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*Falls down the stairs* I’m in love with the series you did of reader falling asleep on everyone and then the 1950s reader, my god…. What if Ignyhide was saddled with 1950s reader? Imagine how much of a headache Idia would have, while ortho is just trying to make sure all his information about the reader’s time period is correct 😆

"Get the Ibuprofen."

Summary: Idia thinks he's on crack because of you 💀

Ft. The Ignihyde members ✨

A/n: HII THANK YOU SO MUCH :D you're so kind omfg, I'm gonna cry /hj Anyways, Here you are! Ignihyde with 1950's reader or 1957 teenage reader, to be exact. Idia might be ooc but I hc he's the type to act like hades when he's confused.

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Everyone is as confused as you are, except that everyone is more of a violent reaction. It's Unnecessary, you know about that, which explains the look of disgust on your face with the headmage rolling around the mirror chamber, crying over how stressed he is and needing a break.

What a generous headmage. You thought. So then while he was dramatically running around the mirror chamber, he got an idea of what to do with you. He can bring you to Ignihyde, The dorm of diligence! They can use their diligence to figure why you're so confused.. Right?

Crowley clears his throat and drags you all the way to Ignihyde. It was such a long walk and you wondered how long will this man stop harrassing you. Also, Why are there so many students with those rectangle glowing front stuff?

You mumble to yourself the little question, but then you look around. What is this place? "Welcome to the hall of mirrors." Crowley shouts before clearing his throat again and back to dragging you again. You get dragged past in the mirror, then a place with.. Skeletons protecting the upside-down house?

Is this some kind of joke? But- How did you even walk in a mirror? Okay, Now you think you're dreaming. But why does this man's grip on you hurt so much? If it hurts then you should be waking up, does it not work like that? You think, what was the last time you did for this random thing to happen..

The gardening your parents asked you to do, walking back home from playing with kids in the other houses.. The horse and its carriage staring at your soul from the dark forest.. And the part when your friend knocked you out with a basketball. That's all you remember.

Wait, The horse? What was the horse even doing.. Is the horse the headmage? Because he looks like one. You snap back to reality, seeing so many glowing stuff on the wall.. What even are these?!

"Where's Housewarden Shroud?!" Crowley yells, in which all students point at the way to his room. "In his room, sir." They reply. You sigh again, back to getting dragged.

So now you're here, with two boys. With flame hair. And one's a robot. And now you're even more confused with the ear muffs on the taller boy looking so fancy. "What is this?" Idia asks the headmage, Crowley only shrugs. "Wow, So helpful." Idia sighs. Well crud, this'll take long.

"Well, This poor student was very confused in the mirror chamber and I, The generous headmage, needs a break from the stress." Crowley takes out a handkerchief and wipes non-existent tears. So fake and dramatic.. You mumble to yourself. You don't feel ashamed for thinking that way,

Because even the two flame-y haired boys are looking at Crowley with pure disgust. "Alright, You can leave now. Please leave. Please." Idia shoos Crowley, who immediately changes emotions. "Oh wow, you're willing to help, Mr. Shroud? Oh dear, Thank you! I'll be taking my leave now Byyyyyeeee~"

There. Then the Headmage disappears. A moment of silence while the three of you look at the door of Idia's room. "So am I dead?" You suddenly break the silence with a question. "No, You are not. Why do you ask?" Ortho suddenly appears with cold water, passing it to you. "Oh, Uhm.. Thank you, Young man. So.. I'm not dead?"

"Nope." Idia opens his phone, bored and tired. He didn't attend today's orientation because he was so bored and strangers were there. So he doesn't even know why he even tried to escape from that if you were gonna be in his room as a total stranger.

"Dear goodness.." You mumble to yourself. Ortho looks at your emotions, Your hair, and Accessories. "It appears the necklace you have was made in 1956." Ortho states. "Why yes, I bought this last year."

Idia chokes on nothing. "Last year?!" Ortho looks at Idia and blocks him from you with a chuckle. "Don't mind Nii-san. He doesn't know what he's saying. Hi! I'm Ortho Shroud!" Ortho bring a hand closer to you, as you and him handshake. "[Name]." You smile.

Ortho laughs, finally getting to the main point as he scans you. "Strange, I can't scan you.. Your information is outdated. I can scan your accessories, but it only says when it was invented based on the internet." Ortho whispers. "What do you mean about that?" Idia fixes his sitting position and crosses his arms.

"I mean that I can't seem to scan them, because it says in my vision 'failed to scan, information is outdated'."

Idia looks at you, then back to Ortho. "Jeez, I'm having a headache. I seriously don't understand, What does it mean by information is outdated?" Idia asks again. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, Nii-san. Unless you don't know what outdated means?" Ortho answers with a tone of irritation in his voice.

"Woah there now, I was just asking." Idia raises both of his hands in the air. "Hey, Excuse me, Mx. [Name]. May I ask what date is it for you today? Or.. Yesterday?" You put a finger under your chin. "I mean, it was the 22th of April yesterday, so.. April 23, 1957?"

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"1957?! ARE YOU KIDDING?!" Idia yells out. Ortho stares at you, blankly but you see a hint of confusion. "I see why it said outdated." Ortho mumbles. "Why? What's with all your faces?.." You ask. "Well, to start with, The time you're in right now isn't 1957. It's the future. For you, but for us it's the present." Ortho explains.

Ah.. Okay- Wait what?! "Pardon?" You tilt your head to the side. "Based on my research the reason of your confusion is the technologies, correct?" Ortho asks you. Well, That isn't half true but it also wasn't half false. "Yes?.." You mutter under your breath. "Wait so you've never touched a single device? Never? Damn.." Idia mumbles.

"Nii-san, Don't be rude. Anyways, Yeah, You're in the future that everyone thinks is the present. Where the technologies exist and trending." Ortho makes a quick pause, Thinking of what else to say.

"No drive-in theaters, People rarely use their typewriters and write in their mobile phone or notebook instead," He makes another pause. "And definitely no more kids safely playing on the road because there are alot of cars now." Ortho nods.

"Ortho, So you're just.. Fine with them literally coming from the past?" Idia puts his leg over the other. "Well, I don't see a reason why I should be mad, I don't think it's even their fault this all happened."

"Correct, I was walking on my way home when my friend knocked me out with the basketball they bought. Then I just woke up in the weird place with a bunch of coffins." You explain. This feels like an investigation, where you're the suspect and they're trying to get information out of you.

"Well, Talk about history and being ancient." Idia mumbles under his breath, As Ortho hits him lightly on the head to avoid hurting his older brother with his metal hand. "Nii-San! I'm gonna tell mother and father you're being rude again!"

"What? It's true. 1957 was more than 50 years ago."

Ortho thinks again. Well yeah.. He looks back at you. "Okay, I apologize for asking such question but, Are you sure your year is correct? H-here, I'll try to scan you again." Ortho stares at you, trying to get information out of you through scanning.

Idia waits for Ortho to finish. But suddenly Ortho just collapses on the floor, powering off. "ORTHO-" Idia shouts. It took a few seconds 'till Ortho powers on. "Never doing that again!" He sarcastically said with enthusiasm.

"DO WHAT??" Idia is terrified with you and Ortho. Did he just crash? Is he on cracks? Does he need the asylum? Hospital? Therapy?? Oh my goodness. He feels like he needs all of the above with you and Ortho.

"I was scanning them and suddenly I stopped working." Ortho gets back up, kicking his feet up to fly. Idia is now horrified with you. "W-well yes, My year is correct. I came from the past.." You answer, a sweat rolling down your cheek due to Ortho's random crashing.

"Oh my-.. Ortho."

"Yes, Nii-San?"

"Get the Ibuprofen." Idia whispers, holding two fingers on the side of his forehead. "I am needing it." He takes the medicine container from Ortho. "You can rest, I'll do this myself-" Idia cuts him with a hush and a finger on Ortho's mouth. "No." He replies to Ortho's suggestion.

"Here- Uh.. Let's just.. You in for learning about.. These?" Idia points at his phone, scrolling and a keyboard appearing. "Ortho, Lend them one of my phones." Idia sighs, crossing his arms. "Okay, Rich motherf-"

"ORTHO. WE'RE BOTH RICH."

"Don't care!"

Idia sighs again. "Sorry about Ortho. He gets so salty easily when he crashes like that."

"It's not a problem, I don't mind it, No.." You scratch your head as you laugh quietly. "Want me to teach you how to play video games?" Idia shows you his phone, a game logo appearing. "Oh, sure!" You clap your hands together. "Kay, so what you do is.."

Bonus: Idia's face when Ortho crashed

Author's End Note: Ortho being salty about life after he goes through the 'Ortho.exe has stopped working' thing is the biggest headcanon for me. Like imagine crashing then the next 5 hours is him being salty. Idia did not put that in Ortho's system. 💀💀

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my favorite distraction

unit chief spencer reid x reader

reposting as a whole new post bc i couldn’t link the second part before

originally posted March 25th 2024 i believe

The team was currently giving the profile and the way Spencer was speaking with such authority and confidence you’d never seen before. It was so hot. He had stubble on his face and his shirt was slightly disheveled from underneath his cardigan. After he’s finished speaking the cops leave to do their job. You and Spencer go back to the office you guys had been using to try to solve the case. Spencer realizes suddenly how warm it is in the station and goes to remove his cardigan. You are in shock as he starts taking it off practically drooling at the sight. Spencer, completely oblivious hands you his cardigan and asks you if you could hang it up for him. Without thinking you reply, “Yes, sir.” He gives you a funny look and you smack your forehead when you turn around. He thinks nothing of it until it happens again. This time back at the BAU. As the new unit chief he has a lot of paper work to get done. He doesn’t mind it he likes paper work. One thing stands out to him, one of your files is incorrectly done. You’re the only one still left in the office so he brings it down to you to correct your small mistake. You look up when he walks over to you. Oh and the way he walks, it always gets to you. Especially when he’s wearing a too tight shirt, like he is now. Uh oh he’s walking towards you. He hands you a file you had finished earlier.

Hey, I was just wondering if you could take another look at this for me, I think you made a little mistake right here,” He reaches over your shoulder to point at the misinformation. You nod at what he’s saying. “If you could please fix that and then get it back to me I would appreciate that.” He smiles at you and waits for your answer. Again, only thinking of his constricted biceps in that shirt you blurt, “Yes sir!” You put your head down immediately and get to correcting what he had told you to, until you feel his big warm hand on your shoulder. You look up and he’s staring you in the eyes, he breaks the silence.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what,” you whisper so softly he can barely hear your reply.

You keep calling me sir, I told you you don’t have to do that. It feels strange when we’ve worked together for 12 years. My desk used to be right there,” He points at Luke’s new desk. “Now it’s up there,” He raises his finger to Hotch’s old office. “Not much difference except the stairs.” You giggle without thinking. Wait maybe he didn’t intend that to be funny. NO. He breaks into a smile.

“You know, I would tell you why you keep calling me sir, but that breaks the rules of inter-team profiling.” You panic and feel sweaty at the prospect that he might know why you panic around him. “It’s you!” You blurt. His mouth opens in shock, “Me?”

YOU! I love those damn cardigans on you and your hair is so fluffy and you’re so warm!” He stares at you in shock still and you cover your mouth with your hands to stop more stupid stuff to come out. You stand up to make an escape but his hand slams on the desk in front of you to stop you. His other arm gets on your waist and he kisses you mindlessly. He stops suddenly and pulls away. You stand there with disappointment written on your face.

We can’t do that, ever again, at least not while both of us are still in the BAU.” He sighs.

“I’ll quit!” You blurt again.

He chuckles, “I can’t ask you to do that. I know you love your job.”

“I’ll transfer! Whatever you want me to do I’ll do it.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t do that. Well, it’s getting late. See you tomorrow.” He walks back to his desk and brings your now corrected file with him.

The next day

Spencer gets to his office early head still reeling after having replayed his moment with you the previous night. He feels terrible about it and wants to apologize. You’re not in yet since there’s no coffee cup on your desk like usual. Some part of him fears he may have scared you off. You two couldn’t be the same after that. He sits down and notices a paper on his desk. He skims through it.

It was your Request Of Transfer.

He picks up the phone to call you.

part two-

use of she her pronouns for reader but you could honestly replace any details some mature themes. 18+

Spencer was kissing you so passionately and aggressively you couldn't stand it. You wanted, needed more, you break away to rip your shirt off and he rips his open. Buttons flying. Then a loud sound right in your ear ringing so loudly you can barely focus on kissing him.

You open your eyes and you're in your bed, alone. Well not totally, your phone is ringing like crazy. Completely annoyed that whoever it was had interrupted your dream.

You check the caller ID. Spencer. Uh oh. What if he was angry you requested a transfer. He had told you quite firmly to not do that. Oh well how bad could him being angry be? He was really sexy when he was angry anyway.

You pick up and hear his even sexier morning voice.

"I thought I specifically said do not request a transfer."

Not angry. More nervous? Concerned maybe.

"I said I would do anything for you." You reply picking at your nail.

"No you said, 'Whatever you want me to do l'll do it,' I didn't want you to transfer."

"Well do you want me to quit instead?" You start fixing your hair in the mirror as though he could see you.

"No that's not- why are you doing this. Really. Is it me?"He still sounds nervous.

"Yes, because you said, and i quote "We can't do this while we both are in the BAU." You put your fingers up as air quotes even though no one can see you. Well except your nosey neighbor, Terry, who's always peeking at your window. You wave at her while Spencer takes a deep breath.

"Just come into work today. Alright?"

"Work? I'm unemployed right now!" You joke.

"Just come in here. Come to my office right away when you get here. I need to speak to you in person about this."

Feeling more confident you speak in a sultry voice, "Yes, sir." You hang up and go to get ready.

After you hang up Spencer is in shock at your last words.

"Yes sir" Why had those two words been so hot coming from your mouth. He feels a certain rush of blood between his legs and curses. His stomach felt all tingly.

Butterflies they call it, normally caused by stress or anxiety but this wasn't stress or anxiety. I don't feel that around her. It's the release of norepinephrine in your central nervous system but does that mean i'm in love with her? He thought. (had to google that one)

"I'm going crazy." He says out loud and rubs his face with his hands.

"You still seem to have all your marbles to me." He looks up as David Rossi walks into his office and shuts the door. He gives him a look that says, you can tell me. Spencer spills his guts to Rossi about the whole situation. Well except for the part about his enlarged crotch. When he's done Rossi sits back in his chair and is silent. He crosses his legs and fixes his cufflinks. Cartier, probably way too expensive. Spencer thinks. Rossi finally speaks. "You're not crazy kid, you're an idiot."

Spencer looks taken aback, and opens his mouth to talk when Rossi speaks again. "No I know you have an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words per minute so statistically you're not an idiot. I mean in love. You're an idiot in love and if you don't let her transfer you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. Not only that, she is going to do everything in her power to drive you insane until you let in. Save yourself the trouble and when you two get married you can host the wedding in my backyard." He pats Spencer on the back and stops at the door. "Oh and incidentally you're not fooling anyone having that book in your lap. Don't worry it's perfectly natural to have that reaction. Good luck." With that he shuts the door and Spencer's mouth is left open in shock. As Emily once said, IQ of 187 slashed to 60.

You get to the doors of the BAU and give yourself a little pep talk while staring at Spencer's closed office door.

You shake off the nerves and click-clack up the stairs.

You knock softly on his door but he doesn't get up and open it. He simply calls out, "Come in." You, being very mature, giggle at the word come and push the door open and step in. In a form fitting dress that makes you look very beautiful and in the most flattering color, you look like a literal goddess. Spencer almost loses his mind completely at this look on you. Was he dreaming? Maybe. Since you're walking around his office admiring his awards and PHDs, he discreetly pinches his arm and feels pain instantly. Nope not dreaming. You stop looking around and he motions you to take a seat. You look at the comfy chair in front of him. You opt for sitting on his desk instead. He stares in shock as you hop up on his desk and swing your legs. He stares at them and then at your face. He's not saying anything so you start a conversation. "Aren't you glad we're not cartoon characters?" He snaps out of it and says "Huh?"

"I said aren't you glad we're not cartoon characters.

“Otherwise we'd have to wear the same outfits all the time."

"Oh- oh yeah I guess i've never really thought about that before." He is confused why you would bring this up. This has nothing to do with why you're really there.

"Like if this was Scooby-Doo I probably wouldn't be wearing this ah-dorable dress!" You put emphasis on the adorable part. Which makes him look up, but this means his face is level with your chest which is also emphasized today. He chokes up and manages to stammer out, "Y-y-yeah," His adorable puppy eyes look at you. Trying to avoid what's in front of him.

"What's the matter Reid? Cat got your tongue?" You smirk at the fact you're making him forget everything he knows. This newfound power you have over him is insane to you. Deep down, he really is still the same man from all those years ago, before all the bad happened to him. Still just as nervous around breasts as he always had been. “Why don’t you sign my transfer request, send it in, and then come over to my place tonight for a rendezvous, hmm?”

He nods then realizes, “What, no?!”

“I'm gonna make your life hell then." You smile and walk away. He gulps. He has a feeling he knows what you're going to do.

Garcia briefs you of the new case but all Spencer can focus on is your hand creeping up his thigh. Then you pull it away and you lift your dress up right in his view. To anyone else it would seem you were adjusting the the hem but he knew you were doing it just to torture him.

Well he wasn't going give in. What were you going to do take your bra off in front of the team?

The real reason he didn't want to sign your transfer was because if he did, it would all change, which he wasn't big on. He likes the banter with you while on cases. It lightens the mood when he feels stressed. He likes you being in his sights at all times. If you transferred he wouldn't see you all day and if you were to pursue a relationship with him? He would definitely worry about you even more than he already does. Truth is, he's terrified.

On the jet you still didn't let up. Everyone knew Spencer liked his time alone on the jet to read after discussing the case so they usually let him sit alone and do his own thing. You weren't about to let him have a moment of peace. You stand next to where he's sitting. "Seat taken?

You say pointing at the one across. He looks up from his book and shakes his head. You tell him, "Actually I think I'll take this one," You point to the seat next to him and before he can protest. You're crawling over him to get to the seat next to him. Your butt bumps his book and knocks it out of his hand. He's so flustered and red it makes you chuckle into your hand.

He mutters, "Now I'm REALLY going to not sign your request off."

You blow him a kiss, "It's your funeral." He picks his book back up and you grab another from his bag and start reading it. You bring your arm up his bicep and drag it up and down, up and down. It's quite relaxing and he ends up falling asleep. Something he hadn't done well in a while.

He wakes up when the jet lands in Florida. Since it's summer it's especially hot. He half expects to see you next to him in a bikini but you're not there. and his book you had borrowed tucked neatly back into his bag.

Everyone gets to the precinct except you. He pulls Ju to the side, "Where is y/n?" He whispers. Nervous if you're up to anything.

JJ looks up, "We sent her to make the hotel arrangements." Uh oh He pulls his phone out, contemplating calling you, when the lieutenant walks in he puts his phone away and shakes his hand and introduces everyone.

When you walk back into the station wearing a normal tank top and jean shorts, Spencer thinks it looks like normal attire thank goodness. Your shirt isn't even cropped and the shorts are tight and a little short but hey it's hot out. He lets it go and figured you'd be too embarrassed to try anything. Especially with the case at hand. Which was just a con artist who had scammed people out of millions of dollars but he needed to be stopped.

Emily and JJ go to speak to some of the people who had Luke and Matt spoke to the rest. There was a lot. Rossi and Dr Lewis went out to the last known location of the Unsub to profile, while You and Reid set up an evidence board and draw a profile up. "Definitely a white male mid 30s-40s l'd say." Reid stares at the map of all the locations. Definitely you agree in your head. You only plan on distracting him for a minute. When he stands up straight, You slide past him brushing against him. His breath hitches. So that was why you had worn the shorts. Then it gets worse. Or better. He doesn't know yet. You throw a marker on the floor. "Oopsie!" You bend over to grab it and stand back up and then throw it again. "Oopsie again!" You yet again bend over to grab it and he grabs your arm and sits you down.

"I know what's you're trying to do," he starts.

You cut him off quickly, "What do you think I'm trying to do sir?" You push your arms together and pout. He lets out a quick breath and then notices JJ and Emily come back. "We have a suspect in custody!" Emily announces excitedly. JJ shakes her head and smiles.

"She found him peeking in the window while we were speaking with the James family and she chased him down the street, through a bush and kicked in a gate and slammed him down. She's pretty proud of herself." You laugh knowing how Emily loves taking unsubs down.

You guys take a break for the night to get some rest.

Spencer reaches his assigned hotel room and he opens it. Nothing unusual. One bed. You're not here, so at least he'll probably get some sleep without thinking of your hips. Shit. Just when he thinks he's safe you walk through the door holding your keycard, smirking. "You didn't think you'd be alone tonight did you?" He pushes his face into his hands and flops on the bed stomach first. "Oh no, I forgot you made the hotel arrangements." Then he starts laughing. You start to unpack your bag with everything you'd be needing for that night. Careful to not let him see a few select items.

You go get ready in the bathroom. Wearing a purple see through slip you decide to ditch the underwear and sleep with nothing under. When you get out of the bathroom Spencer is turned around bent over his go bag. "Nice butt," You say and he stands up slightly embarrassed,

"You like it huh?" Then he turns around and sees you and your lack of clothing. "Purples your favorite right?" He nods slowly taking it all in. You climb into bed. Spencer's so tired he doesn't even do a night routine and slides in next to you. The both of you fall into dreams immediately. When he wakes up he realizes his arms are hugging you close to him and you're snuggled together and you're so warm and comforting. Then he gets an idea which he will put in motion the second they get back to the BAU. He leaves the room before you wake.

When you wake up you're all alone. Wondering where he had gone you fear you may have done too much, taken it too far. Maybe you had scared him off and he had waited until you were asleep and changed rooms. What if he-

Theres a knock at the door to the room so you go to get up. As you do the bathroom door opens and Spencer comes out with just a towel around his waist. You had never seen him shirtless and you were drooling. He opens the door and thanks the man for the room service.

"Ordered you breakfast," He says rolling the tray to the bed. "Stay there." He commands and you throw your legs back into bed as he sets a tray over you and he pours creamer into your coffee the way you like. He stirs it for you and you don't think about why he might be doing it you just lay back and enjoy him making your breakfast perfect. He pours the syrup on your waffles and you think about making a joke but decide against it to not scare him off. Thank goodness he had just been in the shower when you woke up. If he really didn't want to pursue a relationship with you and let you transter what was the point in trying anymore?

Was he even attracted to you?

When you're done eating and back in the precinct you manage to prove it was this guy who had in fact conned everyone out of millions. He was now on his way to being sent to prison awaiting trial. On the jet home Spencer notices you've stopped hitting on him and acting sexy.

Now you're all covered up wearing a big sweater with sweatpants. He frowns at the thought that maybe you were upset he hadn't played along with your games. He had wanted to. You'll see when you get back to the BAU he would fix it.

You go back home Spencer having told everyone to go home and rest and take time to recuperate after working hard. You were a little bitter at this and upset he declined your offer to come over to watch a movie. You decide to just take care of yourself and reach into your drawer for your vibrator. You fall into bed and turn it on.

An hour later when you're done you put on a fluffy robe and make yourself a snack and start watching New Girl. When your phone rings. Spencer. You answer with, “What?” "I don't mean to bother you, but can you come into the BAU I know you're probably busy relaxing but-"

"I once told you l'd do anything for you." You smile to yourself, he DID want to see you.

"Ok but don't go to my office. I'm in the big conference room on the floor above the BAU." After hanging up you were about to grab your purse and go but catch a look at yourself in the mirror. No makeup, hair out of place and in a bathrobe! After quickly changing into something professional you hurry to the BAU and go one floor up to the room he had told you. You prepare yourself and then push the door open.

"Agent (Y/N)!" You see the Director, Aaron Hotchner. He shakes your hand, "It's nice to see you again. Reid was just telling me that he would like a few rules changed..." You look at Spencer who's smiling like a kid who's parents just told him he's going to Disneyland. "More specifically, Spencer requested the rules on relationships within the unit be changed. We wanted your input. I would allow you and Spencer to pursue this relationship while both of you still work in the same unit under the condition it doesn't affect the way the unit works. If I notice ANY misconduct between you two while on a case you will both be suspended and these rules reevaluated. Do you both understand me?"

"Yes I understand." You and Spencer say at the same time.

"Good. Sign here." Hotch cracks a smile and hands you a pen. You sign next to Spencer's scribbled signature.

"Good luck to you both."You hug him, "Hey are you and Jack going to JJ and Will's this Saturday? They're having a little get together!"

You ask when you pull away.

"Wouldn't miss it!" He says as he walks away and waves bye. Leaving you alone with Spencer. "Wow. You actually changed the rules to the game. I'm impressed." You cross your arms and he stands up and walks over to you and kisses you as passionately as he feels. You can't believe he did all that for you. In between the kiss you break away to tell him you love him "I love-"

"I know. I love you too."

2 months later

"Get on your fucking knees." You command. Spencer falls to the floor immediately when you walk in. He's ready to do whatever you ask. You crack your leather whip and he jumps. With every click of your stiletto boots, excitement grows within both of you.

He may be the boss at work, but at home? You were in charge.

again, reposting so it’s all one post!

(this was inspired by @mandarinmoons post here)

i ♡ sub spence i had to include it.

#in my mind hotch never left and became director of the fbi lol #criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #matthewgraygubler #repost

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deus-ex-mona · 2 months

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petition to let them fight over the ichigo au lait

#my bet’s on mona and her 2 cm height advantage #still can’t believe they shrunk yujiro im sobbbifngngng #t h o u g h! while we’re still cheering over the new mona mv!!!!!#can we all collectively agree to just… not repost/use moge’s ‘do not reupload’ illusts without permission?#stuff like. yk. saving the images and posting ‘em elsewhere/using them as your profile icons and such?#screenshots from vids and stuff are totally okay but not moge’s do not reupload twt/fanbox illusts h e lp #bc i just think it’s really unfortunate that moge has to make twt posts to address this when it’s clearly written as such on her illusts…#so let’s show respect to moge’s wishes and not reupload without permission okay~? link sharing should be fine i think but not reposting!!!#let’s agree to not be part of the problem of our goated illustrator #i mean i haven’t seen anyone on here reupload (i think) but it’s best to be aware of it just in case… i think #ahaha sorryyy i’ll get back to idol sengen… though. um. tling it should be fine… right? since it’s official media and such…#uhhhhhhhhhh well. um. at least i’m not making profits off tling it? i earn enough from my day job i s w e a r

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risingsunresistance · 2 years

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blood god techno... drippy :]

#ough i have So Much to say about what's going on here #first of all the bone wing thing is about dragon techno so you can ignore that. that's for me JDHKFH #nether star included in the halo bc hehe nether creature #the eyes represent the voices. they usually either mimic him or just stare at him :0 #they are inspired by yuker bc i loved seeing the eyes always hover around text boxes n stuff in their comics #i would @ them but. well they deactivated. and also plenty of ppl use eyes so feels unnecessary to say ONE person inspired me #still. wanna give credit where it's due lol #THE BLOOD it just kinda generates. it's just Like That. it's not coming from anywhere and it isnt going anywhere #think of it like splatoon ink. just evaporates after a while #''why didnt you color this goat'' he literally just looks like that. think of it like a ghost. or a literal 2d image #casts himself onto walls JHFKFH #this all came from a bunch of different stuff but mostly the fact that everyone started calling him THE blood god #some hypixel lore had me convinved he was a worshipper but some admins and stuff have said things that make me think that's changed #so. the halo was handed down to him. title passed on :]#and SOMEONE forgot to tell a certain pig what he can actually do with his powers. so he has no idea how to be a god KHDKFH #i've rambled abt this a lot on priv. might repost them here if i feel like it #just to explain better #if you couldnt tell this is pary to do with his passing but im trying to avoid mentioning it too much #bc i dont want this to come off as a vent #technoblade #my art #rising sun #this is like 50% skyblock fanart i swear you gotta believe me

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sonknuxadow · 2 months

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every time someone on the internet lies about surge's origins to prove that sonic is canonically trans an angel loses its wings

#well i guess lying isnt the right word. spreading misinformation would probably be more accurate #but its still annoying #especially considering the surge being a clone of sonic misconception being so widespread #can be traced back to one specific tumblr post that blew up and got reposted everywhere #that non sonic fans (or people who just dont read idw sonic) all accepted as fact without doing their own research #and then went on to spread further. PAIN #also even if surge really was made from sonic's dna i dont see how that would mean sonic is trans.... ?#because shes clearly not an exact copy shes a different species and a different color i dont see why her gender would mean anything #i say this as a trans sonic believer btw. people saying sonic is trans is not the problem here its the using inaccurate info as evidence #and then spreading that as facts #theres so much misinformation abuot sonic related things going around all the time in general not just this and its SOO ANNOYINGGGG #this along with stuff from the sonic bible being spread as canon info are things i see brought up most oftenn by non sonic fans #on random sonic related posts i think

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bandtrees · 2 months

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for the warriors ask game :D

🗺 : first map you ever watched?

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?

(I used to watch MAPs religiously those are my jam)

yay thank you! warriors ask game except the questions are all weird and niche as hell!

know: my memory is bad. i've been into wc for... well over a decade now, so these are probably not accurate xP my first warriors video was i believe a spoof video about ashfur and squirrelflight, but my first map and amv? uhhh unsure!

🗺 : first map you ever watched? - i didn't actively watch maps as a small kid, or at least i don't think i did? the first map that i entirely remember watching was during my second major warriors phase by the time i was closer to... 15 maybe?? as opposed to my earliest memories of wc which are from when i was 10 or younger lol. little fang, which is making me genuinely super misty eyed to rewatch, it's just so so good, from the style to the designs to how well it gets into jayfeather and his family with only animation and music, the composition of every part is so good, the designs, all of it. the sole reason little fang is one of my favorite songs to this day it might, miiight, have also been evelyn evelyn? that one was certainly one of the first maps i ever watched that stuck with me. the dovewing kinnie has entered chat

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched? - i cannot remember. i watched sooo many amvs as a kid. not my FIRST amv, probably, but one of the earliest i recall is ashfur's revenge, which is delighting me so much to rewatch. this one was formative for me, i miss the style of flash-animated warriors amvs that (obviously:() aren't around anymore. i also have such a soft spot for tigerclaw is not one of thunderclan, one i was thinking about the Entire Time i was writing the exile scene in spottedfur's pride lol. i still love it so much, this is my first time rewatching it in like... a decade, im sure. its so good. im kind of blown away as i rewatch these that they ARE as good as they are, cuz i feel like it's common in the warriors fandom to treat old amvs as some cringeworthy lost art (in general i have strong opinions on how (unintentionally)cruel the internet starts being to things as soon as they enter "nostalgia" territory) - but there's still, like, genuine talent in these. there's a reason these amvs were as popular as they were, and not because we were all cringe 10 year olds who didn't know better, lol. also reminds me of tigerstar and the dog pack(be prepared) - which is one i have the most vivid memory of watching on my family computer, hehe. in general i love corvus katana's stuff, past and current oh my god i will never get this ask posted because i keep remembering ones that helped, like, form a lobe of my brain growing up. HOW TO SAVE BLUESTAR'S LIFE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!! I AM TOTALLY NOT CRYING REWATCHING IT. YOU ARE. YOU ARE. cant believe i had a phase where i hated bluestar - i think everyone did because they spontaneously realized she was imperfect, immoral even at times, and made mistakes but hadn't developed the media comprehension to realize she was... actually meant to be complex and troubled and not just a perfect leader. god. bluestar. god. god. g (im also gonna use this question as a chance to gush about old amvs that i remember that are unfortunately lost to time: a hollyleaf one to hurricane by thirty seconds to mars (!!!! THIS ONE WAS SO FORMATIVE BUT IM LIKE 80% SURE ITS LOST MEDIA), bluestar heart heart head (PLEASE tell me im not the only one who remembers this one!!! i was devastated to learn it wasn't iconic or reuploaded anywhere (as much as i also think, again, in the nostalgia-sense, people act entitled to things like old amvs or people's art or whatever else)), NIGHTCLOUD GIRL WITH ONE EYE CHANGED MY LIFE?and... probably more of course that aren't coming to me now xP

i. didnt expect to ramble as much as i did with this? i just can't put into enough words how formative warriors amvs and the like were for me growing up :'DD they were my major start for digital art and animation (something i did a lot when i was younger but fell out of over time, but god i'd love to animate again, maybe do a classic wc amv to spottedfur's pride or something lol)

thank you for the question! I am so incredibly normal about warrior cats.

#babbles #wc #warriors #warrior cats #long posts #i knew i had a tag for ask games but uh. dont remember it soz #i poke at it a few times here but i do have strong opinions about how vapid nostalgia culture can be #especially w regards to the early internet where if something is deemed a universal enough experience #people stop caring about the person behind it and it just feels like ppl think its public domain #like a product of collective nostalgia and not a piece of art a person made #see every wacky comment on these amvs like 'Lol remember when THIS was peak animation?? like if youre still here in 2019!!!!'#or there being like a gritty lps popular reboot meant to ~deconstruct~ it #stuff like that. its why even though i was 100% a webcore furry 2000s kid i can never get into the culture surrounding it on tumblr #it feels too ironic for me even if it doesn't mean to be - i would rather art be treated like... art and not as 'haha remember THIS?'#everytime some kid from 2007's old art gets reposted for nostalgiawave animecore whatever i cringe a bit im sorry #unless it's for like. 1) w permission somehow 2) genuinely liking the art itself and not through a lens of 'this is kiddy nonsense lol'#idk i have many opinions. ANYWAY. WARRIOR CATS

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jrueships · 9 months

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twitter(.)com/heykayadams/status/1686813346127896576

so THIS is the cause of diggs's beef with allen.... WE HAVE FOUND THE ANSWER !

diggs after refusing his gemini moonness then inputting his dob, time, and location into the zodiac finder analyzer website thing: omg JOSH can you BELIEVE we both share a GEMINI 🤯⁉️⁉️ that is CRAZY!!!! but i CANT be.. it HAS to be wrong!!!.. right? right? you're a gemini, you should know all about gemininess! it's crazy, right! right!! YOU KNOW GEMINIS, JOSH! YOU ARE GEMINI MAN!!!!

Josh, trying to deal with yet another miserable, heartwrenching playoff loss: idc

diggs:

Diggs:

hOW CAN YOU NOT CARE ABOUT zODIACS, i HATE you you STUPID FUCKING GEMINI!!!!!!!!!1!1!11!1!!1!!!!

#ugh this is sooooo gemini of himmm omgggg 🙄🙄🙄🙄#-- diggs on his hashtag savage sag (ittarius) burner twitter zodiac account with a billion followers #here comes the unnecessary devils advocate DIMWIT !!!!#ruining FUN where the scene shouldnt be and creating FUN where the scene shouldnt be #i HAAATE geminis!! I AM NOT A GEMINI!!!!!! i am self zodiacing as... a libra moon 🥰#and then diggs reposts a bunch of libra moon star sign stuff to his insta adding in 'OMG! that is soooo mee' to it in aesthetic font #milk with dinner is a no for me MAINLY BCS it's clear and u can see any backwash or cup residue in it #and i dont want that #milk is strictly breakfast or nighttime for me #it's either solo or no go!!! i do not like combining foods with milk!#if im drinking something to wash down #i dont want it to be smthin i actually enjoy BCS THEN THATS JUST WASTING!!! EITHER FOOD OR DRINK! ONE COVERS THE OTHER #while wasting BOTH!!!! nuh uh i drink that milk SEPARATE so i can ENJOY IT bcs i am #..i have a problem #im a bit of a freak with resources and efficiency sorry i grew up poor #but my gran gran loooves milk with dinner. she always suggests milk as a dinner option even when we're havin like.#chili. it's SO WACK like. is it a southern/farmer thing to drink milk with everything cus of rural stuff???#idk anyways offtopic this is hilarious and i love seeing the way the aries analyze things bcs they always think theyre right #but at least do some research..... that supports how they think theyre right and nothing beyond that it's so funny #they can only actually learn from making mistakes. it's like a curse. i love them #ted asks #diggs/allen

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rumue · 2 years

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just a general psa into the void:

if someone posts art with no caption or tags of any kind that say it belongs to them, and their bio doesn’t say anything about them making art, there’s a chance they are reposting art that does not belong to them. please look into their blog and see if that is their work.

if they’ve reposted multiple artworks that have very different styles and even different watermarks, they are definitely a reposter.

please do NOT reblog or like posts from people who repost art without permission from the original artist AND crediting them (if they allow you to repost).

if you repost art without getting the okay from the artist first, I DO NOT CARE ABOUT WHY YOU DID IT. all of those reasons (and i do mean ALL) are not a good excuse. if you reposted with credit but they told you reposting is NOT okay, you’re just as bad (if not worse). it may have been posted online for everyone to see but IT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. please support and respect the wishes of artists.

#holy fuck i'm so annoyed and tired #if anyone was wondering what brought this on #i decided to check the tags to find new art for once #and i immediately remembered why i don't do that #almost every time i've done that i've stumbled upon someone who has reposted artwork #and sometimes it's art from people who have posted HERE #and the other day i found something of mine on pinterest #this is not the first time btw #which is unsurprising considering how bad image theft is there #i don't understand why i have to explain this to people?#just because i've posted it for you to see does not mean you can do whatever you want with it?#i'm not asking people to stop saving pics on their phone or whatever because obviously that's unrealistic and pointless #but if i've asked you not to repost #don't fucking repost?#i think the most annoying one is when people repost art because they're making a collection of things they like #if you're saving stuff on your phone that's one thing #or even if you've got some kind of private online journal that NOBODY can see #but if I OR ANYONE ELSE CAN FIND IT #then we have a problem #stop using online media sharing platforms as storage spaces

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murdoc · 2 years

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each time i come on here i remember i nuked most my art from recent and cringe a little

#text #in retrospect i shouldve kept all my art on here but just killed my main twitter of all grllaz art #ive debated on reposting the stuff i still like but now that the bands more active i dont want ppl to assume i still like the band n follow #but u can licherally get to my art from highschool in like 2 pages.... and 2018 in 1....#scratches head #maybe ill completely wipe my tags n restart...?#but.. all the stuff i didnt delete is so old.. i feel like deleting more is worse

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marvelouslizzie · 6 months

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Pretty Little Thing - co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: Your long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, is a regular at the bar where you work, and tonight, it's impossible to avoid serving him for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, alcohol, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: @notafunkiller and I merged our separate ideas into one and this is the outcome. It was so much fun to write. We hope it'll me the same while reading too.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

You thought this night would be calm and easy, that nothing significant would happen. All that changed when Bucky Barnes set foot in the bar. It’s not his first time here by any means, but until now you successfully managed to avoid him by asking the other bartender to serve his side. This time, unfortunately, you are working alone. It’s a slow night, so there’s no way you can really avoid him.

You watch him find an empty place and sit down, and you really don’t know what to do. You can feel yourself sweating already. You are so nervous. Not because you are afraid of him or anything. He doesn’t look scary. Not to you. You are afraid to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you should be able to ask for his order and serve it without messing it up. That’s not so hard.

Just keep it simple, you tell yourself.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

Bucky looks up from his phone straight into your eyes, and you freeze a little.

“Hello, do you... a draft beer, please.”

His answer confuses you. That’s not his usual order.

“You sure you don’t want something stronger? We have that bourbon.” You curse yourself internally for paying attention and not being able to hold your tongue.

He raises his eyebrow surprised. “How do you know that? There is no way you served me any drinks cause I would remember you.”

He frowns as soon as he finishes speaking. Maybe you helped your colleague or maybe you were informed about what he drinks just in case he showed up. He’s still the Winter Soldier after all.

“I never served you before.” You say with a shy smile. You hope this is enough of an answer for him.

“Do I look like a bourbon man?” He asks playfully before giving you a smile that transforms his face a little, softening his features.

“You look like you enjoy quality stuff, and between you and me, our draft beer is shitty.”

That comment makes him chuckle. You’re so distracted by his face that you don’t notice how his eyes fall straight to your breasts.

“Thanks for the tip. Normal beer then?”

“If you insist.” You smile and open the small fridge under the bar where you keep some of the beers. You quickly open it and put it right in front of him, not realizing that gesture shows off your bartender skills a little bit.

He doesn’t look away from you as he takes a big sip before placing the bottle on the table quickly.

“For how long have you been working here?”

“For the past year.” You avoid making eye contact while drying some of the freshly washed glasses.

“Oh.” He sounds kind of taken aback. “I’m surprised you never served me. I’ve been coming here for what? Seven months?”

“Eight.” You bite your bottom lip as soon as the word slips out, trying to shut yourself up so you won’t mess up even more. What were you thinking? Well, you weren't…

His eyes immediately glow, and you wonder if you fucked up for good.

“So you’ve been keeping an eye on me?” He brings the bottle to his mouth and before you can say anything, you watch him finishing it in one go.

“I just noticed you.” Of course, you kept an eye on him, but you played it down a little.

“Well, I didn’t notice you,” he says regretfully. “And I wonder how. I am pretty aware of my surroundings... especially if they are full of beautiful people like you.”

You can’t help but blush, yet you try to sound unaffected. You don’t know if you succeed or not, though.

“This place is usually so crowded and full of… people. So it’s normal.”

“Neah,” he denies immediately. “Have you been hiding or something?”

“I was just on the other side of the bar.” And you were trying to hide from him, saving yourself from this embarrassment because you knew if you talked to him you would fuck up. You were right.

“So I was on the wrong side this whole time.” He shakes his head. “Another beer, please, doll.”

“The same?” You ask while trying not to dwell on the pet name he uses.

“Yes, please. And one drink for you. Whatever you want, if you are allowed to drink, of course.”

The way he offers to buy you a drink surprises you. You feel quite nervous, but you try to maintain your calm. He’s probably just being nice, right?

“I am allowed to drink, but that’s not necessary.”

He pouts. “I didn’t mean you need to talk to me for it, doll. There are no conditions for this drink.”

“Oh.” You didn’t even think he would take it this way. “That’s not why I said it’s not necessary. I wasn’t worried about that.”

“Okay. Whatever you want... I won’t insist.”

“It’s just… I am allowed to drink whatever I want. You don’t need to pay for it.” You try to explain so he won’t take it the wrong way.

“Alright,” he says, a little distant, as you open up another bottle of beer and put it in front of him.

“I just didn’t want you to pay extra when I can get it for free.” You don’t know why you are explaining yourself like this. It’s normal not to accept drinks from customers.

“It’s fine, I totally understand. Thank you!” He reaches for the bottle immediately.

You take a fancy glass out of the rack and pour yourself one of the ready-to-serve cocktails that your colleague prepared, right in front of him. He doesn’t say anything as he keeps staring at your hands.

“Thanks for the drink.” You say while putting the bottle away.

“Me?” He asks surprised. “Thought this is on the bar.”

“Well, you gave me the idea, and if you really insist on spending your money so unnecessarily, who am I to stop you?”

“That’s a good attitude.” He smiles again before bringing his bottle close to your glass. “Cheers to a good Thursday in a lovely company.”

You clink your glass with a smile on your face. It seems like he finally understood your intention, so you feel relieved.

“How does that taste?”

“Don’t let the color fool you, it tastes really strong but delicious.” You look at him for a second and notice that got his interest. “Wanna taste it?” You offer your own drink to him, and he contemplates for a few seconds before leaning in.

“Yes, I am curious.”

You hand the glass to him. Your fingers touch for a second, and you get so excited that you worry about dropping the glass. It’s like your heart is in your throat.

“Your hands are cold,” he comments casually before taking a sip right from the spot covered by your lipstick. You gasp. You have no idea if he did it on purpose, but the way he’s drinking it… your body is responding to that so much. You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself down.

“Delicious.” He smiles, handing back your glass, and you notice a bit of lipstick in the corner of his mouth.

It creates this internal dilemma. Should you just let him know about it or act like nothing happened and let him walk around like this? The second one could cause him a lot of embarrassment, and you don’t wanna be the reason for that. That’s why you suddenly find yourself leaning closer to him, just to wipe the lipstick off. He doesn’t move an inch, not jumping like you would expect, letting you touch him. When you realize what you are doing, you suddenly feel super self-conscious.

“You…” You gulp down. “You have… lipstick on… just here.”

You keep rubbing your finger against the corner of his mouth. You feel his stubble and how soft his lips are, but you try not to think about it. He chuckles, covering your hand with his. It surprises you so much that you freeze for a second. Then you look into his eyes, struggling to see if you made him feel uncomfortable or not.

“So considerate of you. Thank you.”

You move your hand away from his mouth but not away from his touch. Somehow you can’t find the strength to do that.

What he does next, though, makes you completely breathless. He brings your hand to his mouth again, but this time he presses his lips gently against your skin, smiling right after. Your eyes open with surprise, feeling completely speechless, yet you don’t move away. You don’t even realize you are smiling slightly.

“Your hands are still so cold.”

“Yeah…” You try to speak, but it feels like your words are stuck in your throat. “They are always cold.”

“We need to change that.” He places another kiss on your hand.

He’s surprisingly nervous as he leads you to the living room. Based on his confidence back in the bar, you didn’t expect him to become so shy all of a sudden.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“No.” You answer quickly. The only thing you want is to feel his lips again but you keep that thought to yourself.

“What do you want then?”

It’s obvious in his tone and the way he looks at you he doesn’t ask you about drinks.

“You.” You can’t believe you said this out loud, but it’s the truth.

He doesn’t need another push as he comes closer, grabbing you by the chin. Your lips crash together with an almost desperate hunger. He takes the opportunity immediately, getting his tongue inside your mouth in a fervent exploration. The sensation is electrifying.

You let him explore your mouth while you focus on his taste. It’s so unique and tasty, you just can’t get enough of it. Your hands slowly move toward the back of his head, pulling him closer.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels your touch, breaking the kiss just to move his lips to your neck.

“Mhmm… James.” His lips feel so good against your neck. It just sends a jolt of arousal through your body.

But then he freezes, with his mouth glued to your neck. You open your eyes confused wanting to ask him what happened, and that’s when you realize what you’ve just said.

“You know who I am?” His voice is a warm whisper against your skin.

“Of course, I know who you are.” You make it sound so natural as if there’s no way you wouldn’t know who he is. “You think I go to the houses of men I don’t know?” You say playfully.

“I didn’t mean that...” He raises his head from the crook of your neck just to look you in the eye. “I didn’t mean it offensively, I just wasn’t sure. I’m just stupid, I didn’t expect it.”

“I know who you are, James Bucky Barnes.”

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip. “Say it again.”

“James Bucky Barnes or just James?”

He kisses you more desperately than before, his hands finding your hips as he gently grabs them, pulling you so close that you can feel his erection. You gasp so softly, but he hears it anyway, and you settle on his hard cock so it’s right against where you want it to be.

He moans. “Let’s go to the bedroom, doll.”

“Why?” You ask innocently as if you don’t know what he means. “Isn’t your couch comfortable enough?”

For him? Sure. But for you?

“The bed is better.”

“Okay.” You sound so obedient suddenly as you wrap your legs around his torso.

He immediately lifts you up without effort, and you smile, letting him carry you toward his room. He’s a super soldier after all. He closes the door with his foot as soon as you’re inside, then he gently puts you on the bed, like he’s afraid you might break. The way he’s acting is so endearing, but you want him to let go really badly. Even the manner he starts to take off your pants is too gentle.

You let him undress you the way he wants, though. Then you move closer to him, taking his clothes off, your movements not as gentle as his. You are impatient and needy. You see him holding his breath when you reach to touch his chest, close to where his metal arm begins, so you lean in to leave a kiss right there. You don’t know if you are crossing a line, but you have to. He should know that this is not something that would bother you, on the contrary, it turns you on even more. When he doesn’t move away from you, you keep kissing around his scars and his chest. Your hand is on his shoulder, gently caressing.

“That feels so good, doll,” he says with a sigh before he grabs your waist. “but it's time for me to eat.”

You find yourself on your back so suddenly that you don’t even have time to react. He quickly settles between your legs and you understand exactly what he meant. He lifts them enough so you can rest them on his shoulders as he gets more comfortable on his tummy. You feel a hole in your stomach immediately. You can’t believe Bucky is between your thighs, about to eat you out.

He’s taking his sweet time at first, kissing down your thighs and even smelling you before he finally brings his tongue to your entrance.

“Come on, James. Don’t tease me.” You look down just to see him smiling.

“Why not? You seem to enjoy it.”

“I would enjoy it more if you stopped teasing and started eating.”

Surprisingly, Bucky doesn’t waste more time and properly starts to fuck you with his tongue. He’s not too quick, nor too slow with his moves, and you’re shocked when he brings his fingers to your mouth.

“Need you to make them wet for me, please.” Even while saying that, he sounded a little too polite.

“On one condition,” you say, looking directly into his eyes. “Stop acting like I am made of glass.”

“But you kinda are.”

“I am not. Believe me.”

He says nothing, making sure to lick your slit before getting his tongue inside you again, his fingers, glued to your lips. You take it as a silent agreement and you open your mouth, suck his fingers, and let him wet them. When he thinks it’s enough, he gently takes them out and brings them right to your clit. He doesn’t touch it directly at first, teasing around it until you move your hips a little, needing to feel your clit stimulated.

“Please.” The way he’s taking his sweet time is so frustrating.

He lets his hand drop and instead of feeling his fingers on your clit, you feel his tongue at the same time he gets a finger inside you. You moan loudly, finally getting what you wanted from the start.

His other hand reaches for yours when he hears you grabbing the sheet, and you immediately hold it, enjoying how his cold metal feels. When you feel the second finger and he scissors both of them inside you, you’re shocked by how close you suddenly are. You can’t help but arch your back and move your hips, needing it faster.

He reads the signals pretty quickly and lets you use his mouth while he keeps pumping his fingers. It doesn’t take long for you to gasp, moan, and start to shake because of the pleasure he’s giving you.

“James! Shit. I’m- gonna… ahh… come.”

You moan louder than you expected, dropping your head against his sheets, possessed by a great wave of pleasure. You want to tell him not to stop anything, but you can’t. And you don’t need to as he keeps licking and fingering you while you ride your orgasm out, prolonging it as much as possible.

When it’s done, you are feeling so good yet you are hungry for more. You raise your head a little and see Bucky still between your legs, but this time his beard is covered with your slick. He looks so handsome. His blue eyes are shining and his hair is all messy. It makes you wanna kiss him and that’s exactly what you do. You reach down to him, and he meets you in the middle, kissing you the way he was just eating you out: with passion and hunger.

He’s less gentle than before as you feel his hands grabbing your breasts, but it’s still not enough. You cover his hands with yours and push him to grab them harder than before. You let out a muffled moan while kissing him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You find yourself blushing like you two aren’t having sex. To mask your reaction, you reach out to his hard cock, gently grabbing it.

“Oh god,” he groans as he instinctively squeeze your breasts harder.

“Mhmm, yes.” You lean into his touch. “Just like that.”

Bucky looks at you as if you said something shocking. Is he not used to communicating during sex?

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re surprising me for someone so delicate.”

“I told you, I am not.”

He smiles. “Do you wanna help me put on a condom then?”

“I would love to, but…” You smile. “What if I told you I am clean and on the pill?”

“Fuck, I need you.” He kisses you suddenly. “Now.”

“I am right here.” It sounds so calming. “You can take me however you want.”

You’re not only on your back in the next second, but you also have his cock lined up at your entrance.

“Jesus, doll! For a pretty little thing, you’re quite nasty.”

“I just know what I want.” And this is it.

He nods, wrapping your legs around his ass at the same time he pushes inside you. In a second, your head is thrown back while you moan loudly. The way he fills you is so delicious. It makes you feel so full but not uncomfortable.

“You’re taking me so well already.”

“Please…” You raise your hips to create more friction. “Please, move.”

He brings his mouth to your breast a little before he starts thrusting, making sure to leave a small hickey right on top of it. It hurts so good, and you moan without holding back. It is music to Bucky’s ears. He just wants to hear it again, so he does it again.

“You want it rough, don’t you?” He thrusts harder than before. “You’re so needy.”

“Yeah.” Your voice is so shaky already. “I told you already.”

“Told me what?” He teases. “I don’t remember.”

“That I am not made of glass.”

“No, you are made for me.” He brings his hand to your face to move the hair strands that cover your eyes. “For my cock.”

“In that case…” You don’t know where the sudden rush of confidence comes from. “You are made for me. To fill me up.” You move your hips again, trying to fuck yourself on him.

“Oh, god. You’re so fucking wet,” he moans. “I am, I’m gonna fill you up so much.” He kisses you suddenly, your teeth almost crashing together because of the thrusts, but you don’t care.

“Can’t wait.” You tease him. “Don’t hold back, okay?”

He says nothing, letting his head drop a little so he can suck on your neck properly. He’s definitely fucking you harder. He pulls until he’s almost completely out of you before thrusting inside you again. And again. And again. It takes your breath away. The way it makes you feel is indescribable. You lose the little remaining control you had and just turn into a moaning mess.

“Say my name, baby. C-come on.”

“James?” You sound hesitant even if you don’t mean to because you don’t know which name he wants to hear.

“Again,” he begs, his metal arm on your leg pushing it right against his ass.

“James!” This one comes out so naturally. No questions, no hesitation. You just breathe out his name with a moan.

“God, you look so beautiful. So pretty with my cock inside you.” His thrusts get faster, and you have no idea how he can speak so well while you’re a mess.

“I’m so close,” you can barely say without taking a breath in the middle of the sentence.

“What do you want?”

“Just… harder.”

“Like this?” He asks, suddenly thrusting a little harder than before. “Or like this?”

“This! Yes! Just like this!”

“You just want it hard.” He whispers against your ear. “What a dirty girl.”

You hear him, but you can’t respond. You are too busy coming all over his cock, and it feels like you are in heaven. He continues to fuck you as the pleasure fades away, murmuring how pretty you are and how good you make him feel before he comes, too, grabbing the bedpost behind you with his metal arm. It makes a clicking sound, but you don’t care, opening your still foggy eyes just to watch him.

There’s so much come. You can already feel it dripping out of you as he keeps fucking you. You expect it to end soon, but it doesn’t. It goes on and on. The way he loses control as he comes just triggers another orgasm out of you. You would be surprised how quickly you could come again if it didn’t feel overwhelmingly good. You can’t think about anything other than him and the way he makes you feel.

His come is getting all over your thighs and ass, and the bed, as he moans. “Kakaya khoroshaya devochka.” What a good girl.

You can’t help but laugh despite not understanding a word of what he says. “Is that Russian?”

He opens his eyes, and the blue you love is almost completely grey. “Yes.” He sounds confused, too.

“What does it mean?” Your afterglow can’t overshadow your curiosity. “If you don’t tell me, this isn’t happening again.” You try to make it obvious you aren’t serious with your playful tone. Especially not after those orgasms.

“Look at you, little and feisty, blackmailing me.” He chuckles before leaving a kiss on your lips. “I told you what a good girl you are. I didn’t realize I spoke in Russian.”

You laugh a little. “Say it again.” You give him the cutest look. “Please?”

“Ty moya khoroshaya devochka.” He repeats softly. You’re my good girl.

You don’t even realize how content you look as you keep smiling.

“Now, I can get used to that.”

“Say my name again, please.”

You love the neediness in his voice. “James?” You tilt your head a little. “Or would you prefer Bucky?”

“Fuck, it doesn’t matter.” His thumb is suddenly on your lips. “I can get used to that, too.”