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yeah⌠who wants to see Orin and gortash swap outfits???
#ignore the location okay#ignore it#gortash#enver gortash#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate#bg3 screenshots#video game photography#baldurs gate iii#my screencaps#bg3 modding#lord enver gortash
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eddie moves to texas, leaving buck in la, but crucially does not tell chris, just says heâll see him soon. chris and eddie spend time together, are doing okay, chris wants to know how long a time off bobby gave his dad to visit texas, eddie informs chris that he actually lives here now and thinks chris will like his new room. chris is horrified because he never wanted to stay in texas. a call back to eddie quitting the 118, âi thought thatâs what you wanted/i never said thatâ and chris is like well what now i donât want to live in texas i want to go home, whereâs buck? and eddie is once again tortured by the idea that heâs doing everything wrong because he uprooted his life, chrisâs life, bucks life, and none of them wanted it. chris tells eddie to call buck immediately and eddie does and then we cut to bucks loft, where heâs sitting on eddies old couch with red eyes, raises the ringing phone, glances at the name, and then silences it and puts it back down, raises a beer and drinks in silence, shot exactly like the post-breakup scene but without eddie.
#buddie#divorce round 3#I am ready for the angst#queue bucks realization#eddie so badly needs to get in contact with buck#Buck doesnât want to talk to Eddie because he just got left behind again#and it stings#and his sister is missing#and heâs left his manic baking era#for his depressed girl era#and he gets 45 tattoos in a week#especially on his thighs#please give him ostarks thigh tats#and then buck is going out on the town#let buck fuck#and heâs wearing his tiny running shorts and flirting with randos to ignore the eddie eddie eddie eddie in his head#and meanwhile eddie is fighting with his parents who want him to stay#but Chris wants to go#but eddie is already subletting their house#and buck wonât answer#he hasnât even texted eddie back#and chris tries to find buck on find my friends but his location is off now#and now eddie is frustrated because what the fuck buck#and heâs pissed at buck for not picking up and leaves an annoyed voicemail#apologizing but also telling him to call him back because I know youâre upset but this is ridiculous buck we donât do this#and then it turns out that buck was hit by a car leaving#and his phone was crushed which is why his location isnât working#and nobody calls eddie because he left#but Denny texts Chris that he hopes buck will be okay#and chris is like????
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my life is a very slow process of everyone around me telling me not to be anxious and me fighting them all tooth and nail while inching towards more stable mental health.
#I know itâs not true but sometimes I feel like if I didnât have anxiety I would not suffer at all#which. again. is false#but thereâs a lot of things I donât want in this life and a lot of things I am not scared of and a lot of things I just accept#and like. Itâs FINE#but all my suffering from anxiety stays in one fixed flame of sheer agony#and itâs hard because I donât shake like a chihuahua in the corner of my bedroom#unable to move or function#Iâm always doing things and functioning and joking at parties and (generally) saying the right thing#but itâs all located in one corner in the middle of my mind attacking my ability to make judgments and live with my decisions peacefully#like an unseen wound#and the distance i feel it puts between me and other people#is one of the most painful things#just several sheets of frosted glass between me and them#and sometimes the worst it gets is when I can bear it without breaking down and so I just do and I just keep functioning#and the cold just creeps in and everything goes kind of numb!#tbh now that I think about it this might be why I often think of myself as a person with no desires or ambitions or dreams#or impetus or forward motion or anything#because I DO want things and have opinions and the exist in flashes. But also theyâre buried deep under several layers of protective apathy#so theyâre not stable. I drop them many times. forget them ignore them imagine that they arenât there. Iâm sorry Iâm rambling Iâm FINE#actually when I talk about it thatâs how you know Iâm doing okay with it#when I canât talk about it and am half-heartedly going through the motions#thatâs the problem#anyway whew. thanks for listening sorry for all the self-reflection etc. etc. etc.
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wake up -> check social media -> see the new âeveryone in florida/texas should dieâ and/or âjust leave the bad states and let them secedeâ and/or âhow do you not have enough money to moveâ posts/comments that reoccur daily -> get angry -> close social media
#begging. pleading even. for people to think for even a second about what theyâre saying#i donât care how well intentioned it is at the end of the day itâs NOT helpful to poc and queer people who literally cannot afford to leave-#financially emotionally and/or physically#i understand the intention but those types of comments are so fucking empty and devoid of realism like maybe just focus#on helping locate and/or contribute to resources that CAN help people in these states. instead of just. the comments that drip with#ignorance and classism . okay time to log off i have homework
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yeah yeah queerness has always been around but i personally wish folks would stop imposing terms on historical figures in a way that literally reduces them solely to... a queer identity?
"hildegaard von bingen was probably a lesbian bc she [wrote ecstatically about mary] [had close emotional attachments with other nuns] [drew yonic diagrams]" .....like do you guys realize the historical context of her life.... the structures of gender and power in which she lived, wrote, studied, composed, formulated her relationships to people and to divinity, built her claims to mysticism, etc? "medieval lesbian icon!!!!" is just kind of a reductive lens imo. i'm not saying that she couldn't have been what we would today call queer or a lesbian or whatever, but like this essentially centers and privileges modern constructions and concerns over accurate understanding of her in her own time.
#and it's not that i'm decrying attempts to find queer figures in history!#it's just that she wasn't located in the same webs of relation that we find ourselves in today#like ecstatically worshipping mary could've been her being a lesbian i guess?#but isn't it more important to consider the implications of power that come with her privileging marian worship at a time when women#were explicitly barred from doing things like interpreting scripture or professing their own christian teachings?#and maybe her yonic illustrations of christ's wound were influenced by a kind of lesbianism#but maybe they also had to do with the greater themes of feminized suffering and martyrdom in medieval christianity#like it just ignores so much important historical context to simmer allllll of that down to a contemporary understanding of queerness.#okay anyway.#felix.txt
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2024 reads / storygraph
Thanks For Listening
YA contemporary
a girl whoâs the stage manager in her high school theater club is tired of nobody listening to her advice, so she makes an anonymous social media account that people might actually listen to
while also dating her first girlfriend and struggling with her relationship with her best friends
ace MC
#thanks for listening#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#this wasâŚ..not good. full of nonsensical drama and somehow nothing happens#okay I feel like I knew a couple pages in that this wasnât gonna be great; but I kept going because itâs short.#The entire book felt like a plot outline that was awkwardly filled in with things that barely made sense#The main romance - they literally meet and talk for five minutes when she asks her on a date#we see the date and a handful of initial conversations then itâs almost entirely off page? no build up and no genuine development.#Thereâs some cute surface level moments but it kinda felt like the relationship was just a vessel for mia to talk about her asexuality.#a lot of that also felt surface level to me though. if it were in the middle of a plot with depth it might have worked but since it wasn't.#Also. the LI kisses her on their first date in the middle of a conversation [and she freaks out as sheâs never been kissed nor even likes i#at that point] and the LI doesnât even like vaguely apologise or express any kind of oh whoopsâŚ.#like obviously characters donât need to act like therapists etc etc but like.#is the author even conscious of the fact that kissing someone without warning could be not great!#It felt very much like a plot point written in for plot without all of its implications being considered.#Thereâs also the random drama of the girlfriend having a supposed sex curse and then this âsheâs using you to keep an abstinence bet'#thing which areâŚâŚhonestly completely irrelevant to their relationship; Iâm glad it didnât create drama there#but also why was it even there in the first place other than just to be a reason for her friends to be shitty to her about it for the plot.#it was so odd#her relationships with her friends are barely developed either. Like maybe thatâs the point; that theyâre not great friends and ignore her#but I just felt like there was no established reason for me to care about that? Them apologising and making up at the end#felt hollow because likeâŚâŚI donât care. Also this is probably on me but I didnât realise one of them was a boy til half way through#the book. so you can see how much of an impact they made#The app thing was weird. it feels very blatantly like a plot was devised and then they made up an app to make the plot work.#but the thing is itâs not believable? like idk people donât interact with social media like that#also. her getting her techie cousin to hack the app to make it show her classmates her videos shfshfdh what??#felt like a very awkward way to try fill a plot hole or something. just make it by locationâŚ.#also: the app is called reellife. and she mentions the booktok community on it. it wouldnât be called booktok if itâs not on tiktok lmao!#overall it just is lacking depth and felt like a bunch of disconnected elementsâŚâŚ somehow every single plot felt like a subplot.#I know this is YA and I am not a teenager but there are a lot of Actually Good YA books.#Also I just read Here Goes Nothing which has similar elements and was better.
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Workin hard, promise
#also stressed bc now Iâm like âokay but if Iâm assigned location A then I gotta do XYZâ#âbut also it could be fun bc it would be new and also I could look after the specialty folksâ#âbut also the speciality folks assigned to that area this year REGULARLY toe the line or completely ignore the rulesâ#but then itâs like âif Iâm in location B it would be cool bc I know I like and do well in that locationâ#âbut what if I get stuck in that one specific room again and am largely left by myself#or I get stuck with that one person who was supposed to be on the do not hire listâ#âbut what if they make me a victim this year? I SUCK at playing the victimâ#âor what if they try and put me in that OTHER room that I get a damn headache within 30min of being in there?â#neither are what I was SUPER hopeful for but thatâs to be expected tbh#if I do this again next year I GOTTA figure out a specific fit to display my true vibes#instead of playing it safe#I keep going for somewhere between edgy and normal#when in reality I should be wearing plenty of colors#but I get STRESSED and more subdued clothes feel better when Iâm stressed#ugggghhhh
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MADOKA - âIâm thinking Iâll order a beef udon bowl, since Sayaka-chan told me that they make those really good here. What about you, Homura-chan?â
CONSERVATION OF ENERGY - Food needs can be met with an expenditure of 1.23% of total magic. Proceed?
GRIEF SYNDROME [Trivial: Success] - MAGICAL GIRLS THAT IGNORE FOOD ARE OFTEN MORE PRONE TO GRIEF ACCUMULATION. MY ARMS WILL ALWAYS BE WAITING FOR YOU, HOMURA, BUT ITâS IMPORTANT TO BE HAPPY UNTIL THAT DAY. BESIDES, MADOKA WANTS TO EAT WITH YOU. DISAPPOINTING HER WILL FILL YOUR SOUL GEM WITH A HALF A GRIEF SEED WORTH OF DESPAIR.
TEA WITH MAMI-SAN [Legendary: Success] - Sayaka says the beef bowl is good? Maybe go for that. She knows Madokaâs tastes better than anyone â and if Madoka likes something, you will certainly like it too.
âI will have the same as you, Madoka.â
âIâm not feeling very hungry.â
[CALL AND RESPONSE - Medium 10] Come up with an order on your own
CALL AND RESPONSE - [Medium: Failure] - Youâve eaten here before, youâre pretty sure. Was it Loop 32⌠no, Loop 12..? No, wait, it was on the first Friday of Loop 68. No⌠thatâs not right. Youâve never eaten here before. In a stunning display of incompetence, you have taken Madoka on a date to a restaurant that you have never experienced before.
THE ANGEL - Itâs okay, Homura-chan! I donât mind if you havenât eaten here before. Remember what real me said, Sayaka thinks this place is good! And even if itâs not perfect, thatâs okay, just spending time with you makes me happy.
THE CRAVEN MASSES - Sayaka has raised her blade against Madoka 16 times before. You should leave this restaurant and kill her. It would only take-
FALLING SAND [Trivial: Success] - 1528 seconds on average.
CONSERVATION OF ENERGY - It can be cut down to 1243 seconds with an expenditure of 2.7% of total magic pool.
THE CRAVEN MASSES - Exactly. Do it in front of her family and make it bloody. Kyoko would likely try and stop you, but even she isnât immune to bullets. And if Mami comes for revenge, well, you know the exact words you could say that would destroy her, donât you?
THE ANGEL - A-Ah, I think thatâs a bit of an extreme reaction, Homura-chan!
HUMAN SHELL - Your heart rate is increasing. Stop that. You have absolute control over your flesh. Act like it.
MOE INSTINCT - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT ARE WE GOING TO ORDER MADOKA IS GOING TO LAUGH AT US
WITCHâS NIGHT - Is⌠is this a trap? Walpurgis may be defeated, but you know that the stage witch never truly ceases its show. Perhaps this restaurant is a part of the stage?
MADOKA - âUm, are you okay, Homura-chan?â
MOE INSTINCT - OH GOD SHE HATES US
âIâm going to kill myself.â
âIâm so sorry. Would killing myself make you feel more comfortable?â
Isnât there anything else you can say?
YOU - Isnât there anything else you can say?
THE DEVIL - Come on, Homura. Itâs high time you do it. Really, this is just another in the long, long chain of failures that make up your life. The only way to fix it is to kill yourself.
CLOCKWORK PRECISION - Target: Located on right ring finger. Target is not moving. Chance to hit: High. Plan: Retrieve pistol. Aim pistol at ring. Pull trigger.
THE ANGEL - Oh my god, please do not do that!
"I am going to kill myself."
"I'm so sorry, I'll kill myself if it makes you feel better."
"I'm so sorry. Should I kill myself?"
There. There has to be better options than this.
YOU - There. There has to be better options than this.
MOE INSTINCT - I CANâT TAKE IT ANY MORE. THE ONLY RECOURSE IS IMMEDIATE SUICIDE. THATâS THE ONLY WAY MADOKA WILL LOVE YOU AGAIN.
"I am going to kill myself."
"I'm so sorry, I'll kill myself if it makes you feel better."
"I'm so sorry. Should I kill myself?"
YOU - âIâm going to kill myself.â
MADOKA - Madokaâs face twists, her eyebrows raising slightly in shock. Whatever response she was expecting, it was clearly not this.
GRIEF SYNDROME [Challenging: Success] - IF MADOKA WAS A MAGICAL GIRL, HER SOUL GEM WOULD FILL BY A QUARTER HEARING YOU SPEAK THOSE WORDS. THAT WAS CRUEL, HOMURA.
MOE INSTINCT - WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?
MADOKA - âIâm so sorry, Homura-chan. Please donât do that. I⌠I really care about you and so does everyone else.â Madokaâs eyes fill with tears as she speaks. She hugs you.
DAMAGED MORALE -4
CALL AND RESPONSE [Trivial: Success] - Quick, tell her you were making an edgy joke that didnât land. Youâve gotten away with that before, youâre pretty sure.
SPACE-TIME MASSACRE - Twelve quarter shifts left and two up from your current space-time position, and thereâs a Japan that itâs actually illegal to not commit suicide in.
FALLING SAND - Youâve been seated for 5 minutes and 32.5 seconds already and still have not ordered. Mami has requested your presence at her apartment in 3.4 hours from now.
TEA WITH MAMI-SAN - She wants to help you find a hobby. Sheâs really worried about you, you know.
STRINGS OF FATE - You can feel Madokaâs heart beat in sync with yours as she holds you. Everything will be alright, as long as you follow the beat.
THE ANGEL - Yeah! Itâs okay Homura-chan. Just explain whatâs been going on and Madoka will understand. And then order something, itâs important to eat a full meal!
YOU - âAh, sorry Madoka. I was⌠overwhelmed with choice, and my⌠brain spit out the first thing it thought. I am not planning on killing myself.â
MADOKA - âUm, I think we should probably talk about this more, Homura-chanâŚ.â
CALL AND RESPONSE - Ask her a question to change the topic. Itâs worked in three different loops, it should work here.
RATIONALITY COMPLEX [Trival: Success] - Ask her if she wants to try anything else and then order that for yourself. This will accomplish your goal of deciding on what to order, as well as showing Madoka that her desires are important to you.
YOU - âIs there anything else youâd like to try, Madoka? We can share our dishes.â
MADOKA - âUh, okay Homura-chan. Maybe get some tempura?â
Order 10000 yen worth of tempura
Order 1000 yen worth of tempura
Order 100 yen worth of tempura
YOU - âExcuse me waiter, give me 10000 yen worth of tempura.â
HUMAN SHELL - Calories and magic are just two different types of fuel. Feed me and control me.
THE ANGEL - T-thatâs probably too much, Homura-chan. Maybe you can sneak some into your cool shield, though!
MADOKA - Madoka doesnât say anything, but her eyes do bulge out slightly. She gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder and smiles at you.
HEALED MORALE +1
RATIONALITY COMPLEX - Displays of wealth like this can broadcast value to potential mates. This will increase your value in Madokaâs eyes, furthering along one of your goals.
THE ANGEL - I think you should just focus on enjoying the food, Homura-chan. Take a break, everything is okay.
Thank you.
Why donât you hate me?
YOU - Why donât you hate me?
THE ANGEL - Because I care about you, Homura-chan! And besides, you hate yourself far too much already.
Thank you.
THE ANGEL - Youâre welcome! Now, please, enjoy your meal with real Madoka. She loves you a lot too, you know.
#disco elysium#pmmm#madoka magica#yellowed pages#this took an unfortunate amount of my day dhdhdh wrote most of this in between running to do pointless chores
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man it just feels kind of... i don't know. mean that with everything lately we're adding mystery joint pain, most persistently in my hands, to the pile.
like come on. come on. i can't even have this?!
#this seems somehow metaphysically spiteful#i know it's the luck of the fucking draw but god#i'm just trying to carve a little horse from wood#you don't even let me carve a little horse without my hands hurting (god i haven't even tried archery since i started hurting...)#meanwhile i'm fighting for my fucking life trying to get in with physical therapy for something that is NOT pain related#and they don't know what the fuck i'm talking about#was about to [REDACTED] on the phone with this girl who kept being like. okay but what PART of your body. like what HURTS.#i'm like there is no combination of words that is going to impart to you 'i have dysautonomia and people go to physical therapy for that'#you say on your WEBSITE that you have options for cardiac rehabilitation. i literally don't know what you need me to say.#(they didn't take my insurance anyway. lmao.)#sorry i'm feeling a little whiney this evening#i am so fucking sick of my doctors giving me a referral for something and then not giving me a location#'idk just find somewhere'#man i don't know what i'm doing wrong#it's all grinding me to dust and i can't even say this to people#at least tumblr i can just shout to the ether and be safely ignored (i mean this genuinely)#people don't feel compelled to give me shitty obvious advice the moment i think about expressing literally any discomfort#or give me the Weird Pity#literally had my dad once tell me 'you should try seeing a doctor'#like truly i live in a fucking sitcom#prattling about the self
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OFF LIMITS â rafe cameron ÂĄ (04)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content suggestive !
NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 03 ÂĄ 04 ÂĄ 05
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Rafe doesnât know what he did wrong.Â
One moment, you were laughing and having a blast together, then the next, you were ignoring him, feighing oblivion to the puzzled expression that spread across his face. He played it off, ignoring the emotions washing over him everytime you fixed your attention on him, suddenly feeling his chest swell with pride as you directly flashed him a smile.Â
Then again, you were his best friendâs little sister, he shouldnât be bothered by such things, after all, you had control over your own life. But he couldnât help it, not with your change of tone over the past few weeks.Â
The mixed signals you sent him were killing him alive, and you didnât even know it. At one point, heâd excuse himself earlier than everyone else, needing a moment to think his feelings through, contemplate over the sudden rush of frustration every time youâd refer to him as âbroâ, or introduced him as your brother to other people.Â
He was sure that you, maybe, in the slightest bit, had interest in him, so what changed? What made you switch up in an instant, casually referring to him as your own brother when the dms you exchanged said otherwise.Â
It was cool, though, itâs not like you were being serious, merely messing around to entertain your friends. Besides, it was casual, you were both cool, that was all that mattered, right?
Rafe was sprawled on the couch located in your room, mindlessly scrolling through his phone while Ryan and Sarah argued from beside him, with you falling into a fit of giggles everytime Sarah roasted your brother.Â
The boy strived to remain calm, brushing off the glances he kept stealing in your direction, in an attempt to capture the sliver of skin peaking through everytime you lifted your arms. Hell, he wasnât even ashamed, brazenly undressing you with his eyes, making you feel shy under his gaze, as it burned holes through your flesh.
âWhen will you be done?â Sarah suddenly started, dodging the pillow Ryan tossed in her direction. âCan you tell him to stop?!âÂ
âStop bothering her, Ryan.â You glimpsed over your shoulder, chuckling when Ryan rolled his eyes, creating a barrier with the pillow separating them. âIâm almost done, I jusâ need to touch up my makeup, and get dressed.â
âOkay, Iâll get ready, then.â Sarah shot back, flashing you a smile, though you were facing the other way. âHave fun with these two!âÂ
âDonât leave me with them!â You whined in protest, Sarahâs footsteps echoing through the distance.Â
âFuck you.â Ryan rolled his eyes, rising from his seat. âI need to get the car started, donât take too long to get ready, it wonât change much.âÂ
You scoffed at his snarky comment, dismissing the boy with your arm, letting tension seep through now that you were alone with Rafe, who was mere inches away from you. The latter maintained the same position, manspreading while he relaxed against the sofa, too accompanied by his phone to pay attention to you, or the fact that the others were gone.Â
However, you were well aware that wasnât the case, not with the gazes he sneaked in your direction, lingering everytime your skin was exposed to the air. And if you did that on purpose, not a single person needed to know, not Rafe, thatâs for sure.Â
A smile tugged at your lips, finishing up your makeup with a few touches before you were ready to go. Mind you, Rafe was still there, and not only was he staring, but he fully put his phone by now, entirely directing his attention to you.Â
Taking advantage of the situation, you pulled your shirt over your head, the gesture causing Rafe to halt in his spot, not expecting you to do such thing. His eyes instantly shifted down your back, throat running dry when you reached to unclip your bra, letting it fall loose around your arms.Â
Rafeâs fingers clutched around his phone, nearly breaking it with how tight his hold was. He couldnât comprehend it, the sight of you half naked, though he could only see your bare back, it still drove him crazy, well aware that you were doing it on purpose; for a mere reaction out of him.Â
A knowing grin made its way across your lips, proud of the said reaction you received from the latter, now sat on your couch with his mouth desperately parting in a sigh, hinting the temptation seizing control of his body.Â
With a swift movement, you grabbed your swimsuit from the counter, sliding it on with ease, holding onto the two strings you wrap around the neck. Now, you could easily do it yourself, but what was the fun in that?Â
You wanted Rafe to suffer, regret each word he muttered regarding his feelings for you, even if it was for a brief moment. Youâve been sending the boy signals for the past few weeks, urging him to speak, break out of the shell he created around himself, but nothing was enough, though you did everything in your watch to prove him wrong.Â
That was until today, of course. Your head shot in Rafeâs direction, flashing him an innocent smile as you held the spaghetti strings in your hands, feigning ignorance to the disbelief spread on his face.Â
âDo you mind helping me?â You started, cocking your head to the side. âI canât tie it properly.âÂ
âHmm?â Rafe choked out, shuffling around as he adjusted his pants, standing up from the position he was in. âSure, uh, what do you need me to do?âÂ
âYou could just, you know,â your eyes flickered to Rafe, as his figure filled your sight, now hovering behind you. You offered him the strings in your hold, with the latter hesitating to reach out, contemplating whether this was a good idea. âYouâve done this before, right?âÂ
âNot really,â he admitted, focusing his attention on the back of your head, as it filled the majority of his view. His hand hastily landed around your hair, faltering as he collected it in a fist, leisurely tucking it to your side. âI donât go around tying girlsâ bikini tops.âÂ
âIs that so?â You mused, admiring as Rafe tied the knot into a bow, making sure it was firm around your neck. âNot your first time, if Iâm not mistaken.âÂ
âWhyâs that relevant right now?â He whispered, words like music to your ears. His gaze locked with yours through the reflection of the mirror, causing your breath to hitch, immediately pausing in your track.Â
His breath fanned over your exposed back, the fraction causing shivers to run down your spine, Rafe too close for comfort. His hand burned where it laid, the tips of his fingers like feathers to your skin, tickling you as they deliberately trailed down your back, halting just above the string connected to your top.Â
Rafe seeked your gaze through the reflection of the mirror, searching for any sort of discomfort, continuing as he pleased when you leaned into the touch, silently consenting to the touch. Rafe saw his chance, and took it, his chest pressing to your back when his hand slid down to the curve of your waist, tracing over the flesh with the tip of his fingers, almost as if heâd hurt you if he applied any pressure.Â
âYou couldâve easily done that by yourself.â Rafeâs voice tumbled into a whisper, tone dripping with desire, one he wasnât aware he had within him. âYouâre doing this on purpose, arenât you?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You innocently shot back, satisfied with the squeeze Rafe gave to your hip in return.Â
His lips ghosted over your ear, a ragged breath escaping his throat as he hushed out your name. It was subtle, and if he wasnât so close, you wouldâve totally missed it. However, you heard it, the way he said it doing things to you.Â
âIâm surprised you know my name.â You replied, sarcasm visible through your tone.Â
Rafe remained silent at your statement, letting his eyes squeeze shut as he took a whiff of your scent, your aroma intoxicating his senses. He doesnât know what overcame him at the moment, his hands moving faster than his brain when his fingers pressed down to your side, the fraction earning an inaudible gasp out of you.Â
A familiar voice echoed through your ears, causing both, you and Rafe to freeze, instantly scrambling to untangle yourself from his hold when Ryanâs shouts erupted through the walls, announcing that heâll be waiting downstairs.Â
You cleared your throat, gaze travelling to the ground as you hid the smile forming on your lips, ignoring the way your pulse quickened from Rafeâs touch. The latter hovered from behind you, debating what his next move should be, his arms awkwardly hanging to his side.Â
âI need to change out of my pants,â you exclaimed, cutting through the silence, your sentence earning Rafeâs attention. âAre you gonna keep staring?âÂ
âWhat?â He choked out through a breath, lips slightly parting.Â
âIâm asking if you could leave,â you further explained, chuckling at the way his cheeks flushed, tinted with faint redness. âUnless you want to stayââ
âIâll leave.â He hurried to respond, âYou continue getting ready, Iâll buy you some time.âÂ
An appreciative smile tugged at the corner of your lips, observing as Rafe took off, leaving you a flustered mess while you contemplated over what just happened.Â
Was it not a dream? Because, no way in hell did that happen, with Rafe; of all people.Â
Quickly changing out of your bottoms, you threw on a shirt over your top, heading downstairs. You perked up at the sight of your best friend, accepting the hug she offered once you were in her presence.
Your families decided on eating out with, and in their words, the kids, suggesting they go to a fancy diner to blow off some steam, having been drained with work for the past few days. While staying in bed was tempting, you couldnât deny your parents, kindly begging you to tag along.Â
It was a nice little catch up with the elders, they informed you of all the business theyâve been discussing as of late, which in your opinion, was boring, merely smiling and nodding to everything they said.Â
Rafeâs eyes didnât leave you the whole night, taking the seat across from you, making it impossibly hard to avoid him. For a moment, you started regretting your choices, catching on the awkwardness seeping through the air, the atmosphere heavy with tension.Â
The boy kept to himself for most of the time, his responses short every time Ryan would speak, interrupting the thoughts clouding his head. It was extremely difficult to brush off what went down between you two, the said moment switching a button inside him.Â
He was aware of your beauty, finding you alluring from the moment that you dmed him, but right now, it was different. He admired you with such endearment, gaze flickering to your glossy lips, too busy chatting with Sarah to direct your attention to him.Â
He shook off his thoughts, peeling his eyes off of you as guilt settled in his chest. He canât let anything happen between you two, after all, he did promise Ryan that nothing would bloom out of this, and while a hint of disappointment filled his insides when Ryan drew a line, he did everything in his will not to question it.Â
The ride back filled with chaos, you and Sarah claiming aux the moment you stepped in the car. Your parents snickered as you two sang along to the lyrics, creating your own karaoke throughout the drive back.Â
âDo you guys want to watch a movie?â Sarah questioned once each of you took a corner on the couch.Â
âSure.â Ryan rose from his seat, surprisingly excited. âWhat should we watch?âÂ
âIâll pass,â you huffed, standing to your feet. âIâm kind of tired, go ahead and watch without me.âÂ
Rafeâs eyebrows furrowed with confusion, puzzled by the excuse you used. His eyes shifted to Sarah as she tried to convince you to stay, merely for you to brush off her attempts with an apology, insisting they continue without you.Â
He didnât question you, yet, of course he was concerned, blaming your action back to what happened earlier. Sarah played the movie, and Rafe was on the edge of his seat the entire time, itching to check up on you, find the reason behind your discomfort.Â
He could only handle so much, pulling out his phone when his curiosity was no longer bearable.Â
You perked up at the knocks erupting through your ears, eyes widening with shock, yet slight anticipation. Scrambling out of bed, you moved to approach the sound, twisting the doorknob with interest, peaking your head through the crooked door.Â
Your face flushed with heat at the sight of Rafe, concern washing over his face. He was slightly hovering over you, as you bent down, making him look extremely big compared to you. Rafe tilted his head, attempting to capture the rest of your face hidden behind the door.Â
âAre you not inviting me inside?â He asked, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was in sight.Â
âWhy should I?â You scoffed, straightening your back. âGo back, theyâll be suspicious since you randomly disappeared.âÂ
âI excused myself to bed,â he explained, hand pressing to the door. âNow let me in, I wonât take long.âÂ
You suppressed the adrenaline rush filling up your insides, moving to the side for the purpose of welcoming Rafe in. The boy took the gesture for granted, entering and shutting the door behind him, his back pressing to the wood while his hand yet clutched to the doorknob.Â
âLetâs talk.âÂ
âWhatâs there to talk about?â You rolled your eyes, arms crossing over your chest. âI said what needed to be said.â
âBut I didnât.â Rafe defensively shot back, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. âNow listen to meâ Iâll be quick.âÂ
âOkay,â you nodded, skeptical with where this was going. âGo ahead.â
âListen, Iâm sorry about earlier, hell, it was stupid.â His eyebrows furrowed with pent up frustration, âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, I jusâ got caught up in the heat of the moment.â
Your expression softened at the unexpected words, taken aback by his concern. Sure, you were expecting some sort of apology, but the way he spoke with such a sweet tone, indicating he was afraid he did something wrong, it didnât fail to make your heart skip a beat, too caught up in your own head to respond.Â
Gaping your mouth to speak, your action fell short when you heard a knock on the door, causing both you and Rafe to halt in your tracks. You hushed Rafe when he parted his lips to talk, pointing out the suspicious amount of noise seeping through the silence.Â
âDo they know you're here?â You mouthed, making Rafe shake his head.Â
âBug!â Sarahâs voice erupted through your ears, eyes slightly widening when the girl knocked again, striving to grab your attention. âOpen up, I know youâre awake.âÂ
âHide,â you mouthed once again, grabbing Rafe by the wrist, and dragging him to your closet. âIâll let you know when she leaves.âÂ
âWaitââ Rafe froze when you gestured towards the cramped space. âIâm not hiding in your closet.âÂ
âDo you wanna get us caught?â You warned, expression washing with disbelief.Â
âYouâre acting as if we did something,â he grumbled back, avoiding your gaze. âIâll jusâ say I was speaking to you; itâs no big deal.âÂ
âYou told them you were heading to bed,â you started, wincing when Sarah knocked again, implying she was still outside. âWhat will Ryan think when he finds out you were in my room, mind you, way past ten? Ryanâs crazy, heâll kill both of us!â
âOkay,â Rafe huffed, âBut I'm not hiding in your closet, Iâll wait in the bathroom until she leaves.âÂ
âWhat if she decides to use it?â You argued, considering the possibilities. âIâm not risking it, Rafe, hide until she leaves; Iâll come up with an excuse to get you out.âÂ
Without further questioning things, Rafe entered your closet, with you immediately shutting the door behind him. You mumbled a small âcomingâ while aiming for the doorknob, coming to a halt when you twisted it open, anything but anticipating what was awaiting you outside.Â
âTook you long enough!â Kiaraâs voice echoed through your ears, a breath knocking out of your chest when she embraced you in a hug, soon followed with Cleo joining you, as well as Sarah, and the rest of the boys, who stood to the side and watched with amusement.Â
âWhy did no one tell me about this?â You gasped, tightening your hold around your friends.Â
âIt was a surprise!â Sarah muffled out.Â
Yeah, Rafe was in for a night.Â
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1-800-red-hoods-gas-station-attendant-service
Your boyfriend's not fond of you pumping your own gas at night, so he insists you don't do it alone.
đŠšÂ G/AUs: fluff, est. relt. đŠšÂ TW: reader (f) is called beautiful, pretty, princess, baby, doll (i love nicknames okay leave me alone đ), mentions of blood and fighting đŠšÂ WC: 1.5k đŠšÂ A/N: Inspired by this reel (sfw). Just a little fun and easy read đ enjoy!
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Ever since Jason caught a group of people trying to rob someone at the gas station a week ago, heâs insisted you not get gas aloneâespecially at night.
Your arguments fall on deaf ears. Heâs put his foot down and covered it in cement. Thereâs nothing you can say to make Jason change his mind.
âHey, beauââgruntsââtiful. Need somethinâ?â Jason asks after the fourth ring.
You can faintly hear the sound of fists hitting skin in the background.
âYou busy, handsome?â you wonder, eyes glancing at the low fuel light glaring at you. You already know his answer and the real answer before he speaks.
âNope,â he answers followed by more grunting. âYou home from your ladies' night?â
Upon seeing a gas station in the distance, you signal to take the highway's exit ramp.
âNot yet. I called because Iâm low on gas and need to get some to make it home. I figured calling you while I pumpedââ
âWhere are you?â he asks instead, voice slightly strained.
âNear upper west side.â
âCome to the diamond district, and Iâll meet you there.â
You pull into an empty pump station.
âIâm already at a gas station, Jay. Justââ
âItâs not safe.â
âYouâre tracking my location and you can hearââ
âItâs not safe to use your phone while getting gas too,â he continues to interrupt.
You heave a sigh and lean back into your seat, unable to stop your eyes from checking your locks. Although youâve always been weary of pumping gas at night, you try not to be too paranoid. You hate being on edge all the time.
âPlease, doll?â he pleads, breathing heavier.
There are curses in the background that donât sound like Jason. His attackers must not like him much.
âAlright, but hurry. My lightâs on,â you say. You sit straighter and shift gears to leave.
âIâm on my way now. Hey, Red Roââ
The line cuts off, but you figure Jasonâs recruiting Tim to take care of his loose ends. You feel bad for taking Jason away from his work, but you donât want him to be upset with you for getting gas by yourself. Heâs not fun when heâs grumpy.
Jasonâs sitting comfortably on his motorcycle when you turn into the station.
When he sees your car, he stands and waves. You know thereâs a grin behind his helmet.
The gas station is empty except for the convenience store worker. He looks at the vigilante suspiciously from inside.
You park at the station heâs at, turn off the car, and pull the lever that opens the gas tank. You climb out and smile at him, holding your card in one hand.
âHi there, cutie. You come here often?â you tease.
He chuckles and swiftly pays for the gas before you can. You give him a disapproving look that he ignores.
âOnly for you, princess,â he replies.
You put your card away as he takes the pump and untwists the tankâs cap.
âYou donât have to do that,â you say, feeling guilty again. You figured heâd come and watch the area, not actually pump your gas for you.
âI donât mind,â he says. âYou can sit back down and jusâ look pretty for me, baby.â
âThat makes me sound like a spoiled brat,â you huff but do as youâre told, keeping the door open so you can converse.
Jason leans against your car as he fills your tank.
âWell, youâre only half right. You are spoiled, but thatâs the way I like it.â
You shake your head at his reply, but thereâs a smile on your face. Truthfully, itâs a little nice to not have to worry about anythingâto just let Jason care for you.
Your eyes scan his tall form, taking in his armored-covered body and shiny helmet. You notice a few dark spots on his gloves and clothes that you figure are blood.
âItâs a little funny seeing the Red Hood pump my gas,â you quip as you grin at him.
âWhat can I say? Iâm here to help the citizens of Gotham in any way,â he jokes.
âYou have a busy night?â you ask, recalling the phone call from earlier.
âNothinâ too extreme,â he replies.
When your tank is full, he returns the pump and twists the cap back on.
He moves in front of you, resting one hand on the carâs top while he leans down.
âIf it werenât for that goober watching us like a hawk, Iâd give you a kiss,â he says.
âOnly a kiss? Iâd pull you in the back seat and have some fun,â you say with a flirty smile.
He laughs and lowers his head more. Youâre so tempted to kiss him.
âWeâll have fun at home,â he says.
âYouâre coming back with me?â you ask, eyes opening wider with hope.
He shakes his head. âSorry, princess. I still need to go help Tim. Iâll be back soon though.â
âDefine soon,â you reply with a slight pout.
Jason drops in a squat so he can take your hands; the act is hidden by your door.
âAn hour or two?â he says. âBut donât wait up. It could be longer.â
You nod solemnly.
Jason squeezes your hands, thumbs rubbing your skin tenderly.
âText me when you get home, âkay?â he asks.
âOkay,â you say.
Jason releases your hands to rub your thighs.
âThank you for calling me,â he adds.
âYeah, well, I didnât want my boyfriend upset with me,â you huff halfheartedly.
Jason squeezes your legs.
âJust want ya safe, doll.â
âI know,â you sigh and place your hands over his.
âI better get going,â he says and reluctantly begins to pull away.
You grab his hands to hold him close.
âYa know, you might as well just kiss me. I think the worker knows youâre not just here to pump a random Gothamiteâs gas.â
Jason chuckles and takes a peek at the window. The worker still looks on, but now with a confused face. When he notices Jason staring, he averts his gaze. Though, Jason knows it wonât last long.
âFine,â he relents and leans down.
You grin, reaching out to cup his helmet as you kiss the cool material. Of course, itâs not the same as feeling his lips on yours, but the sentiment is felt.
âLove you,â you murmur as you pull away and drop your hands.
Jason sighs longingly. âLove you too, beautiful. See you at home.â
âSee you,â you reply.
Jason ends up following you for a while for extra precaution before heading back to his patrol shift. He doesnât come home for another three hours.
When he does, youâre on the brink of sleep. Still, you turn in his arms so you can snuggle your face against his chest.
âMissed you,â you mumble.
His chest vibrates as he laughs. âYou saw me a few hours ago.â
âAnd what âbout it, Todd?â you huff.
He pulls you even closer and rests his head against yours. His body feels so nice. You wish you could stay in his arms for days.
âNothinâ, doll. I missed ya too,â he says in a deep, tired voice.
âHmph! Thought so,â you reply and carefully lift your head to give him a triumphant smile.
Jason releases an amused puff of air.
âGet some sleep, silly,â he says.
âKiss first,â you demand, puckering your lips dramatically.
Jason grins and angles his face to give you a tender smooch.
Your lips spread in a grin upon feeling him directly.
When he goes to pull away, you whine in protest and chase after him. You capture his mouth again before he can get too far.
Jason laughs into the kiss, pulling you on top of him. His hands trail up your sides to cup your face. His warmth spreads from your cheeks to your heart.
Thereâs a dopey, sleepy smile on your face when you pull away.
âGod, I love you,â Jason says with the utmost sincerity that squeezes your heart.
âNot as much as I love you,â you sing-song, leaning down to peck his lips.
âYeah, right,â he chuckles and moves his hands back to your sides. He slides them under your shirt to feel you directly.
Instead of arguing, you lean down to kiss him once more.
âYouâre comfy,â you mumble.
He canât stop the happiness that shows on his face at your words. He gently eases you down by pressing lightly on your upper back and says, âGood. I like you like this.âÂ
He adjusts his head against his pillow and closes his eyes, arms holding your body to his like a teddy bear.
âI like being here,â you reply and lay your head on his chest. You love hearing the rhythm of his heart.
You feel him give your head a kiss before he gets settled. Itâs not long before his breathing gets steadier, and his arms lax slightly around your body. As you join him in dreamland, you realize youâll never feel safer than in his arms.Â
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run for your life
Mob!Bucky x ReaderÂ
Summary: He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didnât find you there. They told him you didnât work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl â one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with.Â
Themes: slight stalker!bucky, possessive!bucky, mild degrading kink, smut, FLUFF, opposite aesthetics, mild daddy kink (nicknames only), cosy little town vibesÂ
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He didn't know where exactly he would end up locating you, but finding you in a cosy, small, coastal town in the south of France was not on his list.Â
You being the owner of a gourmet bakery was not on his list either. Bucky was confused, surprised, but mostly confused. How did this happen? At first, when Sam came to deliver him the news of your location that morning, Bucky didnât believe him. Had Sam not been Buckyâs oldest, most loyal friend Bucky wouldâve never believed him at all.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop being a dumbass and go find this girl!â Sam, ever the voice of reason yelled at Bucky who had been drowning in his sorrows. âItâs been months, and I canât keep covering for your ass. I have my own shit to do, my own men to command.â He used that cool, authoritative voice of his. âPull yourself together, Buck. Go find her.âÂ
Sam was right. Of course he was. He always was. And it had really been months since that damned nightâŚÂ
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Bucky couldnât wait to get out of his plane the moment it landed. It was late at night, but the perfect time to go to the club. He had missed it. Well, not the whole club really. Bucky had missed you.Â
He had a⌠special connection with you. His girl. His only girl. His favourite girl.Â
This time, he thought, he would do whatever he can to solidify whatever was happening between the two of you. Maybe heâd even get you to go on a real date with him. Maybe that would lead to something more. He was smiling to himself just thinking about it.Â
He often thought back to the night you met. He was at the club after a long day of being the dark ruler he was. All he wanted was a drink and a pretty woman on his lap. Thatâs when he found you.Â
Right as he walked in, you caught his eye. Walking around serving drinks, wearing a little see-through red dress that brought every man you walked past to his knees.Â
Once he got to his booth, Bucky called you over. You walked towards him sheepishly.Â
âIâve never seen you around here before, beautiful.â He said, patting his thigh. He noticed the way you hesitated. Must be new, he thought.Â
You carefully perched on his lap, holding your empty metal tray to your chest. Bucky smirked as he looked at it, like you were putting a makeshift barrier between the two of you. When you remained quiet and squirmy, Bucky spoke up again.Â
âCome on, babygirl. Talk to me, itâs okay.â He whispered at his nuzzled your neck. âI donât bite. Unless you ask nicely, then I might.âÂ
His warm breath against your skin tickled. You chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. âUm, Iâm just a waitress. Iâm not supposed toâŚâ You trailed off. Both of you were aware of the no-contact âruleâ. But there was a natural, unexplainable spark there that neither of you could ignore.Â
âHmm,â His chest rumbled. âHow about we go somewhere private?â He whispered into your ear and noticed the way you shivered.Â
You hung your head, clutching your metal tray. âWaitresses arenât supposed to go into the VIP rooms, sir.â You said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear you above the sensual music.Â
Bucky smirked. Then leaned in and whispered, âI suppose I can bend the rules a little given I co-own the club.âÂ
You froze and went to stand up immediately, already apologising but he wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you on his lap.Â
âItâs okay, babygirl. Youâre not in trouble, I promise.âÂ
The two of you ended up in one of the VIP rooms. Nothing happened, you just kissed and talked and kissed some more. Bucky promised to come back. And he did. For months. Again and again and each time he did, you were drawn to him like he was gravity from the very moment he walked into the room.Â
And that night he landed after being away for weeks, he expected you to run right into his arms the moment heâd enter the club like you always did. He even got you a nice little gift to make up for the time that heâd been away. It was a rare, red diamond choker. He could already imagine how it would look around your neck. Like a brand. His.Â
But then he got to the club. And he noticed everyone was avoiding his eyes almost anxiously. And his girl was nowhere to be seen. He searched for you in the main area for a while, then even searched the VIP rooms, vowing to commit horrible crimes if he ever found you in there with another man.Â
But no.Â
He called Sam, who co-owned the club, and Sam had no idea who he was talking about. Bucky asked the staff members, and one bartender finally told him that youâd resigned a few weeks ago. And no one knew where you went. He asked for your full name, but no one knew that either.Â
Not even Sam. âI didnât even know we had a new waitress, Buck. I have more important shit to worry about.â Heâd said, adding to the burning sensation in Buckyâs chest.Â
âShe left me.âÂ
Sam had no idea what his best friend was babbling about. And during the many months that followed, Bucky was a mess. A mess like Sam had never seen before. Frantically scanning country after country, searching for a girl with no name. He was in love, and he wasnât giving up. He would find his girl come what may.Â
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But now Bucky knew where you were.Â
And he was more confused than ever. He had even more questions.Â
Bucky spent a whole week in that little town. Watching you, learning your routine, observing and questioning. He disguised himself as a local and always kept his distance even though his hands itched to touch you.Â
At first he was bothered by how you were fine with living the same day everyday. Your routine seemed boring at first, but the more he watched, the more he realised it was sort of therapeutic. The normality of it all.Â
He rented an apartment on the other side of the street from your bakery, and he spent hours watching you.Â
You lived right above the bakery. A quaint apartment, with flower pots all around the french windows. Sometimes when you forgot to turn the lights off at night, Bucky spent the whole night spying on you, counting your breaths as you slept on your couch in front of the TV.Â
Youâd wake up at the crack of dawn, then youâd feed your dogs. He noticed you had two. Lazy, both of them. Then youâd get downstairs and within half an hour, the cool air that entered his apartment carried the smell of the sea and baked goods.Â
All he wanted was to cross the cobblestone street and drag you to his bed, demand answers while fucking some sense into you. But the more he watched you, the more his anger diminished. Temporarily.Â
The genuine smile on your face as you served your loyal customers all day, especially the ones who always came early in the morning on their way to work. The occasional sound of your voice or your laughter that slipped past whenever someone didnât close the door right. The sound of children squealing and laughing whenever you gave away leftover baked goods or donuts in the evenings. How you knew almost everyone by name. How sometimes you invited neighbours over for wine nights. How you went on little walks in late, cool evenings, forcing your lazy pets to walk but then ending up having to carry them on the way back. They were spoiled, he realised. He hated to admit that he was jealous of the damned dogs who got so much of your attention while he starved for it.Â
He wasnât angry by the end of that first week of spying, he was just hurting. How dare you live a whole new life without him? How dare you laugh and seem like you donât miss him? Heâd just spent months looking for you and here you were, just going about your day like you didnât care? Like none of those nights youâd spent together mattered?Â
Meanwhile he was shaking just reminiscing the way your touch felt across his skin. He remembered the first time the two of you crossed that line in one of the VIP roomsâŚ
You were wearing that red dress again. Fucking tease, he hissed each time you moved or squirmed on his lap.Â
âBaby, please,â He groaned. âJust⌠let me touch you. Daddy will make you feel good, so good babygirl, I promise.â He pleaded, hands caressing your soft, warm thighs.Â
You shook your head, popping another one of those chocolates he brought you into your mouth and sucking your fingers after. Torturing him.Â
âWe canât,â You insisted, with nothing but mischief in your eyes as you looked at him. âYou made these rules yourself, remember?â You chuckled when he groaned again when you straddled him properly.Â
âI donât give a shit about rules.â He hissed, nuzzling your neck. Slowly, he kissed up and down your neck. âI just wanna taste you. Thatâs it. Just a taste.âÂ
Thatâs how he found himself on his knees, face in between your thighs. His skilled tongue making you whine and whimper as you tugged on his hair. Bucky hummed in appreciation the more he tasted you.Â
âCome on daddyâs face, babyâŚâÂ
Thatâs it.Â
Bucky decided he would go see you the next morning. He would drag you back home if he had to, but he wouldnât spend another day without you. Who did you think you were? No one just tosses him aside like this. Heâd remind you who he was and then youâd both go home right away.Â
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Bucky woke up to a thunderstorm. Weather around here was unpredictable. He got out of bed and immediately looked outside to find your bakery empty. No customers in sight because of the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. The golden light was on though.Â
He decided it was time to go have a talk with you. He promised not to lose his temper. He would go in there calmly, talk it out with you. Ask you what the fuck you are doing here, and then heâd take you home.Â
But that ended up not happening.Â
Bucky crossed the slippery cobblestone street, walked into your comforting, sweet smelling bakery and froze. He froze right there at the entrance.Â
As did you. Standing there behind the wooden counter, oven mittens in your hand and apron in another, you stared at Bucky with nothing but pure shock and surprise on your face. A thousand thoughts, mainly questions, crossed your mind.Â
What is he doing here? How did he find you? Why is he dressed casually like a local, wearing soft colours instead of his usual suits? How long has he been here? What is he doing here?Â
You let out a little gasp. âBucky?âÂ
Wrong move, apparently. Because his demeanour changed in a nanosecond. His calm and collected-ness was forgotten instantly. Jaws clenched, with a murderous look in his eyes, he walked closer, more like charged at you, and around the counter before you could even get a word out.Â
He had you pinned to the nearest wall before you could process it all. Knocking down a framed picture in the process. Towering above you, he looked like he was beyond pissed.Â
âBucky, Iâ,âÂ
âShut up.â He hissed, voice cold with bitterness and anger. He watched how you shivered when he pinned your wrists to the wall on either side of your head. âShut the fuck up.âÂ
He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment, trying his hardest to see reason but he was angry. So angry he couldnât think.Â
âWho the fuck do you think you are?â He spoke with such a low voice that you trembled against him, causing him to tighten his grip around your wrists, surely bruising them. You didnât care.Â
You winced, âI can explain.â Fuck, youâd missed him too. It had been months since you last saw him. He was just as handsome as you remembered. His hair was a little longer now, his beard a little thicker. But he made your heart race just the same. âPlease Bucky,â You whispered, âlet me explain everything to you.âÂ
âNo.â He growled before pressing his mouth to yours, angrily. Like he wanted his kiss to hurt. And it did.Â
His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled on and bit your lips. His hands damn near crushed your wrists in his strong grip. And he didnât give you even the briefest second to breathe. He kissed you just like how he imagined he would do once he found you. Ravenously. Pouring everything he felt into it. Desperation, anger, hurt, obsession. He couldnât get enough.Â
âBuckyâŚâ You gasped against his lips when he finally pulled away. Breathing fast, you tried to get a look at him but he just seemed even more angry.Â
âTurn around,â He mumbled, forcing you to turn around anyway. Fuck, the sight of you in that long, flowy, sundress was doing things to him. He was never this bothered when you used to parade around in your little see-through dresses, but somehow the sight of you in this pink, floral dress was making him act like a caveman.Â
His movements were rash and angry. He almost tore your dress off of you while he shoved his rough hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. You whined and trembled against the cool wall when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he hissed into your ear.Â
âI should punish you for what you did to me,â His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. âI should tie you up and fuck you however I want.âÂ
Your dress was partially off, bunched and only hanging on around your waist. Being so dishevelled made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, hoping the heavy rain would blur your actions from anyone who walked by the shop. Or god forbid, walk in.Â
âHow dare you think you can just leave me?â He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body come alive.Â
You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldnât get enough.Â
More, more, more. You mentally chanted.Â
Bucky wasnât having the silent treatment, so he smacked your thigh to get your attention. You yelped. Your skin stung as he smacked it again, on the same spot. Harder this time. You cried out even louder as he kept taunting you. âAnswer me, you fucking brat!â His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. âWhy did you leave me?âÂ
You cried as he kept fucking you with his fingers you even as you came. His fingers sliding in and out with ease now. The sounds you made were wanton. âYou⌠you left first.â You tried to argue. But failed miserably.Â
He chuckled in that dark and dangerous way of his. âI left for work.â He said, âAnd I promised you Iâd be back.â He reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things. âWhy didnât you wait for me?âÂ
âPlease, please, pleaseâŚâ You begged. âPlease I need to come, Bucky please.âÂ
âOh?â He chuckled again, slowing down his movements purposely. âNo one touched you, huh?â He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder. âYouâre so fucking wet itâs dripping down my hand, babygirl.â He boasted. âIs it because no one has touched you these past few months? Hmm?âÂ
âYesâŚâ You had tears streaming down your face, and you nodded breathlessly. âPleaseâŚâÂ
But instead of making you come all over his fingers, Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldnât see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.
âIâm gonna teach you what happens to people who think they can run from me, babygirl.â He growled as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out.Â
After months of not having him, right now he felt huge inside you. Just like that, memories of nights spent with him came flooding back in. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts.Â
His hand gripped you by the hips, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you like he hated you. Like it was punishment. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.
âDid you think Iâd never find you?â He asked, fucking into you. âI bet you thought youâd gotten rid of me, hmm?âÂ
Youâd missed him too. He could tell by the way you were starting to clench around him already. Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you.Â
âSee, it didnât have to be like this, babyâŚâ he mumbled angrily against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, âI could be nice and gentle with your body, but you just had to be a fucking brat and leave me with no warning.â He spat, growling in your ear as he pounded into you, your chest slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurt in the best way.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, baby,â He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly.
The pleasure, the pain, the heat of him⌠was too much and you couldnât hold back anymore.Â
âBuckyâ,â You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding.Â
His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â He came while biting down hard on your shoulder. So hard that even you cried out, still coming down from your high as you felt him spill deep inside you.Â
That bite on your shoulder hurt. And like a chain reaction, everything began to hurt. Having him here hurt. Memories of being with him in the city, in the dark rooms of that club hurt. Realising how fast your life changed hurt.Â
You didnât realise you were sobbing quietly until you heard Bucky apologising profusely. Suddenly no longer angry. No longer feeling betrayed.Â
âFuck, baby. Iâm so sorry.â He kissed that sore spot softly, his bite mark on your shoulder repeatedly as he wrapped his arms around you, securing you in the comfort of his embrace. âI donât know what came over me, babygirl. Iâm so sorry, please look at me. Hey, hey,â He pulled away and turned you so you faced him, still with tears in your eyes. âBabygirl, Iâm so sorry.â He whispered, wiping your tears away, then kissing your face repeatedly.Â
You remained like that for a few minutes. Arms wrapped around one another, standing there against that wall while it rained like hell outside. Bucky didnât stop apologising.Â
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have been an animal like this with you, Iâ,âÂ
You cut him off finally, âShh, itâs okay.â You pulled away from his warm chest to look up at him. âI needed this.â You said, sniffling as you gently cupped his rough cheek, caressing his face with your thumb. âI needed you like this.âÂ
He just hugged you close again, kissing the top of your head. âIâm sorry.â He apologised one final time. âIâll listen, I promise. Iâll listen to whatever you have to say.âÂ
You smiled faintly at him. âThen I should lock up down here and we can go upstairs. I donât want to scare my neighbours by risking them finding us like this.â You looked down at your partially torn dress and Buckyâs unbuttoned trousers.Â
Much to your surprise, Bucky said, âYou go ahead, Iâll close and lock up.âÂ
You frowned at him even as you desperately tried to get the top of your sundress to cover your chest. âYou wouldnât know how toâŚâ You trailed off as realisation set in. He was a calculated, smart man. He didnât just apparate on your doorstep with no planning. âYouâve been watching me.â You stated, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
Bucky gave you a rare, guilty look.Â
You sighed and shook your head. âI guess I chose this life by getting involved with you.â You gave him a faint smile. âAlright then, lock it. Leave the key in the little basket by the door.â You started walking towards the stairs, then turned around again and said, âMake sure the windows are properly locked too, because of the rain and stuff.âÂ
âYes maâam,â Bucky nodded.
You smirked at him.Â
With that you took the stairs and Bucky watched you go with a fond smile on his face. No one ever ordered him around. He hated it. But coming from you, he quite liked it.Â
Bucky chuckled at himself because never in his life had he ever imagined he would one day be closing up a bakery in a small town, all for the woman heâs obsessively in love with. But he didnât mind it one bit.Â
After following your instructions and double checking the windows, he made his way upstairs as well. Again, he didnât know what he expected your place to look like â and all that spying only allowed him glimpses of your apartment â but he never expected your space to look soâŚÂ
Pink. With occasional gold accents. Pale pink couch, the one you often fell asleep on while watching TV, and fluffy white pillows and rugs to go with. Paintings hanging on even paler pink walls. The kitchen he couldnât quite see but he assumed itâd have to be all white. Pink dog beds, with fluffy balls of brown fur sleeping on them â wearing pink collars no less.Â
He couldnât see your bedroom from the living room given the door was closed but given the pink, fluffy robe and socks you wore he could imagine just how pink it must be.Â
âItâs so girly.â He commented, as if surprised. Maybe he was a little. After all, he knew you as the seductive goddess he met almost every night at the club. He never realised that it was all just a show, that it was all just a persona at work. In a way, stepping into your space felt so intimate. He liked it.Â
You chuckled. âCoquette, please.â You corrected as you handed him a glass of red wine while he took a seat beside you. He did look a little out of place in your apartment, a dark and broody man like him. But then again, he was here and thatâs all that mattered.Â
He turned to look at you and couldnât resist holding your hand and pulling you onto his lap again. âCome here,â He said, âIâve missed you.âÂ
As you straddled his lap, your robe exposed some of your shoulder and Bucky saw the very noticeable bite mark he left on you. He grimaced when he saw it. He placed his wine glass to the side and traced the bite mark with his thumb carefully.Â
âIâm sorry, babygirl.â He whispered, leaning in to nuzzle your neck and kiss the bite mark. And breathe in your scent. Fuck, heâd missed it so much. âYou smell a little different. Fruitier.âÂ
You giggled when his hair tickled your skin. âI made blueberry compote earlier this morning. Perhaps thatâs why.âÂ
You could feel him smiling against your skin. Then he pulled away to look at you. His hands shamelessly slid under your robe, eager to touch your skin. Relishing it this time, not in a feral hurry like he was earlier. He seemed visibly calmer too.Â
âWe used to spend hours like this at the club, remember?â He spoke, and immediately you were overwhelmed with nostalgia.Â
Hours, days, weeks, months. Some days back then you would wake up in the morning already excited to see Bucky in the evening. And it wasnât because it was all sexual. So many nights all you two did was drink, laugh and talk about everything. He once told you that apart from Sam, you were his only real friend.Â
Bucky kissed you, breaking you out of your reverie surely thinking of the past as well. It was a slow, gentle kiss. It was consuming you. His hands caressed your thighs which were still a little sore from earlier. You winced in pain when he massaged the spot where he spanked you.Â
Bucky pulled away from the kiss, apologising again as he kissed down your chin. âIâm sorry, babygirl.âÂ
You smiled at him after taking a sip of your wine. âStop pretending as if we were always vanilla or that this is scandalous in any way shape or form.â You chuckled as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, âWe both know this was nothing compared to how we used to be.âÂ
Bucky smiled, a little sadly. âI missed you.â He repeated. âTell me,â He said, âTell me everything.âÂ
You finished your wine. âWhat do you want to know?âÂ
âWhy did you start working at the club?â He caught the look of sadness that suddenly appeared on your face upon hearing the question.
âI⌠I had to drop out of uni because my grandparents fell sick.â You explained. âMom and dad were travelling for work at the time, and I was the only one who could take care of grandma and grandpa. The treatments and all ended up costing a little more than what we had so I needed a job that paid well, I also needed one that would allow me to be flexible with my time so I could take care of my grandparents.âÂ
Bucky nodded, âHence the club.âÂ
You nodded in confirmation.Â
âYour parents never intervened? So you could finish your education?â He questioned.Â
âNo.â You said, almost emotionless. âWhen they found out what I was doing, where I was working to earn the extra money we needed⌠they kind of disowned me. And vowed to never talk to me again.â You chuckled, humourlessly.Â
âThey donât deserve you.â Bucky said quickly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. âYou were so brave baby, I wish you wouldâve told me all of this.âÂ
You slid your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp gently. âYou were already taking care of me.â You said, âYou mended my heart a little each night when I saw you.âÂ
âI wish I couldâve done more.â He kissed along your collarbones, then froze again as if he remembered something. âI almost forgot,â He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black box. âI got you something.â Then clarified, âWell, I got you this months ago. I wouldâve given it to you had you not run away from me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him, âI didnât run from you, Iâ,âÂ
He cut you off with a finger on your lips. âTell me about that part in a minute,â He opened the slender black box to reveal the red diamond choker inside. âI had this made for you.â He watched your face intently.Â
âBuckyâŚâ You hesitantly reached for it, running your fingers over the beauty of it. It was a simple design. Elegant, timeless. Way too expensive. âI canât take this,â You began protesting, âItâs too much.âÂ
Bucky made a face and said, âOh shut up.â He was already clasping it around your neck before you could protest any further. âItâs a gift from daddy,â He whispered against the corner of your lips. âYou deserve it, babygirl.âÂ
When he pulled away to look at you, his heart almost broke again at the sight of the tears in your eyes.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked, wiping your tears away for the second time today. âIs it that ugly?âÂ
You laughed through the tears. âNo, itâs the prettiest thing I own.â You sniffled. âThe only piece of real jewellery in fact.â You leaned in and kissed his cheek. âThank you.âÂ
âRemind me to get you a whole collection.â Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you deeply.Â
Then it turned into something more and by the time the afternoon rolled around, the two of you had lost count how many times youâd made love on your pink couch. Slow touches and cuddles, and soft kisses always resulted in the two of you fucking again.Â
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In the late afternoon, while snacking on random things Bucky realised you still hadnât explained how you ended up here.Â
âGrandma and grandpaâs bakery.â You explained, watching the rain pour outside. âThey left it to me. They died within weeks of each other,â You said with a melancholic smile on your face, âI always knew that would happen. They loved each other too much to live without one another for too long.âÂ
You turned to look at Bucky who pulled you onto his lap again and held you as tightly as possible. You werenât crying this time, but being held felt nice.Â
You continued, âI had funerals to plan, I had to pack up my life and move all the way here, I had to take on the responsibility of the bakery and renovate this apartment. And you were already gone at the time soâŚâ You sighed. âI didnât know if I should leave a note or not. I didnât know if you were actually coming back orâ,âÂ
âI would never abandon you. I thought you knew that.â Bucky said, a little annoyed at that. âI made you a promise, did you notâ,âÂ
You couldnât help but argue, âYeah well, I didnât know if what we had was real enough for you to come back to.âÂ
Bucky frowned. âBabyâŚâÂ
You gave him a small smile, and pressed your forehead against his, rubbing your noses together. âI know now. It is.âÂ
When you finally pulled away from his addicting embrace you said, âIâm gonna get started on dinner. You can shower in there,â You pointed at your bedroom door as you got up from the couch. Bucky tried to grab you again but you pulled away laughing. âThe weather is clearing up, we can have dinner outside on the patio.âÂ
You threw him a wink and made your way into the kitchen.Â
Bucky finally got up and walked into your bedroom. Just as he imagined, the place was all white, gold, and pink. He actually laughed when he walked into the bathroom and found it pale pink as well. Heâd grown to love it too by now.Â
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You were busy at the stove, making your best seafood pasta, when you felt strong arms wrapping around you from behind.Â
âHowâd you like my bedroom?â You asked, smirking already as you pictured him in your very girly space.Â
âItâs very pink. The bed looks comfy,â He whispered into your ear, âIâm gonna fuck you in it later.âÂ
You chuckled and passed him another glass of wine. As you turned to face him again, you couldnât help but laugh out loud. There he was, one of the scariest men you knew, standing in your grandma-core kitchen, wearing a fluffy white robe with pink clouds on it.Â
Bucky rolled his eyes, âOh donât comment on it. I can already hear Sam laughing his ass off and heâs not even here.âÂ
You laughed even harder before you kissed his cheek. âIt suits you.â You said. Then you handed him a couple of plates and pointed at the patio which could be seen from the kitchen window, âCan you set the table?âÂ
He finished his wine and then mumbled on his way out like a grumpy old man, âFirst close the bakery, now set the table,â He shouted from outside, âYou know, if this whole thing was your elaborate plan to hire me as your domestic helper, you couldâve just asked, babygirl.âÂ
You laughed at him from inside the kitchen. You shook your head as you watched him. Wearing your fluffy robe, setting the small table on your patio. The view of the ocean from that patio was to die for, and the setting sun was just sublime. The golden lights youâd hung above the cute little dining area added to the cosy atmosphere. Now with the weather a lot nicer than it was hours ago, you could hear the small town coming alive again. Voice and laughter, children cycling down the cobblestone.Â
And Bucky. Bucky was here too. Winking at you from the patio. And you thought your life had ended when your parents disowned you. You scoffed at the thought. Then you thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Bucky back to you.Â
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During dinner, Bucky filled you in on what he was up to while you were gone. And you did the same. One bottle of wine turned into two, then you and Bucky laughed at random things while you did the dishes.Â
Then you found yourselves in your bed. And like he promised, Bucky made love to you there as well.Â
His muscular body hovered above yours. He looked down at you with nothing but love and desire in his eyes as you undid the ridiculous robe to let his cock out. He was hard already.Â
âThink I like you a lot in this robe.â You teased.Â
Bucky laughed before leaning in for a kiss again. He nibbled along your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he parted your legs and slid into you. Â
You gasped as your walls welcomed him perfectly. He was nice and snug inside you, stretching you out in a way that had you whining and whimpering under him in no time.Â
Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head on your pink covers as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled back once he started moving in and out of you. Taking his sweet time, loving the way his warm skin rubbed against yours.Â
He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. âI love you.â He breathed against your mouth. âSo fucking much.â He kissed along your skin and moaned into your ear as he sped up. âIâm sorry it took me so long to say it.âÂ
âOh Buck,â You smiled up at him, âI love you.âÂ
âYouâre mine.â He whispered, leaning down to kiss you as he made you come again.Â
âAnd youâre mine.âÂ
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You woke up some time in the middle of the night, thirsty after all that wine from earlier. But the moment you sat up to get out of bed, Bucky woke up too. Asking in his groggy voice, which you had never heard before but concluded that it was kind of hot, âWhere are you going? What is it?âÂ
You smiled and kissed his forehead while getting out of bed, âJust thirsty. Iâll be right back.âÂ
Bucky got up after you, getting out of bed as well. âIâm coming too.â He said, âI worry this girly room might engulf me if you leave me here alone.â He joked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he followed you out and into the kitchen.Â
Truth is, he didnât want to be apart from you for even a second.Â
You handed him a glass of cold water while you put some water to boil to make tea. Some green tea should put the two of you right back to sleep, you thought.Â
So there you were in your cosy kitchen, wrapped in a soft blanket. Bucky leaned against the counter watching you. He was shirtless, just in some white, cotton pyjama pants that you lent him. They didnât fit him at all but something about him in your clothes made him seem adorable.Â
You were both quiet. But you could feel Bucky thinking. He looked like he was trying to find the right way to ask you something. You didnât know what. But he had that little frown on his forehead. You wanted to kiss it away.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked.Â
Bucky avoided your eyes, choosing to stare at the floor instead as he asked, âDo you think⌠I mean, would you ever come back home?âÂ
Ah. The few moments of silence which followed were heavy. You didnât like how that question put some kind of metaphorical distance between the two of you.Â
So you took a few steps and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his muscular, toned chest and said, âThis is home, for me.â You gave him the truth. âThat city was never home now that I think about it.â You smiled faintly, âThe only good part was you.âÂ
Bucky nodded. âSo,â He began, then stopped to clear his throat and spoke again, âYou wonât ever leave this place?âÂ
You slid your hands up across his skin, feeling the warm, strong muscles underneath your palm. You traced his collar bones, then his neck and finally cupped his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms loosely around your middle.Â
âI love it here, Bucky.â You stated. âItâs quiet, and peaceful. It looks boring at first but itâs what Iâve always wanted.â You said. âPlus my grandparents left me this, itâs all I have of them.â You paused for a while, hating that look of hurt in his ocean blue eyes. âI wonât leave. This is my home now.âÂ
Bucky was quiet. Even his breathing was slow.Â
You let go of him, took a step back and said, âMaybe you should head back.â It felt like the words sliced you from the inside. It hurt to even utter them. âYou have a life there.â You gave him a sad smile. Followed by a faint chuckle. âUnless you want to take up fishing then Iâm afraid thereâs nothing for you here.âÂ
He scoffed. âThereâs you.â He said as if that was more than enough.Â
âBucky.â You warned.Â
He shook his head, then reached for his phone which heâd forgotten in the kitchen earlier tonight. âSam will probably fly out here to beat me up when I tell him.â He spoke, none of what he said made sense to you though.
âWhat are youâ,â
âAnd heâll have to work twice as much. But heâll do great, I know. Heâs Sam after all, strongest man I know.â Bucky carried on, ignoring your questions as he typed away on his phone. âIâll do as much as I can from here, maybe fly back to the city once or twice a year to show my face.âÂ
âBucky,â You warned again, âWhat are you talkingâ,âÂ
Bucky continued, cutting you off each time you tried to get a word in. âIâll have to call my people, actually I have a lot of phone calls to make ifâ,âÂ
You cut him off this time, stepping closer to him again and grabbing him by his broad shoulders. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
Bucky gave you a lovesick smile. âWell if youâre not going back to the city, neither am I.â He answered. You froze. He continued. âIâll have to buy us a bigger home somewhere around here. Weâll keep the apartment and bakery of course, but maybe we could use some staff to help with maintenance and to keep the bakery running.âÂ
He made a mental, makeshift plan while you had silent tears streaming down your face.Â
He continued, âWeâll get you back in uni, whichever one you want and whichever offers distance learning because thereâs no way Iâm letting you live on some campus away from me.â He paused, then said, âIâll have to actually take up fishing. Maybe Iâll buy a few boats, you know I always wanted to be a yacht broker.â He sounded almost⌠hopeful. âRetirement sounds nice.âÂ
You sniffled. âBuckâŚâÂ
Bucky kept talking while he gently caressed your back. âIâll have to learn French,â He groaned, âAt this grown age.â He added. âIâll have to know what's a chocolate croissant and whatâs a pain au chocolat if I want to occasionally help out with the bakery. I canât be uncultured while my wife is this connoisseur, you know? The locals will laugh at me.âÂ
âWife?â You questioned through tears and a faint, barely there smile.Â
He rolled his eyes. âBaby, Iâm wearing your clothes, sleeping in your girly room, eating off of your floral plates.â He explained, âIf you donât marry me, I will lose my reputation.â He joked.Â
You laughed, and sobbed as you threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could.Â
âYou donât have to do this.â You spoke through tears. Your heart felt so full, you didnât know how to handle a man like Bucky changing the course of his life for you. All for you.Â
Bucky hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. âI want to.â He said, âI have to. Otherwise youâll run away again.â He teased.Â
You laughed quietly. âI wonât.â You said firmly.Â
âGood,â He sighed, squeezing you tightly in his arms before letting go. âNow I have to tell Sam.â He looked genuinely worried.Â
You giggled, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. âTell him in the morning.â You whispered, your hands already trailing down to the waistband of the pyjama pants.Â
Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, deeply. âOkay baby,â He whispered, forgetting everything else as he got lost in you all over again.Â
He made love to you right there in the kitchen, sliding in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the counter. Slow and gentle. Kissing you softly, making a mess of you as he made you come over and over and over again. Whispering against your heated skin, your wet, open mouth, âYouâre mineâŚâÂ
âAll yours,â You answered, holding him tightly. Your nails scratching down his back, your skin burning in all the best ways as his beard scratched it each time he kissed you.Â
This time, he made you a different promise.Â
âIf you chose to run again, you better run for your life and pray I never find you, babygirlâŚâ He whispered into your ear as he slid inside you again. His cock made it hard for you to focus on anything else but you tried your hardest to hear him out. âBecause I wonât be this kind if I ever have to hunt for you again.âÂ
You laughed, but ended up moaning as he bit down on your other shoulder this time. Marking you as his again.
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i know pirates of the caribbean would have never been made today (on-location practical effects film) but if it WAS...
we'd absolutely have another "Introducing Disney's First Ever LGBT Character!!" moment, and of course everyone would be like "oh yeah, jack sparrow is bisexual, we're aware, got it." and then disney would be like "No."
and so we'd be like, "Oh, okay, Pintel and Ragetti are definitely not related and there's something homeoerotic going on there. Cool. We support that." and disney would go "No..."
and then they'd point to this fucking picture
"Maccus, the shark-headed first mate, has unrequited feelings for Davy Jones..." and there'd be an approximately 0.5 second scene where Maccus looks at Davy out of the corner of his 3rd eye and goes "Davy....." and Davy ignores him and disney is like "We're so brave for this."
and it'd be another goddamn gaston/le fou situation where half of y'all would be going "oh my god slayyyy love is reeaaalll" while the other half are pointing out how weirdly homophobic it is to have the cursed, PERPETUALLY DAMNED, ANIMAL-LIKE men be hinted as gay
and the fanart would be vile
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COME CLOSER
Summary: Reader asks her friend, Soldier Boy to take her virginity.
Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader
Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), virgin reader!, smut, language, rough Soldier Boy, beard kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, friends with benefits
Word Count: 4052
A/N: English is not my first language.
You grabbed the gun from Ben's suit and placed it in your bag without even waiting for a response since you knew he wouldn't refuse you. âMay I take this?â you said. âJust for safety issues.â
Ben joined the team to kill Homelander months ago, and because you two have been on missions together for so long, you two have kind of gotten to know one another. He frequently teased you, and most of the time he really got on your nerves. Another thing Butcher's wanted from you regarding Ben was to make sure you kept an eye on him while he was high or furious.Â
He sighed, âYou are already in safe hands,â and then gave you a little push toward the car, where Butcher and the other members of the team were waiting. âYou know that you are something different. Trying to protect yourself with a firearm in spite of the fact that you already have three supes with you, me included, who are the strongest and greatest.âÂ
âAfter the job is completed, even the biggest dicks become smaller. I wonder if your gigantic ego will ever be smaller one day, Ben.â
âNot mine,â he winked at you in between his laughter before the two of you entered the car. âHow on earth does a naive virgin speak like that? I must discipline your dirty mouth at some point.âÂ
He pushed until you reached the other side of the seat, and you muttered, âShut up.â Your face flushed. âYou leave no space for me.â
âDo I look like your personal driver?â Butcher growled at Hughie to come in too, questioned in a disapproving tone. Then Butcher turned back to Hughie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said, âWhere the fuck is your girlfriend?â
âShe arrived earlier with the others. They were driven there by Frenchie already.â
âWill you shut up and drive?â Ben messed with your hair for a while while ignoring what you said that he was going to ruin it, saying to Butcher in an irritated manner.Â
âGood boy gone bad, huh?â Ben ignored you and filled the entire seat between your complaints. Butcher murmured, âLet's fucking have some fun there since we may not be finding any free time soon, Navy girlies.âÂ
Luckily, Butcher managed to locate a club devoid of supes, but it was still massive and insane, complete with loud music. Hughie's gaze found Annie right away, and Butcher followed after him while he winked at the girl who was staring at him with a chuckle.Â
You gave Ben a drink and complained, âDo I have to babysit you?â Even though all of the girls were capturing his attention, he was undoubtedly hearing what you were saying.Â
He patted your head and said, "Babysit me?" with a look of astonishment. "Sweetheart, it's me who has been watching you for several months. After all, it's easy for you to get into trouble."Â
"Me?" As he messed with your hair, you giggled and attempted to push his hands away. "You're always on the verge of being furious for no reason at all, and I have to keep your ego boosted when you are about to lose it."Â
"Or maybe I act it this way to get you even more anxious; what do you think? Your human face looks so funny when you're trying to calm me," he smirked and remarked with arrogance.Â
Punching him in the chest, you said, "You're impossible," although your wrist ached. You sighed in agony, "Fuck, Ben," and made sure everything was okay by looking at your hand. Thankfully, there were no physical wounds.Â
"Why the fuck have you tried to punch me now? Haven't you still learned I'm built to last?" he complained, gently massaging your hands.Â
You muttered, "You're so annoying," while he sighed and released your hands. "I can't imagine why almost nobody likes you."Â
"All you do this evening is talk rudely with that lovely mouth of yours and spit poison. Also, you are to blame. How many times do I have to tell you not to try to punch me? Wish to adopt a tough-ass persona? You're just a little sensitive, soft doll," he continued to tease, causing you to flush with rage.Â
"Remember the day I gave myself a Temp-V injection? When I really punched you, you seemed rather surprised, and I'm sure it hurt."Â
âI didn't think being a temporary Supe could happen, and that was a while ago.â Ben continued to smirk and replied, âKeep that in mind. I was merely trying to comprehend the change in your scent when you unexpectedly struck me and pushed me against the wall. You know, I should have been doing that. Of course, I'm not referring to the punching; rather, I'm speaking to the second one, but more gently.â
Ben flirted with you, giving you a tiny pinch on the chin and a wink. He was perhaps the most flirtatious man ever, but the reason he acted this way was that you told him you were a virgin, and even when he understood you were becoming too shy and a little anxious, he continued to tease you verbally. You didn't feel uncomfortable about it, though.Â
âWhatever.â You rushed to end it, fearing he would start talking even more profanely. You tried to silence him by putting your palm over his mouth. âWhen are you going to shave this beard? It's really lengthy.â
He murmured, âI thought you liked it longer and thicker,â as he combed his facial hair.Â
This time, instead of being annoyed, you giggled. âYou're impossible.âÂ
You said, âI'm going to check on Annie and others,â feeling a little guilty for something you didn't even understand when you saw him searching for women who fit his tastes. âSo that you can have your fun.â
Ben, who had just bought a drink for himself, approached a redhead who had been staring at him passionately ever since he entered the bar. You led the way to join Annie and the rest of the team, but you were carrying a heavy weight that you couldn't quite explain. You did your best to ignore the stupid ache in your heart and laugh out loud at Butcher's half-made-up stories. It was a rare, heartfelt moment of calm after months, shared by all of you as you briefly watched the redhead woman take Ben's head and lead him to the second floor.
Ben's social batteries ran out after a few hours, and when he got into a fight with Butcher, you volunteered to take him home in your car because you were starting to have headaches too. Annie and Kimiko were dancing in the center; it appeared like they were just getting started. Either their heightened enthusiasm was to blame, or you simply didn't feel like having fun at that particular time. Ben was the source of your annoyance because he preferred to spend his time in the club having fun with other women and left you kind of alone.
You just said, âI will drive Ben back; just stop arguing for once,â and snatched Butcher's keys. âI assume everyone will be arriving home late. It appears that Kimiko and Annie won't be calling it a night anytime soon.â After observing them for some time, they realized you were right. Kimiko was high as fuck.
Ben didn't have a shower in his own room, so he quickly took one in yours once you drove home. Surprisingly, he hasn't complained to Butcher about it in any manner, and you've allowed him to use yours anytime he needs to, even if he occasionally takes a shower a bit too frequently, leading you to believe that he does it on purpose to irritate and enrage you so that you two can argue. But no matter what, his unique word choice never failed to make you chuckle.
As he was taking care of himself in the bathroom, you considered something you had long since ignored: your virginity. You could never go one step beyond, not even if you were in your mid-20s. You just didn't want it to be just one fleeting, pointless act, and you didn't feel anything at all. Perhaps you were a shamefully traditional person who was eagerly awaiting the realization of your real fate.
Ben used to make jokes about your virginity, which you didn't mind, but tonight it kind of got under your skin and made you feel uneasy, like there was something wrong with you. It just didn't seem right at all to be a virgin in your mid-twenties.Â
âYou appear to be lost in thoughts. What's consuming your mind so much?â Ben queried.Â
His long beard and damp hair were pouring over the floor as he emerged from the bathroom, his thick, muscular belly wrapped in a towel. Your eyebrows are raised between your sighs. Though you always knew he was extremely attractive, he seemed even more so at this moment.Â
Ben glanced at your short dress too, seeing that you were staring at him as your lips parted slightly in a hint of yearning. He smirked, conceited, seeing your legs pushed together.Â
âI think I can make a guess.â He walked over to sit on the bed next to you and mumbled.Â
You hesitantly said, âI was thinking something,â not quite sure what to say exactly.Â
âAbout?â
You abruptly asked, trying not to flush too much as you moved the bed and fully turned your body to face him. âWould you take my virginity?âÂ
Ben exclaimed, âWhat?â with his lips parted in wonder as he tried to understand what you meant and raised an eyebrow.Â
âYou already heard me.âÂ
Ben laughed and ignored your request, saying, âAre you drunk or do you need to jerk off? You're going to be a good nun when you grow up.â
âI'm serious here,â you said, blushing red from embarrassment and rage at the fact that the fact that he didn't take you seriously at all.
Ben's mocking expression changed to one of confusion as he realized you were serious. âI thought you were waiting for the love of your life or something. Why did you change your mind all of a sudden?â
âI wasn't waiting for someone,â you denied right away. âI decided being like this bothers me, and I want to change it.â
You continued, âWe have known each other for months, and I think we kind of formed a good friendship during this time,â before he said anything, you added, âIt must be okay to ask your friend for help, and it's better than to be with a total stranger, right?â
âI'm not the right person to share something like that.â Ben said in a serious tone, âI don't know why you made this decision so quickly, but you'll regret it tomorrow, I promise. If you are horny, I can give fingerfuck you, though.â It was clear that he was not hearing you clearly.Â
âIt's not really that significant, is it? I didn't wait for someone right away, as I had said. If I knew I would regret saying it, I wouldn't have said it in the first place. What's the purpose of friends?â
Hesitantly, you reached out to touch his damp arms to gauge his reaction while also conveying your concern. You felt your small confidence begin to fade as you noticed he was staring at you with the same expression, so you brought your hands back to yourself. âWell, of course I won't try to convince you to take my virginity if you don't want to get into such an intimate interaction with me,â you said, trying not to seem offended or disappointed. âIt's a different issue.â
Your heart raced under your thin dress as you anxiously awaited his response.Â
âI would fuck you with pleasure; it's not that I don't want it,â he added, examining your bare legs and breasts as they rose and fell in time with your heavy breaths. He whispered, placing his rough palms on your chin. âBut I can't promise it won't hurt, and I don't want it to be just a one-time thing.â
You muttered, âI know it's going to hurt,â and at last he relaxed and seemed to agree.Â
He smirked and continued, âI'll fuck your cunt whenever I want,â staring right into your eyes and making you tremble at the sensation. âYou'll spread your legs for me and beg me to fuck you.â
âIt's better,â you said as his hand lowered to your throat, causing you to become even more thrilled. You chuckled awkwardly and murmured, âPractice makes perfect, right?â
Your lips parted in ecstasy as his thumb massaged your hardened nipple, and he gently pinched it between his fingers through your dress. He didn't even slightly break eye contact with you, as if he wanted to watch every move you made.Â
Ben mumbled, âI wonder if you're dripping under there already,â as he climbed on top of you. Feeling uncertain about what action to take, you placed your quivering hands on his large chest.Â
His palm stroked your pussy through your underpants, and you clenched around nothing, murmuring, âI feel like it.â You were already embarrassingly drenched; you knew that.Â
âBen,â you murmured quickly, and his hand instantly froze there. He stared at you, confused, not knowing if you wanted to stop or not. You grabbed his wrist and stopped him just as he was about to return his hand to himself. âCan you do the entire job for tonightâ you said in a hesitant manner. âI have absolutely no idea what to do.â
Ben surprised you with a kiss on the forehead and said, âOf course I'll do the entire job. You just lay down and relax. I'm going to take care of you well, okay?â
You nodded quickly, trusting that Ben knew what to do when he started to rub your pussy through your underwear again. Your hips rose higher to meet his movements as he played with your clit with a gentle thumb. âLet's get rid of your dress, huh?â he said, helping you to remove it from your body. You were lying under him naked, except for your underwear.
You wanted to hide your body with your hands because you felt a little shy, but you forced yourself to look at him with courage because you wanted this to be good. Even if he was already erect under the towel, he ignored his own needs to give you the pleasure you needed first.
Then he pinched your nipples once more and added, âYou have such lovely tits.â Before you could respond, he put his warm lips on one of your tits and started sucking, giving you very light bites. You were a little scared that he could harm you because you had a big power imbalance since he was a supe, but you chose to put your trust in him because you knew he had experience having intercourse with normal people just like you.
As he continued licking both of your nipples, you placed your hands behind his hair and pulled. You pushed his head to your tit as you raised your hip to match his movement, but you moaned loudly when he ripped off your panties and inserted one of his meaty fingers inside of you slowly, even though you were trying really hard not to scream. It was difficult to take even one finger, so tears welled up in your eyes, but you didn't want to ruin the moment.
Groaning, âFuck, you are tighter than I expected,â he lifted his head.
When he noticed your pained expression, he began to gently massage your clit with his thumb once again. Thankfully, this helped you feel better, and after a while, you began to slowly tighten around his finger.
He asked in a rough voice, âDo you like me fingering you?â and continued to push his finger in and out. âYour pussy is so adorable and swollen. You so desperately need me to fuck you raw.â
He commanded, âTell me it's just for me,â tensing up his motions as you continued to tighten around his finger.
You said, âJust for you,â and he attempted to press another finger, but you were simply too tense to take it. You said, âBen, be slow,â in a panic.
âIn order for you to take me easier, we need to properly prepare your little pussy. Now spread your legs and don't cover that adorable cunt,â he gave another command. It was then that you realized you were attempting to press your legs together.
You spread your legs so he could see you as per the directions he gave. You let out a loud cry of pleasure and agony as he carefully inserted another finger. Ben swallowed your groans and stretched you with two fingers, his warm lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.
You were moaning inside his mouth while his tongue and fingers dominated you. Ben felt your wetness on his fingers, your hips rising to match his rhythm, and he felt like he might come without even touching himself.
With a harsh voice, he commanded, âCum on my fingers,â and proceeded to fuck you while your walls tensed up. With a loud moan and his name between your lips, you nailed his biceps while he watched you orgasm under his touch. âGood girl. You are so easy to make cum. Fuck, you're a needy one.â
You continued orgasming and wetting them while Ben held your fingers within. Even though your pussy felt extremely sensitive, he continued to finger you without giving you a minute's break after your climax had passed.
âBen, it feels sensitive.â
âFucking take it,â he growled. âYou'll come as much as I want you to.â
You muttered, âI don't think I can,â as your legs continued to shake uncontrollably.
âYou can and you will,â Ben responded, and he proceeded to fuck you even more forcefully than before.
The bedroom was filled with obscene noises, and your eyes welled up with tears of pleasure.
âCum to me,â he commanded again, and you instantly clenched around his fingers. Putting your hands over his head, you kissed him, pressing your lips to his in an attempt to stop your moans.
As you orgasmed, you sensed him grinning slightly against your lips throughout the kiss. He whispered, âYou're so fucking tight, you're almost going to lock me inside your pussy,â as you calmed down after your climax subsided. âI guess you're ready now.â
Your eyes widened with fear and dread as he removed the towel from his belly and threw it to the ground, revealing his firm cock. Ben began to give himself brief strokes while spreading your legs apart. Aware of your discomfort, he smiled slightly at you. âI'll do my best to be gentle. You're enough soaked already.â
You nodded to him, waiting tensely as you watched him pump himself between his rough hands. You tensed up abruptly as the tip of his cock touched your entrance, and he took himself in hand after giving it enough strokes.
He said, âRelax,â and kept pushing the tip inside. âFuck, take it already.â
You attempted to let him in, your legs trembling with desire and dread, but you couldn't stop clenching.
You whimpered, your eyes welling with tears, as he thrust his cock inside with a forceful move. You also pulled his hair around his neck. Your hips were being held in place by his hands, preventing you from moving them. You were certain that it would bruise badly.
You cried out in fear, âBen,â as he persisted in pushing. Tears fell from the corner of your eyes onto the covers when you were nailing his arms.
He groaned, âCalm down,â and gave you some time to relax. âIt's just the head.â
âSorry,â you said, ashamed that you weren't able to bear pain and adding unnecessary difficulty to the procedure.
His eyes widened at the sight of your face, and he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. He whispered, âHey, it's okay. You take me so good, so warm,â in between kisses and proceeded to place his cock inside of you once more. You knew it was a major step for you when you felt like he broke your hymen. This time, his hands gently remained on your hips as he sensed a change in your feelings.
Thank goodness, you relaxed between his kisses and compliments, and your wetness allowed him to enter at last. Ben gave you time to get used to his size after his cock completely filled your insides.
After planting another hard kiss on your lips, he asked, âAre you okay now?â and stroked your cheeks.Â
You responded, âI'm okay,â as the agony lessened and you began to get pleasure from his cock pulsing inside of you.Â
Ben put his hands on the sheets, and as he started to move slowly inside of you, you locked your legs around his hip.Â
He groaned, âYou're so tight around me,â as he began to move faster. âI should have fucked you sooner.â
He gave you quick kisses, and his bushy beard tickled your chin as he began to fuck you quickly and roughly. âI'll turn this little cunt addicted to my cock.â
As you continued to moan beneath him, he gave another order: âTell me you want me to fuck you hard.â
You murmured, âPlease,â and he slowed down.Â
Ben wrapped his hand around your neck and said, âBeg me properly,â but he wasn't using force against you.Â
You sighed, âFuck me hard, please, Ben.â You moaned as you saw his mucsles stretching as he continued to penetrate you quickly and roughly. Your hands nailed his chest and broad abdomen.Â
He put your legs on his shoulders and stated, âI'm going to fuck you every day; make you my little cumslut. Do you enjoy having your friend fuck you? Does this turn you on?â
When he kept talking filth, you couldnât stop clenching around his cock.
He moaned, âFuck,â in between hard strokes. âLook at this pussy clench. You really get turned on by it.â
Ben intensified his movements as your legs trembled with pleasure around his hips, and you felt your climax strike with a loud moan and a cunning sneer on his face. You tried biting your lip to muffle the moans, but it was difficult as Ben fucked you raw, on top of you, dominating your whole body.Â
He whispered, âI'm going to fuck your face another time,â and put his thumb inside your mouth. âSuck it. Prove to me how much you crave my cock inside your mouth.â
You groaned in displeasure as he slowed. Ben strictly said, âSuck it, show me how badly you want my cock inside your mouth, and I'll fuck you as you need,â when you lifted your hips to get him to return to his previous rhythm.Â
With the expectation that he would like it, you put your lips around his thumb and started to lick it with your tongue.Â
He mumbled, âFuck yes, gonna cum inside that mouth,â and started fucking you quickly and roughly once more.Â
He muttered, âAlmost there,â and continued to fuck you while staring at your bouncing tits.Â
His hardness continued to throb inside of you as you tightened around him one more time and orgasmed. He moaned and spilled inside of you, filling you with his thick and warm ropes.Â
Ben continued to fill your pussy as your climax subsided. You felt incredibly satisfied because you felt so full of his seed.Â
When he was finished, he carefully pulled out his cock, exposing the blood at the tip. Ben gave you a long, hard kiss on the lips when he noticed you were staring at it.Â
You offered him a tiny smile as he whispered, âCome closer,â and he embraced you with his large arms. âAre you alright?âÂ
You continued to stroke his beard while responding, âYes.â Actually, you've never felt better.
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Not Her Man
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Childhood friend!Reader
Chapter Synopsis: Feathers fall gracefully slow
Warning: Girlrotting
Word Count: 3193
Part 1 ⢠Part 3
You were always scared to do drugs. Â
You saw Rafe at his highs, you were with him, keeping him from doing anything stupid like when he was so sure he could backflip from Tanneyhillâs rooftop and land on the grass perfectly.Â
But you also wondered how difficult it was for him to get clean. To suffer from withdrawals. And as you lie on your fur carpet, staring at the glimmering crystals of your chandelier, with your closet half emptied and scattered all around your room, along with rolling wine bottles on the polished hardwood floor of your bedroom, you think you might have understood just a little.
Blocking him was the hardest thing you have ever done in your life, especially when it was your routine to giggle over whatever interaction you had through text that day. The itch to open his account for any update made you want to bind your hands together.
Your parents are out of the country, busy overseeing their business, forgetting to oversee their daughter. Your maids were there for you, at least they try to be. They bring you food on schedule, even sliding in a few scoops of ice cream every now and then in your room when your sobs start to echo around the halls.
Rafe tried to contact you multiple times. First, through your phone, but you blocked him. Next, he tried to throw pebbles at your window, but your seventy-six year old gardener fired a shotgun at him, thinking that he was a burglar. Next, he tried a different approach, he was sending you gigantic bouquets of your favorite flowers, making the hallway leading to your room look like a wedding set up, the flowers perfumed the entire house too, drawing a concerning amount of bees. One epipen to your chefâs thigh later, Rafe stops sending them.
He never really does anything right. All he does is mess up, create more problems for himself. You almost wanted to give in, but you remind yourself of the things he said. Anger and hurt quickly replaces pity.
A familiar chime of your phone had you groaning. Your friends are probably going to have another attempt of making you step out of your room, like inviting you to have your nails done or shop, just to get your mind off of Rafe.
You just let the ringtone end and you go back to staring at the chandelier, wondering if youâll be quick enough to get out of the way if it somehow falls. Before you can plan a strategic roll, your phone rings again.
Blindly reaching underneath the scattered pillows, you finally locate the buzzing device. You answer without looking at the caller ID.Â
âY/N speaking.â You mumble lazily.
âHey, girlie.â There goes the high-pitched voice of your friend. âSooo, the girls and I-hush!â You hear a bunch of girls giggling behind the line and your brows crease together in annoyance. âWeâre going on a party tonight and weâre thinking that maybe youâd liketocomewithus?â
You play with the lace of your dress, eyes just following the patterns when you hear your name being called again over the phone.
âIâm not in the mood for parties.âÂ
âYou are never in the mood for anything anymore.â She whines behind the line. Her tone prompts you to sit up to pick up the stale wine you left out in the open for too long. Taking a sip and ignoring the thin coat of dust it caught after you ransacked your closet for something that made you look confident, only for you to end up squeezing in the dress that Rafe got you as a present for your 13th birthday. He didnât pick it out for you, of course, but it still made you all fizzy and bubbly and excited inside.
You put down the wine to scratch at the waistband that is digging on the skin of your under bust, the fabric being stretched beyond its capacity.
âI know.â You tried to sound apologetic. âI just canât, okay?â
She sighs, making you let out a grateful sigh. Thereâs still some ceiling viewing you had to get back to.
âIâm picking you up at seven.â She speaks with finality and before you can answer, she continues. âPlease donât let that awful man get the satisfaction of knowing that he has this much effect on you.â You can hear her begging behind the phone. She and the other girls are just looking out for you.
With an unwilling heart, you decide to get on your feet, your socked foot nearly slipping the moment it touches the wooden floor. Cursing, you finally crouch on the piled up clothes you threw earlier.Â
âFine, Iâll come.â You roll your eyes. âDresscode?â
You hear an airy chuckle and you can imagine her pinching your cheeks if you were within her reach. âPartyâs open to all, Kooks or Pogues. In the community beach house. You dress however you like. Iâll match your vibe, if youâd like.â
This makes a smile creep on your lips. Sheâs definitely on the top 10 list of the most annoying people you know but you thank God everyday for a friend like her. âYou know I love you, right?â
She snorts before bursting out in a fit of laughter. âDuh. I love you too.â
âSee you later.â You grin. âTell the girls Iâm coming too.â
âSure, see you!âÂ
You hang up and get started on searching for the right outfit. Well, thereâs the classic white flowy dresses, but everybody wears them. You could wear a short and a cute top, show some belly? Blech, youâre not exactly in one of your maneater moods. But perhaps if you covered it with that oversized white pinstriped polo, it could work? Yeah, something casual yet put together. Itâs not like youâre dressing to impress anybody, or somebody in particular, youâd prioritize comfort over fashion tonight.
A knock on your bedroom door pulls you from your thoughts. With a shrug, you throw your chosen clothes on your bed.
âComing.â You call while trudging over to open the door. There stood your maid, she was looking anxious, wringing her wrinkly hands. âWhat is it?â
She glances at your odd choice of clothing before she looks away so as to not make you uncomfortable. âWell, uhm, Sir Cameron is here again, miss. Heâs waiting for you downstairs, in the drawing room.â
You press your lips in a firm line. âTell him Iâm not here.â
Your maid smiles apologetically. âHeâŚhe saw you in your bedroom window before he came in, miss.â
Huffing, you tap your feet impatiently. âJust tell him Iâm busy.â
âHe said youâll say that.â She mutters, amusement in her tone. âAnd he asked us to tell you that he can wait.â
You close your eyes to keep them from rolling. âWhatever, he can stay as long as he likes, but Iâm not coming down to meet him.â You push the door a little wider and your maidâs eyes widen at the state of your room. âIâm sorry, I know youâre busy but can you help me clean up?â
The rest of the afternoon was spent tidying up your room.Â
It was dark out, a couple of minutes past seven when your phone buzzed. Knowing that itâs your girlfriends, you pick your bag, filled with the usual party necessities and head downstairs. Itâs a habit, assigning yourself as the responsible friend who stays sober to look after the others.
You are slipping in the pearl bracelet your grandmother got for you last Christmas when you hear your name being called and in instinct, you turn around.
âOh, right.â You say with a tone that is drier than the Sahara desert. âYouâre here.â
Rafeâs standing just outside your drawing room, his hands falling to his side.
âYeah.â He spoke awkwardly, his eyes glancing at your outfit, familiarity crossing them before he looked at your eyes again. âI was waiting for you.â
You exhale softly and he just stood there, waiting for your reaction.
âI know.â You say simply. âGotta go.â You start walking again to your door.
âWait, Y/N.â He easily catches up. âYouâreâŚyouâre coming to the party, right?â He asks hopefully.
âYes.â You respond without looking at him.
Rafe smiles but it quickly dissipates when he sees a different car waiting for you. âHold on, I can drive you there.â He says quickly, his hand gripping yours just to get you to listen to him. âI can drive you to the party.â He says in an uncharacteristically sheepish way.
For a second, you look at him, really look at him. His smile grows wide. He missed having your eyes on him. Youâre his best friend, and heâs used to doing everything with you by his side. He also liked how dependent you were on him too, always asking for his approval. You have a bit of an overbearing attitude but he would be lying if heâll say that he doesnât miss you doting on him too. Perhaps youâre not the only one whoâs dependent on this odd friendship you both have.
âNo, thank you.â You say before pulling your hand away with a sharp look thrown his way. He watches you walk away to greet your friends. Heâs still stuck there, staring, even after the car drives away.
He doesnât understand it.
Youâre the emotional one, why are you doing so well without him? You never go to parties with other people, it was always him that you stick close to. Clinging on him, pulling him to the dance floor when heâs about to do a line of coke, or accidentally knocking his cup when heâs had too much drinks.
Running a hand through his face, Rafe decides to hop on his car and follow you to the party. Youâll be in the same space as him in the next few hours. Heâll get another chance there. Heâs certain of it.
He didnât get the chance.
With you by his side all the time, you memorized his set of activities at parties and you evaded him perfectly. Rafe decided that it was best to stand by the punch table. Youâd get thirsty eventually, and heâll be there waiting if you do.
On the other side of the house, farthest from Rafe, there you sit by the porch swing, admiring the push and pull of the waves. The party was at its climax and everybody was cramped inside the house, dancing and drinking, or doing unholy activities. You donât know how you managed to slip away from your friends but youâre glad you did. You needed the fresh air.
Youâre just starting to get comfortable when a man stumbles out the door. You watch him struggle to keep himself up. He looked lost? Or just flat out drunk. You watch in amusement as he scratches his blonde head, he must be having a whiplash from all the blinding neon lights inside and suddenly his vision switches to the bright light provided by the LEDs.Â
His feet twist and he starts to fall to the side, your head tilting to follow his fall. You wince when you hear the loud thud of his body hitting the floor, followed by his muffled but loud groaning.
âMotherfu-â He sits on the floor, his legs sprawled out in front of him as he shakes his head like a dog.
âYou alright, JJ?â You chuckle.
He whips his head to you, cursing again when his vision spins. âY/N?â He drawls out while rubbing his eyes. âYou saw everything?â
Still laughing, you get up to crouch next to him. âI did.â You smile when he groans out again. âAre you okay?â
He props up a knee and rests an arm there, he looks buzzed, his eyes are heavily lidded as he stares off into the ocean.
âYeah, Iâm fine.â He glances at you. âWell, this is a strange sight.â
âWhat is?â You mumble as you look away from him, deciding to play dumb.
He shrugs animatedly, hands gesturing to you and the entire space of the porch. âUsually, wherever you are, your boyfriend is not that far behind.â He points a thumb behind him. âAnd if I wasnât imagining it, Iâm pretty sure I just saw him brooding over the drinks.â
You chuckle dryly as you bring your knees to your chest. âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
JJ looks at you with an unimpressed face. âThatâs all you heard.â
Playfully punching his shoulder, you sigh. âWe fought.â
He frowns, back straightening immediately. âHe didnât hurt you, did he?â Itâs kind of sweet how your words seemed to have sobered him really quick.
âNo! No, he didnât.â You reply right away. âWell, at least not physically.â
You watch him grimace. âOutside physical fights, I have little to no idea how to respond.â
âThatâs okay, JJ. I donât wanna talk about it, anyway.â
He gives you a boyish grin, as if to reassure you before scratching at his jaw, your eyes mindlessly follow his movements and you see a scratch.
âYouâre hurt.â You tell him, pointing at your own jaw.
âHuh?â He touches his jaw and winces. âOw! Mustâve scratched myself when IâŚuhm.â
âWhen you decided to attack the floor.â You finish for him and he clears his throat. âYouâll have to disinfect it.â
âPfft, itâs fine.â He shakes his head. âItâs just a scratch.â
But you are already grabbing your bag by the swing and you return with a small kit.
âI forgot to bring wipes.â You mumble before crouching down in front of him. He swallows at your close proximity. âCome on, JJ. Itâs just antibacterial cream.â
He hesitantly shows you his face and you gently apply the cream, tutting when he dramatically pulls away.
You grab his face and tilt it slightly and JJ squeezes his eyes.
âIt fucking stings.â He nearly whines, making you roll your eyes.
âDonât be a baby!â You huff and he stays still for a second, allowing you to smear the cream evenly and he rolls away from you as soon as youâre done.
JJ was muttering about God knows what while youâre busy putting your stuff away. When you sit next to him again, heâs much calmer, a lazy smile back on his face again.
âThanks, Y/N.â
You throw him a playful glare. âYouâre welcome.â
He touches the scratch and you almost tell him off but he quickly pulls his hand away.Â
âWhy didnât Cameron make you his girl?â
You blow out a big sigh. âHe doesnât like me.â
âBullshit.â He laughs but he clears his throat when you look at him unamused. âSorry.â
âItâs fine.â You smile at him genuinely before averting your eyes. âI wouldnât blame him. I mean, you saw how I can be.â You chuckle this time but thereâs no humor on JJâs face, heâs looking at you rather sadly. âI care too much and everybody suffocates around me.â
âI donât.â He says quickly. âI was just being dramatic earlier.â He rubs his nape. âIâm not used to having people tend to me, I mostly just do it myself.â He seeks your eyes and you finally look at him.Â
You hear a creak behind you but before you can look, JJ cups your face to keep you from breaking your eye contact, making your breath hitch.
âI liked being taken care of like that.â He whispers and your lips part slightly.
âJJ.â You say breathlessly and he grins, his face leaning dangerously close to you. âYouâre drunk.â
He gently bites his bottom lip and you have to look away from his blatant flirting. âIâm sober enough to kiss, I promise.â
ThisâŚthis isnât right. Â
You gently push him away and his lips immediately form a pout. âYouâre such a kid, JJ.â
He clicks his tongue and angrily stoops as he glares at the ocean. âYou had no idea how long it took me to build the courage to do that.â
âFive minutes?â You jokingly bump his shoulders, making his act break at the edges, a smile threatening to crack on his lips. âSeriously, J, I canât kiss drunk guys. Itâs unethical.â
He mimics you in a childish voice and buries his face on his palms harshly. He turns to you again, with his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead and red blotches appearing on some areas of his face. âIâm not as drunk as you think I am.â The way he glances at your lips had your throat drying up. âI really wanted to kiss you.â Aside from Rafe, you have little to no experience with the male attention and frankly, you donât know what to do.
You place a hand on his shoulder and stiffly pat it twice. âYouâll get over it.â
JJ looks at you exasperatedly. âYouâre taking this too lightly, this is my feelings we are talking about.â
You stifle a laughter. âOh, so you have feelings for me.â You raise a brow at him and he nods his head enthusiastically.
âEvery guy on this island has a thing for you.â He says animatedly. âIf it wasnât for your bodyguard, we would have made our move long ago.â
You are deeply flattered, you canât resist the girlish smile from tugging on your lips, your cheeks slowly heating up.
âYouâre just saying that to make me feel better.â
He looks deeply offended and places a hand on his chest.
âYouâre the ultimate dream girl, stupid!â He dodges a punch from you. âYouâre like the total package. Youâre sweet, and smart, youâre also very pretty, you can be funny too when you let loose.â He wiggles his eyebrows at you and this pulls a laughter from you, a real, genuine laughter that had your shoulders shaking.
âWhen are you gonna get serious, J?â Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you get up. âWait here, Iâll get us a drink.â
He gives you a two finger salute before lying smack down on the floor, with his arms spread out. You shake your head, chuckling when you open the door.
And your hair stands on end.
There stood the very person you have been avoiding the entire night.
But for once, he isnât wearing a scowl or a condescending cocky smile.
He was looking at you like a man defeated and broken.
âRafe.â You whisper as you reach for him but you stop yourself before your skin can touch. He looks at your hand and then your eyes. You donât know if itâs the trick of light but you could have sworn his eyes are glassy.
âHey, Y/N, everything alright?â JJ calls.
Rafe glances at JJ and then back at you, he nods slowly as he takes a step back. Your heart aches as you watch him take another step away from you but you will yourself not to follow. He runs a hand on his mouth and he turns away from you.
You stare at his back as he leaves, torn between choosing your own pride or running after him. For what seemed like hours, you stood there, frozen. Still lost in the onslaught of emotions that surged through you.
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maria, i have an ideaaa!!
bimbo!assistant!reader goes on a date with a really shitty guy. and she sneaks away to the back door and calls hotch in the alley to come and save her (itâs also raining). sheâs all wet and her makeupâs all ruined when hotch comes.
he then takes her back to his place and takes care of her⌠and⌠mushy soft fluffiness happens⌠and maybe feelings are confessed⌠and maybe a kiss or 2 happensâŚđĽ°đ
TALK ABOUT A BAD DATE - A.H
a/n: genius, genius, you are an absolute genius!!!!!!!!!!! this was probably my fav bimbo!reader fic to write <3 thank you sm for requesting
masterlist
pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader
warnings: um the rain takes out reader's shirt, so she does kinda flash him for a hot sec, hotch also blatantly checks out her ass, cuties being sickeningly cute, cuties kiss in 4k
wc: 2k
A perfect, flawless, stunning, never-been-done before outfit wasted on a loser of a guy. Your makeup had taken an hour alone, your hairâwell, you didn't even want to think about it because you were certain you were starting to break out in hives.
You steadied yourself against the brick wall, the uneven asphalt beneath your heels threatening to take you down as you fished your phone from the depths of your purse.
You dialed the first number you could think of--Hotch's. His was also the only one you had memorized. The battery icon flashed a warning of five percent as you hunched beneath the alleyway's awning, trying to shield yourself from the rain. You desperately hoped he'd pick up.
There was frankly no plan B if he didn't. Go back inside and ask you so-called date for a ride? That was not an option. The moment he pulled up in one of those big trucks, with its deafening music and roaring engine, you regretted not driving yourself. After all, you were well aware what men were compensating for with a big truck.
"Hotchner."
His voice was gruff, the sound slightly distorted by the speaker. You imagined he had just walked through his door, despite the time being eight o'clock on a Friday night. He was presumably preparing to pour his routine glass of scotch.
"Sir, it's me," you said, attempting to ignore the relentless raindrops assaulting your makeup--a battle they seemed intent on winning. Clearly, the concept of setting spray was foreign to them. "Can I ask you for a favor? If you say yes, I pinky promise I'll stop rearranging your desk. I know you have a system, but it just looks so bland sometimes."
"I'm going to overlook that desk comment," he stated, his sigh audible through the phone. You could picture the pensive frown that came with it. "What do you need?"
You drew your lips into a tight line, looking down to watch the rain mock the effort you had put into your outfit.
"Can you come pick me up? Pretty please with sugar on top?"
"Pick you up? From where? Are you okay?"
You shivered slightly, your free hand instinctively rubbing warmth into your arm. You should've brought a jacket. The thought of sharing this evening's failings with your boss did not sound appealing, so you avoided most of his questions.
"I'll text you the location, okay?"
"Okay, yes, I'll be there. Just stay put."
You thanked him and followed that by a double promise to stay put (he didn't believe you the first time). You also told him you'd wait inside, which was less than truthful. The thought of getting drenched was far more attractive than the prospect of bumping in that women-hating boy again.
You didn't have to wait long, thankfully, spotting Hotch's car turn into the alley, the headlights flaring up like spotlights against your face. You used a manicured hand to shield your eyes, narrowing them against the glare. The distinct sound of a door opening and closing signaled his arrival, and soon, Hotch was striding towards you.
"Christ, get in the car," Hotch insisted, more a command than a suggestion.
He was by your side in an instant, his arm on yours as he opened your door and helped you in. Then, unexpectedly, he reached over you to fasten the seatbelt. You giggled, his hand pausing just above your thigh.
"What?"
The rain gently streamed over his perfect skin, his hair now saturated and plastered to his brow, his blue dress shirt bearing the brunt of the downpour.
"You don't trust me to buckle my own seatbelt?"
"I don't trust you with a lot of things." Completely false. "For instance, your choice of men." Completely true.
He clicked the seatbelt into place and swung the door shut, cutting off any chance of a response, then moved around the car to the driver's side.
You can't help but pout, even as your eyes traced the line of his jaw. "How'd you know?"
Any trace of annoyance vanished as quickly as it came as he placed a hand behind you, giving you an even better view of his profile while he reversed the car. Your focus shifted to the ripple of muscles under his shirt.
"I'm trained to know when someone is in distress and you practically spelled it out. The restaurant, the clothes..." His voice tapered off, disguising his pause with a cough while his gaze flickered over your outfit, his cheeks tinged with a fleck of red. "I've got a spare sweatshirt in the back if you need it."
You traced his line of sight to your chest. Emitting a small squeak, you quickly shielded yourself with your arms, realizing that your white top had become completely see through.
"Totally not embarassing," you say, pursing your lips as you unbuckle your seatbelt.
"It's fine," Hotch insists, but you don't miss how his eyes are now careful not to drift from the road. "Put your seatbelt back on."
"I can't reach the sweatshirt."
You shift to face the back, knees planted on your seat as you lean over to grab just the thing you were looking for. In the rearview mirror you catch the brief moment his eyes do stray, discreetly (or so he thought) sweeping over your ass.
A self-satisfied smile crept across you face as you slid back into your seat, slipping on the sweatshirt. It smelled like himâan intoxicating blend of aged leather and pine. You liked it. A lot.
"So do you wanna talk about it?"
You really didn't. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your lip gloss. Flipping down the passenger mirror, you froze, confronting your reflection.
"Hotch, didn't you think to mention my face is all... smudgy?"
Your mascara (and setting spray) had betrayed you, leaving dark trails down your cheeks and a slightly unhinged look.
"Your face is perfect," Hotch remarks dryly, like he was tired of you, he undoubtedly was. You were a handful after all. "Why are you avoiding my question?"
You let out a delighted gasp.
"Did you just say my face is perfect?" Leaning over the console, you tap his nose with your finger. "You're just the sweetest."
The look Hotch gives you is flat, expectant as if he knows just what you were trying to do.
"Okay, okay, fine, it was just a terrible date. Like, Hotch, I'm talking disaster-level bad. He made fun of my job, ate like a toddler, and his truck? He wouldn't shut up about it." Your hands are now shuffling through the contents of your purse in a panic. "And now, I can't find my keys."
"Your house keys?"
A breath of frustration flows from you, fingers pulling through your hair as you nod. "Dang it."
You felt a slight unraveling in your usual poise, and the panicking that came with it. Hotch's hand landed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing across your collarbone.
"Hey, it's fine. It's late, and you're upset. You can stay at my place tonight, I'll crash on the couch, and we'll find your keys in the morning."
He made everything seem so simple.
"I'm not upset," you insist, lips pursing as you angle your body just enough to feel his touch more fully.
His hands felt right on you.
He chuckled quietly, his thumb tracing a path from your shoulder to brush away the solitary tear beneath your eye that you hadn't noticed before.
"Must be a raindrop," you shrug. Hotch's soft laugh tells you he doesn't quite buy it. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying over?"
"I'm certain."
"Okay."
"So why did your date make fun of your job?"
"Because," you start, your fingertip lazily sketching doodles on the misted car window, "when I was telling him about being an assistant and working for you, he implied that the only reason you hired me was so you had something pretty to look at."
"Well, he's not entirely wrong."
You let out a surprised giggle. "Hotch!"
You reach over the console, pinching his arm which he just laughed off, pulling into what you assumed was his driveway. You had never been to his house. It was nice. Really nice, the kind you'd find in moviesânot imposing, but inviting, with its brick walls and stout brown pillars framing the porch.
You were even more surprised when you entered the house. The image you had of Hotch's house one of meticulous order, a place where you could hear the tick of a clock from rooms away. But this... this was a home. There were throw blankets casually draped over the couch, books overflowing, armchairs worn in just the right places.
You lean down, intent on stripping off the torturous heels, but a wobble has you teetering. Hotch is quick to step in.
"Here," he offers, lifting each foot in turn to his knee, skillfully undoing the straps and easing them off you.
Standing flat-footed, you suddenly feel much shorter, and you wonder if Hotch has ever seen you without them.
You look up at him, smiling cheekily. "My very own prince charming."
He ignored you and moved through the living room. "Do you want a pair of sweatpants?"
"Sharing clothes now, are we? I bet there's a clause against this in the employee handbook."
Hotch raises an eyebrow, "I don't think I need to remind you of the numerous times I've overlooked your creative interpretations of the handbook rules."
"So you're admitting to showing me favoritism?"
You plucked the sweatpants from his hands, not giving him an option to respond as you shuttled yourself into his bathroom. You changed quickly, trading your sopping wet clothes for Hotch's dry, warm ones.
You reentered the living room to find Hotch reclining on the couch with an ease that was new to your eyes. He, too, had slipped into something more comfortableâsweats and a form fitting grey long sleeve that threatened to distract you completely.
You dropped your purse onto the coffee table and settled next to him, maybe a little closer than you should have.
He let out a sound that was more a breath than a laugh, a sound that all the same made your heart flutter unexpectedly. "You've still got some, uh, makeup under your eyes."
He reached up to wipe it away with his thumb.
"It won't come off that way," you said, grabbing his wrist with a soft smile. "I have makeup wipes in my purse."
But he didn't hand you your bag like you would've thought, instead he dug through it, pulling out the wipes and starting to dab at your face. The softness of his touch felt disarmingly intimate, so gentle it coaxed your eyes to flutter more slowly, eyelids becoming more heavy.
Your head tilted downward and Hotch used his free hand to tilt it back up. "Stay still, or I'm going to poke your eye out."
"You're making me sleepy," you murmur, your voice a soft, drowsy hum, but then he moved the wipe to your lips and suddenly you were anything but.
He was even more gentle with your lips, if that was possible, wiping away the gloss like you were made of glass.
Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself gazing into his warm, brown-sugared eyes, your heart thundering in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. How did you get so close? You weren't sure, but he was there, noses almost touching.
He pulled away the wipe, using his thumb to clean up left over gloss though you were sure there wasn't any. His hand paused there, resting on your lower lip like it was meant to be there. You felt every fiber of your being stand on high alert. You wondered what he was thinking.
Did he want to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him?
"Are you going to kiss me?" You asked, half-hopeful, half-daring, giving a microphone to your inner monologue.
He took a moment, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes then back down again. "Yes."
It was certain. Like there was no doubt about it, but he didn't move.
"Okay, I'm ready," you breathed out, pulse roaring in your ears.
Hotch's laughter was a low and warm sound. You had heard it a lot tonight.
"You kill me," he said, and it wasn't patronizingâit was affectionate and genuine, and it made your whole body turn to mush.
Then his lips were on yours, and you were both laughing, the sound muffled by lips. It was tentative at first but it quickly morphed into something sweet and soft and perfect.
"Aren't you glad my date went terribly?" you mumbled into his soft skin.
"Devastatingly glad."
One thing was clearâHotch was not going to end up sleeping on the couch tonight.
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