/N... I want you, baby."

"But I want something too, Michael. B-but I don't think you can tell me."

A cute innocent stammer? Check.

"I'll tell you whateva' ya' want baby. Let me be inside you-"

"Shhh Michael, not until you tell me what I want honey."

"Really?"

“Yeah, baby. You think that sexy brain of yours can tell me that?"

"Mmhmm yes."

"Who sent you here baby?"

"Mmhm 'twas Rumlow..."

Just like that in your two-minute window span, you made him fess up the most details of his aliases and allies inside the operation. An intel your team received, that Stark Industries had major Hydra moles at the top management who were able to get through clear cut security checks. Hence the reason you were here.

"Yeah honey? Then what baby, what did he want...explain to this little dumb baby..."

Just when his trance dissolved and got what you wanted, you pushed him to the floor ungraciously. Wanda came in the right moment playing with his mind to walk back into the party like nothing ever happened; with a feign memory about you in his arms...

You stormed out of the bathroom door with no expression and stood in front of Steve, "I think we got what we wanted Captain."

Bucky's heart sank for he saw a red bite on your neck and he just didn't know what to do. He still is, actually will never be, accustomed to these missions.

“That’s great Y/N. You did well.”

“You still baffle me with your tolerance my darling.”

“I wanted to punch that fucking face of his.”

“Are you okay Y/N?”

Steve, Wanda and Nat’s statements didn’t hold much weightage as much as Bucky’s question. He always asked you about your wellbeing first, not even caring if the outcome was successful.

You ignored the praises of your three friends, “Y-yeah Bucky. I’ll be fine.”

Nothing more was said as you walked away from the party premises, making your own way back to the compound.

---

After missions like these, you always preferred to be left alone.

You were the Temptress as long as you wore flawless makeup, revealing clothing and delicate lingerie. Once they are peeled off of your body when you step into that shower, you become Y/N.

No, not yet actually.

You would still be the Temptress until step into the hot shower and vigorously rub off the lingering touch of your target and his scent till your skin began to burn in irritation.

Then you became Y/N.

---

Bucky can't sleep on such nights.

You being beautiful was just an add on for him to be honest.

In such nights when you offer your body for a mission even though he knew the whole team hated themselves for allowing it to happen. He also knew that you weren’t ashamed but proud to use your body to get things done. You were so fucking bold and undeniably sexy, but it hurt Bucky a lot for a good reason because after these missions you tended to embrace solitude; he genuinely liked you to spend time with you on such occasions, but he wouldn’t dare to intervene in your private space.

The first time he met you was when he came back from Wakanda from rehabilitation. A new crew member they said, surprisingly with past shared experiences. He was very hesitant to make new acquaintances but with you, everything fell into place. Every moment spent with you felt like a calm breeze for Bucky.

But at the same time, he was plagued with a heart-wrenching thought how a kind-hearted, graceful woman like you was going to like a beefy, chubby man like him. It could have been the Wakandan medicines, but his belly was growing no matter how many fitness tests he passed; he even believed his body was a temple that was to be respected but he couldn't help but resent his pudge at times.

A sharp knock on the door removed himself from his self-pity thoughts. He was very pleased to find that he was interrupted by you.

Bucky could just melt into a goo. You always looked the same after these missions, a baggy shirt borrowed from Steve that came right above your knees, hair tied up high messily, face with no signs of makeup and your trademark dry skin from your infamous post mission steaming shower that took out the compound’s entire hot water. He felt concerned because of how tried and worn out you looked.

Was he happy that Steve only saw you as a sister? Yes. But was he envious that she wore his shirts as comfort? Hell ye-

"I know you must be tired BB but I kinda ran out of my moisturizer. So can I borrow yours?"

That's how you both started getting to know each other, over a goddamn bottle of Bucky's favourite Vanilla scented moisturizer that you found in a local drugstore. Scared it's going to be taken away from the market, you always bought it for him; 2 bottles a month. Apparently, it helps Bucky with the scars in his bad shoulder when they can get really hot and itchy.

Bucky didn't have to scuttle around; his room was minimal and neat. All he had to do was open his second drawer from the left and then came striding towards you. "I have like 4 bottles left; you can keep this."

"Thanks BB, have a good night."

Bucky loves your nickname for him. He knew you were referring to his first letters but according to Wanda and Vision, it sounds like baby, which is also a term of endearment apparently.

But Bucky also didn't miss how your stomach rumbled as you walked away without any small talk.

He hesitated to reach out to you because he'd never done it before but now, he was going to do it.

It was about time.

"Hello Y/N. It appears Mr. Barnes has kept something in your threshold just 20 seconds back. Might I advise you to take a look?"

---

Your rumbling tummy did not miss the aroma of hot food even before opening the door.

You bent low and picked up the warm tray towards your bed, the food neatly covered with similar sized plates. A bowl of white sauce pasta, two triangle sized toasted bread, a side dish of three little nuggets, your favourite flavour of pudding and a handwritten note.

I promise doll, I cooked all this...okay maybe not the left-over nuggets. Don't let me hear ya tummy rumblin again. - B.B.

So what did Bucky do, you ask?

His first gesture.

To show that he actually fucking cares.

Because no one else knew, nobody knew how you didn't have the energy to eat after such missions. But the warmth of the food and the kindness radiating from the tray in front of you, made you gobble the entire thing; and you couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick idiot. No one in these two decades made you feel special like Bucky Barnes.

How could you not like Bucky? The way he smiles when you remotely say anything to him, his nose scrunches when he gets annoyed with Sam’s bickering, the way he meticulously ties his hair into buns while his muscles flex, or your favourite – when he stretches his arms so wide you can see his chubby tummy peaking out. You could go on like a lovesick dame in the 1800s too.

There was no man like Bucky, and you liked him with all your heart.

Did I mention you forgot to read the postscript on that note?

P.S: There's chocolate milkshake in the fridge waiting for you.

---

Your next mission came in a couple of days - a follow up to the party one. The second Hydra agent was in a hotel who's name you couldn’t even pronounce. French names, right?

But this time it almost took the wrong turn because Bucky was never informed of it and decided to crash into your little sting operation. Steve realised how antsy he got when the nature of the missions involved you seducing a man, because Bucky was always on edge. So, he best decided not to tell his best friend.

He almost ruined the operation. He would have been benched for 3 months’ worth of missions if he hadn't barged into the luxurious bathroom late.

Steve and Wanda were already in the process of sending the man into another hypnotic stage right before sending him to Fury. Bucky took a few seconds realising you must have finished what you were here for. He wanted punch Steve at first, but then he saw you.

Oh, for heaven’s sake he was a goner.

As you rested in the gold encrusted luxurious bathtub, his eyes trailed on to everything he could capture over you. Like a nymph, you stroked your wet hair, in attempts to get rid of the unnecessary knots. He didn't fail to notice a heavy litter of dark bites on your neck, a sight he hated no matter how confident you were with your body.

He was a melted man when your gaze fell on him. Your eyeliner was so sharp it could cut his metal arm, mesmerized how it didn’t smudge with the water around you. He also realised you were bare, with little beads of water sticking onto your collar bone. When you looked up to him, he couldn’t help but glumly smile at your surprise. Realising he was looking at you shamelessly for too long he hurriedly looked around and came near you to hand you a fluffy bathrobe with his gaze lowered.

You knew Bucky would come for you even though you wanted him to come, Steve was firmly grounded about Bucky’s absence.

"Help me put it on BB."

His eyes never lowered. Never. You stood up from the bathtub, as naked as the day you were born waiting for Bucky to help you out. He looked into your eyes with adoration, and you returned a smile. You found it a bit cruel to play such a trick, but you even checked if Bucky would do that one-second eye drop to your exposed self. Every man you ever knew did that.

But you were wrong. Bucky would never. He just kept looking into your eyes.

“I missed you today,” you whispered.

He extended an arm and pulled you out, looked into your doe eyes and wrapped the robe around you and then made you turn away to tie it up. He didn’t know what to reply to you, but you on the other hand were able to put two and two together to figure out what he was feeling.

“You're not like others Bucky, I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“You mean like those vile, bastards who love to feed on women or our buddies who really don’t say anything?”

Bucky thought if he was being too forward with you but his silence was invited with your smile. Such a god sent gift Bucky was. You could sense the aura of possessiveness which was directed at you. He always means well to you. Always.

You were deep down happy at Bucky getting angry for you, but you tried to change the topic. “I never got to thank you for the food you gave me the other day.”

Bucky didn’t know what to do with his hands when you stepped forward, into his little space. You looked at him with such purity, oh my angel. But he couldn’t resist, the fingertips of his hands, grazed your cheek; Bucky caught hold a wet strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear.

“Why do you do this doll?” With pain in his voice, he asked you, “why do you do this? I've been on missions with you, you're such a fuckin efficient field agent and you know that.”

He stuttered, because he knew he was close to saying how you don’t have to offer your body for such missions and operations when you have people like Hulk, Wanda and Sam. He could go on. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t because then he’d sound like some sexist prick. But he also knew you could read minds, not as powerful as Wanda but you always caught upon Bucky’s aura.

You came up to him close, pressed your palm against his rough stubble (Bucky couldn’t feel his heart; he thinks its throbbing so fast it could beat the speed of light).

“We're both the products of Hydra. You went to rehab and I didn’t. You know how fucked up I am right?”

“I was brainwashed Y/N.”

“So was I!”

His hands gripped your wrists when you mentioned Hydra and it felt so right to intertwine your fingers with him. “You know this Bucky…I have been ruined by men and I didn’t even know all that time how my body was violated, because of their lust, their arrogance. I had no control. But now? Now I have the power over them, to control their vicious carnal desire to my and only my fucking advantage and there is no better way to redeem the small part of insanity that lurks over me. You know that you understand this better than anyone right?”

Bucky would tear up if not for Steve and Wanda lurking out. (Or in reality they left, realizing you two were talking something.) He did know about your past, just as you knew his. Fuck, what you said made sense to him but not at the cost of your…

“But you’re not alone Y/N!”

A mutual tear dropped down each of your cheeks- maybe because of their current state or how much they yearn each other for various reasons. Bucky never experienced gentleness until when your hands on his cheek, followed by a soft peck on his stubble.

“You’re a good man Bucky.”

With that you left Bucky behind alone with his racing thoughts.

---

But why did Bucky's opinion about you mattered the most?

Why do you do this doll?

But you’re not alone!

Scrubbing your skin through the shower, his voice plagued your head the entire time. Maybe you weren’t alone after all.

---

It took him a while to process the image before him. You in his red Henley, face shrunk in concentration as you plated the mac and cheese Bucky loves so much. Obviously, she’s cooking something for herself. Bucky bloomed into a smile when you looked up at him.

Whatever you do, it’s your choice and I’ll be there to support you, he wondered.

“I’m cooking for us, if you don’t mind?”

Of course, he forgets that you can read thoughts.

“I hope you don’t mind Bucky. Steve said it was laundry day and I asked Sam for his shirts, but for some reason he gave me your Henley.”

Sam knew the gargantuan crush the beefy soldier has for you and the crush you have for the dude with a cybernetic arm.

He neared you, not missing the significant whiff of your vanilla skin. He was too anxious and giddy to reply, instead just nodding to every question and request.

“Mac and Cheese, your favourite right?”

Bucky shrugged with pretense like he didn’t care that you remembered his favourite food, later to realise how silly he must’ve sounded. “Yeah, I mean who doesn’t like Mac and Cheese?”

You giggled at Bucky’s nervousness but quickly eased the situation by pushing the food in front of him. In the dim lights of the dining room, the both of you ate in a comfortable silence, asking recipe tips from one another and Bucky thanking you for the scrumptious food.

“You’re not mad at me?” asked Bucky, addressing the elephant in the room.

“I could never BB, why do you think so?”

“The conversation we had a couple of hours back. I didn’t mean to overstep, and I wanted to apologize”.

“Don’t worry about it yeah?” you whispered, placing a hand on his thighs gently for reassurance. “Thanks for looking out for me BB.”

After a couple of giggles while washing the dishes together you both decided to sleep for the night. “Thanks a lot doll. This is probably my last mac and cheese for the year.” You shot a questionable glance to which he said, “I’m getting fat Y/N…I have to uh start eating lesser.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” you stopped what every you were doing and placed your hands over his, you eyebrows scrunched up in seriousness, “You will eat as much as to your heart’s content no matter what.”

“That will make me even more undesirable doll.”

“No, it does not,” you cup his cheeks now, eyes intensely onto each other. Bucky can hear your racing heart and he can’t hear his, “there just you know… a lot more of you to like then.”

You still remained cupping his cheek, breathing intensifying, while you scuttled to him closer. You were waiting for your lips to smack his gently but Bucky interrupted-

“Can I kiss you?”

You froze for a second because no way you didn’t think Bucky would want something that you wanted. But he misunderstood the silence and made him hyper, “Or maybe not. We don’t have to kiss. Maybe after a date or two if you think I am your type”.

Nope. You weren’t waiting that long. You leaned towards him to cut off his ramblings, his chapped lips slowly softening with yours. You hesitated for a few seconds when you realised, he didn’t reciprocate but immediately put your fears to rest when he tugged your closer to kiss you back.

Both of you let go only for you two pull him into the empty living room to continue what you started.

Bucky sat on the couch and you slowly sat over him, asking if this was okay and he was ready to give you another hungry kiss. Both of your hands traced each other, giggling when you felt Bucky’s cool metal arm over your skin. When it felt right both of you stopped kissing and gazed into each other like any rom com you would’ve stumbled over.

“I want to go slow babe. I want to learn to love every single thing about you.”

Bucky agreed. He wanted the slow pace too - to savour every single moment with you.

---

The Hydra mission was coming to an end. One last man to take control over and you could take that vacation you wanted. You had plans of going somewhere isolated but maybe this time you could take Bucky with you if he were really into it.

All evidence sprightly pointed to Rumlow and you couldn’t wait to knock him down once you apprehended his last ally.

Ever since that night, unconsciously you started spending more time with Bucky. Coordinating gym schedules, movie nights, sneaking into each other’s room for cuddles and tender kisses and cooking each other your favourite meals of the day. It wasn’t a while when the team got to know about your shenanigans when they caught you feeding each other spoons of Nutella on the kitchen counter.

Everyone especially Steve was the happiest for you. He was the one who rescued you on a mission when Bucky was in rehabilitation in Wakanda. To see you happy along with his best friend, his pal Bucky made him the happiest man alive.

“If he hurts you, I won’t hesitate to punch that jerk.”

“Wait till I whoop your ass in training punk!”

This time Bucky wasn’t going to fall for any trick. He was accompanying you this time.

And his overprotectiveness knew no bounds. For anyone else it might have been claustrophobic, but Bucky’s concern came from a place of love. So, he kissed you more passionately before leaving for the last mission that required you to use your wiles.

“Aww Bucko, are you jealous?” you asked him as he wrapped his arms around your black satin gown. He even got a peak of your lace lingerie you wore only for him to go short circuited. When Bucky became possessive, he also became clingy.

“I’m always yours honey.”

Bucky wanted to mark you so bad but didn’t upon your request. Mark me tonight after the mission.

The mission was going well and just as you planned. This man was astute and a tad more difficult to gain attention. But nothing like a desperate dame craving for a man’s attention – it always flares up the weak male ego. From that point onwards small talk and batting your doe eyelashes worked like a charm as you slid into the booth with him. Next two minutes you know you’re in his private suite.

All you had to do was make him confess and then rest was the team’s work of doing whatever they wanted to do. You were already imagining the vacation you were gonna go with Bucky, the only thought that helped you put on a cheerful face.

You got him intoxicated and played with his pheromones, but for some reason it took an extra effort to control his. He fessed up, everything Steve needed to seize him.

But nothing happened. Doors didn’t break like you anticipated and none of the avengers turned up like it would and for the worse you could no longer control him.

“Come on sweetheart. You don't think I know you. You're that Temptress that escaped from Hydra's clutches and wow baby, you are something.”

“H-how did you- “

Your reflexes were fast undoubtedly, but unfortunately, he was uncannily quicker. “You all Avengers thinking that there are only two super soldiers in this whole goddamn universe but guess what sweet cheeks," a sudden grip on your throat, "you all so wrong".

With the force with which he held, the pushed you down onto your knees and harshly held onto your hair. “I may have fessed up with your low effort seduction, but I might as well have some fun before I meet my doom.”

Your ears comms was crushed as you screamed for help. “These walls are made of thick metal sweetheart. There is only room for you and me.”

It felt like a nightmare, gripping on to your hair harder every time you screamed for Bucky. “Come on princess, I have heard about you from a lot of my colleagues back from Hydra about your sweet supple skin to suck on- “

Thud!

Back at home, it annoyed you, but right now you were grateful that Vision could fly through walls to pin down the target down. You were too dazed to notice Vision cutting a hole through the wall with his Mind Stone while a streamline of apprehensive avengers came near you.

"Target Acquired, Captain. He's all yours."

Bucky was the first one to enter, not bothered about the bastard pinned under Vision. He wanted to strangle him to his death, but he paid more attention to you. He picked you up to place you on the bed and draped his black coat over you torn dress.

"Hey, let's remove those heels yeah."

You flinched a bit when Bucky touched you. “Easy darlin’ it’s me, your Bucky, okay? Do you want Wanda to help you out?” His heart crushed when you whispered a sorry and leaned into his shoulders for support.

Bucky didn’t like it one bit; he could only feel fury. Calm only washed over him you hugged him in pain, feeling your tears streaming down his neck. He didn’t let you go, held you throughout the ordeal and even carried you all the way.

Bucky took you back to the compound without any exchange of a conversation. He was already thinking of ways to make you feel better. He knew recipes to cure a bad day, but this? Bucky believed that surely after being assaulted by a man, the last thing you needed beside you was him.

Your answer indeed surprised him.

“A-are ya sure? I can send Nat or Wanda...”

“I want you or no one, Bucky.”

He helped you out of your torn dress, eyes lowered even though he had the boyfriend label. His touch was so gentle – maneuvering you into the warm embrace of the water in the bathtub. Your heart melted when he asked if he could touch you to scrub the sweat off of you with your vanilla bath salts. Patting you dry later on he brought some of his clothes for you upon your request, which apparently calmed your senses because they smell like him and helped you put it on

The lights were switched off and in darkness you cried out. But this time you had someone to share those tears with, someone who was willing to hold you through this.

"D-don't let me go Bucky"

And he didn’t. Throughout the night when you buried your head in his chest, he raked his fingers through your tresses to calm you. He left soft forehead kisses and whispered words of comfort. It was so ironical Bucky wondered how you wanted to be held so badly and he never thought his wish to hold someone and be held would come true. (The latter would happen sooner than he’d know).

Between wiping your tears and placing forehead kisses, Bucky Barnes fell asleep peacefully after a very long time with the softest dame he has ever set his eyes on. You on the other hand thanked the stars, for being so lucky to be with a man like Bucky.

The next day morning when you woke up, you found the bed empty near you. Before you could turn frantic, Bucky came in, stating that he woke up early to make you your favourite, traditional breakfast you enjoyed. He was willing to do anything to make you forget.

But the truth? He just had to try out the new human punching bag that was kept down in the confinement area

Steve had gotten most Intel last night but failed to know about the fool proof metal room. Seeing Bucky’s seething rage when he turned up to him this morning, Steve needed an excuse to punch the vile bastard who hurt his best friend's lover.

“We’ve gotten everything from him Buck, he’s gonna rot in confinement.”

“No.” Bucky’s statement was simple “He hurt Y/N.”

So Golden Boy Steve Rogers says a white lie to his superior: “He claims to say he has told us every coordinate, but we think he’s hiding something...”

“Use brute force if needed. I have to know the coordinates.”

This was the only order of Fury’s that he happily obliged to.

---

But Bucky still thought you deserved more than words of comfort. He wanted to surprise you.

“I know staying in the compound can be glum doll, maybe we could go somewhere alone?”

“The both of us?”

“Yeah? I know a place.”

And that place was Tony's guesthouse that was graciously handed over to the super soldiers to share as their safe house, whenever things got too overwhelming in the 21st century.

You were the happiest when you realised where Bucky was taking you. You healed with Bucky, you shared experiences and deep, dark thoughts with him throughout your stay. You spoke about how you felt about the whole incident and Bucky held and listened to you patiently. He reminded you about your bravery, your boldness and that no matter how much you could protect yourself, that he was always going to be there for you.

Bucky brought you here with the intention of giving you space and time to process everything that has happened, but he wouldn't be lying if he didn't expect to steal a few kisses and moments throughout the stay.

But he did make love to you on the third night of the stay when the crescent moon reflected over the still water of the lake. It was oddly chill that night, so Bucky and you cuddled up near the fireplace talking about nothing in particular. Then there was a gradual shift in the air when you fed chocolate-covered strawberries to Bucky. You licked the chocolate off of his lips and Bucky seized the opportunity to passionately kiss you

A calm silence took over the cottage, except for the sounds of sweet whimpers and kisses. With every clothing you peeled off of him, you felt closer to him soulfully, but for him suddenly he felt the growing insecurity over his body.

You stopped when you realised he was not completely with you at that moment.

“Buck...is it me?” you placed your palm over his speeding heart.

“N-never”

“C’mhere”

He felt overwhelmed already. The feeling of your supple breasts on his torso ignited something in him, he was still getting used to skin-to-skin contact.

“Focus on my touch Bucky…feel me.”

Head tucked under your neck, he hugged you. He felt warm; as warm as the hot cocoa you would make him after missions got over, as warm as the water he would stand under when he was alone with his cold thoughts.

You reassured Bucky with all of your heart, “I feel so warm because of you Bucky, I feel happy because of you, because of your body, my cozy haven.” He slipped a few tears as you continued, “I love your body Bucky, just as much as you love mine. No matter your shape and size, I still love you baby.”

“I don’t deserve you”.

“I don’t deserve you either BB, but we chose each other, right?”

Bucky was soft when he gained the courage to make a move. He was passionately gentle with you, his kisses tickling you all over your skin. Giggles escaped, something you never thought you would do during sex. His beard pricked you in the right places when he licked your glistening heat when you gripped his head too hard. He made you cry as well when you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you.

“I wanna touch you too Bucky,” you whispered but to that he replied that he wanted to be inside you because everything was about you tonight. Whining in moans, Bucky slowly pushed into you with his forehead pressed onto yours with his lips hovering above your own. He rocked in and out of you, lacing your fingers with the entire time.

You chanted his name, slipping in praises of how good he felt inside you when he came.

Time in the cottage went on about talking as well about past experiences with lovers and past affairs. Your heart wrenched so hard when you heard him say that he caught his ex-moaning another's person’s name while he was with her. Turns out she was none other than the girl from accounting at Fury’s office.

Oh, you were definitely going to have a word with her. From now on everything you did was going to be about him and him alone.

Your Bucky.

When you both came back to the compound, he was more vocal with his new blooming relationship with you. Hands touching you for any small reason, he craved your touch and so did you. He had no problems with public displays of affection.

He loved it when you rubbed his belly, your soft hands peaking under his shirt and in to-and-fro motion. The soft purr he would whisper would make your heart do flips. He was a super-soldier with the heart of a teddy bear.

He enjoyed baths with you, especially if he was surrounded by his favourite Vanilla scents. You always made everything about him; he deserves so much after that night you realised; he had a boulder of insecurities. And you were going to help him crack every single one of them.

The pudges he thought was unattractive gave you the warmest hugs every day, his thick thighs with uneven hair were the best thing to lie on after a stressful day, his bad shoulders littered with scars was your safe place to cry on when things got stressful. His plump cheeks could be kissed every second of the day.

Bucky was your home. How could you ever complain about his nooks and crannies?

He even supported your role in missions, whatever you would do. Temptress or a field agent, you were still the love of his life.

But that also didn’t stop him from being a dramatic asshole. The conversations you both had always baffled the eavesdroppers, especially your teammates.

“Hey, honey, I think we need to talk, okay?”

Your heart stirred even though you knew what was coming. But you didn’t really get why he was talking about this in public.

“Listen I love you so much but- “

“Bucky baby I know what you're going to say but I can't help it okay”

Sam and Steve pretended not to listen, too engrossed in the cereal that looked more interesting than a couple fighting, but secretly happy they were a part of some team gossip

“But how long Y/N. Sometimes I open up the closet and it's not even there”

Steve and Sam’s brain cells couldn’t get it.

“Y/N. You have got to stop wearing my boxers as your underwear every day.”

“But-but it's so comfy!” Bucky wasn't acquainted with tech, but he could promise that you looked exactly like the pleading emoji you use while messaging. Steve laughed all over his cereal, but poor Sam couldn’t; He was not buying any of this shit.

"You all are disgusting. In front of my cereal? Really?"

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The question Sam and Clint were waiting to ask Bucky since you began dating was finally popped. But for obvious reasons for being polite since you were right there, Sam and Clint started with the cliché statements.

Hey I'm happy you guys pulled it off.

Finally Cyborg grew a pair and is finally with you Y/N. Great stuff.

You both are so cute.

How is sex with the Temptress??

Bucky blushed so HARD. So hard, his face matched with his favourite red Henley then overcame with a possessiveness. He gripped your hand and head held high. "Uh- n-none of your business birdbrain."

But you knew their intentions and you knew what was coming, it was hilarious how they beat around the bush to get to it. What more than a better opportunity to ask Bucky when he chose Truth over Dare?

You giggled so loud which made Bucky's heart warm. One second he would give you his heart eyes and the next second he turned around and shoot daggers at Sam and Clint with his gaze.

"Bucky, I have never seen Y/N blush in so many years of knowing her. I'm sure she is fine with it."

You nodded and whispered into his shoulders. “Don’t play spoilsport, go on”

"Y/N is..."

Amazing? Mind-blowing? Absolutely a soft sex goddess sent from heaven for him. This question should be illegal to ask.

Bucky couldn't answer because his mind oh his dirty mind was replaying all the things you have done when Bucky became more vocal in bed. Pecking trail of kisses of his pudgy torso, tugging on his hair when you left red hickeys on his neck, biting the inside of his thighs especially when you were on your knees for him. He was also invited with the memory of last night of how he was worn out and couldn't get his cock up after cumming five times over the course of the night, so you had to ride his thigh to satiate yourself.

"Fuck doll that's the hottest thing you've done on me."

All of this without her abilities.

It just now struck his mind, how you would be if she had actually played with his pheromones holy fuck-

Everyone knew what was Bucky thinking about after seeing Wanda's flushed face and was even more hilarious when she answered for Bucky.

"She is a fucking sexual beast."

"YOU WENT INTO MY HEAD?"

“I didn't,” Wanda sniggered, “You were just...thinking loud.”

"You know I can read your thoughts to an extent too, right? Soft sex goddess huh?"

Bucky took a huge swing of the Whiskey bottle in front of him to cover his embarrassment. But liquid luck they would call it, Bucky’s confidence shot up to heights, "Yeah you're right. She is fucking amazing in bed and guess who she belongs to? Me. That's right. She’s mine and I think we’re done here."

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He knew how you hated your lace littered wardrobe because of the memories associated with your missions.

“Mmhm yeah.” He began to unbutton you, but this time caught you in his favourite colour. Plum coloured lace lingerie that he had bought that was so delicate he could see your cute nipples. He flicked them with his thumb which incited a melodious whine from you.

He still remembers that day. It was you who had asked him to buy you one.

In an effort to search for his missing boxers, he stumbled into your wardrobe. A large drawer, a place where possibly his garments could go missing was only found with your formal delicate.

Now Bucky Barnes wasn’t a creep but seeing your drawer stirred something in him.

He’s not a dumb man; he has seen women and men who fawn over and die for scintillating lingerie. He knew it was all about making themselves feel sexy as well as for their possible lover. But it wasn’t the same for his lover.

He loves you in your cotton fabric; hell, every time he made love to you, he would find you in cute, mismatched panties and bra (though you called it boring and unsexy) and how you would apologize for it. But Bucky would take you anyway. The man loved you.

But there was something about seeing your woman in lace-

“Should I be worried my 100-year-old boyfriend creeps over my panties?”

He stuttered so bad trying to close the drawers in haste but in vain. “N-nothing I was just searchin’ for my boxers honey.”

“You want me in one of these dontcha?”

Bucky’s blush was all the answer you needed. All you did was take a piece of paper and quickly scribbled something onto it. A number with a letter he soon realised what it was.

“Go crazy Bucky. I’m pretty sure not so golden boy Stevie can help you find out some stores for you.”

Bucky’s eye froze processing this new information. Did his Steve really know about this stuff?

Turns out he did. He blames it on his fiancé, Natasha.

"I also heard you wanting to use my abilities. Do you want that BB? It might get a little intense” You pushed Bucky back onto the bed, straddling him with no subtlety.

“Yeah, my love, nothing can beat this serum” Bucky shot a cocky grin at you which he would later regret when you would go all dominatrix on him. A soft dominatrix for your own man teddy bear.

“I love you so much honey, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you…”

Let’s just say neither of you didn't go soft on each other and next day the former winter soldier and the temptress just couldn't walk. As a matter of fact, none of you seemed to be complaining.

Bucky was the best thing to ever happen to you. You may be the temptress, but no one tempted your heart and soul like Bucky did. Always yours, always and forever.

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Invisible String

Although Spencer Reid and the Reader don’t find themselves in a romance with each other until well into their adulthood, their relationship has been decades in the making. Almost as if something as been pulling them together all these years.

A/N: sorry for such a long wait but i’ve been struggling a lot mentally as of late. i hope you guys enjoy this one shot!! As always requests are open and heavily encouraged!! And of course this is inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name :)) Also keep in mind although the following scenes are heavily inspired by some scenes in Criminal Minds, elements of them have been slightly altered to fit in Y/N as a character.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute strangers to lovers fluff fic!

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: typical criminal minds case discussion, mentions of child trafficking when discussing this case, but no real detail. slight spoilers for season eight (beginning maeve stuff) and tiny spoilers for season fifteen (briefly mentions max but nothing really important to the plot at all)

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?”

You had met Spencer Reid 3 times before you had really met him.

It was almost silly to think about it now. Now that you and Spencer have been dating for 3 years, it was strange to believe there were so many chances for you two to meet years earlier.

When you were sixteen years old, you got your first part time job. You worked at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop called Iced Dreams. You hated it so much. Your manager was a total creep, your older coworkers were rude and condescending to you, since you were one of the youngest people working there, but most of all you hated the uniforms.

Consisting of a very stupid looking hat, bright pink with randomly embrodiered teal patterns, an outdated bright teal shirt, it had been given to you from a dirty bin in the back, and judging by the sewn in shoulder pads, it had to be at least a couple decades old.

So one day, you didn’t wear the hat.

It wasn’t entirely purposeful. You couldn’t find it, you searched your room, you searched your car, so eventually you had to leave without it to prevent being late. Still, as you clocked it and passed the box of extras in the office something made you decide to leave it alone.

You were about 8 minutes into your shift when your manager approached you. “Y/N? Where’s your hat sweetheart?” You hated this man so much. You had gone to your parents time and time again, recounting his creepy behavior towards you and the other teenage girls who you worked with, but they refused to let you quit.

When you had started working there, he used to enforce this ridiculous rule that all the female workers had to wear skirts as part of their uniform, but you had gathered all the sixteen and seventeen year olds who worked there and all threatened to quit if he didn’t change the policy. So you were no stranger to breaking and defying the rules.

“Yeah I couldn’t find it, sorry.” you shrugged.

He chuckled and reached his hat out to touch your face. You jerked back, you almost wanted to refuse to wear one of the stupid extra hats just so that you could get fired.

“Well, Y/N its policy sweetie. No matter how special you are to me you still need to wear the hat. There’s extras in the office.”

“No way I’m wearing one of those. I bet they have like lice or something.”

He pursed his lips and sighed “Well I suppose that beautiful hair is just too pretty to wear a used hat huh. . . What do you suggest? If you’re working you have to wear it.”

You laughed, “Well you could let me go home.”

He paused, “Why don’t you go sit in the office, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”

So you did, for about 10 minutes you sat in the office, surrounded by frozen yogurt flavor marking posters and boxes of old uniforms, and each passing minute you feared for the worst. Maybe you were actually getting fired? You really didn’t want to go that far, because, as much as you hated it, you really needed this job.

When your manager finally came to talk to you he held a small salted caramel frozen yogurt, your personal favorite flavor, and a twenty dollar bill. He handed them both to you.

“You seem so stressed Y/N, why don’t you take the day and go get lunch. My treat,” he said, smiling that weird twisted smile that always made your full body shiver.

However you were broke as hell, and no teenager in their right mind would ever pass up free food, so you took it, grabbed your keys and started to leave

Yet as soon as you walked out the back door you dropped your frozen yogurt, cup fully upside down, onto the pavement. You cursed, you hadn’t even taken a bite of it yet, and it looked like he had put coconut flakes on it, and you loved coconut. Still, you had your twenty bucks, and that was a pretty sweet pay out considering you were only clocked in for about 20 minutes.

So you got Chinese food, and spent what was supposed to be your shift in the shopping mall across town, completely and blissfully unaware of the fact the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was dragging your manager away in handcuffs.

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Young Spencer Reid had only joined the FBI about a month ago. Despite being a genius, and providing crucial information to the solving of cases, he was aware of the most obvious. He was only twenty two years old, and he was scrawny as hell.

He felt this intense need to prove himself, especially to make Gideon proud.

So when they got a case about a the kidnapping and sex trafficking of teenage girls, he saw it as something he could really involve himself in. Based on the profile, it wasn’t going to be a large, strong, confident unsub who Morgan needed to tackle. This man would be ugly sure, but he would be a manipulative mastermind. Reid could work with that, he could prove himself.

He surprised everyone with his sheer work ethic and determination to find this man, and through consistently revising and delivering the profile soon enough they got a hit. A young woman in her early twenties called the tipline and reported her own manager. Insisting he fit the profile perfectly, and described how strangely he treated the minors who worked there, and how he almost exclusively hired young girls, treated them great and then switched as soon as they became legal.

So Garcia did her magically digging, and soon enough the FBI was tearing up a frozen yogurt shop, looking for any evidence of pedophilia. Garcia was even brought along, as she was pivotal to discovering any secret files in his computer.

At first, all they could find were strange compilation videos and under employees skirts. Spencer, and the rest of the team, were struggling to connect how he could get so many videos from an angle like this without anyone noticing or reporting him, until Gideon uncovered an old dusty pair of shoes, in which the right one held a small camera at the toe.

Although this was absolutely disgusting, it wasn’t enough to prove he was running the ring or kidnapping the girls, so Garcia kept digging. Meanwhile, Spencer tried to make himself useful by checking out the back of the store.

That’s where he found your clock-out receipt.

“Hey guys, we might want to take a look at this,” he shouted out.

Morgan grabbed the paper from his hand, “Ok, I don’t get it kid, it’s trash.”

Spencer pointed to the details on the slip, “Yeah but it says here she clocked out 18 minutes ago after only working for 23 minutes and 46 seconds. If this guy is our unsub, this girl could be in a lot of trouble.”

“Maybe she’s still here, has anyone checked out the parking lot yet?”

Spencer shook his head, and followed Morgan out the back door. There they discovered some almost completely melted salted caramel frozen yogurt.

Morgan bent down to investigate, “Yeah, we gotta get this to the lab, but I can tell you right now that there’s clearly more than just coconut topping this yogurt. It also means we have another victim.”

Spencer crouched down as well, “Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean kid? We’re missing a teenage girl and we’ve already found illegal evidence on this guy's computer. She’s in trouble.”

“Well judging the shape and inscription of these pills it appears to be some pretty strong rohypnol, almost certainly prescription grade. And ingesting it like this means she probably would have begun to feel its effects fairly early, I would predict 15 minutes. She clocked out 18 minutes ago, so even if she left exactly at that time she would have certainly crashed her car on the way home. The nearest residence is 8 minutes away from here, we’re in a complete shopping district. There’s only two cars out here and neither have a passed out driver, so I would bet she didn’t eat any of it. Also, the only spoon out here is still wrapped in plastic, “ Spencer analyzed.

Morgan sighed, “Well what do we even do then?”

Before Spencer could answer Hotch opened the back door. “We got him.”

Spencer turned to Morgan, “I’m sure her phone number is somewhere inside, I say we call her and make sure she’s ok. She probably doesn’t even know this is happening right now.”

So he did find your phone number, and although he initially pushed the phone to Morgan, he just chuckled and pushed it back.

“No way pretty boy. You’re the know-it-all with all that profiling out there, you can call her,” and before he could protest Morgan left, so Spencer was left to call you.

And strangely, for it being the first time he would ever interact with the love of his life, he thought nothing of it.

And that was the first time you had met Spencer Reid.

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The second time was years and years later, when you were waitressing night shifts to make extra money. You had never forgotten meeting Spencer Reid the first time, but this was the first time you would ever see his face.

You were slightly concerned when you got a call from a man, whose name you had now long forgotten, claiming he worked for the FBI. Although you weren’t incredibly surprised to hear your manager committed such heinous crimes against children, you were taken aback by how close you had come to becoming one of his victims.

But that was 9 years ago. In your college days it became a fun story you told at frat parties, but you were 25 now. Sometimes you would think about the incident when you couldn’t sleep, and if you were feeling feisty you would use it as an icebreaker or a “two truths, one lie” statement, but otherwise you didn’t really think about it.

You had plenty of other things to worry about, in fact, that’s exactly why you worked so much. It was so much easier to forget when you were constantly preoccupied with complaining customers and terribly awkward blind dates.

You had just sat this man, incredibly handsome, however it was clear he was on some kind of date. His reservation was for two, and he spent way too much time adjusting his clothes and table setting for him to not be trying to impress someone special. He also brought a gift, which judging by the packaging and shape, seemed to be some kind of wrapped book.

Even though he was 15 minutes early for his own reservation, he still looked really nervous, almost like he already believed she might not show up. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to go talk to him.

“Anyone ever tell you you should model?” you started with.

He looked up “Excuse me?”

“Sorry for being so bold, you just look so familiar,” he weirdly sounded very familiar as well, but you didn’t tell him that. “Are you sure you haven’t modeled? You have excellent bone structure. I bet you could.”

He laughed to himself, “yeah I’m sure.”

“Well your date is very lucky either way. I wish I had a boyfriend as handsome as you. Actually I wish I had a boyfriend period, but that’s a whole other story.”

He chuckled, and although you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t be flirting with him considering he was 15 minutes away from being actively on a date talking to him made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What happened with your boyfriend? Do I even dare ask?”

“Well I kind of always knew he wasn’t super interested in me, but I really liked him, so I did my best to ignore his wandering eyes,” you sighed. “That didn’t stop him from leaving me for his coworker though.”

“That’s terrible.”

You smirked, “That’s not even the worst part, he broke up with me over a 27 second phone call. He didn’t even let me respond, he just kind of hung up.”

“I’m sorry, no one deserves that. Especially not you. I’ve only been talking to you for a couple minutes and I can tell that.”

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.”

You smiled, “Well I should probably stop flirting with you now, considering your date hasn’t even started yet. And don’t worry, she’ll show, you’re so handsome she’d be stupid not to.”

He looked confused. “You were flirting with me?”

You laughed, “I thought you were good at reading people?”

He smiled back at you, and it made your heart soar, this silly, pure goofy smile that made you want to replace his date and have dinner with him right then and there.

You walked back to your hostess stand. A couple minutes later you noticed the handsome stranger on the phone. You thought nothing of it until later when a woman came in, clearly nervous, holding a gift bag.

“Can you give this to Spencer Reid for me please?” You recognized the name, the man you were just speaking with had filed his reservation under it.

“Um, yeah sure, aren’t you going to go in? He’s at that table over the-” but before you could finish your sentence the woman was gone. Your heart sank, poor Spencer, how could someone drop their date off a gift but stand them up anyway? That’s just cold.

When you get up to bring the gift to him, he’s already heading out of the restaurant himself.

“Sir? Spencer? Dr. Reid?” he turned his head. “A lady came in and dropped this off for you.”

His face dropped, it almost looked like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you before leaving.

He ran out the door, both gifts in hand and whipped his head around a few times before sighing and speeding off in one direction. Even before you learned what happened after that and leading up to it, you felt terrible for the handsome stranger.

How could you not for someone so clearly distressed? Someone so clearly in love?

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7 years and a divorce later you were spending your Saturday in a park, strangely contemplating love itself. Although you barely remember that night all those years ago when you spoke to Spencer, he did. Vividly. In fact, on this Saturday you both were in a public park, contemplating your many failed attempts at true love.

It was your first wedding anniversary without your husband. Although you had only been married for two years, you still were having a hard time navigating life without him.

You started to wonder if you would ever find the true love you had been wishing for since your youth. Was 32 too late? Had you lived out all of your opportunities?

When you were little your mother had told you that all soulmates were attached at the left ring fingers, by small, incredibly thin strands of gold string, invisible to the naked eye. She insisted that these strings were constantly trying to pull you and your soulmate together, and that when life was ready for you two to meet, you would.

Until then, you would have small, mindless interactions. Things you wouldn’t think about, maybe even things that weren’t interactions at all. You would get the same commercial jingle stuck in your head. You would both get an intense craving for the same food. You’d have the same dream.

As a kid you were obsessed with this idea, you thought it was so romantic, and you fully believed everything your mom told you about it. You always asked her for more stories, and at bedtime you refused to sleep unless she would tell you more.

But now you were sure soulmates, true love even, didn’t exist. The invisible pretty gold strings your mother weaved fantastic stories with were completely fabricated. If they weren’t, you would have seen the clues by now.

Right?

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Spencer Reid was given an assignment from his therapist. He had to spend his Saturday off trying to interact with a stranger. Making friends with someone other than his colleagues may seem like a simple task for some, but it was something the young genius had almost no experience with.

He understood that it was probably for the best. He wasn’t exactly great with relationships of any kind, but especially not romantic ones. It didn’t take a genius to know that a couple of flirtations, a dead girlfriend he had only seen once, and a long time unrequited (or at least he thought unrequited) infatuation with his best friend and godsons’ mother was not a very great track record.

He, just like you, was also beginning to believe that he was hopeless when it came to love. That 38 was too old, that his time to meet someone and have the children he dreamed of had long passed.

But right as he was about to call JJ, to see if she would invite him in on the case Garcia had started to work on, he saw you.

Unlike you, he remembered your face and your interaction vividly. That almost date with Maeve was one of the biggest defining moments of his life, and what are the chances that the waitress from that very night was now less than 30 feet away from him, reading under the green leaves of a tree.

He wasn’t going to say anything, until he saw the book you were reading.

The Narrative of John Smith.

It must have been a sign, for what he wasn’t exactly sure yet, but it just had to mean something. The universe had to be reaching out to him, he had experienced crazier things.

And just as he was about to walk over to you, to close the gap between the gold strings tied around your ring fingers, a child interrupted his train of thought.

“That’s a strange haircut.”

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Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were finally reuniting after many years. They barely got to see each other these days, but even though he was teaching and working at the BAU, Spencer still was willing to clear his schedule to second Derek suggested they meet up.

Morgan was excited as well, both to see his friend and to hopefully help him get a date. Sure, he had liked what he had heard about Max, but he wasn’t exactly surprised it had only lasted a couple months between her and Spencer. They just seemed too different.

Plus, now he got the chance to play wingman again, and he was ecstatic about that. Spencer not so much.

“I don’t know Morgan, it’s only been a couple months since we broke up. Wouldn’t it be too early to start talking to other people?”

“Pretty boy, you and I both know that the rate in which you’ve had relationships is not even close to the average. You need to balance that out somehow.”

Spencer sighed, he knew Derek was right, but he still felt strange.

“Morgan, have you ever heard of the red string of fate?”

“No, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.”

“It’s an East Asian philosophy, based on the discovery that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger, actually that’s where the belief in pinky promises come from. The reason it’s integrated in so many different cultures is that-”

“Kid, you’re losing me here,” Morgan interrupted. “Finish your thing about the string.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s the idea that human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. Essentially, the idea is that although we might not realize it, our lives move in a pre-ordained direction, guided by invisible strings that are woven into the fabric of the Universe itself. And all the while, the red thread connecting us to our distant soulmates is getting shorter.”

“Well it’s an interesting theory kid, but it’s a lot to think about. I mean, we’re in a bar, let loose a little bit. Not every interaction has to be about getting closer to your soulmate. And sure, maybe you’ll meet them one day, maybe even soon. But you’re here now, and just because your one true love may not be, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to be here.”

Spencer sighed, “You’re right. I don’t even know if I believe in that anyway, maybe I’m just looking for something to explain this all.

Derek patted his friend on the shoulder, “okay pretty ricky, this is how it’s about to go down. I’m going to buy you two drinks. You’re going to take both of them, and go find someone, anyone here to go talk to.”

“Ok, I think I can do that. Who?”

Derek looked around, trying to find who he believed would be the best match for his friend. “How about her?” he asked, pointing at you.

Spencer couldn’t believe it when he looked. There you were, the girl, the one he had met three times before, even if he could only remember two. The woman he knew was some sort of universe sent sign that Saturday he saw you underneath the greenery. The girl he was so close to talking to before he was interrupted by Max’s nephew. The woman who (and he obviously did not know this at the time) he would marry 3 years later. The one who would carefully knit the baby blankets for all of their friends and exes. The one who he would adopt 3 children with. The woman who, he was now sure, was at the other end of his invisible string. The girl he needed to talk to right now.

“Is it just me,” Morgan said, “Or does she look kind of familiar?”

“Yes,” Spencer responded, “yes she does.” He got up quickly and started making strides towards you.

“Wait!” Morgan called, “You forgot your drinks!”

“I don’t need them!” he shouted back. When he sat down next to you, you smiled. It made his heart soar, you had this silly, pure goofy smile that made him want to ask you out right then and there.

Instead he settled on the only conversation starter he could think of.

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string story?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”

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yunkiwii · 4 years ago

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—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Good Boy

it’s a little late but this is the final blurb from my Platonically event for Aggressively Arospec Week! Usual caveat that I didn’t really edit it. Sort of follows on from the last smut blurb i posted but can be read as stand alone.

Words: 2,071

Warnings: smut (obv), cockwarming, dom reader, sub ben, orgasm delay

The evening where Ben bent you over the arm of the couch really opened the door for you to play with some other kinky ideas. Nothing too heavy or painful was suggested – spanking with a hand was about as far as you wanted to push it, at least so early on. But both of you had some experience with a couple of kinks from previous relationships and could suggest things that might be fun to try. Neither of you claimed to be experts and google was consulted more than once to answer questions for you, but through the process you found out that Ben was quite good at being dominant when he wanted to be.

Mostly you played around with elements of degradation since, while talking about the couch incident, you admitted it was a key part of why it was so hot – feeling as if Ben was putting his pleasure above yours – though you also tested out some light bondage and incorporating toys into your sex more often. There was one night where Ben put his fleshlight between your thighs, making you hold it as he fucked it (though of course he’d also made sure you came eventually with a mixture of a vibrator and his tongue), and another time he told you how to masturbate, directing your fingers so you got what pleasure he wanted you to have but only when he decided you should have it, and all without lifting a finger himself. Even when he’d got so hard and horny from watching that he just wanted to be in you, even then he made you do all the work, telling you how to rub your clit and when to clench down on his motionless dick until you both came. He even managed to call you a slut once or twice, though it never rolled off his tongue as easily as Kitten did.

Then one day you made what was meant to be a harmless joke. “Maybe you don’t like calling me a slut because you’d prefer it if I called you that,” Ben’s reaction was interesting. He laughed but it was a higher pitch than normal, his cheeks flushing lightly. You suspected he might not hate the idea and proved as much when you cooed at him, “Do you want to be my pretty slut Benny?” He nodded slowly, the pink on his cheeks getting more pronounced. It made sense really. Ben liked pleasing people, especially pleasing you sexually. He liked going down on you just because, sometimes not even letting you return the favour afterwards, and liked to make sure you felt good while you were having sex, even if you couldn’t actually get off. So when you made a gentle suggestion for him to take off his clothes, he did exactly what you asked. There was no questioning, no talking back, no snarky comment, no brattiness at all. Just service. When you talked about it later you both agreed that you’d liked the dynamic. He obviously enjoyed following instructions and making you happy and, aside from the physical sensations and the orgasm that made you feel good, you also really enjoyed the gentle domination. It was caring in a way. Knowing you were making Ben happy by letting him make you happy. And trying to show it through your words and your touch so he’d know he was appreciated. It was clear that you should experiment with that dynamic more, as well as the other things you’d been trying. And you were already looking forward to the next time you’d get to instruct him, ideas for what to do and how already forming in your mind.

So when Ben had a particularly busy day a few weeks later, you decided it was your chance to try the gentle domme roll again. He left the house by eight in the morning and you didn’t see him again until after six that night. A combination of errands and meetings with his agent and just general business kept him occupied and when he finally did get home he seemed quite tired, flopping onto the couch with a grateful sigh, stretching his legs out down the length of the seat. You sat on the edge of the couch, in front of his knee. “Sorry, Y/N, did you want to sit here too?” “No, it’s fine, you stay there. I was just thinking that maybe I could...” you lay your palm over the front of his pants, softly rubbing until he took the hint. “Oh, really?” “If you’re up for it. I could look after you.” “Go ahead,” he voice sounded huskier than it had before and he cleared his throat as if that would help. You adjusted the angle of your body as you brought your second hand to his crotch, popping the button and tugging down the zip on his jeans, “Lift your hips for me,” He complied easily, letting you tug his jeans and underwear down to his thighs so you had better access to his cock. You got a little more comfortable, laying down beside him on your front, your legs in the air behind you, as you began to tease his cock, tracing your fingers along his length. It was enough to make his breath hitch. “Just relax,” you cooed, laying your head down on his hip so you could watch him get harder under your attentions, “that’s right. Doesn’t take much to get you hard, does it? Such a greedy slut, aren’t you? You kept your voice soft and sweet as you spoke, though you sped up your hand a little “Always so ready for me.” “Thank you,” he said breathily as he nodded. “You’re welcome. I know you just want to feel good right now, don’t you? Yeah, and this feels so good. My hand on your cock, stroking you over and over. Probably my breath too, when I talk, yeah?” “Mmhmm, yeah.” “Yeah. Must feel so nice. So good.” “Yeah,” it was nearly a whine. “I don’t blame you sweetie, I want to help you. I want you to feel good. That’s why I’m doing this. So my pretty needy little slut can feel so good. But y’know what would feel even better?” “What?” “My pussy. Right? Being deep inside me, so warm and tight. That’d feel so good, wouldn’t it?” “Oh f-fuck, yeah, yeah it would.” “Maybe I could give you that instead. My pussy instead of my hand.” It seemed to take a moment for the words to reach Ben’s brain. There was a pause where all you could hear was him panting as you brushed the head of his cock with your thumb, and then, “Really?” “Do you like the sound of that?” “Yes please,” “Okay. Why don’t you keep touching yourself while I get ready.” Ben nodded, his hand replacing yours on his cock as you stood up and began to shimmmy out of your pants. Immediately he began stroking himself faster, touching himself the way he usually liked. “Careful,” you warned, “I know you’re a greedy slut. I know you want it, you need it,” you stretched the word out sweetly, “but if you cum now that’s it, sweetie. No pussy.” Ben whimpered and, with great effort, slowed the pace of his hand to better match the one you’d been using. “Good boy,” you leaned in to kiss Ben, feeling him whimper against your lips. You were a little wet already but not enough so you let Ben dangle, let him wait a little longer, reminding him to cum yet, as you spat on your fingers and rubbed them along your slit. Ben groaned as he watched you press two fingers into yourself, his hips bucking a little as he released his cock. “In a second, sweetie.” You laughed, “You’re so good for being so patient. I know you’re a desperate fucking slut but you’re being so good.”

Ben breathed out another, “thank you,” as you finally sank down onto him. You went slowly, partly because that was the game you were playing and partly because your fingers hadn’t quite been enough to get you ready for his cock. But rubbing more of your saliva over his length helped make it easier and there was only a small sting that accompanied the stretch as you took him fully. When you properly situated on his lap, you felt Ben release a breath he’d been holding. Gently you placed your palm against his chest, rubbing it in a soothing circle. “Is that better? Is that what my slut wanted?” “Yeah,” he whimpered as you quickly clenched on him. “You like being inside me, don’t you Benny?” “Yes, of course. Feels incredible.” It was a bit of a boost to your ego and you couldn’t help but smile, “Well that’s good, sweetie, cause I’m going to stay here for a bit. I like feeling you inside me too and I want to keep feeling it. So why don’t you just watch TV and don’t worry about how tight my pussy feels or how badly you want to cum or anything like that.” Ben nodded and turned his head towards the TV. You settled against him, leaning your head on his chest and slowly running your fingers along his side. It was strangely intimate even though neither of you was looking at the other. A type of intimacy that didn’t feel too close to any of your romance limits. Every now and then you’d reward Ben by pressing kisses to his chest or neck or lips, letting your arms slip around to his back so you could squeeze him tightly. He’d whimper whenever your movements changed, feeling his cock shift inside you or feeling you tighten around him for a moment. But he didn’t complain. His arms were as tight around you as yours were around him. There was no way for you to be any physically closer than you were already and yet it felt like he was trying as he embraced you. You could feel his breaths through the rise and fall of his chest, the way he trembled slightly whenever you clenched or moved. You kept reminding him that he was being so good for waiting, that you loved him, loved how obedient he was and how well he listened to your instructions. That it was okay if he was a slut who liked to feel good because you liked making him feel good and wouldn’t waiting for it just make everything so much better anyway. The praise made him bashful. He focused his gaze on the TV, eyes seeming almost out of focus as he made sure he didn’t look at you, but his cheeks flushed and he squirmed in his seat. But he also seemed a little proud oh himself, proud that he was pleasing you.

You made him wait through six advertisement breaks before you began to rock against him properly, your own breath feeling less even. He moaned as soon as you moved, though he kept his head directed towards the TV until you guided it with your fingers, gently turning him to face you. Seeing you, seeing the way you intentionally grinded your hips against his, made him moan again. “Such a pretty sound from my pretty slut,” you whispered, “Keep sounding pretty for me. I like knowing how good I’m making you feel.” It didn’t take too much longer for him to actually cum, worked up and teased as he was. You didn’t mind either, even though there was no way for you to reach your own high in such a short time. But that had never been the point. He panted into your shoulder, mumbling out more thanks and words you only half heard which just made you chuckle as you carded your fingers through his hair.

You stayed like that for a while, just cuddling as he collected himself, listening to his breathing even out and an odd whimper or two leave his lips. “That was nice,” he eventually said, laughing a little, still seeming a bit coy about how into he’d gotten. “If you don’t mind, we could stay here for a while. I could keep warming you until you got hard again.” “You’re filthy,” “Thats not a no,” you laughed back, “I promise you can cum in me again. If you’re good.” “If that’s what’ll make you happy.”

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