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bucksangel · 8 months

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milk and honey

pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)

word count: 7.9k

Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”

or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.

Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+

a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne

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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.

Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.

A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.

“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.

“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”

The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”

Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”

She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”

Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.

He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.

Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.

The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words.

And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.

“S-Sir?”

“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”

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“My name is Steve.”

Steve.

This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.

It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.

“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.

“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”

Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.

“Whatever you think is best.”

And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”

The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.

“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”

You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.

His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,

“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”

“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.

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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.

“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.

“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.

“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”

“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”

“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. “But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”

Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.

“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”

For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.

“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”

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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.

Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.

And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.

You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.

Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.

“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.

You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.

“How can I help you?”

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“How can I help you?”

Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.

Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.

“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.

“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.

“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.

“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.

“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”

“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”

“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.

“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”

Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”

Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.

And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”

“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.

“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.

“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.

“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”

You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.

“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”

“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.

Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.

But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.

Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.

“You get everything?”

Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.

“How did it go?”

Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.

“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.

“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.

“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”

Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.

He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.

“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.

“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.

“I promise.”

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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.

Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.

And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.

Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.

And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.

You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?

The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.

Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.

And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”

Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.

Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”

You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”

You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.

“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.

“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.

“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”

Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.

“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”

You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”

“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”

You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?

“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.

“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.

“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”

“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.

Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.

But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.

Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.

He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.

His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.

Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.

And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.

“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.

“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.

“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?

At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.

“Okay, darling.”

Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.

It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.

It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.

It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.

“Alpha!”

Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.

“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”

Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.

“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”

“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”

Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”

Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.

But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.

It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.

But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.

“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”

Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.

What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -

“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”

“But-”

“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”

Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”

Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.

“I love you, Alpha.”

Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”

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“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”

Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.

“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”

Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”

Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.

“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”

Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.

Oh God, how am I going to survive today?

Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.

“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.

There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.

There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.

It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.

“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.

“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”

It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.

You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”

“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.

That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.

The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.

Fuck.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.

“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”

Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.

Still, it’s going well.

It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.

But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.

But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.

Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?

It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.

“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.

But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.

“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”

“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.

“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.

“I-It… It is?”

They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.

“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”

By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.

But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.

“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?

“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.

“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.

“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.

“To being wanted this much, I guess.”

You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.

“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”

Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.

But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.

“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”

Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.

“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”

You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

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lelengerine · 10 months

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flustered by you

pairing | streamer!haechan x streamer!reader

synopsis | your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

genre | established relationship, fluff, nicknames are used for reader (baby, love, lovie)

wc | 0.5k

notes | the istj teaser photos will be my final straw fr,, like have you SEEN them??? anw, here’s another one for all you streamer/gamer hyuck enthusiasts out there :> lmk your thoughts on this hehe likes are rbs are always appreciated!

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"baby, did you take the switch by chance? i was going to play a game with jeno downstairs-" haechan’s fluffy locks peek out from your room’s door frame, his voice in a slight hurry to return to his friend.

"hm?" you hum from your desk, your mind currently preoccupied with placing blocks down in your minecraft world. "one second."

you were trying to finish a minecraft building before the stream you had planned for later in the afternoon so you could show chat some progress of the village layout you have in mind from behind the scenes.

the foundations of an elegant, overgrown church had already been placed — a little more work put into it and the vision you had for the building would finally take shape.

"um, i think i used it the other day. let me look for it." you pull off the earphones that rest snugly on your head, setting them down gently on your desk before getting up to find the game console.

"take your time, love. i’ll just take a lookie at what you’re making." he happily makes himself at home on your gaming chair, pretending to thoroughly inspect your work. "hey! this is pretty cute."

"mhm! it’s where we’re getting married!" you beam excitedly whilst searching your drawers, not realizing what you said until the words had already been uttered out. "uh i mean, if you wanted to get married- in game of course! not in real life that’d be silly-"

your cheeks were burning hot from the embarrassment of slipping your words out before thinking, quickening your movement even further to find the switch your boyfriend had originally came for, a small moment of eureka hitting you when you do.

"anyways! i found the switch." you laugh with an awkward tension engulfing it, "you should get back to jeno now, i think he’s been waiting for a while-"

"let’s get married." haechan abruptly states, his eyes still glued to the pearly-looking church you made. "in game of course." he adds in a snicker, teasing you with your own words from earlier.

"quit it, lee." you whine, handing him the switch with a sulky frown growing on your lips. "not funny. didn't giggle."

he gratefully takes the device from your hands, wordlessly standing up to press a kiss onto your lips in hopes of wiping that frown away.

"you can’t sway me with kisses!" you argue, failing to hide the smile that makes you feel like a fool completely in love. well, technically you are one after randomly blurting out the idea of marriage to your boyfriend because of a video game.

"uhuh, sure i can’t." he laughs, ruffling your hair as he utters a ‘thank you’ for your help, now on his way to exit your room.

"oh, by the way, i’d really marry you any day, lovie!" he speedily announces before closing your door behind him, leaving you in a speechless, dumbfounded trance that has you giggling; the smile on your lips only getting amplified by how rosy your cheeks have become.

"gosh, i can’t believe him." you mumble, sending a light slap to your cheek in hopes it’d suppress the smile on your face since you still had that build project in line for the day. still, there’s a new-found determination that runs through your veins. you’re definitely getting married – at least in minecraft – no matter what.

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lainiespicewrites · 7 months

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now.

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond.

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide.

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek.

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly.

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him.

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone.

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now.

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile.

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for.

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine.

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head.

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked.

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,”

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!”

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed.

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much!

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door.

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office.

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled.

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities.

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed.

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me.

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office.

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card.

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)” I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early.

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence.

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me.

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased.

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked.

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly.

“It might be.” I said shyly.

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked.

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers.

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully.

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head.

“Good luch coach.”

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game.

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.”

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly.

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer.

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest.

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy, you’re such a tease baby,” he growled.

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked.

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked.

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door.

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck.

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew they’d be off. I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag?

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety.

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid.

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled.

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me.

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased. He chuckled

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin.

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded.

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed.

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake.

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip.

“You like it or you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Hold still sugar, you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked.

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered.

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked.

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck.

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled.

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins. “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh.

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball.

“That was a good try,” He snickered.

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around.

“You hit em that time!” I laughed.

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter.

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet.

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly. He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted.

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me.

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home. The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed.

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head.

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was so excited for him to get us home.

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside.

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath.

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder.

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass.

“You asked for this sugar!” He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse.

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it.

“Yes Sir!” I choked out.

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.” I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me.

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest.

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder.

“Say it,” he growled in my ear.

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax.

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much.

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me.

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me.

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was.

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath.

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed.

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The Homo-Bomb - Conclusion

(Though this is a wrap-up to the series, I may go back and add more parts to it that are set before this in the future!)

(Make sure to read the ➡️ Prologue ⬅️ first and the other interviews linked with it!)

Wavell hovered quietly over the town of Bellmare, eyes closed and arms crossed as if he were meditating. Over the last couple days he’d interviewed hundreds of people that’d been caught in the magic of his Homo-Bomb in an effort to examine its effectiveness and more notably the anomalies that came with it. By now he already had a good theory as to what had made these anomalies to occur in the first place but he was waiting for his partner to return so they could compare notes in case he’d stumbled across anything interesting that Wavell himself hadn’t.

“Hey! Babe!” Shouted a familiar voice not far in the distance.

Wavell opened his eyes and looked down at the town below to see none other than his boyfriend flying up towards him with a grin. He unfolded his arms and smiled seeing Dane soar through the sky. After a few lessons he’d really taken to flight like a fish to water. The hunk twirled and looped through the air whilst laughing and cheering like a kid on a rollercoaster.

Eventually Dane flew over to his handsome older boyfriend with a stilly cheery look upon his face. “Wow. I don’t think I’m ever going to get over this. Flying is so much fun!” He claimed

The silver haired warlock cocked an eyebrow. “Is that why you didn’t teleport here?”

“Well uhm… no not exactly.” Dane chuckled nervously with a slight blush. “Come onnn Chris. Teleporting is so difficult but flying is so easy and fun.” He explained, referring to Wavell with his current body’s name. “I don’t know how you do it so easily. Every time I try I just end up somewhere random that I don’t wanna be. I try to go to Germany and I end up in Japan. I try to go to Russia and I end up in France. I try to go to Spain and I end up in Egypt!” He complained, thinking back over all his failed teleportation attempts. “I’m afraid if I try it again I’ll end up on the Moon or worse!”

“You’re not gonna teleport yourself to the Moon or Mars or anywhere else other than Earth.” Wavell reassured before teleporting behind Dane and putting a hand on his shoulder. “The magic you hold isn’t strong enough yet to carry you off planet.” He added, making the comment sound somewhat backhanded. “All it takes is practice. Keep trying and eventually you’ll get it right. You used to be a teacher didn’t you? I’d have thought you’d know that much.”

Dane pouted. “Well Magic and Math aren’t exactly the same thing you know. You’re used to it. You’ve had magic your whole life. It’s basically instinct for you. I’m just borrowing magic from you…”

“Not as much as you think.” Wavell muttered as one of his hands moved around Dane’s torso to squeeze one of his thick pecs.

Dane glanced over his shoulder, looking at Wavell quizzically. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

The warlock simply hummed in an amused manner before kissing his boyfriend’s neck. “Don’t worry about it. For now let’s focus on this Homo-Bomb stuff.” He floated around to face Dane directly. “I trust you have plenty of notes to compare against mine from the people you’ve seen?”

Right away the hunk’s face lit up once more. “Ohhhh yeah! Tons!”

“Well let’s head home to compare shall we?” Wavell gave that trademark smirk of his before flicking his wrist and teleporting them both away in a spire of purple smoke.

———

Back at the mansion, Wavell sat behind the desk in his study as Dane pulled up another chair so he could sit across from his boyfriend.

“So let’s see it then. Whatcha got for me?” Wavell asked.

Dane smirked as he reached inside his jacket to pull out a tablet that’d been strapped in tight so it didn’t fall out whilst he was flying. “I wrote down all my notes from the interviews on here. Got some pretty interesting ones too!” He put it down and slid it across the table towards the suited man. “And what about you? Find anything weird?”

Without a word Wavell held out his hand and in a small puff of smoke, a notepad appeared in his grasp. “Quite a few things, yes. I have it all written down here.” He did the same as Dane, placing the notepad on the table before sliding it across.

“Just a regular old notepad?” Dane chuckled. “You could probably catalogue stuff better on a tablet you know.”

Wavell shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an old soul. Can’t go wrong with a trusty pen and paper.” He argued though Dane couldn’t help but feel it was partially the influence of Wavell’s middle aged silver fox body. “Right. Let’s get to it shall we? I’ll read over your notes, you read over mine. When we’re done we’ll compare and compile everything we found out.” Wavell then reached across the desk to grab his glasses before slipping them on. He didn’t actually need them but it was a force of habit, another influence from Chris’ body.

The pair took their time to scan through each other's notes. Wavell scrolled through Dane’s tablet, seeing how he’d categorised his studies into standard homo-bomb cases where the expected changes were made and unusual cases where the homo-bomb had different or additional effects. Meanwhile Dane flipped through Wavell’s notepad to see that he’d colour coded it. His regular cases had blue stars next to them, the cases where additional effects took place had purple stars while the cases where something completely unexpected happened had red stars. It was simple but easy to follow.

Once they’d both had time to read through the other’s findings and discuss them a little, they decided to compare. It seemed that despite the various anomalies, the majority of cases had the intended results. Straight men in the town being targeted by the homo-bomb and being turned gay. This accounted for just under 80% of the results which on its own sounds like a lot but considering the sheer amount of people that were affected, that still left well over a hundred anomalies, big or small.

The anomalies spanned from a multitude of different things. To begin there were anomalies that were only minor changes that both Wavell and Dane encountered. These would usually be straight men that had been turned gay as per the homo-bombs initial intention however they might also show a change in their physical or mental attributes. A very common physical change that was noted was how many men experienced slight to extreme penis growth. Some even going from what would be considered below average to extremely hung. Others also experienced things like beard or body hair growth that they’d previously not been capable of, increases in height, changes to their facial structure, larger hands and/or feet and more. In terms of mental changes the most common was increasing confidence to varying degrees but things like general intelligence and improved motivation were also frequently noted.

There were also cases that took these to a more extreme degree by perhaps experiencing multiple physical changes or ones that were more pronounced. For example there were a large handful of men that experienced things such as significant muscle growth alongside increased height and body hair all at once. Changes that were so intense that they looked like completely different people afterwards. In this vein there were also a small group of people that changed race. Three white men and one asian man became black, one white man became asian, two black men and one asian man became white and lastly one other white man became latino.

Then there were the weirder cases. Ones where the homo-bomb went completely against what it was planned to do. Deviating so much that you’d think these people had an entirely different spell cast upon them. Some of these cases included a few straight women being affected, a demographic the homo-bomb was never programmed to affect. However instead of flipping their sexualities, it flipped their genders instead and transformed them into men. Cocks, beards, muscles and sharp features replacing their formerly feminine bodies.

Adding to the strange cases, there were also two instances where men’s bodies had transformed in a way to look identical to another man in their lives. Becoming their twin in a sense. In one of these cases the man who transformed to become a twin of someone else was already a gay man so, like the straight women, the homo-bomb shouldn’t have even targeted him to begin with. And yet it did.

This seemed to happen a few times with men that were already gay. The homo-bomb should’ve left them alone but instead it decided to latch onto them and make changes. In most cases these were simple physical changes once again like changes to their size and muscle mass as well as their features and more. However there were two men in particular, one encountered by Wavell and the other by Dane, who had originally been gay and the homo-bomb had flipped their sexualities to make them straight instead. Quite literally doing the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do.

Wavell used a little magic to print Dane’s digital notes into physical form on paper while also deconstructing his notepad to pull apart the pages so that they almost looked like large post it notes. With that he compiled all of their notes neatly on the desk before them in organised sectors before ushering Dane to come round to his side of the desk,

“Alright so on this side we have the successful cases.” Wavell pointed towards the right side of his desk where the majority of his and Dane’s notes were stacked neatly in a couple of piles. “All straight men that were simply turned gay by the homo-bomb as planned.”

He then nodded towards the middle of the desk. “Here are all the semi-successful cases. Straight men that were turned gay but also experienced other changes along with it.”

Finally Wavell gestured towards the left side of the desk were only a handful of notes from each of them sat. “And other that side are the unsuccessful cases where the homo-bomb affected people in completely unprecedented and unintentional ways.”

The warlock leaned back in his comfortable leather chair before glancing over his shoulder at Dane. “So what do you think? What caused all of these anomalies?” he asked. “I’ve already got a pretty good idea as to how and why this happened but I want to hear what you think.”

Dane took a step towards the desk and glanced over the notes again. “Well… my first thought was that your homo-bomb wasn’t ready right? You said yourself that it was a prototype, didn't you? Maybe it just has some kinks to work out? Or, kinks to work in perhaps.” He sniggered. After all it wasn’t as if these anomalies weren’t incredibly exciting to see and explore. “Though I can’t think as to what in particular would cause such a wide variety of deviations. I mean the same spell that was meant to turn straight men gay also turned some women into men! Why would it do that?” Dane scratched his chin in thought, trying to think of a possible link between some of these vastly different changes.

“You know I thought the same thing at first. That is until I noticed a certain trend between each and every one of these deviations.” Wavell twiddled with the pencil in his hand before slipping it on his ear. “I’m surprised you haven’t seen it yourself.”

“A trend? But I don’t…”

Wavell tapped two different cases on the table. One being the case of a man that’d not only become gay but also changed races going from being a white man to being black while the other case was that of an already gay twink who grew into a huge muscle daddy with a newfound desire for dominance. “What do these two cases have in common? I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the transformation itself.”

Dane looked down perplexed. Besides both being caused by the homo-bomb, what other things did these cases have in common? Other than them both being men before the homo-bomb struck, he couldn’t think of much. “I don’t get it. What am I not seeing right now?”

“Re-read the notes. Look over the parts where the subjects describe their feelings towards their transformations.” Wavell took the two cases and handed them to Dane.

Now with the cases in hand, Dane did as Wavell suggested and scanned through the notes yet again. This time focusing on the feelings of the subjects. The white guy who’d become black. When describing his physical transformation stated how he’d never felt truly comfortable as himself before and had always desired to be like the black men he surrounded himself with. The gay twink who became a hairy daddy. He mentioned that he always had a deep sexual desire towards hairy daddies just like the one he’d become. That was it. It had to be! “It’s their desire! The anomalies caused by the homo-bomb were actually its magic granting the deep desires of those wrapped in its magic!”

The warlock nodded. “My thoughts exactly.” He gestured towards the array of cases that weren’t fully successful. “You can point to any one of these cases and the subjects being interviewed all hint towards the same thing. That whatever find of transformation they went through was something they’d desired. The women that switched genders wanted to be men. The men who grew beards and body hair always wanted to be hairier. The men who grew bigger cocks always wished to have bigger packages. It all leads back to desire.”

“Yeah I see it now! That has to be the connection between them.” Dane placed the two cases back with others. “But that said, do we really know why your homo-bomb started doing this? Granting desires instead of just doing what it was supposed to do?”

Wavell placed his elbows on the desk before interlocking his finger and resting his bearded chin upon them. “You already said it yourself. The homo-bomb just likely wasn’t ready yet. There’s probably some kinks I need to work out to tighten the spell some more.”

Of course that was one reason. But Dane knew Wavell. That couldn’t have been the only reason right? Even if the homo-bomb was a prototype, his boyfriend was far too clever for it to only have an 80% success rate. There was something more and Dane already had an idea as to what it was. He’d noticed it on the night Wavell enacted the spell.

“You know I could be wrong but… on the night you launched the homo-bomb, you were still Kyle Wavell.” Dane began, capturing the warlock’s attention. “You admitted yourself that when you’re in the form your magic can get a little sloppy at times. And you did seem a little… how do I put this? Trigger happy when you launched that spell.”

Wavell was silent for a moment before answering. “I wasn’t sloppy.” There was a small twinge of annoyance in his voice. “Not with a spell like that. Even as Kyle I made sure to perform it exactly as I’d planned.”

Dane placed his hands on Wavell's shoulders, rubbing them gently. “Well maybe it was something else then? All I’m saying is that I don’t think the spell not being perfect was the only problem. After all, lots of unsuccessful subjects weren’t even supposed to be targeted in the first place and yet they were even if they were outliers.” He reasoned. “Why would the homo-bomb do its job correctly for the most part but then deviate in some rare cases to the extent that it did? Sure some straight guys growing a few extra pounds of muscle after being turned gay is one thing but women being targeted and turned into men as well as already gay men being targeted specifically to do a physical transformation? Why would your magic do that?”

The silver fox sighed as he leaned back into the admittedly very nice massage Dane was giving him. “Well it wasn’t me being careless but… I think you might be right in terms of it being something to do with my other self.” He glanced down at his hands, currently still in the form of Chris Wavell of course. “When I’m like this I feel calm and composed so it stands to reason that my magic acts the same.” He then thought to his other self. Kyle Wavell. The version of Wavell when he takes on the form of the young hunky meathead he also absorbed. “But when I’m Kyle I’m… more erratic. The cockiness that comes with that body makes me brash and even chaotic at times.” He smiled as he closed his eyes. “That’s why I love it so much. It’s the perfect way to balance out this form.”

“Chaotic…” Dane lingered on that word. That’s when it hit him. “Wait. You said that when you’re like this, when you’re Chris, your magic is just as calm as you are right? So what if the same applies to Kyle! What if your magic becomes just as chaotic as you do when you’re Kyle!”

Wavell blinked. “Hm. You could be right.” He mumbled.

“I’ve gotta be! Your magic wasn’t just transforming people you’d targeted beyond their sexualities but it was also randomly latching onto people that it shouldn’t have to cause even more unnecessary changes. To cause more chaos! It makes sense!” Dane was grinning ear to ear after having such an epiphany.

The warlock looked down at his hands. “I’ve never known my magic to deviate like this when I’m in that form but then again I’ve never performed a spell like that on such a mass scale before either. I suppose it stands to reason that when unleashed in such a high volume and left to its own devices, my magic could act in a more chaotic manner in accordance with my personality when casting it.” It wasn’t something Wavell had ever considered but he had to admit Dane could most certainly be right. If anything it seemed like the most logical explanation. It was almost a little embarrassing that he hadn’t thought of it himself.

Wavell took off his glasses before getting up from his chair. “It’s certainly a compelling theory. Though of course it’s still just a theory. I’ll have to do some more testing myself to see if there’s any merit to what you’re saying.” He explained. “That said, I think you’re right. Even as a prototype there’s no way I could’ve cast that homo-bomb so poorly as to create that many deviations. It’s simply not a possibility.” Wavell claimed, thinking very highly of himself as usual. “Regardless, these anomalies did make for a very interesting experiment don’t you think?”

“For sure! I had a ton of fun seeing all the weird and wacky things your crazy magic did to people.” Dane beamed. “I’m just jealous you got to interview that one guy who was a merge of two people! That sounds just amazing! A small nerdy guy and a big jock fusing to become one huge hunk? I can’t even begin to imagine how hot that would’ve been to see.”

Wavell laughed. “We’ll have to go visit him sometime. I’ll get him to show you the video recording he has of the night it happened. I have no doubt you’ll be wanting a copy of it to watch in your spare time.”

“If it’s as hot as you described it in your notes then absolutely.”

Having reviewed all of their cases in the little experiment, Wavell waved a hand over the table causing the notes to start flying around before all stacking themselves neatly on the side of his desk. “I’ll find a place for them later. Right now though how’s about you and I blow off some steam? A little celebration for a job well d-.” The warlock hardly had a chance to finish before he was cut off by a pair of lips smashing against his own

“Mmmm sorry. You’re just so gorgeous I couldn’t help myself.” Dane swooned as he reached around and groped Wavell’s perky ass. “I know you usually like to top or switch but after practically solving the reason behind the deviations, don't you think I deserve a little reward? Like maybe… you being a total bottom for the next couple hours as I destroy that perfect bubble ass of yours?” Dane smirked a little, showing a more confident and dominant side to himself that didn’t come out all too often as he gave Wavell’s ass a quick smack through his tight suit pants.

Wavell, amused by this, couldn’t help agreeing. “Fine. I suppose you do deserve a little something. I probably wouldn’t have come to that conclusion without you so…” He leaned in and gave Dane another quick kiss before whispering. “For the next few hours my ass belongs to you.”

With that Dane didn’t waste any time in reaching around Wavell’s body and quite literally sweeping him off his feet, getting quite the chuckle out of the older man. Dane then proceeded to carry Wavell out of the study and towards the bedroom where he was going to have his way with the warlock. Smirking down at his handsome boyfriend knowing damn well he wasn’t going to stop punishing Wavell’s cocky ass until he’d been filled to the brim with cum. It wasn’t often he could convince Wavell to be a complete bottom so he was definitely going to make the most out of it.

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Five

The thing is I absolutely love the album that comes out of this mess. Like I know a lot of people do not like Let It Be, but so many of my favorite songs are on it. One of them being “I Me Mine.” The walz element is haunting, and I can read the lyrics as anti-capitalist even though George himself mostly wasn’t.

Laughing my head off at two boys from one of the best grammar schools in England, who have at this point made millions off of their writing, genuinely not knowing whether it should be “more freer” or “more freely”

The difference in how George shows Paul his new song vs John is striking. For Paul, he’s relaxed, nonchalant. For John, he stands up and performs it. And I think both are a defense mechanism, poor baby, because clearly, although Paul was very supportive of the song while they were alone, when John is roasting it, Paul just laughs along and George has to go “I don’t give a fuck whether you like it.”

Ah, the famous “up-against-a-wall” conversation. Paul comes in all dominant and sure. “Haven’t you written anything else? Haven’t you?” But then John touches him, and makes him laugh, and Paul’s a melted, goo-goo-eyes mess. This is the real reason why John got to be the leader isn’t it? Because Paul was too damn soft on him to ever follow through with his bossiness.

Their scouse sounds BEAUTIFUL compared to the stupid ugly RP and MLH’s transatlantic shit.

“And now John’d like to say a few words on the subject.” John starts singing, Paul strums along and joins in on the “chorus.” They can’t communicate like healthy people, but they Can do this.

So Peter Jackson took out Paul’s bitchy nod at Yoko as he’s stealing her man in real time right in front of her eyes. Unforgivable. But he kept in this adorable laugh, so that’s something.

Three more covers that I think *mean something* “Stand By Me” and “Spinning Like a Top” by Paul, followed by “You Win Again” by John. Yoko’s sweet little shoulder kiss. Thank you for taking care of the poor wet kitten, girly. Maybe don’t introduce the poor wet kitten to heroine, but you do you, I guess. (OP recognizes that poor wet kitten is also an adult capable of making his own decisions)

The cut from Paul literally dancing to get John’s attention straight to John dancing with Yoko while inside Paul’s head a silver hammer is clanging ominously. I can’t. Followed by the knowing, loving smile from Ringo to Paul. You know, those moments when you validate your friend’s bitchy thoughts with a look.

George is literally SO big inside himself, you know? You have to have superhuman self-love abilities to watch your friend – who is supposed to be helping you – shamelessly make fun of your art . . . and just “Do you wanna do that walz on the show? That’d be great.”

But did you guys know John was actually a really great mover?

“Yes, alright. Just sod off.” I love John. Paul’s people-pleasing ass would literally die first and he needs John to do this kind of shit for him and John’s only too happy to.

The moment when Paul and John are on the same wavelength about Dennis O’Dell’s stage.

OK but. Did John get the clear plastic idea from Yoko’s art exhibits?

“Any time we do anything it’s always got to be the best.” Poor Ringo. They’re all literally so tired of carrying so much weight for such a long time.

“See, I’d watch an hour of him just playing the piano. Cause he’s so great.” With that fond, loving, smile. SUCH big dick energy here. The others could NEVER.

“And I’ll have the plastic when you’re finished.” Literally for what, though? John, you little hoarding goblin.

And then Ringo responding to MLH’s “I love you” with “Yes, I love you too.” Yeah, Ringo wins the prize for most healthy beatle of the day.

*Pattie Boyd voice* “I just wish I knew what was going on there. But something. Something.”

Ugh, John looks so hurt. So tender. So heartbroken. While Paul is over there playing a damn funeral march because that’s the only way he lets himself express anything. But I actually love how Dennis O’Dell knows the clearest path to cheering John up is to say that Paul liked his idea. And how well it works. They’re literally so obvious to everyone but themselves.

I love the bit when John walks in on the rest of them discussing the live show and MLH calls, “We’ve decided. We’re going to Africa.” And Paul hurries to cut in, “No we’re NOT.” Because he knows exactly how John can get and he’s going to nip this in the bud before John gets let down. And of course, John is all “YEAH LETS GO LETS GO!” And he’s talking about how they always wish they were recording abroad. “We could be in LA, or FRANCE.” (side eye emoji)

Paul’s “Well said, John.” and “I’ve seen it, John. I went to the premiere. I thought you were great.” Why do all your compliments to him have to be in silly voices? Like, I know you think everyone is going to call you a pussy for saying something genuinely kind to your best friend, but they’re not, and he needs it.

Holy shit this was a long day. See you all tomorrow with another long-winded-ass post.

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Unwanted animal | part 5

Summary: Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: paranoia, hallucinations

Word count: 1866

a/n: how are you liking the series so far?

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69

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Rough movement of the bed wakes Y/N up. She opens her eyes slowly, the tiredness heaving her down. Once her eyes adjust to the darkness of Natasha’s room, where she basically lives now, she sees Natasha sitting on the bed. “What happened?” She mumbles out, setting her hand on Natasha’s shoulder that’s moving up and down in a quick pace.

“Nothing.” She whispers, her voice cracking.

With scrunched brows, Y/N pulls Natasha’s face out of the hiding, setting her palms on her wet cheeks. “Did you have a nightmare?” She rubs her cheeks with her thumbs, wiping the tears as they fall. Natasha nods, leaning against the touch. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Natasha takes a deep breath, keeping her eyes closed. It helps her talk about things she usually hides from others, but she doesn’t want to hide anything from Y/N. “I was in the Red Room. Madam B was yelling at one of the girls, but I couldn’t see who. I don’t know what happened, she was just careless, I think. Then Madam B turned to me, and-“ she squeezes her eyes shut tighter, as if it’d make her forget about the dream, “and then she told me to kill her. I finally saw who she was yelling at.” Her glistening eyes open to look Y/N straight in the eyes. “It was you.” The sentence comes out so quiet. Her breathing is shaky and her whole body is tense. “I had to kill you. It felt so real.”

Y/N pulls Natasha into an embrace, pushing her face into her neck so she wouldn’t see the look on her face. Her hand is going up and down on her neck while Natasha starts fully sobbing. “It wasn’t real. You didn’t kill me. I’m right here with you.” She whispers into her ear. “It was just a dream. You would never kill me.”

“It wasn’t real.” Natasha whispers once her crying stops. She sniffles and pulls away from Y/N, giving her a small kiss. “Thank you.”

Y/N smiles, “come on, lets get back to sleep.”

They lie back down, both on their backs. Neither of them is tired anymore, so they just stare at the roof. “Have you ever wondered what kind of person you’d be without the Red Room?” Natasha whispers. The Red Room is still in her mind.

“Not really,” she mumbles, “I never thought a life without the Red Room would be possible.”

“I have.” Y/N turns to face Natasha, who keeps her eyes on the roof. “I think I’d be a better person. I wouldn’t have so much red on my ledger.”

“You don’t know that.” She whispers. “You could be even worse.”

Natasha hums. She doesn’t really believe that. She knows she could be worse, but that’d only happen if she didn’t decide to leave the Red Room and continuously work to be a better person. But, she doesn’t say that.

“I don’t think I’d want to live a life where the Red Room didn’t happen.”

This makes Natasha look at her with scrunched brows. “Why not?”

Y/N shrugs, “I wouldn’t be here then, would I?”

“I guess so.” She pulls her to her chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

And with that, they close their eyes and fall back asleep.

Natasha and Y/N are walking side by side, both of their guns drawn. The team found another HYDRA base, but so far, this one seems to be abandoned as well. “Why do they seem to be one step ahead of us every single time.” Natasha mumbles to the ear piece.

“All of these have looked like they’ve been abandoned for years, except the-“ Steve pauses, “first one.” The one where they found Y/N. “Maybe they found a better way to hide from us.”

“They could start getting worse at hiding any time soon.” Tony comments.

Y/N scoffs with a grin as she steps into a room. It’s empty. There’s no furniture, just four vents in every corner of the room, still, she looks around, in case there’s something hidden. A sudden loud bang makes her flinch and point her gun towards the door, that’s now closed.

She frowns, walking over to it. She tries to push it with all her strength, but it doesn’t budge, Natasha is on the other side of the door, trying to pull it open. There’s a small round window where they can see each other’s faces, Natasha’s is full of worry.

A whirring sound fills the room. She looks behind her and sees gas starting to come in to the room through the vents. “Help! Open the door!” She starts banging on it, while Natasha desperately tries to find a way to open it. On the other side, she’s saying something, but Y/N can’t hear it. The room is filling up fast. As she breathes in, Y/N smells something strange but familiar, and she starts to get woozy. Her hand lands on the door, trying to keep herself up, but she ends up falling to her knees and passing out.

Y/N wakes up coughing. She goes to sit up, but something is holding her down. She opens her eyes. Natasha is sitting over her with her hand on her chest to stop her from raising. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

She looks around the room. The door is ajar, otherwise everything looks the same. “I’m okay.” The words come out slurry.

Natasha helps her sit up when it’s sure she won’t pass out again. Her hands are cradling Y/N’s face. “I was so scared, I thought I was going to lose you.” A tear slides down her cheek. “I can’t lose, because I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

She gives her a small kiss before turning her head to the side to speak to the others, “she’s awake now, everything seems okay so far.”

While Natasha talks to them, Y/N stares at the door. She breathes quietly to hear better. Something is wrong.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Natasha helps Y/N up to her feet, but the she stops her from moving forward. “What’s up?”

Her eyes are still locked on the door. “We can’t go.” She mumbles.

“What, why?” Natasha glances at the door, but sees nothing wrong with it.

“Can’t you hear the scratching? There’s something at the door.” Her voice drops down to a whisper. Natasha doesn’t hear anything. She tries to move her forward, but Y/N won’t budge. “Stop! It can hear you. It’s trying to get out.” Her breathing is starting to get fast.

“Y/N, there’s nothing at the door, no one is out to get us.”

“Stop it!” She lands down back to her knees, both palms pressing tightly against her ears, it doesn’t help. The scratching grows louder and louder, occupying her whole mind. “Make it stop!”

Natasha is trying to speak to her, but she can’t hear anything going on outside her head. She’s screaming now. There’s a pained look on her face. Natasha doesn’t know what to do, so she goes to puck her up in bridal style so they could get out of the building, but Y/N pushes her hands away the minute she feels the touch.

As the pain starts to get unbearable, something sharp stings her in the neck, and her vision blacks out, once again.

Y/N opens her eyes. For a while, she doesn’t recognize her surroundings, but she lets out a sigh of relief when she notices a familiar picture or her and Natasha on the wall. She’s in Natasha’s room.

Just then, Natasha steps into the room. “You’re awake.” She sets the tray of food she was holding down, immediately sitting next to Y/N. “Do you remember what happened?” She starts brushing her hair with her fingers.

“We were at the HYDRA base and there was gas and I passed out, then I heard a loud scratching noise and passed out again.” She mumbles, she’s still feeling groggy.

“I had to inject you with an anesthesia to make you pass out.”

Looking down at her hands, Y/N’s mind starts spinning around. “Why would you do that?” Her voice is high and her eyes wide.

“Because the gas was the super soldier serum they used on you, do you remember that? On the file we found, there was something about paranoia and hallucinations. Bruce thinks those are side effects of the serum.” Natasha explains, her voice soft and slow. She keeps brushing her hair gently. “He doesn’t think the effects are just yet, so you have to stay here for a bit, okay? But I’ll stay here with you, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

She hums, scratching her arm. Although, she was told not to worry, she can’t help but worry. Her mind is racing and most of the thought swirling around aren’t good. Is Natasha lying? She glances at her. The look on her face is sympathetic, maybe even pitiful.

“You should eat something.” Natasha grabs the tray and sets it on her own lap. “Wanda made some soup and bread.” She lifts up the spoon and carefully moves it to Y/N’s mouth, she opens and eats.

Y/N eats half of the soup and all of the bread, not feeling like eating the rest of it. She’s still on high alert, her head snaps towards every single sound, real or not. Natasha keeps coaxing her out of the paranoia, but it rarely helps, not when she’s paranoid of Natasha’s intentions too.

“The scratching isn’t real?” She mumbles, staring at the door.

“It’s not.” Natasha gets under the covers with her, getting as close to her as possible without actually touching her. She doesn’t want to be touched right now. “No one is there.”

“Can you check?”

“Yes.” She gets up and opens the door, first peeking out and then fully opening it so Y/N can see behind the door as well. “Completely empty.” Closing the door, she gets back to her spot. “We’re safe here.”

Safe. She doesn’t feel safe. She feels naked and vulnerable, like everyone can see the deepest parts of her, the ones she wants to keep hidden. She glances at Natasha. Can she read her mind? She’s a spy. They’re both spies. Is she able to hide anything from her?

“I’m scared.” Y/N whispers.

Natasha opens her laptop and puts on Arcane, she sets it on her legs so both of them can see it. “Come on.” She mumbles, carefully pulling Y/N against her chest. The cover is pulled over them. “Try to sleep it off, okay?” She rubs Y/N’s back, kissing the top of her head.

Y/N stares at the screen, the show brings her some comfort, but not enough. So, at times she keeps glancing at the dark corners of the room, sure she saw something move there, but whatever she saw, is gone the moment she turns to look.

That night, Y/N doesn’t sleep.

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agaypanic · 11 months

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you should do a reese smut like your first time or something , don't have to go into explicit detail , I think he would be a good one to start off with

The First Time (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: For some reason, Reese gets trusted to be alone in the house. He uses this opportunity to take your relationship to the next level.

A/N: I don’t usually ask for feedback but since this is my first smut I’d really love to know what yall think. If it’s bad, I’m never attempting to write smut again lmao

CW: p in v intercourse, virginity loss, fingering

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“You have the emergency contacts?”

“Yes.”

“You have the hotel’s phone number to reach us?”

“Yes.”

“You know where the fire extinguisher is?”

Reese rolled his eyes at the countless questions his mom listed as she sped around the house for last-minute things to put in her bag. She and Hal were going to a work conference for the weekend. Dewey was at a friend’s for a sleepover, Malcolm was at some overnight nerd fest with the rest of the Krelboynes, and Jamie was with the babysitter because although he took all those baby care classes, Reese still can’t be trusted to be alone with him.

This all meant that Reese would be alone in the house for more than 24 hours. It took a lot of convincing from Hal, but Lois finally decided it was time to trust him to not destroy their house too badly while they were away.

“Mom, you and Dad are gonna be late.” She whipped around and stared at him, like she was trying to get into his head. See what he was thinking, if he was even doing that. She stepped closer to her son.

“I don’t know what you’re planning. But just know that I will find out about it, so don’t even think about doing it. Whatever it is you’re gonna do.” Then after exchanging goodbyes with his parents and trying to get Lois out the door, Reese was finally alone in the house. He watched through the front kitchen window as they drove away before walking across the room to the phone. He dialed a number, looking around in the fridge for something to eat while he waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

“Everyone’s gone. Come over.”

***

“You’re positive your family is actually gone, and this isn’t some kind of test to see what you try to pull?” You asked Reese as you looked around the house, suspicious that this was all a trap. Hands landed on your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I checked every room and every closet. We’re the only ones here.” Reese kissed your head and then cut you off before you could respond. “Just relax.”

You sighed. It’s not that you didn’t like the Wilkerson family, far from it. It’s just that if Lois found out that Reese had you over without her permission when he was barely allowed to be in the house himself, she’d probably have your head.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly. “So, what do you wanna do first?”

“I could think of a few things.” You immediately recognized the tone in your boyfriend’s voice and pulled away from him. You wagged a finger in front of his face, backing away towards the kitchen.

“I don’t think so, you horndog.” You laughed at his offended expression. “How about lunch?”

After a delicious lunch, courtesy of your boyfriend, you two spent the rest of the day watching movies. You took turns picking them out, all horror movies. Well, your picks were horror movies for Reese, like Clueless, Pretty in Pink, and Legally Blonde. You thought he should broaden his taste in entertainment. You were about to watch one of Reese’s picks when Reese went on about Elle’s court scene.

“I’m just saying, Y/n. I’ve been to court enough times to know that that’s probably not how court works.”

“It’s a movie, Reese. That’d be like me saying this dude getting his eyes scooped out like ice cream isn’t realistic.”

“Of course, it’s not realistic. This is how you’d do it, you-”

“Oh, Jesus. Shut up, Reese.” You laughed, not wanting to hear Reese’s explanation.

“Make me.” There was a hint of seriousness in his tone, something you didn’t hear often coming from him. You looked at him with a raised brow, and he straightened up from his slouched sitting position.

“What?”

“I, um… You heard me.” You ignored the guy getting murdered on screen and scooted closer to Reese, leaning into him.

“Say it again.” You whispered, so close to him but still feeling so far. You felt a hand on your back, pushing you closer to Reese.

“Make me.” You practically pounced on him, straddling his lap and kissing him like he was your life source. It was a clash of lips and teeth, hands gripping and pulling on anything they could reach. Your lips trailed away from his, and Reese was about to protest when you started nipping at his neck. He groaned loudly, and God, you’d do anything to hear that sound from him again. He moaned your name, hands slipping down to your hips and thighs. “So good.” He murmured, pulling you down on him, and your breath hitched as you grinded against him. You pulled away from his neck to look at him, panting. Suddenly aware that you were in his family’s living room watching a slasher film, you gulped.

“Maybe we should do this, uh, somewhere else?” You suggested, brushing away the hair that fell in your face. “I mean, unless you wanna stop, I don’t-” You cut yourself off with a yelp as you were practically thrown up in the air. Reese, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you tight against him, sped off to his room. Even though he was lean, Reese was so strong. It was so hot, you almost made him stop in the middle of his stride so you could have him right here and now.

He shut the bedroom door with his foot and dropped you on his bed.

“You’re absolutely sure no one’s here?” You asked, sitting against his headboard. He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over you, cupping the back of your neck.

“It’s just us here. Relax, Baby.”

“Make me.” He immediately went to the crook of your neck, acting like a vampire with the sucking and biting. You pulled at his hair, so glad that he didn’t find the time to gel it the way he usually does because running your hands through his soft frosted tips felt so lovely.

Reese trailed down to your chest, hands slipping up your shirt. You sat up enough for him to tug your shirt off, almost salivating at the sight that he’d never get sick of. Before he could try to litter you with kisses and hickies, he helped you pull his shirt off, and you almost moaned just from looking at him. Burying his head between your tits, he reached around your back and fiddled with your bra hooks.

“Reese, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. You just knew you wanted him to do something about the ache in your core that was for him. He smiled, lifting his head to look at you.

“Want me to make you feel good, Baby?” Jesus.

After a shy nod, he slipped a hand down past the waistband of your pants. A finger softly glided down before pressing against your clit through your panties. A second finger joined the other in circular motions while he watched you for a reaction. Your back arched, and you moaned, so Reese decided he was doing the right thing and kept going.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked, not stopping his movements.

“Reese.” Was all you could say, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Come on, Baby, gotta hear you say it. What do you need?” If he didn’t have a hand down your pants right now, you might’ve been able to think straight. You took a deep breath.

“You.” It was quiet, and at first, you weren’t sure if he heard you or not.

“What?” He grinned, definitely hearing you. “Say that again for me.”

“Need you, Reese. Please.” You whined as he withdrew his hand, but he shushed you with a kiss. His hands worked to take up his pants, so you sat up so he wouldn’t fall on you from lack of support. Kicking them off, Reese then helped you with your pants, leaving you both in your underwear. You palmed his hard-on through his boxers, and he groaned in your ear, something you’d never get tired of hearing.

Reese scooted away from you just enough to reach under his bed into a box. He pulled out a condom and held it before you, catching his breath.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, and you could’ve melted on the spot from his look of sincerity. You nodded, clasping your hands around his neck to kiss him.

“So sure.” You whispered against his lips before pulling back to see his face clearly. “You?”

“Fuck yes.” He kissed you once more before guiding you to lie on the bed. Your breath hitched as he kicked off his boxers, taking in the sight of him. Seeing him in all his glory just made you wetter. Reese rolled the condom on himself before hooking his finger on the sides of your panties, pulling them off gently but with a sense of urgency. He settled between your legs, and you moaned at his weight on you. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

One hand interlocked with yours, holding them by your head. With the other, he guided himself to you. After one last look for reassurance, he slipped the tip in and buried himself inside you. You were a moaning mess, trapped in his arms underneath him while arching your back. He stayed still to give you time to adjust, but you needed more.

“Move.” You groaned, and he did as told. Starting slow, he thrusted in and out of you, still holding your hand while his other kept him up. Soon enough, Reese couldn’t control himself and started going faster, pounding into you with every bit of strength he had. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving to meet his thrusts.

You started clenching around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept it up. His hand left yours, going down to play with your clit. You whined from the pressure, clawing at Reese’s back as he thrust relentlessly.

“Reese.” It came out as a high-pitched moan. “Reese, Baby, I think I’m gonna… I’m…”

“You can do it, Baby.” He swiped loose strands of hair out of your face. “Come on, Y/n. Come for me.” His words, accompanied by his thrusts and the pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. The way you squeezed him pushed him over as well, and you soon became a mess of moans and limbs.

He buried his face in your chest as you both caught your breath. Reese attempted to pull out, but you were still clenching around him, so he stayed put. You ran your fingers through his scalp as you looked up at the ceiling, all energy lost.

“So…” Reese cleared his throat, looking up at you. “How, um, how was that?” You gave a lazy smile at his sudden shyness.

“It was good, Reese.” You sat up just enough to kiss his head before collapsing back on his bed. “So good.”

Eventually, the two of you had to get up. You took a shower, and Reese put you in his clothes before setting you back on his bed, which was now covered in clean sheets. He left briefly and came back with a sandwich and water.

“Here.” He gave it to you, and when you noticed he didn’t have any food, he waved you off. “I’m fine, Baby. Now eat.” Ignoring him, you split the sandwich in half and gave him one of the pieces. He rolled his eyes but still kissed you in thanks before eating it, you following suit.

#reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson x reader #reese wilkerson x reader smut #reese wilkerson smut #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 2 months

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Welcome Home, Soldier.

Buck returns from the war after three years deployment (minus a limb) to a waiting fiancé and a long overdue reunion. CW: All the smut. Basically PWP. Prompts filled; ‘Sex in Uniform’, “Kneel”, and ‘4am Sandwiches’ – Bug’s First Bingo; ‘First Kiss of the Year’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); “That’s It, Sweetheart” and “You’re So Beautiful” – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition).

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My fingers tightened around the strap of my holdall, palm sweating nervously as I headed up the dirt path to my front door.

It’d been three years since I’d seen the place, but it still looked more or less the same – the passage of time was marked only by the paint beginning to peel around the edge of the windows, and the flowers bloomed by the door in a vibrant burst of colour. I’d had dreams about coming home, finally breathing in the country air once more, but it felt better than I ever could have imagined, inhaling the scents of grass and pollen with a contented sigh.

But it wasn’t the house, or the countryside, that had my heart racing.

No… It was the love of my life waiting unexpectantly on the other side of the door that’d had me travelling for two days straight, plane and train and bus and my own two feet getting me closer to this moment with every passing second.

My boots felt heavy on my feet as I crept up the steps onto the porch, and I hesitated only briefly before toeing them off, standing in my socks with a soft smile. They’d no idea I was coming back early – despite my desire to tell them, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the shocked delight on their face when I turned up out of the blue.

I shifted my holdall higher on my shoulder, smoothing my shirt and straightening my hat before reaching for the door handle.

If I’ve told them once, I’ve told them a million times to lock the front door…

I wouldn’t be complaining, though. I’d put down my holdall in the hall, padding silently through the little-changed space, following the sound of a quiet, lyrical voice at the rear of the house.

They were stood with their back to me, singing quietly to themselves as they washed the dishes.

I couldn’t help but pause for a moment, lost in their voice and finally seeing them again, at long last. Soon enough, however, my body propelled me forward of its own volition. I knew they’d be startled, but I couldn’t keep myself from reaching out for them, my arm sliding around their waist to pull them quickly to my chest.

“Hey, babylove,” I purred as they went to jerk away automatically, holding them fast. “Did you miss me?”

They froze under my grasp, stunned motionless by my embrace, no sign of comprehension showing several heartbeats until my lips brushed their cheek worriedly. “…Is this real?” they breathed, leaning against my chest uncertainly, their heart hammering noticeably.

I couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing them a little more tightly. “Real as anything. I’m home sweetheart.”

A choked sob echoed around the space, reverberating against the tiled splashback as they whipped around, arms quickly finding my neck to cling at me desperately. “Buck… Baby… You’re home. You’re home, you’re home, you’re home!”

I grasped them just as tightly, fingers clenched in the back of their shirt. “I’m here, my love. I’m here, and I’m never going anywhere again, do you hear me?” Tears spilled over my cheeks unrestrained and salted their hair, but I didn’t have the capacity or concern to attempt to stem the flow, occupied as I was by hungrily inhaling the scent of them, eyes closed with bliss.

They nodded frantically against my chest, sobbing openly, nails clenched into my skin as soapy water dripped down the back of my shirt. Then finally, finally, their lips found mine, whimpering their joy into our embrace, not drawing back until both of our lungs burned with the effort. It was only then, in the brief moment they backed away to pant for breath, that their eyes strayed to my pinned sleeve, a pained grimace crossing their features. “… Does it hurt?”

“Not as much as the thought that I might never see you again,” I replied honestly, cupping their cheek in my remaining hand. It was all I’d managed to think as I’d lain bleeding and stunned, flat on my back under a foreign sky; it wasn’t fears of the afterlife or facing a vengeful God that plagued me, but only the notion of never again gazing into captivating mahogany eyes. I’d seen those eyes full of wonder, fear, amusement, incredulity, and love – and I was far from willing to give that up yet.

They smiled softly, that gaze lighting up as expected, and I sighed tenderly, placing a gentle kiss to their cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, momentarily distracted from the gravity of their taking in my mutilation. “… I’m sorry I couldn’t come back as the man you agreed to marry. I know it’s not-”

I was cut off by their mouth meeting mine firmly, one hand tightening possessively against my ribs. “You’re so beautiful,” they attested, their voice quiet but strong, causing a blush to rise in my cheeks. I couldn’t help the flutter of anxiety in my chest, but their eyes met mine in the same way as always, full of lust and desire. A soft growl built in my throat, and I pressed myself closer, the small of their back meeting the counter behind them as they whimpered through their teeth.

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve kissed you this year,” they breathed, and I chuckled as they pushed my hat from my head, running a hand through my fair – fast outgrowing its regulation short-crop after my time on the front, and the subsequent weeks bundled up in a hospital since my body was ripped open by a German grenade.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for, I expect,” I purred as I trailed my lips along their neck, earning a sharp gasp as my teeth closed lightly over their pulse.

“Oh, God…” they sighed, head tipping back obediently to offer more of their throat to my mercy, hand moving automatically to push the jacket from my shoulders. My mouth moved harder on their skin, distracting myself with the taste of them as the heavy material slid free of my one remaining arm. They simply winced sympathetically at the hemmed sleep, fingertips gently skirting my collarbone before moving to my tie.

I caught their hands with my own, smirking softly, one eyebrow raised. “So very needy, little one…” I chuckled, making them blush and shrug.

“It’s been a long time,” they replied simply. “… Sergeant.”

With a groan punctuating the fracturing of my already tentative resolve, my fingers knotted in their hair to press my lips briefly, hungrily, to theirs, before drawing back to meet their eyes, filled once more with a lust I hadn’t felt the entire time I was gone. “Kneel.”

I couldn’t help but snort at the speed with which they dropped, their eyes blown wide with lust as they gazed up at me. I nodded my appreciation of their immediate return to submission – by my own reaffirmation of the dominant of the two of us was quickly stifled as I fumbled with my belt, heat rising shamefully in my cheeks at my inability. Their hands found mine, eyes soft, offering me a gentle smile of reassurance as they took over, humiliation curling in my stomach. “Hey,” they murmured, leaning forward to press a tender kiss over my hipbone, nuzzling affectionately. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Soldier. Always.”

My blush faded a little, and I nodded, my fingers moving to curl in their hair instead, eyes closing as I let them take control. The air was chilly on my exposed thighs, and I shivered minutely, earning a soft chuckle and a reassuring rub of my skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” I murmured as my head fell back, only to jerk back forward as gentle kisses were pressed to the straining in my shorts, lids snapping open to take in their blissful expression as their fingers curled in my waistband.

“I’ve missed you too…” they breathed, and I trembled in anticipation as my underwear was lowered, lost in the expression in their eyes as they took in my leaking cock, aching and bobbing with need before them. “I’ve missed this cock…”

“Prove it,” I growled softly, tugging gently on their hair. “I’ve missed that pretty mouth wrapped around me; it’s been so long since I-”

My words died with a deafening groan as they obliged eagerly, licking and sucking at my tip with wanton desire, an unwavering flow of whimpers and whines vibrating their tongue against my length. I hissed between my teeth, fingers tightening as I pressed deeper, feeling the resistance of the back of their throat only briefly before they swallowed around me, my cock sliding deeper as I moaned breathlessly. “Fuck- That’s it, Sweetheart. Just like that… You still remember how to suck cock like a pro, damn…” They whined and nodded as best they could, eyes flicking up to meet mine adoringly, and I purred at the sight of them with their lips spread wide and pupils blown with lust. “I hope you haven’t been practicing while I’ve been gone, angel.”

Their head shook frantically, drawing back in their need to reply. “Never. Not ever. All yours, Sergeant…” I shuddered as they took me again, the years apart making my cock twitch and balls tighten already.

“Fuck- I can’t, baby… I can’t h-hold on, it’s been too long, you’re too g-good…” I stammered, hand hard as I rutted shamelessly into their throat, drawing back only far enough to let them suck in a desperate breath before burying myself once more. For their part, they moved with my thrusts, just as eager for my release as I was, their fingers tight on my hips as they dragged me harder against them, mewling around me eagerly, thighs pressed together. With little warning and a groan of resignation, I plunged myself deeply between their lips, back arching as I found a breathless climax, whimpering at the feeling of their throat clenching repeatedly around me as they swallowed hungrily.

By the time I relaxed, they were licking every drop from my length, nails digging into my skin euphorically and leaving me a shivering, whimpering mess. I drew back slowly, the both of us panting, and leant down to kiss them lightly, moaning at the taste of myself on their lips. “Holy… Fuck… God, that was so good…”

They kissed me back eagerly, shifting from their knees to press themselves against my chest, arms snaking around my neck. “I’ve missed you so much…”

With a soft smile, I kissed them once more, pressing them back against the counter until they hopped up eagerly, legs parting automatically to let me stand between them. My hand instinctively found the front of their shorts, eliciting a gentle moan and a flicker of their lashes. “Shorts off, sweetheart… I’ve missed that pussy.”

They obliged quickly, wriggling desperately against me to shed the inconvenient layer, pressing closer when only their underwear sat between us. My fingers ran over the cotton, and they sighed happily as I groaned. “Look how wet you get, angel… I bet you’ve spent so much time with your hand between your legs, just waiting for me to come home and fuck you…”

With a desperate nod, they rutted against my touch, back arching, one hand fisting at my shirt. “Yes- God, so much… Nothing would ever compare to you, though… I spent so much time begging for my soldier’s big, thick cock to stretch me out again…”

My breath caught in my throat, and I kissed them harder, fingers curling in their underwear and jerking, rough and fast, the material shredding under the force and earning me a sharp gasp and a groan of delight for my efforts. Hand snaking lower, I buried my face in their neck as my fingertips brushed against them, letting out a quiet huff of air as my eyes closed in delight. “So fucking wet, baby. Look how needy you are… Just aching to be stuffed, hm?”

They nodded frantically as I slid two fingers into their slick pussy, eliciting a soft sob of pleasure as they squirmed around me. “I’ve needed you so much, fuck…” they panted, tugging me closer with grasping hands. “Nothing feels as good as you.”

“I bet you tried though, didn’t you?” I purred, trailing gentle kisses down their neck as I worked them open. “I bet you tried so many things in this tight pussy, looking for anything that can make you feel as good as I can…” They nodded again, nails scoring against my skin and making me shiver. “But nothing treats you as well as I do, hm?”

They shook their head, tears spilling from their eyes in utter delight. “Not a damn thing, god-” they gasped and dragged themselves closer with ankles pressed frantically to the back of my thighs, writhing with need. “Fuck me, Sergeant. Please, please just- just fuck me…”

My hand drew back and made them whine, legs parting further in a frantic attempt to press themselves nearer, and I smirked, eyes lowering to the dripping pussy rutting toward me. “Considering you beg so nicely…” I murmured, trailing the tip of my cock over their soaked slit as I stroked myself languidly, waiting for the last few seconds of my refractory period to pass – I wanted myself hard and aching when I was finally inside them again. They squirmed against me and I sunk inside them with a contented sigh, relishing in the sharp gasp as they extended around me.

“Fu-fuck, God – I forgot how big you are, James…” they panted raggedly, clawing at my shirt and the skin beneath as their walls stretched to capacity. I took it slowly for fear of hurting them, but the heels on my thighs pulled me nearer until I was sheathed and trembling, my hand knotting in their hair to kiss them deeply.

“I’m home, baby,” I breathed, hips moving slowly, dissolving into the feeling of their vice-like grip around my length and their frantic, needy breath against my jaw. They could only nod, moving in time with each thrust, whining and squirming desperately. “I’m home and I am never- leaving- again.” I punctuated each word with a quick snap of my hips, relishing in the way their body jerked under my strength as they cried out with pleasure.

“Please! Please, S-Sergeant, please- fuck me harder, I’ve missed you so much, I n-need you, I-”

The end of their pleas cut off sharply into a deafening wail as I acquiesced to their request, hand shifting to their hip to pin them to the counter as I took them roughly. The sound of my skin meeting theirs and the wetness between us incensed me, teeth brushing against the soft flesh of their throat. “So fucking tight,” I growled, my fingertips pressed painfully against their hipbone to anchor them still. “So fucking wet…”

I hesitated only briefly as I realised my own limitations once more, but they simply met my eyes with their sweet mahogany gaze, lips parted in ecstasy. “Please- please, Sergeant Barnes, can I touch my pussy while you fuck me? It feels so good, I don’t know if I can help myself…”

Groaning, I kissed them again, grateful for their anticipation of my needs, nipping gently at their lip. “You’d better, sweetheart… Make yourself come for me, angel. I’ve missed this tight pussy quivering so very desperately around me, making me all soaked and messy…” I redoubled my efforts as they obliged, pounding into them as they moaned, fingers moving quickly against their clit as their free hand grasped at the back of my neck to arch themselves closer to me,

“God- yes, Bucky- Sergeant Barnes, please- please, you’re going to- I’m going to-”

“That’s it, baby,” I snarled, nails digging in as I met their trembling pussy with a bruising pace. “That’s it. You come for me, and I’ll fill up this pretty cunt, just how you like.”

At my growled words, they cried out, body shaking furiously as they convulsed around me, making me groan at the gush of wetness squeezed around my length and the fingers dragging at my hair. The feeling of them finding their release on my cock drove me over the edge, and I hissed their name as I found my own climax, leaning back to appreciate the sight of our mingled essence dripping from their stuffed hole.

Exhausted, tender, and slick with sweat and bodily fluids, I chugged a glass of water breathlessly, standing naked in the starlight shimmering through the kitchen window in the early hours of the morning. As soon as I’d been able to see straight, I’d carried them through to the bedroom, part-softened cock still buried as deeply as I could get inside them. We’d fucked and cuddled until the sun set – and long after – until my growling stomach drove me from the bed as they dozed, absently making a sandwich as I lost myself in the memories of them screaming my name.

I leant against the doorframe with a pair of plates, watching them quietly for a moment. The sheet was resting around their hips, and my gaze trailed their bare spine, skirting the dark curls at the nape of their neck and the eyelashes resting gently on their sleep-flushed cheeks.

I’m home.

I’m finally home.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Rescue (S.R)

Warning(s); oral (M receiving),cussing,yelling.

Pairing(s); Police Officer! Steve Rogers! X Fem! Reader.

Summary; Steve saves your kitten and you from your ex, what better way to thank him.

A/n; I have the most vile thoughts about Steven Grant Rogers, here’s one :D, this wasn’t proof read as I am lazy and tired :D

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Steve had walked across the street headed towards his car when he heard the soft sounds of a woman’s voice. He of course walked towards the sound, putting his hand on his holstered tazer as he heard how distressed she sounded.

“Oh gods, how’d you even get up there!” You sighed chewing on your finger trying to coax your kitten to come back out of the tree. “Ma’am?” The voice sounding from behind you made your jump before relief washed over you. It was a officer, perfect.

“Are you alright?” He asked his hand leaving his tazer to touch your arm, seeing you were alone. “My kitten climbed up the tree, he won’t come down” you explained. Steve follows your eyes to the small orange and white kitten rested on a tree limb.

“Oh I see, sneaky little fella’ I’ve got him.” He left your side pulling himself up the few inches into the tree to where your kitten rested. You stood under them anxiously, Steve got his hand around the small kitten and was able to use his open hand to steady himself until he was able to get back down.

“Here you are, love” Steve said and you smiled holding the small kitten. “Thank you so much! Oh god, why’d you scare me like that” you said kissing the fur of your kitty. “It’s awfully late, do you live ‘round here?” He asked and you nodded.

“Could I offer you some coffee or water?” You offered and he smiled “no, I couldn’t impose, just wanna make sure you get home, love” you smiled “certainly you aren’t imposing, here I’ll just grab you a can of soda, give me just a second.”

Steve watched you walk into the house that was diagonal from the tree. A few minutes later you returned with a can of soda handing it to him. “Thank you, mighty nice of you” you nodded and smiled. “You have a good night officer” you said and he nodded smiling.

Steve stood and watched making sure you made it back into your house just fine.

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Steve thought that’d be the last time he saw you, New York is a huge city after all. However, he was called to a altercation and well it was none other then you and a random guy.

“You actually called them? What’s your issue?” You spat out at your now ex’s mom. “Okay, alright. Let’s break it up, yeah?” Steve said stepping between you and your ex. His back to you in a protective stance almost.

You stepped to the side so you could see your ex. “You’re such a bitch!” He yelled at you “aye!” Steve said. “Both of you, quiet.” He commanded. “Someone wanna explain?” He asked and your ex opened his mouth “not you!” He barked.

Steve looked over to see his backup arriving, Barnes and Stark climbing from the other cruiser.

“Okay, this is how this is gonna work. You-” he said pointing to your ex “speak with officer stark, and you” he said pointing to his mom “speak with officer Barnes, I’ll speak with her. Are we clear?” Everyone nodded.

With a hand in your upper arm he lead you back over to his cruiser. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again” he commented. You smiled weekly partially embarrassed to be meeting him again like this.

As a damsel

“So? What’s going on?” He asked and you took a deep breath explaining that his mom had invited herself to the date, you had already planned to end things because he was hooking up with other girls. You pulled up receipts and he went berserk along with his mom, barking and yelling as you tried to leave they followed you out.

“And then his mom was yelling something abt police and deformation or something” you sighed. You ran fingers from your nose to your eyebrow shaking your head. “I never put my hands on him,he never put his hands on me.” You pointed on and Steve nodded.

“Alright, love just stay here we will have this figured out in no time” you nodded. He shrugged off his jacket wrapping it around your exposed arms from your dress.

You could’ve combust seeing him in that tight shirt,tool belt and tight jeans. He looked so fucking hot.

Steve spoke to his partners and got the other halves of the story. “Well they said she was yelling first, maybe we should just check the cameras?” Stark said and Steve shrugged. “Let me try something, tony go ahead and ask to see the cameras, Buck if you wouldn’t mind keeping her company” Bucky nodded and walked over to you.

“Alright, so we have your story and hers so-” “she’ll be going to jail?” His mom asked and Steve shook his head “so I’ll be-” “what do you mean? She’s spreading lies about my son! That’s illegal!” She protested. “Ma’am we don’t have-” “well I won’t be happy until she’s in handcuffs!” She huffed “ma’am if you don’t stop interrupting me it’ll be you in handcuffs.”

She seeming got quiet after that “now, my partner,stark is checking the cameras right now, so if there’s anything you wanna change about your story do it now.” Steve said. Your ex and his mom glanced at each other and shook their heads. Steve nodded just as stark came out hand on his belt.

“So, as far as I saw, it was you two that went off first. I’ve had witnesses say the same, some even said the girl didn’t even reply to you until you followed her out. So, technically this could be considered unlawful calling.” Tony explained.

“I’m feeling nice tonight, I’ll let you guys off with a warning if you apologize to her. If not you’ll both be in handcuffs in the back of my vehicle” Steve said and motioned for Bucky to bring you over.

They both rather reluctantly apologized and left, you handed Steve his jacket back and thanks Barnes for keeping you company.

Barnes and stark headed off to another call. “Do you need a ride?” Steve asked and you shook your head “nope, I can just call a Uber” you said and Steve shook his head “no, cmon it’s not outta my way, let me drive you home” you nodded and smiled allowing him to drive you.

Steve turned out back onto the main road from the restaurant heading in the direction of your neighborhood.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking. Why were you with him?” He asked and you shrugged “I don’t know, I thought we were okay until I got a text from a random girl” you said. You reached down “you don’t mind if I take these off?” You asked and he shook his head. You quickly pulled off the heels sighing at the relief on your feet.

“I wasn’t even planning on confronting him like that, I was just gonna ask about it and see if he lied” you explained “but his mom came and I didn’t know how to bring it up” you sighed heavily and Steve sat a hand on your knee rubbing softly.

You smiled at his hand “well, I’m glad I was able to help, here” he said taking the opportunity of a red light to pass you a card. “If he bothers you, call me.” You nodded sticking the card into your small clutch.

“Have you had a good night, officer?” You asked as his hand was still rested on your knee. “Not exactly, it’s been kinda rough” he explained giving you a smile as he looked your way before turning.

You don’t know if it was the wine in your system,maybe it was the fact you had just gotten dumped, maybe it was even the fact he was some sort of hero for you,but you reached out and placed a hand on his upper thigh.

“Want some help?” You asked batting your eyelashes at him. Steve glanced at your hand slowly moving it’s was to his quickly hardening cock.

How could he not be hard? You in that dress, that short,tight fitting,cleavage showing,tiny dress. He let out a groan when you palmed him though his jeans “think you can focus while I do this?” You asked your voice a little lower then normal.

Steve couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, here he was thinking you were so innocent, those big doe eyes and perfect pouty lips. He felt dirty thinking of you in that way but he was wrong,you were dirty,offering to give him head while driving? God couldn’t tell if you were an Angel or a little devil.

Steve glanced down long enough to unclip his seat belt and utility belt. He pushed one off and pulled the other throwing the belt into his empty back-seat.

You were already waiting shifting in your seat you unbuckled, knees pressing into his leather seats while you waited for him to get prepared.

The last the Steve did was unbutton his jeans, once again using a red light to pull them and his boxers down. You gasped seeing his cock spring out slapping against his clothed lower stomach.

Steve didn’t say anything he just moved his open hand over to your head snaking it to the back of our neck and pulling you. You obliged letting him lower your head to his length.

You licked your lips before enveloping his tip with them, you gently sucked pulling a hiss from him. You placed your hand at his base and hallowed out your cheeks as you began to down his length.

Half way in and he was already pressing into your gag reflex, tears prickling your eyes. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Down my cock baby, back off your throat.” He said pressing you down to take more of him into your throat, you gagged around him and he grunted at the squeeze of your throat.

Once you had most of him in your mouth you began to bob your head, up down,up down,up down. You kept a steady pace your tongue flat against his underside. The groans and moans coming from the man above you sounded nothing short or animalistic, he groaned everytime he felt you throat squeeze him as you gagged.

“Such a sweetheart,sucking me off to make me feel better. Atta girl, Mhm gonna make me cum” his words only drives you to suck faster wanting to feel him cum.

A few more bobs and his hand tighten into your hair a guttural moan coming out as ropes of white filled your throat. You swallowed around him gulping up each rope he gave you.

You pulled your mouth off with a pop and smiled at him as you licked your lips. Your lipstick smudged, a ring around his cock in the pretty pink color. Your mascara ran in streaks over your cheeks, you had never looked more beautiful to him.

You sat back in your knees and he reached over attempting to fix your hair as he combs through it. You were happy you brought makeup wipes with you, you were able to clean up the mess on your face.

Steve finally pulled into your driveway and you slipped your heels back on, grabbing your clutch and he fixed himself clipping his belt back around him along with his seatbelt.

You climbed out and bent down to look back at him in the car “you have a wonderful night officer” you said a smirk playing on your lips. He smirked and nodded “you as well, love” once again he stayed until he saw you get safely inside before leaving.

#fem reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers au #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans character x reader

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abitterboy · 9 months

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Worship You

Summary: Bangchan loves worshipping you.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: body worship, subby chan for a min, dom! Chan x sub! Reader, slight foot fetish, oral f! receiving, teasing, stripping, biting, hickeys and bruises, multiple orgasms, nprotection (be safe dudes), swearing, tell me if there’s anything else!

There was nothing Bangchan loved more than you. You were the light of his life and inspired him to be better every single day. You felt the same way about him, and practically worshiped the ground he walked on. On the other hand, he literally worshiped the ground you walked on. He was in love with your brain and your personality, but he was in the deepest form of lust with your body. He thought about you all the time, at work, with friends, and it didn’t make it any better that you were a tease. Sending him photos of yourself whenever you felt like it, sending dirty texts that described what you wanted him to do to you. Despite his dominant nature, he enjoyed letting you have some control because he knew he could get it back at any time and times like this he was okay with handing over his will to you.

“What do we say baby?”

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, looking down at Chan while holding his face harshly. The desperate look in his eyes encouraged you as you accompanied your question with a gentle hmm sound and titled your head teasingly.

“Please, let me worship you.”

His voice was almost a whimper.

“Good boy. Now undress me.”

Bangchan, who was already on the ground, sunk further to get to your feet. He grabbed your right foot and started placing kisses along it until he got to your ankle, before moving to the left. He practically moaned with each kiss, just happy to feel your skin along his lips. His tongue trailed up your calves before stopping at each knee to plant a soft kiss. Your skirt was lifted by his hands and he started planting deeper kisses on your thighs, leaving marks behind. Kisses turned to sucking and bites and his fingers gripped your skin harshly, leaving hickeys and bruises. You moaned and threw your head back but quickly moved it to look back at the show in front of you.

“Youre so fucking sexy I love every part of you.”

Bangchans touch was always accompanied by some sort of praise. He tapped your hips, signaling you to lift them so he could remove your skirt. Along with your skirt, Bangchan removed your underwear faster than you could even register. With your lower half fully naked, Bangchan let out a breathy moan as he scooted you closer to the edge of the bed so he could kiss and lick you more. His tongue went to the tops of your inner thighs, right before your cunt and started licking the skin. Your core was on fire and all you wanted was for him to work his tongue on your clit the way he so skillfully does every time you two fuck. You knew he wouldn’t though, not yet, not until you were completely naked. It didn't stop Bangchan from making comments as he admired you.

“Look at that pretty cunt, all ready for me. So fucking sexy, so fucking wet.”

Somewhere along the lines, you lost your dominance over him. Bangchan knew that and used it to tease you more.

“You’re so desperate for my touch, aren't you baby? Yeah? You want me to touch your pretty pussy?”

You moaned out a desperate yes but all he did was let out a little laugh.

“Oh I would baby but I’d get too distracted and wouldn't be able to worship the rest of you. That’d be a shame, there's so much more of you to enjoy.”

Bangchan went back down to your cunt and placed a gentle kiss above your lips before licking a stripe up to your belly button. His hand guided you to move back as he stood up and towered over you. Once you were fully on the bed, he climbed on too and started kissing and licking up your stomach. Your loose shirt made it easy for him to nudge it up your torso and he eventually took it completely off of you, leaving you in only your bra. With skillful fingers, he slipped his hands behind you and undid the clasp which released your breasts. It was off in a matter of seconds and he instantly grabbed your left boob in his hand, gripping it harshly and planting his mouth to suck on your nipple.

“Ah fuck! Chan!”

You moaned out loud and arched your back, forcing your stomach up and into his body. He continued his rough play with you, sucking on you like he was stuck to you. His lips popped off with saliva coating them and seeing his juicy lips made you breathe faster. He smiled and went to your other tit to do the same. You grabbed his head with your hand and he took that as a signal that he could go harder. His teeth gently bit down on your flesh and caused you to wince in pleasurable pain. He used his other hand to trace circles on your stomach and hips, coming dangerously close to your cunt.

“I love feeling your skin baby. Every part of you is so fucking delicious, I could taste you forever.”

Bangchans tongue made its way to your collar bones and painted your skin once again with his marks before finally making his way to your lips. Before he could even plant his lips onto yours, you forced his head down to meet your wanting mouth. Bangchan moaned into the kiss and pressed his clothed body against your naked one, slotting his leg between yours. You used the fabric of his sweats to get yourself off while kissing him and he just smiled knowing you were using him to feel pleasure.

“My beautiful dirty girl.”

Bangchan moved his body up and away from you and caused you to groan in frustration.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Bangchans body moved down so his face hovered above your cunt and you got on your elbows to watch him. His wet lips planted kisses around your slit before he gently nudged his tongue in. Bangchans fingers spread your lips apart and his tongue licked a strip up your entire core causing you to arch your back and moan. He made direct eye contact with you as he flicked your clit dangerously slow, causing you to flex your legs and close them around his head.

“You taste so good, baby. All of you is so fucking delicious. I can’t ever get enough of you, my goddess.”

The nickname caused your entire body to jerk and his tongue returning to your slit made it worse. Bangchan placed a finger in your cunt and started slowly moving it before placing a second. His tongue worked your clit so perfectly that you couldn't catch your breath correctly.

“Ah Chan! Fuck, you feel so good!”

Your moans riled him up as he picked up his pace, moving his now three fingers at an insane speed and his tongue matched. Your body convulsed upward and you held yourself up with one hand and put the other on his head to bury him more into you.

“Chan fuck Im gonna cum!”

Bangchans eye contact told you you were allowed to, and you released on his fingers. He slowed his fingers and tongue and your body fell back as you rode out your high. You thought he would be done but he had other plans.

“I wanna worship you more.”

His tongue returned to your clit and his fingers rammed themselves into you. Your overstimulated cunt fluttered around his fingers and your legs threatened to close but his head stopped them. He was drowning in you, falling deeper into you, and there was nothing you could do to stop him. Bangchan moaned into you, clearly getting off to you squirming for him. His eyes rolled back to his head as he mumbled into your cunt.

“Fuck baby I can’t believe youre mine. You taste like fucking Heaven.”

His fingers never faltered and soon enough you felt your second orgasm approaching.

“Chan fuck Im- ah!”

Your sentence couldn't even make it out of your throat due to the powerful orgasm washing over you. Bangchan let you ride it out then stopped his movements. He stood up and hovered to kiss you again. Your hand made their way down to his dick which was painfully hard in his sweats. He took your hand away from his crotch.

“Let me worship you, I don't need anything from you, baby. Just you letting me touch you is enough.”

You kissed him again and grabbed his cock through his sweats.

“You can fully worship me by fucking me.”

With that, he quickly stripped and hovered over you.

“Give me all of you, make me yours Chan.”

His eyes fluttered back at your words and he positioned his cock at your entrance. With one swift movement he was inside of you. Your back bent and Chan put his hand to support you before kissing you.

“Tell me when you want me to move.”

You took a couple deep breaths before speaking.

“Chan, fuck me.”

He didn’t hesitate to pull fully out of you before drilling into you again and starting a steady pace. His hips rocked into yours and you moaned loudly. His moans erupted beautifully and that was one of your favorite things about Chan, he wasn't afraid to be vocal with you. Your moaning in sync was the sexiest thing youve ever heard and with the sound of him fucking you to accompany it, you felt as though you could cum again already. He was feeling the same way and started fucking into you faster.

“A-ah fuck baby youre so fucking prefect. You wrap around me so perfectly. I was made for you. I was made to worship you.”

He took a while to fully speak due to his moaning and his stuttering but he made sure to remind you how beautiful you were with everything he did. He buried his fingers in the flesh of your hips and you wrapped your arms around his neck and both of you felt your climax approaching.

“Ah Chan I’m-“

“Me too! Cum for me please I want you to cum!”

You came on his dick and your contracting walls caused him to release his cum into you. You loved the feeling of him releasing inside of you and it helped you ride out your orgasm. Your arms unwrapped themselves from Bangchans neck as you fell back. He almost fell too but held himself up weakly by his elbows.

Chans eyes were shut and it allowed you to admire his face even through slightly blurry eyes. His hair clung to his forehead, his lips glistened, his eyelashes sat perfectly, and his mouth was open as he gently breathed.

He was beautiful.

He was perfect.

He deserved to be worshiped but that would have to be for another time.

(I appreciate any likes, comments, and reposts!!)

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #bang chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #christopher bang #bangchan hard thoughts #bangchan hard hours

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tngrayson · 9 months

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Tuesday

A/N: A little something I found during a desktop cleanup. This is OLD, but I thought I’d post it anyway.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warning: Angsty

Word Count: 650

Summary: Sam just loves Tuesdays (Sarcasm)

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“Wake up, Sammy. It’s Tuesday,” you say, leaning down to kiss his cheek to wake him gently.

Sam wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and sighing contentedly. “Morning.”

“Is that…bacon?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Come on, Jody’s making breakfast.”

Jody had asked the three of you to come to Sioux Falls yesterday evening. You were all packed up and heading over before she could even tell you why she wanted you there, and when you finally arrived in the middle of the night, she had insisted that you all get some rest first.

You and Sam joined Dean and Jody in her kitchen. The boys sat at the table, Dean with his coffee, and Sam with the smoothie Jody handed him as soon as he walked in. While you helped Jody put the final touches on breakfast, Asia’s ‘Heat of the Moment’ comes on. Dean snatches up his phone to change the song. “Sorry, Sammy.”

Sam grimaces, briefly remembering the torture that Gabriel put him through all those years ago.

“So, Jody, why’d you call us over here? Got a case for us?”

The doorbell rings suddenly, pulling everyone’s attention for a moment. “That’d be Bobby,” Jody mentions.

“I got it,” you say, putting down the knife you were holding to run and answer the door.

Sam gets up, grabbing your arm before you can leave the kitchen. He pulls you close, taking his time to breathe in your scent. “Don’t get that.”

You laugh, a little confused. “Why? It’s just Bobby-“

“It’s not Bobby.” Sam’s words have an odd sense of truth and finality to them, but you make to answer the door anyway. Sam grabs your arm again, hard enough to hurt this time. “Please.”

Dean and Jody tense, uncomfortable with Sam’s sudden shift in behavior. Dean’s voice sounds like a threat. “Sam…”

Sam realizes what he’s done and jerks his hand away from you as if your skin were searing hot against his own. Absently, you rub your arm where he grabbed you. The doorbell rings again, and Sam bites his lip in anticipation. Bracing himself for what’s on the other side.

“Okay, consider me spooked, Sammy. What the Hell’s going on?”

He spares a glance at Jody and Dean in the kitchen. They’re completely still; frozen in time. For some reason, you haven’t noticed.

“It’s a Demon.”

“You sure it’s not just Bobby? I mean, Jody just said-“

“I’m positive.”

“What else are you positive about, Sammy?”

“It’s gonna kill you,” he finally breaths.

The doorbell rings again, and you hear Bobby. “You idjits gonna let me in or not?”

Sam shudders at the sound, and a solitary tear slips down his face. He gives you this terrified look that almost breaks your heart right there on the spot. “Don’t answer it,” he practically begs, “Don’t let it in this time.”

“This time?”

Sam nods. Every morning, I wake up here. Jody’s making breakfast, that god awful song comes on, that thing comes to the door…and it kills you.”

“Like the Mystery Spot?” you ask.

“Worse. I don’t always wake up as soon as it happens. Sometimes it’s the end of the day, or the next two days. Whenever I naturally fall asleep.

“Gabriel’s dead, the world isn’t ending, I’ve prayed to everything I can, and I’ve tried to make deals. Nothing changes it.”

“How many times have I…”

“Too many,” he says, looking down at you. “I can’t—don’t make me do this again,” he pleads.

“I have to,” you say, walking to the door. Your hand touches the knob and-

“Sammy!” Dean’s standing next to his bed in the bunker. Sam finally comes to in a cold sweat. As he calms down from the nightmare, he looks around the room and the only sign you were ever there is the photo on the bedside table. Reality sets in and Sam remembers that you died years ago.

“I still miss her too.” Dean says, reminiscing as he picks up the photo.

#spn #spn fanfic #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #jody mills

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choicesmc · 2 months

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A Morning Together

MC: Fiona Lightwood Book: Laws of Attraction Word Count: 819 Summary: A slice of an ever-rare, ever-fleeting morning spent between lovers. Banner: Visiting the Morning Glories by Joe Mandrick Taglist: @choicesmonthlychallenge Warnings: Nothing explicit but allusions towards sexual activities.

Fiona groaned, hands groping for warmth on the other side of the bed. The morning sunlight coaxed his eyes open, making him intimately aware of the empty space beside him. Stretching his arms to the sound of chirping birds, Fiona looked around the room as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He was in a bed. But his bed had curtains that kept the sunlight from waking him up too early. His mattress was far more plush than the one he was currently on. And his bed had dark green covers, not the plain white ones that were scattered on this bed.

More than that, nothing in this room was recognizable. No, this was most certainly not his room. It took a minute for last night to sink in, for Fiona to remember that this was Gabe’s room and the events that’d led him into spending the night.

His fingers lightly traced the fast-fading impressions the rope had made against his skin. Slivers of their evening together came rushing back and, based on his memories, it was a night well spent.

However, none of that gave him even half a clue where Gabe was now. Slowly climbing out of bed, Fiona tossed on yesterday’s dress shirt. It wasn’t ideal but for now it was okay.

The apartment was cluttered. Gabe had stuffed every corner full with stacks of papers or briefcases. The hallways were almost lined with them, though the occasional pair of shoes showed up in odd places.

More impressively, none of the stacks of things seemed to have been toppled over. Last visit, at least, he hadn’t remembered Gabe’s apartment looking half as crowded and last visit was only a few weeks ago. Fiona made a mental note to ask Gabe about it later as he opened the fridge.

A pair of hands slipped around his waist as a familiar, charming voice said, “I thought you’d sleep until afternoon.”

Fiona hummed, the soft scent of forest pine tangled with a new floral scent, “Is that why I woke up alone, love?”

“I thought I’d be back before you woke up,” Gabe admitted, the rough stubble on his chin delightfully scratching Fiona, “I got something for you.”

Raising an eyebrow, though Gabe couldn’t see it, Fiona responded, “Oh?”

Gabe held Fiona’s waist, gently turning him around.

A bouquet of morning glories glowed in the morning light. Each vibrant, dark purple petal faded into a gorgeous purple-pink just as the petal met the stems. Their faint fragrance highlighted their daintiness as Fiona carefully touched one of the many trumpet-shaped flowers.

“An apology, I was a little rough last night,” explained Gabe, hand carefully intertwining with Fiona’s free one, “I wanted to apologize right after but you were spaced-out.”

Warmth flooded Fiona’s face, “Nothing I didn’t ask for as I remember it.”

“I know,” Gabe chuckled, pressing a kiss to Fiona’s knuckles, “Trust me, I remember that all too well.”

Those deep brown eyes looking up from underneath his lashes was a little too much for Fiona this morning. He turned away, clearing his throat before speaking, “Don’t be too apologetic.”

He flashed a sharp smile, his voice dropping to a tainted tone he knew put shivers through Gabe, “I’m already planning my revenge.”

The corner of Gabe’s mouth turned up, taking Fiona’s words as a challenge rather than a threat, “I expected nothing less.”

“We have all day,” Fiona murmured, leaning into Gabe, “You said it yourself. You were too rough with me, darling. How naughty of you.”

Gabe’s breath hitched before giving into a groan, “Fiona I can’t– Don’t run me ragged. I need rest.”

Fiona paused, savoring the moment before pulling away with a laugh, “What, does your back hurt too?”

“I’m forty, Fi, not old.”

“Sure,” Fiona patted Gabe sympathetically, though he wasn’t done teasing, “Let’s scrounge something to eat. Is oatmeal okay with you?”

“Fiona.”

“Ah, prune juice then?”

Gabe only glared, pointedly putting out one egg, one plate, and his small frying pan, “I’m making breakfast for one.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Fiona apologized, though the smile wouldn’t leave his face, “My incredibly handsome, mature, kind boyfriend wouldn’t leave his boyfriend to starve while he feasted, right?”

Gabe pulled a second egg and a second plate.

“Thank you,” Fiona said, planting a small kiss on Gabe’s cheek.

Though his frown hadn’t quite left, Fiona didn’t miss the small smile that softened his expression.

Seeing Gabe behind the stove, warm sunlight pooling in, and with nowhere to be for the next twenty-four hours was a rare occurrence. Taking days off wasn’t something the both of them did easily and when they did they didn’t spend the mornings together.

Mornings like these were fleeting. Each and every one of them was a memory Fiona treasured more than anything and this one would be no exception. Gently lifting the bouquet, Fiona murmured to himself, “Morning glories? Such an odd choice.”

heh, this was a very soul-feeding fic. A bit longer than a drabble but wrote it to distract me from a longer series and it worked 👍 A n y w a y, hope y'all enjoyed!!

Morning Glories can symbolize the beauty of fleeting happiness which I thought was really fitting for this fic. Does Fiona know flower language? No. Does Gabe? Yes. Does he know Fiona doesn't know? No. It's one of those things Gabe thinks everyone knows a little about and just never checks...

#fanfic #fiona lightwood #laws of attraction

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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First Kiss

Characters: Henry Morgan (@homecomingvn) x Reader

Pov: you’re just chillin’ with your good buddie Henry, your best friend. One you may have had like a tiny little crush on… You’re whining about how you haven’t had your first kiss, complaining on and on about all these hopeless guys who’ve never liked you back.(Am I indulging myself? Ofc i am) or relationships you couldn’t pursue because you had academic pressure on your back? (ok now im totally projecting)

Fic under the cut! Have a good time reading !!

You were sprawled out on Henry’s bed, whining about how post-secondary school was kicking your ass, how life was kicking your ass, a lot of things that were kicking your ass. To be fair, adulthood seemed much better in YA novels and shows compared to… ugh, reality. Honestly, why do they produce such bullshit to make it seem fun?

“Buttercup, I’m sure things’ll get better for you! Just give it some time, mhm?” Henry added on while you noticed you had grumbled that last line of thought out loud. They then turned all his attention back to his FNAF game before you let out a wistful sigh.

“At least they make it seem so… rose-tinted. What I would do to actually have a love life, I swear to God.” You combed your hands through your hair, the summer heat making you perspire more on your friend’s bedsheets as you groaned at the thought. “Dude, I can’t believe I’m this old and I still haven’t had my first kiss. God, what am I even waiting for at this point…?” You dejectedly mumbled the last part to yourself.

Henry, albeit barely noticeable, perked up at the word ‘first kiss.’ They could hear the discouragement in your voice, ears picking up on that last note. “Well, guess we’re both hopeless romantics then…”

“I don’t know, I’ve always thought that there’d be this great guy waiting for me when I got old enough. He’d want nothing more than to be the best partner, and he’d just sing my praises. I know it’s kind of…” You flushed a little at your wording, “Self-serving. I know you care about me and all! But it’d be nice to have someone care about me romantically. Ugh, my expectations are too high, aren’t they?” You sat back up, legs dangling off the edge of the mattress, hands fiddled with in your lap.

Were you being too obvious on what you were trying to signal him? You wanted a partner, a boyfriend even, and your best friend would be so perfect and you really wanted him to at least reject you and give you closure rather than drag this out. But if things turned out positively? Well, that’d just be a cherry on top.

He totally wasn’t your first friend and first love. Totally not the only one who you would never outwardly confess to without prompting. Totally not the one that you’ve loved since childhood.Totally not the one who made all your past loves pale in comparison. Totally not th―! You were getting distracted.

“Yeah, don’t think anyone would wanna kiss me…” You muttered to yourself under your breath.

Henry quickly paused his game. He wanted nothing more than to jump out of his seat and say ‘I want to be the best partner! I want to sing your praises! I care about you romantically! If I’m not good enough, you can do anything to fix me! I’ll be whatever you want me to! I’d make sure no one could ever hurt you again! If they did, I’d make them pay suffer rethink their decisions!’ But that would come off a little too desperate. He’s waited years for you.

It wouldn’t kill to wait a little longer.

Well, if only he knew how much you liked him. He was a little… dense when it came to others trying to court him, after all, he never thought that he’d be the object of someone else’s affections. Henry hummed out their reply after some thought, trying to subconsciously hint that there’s someone out there who’d love to be your partner. Even if he didn’t outwardly say it was himself. “I don’t think they’re too high. Maybe there is someone out there perfect for you. Besides, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You sarcastically chuckled with no malice behind it, “Maybe all the people I’ve liked in the past?”

He opened his mouth, sputtering rebuttals, “Well that’s because they were clearly all blind! They just have no taste! You know what?” He gets out of his chair and stands in front of you, pointing an accusing finger at your window.

“What?” You raised an amused and curious eyebrow at his mild aggression to your past crushes.

Still gesturing to the window, he referred to your past admirations. “Clearly, they’re just dumb, because I would totally kiss you! And I would enjoy it!” He puffs out his chest in some sort of… pride at his words before realizing what he said. “Uh.” After a single noise from him, his face almost erupts into a bright red. “I- wow, um. I- Yeah, uh…”

As he struggled to mentally compute what he had just said to you, to your face, (oh my god he was going to die from rejection or embarrassment or even both, ahhh―) and how you were gonna react, you were in our own world.

Everything going through your brain was a disorganized chaos alarm that had only one cohesive thought.

Which was to shut up his mumbling by kissing him.

And so, that’s what you did. No fear, no hesitation, no consequences. You snaked your hand up to the back of his neck, feeling a couple of goosebumps. You gave him chances to pull away as you drew your heads closer together. Your fingers entwined themselves into strands of his golden hair, nails gently raking his scalp.

Fuck, you left him breathless. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he swore his heart stopped for that solid second. The question ‘Is this okay?’ was left unsaid, but not unheard when he gave you a shaky whine in response, “Please, yes…” was muttered from the pretty lips of his. Pretty lips that you were about to kiss.

It was inexperienced and a little awkward at first, teeth clacking against each other awkwardly as you both got a feel for what you were trying to do. It was chaste as you pulled away rather quickly to see a very flushed Henry begin to open his eyes that were closed to soak up all the pleasure before you went back in for another, his eyes fluttering wide in surprise.

“Hhn—?” You pulled on his scalp a little, tilting your head to the side so you could slot your mouths together a bit more easily. He jolted a little before slowly hovering his arms around your waist before deciding to settle them there. He keened and pulled you closer to him until there was barely any space between the two of you.

Of course, oxygen was, unfortunately, necessary for one to survive and that need had caused you to pull away from him. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, as you drank up the sight of a dazed Henry who looked back at you with reverent eyes, clearly more than interested in continuing kissing you.

You soaked up all the attention before gently booping him on the nose, “You enjoy that enough?” You gave him a small teasing grin, regardless of your internal panic over how that was your first kiss, with the first guy you’d been friends with, with the first guy you ever really loved like that. God, maybe YA shows weren’t bullshit?

He stammered, light puffs of air passed through his mouth as his eyes darted everywhere except towards yours.

You weren’t that bad at kissing… you hoped. “Was I so good at kissing you that I took your breath away?” You instantly cringed at your words as they slipped out of your mouth. Why did that seem so cheesy?

After a moment of silence, he quietly mumbled, “...yeah.”

You could feel heat rise to your face at his reply. He was too adorable to not tease and he was too honest for his own good.

“... That was my first kiss too.” He quietly admitted. If it was to you or to himself, neither of you knew. “I’d been saving it for you, buttercup.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at the implications of his statement, hope filling your eyes. “Well, there’s no easy way to say this. Henry, I’ve liked you for years now. It was on and off, if I’m being honest. But you’ve always been the one constant in my life, you’ve always been there for me, supported me. Henry, I really, really, really do like you. I, uh—” You paused, it was so much harder to confess after you had kissed, because it was usually the other way around first. “Will you date me?”

He held a shaky hand to his mouth to barely hide the biggest grin on his face before exclaiming in elation, “Of course, buttercup, a thousand times yes.” He gently began peppering your face with soft, chaste kisses. The temples of your face, the crown of your forehead, the corners of your eyes, the tip of your nose before planting a soft gentle one on your lips.

He picked you up and sat laid on the bed, before getting you to lie beside him as he draped his arms over your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He snuck his head into the crook of your neck and let that guide him to sleep.

“D’you mind if we take a nap, love?”

“Geez, already pulling out the ‘L word,’ Henry? You move quick!” He could feel your laughs reverberate through your chest as you looped your hands around his waist. “Of course we can take a nap. All that excitement tired me out for sure…”

He looked over your shoulder, pulling your warmth closer to him, to see a picture frame with a photo of the two of you.

He had been patient for so long. Clearly, it had paid off.

A/N: AUGH THIS TOOK ME LIKE 4 HOUrS I'M SO SORRY I MEANT THIS TO RELEASE ON JUNE 28TH BUT THEN I WROTE TOO MUCH AND COULDN'T STOP. (1.6k words i think? uGH AND THATS NOT A LOT OF WORDS BY MY STANDARDS EITHERRRR--)

Once again, go check out Henry Morgan from @homecomingvn's tumblr !! They are very cool !! Also I hope you don't mind that I tagged you, I can always remove it if you'd like?

#henry morgan #homecoming vn #henry x reader #henry morgan x reader #fluff content #✨ full fic

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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... but i’m not done yet falling for your fools’ gold.

pairing: rockstar!bucky x rockstar!reader

He looked up from his guitar and to the girl sat on top of the drum kit case. Bucky often found himself distracted by her ever since the day she was brought aboard the band. She just had this air about her, the feeling and energy of someone who refused to be ordinary, who refused to settle down for the comfort and instead followed after whatever it was her heart desired at the moment. He was hopefully infatuated with her, writing every and any song he wrote about her. She just had that factor, that almost mythological ease of being his muse. He’d never admit this to her out loud, he’d never even admitted himself just how in love he was with her as well, instead choosing to just call it infatuation. However, the truth was that he was finding himself once again distracted by this woman who was doing nothing that would gather any attention. She was just being herself, legs swinging as she spoke to the bass player with unkept hair and Bucky was as hooked on her as any bad habits on an addict.

Suddenly, she stood up, her wood platform shoes becoming the only thing he can see as he pretends to be back to the crumbled piece of paper on his legs with crossed out lyrics and chords in various shades of blue and black. She took a seat next to him, her eyes skimming over the what he’d written before a playful smile drew itself on her cherry bitten lips which made his weak heart wonder if she’d been kissed by someone other than him.

- Writing love songs, loverboy? - her voice, teasing yet sincere was always the thing that he loved most about any song. It wasn’t traditionally feminine, instead she almost spoke like an old time femme fatale, low and raspy tones; yet, he never found anything more beautiful than the sound of her voice breaking through silence.

- Can’t be all about sadness and doing cocaine. - he tried to keep the conversation short. - Some people enjoy love.

- Are you not gonna include me in that “some people”? - she looked at him with those eyes that made everyone fall in love with her. - I enjoy love songs, you just don’t seem to be the guy who likes to write them.

- Why is that?

Bucky knew why it was that. It was not a surprise that he was a man who was, in certain terms “free loving”, or at least had been until he met her. He didn’t apologise for how he had been, he liked sex, he always enjoyed it and he was not gonna start apologising for having it. He just didn’t settle down and was the only one in the band not to be in a relationship. It wasn’t that he was against commitment, he didn’t particularly need a long term exclusive romantic relationship to make himself happy - that is with some that wasn’t her. She was the only exception, she was the only woman he’d actually picture himself in a committed relationship with. Truth was, Bucky did not want to wake up everyday to the same person in his bed if it wasn’t Y/N. He knew how this painted him, free-loving, heartbreaking - mean, even. He didn’t care how he was perceived, if he was being honest. He didn’t care at all - he’d stopped caring a long time ago.

- Don’t make me say it. - she smirked at him, her eyes skimming through the lyrics once more. - You know I’m a bad liar.

- You can attempt your own love songs, blossom. - he watched her face like he usually did whenever the two of them ended up together in bed. He’d learned and memorised every detail, every expression. - Are you alright?

- Remember Clara? - she looked up at him.

He didn’t remember her that well. He knew Clara had been in a band with Y/N before Y/N had left to join their band, he remembered a short, red-headed girl but they’d exchanged only greetings.

- She’s getting married. - she folded her legs, knee against her chest. - Got the invite last week. Our old bass player.

- What? Need a date to the wedding? - he teased.

- No. It just made me think ... you know, a few years ago I thought that’d what I’d be doing by 26. Getting married and getting the house in the burbs. It’s just funny to watch someone I knew do it. I’m sure I saw her attempt doing coke upside down.

He sighed, looking at her, taking her in like he’d never done before. Sure, he knew what he felt about her but as he opened his mouth, he felt he was signing and sealing his fate - a fate which he was uncertain she would accept.

- I’ll wait for your, blossom.

- Buck ... - she sighed. - I told you, we can’t. The band ...

- I know. - he interrupted her, his blue eyes looking into hers which had inspired millions and thousands of chord pairings in his mind. - And I will wait for you, blossom.

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky x reader #bucky/reader #bucky x you #bucky/you #bucky/y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastan stan x you #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan imagine

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nightowlfandom · 1 year

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Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Todoroki Pt1

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Triggers- Fem! Reader, talks of cheating, violence,

Episode-PROLOGUE| Episode-Deku| Episode- Bakugou

Leggo!

Now playing- Episode: Todoroki

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O.R.C.H.I.D- Kink Unlocked : Temperature Play

(Flashback)

“Y/N please let’s talk about this!”

“Talk about what?!” you snapped. “The fact that I FOUND you with your tongue down some girl’s throat?” your voice wavered. “AND DO NOT TELL ME IT WAS FOR THE CAMERAS.” you held out a threatening finger. “How could you do this to me?”

“Y/N I would never! I didn’t! My agency thinks I should be with her to boost my reputation! They probably fabricated the whole thing with someone who looked like me!”

“What did you say in response?” you asked. “When they said it...what did you say?”

He was silent.

“So this is about your fucking agency.” you laughed harshly. “Forget old quirkless Y/N and her clumsy ass...do you think that excuses what you did?”

“Y/N this isn’t about you being quirkless- Maybe to them but-!”

“I don’t believe you...you were wearing the bracelet I gave you for your birthday that one year...the one you suddenly lost the minute you went mainstream...Remember?”

“Maybe the others are right...you’re probably just insecure but that doesn’t mean-.”

Your face faltered as those words left his lips. “Insecure?” You cut him off. “...M-me being hurt that I saw you or someone I thought willingly kissed someone else for publicity is me being insecure?” you dared to ask. “Me already having to deal with people telling you I’m a charity case...is that it?” you crossed your arms.

“That’s not what I said-”

“THAT’S HOW IT SOUNDS...I watched you kiss her like you kiss me...without so much as a hitch!”

“Y/N you’re emotional right now. Let’s please talk about this! How can I prove to you-”

(Flashback end)

“Y/N? Y/N!” Izuku waved his hand in your face, snapping you out of your daze. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I didn’t. What did you say?”

“I said you did a good job on the heist.” he repeated himself. “In both regards.” he winked. You felt your face heat up. “How did everything go?”

You all had returned to the warehouse. You had been zoning in and out since everyone was talking about...shit- who cared.

“A few troublemakers but I made short work of them.” you replied. “They weren’t well armed at all.”

“Well thanks to your device, we were able to successfully extort that asshole and get what we wanted, what was it’s name again?” Tenya asked.

“O.R.C.H.I.D. Short for Operative Really Cool Hyper Intelligent Device....I was 16 when I thought of it don’t judge me. She’s the most powerful super computer in the world.”

“What made you build her?” asked Izuku.

“I was build as a homework helper for Y/N while she was still in school. Then she gave me hyper intel to allow me to interact as humans do...along with this totally fabulous style.” the silver haired avatar gloated.

“Aren’t you scared she’d turned against you?” Shoto asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Y/N is my creator...I’d never turn against her...you on the other hand. One command and you’re all dust.”

“She’s kidding.” you shook your head. “O.R.C.H.I.D, behave.”

“They all have muscles, they shouldn’t be scared.” your A.I rolled her eyes.

“Okay, you’re being muted.” you pressed a button that completely folded up your super computer back into a laptop sized disk.

“That still impresses me no matter how many times I see it.” Izuku shook his head.

“T-thanks.” you stared down at your fingers. “Not that I’m grateful to be here but, do I actually have a place to sleep or am I just gonna stay here with a blow up mattress.” you half joked.

“Oh we all have our own bedrooms. I’ll show you yours now if you want.”

“That’d be great.” you nervously smile.

“G’night Y/N~” Denki sang as you passed him. “Feel free to come to my room any time.”

“No one is gonna let me live this down are they?” you whispered to yourself.

You got your answer in the form of a smack to your ass, courtesy of Katsuki who hadn’t stopped smirking since all you to the warehouse. Of course. “Y/N is easily the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.” he boasted, not caring if you could hear.

“God the things I’d do to her-”

“You and me both dude.”

“I can’t wait to bed her over and-”

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Go die, Shoto.” you spat in response as you and Izuku left the board room.

“Dude what did you do to make her hate you so much?” Kirishima asked as you walked farther down the hall. You and Izuku stopped outside a door with your name written on it in black permanent marker.

“It’s not much, but-”

“It’s perfect.” you waved him off. It was twice as big as the shoebox bedroom you used to live in. “A paint job is all it needs.” you nodded.

“Great. Um...I’ll leave you to it then...Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah Izu-” he cut you off with a very quick peck on the lips.

“I’m really glad you’re here...really.” he grabbed your hand. “I really did miss my best friend.”

“I missed you too Izu.” your faced heated intensely like it did did when he gave you a heart-shaped cookie with your name on it for Valentines day once. “Just don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.” he whispered. “...Night.”

“....Have nice dreams.” you called quietly as the door closed. “ORCHID, set up.”

“Setting up!”

You grabbed your handheld keyboard as you sat on the cute little twin bed they had picked out for you. “Why am I doing this?” you sighed. “I’ve always fought for the greater good.”

“...Well, and I’m sorry to say this...the greater good hasn’t treated you well since you were a child and I was only as big as a cellphone helping you with your homework. I know I’ve been against this...but maybe you should be making the world pay.”

“Weren’t you just reprimanding me for doing this like 12 hours ago? anyways...That’s what I’m afraid of. What if I have to fight the people I call my friends.”

“According to my data, no one in your graduating class has taken up hero work. All of them are imprisoned...or doing the devil’s work.”

‘Really?” you raised an eyebrow. “So it was only me and my naivety. I guess I thought since I finally got a quirk of my own, I owed it to God or whoever else was listening...cuz I thought it was a blessing.” you began undressing yourself from your day clothes.

“When you built me, you promised to use my data to help people. But you never said which side you’d fight on...you’re allowed to change your mind at any time...remember that. I just want you to be happy.”

You nodded as your AI companion assured you. You missed your friends and Izuku was right. Humanity sucked ass. “Okay then.” you pulled your shirt over your head. “Fine.”

“Y/N, someone’s outside your door.”

“Huh?” you looked up at your screen.

“Not outside anymore.” a new voice grabbed your attention

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!” you sent a power blast at Shoto who had barged in.

“Too slow.” he smirked, stopping it with an ice shield. “To think I can encapsulate your quirk in my palms...much like I’ve encapsulated your heart, Y/N.” he hummed as he shut the door.

“GET OUT!” you yelled, not caring if the whole damn compound could hear. You hid behind your discarded clothes. “WHY ARE YOU IN HERE!”

“I assumed you were hungry so I was told to bring you dinner.”

“And you couldn’t knock like a regular FUCKING PERSON!” you seethed. You ran behind the bed and bent down grabbing a bunch of random clothes out of your duffel. “Or leave it outside the damn door!”

“I’ve been acquainted with your body on more than one occasion Y/N.”

You grumpily put of a pair of pajama shorts and the first shirt you saw sticking out. “Fuck off.”

“You kept my shirt?”

“Huh?” you looked down. It was a plain black button-up that you instantly recognized to be his. You stole it from him when you slept over at his place one night. “Whatever-”

“Y/N...” Shoto began. “Can we talk?”

“About what?” you crossed your arms. “I have nothing to say to you!”

“I never cheated on you...”

“This again!” you seethed. “Shoto, I am NOT worried about that right now.” You noticed he was holding a plate. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Pizza rolls and mozzarella sticks...your favorite midnight snack as I remember.” he smiled as he set it on the table.

There was an uncomfortable silence between us, and you hated it.

“Remember when we first met?” he broke the silence.

“How could I forget...” you huffed.

Flashback

“Need help with that?”

Your body froze as the helping hand came out of nowhere. The book you had been trying to reach was put in your hand with ease.

“Um...thanks!” you smiled nervously. You had already heard rumors from some of the girls around, but at the same time they told you not to get your hopes up.

“I’ve never seen you around here, I can only assume you’re new?”

“Mhm? Y/N L/N..I’m that quirkless girl you may have heard about.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t hear th-”

“Don’t lie. Please, it will make it easier for us to get along.” you laughed stiffly.

“S-sorry, I just didn’t think you wanted to talk about it.” he smiled. “If it’s any consolation, I also heard you were quite beautiful...”

“From who?”

“My conscious.”

“What?” you went wide eyed.

“I ...I don’t know why I said that....” he froze. “I’m sorry.” he rasped.

“N-no, that’s okay.” you giggled. “Um....I liked it.”

(End Flashback)

...

“To think we’ve come so far since then.” he mused.

“Well, things change.”

“To think something as trivial as a mistaken kiss-”

“Is that what you call it, you were practically dry humping the girl.”

“Oh, now you’re being dramatic on purpose.” he glared.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think the ‘unce unce’ music affected your brain too” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “Seriously, it’s like you don’t even remember!”

“Y/N...are we talking about the same instance?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am very lost right now.”

“Well you shouldn’t be! You’d think you’d remember your own birthday party!”

“Birthday party?...You’re not talking about the kiss?”

“Of course I’m not talking about the kiss! I’m talking about the club!”

For some odd reason he looked hella confused. “Y/N, what on Earth are you-”

“You don’t remember walking out of a club on your 18th birthday like 7 years ago? Before graduation?”

“Y/N, I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“You are so unbelievable!” You seethed. “You don’t remember being at The King of Hearts Club in Tokyo.”

“Of course I do, it was my birthday, but Y/N...I left like 3 hours after I got there to go to your place!”

“Oh really, because I went there after Bakugou called my phone saying you were drunk as hell and needed to be picked up.” you scoffed.

Now YOU were confused. How did he not remember?! “I wonder-....”

“Wonder what?” he asked.

“ORCHID can access video feeds...if she can get the footage- or at least coordinates”

“Already on it!” your AI companion spoke. “Shoto Todoroki entered The King of Hearts club at 8PM and left at 11:15PM”

Now you were even more confused. “But I got there at arounf 11:30...I SAW him!...Show me the camera feed! The Red Room is where I saw him.”

“Showing camera footage of The Red Room of the King of Hearts club Jan. 11th, 7 years ago.”

You watched in complete shock. The screen showed someone who very much looked like Shoto from the back, but what really killed you was the fact that the person you thought was Shoto morphed into someone else. You saw yourself on camera stomping off 45 seconds before he morphed back into someone completely different.

“My files show that the person in question has a quirk that allows them to take on the form of another.” O.R.C.H.I.D spoke. “They were arrested 3 years ago for attempting to impersonate the U.S president and is currently in the Los Angeles State Prison.”

You didn’t know how to feel, what to do, but you knew one thing....

Shoto was telling the truth...

“Oh my god.” you covered your mouth with your hands.

“I never cheated on you Y/N...I swear on my life.”

“I...I blamed you...I said I never wanted to see you again.” you whimpered. “I said those awful things to you.”

You felt your soul start to ache.

“No- don’t do what I think you’re about to do.” he ushered up to you and held the sides of your face. “Don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

“Shoto I spent the last 7 years of my life hating you-”

“And I sent the last 7 waiting for the day I could redeem myself.” he replied. “It’s not your fault, What you saw was your reality in that moment...whether you knew it or not. When you told me what you saw I knew something was wrong but I knew your trust in me was so fucked from the whole agency thing, that I couldn’t get you to believe me.”

You telling Izuku who also kicked his ass the next week wasn’t any help either....

“I- I...” you felt the tears sting your eyes.

“Shh, don’t cry...please don’t cry.” he began pecking your lips. “Shhhh.” He rested his forehead against yours, and you were full on crying now. He wrapped his arms around your, holding you close for the first time in years. He always wanted to do it, he just didn’t think it would be under this circumstance.

“I am so sorry.” you sobbed into his shoulder. “Shoto I-”

“Shh, it’s okay.” he laughed. “Please don’t cry...”

Shoto tightened his hold on you, but you couldn’t see him clenching his fists. Watching that footage sent a chill up his spine that could curdle blood. He spent years wondering what he did only to be framed...this wouldn’t go without a little visit to the states...but for a...courtesy visit...but first-

“Y/N...” he made you look at him. “Look at me.” he held your gaze. “Oh, I missed you so much baby~ Did you miss me?”

“Um....mhm.” you sheepishly nodded.

“Then...why don’t we celebrate a little...hm?”

“What do you mean by that?” you had completely forgotten your hunger at this point.

“Let me show you~”

... To be continued (Coming Soon)

I just wanted to say....um...thanks for being patient with me...um...I haven’t been okay...but I will be..I promise.

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