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lanabuckybarnes · 5 months

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Winter’s Girl

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos, credits to original owners)

Could you imagine being a scientist on the winter soldier program, your task is to make sure he’s at 100% before every mission. This time though, when you enter his holding cell he’s nowhere to be found.

Note: I HIT 300 FOLLOWERS; thank you guys so much I love you all xxxx

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: Translated Russian because I’m stupid and know one language, Jealous Soldat, use of the word Puppy/Pup as a petname, a lil Biting, Hair pulling, Spanking, Spitting, The Winter Soldier (he’s a warning), Creampie, He’s a little sweet at the end but there isn’t much aftercare— as always if I’ve missed anymore let me know!

Word Count: 1.2k (of porn with no plot)

You gaze flicks around the room, a little panic stricken but who wouldn’t be when a 6ft something assassin had seemingly disappeared from his cell.

The fear bubbling in your belly only triples when you face the long broken mirror that sat just above the sink, behind you his cerulean gaze was undeniable. His hands reach out, the cool metal one wrapping itself around the bottom of your face, muffling any protests, while the other gripped your hip with bruising fingers and pushed you forward till your pubis and upper thighs knocked against the sink.

Your hands fall on instinct to the cold metal as your fingers grip at the surface, when you flick your gaze up to the mirror you can see that what swims in his own orbs isn’t anger or the usual killer instinct, no— the Winter soldier looks at you with lust.

“красотка” (pretty) He whispers hoarsely against your neck, hot pants of air from his mouth coating your throat like paint. His teeth nip right at your pulse point before his warm tongue smooths over the mark.

When you jerk, his grip tightens, “don’t move” He stares at you pointedly through the mirror before both his hands retreat from your frame.

You vaguely register the soft sound of fabric hitting the cold floor before he swipes your own clothes from your body, the harsh air was harsh; it almost felt like dipping your body into a bath filled with ice.

He groans, loud and throaty as his eyes bore into your ass and panties. Despite the cool atmosphere of the cell you feel everywhere burning with a primal want. You wanted this, you had since the first time you worked with the Soldier. He smelled the way you slicked up at the sight of him in nothing but his briefs, blood dripping from his nose, a musky scent radiating from him that had you desperately soaked. He wanted this too, he needed the release and the best kind of toy was one that was willing.

You felt his fat tip press against your hole, pushing in and out softly over the thin lace before it slipped to stimulate your hard little nub. The strong grip on your hip was back, anchoring your feet in their exact spot.

“You need this?” He kissed sloppily up your spine, It sounded more like a statement than a question but you nodded all the same.

He worked quick after your confirmation. Your panties were pulled to the floor by their soaked gusset and two of his chubby metal fingers speared you, pulling a delightful sounded moan that the Soldier was desperate to hear more of.

They worked methodically, pushing in and curling out, your legs shook at every time the cool pads bumped over each pleasure filled rib.

Once he deemed you ready enough, his fingers slipped from your tight hole to jerk at his thick length, coating himself in your essence. He so desperately wanted to taste you but his cock was crying out for attention, he’d get his fill next time.

“F-fuck” you moaned loudly as he pushed in, all semblance of decency thrown out the window at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you, there was a burn from ill prep but with the size of him you weren’t sure there would be a way to prep. You were thankful that he let up for just a bit so your insides could mould to accommodate him.

When he started thrusting his pace was brutal, his meaty thighs slapping against your own, the sound mixing with the squelching push and pull of his cock along your fluttering folds. You’d thank his super soldier serum later for his constant pounding pace but right now you could think of nothing but him.

“Bucky!” you squealed as his cool digits flicked meticulously across your sensitive clit, your fingernails scraped mindlessly at the shiny plates of his forearm. He growled possessively at the slip of the name, his right hand fisting clumps of your hair to angle your head up to watch you both in the mirror.

“Does Bucky fuck you like this? Mm?” Jealousy dripped from his words as his metal hand smacked your rear hard before gripping the reddened flesh to cool the area.

You couldn’t think, you watched as your thighs jumped at each pound of his hips, the way your mouth had sat slack ever since he shoved his length into you, drool poured from your lips but you didn’t care— you couldn’t care— not with how cock drunk you were.

He smacked your ass again, this time when he gripped the flesh he pulled your cheek to the side, parting your ass before launching a fat glob of spit that ran from your tight little asshole to the spot where you two joined.

“I asked you a fucking question!” He pushed forward, teeth finding the lobe of your ear and biting down, the action pulling a squeaked moan from your swollen mouth.

“No-no he can’t, he can’t… please Soldier I’m so close” You wailed, one of your own hands travelling down to play with your neglected clit. The soft touch of your fingers had you jerking back to meet him.

“Mmm, Отчаянный щенок (desperate puppy)… you cum when I say you can” he was panting now, hips hammering into you at a slightly sloppier pace; It wouldn’t be long until he found his own release as well.

He moaned loudly, he had no control over his own body now, driven only by decades of primal unsatisfied lust. He thrust harder if it were possible, his wild blue eyes glaring at your fucked out face through the cracks in the mirror.

“You ready pup?” he asked between loud groans.

“Mmm, so ready солдат (soldier)” you slurred, your head hung loosely between your shoulders when his hand slipped down your spine, you’d lost all energy to hold it up ages ago— you’d been relying solely on the tight grip he had on your hair.

“Augh, shit” he growled almost animalistic through clenched teeth, his damp forehead settling on the silky skin stretched over your shoulder blades. He thrust deeply one last time.

“Cum angel…cum…cum on me” the words fell from his mouth along with slurs of broken Russian as he painted your walls white, his cock twitched against your vice grip as you silently screamed at your own release.

You hadn’t the faintest clue how long you two basked in the after glow of whatever you had just done, your mind only coming back to you when you felt his softening length pull from your aching heat. The feeling of your mixed juices slipping from your hole had you almost coming for a second time, especially when you felt his cold fingers drag up the mess it made in your thigh before he pushed it back into your core.

His arms lifted you up with him as he backed up until he sat on a rickety cot in the corner of the room. You had no idea if it would hold both your weights but it was the last thought to cross your mind when his thick arms wrapped around your waist, his flesh fingers rubbing soothing circles over your hip bone. He kissed you, tenderly, before flopping his head onto the almost flat pillow.

You were almost asleep when you heard the deep rumble of his voice behind you. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

I have an insatiable appetite for jealous Bucky.

I also desperately needed to write something for the world’s favourite Soldat because I would not sleep peacefully tonight thinking of this and not sharing.

Hope you enjoyed x

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sometimesanalice · 2 years

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Like I Can (Part 3)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 7.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

(All’s well that ends well❣️ Enjoy!)

You’d been on edge all day.

Having slept terribly the night before, you’d woken up early and giving up on the idea of going back to sleep had ended up at a sunrise yoga class, hoping that some movement would help you clear your mind. By the end of the hour you were even more frustrated than you were before you arrived, the poses feeling unnaturally forced instead of flowing seamlessly as they usually did.

So much for some goddamn inner peace.

Work was even worse. You had arrived to find that the espresso machine was broken. And whoever made a pot on the ancient drip machine, that was undoubtedly pulled out of a dingy storage closet somewhere, clearly hated everyone else since it tasted like tar. You could barely focus enough to clear out your inbox, when your work nemesis started breathing down your neck about a proposal that wasn’t due for another two weeks.

Time was dragging on. And every time you looked at the clock thinking it had been at least an hour since you’d last checked, were continually shocked to see that barely fifteen minutes had passed by. Thankfully it was Friday, so your boss didn’t care when you called it a day and left at lunch. It was better for everyone this way.

You had tried painting your nails, but didn’t have the patience to let them dry and smudged them trying to open a package of crackers. Ignoring the crumbs that got everywhere as you ate them while working the cotton pad over the remnants of your pretty pink polish. Your new favorite show didn’t hold your attention like it usually did and you found yourself mindlessly scrolling on your phone, missing most of the plot you’d had to restart it. Twice.

Not even the scenic drive along the coast to the restaurant you were supposed to meet your date at had done anything to alleviate your nerves.

You had been surprised at the choice of location when you had received the text message with the information about this particular date. As much as you enjoyed going to the Hard Deck, you were very much looking forward to drinking something other than a beer. Sure, Penny could make a mean spicy margarita, but sometimes an overpriced aesthetically pleasing cocktail just hit the spot better than anything else.

But most of all, you were thankful for a change of pace and the privacy this offered you. You had never been one for the spotlight, and dating on display had left you feeling drained.

You’re sitting in a surprisingly comfortable wooden wicker dining chair on the outdoor patio of the new trendy fusion restaurant you’ve been dying to come to. From your spot tucked away in the corner you can see the ocean waves rolling in and back out again. The golden rays already promising a stunning sunset later in the evening.

The foliage of the giant potted monsteras and birds of paradise made the terrace feel like a lush oasis, and contrasted stylishly against the large painted terracotta tiles on the ground. The pergola that covered it was dotted wisteria amongst the other climbing greenery, and numerous oversized hanging rattan sconces. The dainty lights woven throughout reflecting off the wine glasses on the table.

This was exactly what you needed. Too bad you couldn’t let yourself enjoy it, the twisted knots in the pit of your stomach had served a constant reminder of your nerves all day.

You had used this date as an excuse to finally buy the deep green floral dress you’d had your eye on for ages. The gentle drape of the neck was subtly sophisticated, while the high slit on the side added some serious sex appeal.

There was nothing wrong with a little retail therapy you had told yourself as you’d swiped your credit card. If you looked good, maybe it would help you to feel good.

In all honesty, it probably had a little too much sex appeal since you couldn’t stop fidgeting in your chair trying to get the silky dress cover up more of your thigh that was currently displayed rather provocatively. It felt like the more you tried to get it to lay right the more of your leg was exposed.

It probably didn’t help that you couldn’t stop the restless bouncing of your leg. You weren’t usually an antsy person, leg bouncing had always been more of Rooster’s anxious habit than yours.

Maybe you’ll feel less exposed once you draped the linen napkin across your lap. You’re tempted to do it now, but you don’t want to disturb the artfully laid out tablescape before your date has arrived.

It had been three weeks of back to back truly terrible dates. You could see the finish line now, but you couldn’t say that it wasn’t wearing on you. It had sounded like fun in theory, but now you weren’t so sure you would said yes again if you were offered a do-over.

You were tired.

Tired of going through the motions with men who could hardly be bothered to do the bare minimum. Tired of trying to sell the best version of yourself. Tired of putting on a show when all you wanted to find was an easy kind of love.

And this particular date had you more on edge and anxious than any of the other ones you’d gone on.

Even if you were pressed, you could not remember a single thing about the guy Payback had set you up with on your most recent blind date.

That evening you hadn’t even bothered trying to put together a cute outfit for the meeting. Instead, the only real effort you’d opted to put in was painting your lips a bright red as an attempt to psych yourself up for it. You didn’t usually wear such a bold color, but when you did it never failed to make you feel more brilliant.

And while you couldn’t remember anything about your date, what you did vividly remember was the fight you got into with Rooster that night.

You had been coming back from the restroom and on your way back to your date when you had bumped into him rounding the corner.

“Sorry, that was my fault,” he’d said as he reached out to steady you with hand going to your waist, dropping it once he realized it was you. “Oh, hey.”

Glancing over to your date who seemed absorbed in some game he was playing on his phone, you figured he wouldn’t miss you if you spent a few extra minutes away to catch up with Rooster.

He had been acting really distant lately, taking a couple days to respond to texts rather than a couple of hours like it usually took him. Natasha had told you about the rigorous training they were being put though, and you had assumed it probably had something to do with that. However, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off between you two.

Rooster was already pulling away from you and taking a step towards the bar when you reached out grabbing his wrist to keep him with you. Looking around for a quiet place to talk, you’d heard him sigh behind you, but still held on to him as you made your way to one of the high-top tables in the corner by the empty stage.

You’d stopped and let go as you turned towards him, only to find him already looking at you with an expression that landed somewhere between expectant and exasperated. The cuffs of his shirt straining around his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well?” he grunted out.

Was he mad at you? You couldn’t think of any recent arguments you’d had recently that would explain the harsh tone he was using with you.

“Is everything ok? I feel like you’ve been really off lately. You know I’m always here for you, right?” Your hand was already reaching out to touch him, but you resisted the urge not wanting to further agitate him.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m surprised you even have time to talk to me with all these washouts you’ve been wasting your time on. You’re the one with the busy social calendar, not me.” He was looking over the top of your head avoiding your gaze now, the bitterness in his voice had stunned you.

“Seriously? What is the matter with you?”

He’d never been so intentionally callous with you before and it hurt.

“Listen, if there is an issue me dating the people your friends have been setting me up with, you need to let me know,” you’d said pointing a firm finger at him, your anger rising. “This was supposed to be a fun no pressure situation, but I don’t want to be in the middle of this if things are getting heated between you guys. It’s not worth it to me. But you don’t get to ignore me for days and then claim that I’m the one avoiding you.”

He made a noise of frustration as he dragged both hands through his curls. You could see the flex of his jaw as he’d clenched his teeth together.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he ducked down to that his eyes were level with your, and you could see the remorse in them. “You’re right, that was shitty of me to take it out on you. I’m just… tired.”

You’d simply nodded at him, feeling like you weren’t on the same page as him didn’t sit well with you. “Phoenix told me about your new training program, it seems intense,” your voice sounded small even to your own ears.

“Yeah, the training,” he’d sighed out pausing for a moment as he weighed his words, rubbing at his chest, “It’s taking a toll on me, but that’s my problem. I mean it, I’m sorry.”

“Are we good?” you searched his eyes, your friendship with him was so important to you.

“You and me? We’re good, kid. Always.” He’d reached out and squeezed your shoulder before heading back to where the group was gathered together pretending like they weren’t just watching your argument play out.

Needless to say, your head was somewhere elsewhere entirely as you made your way back to your date. You’d felt bad being so distracted, but your mind just kept playing the argument on repeat. It was like your brain was trying to pull apart every little word to decode something that you didn’t think was there.

After Payback’s friend had left, you rejoined everyone else around the pool table. You couldn’t tell if the mood was off or if it was just you reading into things, since they hadn’t been prodding you with questions like they usually did.

Natasha was in the middle of giving you a glowing review of the man she had been bragging about since she first offered to set you up, when Rooster came to sit with you both.

“He’s just your type. He’s an engineer, so he’s smart. He’s got that whole glasses wearing and floppy hair thing going for him. And he’s funny. Rumor has it that he talked back to his Rear Admiral one time and got away with it because the guy had found him amusing. I fully expect you to name one of your future children with him after me.”

Rooster had surprised the pair of you when he stood up so violently that he almost knocked over the beers on the table.

“What the fuck, Bradshaw?” Nat had exclaimed as you both worked to rescue the teetering bottles from becoming casualties from his sudden movement.

You had no idea what he was going to say as an explanation for why he’d jumped out of his seat the way he did, but what he ended up unexpectedly announcing instead of answering Nat’s question had sent you into a tailspin.

So now here you are in a restaurant you’d be dying to go to, fidgety and anxious in a probably-too-expensive-and-probably-too-provocative dress for a first date with the guy who Rooster was willing to break his long-standing rules for to set you up with.

To say you were feeling the pressure was an understatement. No one knew you like Rooster did. He’d seen you at your best and at your worst. He wouldn’t just pick any random guy he knew, he would be picking the one who he thought would be the best for you.

The thought should be comforting, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness.

You pick up your phone again and double check the time in the text that Rooster had sent you with all the details for your date with his friend.

It was either that do that again or moving the ever-so-slightly crooked gold salad fork back into place.

You’re about to open Instagram for the third time since you sat down, turning when you hear a throat clear purposely behind you.

“Hey, sweet girl.”

For Rooster, when you’d first agreed to participate in the bet with his friends those dates started off as annoying inconveniences. Just inconsequential disruptions that got in the way of his time with you.

You were his best friend and at his bar, yet he felt like he’d hardly seen you these past couple of weeks- or at least not as much as he would have liked.

Sure, he got some time with you here and there at the end of the night like when you had late night tacos on the beach. Or when he’d taught you his favorite pool trick, well more like attempted to teach you, he loved how stunningly bad you were at the game. But he felt like he was competing with these idiots his friends had picked out for your time and your attention.

He wasn’t used to sharing you. In the past, if you had a date that conflicted with something spontaneous he wanted to do or something that the group had planned together, more often than not he could get you to move it or cancel completely.

He’d never been above a little bribery to get his way, he knew what you liked.

You going on dates wasn’t a new concept to him, but seeing them paraded in front of him was a different story. And he was getting really tired of watching you from across the bar while feeling like you were out of reach.

The more of them you went on, and the more he heard Natasha crowing about having the perfect man for you the more agitated he felt. The worse that feeling in the pit of his stomach got.

The evening of date for Payback’s pick, they’d all seen you walk in through the doors of the Hard Deck wearing that shade of red lipstick. You’d wore it so well. His friends had immediately started speculating about what it meant. Phoenix had called them all idiots, and while he couldn’t claim to know anything about make-up and those things, he did know you didn’t just wear that color for no reason.

He had vague memories of his mom putting the color on when they’d go greet his dad, at least he like to think those were his memories. Or maybe they were just something he’d created in his head from all the time he had spent looking at old photos of his mom and dad together, her smile always outlined in the color. His favorite was the one where his dad’s cheeks were covered in bright red lipstick kisses as he smiled indulgently down at his mom while a young Bradley was propped on her hip clutching his prized F-14 Tomcat. He had that one framed on the end table next to his couch.

And seeing that color on you for a date with this random guy had rattled him.

He’d felt so terrible later that evening when he took those feelings out on you. Hating himself as he lashed out at you. Hating himself as he saw your face fall and the hurt in your eyes. Hating himself for being the person who made you feel bad.

And the crux of it all was that you weren’t wrong, he had been deliberately distant by being slow to reply and ignoring texts from you. He wasn’t proud of it, but he didn’t know what else to do. He’d hoped by creating some space that it would help him to try and get his head back on straight.

He’d let you assume that he was tired from the new training program they were being put through. What he didn’t tell you was that he was already outperforming everyone on the team, and that he hadn’t had to do any extra push-ups in a week and a half.

He was tired because he hadn’t been sleeping, and he couldn’t sleep because every time he tried to close his eyes all he could see was you on these dates. Replaying them in his mind’s eye wondering what the outcome would have been had they not gone so terribly wrong each time.

The what-ifs swarming around his brain day and night like agitated hornets.

While he had been quick to apologize for being a dick, the sharp pain that settled behind his sternum wouldn’t subside no matter how much he had tried to rub it away.

He didn’t know what was more unbearable, the idea of losing you to a chance encounter of circumstance. Some meet cute courtesy of the universe that he couldn’t see coming until it was too late, when it’s already too far out of his hands and out of his control. To see you grinning that smile so bright, the one so wide it made your dimples appear, as you introduced that guy to him.

Or sitting here night after night analyzing every little thing as you date the people some of his closest friends had picked out for you. Watching and hoping that these dates would just be funny stories you told on drunken nights out rather than the story told at your wedding about the night that everything changed when you met your person. Of having to be happy for you even as you pull away from him.

His ears were ringing and he’d felt his stomach drop.

He could see it now, a day when your life ran parallel to his rather than entwined as he was used to. Of you with a partner. With children. Of him as ‘Uncle’ Rooster, demoted to the rank of ‘longtime friend of the family’ rather than a core member of it.

The thought of it making him feel sick.

All evening he had been moving around like a ghost completely lost to the thoughts in his head, but now it felt like he’d been shocked by a live wire. He’d pretty much jumped out of the chair he had just settled in, almost knocking the beers in front of him off the table completely.

“I want in, I’ll do it,” he’d blurted out, interrupting the conversations that had continued on around him while he had been spiraling. “This whole thing has been a complete shit show. I can’t watch this anymore. I know a guy, I’ll set it up. I’m in.”

His hands were sweating as he hoped no one would call his bluff. He’d made it a point to actively avoid looking at you. You had such an uncanny way of reading him.

“I don’t know, Bradshaw. You’re a little late to the game, aren’t you? I’ve been saving the best for last, and I’m ready to collect my winnings.” He’d expected some shit from Hangman, but he never would have guessed it’d come from Phoenix.

Feeling his anger flare up, he reached into his back pocket and fished out a $100 bill from his worn leather wallet, double the original entry fee. He slapped it down on the table, leaving no room for any further discussion, “I’m the one setting her up for the next date.”

He’d caught a look between Hangman and Phoenix, but he couldn’t be bothered to read into it as he tried to keep his temper in check.

He wouldn’t lose you. Not to someone who didn’t deserve you, especially when he already knew the person who could make you happy.

“Alrighty,” Jake had drawled out, as he pocked the bill. “Looks like we have another player. I look forward to taking your money.”

He’d extended his hand out and they’d all shook on it, reaching Phoenix last her grip firm and her smile sharp. And that was that.

Now he was here at the new popular restaurant he’d heard you talking about a few weeks ago, his feet cemented to the tiles beneath him just gazing at you.

He could tell from where he was standing behind you that you were nervous by the way you were opening and closing apps without truly looking at anything. He knew it was a habit of yours when you were feeling anxious, something for your hands to do as you tried to distract yourself.

He had sweet talked the hostess over the phone into reserving the best spot on the outdoor terrace, and you looked so beautiful sitting there wearing his new favorite color. Your hair is held back by a delicate golden clip on one side leaving the line of your neck exposed, the sea breeze picking up a few wisps. It makes his teeth ache with want.

He knew you were gorgeous, he’d stared down enough men at the Hard Deck to know that others thought so too. However, he’d never let himself sit with those thoughts for too long, not trusting himself to keep his mind from wandering.

You were his best friend.

And best friends don’t think about how the other would look so perfect in their bed, that pretty green dress forgotten on the floor.

Best friends don’t think about how perfect you would look under his arm.

Best friends don’t think about how perfect you would look with his ring on your finger.

Best friends don’t think about how perfect you are for him.

Best friends don’t think about how perfect he is for you.

Him.

It was a good thing he didn’t want to just be your best friend anymore.

He’d already done too much thinking, done too much waiting. He wasn’t going to miss his moment.

Taking one more deep breath, he made his way to you.

“Rooster? What are you doing here?” He was the last person you’d expected to see when you turned your head to see who had been trying to get your attention, “Are you ok? What’s wrong?”

Did he get emergency orders? Did your date get in an accident?

Your anxiousness was quickly morphing into panic, you’re already half way out of your seat when he puts his hand on your shoulder, his thumb stroking the skin there reassuringly.

He is standing there looking completely at ease, as if he belonged there, “Nothing’s wrong, sweet girl.”

And there it was again, you hadn’t been sure if your ears were playing tricks on you the first time he’d said it. That simple term of endearment silencing the alarm bells that were going off in your head, the edges of the lush restaurant softening around everything except him.

“Your mom always called me that,” you say softly.

You cherished all the memories you had with Carole, the woman who had been such a significant figure in your life for so long. You knew your mom still sent Rooster a cake every year to celebrate her birthday from whatever bakery was closest to wherever he was stationed.

“I know, I remember,” his voice so warm and deep, “She loved you.”

He says it so simply, so sincerely. As if his presence here hasn’t just completely untethered you and sent you adrift in a sea of bewilderment.

The writhing snake that had made a home all day in the pit of your stomach finally disappeared, only to be replaced with the fluttering of wings that you were desperately trying to ignore.

You’d been so shocked when Rooster had exclaimed that he was going to set you up with someone, your mind had been whirling so much at the time you could barely focus on anything that had been said in the aftermath of his announcement. Maybe you had missed some caveat he’d come up with for his participation in the bet? That could make sense, considering how adamant he had always been in the past about never getting involved in your love life.

He was standing there looking so good in his best short-sleeved button up shirt, the one that was scattered with vibrant palm leaves that fit snugly against his body. And wearing the white slacks that usually had you looking anywhere else in the room to avoid acknowledging the way they clung to your best friend’s thighs and ass. If only he knew how weak they made you.

There just has to be a logical reason for why he’s here, but the soft smile on his face was rendering your brain uncooperative.

You were getting tired of feeling like you were missing something that should be so obvious, “My date is supposed to be here soon, are you going to hover in the back like you have been at the Hard Deck? Or are you just planning on pulling up a chair and third wheeling up close and personal?”

“Why would I need an extra chair,” he asks as he pulls it out and eases his large frame down onto the wicker seat, “When mine’s already free?”

You move to open your mouth when the waitress arrives, asking if you had your drink orders selected.

“I’ll do the Bourbon Sidecar. You feelin’ like a gin, sweet girl?” You just nodded at him mutely, still desperately trying to catch up. “And the Clover Club for her, please.”

It’s what you were planning on ordering to calm your first date jitters before had Rooster arrived and sent you into a complete tailspin. He hadn’t even looked at the thick textured cardstock of the drink menus that were strategically placed just to the right of the golden soup spoons on the artfully laid out table.

The butterflies were threatening to break free from the tightly locked cage you had attempted to shove them in.

The waitress took down the drinks, and you watched her as she crossed the patio pausing to tap away on the screen of their POS, trying to give yourself a few more moments to collect your thoughts.

“Bradley. I don’t understand, what’s going on?” He’s sitting there looking so secure, so steadfast, so sure.

His cheek ticks up, “I like it when you call me Bradley. Why did you stop calling me that when you moved out here?”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“Why did you stop calling me Bradley when you moved out here?” he asks again, leaning in. How does he expect you to answer a question, when your mind is going 1,190 miles an hour?

“I don’t know,” you start with a halfhearted shrug. “You’ve made a name for yourself in the Navy, you are ‘Rooster’ to everyone here.” You open your mouth to say more, before closing it quickly.

“There’s more going on in that head,” you feel his foot reach out tapping against yours under the table, before leaving it there a steady presence. “Tell me.”

You know you can tell him anything, but this feels different.

The intensity of his stare has you fighting the flush you feel spreading across your cheeks.

It wasn’t something that you’d ever given much thought to before, but you know if you answer truthfully now that he’s asked you it’s going to leave you feeling more exposed than you’ve ever been with him.

You sit up more fully in your chair deciding to be brave, “I mean, we haven’t really truly been in the same place since we were teens, and things are so different now. It was easier to start calling you ‘Rooster’ or ‘Bradshaw’ like everyone else, because it didn’t make me feel like I was piece from a different puzzle trying to force myself into a new picture. I wanted to fit into the life that you’ve built here, to feel like I still have a place with you as you are now.”

You’re actively fighting to keep your eyes on his. It would be so easy to look away or to laugh off your confession, but for whatever reason, you don’t want to take the easy out.

“I never knew you felt like that, but I wish I had,” the look in his eyes is softer than anything you’ve ever seen from him before. “I like being Bradley to you, I want to be Bradley to you. You aren’t just a piece to me, you’re the whole picture. You’ve always had a place here, exactly as you are you are now.”

It’s never been like this between the two of you. It feels like you both are saying too much and not enough all at the same time. As much as you find yourself wanting to sink into these intoxicating yet unfamiliar feelings, you know you’re still holding yourself back.

God, he is so handsome. You had been right, the sunset that was just starting was stunning, but the way golden beams were hitting the lightened strands of his curls was spectacular.

You’re almost too afraid to ask, but it’s unbearable not knowing, “Why are you here right now, Bradley?”

Of course, the waitress chooses that moment to return with the drinks.

She sets them down in front of you, the skewered raspberries sitting daintily on the side of your glass are suddenly the most fascinating thing in the room. You vaguely hear him saying you both need more time and that he’ll flag her down when you’re ready to order.

He waits for her to leave to attend to her other tables before turning his heady gaze on you once again.

“I thought I’ve been making my intentions pretty clear here, sweet girl.”

He takes a sip of his Sidecar before continuing, the slight bounce of his leg the only thing giving him away that he might not be as self-assured as you’d originally thought, “I’m here for our date.”

There’s no hope of containing the butterflies now. You’re a lost cause.

“Bradley.” You can only imagine the emotions he is reading on your face. It would absolutely break your heart if this was some kind of bad joke.

“He’ll never love you like I can.”

“What?” you ask sounding every bit as dazed as you feel.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says shaking his head slightly, huffing out a little laugh at himself, “I got ahead of myself.”

You watch as he resituates himself in the chair, wiping his hands on the front of his slacks before restarting.

“Watching you on those dates has been hell, I don’t want to be jealous of some guy you gave a second glance. I don’t want hold back, not when we can be so much more,” he reaches across the table, taking your hand between his two large ones, “I thought having you as a friend was enough for me, but how am I supposed to sleep at night knowing that I could be the one who makes you happy and then do nothing about it? That I’m the only one who can love you the way you deserve to be loved?”

You’ve always known he’s cared for you, that was unquestionable, but to be loved by Bradley Bradshaw? It was something you’d never let yourself imagine, let alone dared to hope to for. It had been kinder to spare yourself from the heartache that came with hope. But now? With him sitting right here in front of you saying you could have him like this?

Was this how he felt flying in his F-18 every day?

He gets up and rounds the table coming to your side, hooking an ankle around the tapered leg of your chair pulling you out a bit. You’re suddenly very thankful for the probably-too-expensive-and-probably-too-provocative for a first date dress you purchased when you see the way his rich brown eyes turn molten as he gets a glimpse of your exposed thigh.

He settles into a crouch before you, his warm hands seeking out both of yours, “You don’t need Phoenix or anyone else to set you up, because he’ll never love you like I can. Let me show you how good it can be. Let me be it for you, sweet girl.”

The man in front of you is everything you could have ever possibly wanted for yourself. And to be the one who could get to keep him forever? There’s no doubt in your mind, it’s worth everything.

You’re sure you will have to have a more serious conversation about what this means for the two of you, but that can wait for another time when he’s not in front of you with his eyes so earnest. So hopeful. To another time when he’s not wearing his heart on his sleeve as he patiently waits for any kind of response from you.

It would be so easy to lean in and kiss him right now.

So easy to learn what that mustache would feel like against your skin.

To learn how his lips and tongue would feel against your own.

To learn how his mouth would move with yours.

But what’s a couple more hours when you’ve had years to build up to it.

“Well then, Lieutenant. I guess you better show me how it’s done,” you bring your hand up to cup his face, your thumb gently stroking along his cheekbone. “But I’m warning you now, I fully intended to give you as good as I get.”

Being on the receiving end of a Rooster smile was something special, but it had nothing on the beaming grin that Bradley Bradshaw is giving you now.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you,” he says as he lands a lingering kiss on your cheek before standing and pushing your chair back in for you. “You’ve always known how to keep me on my toes.”

He returns back to his surprisingly comfortable wooden wicker chair, stretching his leg to rest it against yours. When the waitress comes back you both end up picking your meals at random, having been too absorbed with each other to actually bother reading the menu.

You’d barely eaten all day because of the knots in your stomach, and now you were starving. Thankfully, Bradley at least had the commonsense to ask the waitress to pick her favorite dish as a third entrée “for the table”.

It feels the same in many ways, he knows what to say to make you laugh and what to bring up to get you fired up. And you know what questions to ask to keep him talking and how to push his buttons just right.

But it’s also different when he doesn’t bother to hide his knowing smirk every time he catches you looking at his lips. And it’s even better when you don’t bother trying to hide yours when you catch him doing the same.

Afterwards, he takes your hand in his as you slowly make your way to the parking lot, his fingers lacing between your own. He surprises you when he leans against the Bronco, murmuring something about not wanting to let your pretty dress get dirty. His long legs extended wide as an invitation for you to come stand between them, his strong hands stroking the silky material of your dress on your hips as you step closer.

You’ve been ignoring the pull low in your stomach all evening, the tension between you two the most luscious feeling you’ve ever experienced. The combination of his heat, his woodsy smell, the headiness of his gaze on you almost too overwhelming.

Almost.

Your hands settle on his broad chest, playing with the button of his shirt now a bit nervous. Your faces closer than you’ve ever allowed them to be before. If what you’re hearing is the sound of the waves or the roaring of the blood in your ears, you couldn’t say.

You know he is waiting for you to make the first move. You see the moment when he’s about to say something, knowing him the words would be wonderfully reassuring and perfectly Bradley.

Why would you want to talk when his mouth was already waiting like a question. Why would you want to talk when you could learn what it’s like kiss him instead?

So you do.

When your lips meet his for the first time it feels like the sweetest kind of devotion.

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His mustache scratching satisfyingly at the skin of your upper lip. His mouth tasting like the Sidecars he sipped on throughout the night and something that was just fundamentally Bradley.

Your hand moves on its own to stroke the side of his neck, your fingers seeking out the line of the longest scar that adorns his skin there from that night all those years ago.

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as he licks his lips before bringing his face down to yours again. Your other hand tightly clutching his shirt in anticipation.

He’s always been so in tune with you, so when he tilts your head just right before leaning into the kiss it feels like a homecoming.

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One of Bradley’s hands makes its way up your back, pressing you closer to him as the other bands more securely around your waist. And when his tongue skims your lower lip, you sigh into his waiting mouth thankful for his strong grasp on you.

Nothing your mind could have imagined would have ever come close to the perfection that is Bradley Bradshaw’s mouth moving against yours. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right.

When he pulls away, you’re both over fighting back the smiles that feel like have been permanently fixed on your faces all evening.

“I’m don’t want to call it a night yet,” he tells you, as he brushes the hair back from your face. His smile turning playful, “What do you say, kid? Wanna go get some milkshakes?”

“Depends,” you reply cheekily, “Can I drink it in the Bronco?”

Wrapping both arms around his neck you draw him back in towards you again.

“Anything you want, sweet girl,” he promises against your lips.

The next night at the Hard Deck, you entered the bar with Bradley’s arm draped your shoulders.

His team whooping loudly when you pull him in for a kiss as he handed you a Blue Moon. They’d declared the drinks were on Bradley that night as they’d swarmed you both in celebration. Maverick pulls you aside to give you a warm hug, whispering “I knew you’d get here” in your ear before releasing you.

Now that you had let yourselves cross that line from friends to more, the pair of you are entirely too aware of the other. Never content to be too far away from the other. Your eyes like magnets, each seeking out the other to find them already looking back.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he has his hands on your waist. Nothing neighborly in the way his hands rub your shoulders. Nothing platonic in the way he rests one hand on the back of your neck, his thumb making teasing circles.

And there’s nothing friendly about the way you run your hands through his curls when he’s at the piano. Nothing neighborly in the way you slide your hand into his back pocket. Nothing platonic in the way you rest your hand on his chest, your finger tracing the line of his collarbone.

It has always been so easy with him, even as you explore in this new area of your relationship.

You’d been orbiting around each other all night, when Jake yelled out to heckle you both about indecent exposure, threatening to call his cop friend if Bradley didn’t “get his ass over to the pool table in the next thirty seconds.”

He’d peppered your face with kisses before you’d shooed him away, laughing when you realized he had swiped your beer and had taken it with him.

“So you and Bradshaw,” Natasha states as she settles down next to you.

That makes you smile.

“Yeah, me and Bradley.”

How could you have possibly thought you’d want anyone else other than him? You were a goner from the moment you’d turned and saw him standing there at the restaurant. Your golden boy.

You turn towards her, putting a hand on her arm, “I’m sorry that you didn’t get a fair shot at the bet. I really do appreciate the effort you all went through. I mean, Bradley would have had it in the bag anyways. But still–”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she waves a hand, cutting you off, “We had a team meeting and changed the rules of the bet anyways. I still won, so it’s all good.” Her smile was nothing less than mischievous.

“Wait, what?”

“We could all see from Rooster’s reaction during that disaster of a first date with all the dogs that he was completely hung up on you. We didn’t want to wait for him to figure it out, so we decided to adjust the terms a bit to help him out,” she laughs at your clearly baffled expression. “We reached out to the cringiest people we knew and set you up with them instead. And then took bets on how long it would take Rooster to get his head out of his ass and go get his girl.”

“Oh my god, seriously?” The revelation has you bursting out in laughter.

“Yep, well except for Bob. His date was a genuine accident, bless him. I’ll be honest, I didn’t even bother reaching out to anyone. I was betting on Rooster getting it together before I needed to step in,” she explains while wearing the most self-satisfied smirk on her face.

Of course Natasha Trace had bet on him. On you.

You couldn’t wait to tell Bradley how you had both been so absolutely played by his team.

You loved these people. You loved your life here in San Diego.

“I’d apologize for putting you through all that, but it looks like it worked out well in the end,” she says knowingly nodding her head towards him.

You’re fully watching him now as he bends over the pool table looking amused at something that Hangman says.

Bradley looks up catching your eye and shoots a wink in your direction, a grin taking over his whole face. You already know you’re wearing a matching one.

“I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

Thank you so much for all the love on this one! I’ve loved sharing this journey with you all! Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!

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Written as part of @roosterforme’s #Love Is In The Air TGM Fic Challenge!

Song Inspiration Sam Smith’s “Like I Can”.

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Day 3 ❄️ MYG, JHS

Kinks: choking, spiked eggnog

Pairing: Bi!Yoongi x Bi!Reader x Bi!Hoseok

Genre: holiday, smut, porn with the barest of plots, Roommates!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, explicit drinking game, kissing (mxr and mxm), choking, hair pulling, hand job, undernegotiated kink, implied fucking (mxr), implied voyeurism, discussions of multiple sexual scenarios like oral sex (m and f giving, m receiving) and public fingering, Stoner!Hobi because that's my jam, Yoongi is once again the instigator because that is also my jam, also long-haired Yoongi warning

Word Count: 2.3K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Secrets come to light after your roommate spikes the eggnog

A/N: The genesis for this one came from a discussion in the group chat with @bangtanintotheroom and @herecomesjoon. Thanks to them for helping me brainstorm! 💜

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 2 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 4

New Year’s Day is always rough, but it’s honestly one of your favorite days. It typically finds you sleeping until noon, waking with a hangover, and recuperating on your couch watching dumb movies while one of your two roommates makes you something greasy and delicious to help you recover.

The remnants of last night’s party are still strewn about your apartment, plastic cups and streamers everywhere. The place looks like a festive tornado swept through it. But you don’t care, draining the bowl of haejangguk that Yoongi made for you. Your other roommate Hoseok sighs happily as he puts down his spoon.

“We should probably start cleaning,” he says, eyeing the mess around you. Typical Hoseok. Not even a killer hangover could stop his neatfreak ways. Even though you’d watched him drink his body weight in liquor last night, he looks remarkably refreshed, nary a dark circle under his eyes as he runs his fingers through his platinum blonde hair.

You groan, taking the empty bowls from your roommates and carrying them into the kitchen. “Please. Not now, Hobi. I’m still feeling all those shots from last night.” You dig through the fridge, hoping to find a sports drink hidden somewhere, but all you find is soju, and a giant bowl of eggnog. “Fuck, we didn’t finish the nog last night? There’s so much left.”

Yoongi pads into the kitchen. Unlike Hoseok, he looks sleepy, but that’s just his normal countenance. His dark hair curls over his ears, brushing his shoulders as he joins you at the fridge. “You know, we can solve those two problems at once.”

“Huh?”

He gestures to the eggnog. Then he wanders over to the counter where various bottles of liquor are still arranged from last night. He picks up a bottle of whisky.

“Bring me that bowl.”

It’s not a great idea, but it’s also not the worst, you conclude ten minutes later, sipping on a glass of spiked eggnog. Why not indulge in a little hair of the dog to get rid of your hangover? The bowl sits on your living room table for easy refills. You’ve curled yourself into a ball on the couch again, feet pointing towards Yoongi, who lounges at the other end. Hoseok’s sitting in the worn-out armchair the three of you found at a secondhand shop, legs splayed comfortably.

“How long is this stuff good for?” he asks, swirling his cup a little.

Yoongi shrugs. “Probably not too long, so drink up.”

Hoseok frowns. “It’s not exactly chuggable.”

“Then don’t chug it,” Yoongi replies calmly, earning a scowl from Hoseok.

“How about we play a game?” you ask, wincing slightly as you take another sip. “Lord, Yoongi, did you have to put the whole bottle in there?”

His lips quirk in a quick smirk before he raises his glass in the air. “Never have I ever… hooked up with a stranger on New Year’s Eve.” Then he takes a sip.

“Oh, I guess we’re playing already,” Hoseok says, also lifting his cup to his lips.

You keep your cup lowered. “Yoongi, the point is to make others drink, not yourself.”

His eyes glimmer. “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

“Me next,” Hoseok purses his lips. “Um, never have I ever… uh… kissed someone under the mistletoe.”

All three of you drink.

“Okay, I guess we’re doing a holiday theme, so… never have I ever gone to Christmas dinner with my family while completely stoned.”

Hoseok drinks while you grin. He rolls his eyes. “Laugh if you want, but it was the only way to survive. Anyway… never have I ever given a mall Santa a blow job.”

Yoongi takes another sip.

“Seriously?” you squeak.

He shrugs. “I liked his beard. And I told you that in confidence,” he points at Hoseok, as the blonde man’s honking laughter fills the room.

The game continues this way for a while, the three of you cashing in on the knowledge you’ve gained over your years of friendship to force one another to drink. As the bowl drains, the mood in the room gets sillier, the questions slide from holiday-themed to just generally explicit, and you start to wonder what will run out faster - the eggnog or the secrets you’ve kept tucked away about your roommates.

“Um…” you glance at the ceiling, slumped against the back of the couch, trying to think of another question. Yoongi has shifted as he’s grown drunk, sliding towards you so that his arm rests against yours, while Hoseok has turned sideways in his seat, his legs hanging over the arm. He’s currently staring at the wall, face redder than the Santa’s hat he wore last night. “Hobi. You good over there?”

He tilts his head slowly, like he’s really thinking about it. Then he favors you with one of his brightest smiles, the one that makes his eyes disappear. “Yes.”

You and Yoongi giggle, and Yoongi nudges you with his arm. “Come on, go.”

“Okay, okay. Never have I ever…” Your attention is diverted by the warmth of Yoongi’s hand, where it lightly traces wobbly circles on your thigh. It’s nothing new, the two of you cuddling on the couch like this. Both of your roommates are pretty touchy-feely and so are you. But the whisky and the game have fired up the horny part of your brain, and his touch is only adding fuel to the flames. Doesn’t help that you’ve always found him attractive. “Never have I said someone else’s name in bed.“

Hoseok drinks as Yoongi laughs.

“Look, it was an honest mistake - Soomin is really close to Sungmin!”

“Yeah, but Soomin’s brother was named Sungmin!” you shout. “She was sucking your dick and you called her by her brother’s name!”

Hoseok shrugs. “Well, maybe I had to think about him while she was doing that, because she was so shit at it. And he wasn’t.”

“Holy shit, Hobi,” you cackle, “you’re ice cold.” He just grins, shooting you a wink, and you feel it in the pit of your stomach. Why must both of your roommates be so hot?

Yoongi’s up. “Never have I ever been fingered on the bus.”

You shoot him a glare before taking a drink.

“Whoa, public fingerbang?” Hoseok’s eyes widen. He slips out of his chair, crawling towards the table to refill his drink. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.”

“I’m not. Not really. I mean, sometimes things just kinda… happen… you know?” You set your glass on the table. “Did one of you crank the heat up? It’s really warm in here.” Tugging your hoodie off, you toss it on the back of the couch.

“It’s not warm, you’re just drunk,” Yoongi informs you.

“‘M not drunk, I’m pleasantly tipsy,” you state. You’re also losing your mind a bit now that Yoongi has switched things up, raking his fingernails down your thigh instead of lightly drawing shapes.

Hoseok, still on the floor, has also noticed the motion, his gaze fixed on Yoongi’s hand. His eyes bounce between the two of you for a moment before he speaks. “Never have I ever messed around with a roommate.”

Furtive glances fly around the room. No one drinks.

The drunken giddiness that once permeated the room is gone now. Instead, the air feels thick, almost hazy with a strange kind of frustration. You didn’t really notice it building until now, but it’s almost unmistakable.

You bite your lip, wondering if your next question is too much, asking it anyway. “Never have I ever masturbated while thinking about a roommate.”

All three of you drink.

Yoongi keeps the rim of his glass pressed to his lips, looking deep in thought as he ponders his next question. “Never have I ever wished a roommate would catch me masturbating.”

There’s a slight pause, and then you all drink. As if a switch has been thrown, the game speeds up, questions flying faster and faster.

“Never have I ever wanted to go down on a roommate.” Everyone drinks.

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to go down on me.” Everyone drinks.

Yoongi, then Hoseok, then you. Each of you asking questions that are no longer pointed scenarios meant to make each other drink, but thinly veiled wishes coming to light. And every sip reveals that these wishes, these desires, are shared.

Hoseok slides around the table as the rounds continue rapid-fire, until he’s close enough to brush his hand against your bare leg. Between his fingers dancing up your calf, and Yoongi’s hand squeezing above your knee, you feel like your body is on fire.

“Never have I ever wanted to fuck a roommate,” Yoongi rasps, voice pitching low. Everyone drinks.

Hoseok’s fingers lock around your ankle. “Never have I ever wanted to get fucked by a roommate.”

Again, everyone drinks. You can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, never have I ever wanted a roommate to kiss me,” you say, your words breaking as your question becomes a plea. Thankfully, Yoongi recognizes this, and he cups the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss.

You suck the whisky from his tongue as he plunges it between your lips. A groan sounds from deep in your throat. The hand not holding your head has now run beneath your shirt, blazing a path directly for your breast.

Hoseok hisses from the floor, gripping your ankle tightly enough to draw your attention. When you turn your head, he rises up on his knees to meet your lips. Where Yoongi’s kiss was deep and smooth, Hoseok’s is fiery and sharp, teeth biting as he slides his mouth down to your neck.

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to choke me,” Yoongi husks, and Hoseok pulls away from your throat to stare at Yoongi as Yoongi grabs his glass to take a sip.

“Fuck, you’re into that?” you breathe, chest rising faster. Yoongi nods, and Hoseok straightens up, moving until he’s directly between the two of you on the couch.

Hoseok holds up his glass. “Never have I ever choked a roommate,” he smirks, tossing back the last of his drink.

The two men stare at each other. The tension between them makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Then they both lean forward, moving as if one until their mouths crash together. Yoongi whimpers when Hoseok’s fingers lace into his long locks, tugging to make Yoongi tip his head back, exposing his throat.

As Hoseok’s fingers wrap around Yoongi’s neck, you snatch up your glass and raise it over your head in a cheers to yourself. “Never have I ever watched my roommate choke my other roommate.” And you take a swig.

Yoongi’s hips buck upwards as Hoseok begins to squeeze, and your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his pants. Experimentally, not wanting to interrupt the frenzied kissing happening in front of you, you trail your hand along Yoongi’s thigh, close to but not touching his dick. He immediately jerks to the right, trying to thrust his hard-on into your outstretched palm.

Hoseok finally stops trying to swallow Yoongi’s tongue and lifts his head. His fingers relax a little. “Want more?” he asks the other man.

“Yes,” Yoongi exhales, voice barely a croak, and his eyes dart to you. “Touch me, please,” he moans, and then he curls his fingers into Hoseok’s shirt, yanking the man towards him for another kiss.

You quickly free his dick from his pants. He’s so warm in your spit-soaked hand, cock practically throbbing under your fingers as you start to stroke him. His hips jolt upwards when you tease the sensitive skin at the head of his dick, and he whines into Hoseok’s mouth, who groans in reply.

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” you mutter.

Hoseok’s fingers are once again digging into Yoongi’s throat, cutting off the man’s air, and Yoongi starts rutting into your hand faster than you’re jerking him off, so instead of you giving him a hand job he’s basically using your hand as a sex toy, and the thought of him using you in any way has you panting, thighs squeezing together in desperation. Hoseok notices your needy shuffling and he rolls his lips up Yoongi’s cheek to speak.

“Shit, you enjoying the show?” His darkened eyes and cocky grin sends a fresh wave of desire dripping out of you. “You’re next. If you want.”

“I want,” you mewl. “Fuck, I want!” You don’t even know what it is he means, making out or choking or more than that, but you want it anyway.

“Good.” The fingers twisted into Yoongi’s hair flex, tipping his head so Yoongi is forced to look Hoseok directly in the eye. “Just gotta get our boy here to come, and then it’ll be your turn. I bet he can’t wait to watch you come. Isn’t that right?”

Yoongi moans at Hoseok’s question. So do you. Hoseok grins, tightening his hand again. You surge forward and press your lips to Yoongi’s. You can feel his hand groping at your breast again as you lick into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as Hoseok gives one last hard press.

When he releases his hold, Yoongi falls apart. His spray coats your hand, dripping thick and hot down your fingers while you stroke him through his orgasm. It’s not until his hips go still again that you stop.

Yoongi gasps as air rushes back into his lungs. “Oh shit!” He collapses against the armrest, breathing heavily. Hoseok sits back on his heels, looking quite pleased with himself.

Your hand is still coated in Yoongi’s release, another mess you should clean up, but again you don’t care. “Now what?” you ask your roommates impatiently.

Yoongi grins, reaching for his glass. “Never have I ever watched my roommates fuck.”

He takes a sip.

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reidslovely · 4 months

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Loves Never Lost (If Your Love is in Trouble Rewrite)

The Prologue

Chapter Warning: Death. Literally everywhere.

Glass crunched around his feet as he landed, the web that brought him down snapping and dissipating into thin air almost how the oxygen left in his lungs. His breath was rigid and tight as he watched her dangling there. Head back, her back arched as the web held her up, there was something pale and ghostly about her. He reached his hand out to touch her, taking the fallen girl into his arms as Peter cradled her as tenderly as he could. Gentle as if she was fine china he’s placed behind glass for a special occasion. He dropped to his knees the woman he loved laying across his lap as he pushed hair from her face. Blood trickled from her nose, slowly over her cheek and onto his suit.

There was no movement as he shook her, whimpering out a soft “No..no. Hey..hey.”

His gloved hand patted at her cheek waiting for her to stir.

A loud, hyena type laugh could be heard from above him. It was followed by a loud intake of air and a whimper of pain.

“Oh Peter.” The voice taunted, tired and worn out. “What have you done?”

Months earlier…

Peter’s back pressed against the siding of the house, a tough and worn brick scratching into the freshly abused skin on his back. He hissed to himself, out of both boredom and pain, tossing the biochem book he’d picked up from campus earlier to the side. Sitting up on the old brownstone gave him a whole view of the Queens’ neighborhood, and an even better view of a certain window on the left side of the house across the street. Peter would have noticed those sheer blue curtains anywhere. A scent of salted caramel and vanilla that was nothing but a memory danced around him as he watched her pad across the floor of her childhood room. A room he knew like the back of his hand and every freckle on her body, a room he’d found himself in far too many times.

It was like watching a ghost wonder around a haunted house. Though when thinking about a ghost you think of soft movements, quiet and quick. Not hers. She was clumsy and in a rush. Her hair, seemingly freshly dyed a bright red, clipped up as she dug through her clothes. Her soft white robe slipped from her shoulder as she dug. Peter stared for far too long, watching her with his head perched on his knees.

He was the ghost.

That fact was evident when he saw the way her face contorted into all the stages of grief as she caught his eye. He’d felt like a kid who’d been caught in the middle of stealing sweets before dinner. His hand turned up in a nervous wave as he watched her. His first acknowledgement of her in almost two years. The simple motion set off the drill in the center of his brain, however, she waved back. Drawing her curtains shut after a few seconds. He wondered if that was it. That was the start of the stranger phase.

“Peter!” The sudden appearance of May’s voice drew his eyes downward. His aunt stood on the sidewalk, grocery bags in her arms, the trunk of the car open. “A little help please.”

“Yeah, yeah. Be right down.”

Peter crawled back into his window, taking a quick look across the street seeing her glancing between the curtains, eyes searching for something she might have lost. Peter drew in a soft breath and in return drew his black out curtain closed.

Writing has been hard the last couple months. I have wanted to have an ongoing fic, and I wanted to continue the plot for my 'If You Love is in Trouble" fic I stopped writing a few months back. I have had a lot of mental health problems pop up within the last few months and it has been very hard for me to write and feel like I have a space. So I'm back with a rewrite of a fic I was originally very excited to write.

Let's hope I can finish this one out- please have patience as I am finding my footing again. Thank you, love y'all.

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AC and the Conundrum of Sequels

So I've noticed a particular trend that paraded many people's minds within the AC community, and that's been the gradual descent into this rather presumptuous mentality that the more sequel games a character has, the more unequivocally 'better' their development is as a character. This is often followed by Ezio used as the poster child.

[Disclaimer: I don't hate Ezio or Bayek, I'm just using them to illustrate my points] While I understand this sentiment, I've also learned that under a more critical lens, a lot in the case of Ezio's supposed "growth" has arguably always been more aesthetical than anything of substance. When we are first introduced to Ezio in AC2, we are already bombarded with a character that is far too perfect. It's hard to think of any genuine flaws in his personality or behavior - especially those that have any lasting consequences for the plot. He never quite makes any mistakes either; it doesn't help that everywhere he goes there's a small army of people desperate to help him out. He also has actual armies willing to help him at the drop of a hat, as well as being best friends with one of the smartest people in human history. His achievements in the plot are all handed to him on a silver platter.

He's never made to learn to do anything for himself. At first, you feel like that could have been the point of the early game. Ezio's father and brothers are dead, he's a wanted man and he needs to protect his mother and sister. Then, instead of trying to get them to safety, he prioritizes a chance for revenge, which suddenly brings the whole city down on him, making it harder to protect his family. The whole thing would then set up a story about Ezio having to grow up, stop being so brash and arrogant, etc. Having been born into luxury and an easy life, he now has to learn how to provide for himself and others. But these opportunities are missed.

When it comes to Ezio's motivations, I always felt like there was no reason for him to continue pursuing the Templars after all the Florentine conspirators were dead. Nor is there any kind of "Creed" or higher calling at play here, since he doesn't remotely know what the Assassins are for another ten years. He just hears that there are some bad guys in Venice and decides to go kill them. By this point, he doesn't have any real reason or motivation to continue hunting them other than his own blood lust. As a result, Ezio often feels like he is a vehicle is that dictated by the plot rather than the other way around.

I mean, only look at the average description for his character arc: "He went from a young teen to wise master assassin and mentor." That's all there is to say for most people: arbitrary labels. Rarely do you receive any commentary around here that delves into any shifts within his mindset, outlook, point of view, or anything that isn't just this parroted and outdated take. When we get to Brotherhood, this problem is exacerbated more where Ezio is even more static than he was before (aside from leadership and giving orders), because his arc was already concluded in the game prior where we already spent over twenty years with him where he was already leading people and giving orders. It's just more pointless and reductive padding.

Bayek is another character that normally gets wrapped up in the sequel discussion, but genuinely ask yourself: Is there anything else left to do with Bayek in a sequel? Much like Ezio in AC2, his arc is also pretty much wrapped up by the end of Origins (including the Hidden Ones DLC). He begins looking for revenge for his son's death; takes a stand against the Templars when he realizes the problem is far bigger than just himself; founds the Assassins to fight this corruption. What else is there to really do with the character? His arc's been concluded, it's not even like AC2 where not killing Rodrigo Borgia left a door open for a potential sequel. Any new game would essentially have to come up with a load of new goals and motivations for him to the point you may as well just come up with a new character.

But this is frustrating because we see complete and profound development from characters like Altair in a single game, even before Revelations. He begins as an arrogant jerk who sees himself as better than everyone but slowly becomes a wise individual upon learning from the complexity of his enemies and the contradictions within his own Creed. It's learning from his allies and enemies alike, learning the pros and cons of concepts like freedom and control, about what is gained and lost from acquiring both in life, does he truly become not just a better leader for the brotherhood but a better man.

We also see the same from Connor in a single game. Starting as a naive idealist who wants to fix all the world's problems, only to realize that he'll never be able to do so. The consecutive deconstruction of his naivety through each of his interactions with allies and enemies alike teaches him that the ability to judge right from wrong can sometimes be lost in a world that's presently reluctant to do the same. But through it all, he maintains his faith in his convictions and compromises with what's in his control to forge a better tomorrow for humanity. Altair & Connor reach the same conclusions about life, human nature, and their place within the ongoing struggle in one game, a fraction of the time, as much, if not more than Ezio does in three. Yet, more is needed because we've been spoiled and entitled to more than what was necessary with Ezio. And it's honestly this fixation that holds this series back. Whenever we delve into this topic, I never really feel like the underpinnings behind what sequels actually did for Ezio and his characterization are discussed beyond the surface-level shallow aesthetics, or the ignored light-switch motivations that have made many in the community so insistent that every other character must also have this kind of treatment.

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 years

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You try to run from your shadowbeast boyfriend

General Plot: You've had it up to here with Rafe and you decide to run away. Just a short little aside about the reader having a meltdown.

Word Count: 800

Shadowbeast (Rafe) x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Headcannon

W: a tiny bit of choking, manipulation, otherwise sfw monster fluff

You panted, peeking around the corner. The street was empty. Okay. Good. This is going to work. It has to work. You took a deep breath and tried to slow your breathing. You didn’t know what you were thinking. Why you tried to do this.

Maybe the pressure at work had gotten to much, maybe the way Rafe fucked you confused you to the point of madness. It could have been anything, but you’d decided to run.

You thought you’d learned a lot about Rafe. He was strong and smokey, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once. He’d gone hunting and you’d grabbed the hundred thousand dollars Rick had left behind, stuffed it under your shirt, and took off with nothing but your clothes and wallet. No phone to track. No credit cards.

You’d caught a cab to the next town and now you were hustling down the street, probably looking extremely suspicious, to a hotel shitty enough that they dealt in cash.

You finally made it to a run down building with metal gates over the windows and doors, but a fluorescent sign that said “VACANCY”. You would stay there for the night then buy a train ticket in the morning and go…anywhere else.

You’d start your life over, never touch a camera again, become a…bike delivery driver or something. Anything to save you from this constant madness you felt. You let him torture you, do things to you, you would never let any other man do and for some reason you loved it!

You were losing the person you once were and you felt like you needed to save her. You didn’t have a reason why, you were just scared. Terrified really, that he would break you down to nothing. He’d already made you his sex kitten. So easily. He could make you into anything.

You flopped down on the hard bed of the hotel room after you checked in. The ceiling was water stained and the TV broken, so you had nothing but your thoughts to listen to. Your heart still pounded.

What would he do if he found you? When he finds you, some small and very correct part of your brain reminded you. You ignored it. You had to try. Eventually you fell asleep on top of the sheets, too afraid to take off your clothes.

You woke unable to breath. It was pitch black and something was wrapped around your throat, choking you. You thrashed, but it was so strong, it was pinning your body down with its weight.

“It’s cute you thought you could run from me, darling,” the last voice you wanted to hear said. Rafe loosened his chokehold on your throat and you gasped for air, tears coming to your eyes.

“Rafe, I can't do this!” you tried to reason with him, “this is madness!”

His eerie chuckle perforated the darkness.

“You will do anything I tell you to do (Y/N), I would never tell you to do something I knew you couldn’t,” he said evenly, “which is why this is silly and a waste of time.”

A tear slid down your cheek.

“How did you find me?” you asked.

You at least wanted to know how you’d been caught.

“We’re bonded, I bonded with you the first time I took you. You're my mate. I can find you anywhere,” his voice lowered, “you can never escape me.”

You burst into wet, ugly tears, heaving. He brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb and sighed.

“I know you’re scared, but there’s really nothing to be afraid of. I will never harm you. I love you.”

“But you’re killing people all of the time!” you sobbed, “I..the guilt is so heavy.”

He clucked, smoothing his large hand over your hair.

“I know,” he cooed, “but you’re so, so strong, my little mate, and you have to remember I’m killing the darkest souls. Murderers, rapists, people who destroy other people’s lives.”

He pulled you into his lap and leaned his back against the headboard, his big body curled over you as he brushed your tears away. He held you for a moment to his chest, listening to his heavy heartbeat. He had a heartbeat. He was real and holding you in his warmth.

You sniffled.

“Is it really okay?” you asked and he knew he’d won.

“Of course,” he assured you, “consider me balance in the universe. I’m doing the planet a service.”

“O-okay,” you stammered, “but…maybe we can stop playing CEO for a while. It’s wearing on me.”

You felt him shift against you in the dark as he nodded. It occurred to you that while you couldn't see him in the blackness, he could probably see you quite clearly.

Rafe looked down at your puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks with nothing but affection. You were his, only you weren't used to the idea, yet.

“I told you the rigors of the workplace are too much for you,” he said.

The rigors of his workplace were too much for you.

“Maybe…” you said noncommittaly.

He cupped your face in his big hand and kissed you in the darkness. His lips were soft and gentle moving over yours. His kiss was familiar and had become comforting. It melted all the pain and uncertainty, smudging it out like wiping away chalk.

“I. Will. Always. Take. Care. Of. You.” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss somewhere new on your face and you giggled. You did adore these tender moments with Rafe. He could be so sweet, when he wasn’t tormenting you.

“Shall I take you home now or do you want to sit here and collect fleas in this bed?” he asked.

“Home,” you opted and he shifted to his human form to carry you to the limousine parked outside.

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The Butterfly, The Flower, The Spider- Jack x fem!Reader x Belphegor

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Recovery date: January 16th, 2021

Description: Where Jack and Belphegor fall for the same girl.

Notes: This entry was decoded in conjunction with d3stined_to_explode from research lab Ao3, using the song "The Butterfly, the flower, the spider" covered by Enn Sings.

Word count: 1 022

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Though we may lose ourselves in our futile feelings and end up hurting each other, oh merciful goddess of love, please don’t crush this love, simply for your amusement. By chance, I happened to hear that familiar singing voice from my boyhood. That’s how fate had brought me once again to my beloved from the distant past.

Jack didn’t visit earth often. He’d meant it when he told the Winchesters he wouldn’t be directly involved with the world, that he would be everywhere and nowhere. But that didn’t mean he could observe in person. After all, the best way to get something done was to do it yourself.

He was waiting for a light to change when the sound of someone humming caught his attention.

Normally, he wouldn’t pay any attention to it, but it sounded so familiar he couldn’t help but investigate.

Turning the corner he found a young woman curled up under a tree quietly humming to herself. Jack found himself frozen in shock, he hadn’t expected her to be here.

In a single moment, my heart was captured by that unfamiliar face. Ever so quietly, I trapped you, my dancing butterfly in the web of my threads.

“Hi, I’m Belphegor.” He smiled as he gave a small wave.

He watched the anger overcome the Winchester’s and Castiel’s faces. But what really caught his eye was the young woman sitting in the corner clutching her side.

Like the treacherous spider threads trapping their prey while it’s completely unaware, I’m getting my hands on your beautiful wings, my butterfly, still fluttering around so innocently.

“Here, let me help,” Belphegor says, watching as Y/N tries to dress her stab wound by herself.

She glares up at him, but doesn’t pull away.

The other three were off trying to keep the townspeople from panicking, and call in some back ups. Belphegor had followed her when she left to fix her wound.

As carefully as he could, he wasn’t really used to dressing wounds, he stitched her side up and tapped a gauze pad in place.

“Thanks,” she murrumurred.

“No problem sweet heart,” he smiled.

I’ve got you, now that you’ve been trapped in the shimmering threads of my love. Putting a kiss on the scales of your trembling wings, I tied you up gently, ever so gently.

“Can’t sleep?”

Belphegor bit back a laugh as Y/N jumped, spilling her water on the counter, and turned to glare at him.

“No, I want to be up at,” she checked her watch, “ 3 a.m.”

“No need to bite my head off.” He leaned back against the counter and watched her down what he assumed was advil. “So… wanna talk about it?”

“Why do you care?” She asked, finally snapping.

He’d been following her all day, and while she didn’t particularly hate it, it worried her. Who knew what he was plotting? Not to mention it was a very Jack thing to do, and he was very much not Jack.

Whenever she turned to see him behind her, or at her side, a part of her thought it was Jack there.

“Because,” he stepped over to her and tilted her chin up. Leaning forwards, he whispered, “this is fun.”

“…I’m not letting you away, do you know that?”

Closing the distance, he kissed her.

And Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to pull away.

The foolish captured butterfly, unable to run away, can only fall deeper into the trap. Oh merciful goddess of the moon, please don’t bring the night to an end, simply for your amusement.

Holding her wrist, Belphegor pulls Y/N back to where she’d been sleeping.

His hold was light, and she could step away if she wanted to. But maybe it was Jack’s face that made her stay. Or maybe it was her own heart. Either way, she followed silently with no resistance.

Y/N fell asleep that night, with Belphegor holding her close. It’s one of the most peaceful nights she’s had in a long time.

My feelings for him keep growing stronger, but I can only whisper them to myself, like a prayer. The fleeting dream of my first love has been completely crushed.

That night, she dreams of the bunker and Jack. She dreams of movie marathons and late night baking sprees because he doesn’t sleep and she isn’t tired. But most importantly, she dreams of a happiness she never thought she’d feel and a sense of normality.

The next morning, she wakes up alone with dried tears staining her cheeks.

Like a flower that can only wait in silence for the butterfly to descend on it, the only thing I can do is to look at you from afar, my butterfly, as you flutter around so sweetly. Despite the urge to talk to her, Jack stays away.

Instead, he looks around and spots an ice cream cart. Quickly making his way over, he orders a twist cone and takes a seat on one of the stone walls nearby.

Looking up, he notices that Y/N isn’t alone. He then realized she hadn’t been humming to herself, but rather the young boy now sound asleep on her lap.

You’re like a butterfly that has gracefully descended on my budding flower of love, and you’ve captured my heart. Drunken on the fragrance of the nectar you took from me, I burn for you, though it’s only in secret.

Both Jack and Y/N are unaware of the second pair of eyes watching her.

Across from Jack, Belphegor leans back on a tree branch.

He’d recently been revived, though he didn’t think anyone knew. And with the current state of hell, that was to say it was much too peaceful for his taste, he’d decided to explore the world.

That had led him here, to somewhere in Canada, where he’d picked up on some rumors of a familiar hunter. It hadn’t taken him long to find Y/N from there.

Both the nephilim and demon sat in an odd sense of serenity as they watched the person with the key to their hearts.

“…I love you.”

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em-dash-press · 10 months

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6 Best Gifts for Writers

I always struggle with gifts when it comes to the holidays. My mind goes blank when someone asks what I’d like and I can’t remember anything cool when I’m trying to buy gifts for other people.

If you want to add something to your gift list this year or give the perfect present to a writer in your life, these are some great ideas I’ve found!

Side note: these are affiliate links, so I’ll get a small portion of each purchase! Thanks in advance for helping keep this blog going.

A Mug Warmer

Those self-warming mugs are SO expensive, but my coffee never stays the right temperature when I sit down to write. I’ve used this mug warmer every day for years and frequently give it to my friends and family! Whether you work from home or enjoy a hot beverage while you write, a mug warmer makes your drink the last thing on your mind during your creative sessions.

Story Prompt Dice

Anyone who loves writing and dice games will get a kick out of these story prompt dice in minimalist colors. They’re another fun way to get some inspiration when your standard plot generators aren’t quite doing it.

It’s even an entertaining way to get conversations started when you have friends over. Roll the dice and ask everyone to contribute a sentence to your shared story. As you go around the group, you’ll invent a silly tale that always inspires laughs.

A Thick Mouse Pad

I bought this mouse pad years ago and it changed my work-from-home life. It’s a bit thicker where your wrist rests, which took care of the slight aches I got after being on the computer all day. It’s especially helpful when I need to transport my mind to the world of my stories. Every bit of extra comfort makes it easier to focus.

Noise-Blocking Earbuds

Before I could save for AirPods, I used noise-blocking earbuds like these whenever I wanted to write. They fit comfortably and don’t make your ears sore. Press play on your preferred background music or focus noises to write even more than before. The case will recharge your earbuds when you’re finished writing for the day. Plus, they’re waterproof—perfect for brainstorming in the shower.

Laptop Carrying Case

I love writing at my local library. I’ve also been able to do some of my best work in places like airport terminals and coffee shops. This case kept my Macbook safe through all of my adventures. It’s a padded case for Macs and PCs of varying sizes and colors that has a nice, snug fit.

Pro tip—I wish I’d had a case like this in college! My backpack got soaked while walking to class during countless thunderstorms. This case would have been much better protection than the plastic bag I wrapped my laptop in to shield it from water.

Insulated Rambler With Lid

If you’re starting to notice how I always need water or tea next to me, you’re not wrong! An occasional sip clears my mind when I’m lost in a story, but I hate when a cold drink gets to room temperature.

Insulated ramblers like this one always keep my drinks just as cold as when I poured them. The lid’s vacuum-sealed suction keeps exterior temperatures from leaking through.

Know anyone with a dog? These cups have also been a lifesaver with our Shepsky! His hair gets everywhere, especially with the fan on. These lids catch it all so my drinks remain free of fur. Give the dog owners in your life the same peace of mind with a gift like this one.

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Treat yourself and your loved ones to something nice this year! Practical, thoughtful gifts are always some of the best presents during the holidays and birthdays.

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Sirius and Remus Oneshot - Flirting Gets You Nowhere... Or Does it?

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Marauders' Era (You're in 6th year btw)

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's House: Hufflepuff

Warnings: None (Unless Sirius being flirtatious counts)

Other notes: You're an animagus in this, but unlike the boys, you're actually a registered one (Cat be your animagus - it's for a plot point), also this includes my OC, Arianna, you can read about her here: https://www.wattpad.com/1352905864-my-ocs-arianna-harry-potter Also, this has WolfStar shipping in it (if you don't know, that's the ship name for Remus and Sirius)

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"So, (L/n), fancy coming to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"

I rolled my eyes, "Leave me alone, Black. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in you?!" I replied, sneaking under the arm that he'd pressed against the wall and walking off, leaving him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

SIRIUS'S POV

"What do I have to do to get her to go out with me?"

"Probably stop flirting with anything that wears a skirt, Pads. She's not going to want to go out with you if you flirt with every girl you see!"

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I felt my heart beating rapidly as I ran around Platform 9 ¾ in my animagus form, a black dog chasing after me, my trunk and pet already on the train. However, I was starting to run out of stamina, thankfully I spotted someone I recognised and ran up, jumping into Remus' arms, and cowering.

"Oh hello there, little one, a-Padfoot, stop terrorising cats!"

I felt anger build up inside me as the dog transformed into Sirius Black. He started to laugh, "Moony, it's fun. I really got this one good, didn't I?" At this point, I jumped out of Remus' arms, transforming back into my human form, and got on the train in silence, not bothering to give Sirius a response. I found an empty compartment and sat down leaning my head on the window and starting to softly cry. Sometime later, I heard the compartment door open, "May I join you?" I looked up to see Remus standing there and I wiped my tears, nodding, "Yeah. As long as it's just you." He smiled and sat opposite me, "I had a chat with Sirius by the way, he's sorry for what he did. He just thought you were a normal cat."

"Hmph, well he should check before he starts chasing me, I thought he was an actual dog!"

"If you feel more comfortable in your cat form, you can transform, I don't mind," Remus spoke, noticing my discomfort. I smiled at him and shifted into my cat form, hopping across the table and decided to perch myself on his lap, soon falling asleep.

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However, my nap was soon disturbed, "Yo, Moony! We were looking everywhere for you! What are you doing here on your own?"

I woke up with a start and hissed, my heart rate increasing in fear as I spotted Sirius. However, I felt a hand starting to stroke my head and I calmed down a bit at the sound of Remus' voice, "It's okay, (Y/n), I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you."

"That's (Y/n)?!"

I rolled my eyes and moved off Remus' lap before I transformed back, "Yeah, I'm an animagus, but unlike you lot, I'm registered."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James nudging Sirius and the latter turned to me, "Oh yeah, (Y/n), I wanted to apologise," he spoke as the two of them sat down. I raised an eyebrow at him he continued, "You know, for earlier, when I was chasing you. I had no idea it was you, and I'm sorry, but you gotta admit it was fun."

"Hmph, it wasn't fun for me. If you ever had a chance of getting a date with me, you can throw those chances in the bin, because I'm definitely NOT going to go out with you after this." Sirius took a moment to process what I'd said before he spoke again, "Wait... are you saying I had a chance last year?!"

"Whether you did or not, doesn't matter now, because I'm never forgiving you," I responded, transforming back into my cat form and resuming my position on Remus' lap as he started to stroke me again.

"Who would have thought Moony would be the one to be good with cats if you know what I mean."

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I'd been sitting by the Black Lake working on a Potions essay, when I heard voices from behind me, "She's right there, Moony, just go ask her!"

"What if she says no? You have no idea how much I'm in love with her!"

"Trust me, that won't happen, I was talking to some of her friends yesterday and she's got a massive crush on you! Seriously, when we're in the same classes, she won't stop staring at you, and when your 'furry little problem' comes into play, she's always asking if you're okay! She loves you, trust me."

I froze up after hearing James say that and I debated standing up and walking back inside the castle, to avoid contact with, what I presumed was the four of them, but thought it was best just to stay and get the awkward moments over with.

"Okay, fine, I'll ask her, but if she says no, I'm not going to help you with any of your homework for the rest of the year." I giggled a bit at Remus' reply to James and soon heard footsteps coming closer to me before I saw Remus sit down next to me, "Hey (Y/n)."

"Hello, may I help you with something?" I asked.

Remus nodded, "Yes, actually. I was wondering whether you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me at the weekend?" I was unable to hide the blush that appeared on my face and I realised I'd been silent for a while and nodded, "I'd love to."

Remus let out a small gasp and I smiled, starting to collect up my things, before standing up, "Well, I've got to go, but I'll see you on Saturday." I spoke up, before pecking his cheek and running off, not noticing his bright red face.

REMUS' POV

Once (Y/n) walked off after kissing my cheek, I felt my face turn bright red. I was snapped from my daze by James sneaking up behind me, "So, what did she say?"

"Sirius is going to kill me."

"What? Why would Sirius kill her? He's got a massive crush on her."

"No! I mean (Y/n) said yes, Sirius is going to kill me."

"He's your friend, he ain't going to kill you, Moony."

"She kissed my cheek. I know this was just the plan to get Pads to stop pestering her, but I never expected that she actually liked me. If I start actually dating her, Sirius is going to kill me for taking her away from him! You know how much he's head over heels for her!"

"Moony," James spoke grabbing my upper shoulders, "Do what you think is right. If Padfoot sees she's happy with you and doesn't have any interest in him, then he can't get mad at you. It's (Y/n)'s choice who she dates, Sirius can't get mad at you for that."

"I guess you're right."

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"MOONY! HOW COULD YOU?!"

I looked up from my breakfast to see Sirius walking up to me, an annoyed look on his face. It wasn't until he got closer that I realised there were tear remnants in his eyes and they were red, "How could you take her from me? I told you I loved her and then you go off and ask her out?! I thought we were friends."

"Oh be quiet, will you? People are trying to eat here!" Lily spoke from a few seats down before going back to her food. I could then see a glint in Sirius' eye and he smirked. He stood up on the bench in the space that was beside where I was sitting.

YOUR POV

"HEY (L/N)!"

I looked up to see what was going on and saw Sirius standing up on one of the benches beside the Gryffindor table. I tried my best to resist the urge to transform into my animagus form and just run out of there. Instead, I felt my face head up and I felt everyone staring at me as Sirius continued, "Would you rather go out with me or my good buddy here?" he shouted, pulling Remus up next to him, much to the latter dislike.

I knew everyone was now staring at me and I didn't want to answer. This time I didn't resist the urge and I transformed into my cat form and ran under the Hufflepuff table, and out of the Great Hall. I ran straight back to the Hufflepuff common room and up to my dorm, where I ran under my bed and curled up in a ball. I knew there was less o a chance of someone finding me under the bed in my cat form than on my bed in my human form.

"(Y/n), I know you're in here," I heard my friend's voice call out, "I saw you running in here." I slowly crept out from under my bed and transformed back. Arianna immediately ran up to me and hugged me, "Why did you run off? Come on, tell me." She spoke, sitting down on her bed. I slowly followed her over and sat down next to her, leaning into her, as she continued, "You know, any girl would kill to be in your position, you have two cute guys hanging off your every word, why wouldn't you want that?"

"I don't know. I guess I just don't want them to fight over me. The two of them are friends with each other, I didn't want to add to the scene in the Great Hall so I ran off."

At that moment, the door to our dorm room burst open and ran came an out-of-breath Jen, "(Y/n), there are two Gryffindor boys downstairs in the common room arguing over you, what did you do?!"

"I ran out of the Great Hall after Black decided to shout out in front of everyone asking me if I'd rather go on a date with him or as he put it 'his good buddy'."

"Oh... Well, can you come downstairs and talk to them before they destroy the common room, please?"

I sighed and stood up before following her downstairs, where Remus and Sirius were, not quite literally, at each other's throats.

"She ran off because of you!"

"No, she ran off because you asked her out, maybe I'll just tell the whole school you're a werewolf, then she won't want to date you!"

I gasped at that statement, causing the two boys to turn to be, their faces turning bright red.

"Yo, (L/n)! Good to see you, how are you doing?" Sirius asked, leaning his arm on Remus' head, causing the latter to growl. Instead of responding, I walked up to the two of them and pushed Sirius off, causing Remus to smile at me, "(Y/n), may I say something? When I asked you out on that trip to Hogsmeade, I had no idea that you liked me. I was just trying to help you get this one off you're back."

"What?! You are trying to steal her from me, Moony, why?!"

"I'm not trying to steal her from you! When I asked her, I wasn't expecting her to say yes, Sirius!"

"Y-you weren't expecting me to say yes? You mean the only reason you asked me out was to get Sirius off my back?" I asked, tears starting to brim in my eyes.

Both their eyes widened and I realised we were the only ones there, Arianna and Jen had left the common room. I tried to stay strong, not wanting to let my tears fall, "I was really looking forward to Saturday. It feels amazing to have the person you've had a crush on since 2nd year ask you out on a date. Thank you for crushing my soul."

I ran out of the common room before transforming into my cat form, thankful I had a free period, before running off to the Astronomy Tower, where I jumped up on the windowsill of one of the windows and rested my head on my paw, sighing and looking out at the sky.

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A few minutes after (Y/n) ran off, Jen came running back into the common room, "What did you two do?!"

"What do you mean? She just ran out!"

"What did you say to cause her to run off?"

I sighed and gulped, knowing how bad Jen's temper was when one of her friends was upset, before answering, "I told her I only asked her out to get Sirius off her back, and now I regret it."

Jen went silent for a few seconds before she shouted out, "You idiot! (Y/n) has had a massive crush on you since 2nd year! Tell me this, Lupin, do you like her?"

"Yes, but-"

"No buts! If you like her, then you need to go and sort it out. Now. Before you get hexed."

"I will just let me say one this; Sirius likes her too. What do we do? He's liked her for longer than I have."

"So what? Sirius Black has girls hanging onto him every day! It's you (Y/n) likes and if you like her back, you should go get the girl."

"She's right, Moony, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I can't help it if (Y/n) doesn't like me the same way she likes you, go and get the girl."

"But what if she doesn't like me now that she knows I'm a werewolf?"

"Remus Lupin," Jen spoke, grabbing my shoulders, "I know (Y/n). She's known of your... How did James put it, oh yeah, your 'Furry Little Problem' for ages. That didn't stop her from just forming a crush on you, she's in love with you. Trust me, she doesn't mind."

At this, I went to run out of the Hufflepuff common room, but then turned back and grabbed Sirius' wrist, dragging him with me, "Moony, what are you doing? She's not going to want to talk to me, and it's unkind of you to rub it in my face that you get the one girl that I've been pining for for ages!"

"I'm not going to rub it in your face! There's something you need to hear from (Y/n)."

We eventually found her at the top of the astronomy tower, looking out of the window.

YOUR POV

"(Y/n), please don't run off again, but we want to talk to you."

I turned around and transformed back into my human form, "Oh, hello. I don't want to talk to you two."

"Please, we just want you to answer us honestly."

"Which one of us do you like more? In a romantic way?" Sirius added, coming to sit next to me. Remus did the same shortly after, the three of us now sitting on the ground. I sighed, "I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you two to argue because of me."

"Listen (Y/n)," Remus spoke, causing me to turn to him, "Whichever of us you pick, we won't be mad. We just want your honest answer."

"I can't tell you."

"Is it because you like both of us?"

My head shot up at Remus' question and I gulped, "H-how'd you figure that out?!"

"Jen told me last year you liked Sirius but didn't want him to keep pestering you. Which is why I decided to ask you out to get him off your back, I wasn't expecting you to say yes, or kiss my cheek when I asked, cause I was sure you had a crush on Sirius, from what Jen had told me, but when you did both of those things, I started thinking and you running out of the Great Hall this morning to avoid answering the question gave me the final bit of proof I needed."

I sighed and buried my head in my knees, "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because I know you guys are gonna make me pick one of you, and I don't want to hurt either of you when I pick," I answered, picking my head back up. The two of them exchanged a glance before I felt them both lean closer to me and kiss my cheeks, "We could always share you." I then thought of an idea, and stood up, "I want to try something." I leaned closer to Remus' ear and whispered to him, "Kiss Sirius." His face flared bright red and I smirked before I did the same to Sirius, but swapped names, telling him to kiss Remus. As I predicted, his face also turned red, causing me to smirk, "Well, then, it's clear you both like each other too, as is evident by both your faces turning red when I told you to kiss each other, so why don't we just all date each other. I have two boyfriends, and you two both have a girlfriend and a boyfriend."

They both blinked at me and I hastily continued, "I-It's just a suggestion, you two don't have t-" I was cut off by Sirius taking my chin in his hand and kissing me, "I like that idea. Seem good to you, Moony?" Remus nodded before also kissing me. I smiled and hugged them both, "See, if you talk about your problems rather than shouting at each other and embarrassing me in front of the whole school, things will work out."

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I smirked to myself, sitting in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for the boys to come back, James and Sirius had got detention, and Remus had offered to go as well because he didn't want Professor McGonagall to have to deal with the two of them alone, working on an essay when the portrait opened, revealing the three boys I'd been waiting for. However, instead of making myself known, I just continued to write, "How did you get in here?!"

I looked up to see James' confused face and put down my quill, walking up to them, "Girlfriend privileges." I spoke as Remus and Sirius both gave me a hug, pecking one of my cheeks each. I saw James' confusion grow and I chuckled, "You two might want to explain what's going on to your friend."

However, the two of them were too preoccupied peppering me with kisses to notice and I sighed, knowing I'd have to tell James, "The three of us are all dating each other, 'poly-relationship' if you get what I mean."

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I'm going to stop this here before i gets any longer, it's already over 3000 words sfhadfhgf

#sirius black #remus lupin #remus loves sirius #wolfstar #x reader #female reader

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got a little internet who knows if/when it will go away so i am doing a star trek update because i am BEHIND! sunday we watched voy's "revulsion" and "the raven" and last night we watched voy's "scientific method" and ds9's "you are cordially invited."

revulsion (voy):

wasn't too sure about this one at first but in the end i decided the little freak in this episode is the fun kind of freak. hands down my favorite part was when he went on this long horrible rant about how disgusting biologics are and the emh goes with like this forced brightness "and this is the sensor array!" absolutely captures the horrors of listening to your m*ga relatives go on and on and just having to like...deal with it. also, it was incredibly fucking funny

harry and seven were SO cute but i wish he hadn't tried to woo her and i wish she hadn't done that "take off your clothes" thing. that said chakotay being like "suck it up you're gonna keep working with her"was also extremely funny

i do feel like this episode did a lot to humanize seven though, for lack of a better word...i know that chakotay's episodes at the start of voyager were way more racist than the episodes he gets now (not to say the eps he gets now AREN'T racist, but they also aren't playing the racist panflute while he helps janeway find her spirit guide). so it's my hope that eventually the incidents of sexism re: seven will sort of...die down. if they can ever get over her (sigh) catsuit. at least in picard they let her wear real clothes! and don't pad her bra

the raven (voy):

TEN OUTTA TENNNN

first of all, my new best friend seven (i knew this would happen, remember?) is EXTREMELY funny. i didn't realize it but the actress has a great sense of like, comedic timing. the whole bit with her slowly learning to chew and swallow food (neelix's cooking, no less) was fucking hilarious, the longer it went on the funnier it was

secondly my other best friend tuvok.............he and seven make such a great pair. i like that at no point did tuvok tell her she was being illogical. he stayed totally calm and helped calm her down and offered to support her through the whole thing without being a bitch because he knows she was sick, even if it was a mental issue and not a physical one. like, bitchy tuvok is fantastic, obviously, but i love that sometimes the logical thing to do is simply show compassion

AND i really loved the entire plot about this being the ship she was taken from...no fucking idea how they got out that far in her 6yo human lifetime but it was awesome to watch her put it together and then the final shot of her looking back as the ship crumbled...mwah

also shoutout to the gay people in this episode...i love when janeway reminds me of kirk and she reminded me of kirk a little bit in this one because of how like. she was so invested in helping seven learn art and finding her when she went missing and like. the bright way she said "there you are!" when she found her on the holodeck at the end. it's that same kind of over-investment kirk shows in spock in tos that goes beyond "friendly" or "coworkers." it was gay as hell

scientific method (voy):

ANOTHER WIN FOR VOYAGER? dare i say it...3 watchable voyager episodes in a row.

i didn't low tom and b'elanna's plot in this episode but they made up for it in the end by being kinda cute when they were teasing about their entire relationship having been built on alien lies or whatever and then they were getting ready to kiss the whole time. i thought b'elanna was being kind of silly insisting on secrecy when they were making out everywhere and i guess janeway did too because DAMN she gave them one of those big bad scary awful lectures...it was also redeemed by it being REALLY funny when tuvok caught them and he was just like :| because that's just what his face does

sleep deprived pissed off janeway!!!! she was amazing in this ep. another one where she reminded me of kirk, especially with the bit of her threatening to blow them all up at the end. he did canonically do that!!

seven and the doctor were so fun. seven did a great job, she was SO close, but you literally can't get one over on tuvok

the only thing i really hated about this ep was old chakotay. like, sure, fine, make somebody old, but why did they also make him white?? come on

you are cordially invited (ds9):

I LOVED THIS ONE!

headliner: i have finally forgiven odo. when kira avoided him all episode i was all but hissing at the very sight of him. when she was like "we need to talk" i was like NOOOO because i knew no matter what he did or said i would not be able to let go of my anger. i was so worked up about it that i was BESIDES myself that they skipped to the next morning without showing us what they talked about, and then...

in the closet. all night. all night they talked in the closet

and you know what? it's perfect. if i can't forgive him no matter what he said then simply don't show me what he said. show me kira and odo looking deeply relaxed and having the deepest conversation at like 10 in the morning after HAVING. SPENT. ALL NIGHT. IN THE CLOSET

idk one of my fav things they did was have kira find out about odo's feelings and then nothing changes...like, he can be in love with her and it's not a painful secret but it's also not a demand and they're still friends. that's so complex and good

the rest of this episode: mwah. my best friend quark and his unrequited love. sisko being glad to be home. julian and obrien fantasizing about killing worf and then beating the shit out of him at his own wedding. martok loving getting negged by his wife. jadzia crying into sisko's arms about her husband troubles. mwah. even alexander was funny despite me being lukewarm on him earlier. klutzy disaster isn't who he was in tng, like they just made up a new guy, which is annoying, but it is also charming, so i'll take it

the one thing that got me this ep was like...i was expecting jadzia to succeed in winning this lady's favor by defying her or capitulating to her or by doing some secret third thing, but they...never showed it? she just got married and the lady was like ok we're all good now!!

i also read that they tried to get the tng cast back for worf's wedding, just without lines...i get why they weren't there since it was on;y a week's notice (which may have been part of the reason they decided to do it like that) but can you imagine the fucking jumpscare if i'd seen picard on ds9 season 6. i would have died on the spot

TONIGHT, assuming my internet stays on: voy's "year of hell" parts i & ii. EXCITED!!!

#personal #star trek blogging #voy lb #ds9 lb

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percontaion-points · 2 years

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Covet chapters 24-27

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Chapter 24

“Beautiful.” But he’s not looking at the flowers when he answers. He’s looking at me…and somehow that makes everything better and worse, all at the same time.

Chapter 24 summary: The thing that hit Grace wasn’t some enemy, but rather, Hudson. They land in a tree, and she starts to chew him out for the longest time. He finally presents her a handful of wildflowers he’d picked, and she gets all gushy. They have a moment, which he breaks by pointing out a mama bear and her two cubs below. Grace asks that he put the flowers into her bag so that she doesn’t lose them, but he sticks them into her hair instead, and calls her beautiful.

Chapter 25

Because as soon as we make it around the first curve, she’s right there waiting for us, with her green eyes blazing and a grumpy frown on her face.

Chapter 25 summary: They get to the cave and go inside. That’s the entire fucking chapter; the entire thing is a little more than a page in length.

Chapter 26

But then she blinks, and she looks like a little old grandma again. Especially when she smiles and says, “Okay, dearies. Tell me everything.”

Chapter 26 summary: The bloodletter shows up. She’s not happy to see Hudson, but greets Grace like she’s a granddaughter who forgot to call her granny. Grace says that there’ve been some developments since they last saw one another, so the bloodletter tells them to come in so that they can explain.

In one of the other chambers of the cave, there are two corpses hanging upside down and draining blood into buckets. Grace gets it, but at the same time, not even the vamps at school display the animals they eat like that.

Chapter 27

“And you think repairing their bond will do that?” She takes another sip of blood, even as she contemplates him over the rim of her goblet.

“They were happy before,” Hudson grinds out.

“They were,” she agrees. “But if they really love each other, does it matter if there’s a mating bond or not?”

That’s kind of what I’ve been saying this entire time.

The two of them weren’t nearly half as happy as even Grace and Jaxon seem to think that they were.

“I only knew how to break yours with Jaxon because I’m the one who created it.”

Chapter 27 summary: Hudson tells the bloodletter that he and Grace are mated now. And that the bond between Grace and Jaxon was severed. No thanks to the bloodletter. They go back and forth for a while about trying to get the bloodletter to break the bond between Grace and Hudson so that Grace can be with Jaxon again.

The bloodletter finally turns to Grace and asks what she wants to do. She says she wants to be with Jaxon again, which is echoing everything that Hudson had been saying up until this point.

But then the bloodletter says that the only reason why the bond between Grace and Jaxon was so easily severed was because the bloodletter had created it, not nature.

#Crave series #Covet (Crave 3)#chapter 24 #Chapter 25 #chapter 26 #chapter 27 #Grace (Crave)#Hudson Vega #padding padding everywhere and no plot to be found #Jaxon Vega #toxic relationship #shitty people doing shitty things #pretends to be shocked

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averymuddysparrow · 1 year

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Dinah Kellina Lavigne-MacCarthy

Dutch Rabbit BioSynth | Female [She/Her] | Lesbian | 20s Range |

Height: 5’ 4”

Maker: Carah Casal + Mika Holt | Emmanuel Gallegos

Personality Notes: Significantly more of a follower than a leader, she rarely ever thinks for herself, instead following the lead of others | Despite this, she is very impassioned & determined | Cares for her friends & two brothers very deeply | Regards Ferrous Lucito like a brother, like the version of Terrence she never got | Admittedly a hopeless romantic, she desperately wants a girlfriend but hasn’t found the one yet | Highly invested in anything that seems like it might become romance and/or romance drama | Often helps Angelica get information

Develops serious trust issues & PTSD following ((major plot point I need to name))

Follows Angelica around everywhere

+ Loyal

+ Attentive/Observant

+ Helpful

- Relies on others to make choices for her

#my art #oc art #my ocs #WOSSOF #I am so unbelievably happy with how she turned out

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White nationalist groups like the Patriot Front and far-right groups like the Proud Boys are on the rise and represent the greatest threat to our country’s security, according to President Joe Biden, the Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI), and the Anti-Defamation League (ADL).

Last August, FBI Director Christopher Wray testified that investigations into domestic terrorism have “more than doubled” and that the threat comes from “those who advocate for the superiority of the white race” as well as “Anti-Government or Anti-Authority Violent Extremists.” In February, the ADL reported that white supremacist ideology catalyzed 80% of extremism-related homicides in 2022. And in May, Biden called white supremacy “the most dangerous terrorist threat to our homeland.”

But there’s no good evidence that domestic terrorism is increasing. Neither the FBI nor the Department of Homeland Security have submitted “comprehensive data to Congress in required reports” regarding violent extremism, found the U.S. Government Accountability Office. Last year there were only 21 homicides linked to white supremacists in the entire country. By comparison, Chicago alone saw an average of 58 homicides every month. From 2013 to 2021, the FBI’s domestic terrorism-related investigations increased by 357 percent, but there was no similar increase in terrorist attacks during that period.

Terrorism and racism are declining virtually everywhere, including in the U.S. The Global Terrorism Index reported that in 2022, deaths from terrorism fell by 9%, which is 38% lower than its peak in 2015. The number of terror attacks also decreased by 28% from 2021 to 2022. And a 2019 study found that in the United States, conscious and unconscious prejudice for “sexuality, race, and skin-tone attitudes” have decreased over the last decade.

If the number of open FBI cases reflected the actual level of extremist violence, there would be a domestic terrorist attack every day.

And now, a new investigation by Public finds that the FBI is not only exaggerating the threat of white supremacy, but is also embedding confidential human sources within white nationalist groups and encouraging members of these groups to engage in illegal activity.

Earlier this year, a white nationalist organization called Patriot Front held demonstrations in Washington, D.C., and Austin, Texas, sparking rumors online that the FBI was involved. In June, more rumors swirled when a fight broke out between American-flag-toting Proud Boys and a group of masked Rose City Nationalists at an Oregon City Pride Night Festival.

In an email to Public, FBI spokeswoman Joy Jiras denied any FBI involvement in the Oregon City rally but defended using undercover informants. “Federal courts and juries have overwhelmingly upheld the use of undercover operations in terrorism cases,” she said, “and their use has produced a lengthy public record of guilty pleas and convictions.”

But a source in a position to know has confirmed to Public that the FBI has pushed confidential informants to buy weapons so that agents can expand the scope and scale of domestic violent extremism investigations. The patterns in most FBI entrapment cases are eerily similar. The FBI pays an informant to lure people into planning and almost carrying out terrorist attacks using weapons, money, and other materials usually provided by the FBI before arresting them at the last minute.

This practice isn’t new. In the past, the FBI has entrapped Muslims and mentally impaired teenagers in terrorism plots. Previously, Public reported that the FBI was deliberately padding its Domestic Violent Extremism (DVE) numbers by incentivizing field offices to inflate statistics and pursue investigations without sufficient proof.

And now, new evidence suggests that the agency is going even further and using entrapment tactics. Lucas Gage, a retired Marine veteran previously involved with a far-right white nationalist group, recently posted a video on Twitter describing how the FBI’s Domestic Terror Unit tried to recruit him to embed into extremist groups like Atomwaffen. He described his recruitment process in an email to Public. “CIs [confidential informants] are paid in cash,” Gage explained. “There is no trace of them working with the FBI.”

Added Gage, “under no circumstances could a CI expose they work for the FBI, otherwise the deal would be off.” An FBI agent who approached Gage about becoming an informant asked if he “would be comfortable buying weapons and drugs when undercover.” A former FBI source corroborated that the FBI uses the tactics Gage described. This source explained that prompting informants to buy drugs and weapons is a prevalent strategy. For instance, as Lee Fang reported for The Intercept, in 2020, the FBI asked an Iowa truck driver who had collaborated with an animal rights group if he’d be willing to buy and sell drugs as an informant for the FBI.

FBI whistleblower Garret O’Boyle said it’s typical for confidential informants to deny involvement with the FBI and that they are required to do so. “Admonishments are given numerous times per year to every single [confidential human source] the FBI runs,” O’Boyle said, “including an admonishment that specifically and deliberately states that the [source] does not work for the FBI or the U.S. government and that they cannot claim they do.”

These “admonishments” are verbal statements read to informants to ensure they understand they are not federal government employees. Creating this distinction allows the FBI to use informants without being held accountable for their actions.

Rather than dealing with credible problems and dangers like child exploitation, mission creep has turned the FBI into a domestic spying agency. In May, FBI whistleblower Stephen Friend testified before the House Judiciary Committee, stating that he was removed from child exploitation cases and was assigned to investigate domestic extremism. His testimony suggests the FBI diverts valuable resources in order to pursue a political agenda.

Entrapping suspects by encouraging them to plan and commit crimes could potentially escalate the threats that the FBI is supposed to combat. Instead of protecting the public from violence, the FBI appears to be stoking domestic extremism in ways that violate civil liberties and jeopardize safety. Why is that?

#fbi #domestic terrorism #patriot front #terrorism #biden

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cupidssorbet · 11 months

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69.

Included characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Includes: Oral(F and M receiving), Teasing, Praise, Not much plot, words like “Pretty” “Cunt/Pussy” etc used, AFAB but no pronouns or specific looks etc, NOT PROOFED.

Art by: ShkretArt.

Word count: 818.

"You sure you wanna do this?" You asked again wanting to make sure and he just looked at you quirking a brow, and you let out a slight laugh. "Okay okay I get it, I just don't wanna-" "I can handle it love, no need for worryin' yeah?" Simon stated plain and simple patting his chest as he settled back.

Carefully you settled into the spot he motioned for you, grabbing hold of your hips, not entirely digging his fingers into the supple flesh, you were so focused on him that he gave you a gentle tap on the side to bring you back. Your hands snaking down to his boxers moving to let his hard length spring free, precum beading at the red tip, carefully wrapping your hands around it, giving it a soft squeeze as you licked the tip gently.

Earning a low hiss and a 'fuck' from simon, as his hands slowly made their way from their hips to your cunt, spreading the wet puffy lips softly, "Lookit you, wet and I haven't even touched you." followed by a low chuckle as he swiped a thumb pad through earning a shudder from you as placed kitten lips to the tip. "Real damn pretty like this." he hummed as he brought his thumb pad to circle your clit enjoying the muffled noises that he elicited that had him biting back his own noises.

Slowly you moved your head down further, muffled moans and whines sending vibrations right to his cock that had him twitching softly in your mouth, you were focused before his mouth found your wet cunt, lapping lazily at first. Enjoying the noises he could get from your lips.

Subconsciously you pushed your hips out more as you lowered your head further and further until you gagged slightly around him, earning a small groan from Simon, as he pulled away to give your ass a small slap before his hands immediately went back to your thighs. “Love this darling, real beautiful huh?” You hummed in response causing a small buck of his hips, he could practically feel the smile.

“Cheeky tonight aren’t ya?” He chuckled gruffly as he went to suck purple marks into your skin of your thighs going everywhere but your dripping cunt, as you began to move your head slowly but surely setting a pace, gagging softly around it, pulling off with an obscene wet ‘pop!’ as you caught your breath rubbing up and down languidly. When he’d just barely ghost over where you wanted him most you just barely push your hips out earning small chuckles and smacks to the ass. “A bit impatient too huh?” he asked and you could head the stupid smirk in his tone.

You rolled your eyes in response, as you gave the base of his cock a teasing little squeeze, causing him to buck his hips almost desperately into your grasp. “Alright alright, I get it.” He murmured, his attention going back to where you wanted him. “Look at this pretty pussy, damn wet and I haven’t even touched ya that much.” Simon swiped a thumb pad over your clit just barely applying pressure but as soon as his mouth found it, you thought you were done for.

He flattened his tongue doing long striped as you began to pick up the pace of your rubbing, applying soft pressure and kitten licks that usually drove him wild and by the way he began to center only on your clit you could tell it was.

Simon alternated between diving in like a starving man and zoning in on the parts that had you moaning and drooling around his cock, after sometime of this you popped off his cock, “Simon, Fuckk— Simon!” You said hitting his thigh earning a lazy ‘Mm?’ In response that didn’t stop his ministrations. Before he got the message and stopped, “You close?” When you nodded he only went right back to it with a ‘Good’ muffled.

Your mouth found the tip of his cock suckling softly before going back down to the hilt as you felt him twitch in your mouth and the low muffled pants and groans giving you another clue. You hollowed your cheeks and took as deep as you could, moving at a pace that you knew he liked.

Eventually, you felt that coil tighten and tighten, and Simon’s dick twitch, “Fuck so damn good love.” He murmured gruffly, diving right back into it. “So close.” And you hummed in response, both chasing your highs until it you. Cumming on his tongue as his cum spurted down your throat causing you to still for a moment.

Swallowing before you popped off, but he continued to lap and lick, “Simon! Come on, ohh fuck,” you sighed out legs feeling like jelly, before he chuckled and relented, “Alright alright, I’ll give you a break love, just know this round one.”

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i think he knows - spencer reid

synopsis: based on the request "I wanted to know if you could write a one shot about spencer and reader based on the song i think he knows by taylor swift? maybe spencer keeps dropping hints about knowing readers feelings and finally asked her out and their mutual love for each other? i don’t your writing is pretty so you’ll probably do it better than me. maybe throw in some height difference and spicy fluff? thank you <3" from anonymous

warning: smoking, cigarettes (i don't condone smoking cigarettes, just thought it would be an interesting plot device!)

category: spicy fluff, angst, fluff and more fluff

word count: 2.4k+

a/n: thank you so much 🥺 i hope you enjoy it, and i'm sorry it took so long. i hope i did your request justice <3

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I think he knows his footprints

On the sidewalk

Lead to where I can't stop

Go there every night

If I knew anything at all, it was that Spencer knew how I felt about him. I’d follow him blindly anywhere if he only asked me to. It was like I could constantly hear his footsteps, and I could see the prints everywhere that he walked, carpets and sidewalks and tile soaked with this thick black ink that called me to go where he goes. My coworkers teased that I often followed him around like a lost puppy dog; floating around behind him like a cartoon character with my hands clasped at my chest and hearts for eyes. Even if he knew and felt the same way as our coworkers did, he went out of his way to ensure I didn’t feel bad about it. He seemed quite content having me follow him around, hanging off of his every word. He never looked at me with disdain, or annoyance, but only with love and kindness as he always had. Little did I know the rest of the team teased him about as much as they teased me.

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

I could sit and watch him as we all sat at our favourite bar for hours. His longer fingers wrapped around a virtually untouched glass of whisky that Rossi had insisted he try, a single ice cube slowly melting and tainting the expensive liquid. The condensation wet the pads of his fingers and I found myself having to tear my eyes away from his hands before somebody noticed. It was shameless the way I stared sometimes, and it was a wonder that he hadn’t called me out yet. It was hard to keep the picture of his fingers and hands out of my mind; how they would feel on my body, the fabric of my clothes, my skin. A shiver tore through my body as I blinked twice, hard, trying to rid myself of the image.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

“You need a refill?”

His voice took me out of my cyclical thoughts of infatuation, and my head snapped up as Spencer moved to stand in front of me, towering over where I sat at the table. I glanced down at my nearly empty drink, feeling my face flush as he reached across me to pick it up. Looking back up at him, he watched me expectantly with raised eyebrows and I nodded fervently.

“Come with me,” he added, holding both our drinks in his hands. I stood up quickly at his demand and immediately stumbled back slightly at our sudden proximity. My nose was practically pressed in between his collarbones, and the smell of his cologne intoxicated me as I took a clumsy step back. He quickly grabbed the fabric of my dress at my waist, steadying me with only two fingers and I felt a shiver run through me again. As we made our way to the bar, I couldn’t help but notice the small shadow of a smirk pass over his face as he led me away from the table.

I admired him as I walked behind him. There was something about Spencer that was just so intoxicating. He looked so handsome in his sweater vest, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and a loose-fitting blazer with the sleeves rolled up made him look like the professor you have in university that you end up writing fan-fiction about. He was so young, so sweet and innocent, and yet had an air of dominance about him. And god, he was so tall.

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

I felt like a school girl with a crush all over again. I watched him order my drink, leaning down to speak with the bartender over the loud music. His hand was still on my waist, his fingers moving slightly as he moved back to me while the bartender started on our drinks, reaching into his pocket with his other hand to grab a twenty dollar bill. I looked up at him, standing so close to me that I had to lean my head all the way back just to capture his full face in my brain.

“Are you having a good time?” He asked absently, glancing down at my blushing face. I nodded again.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Are you?”

“I always have a good time with you,” Spencer said with a small smile, pinching my waist lightly where his hand sat. I squealed quietly, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his to stop him from tickling me.

“Shut up, Spence,” I laughed, and I felt my heart stop in my chest as he maneuvered our hands so our fingers were locked together.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he replied, his tone changing suddenly.

I looked up at him again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He reached up again with his free hand and gently pressed his thumb into the crease between my brows, something he had done almost as long as we had known each other. I smiled slightly and tried to relax my brows, but I couldn’t shake the nervous feeling that had overcome my body at his sudden confession.

We stared at each other in the flashing lights of the crowded bar, trying desperately to read each other’s expressions. He was looking deep into my eyes, scanning for something, but I just wasn’t sure exactly what. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was scared he could hear it over the thumping music.

“Y/N, I…” He started, interrupted by the bartender sliding our drinks towards him, and he quickly handed the guy the money he had been holding, clearing his throat and thanking him with a nod.

“You what?” I asked, tugging at the hem of his blazer urgently as he picked up our drinks. He leaned down until his mouth was near my ear. His hair tickled my face as it fell forward, having to tilt his head down quite far in order to reach my ear. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“I know.” He said finally, his lips brushing by earlobe and causing me to shiver for the third time that night.

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

“I need some air.” I gasped, stepping back from him and nearly bumping into the people behind me. My mind was going a million miles a minute and I felt like I may faint. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he had said it, but it couldn’t have been long: he was still holding both of our drinks, head tilted towards me as he pulled back slightly with a concerned look on his face. I couldn’t bear to look at him any longer, and I turned quickly, scanning for the nearest escape. I spotted the exit to the small smoker’s pit in the corner of the bar and began making my way towards it as quickly as I could, ignoring Spencer calling my name behind me.

It felt deafeningly hot, suffocating, and I couldn’t breathe until I broke outside into the fenced area full of people smoking cigarettes and vapes around me.

Despite the harsh smell of tobacco around me, I was deeply relieved to take a deep, heaving breath of the cold outside air. To say I was terrified was an understatement. I knew exactly what Spencer had meant when he told me he knows. I had no clue what he meant exactly by it, if he felt the same way, if he was rejecting me, or why he had even decided to tell me at such an odd time.

“Can I bum one of those?” I asked a woman as I made my way further into the pit, and she nodded, shaking one out of her pack and handing it to me.

“Need a light?” She asked, reaching up with her lighter to help me. I wasn’t a smoker by any means, but with the amount of stress I was feeling, and the fact that I had abandoned my alcoholic saviour in Spencer’s hand back inside, it was the best next thing.

I knew Spencer wasn’t gonna let me just disappear and leave it alone, and I had approximately 30 seconds at most before he found me among the crowd of smokers.

I took a long drag of the cigarette, trying not to scrunch my nose in distaste at the flavour. I closed my eyes and prayed somehow Spencer hadn’t seen me beeline out to this door and that somehow he wouldn’t find me.

The thing I liked about smokers is that they never felt the need to stand around making conversation as they smoked. I stood in the peaceful quiet of the pit, feeling my body begin to calm down and my heart rate begin to level out.

That is, until I saw the door across the pit push open harshly, banging against the outside of the bar and causing people to jump. I knew it was Spencer instantly, not only from the aggressive door action, but the fact that he towered over virtually everyone else outside. It wasn’t hard to spot his mussed brown hair over the other heads of the crowd, which meant it wouldn’t take him long to spot me with his vantage point either. I cursed under my breath and turned to face the fence enclosing the smoker’s pit, looking out over the crowded parking lot and wincing as I heard my name again.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his voice loud behind me now. I sighed slightly, flicking the ash off the cigarette and shaking my head, not turning around.

“Spencer, please don’t do this right now.” I said quietly.

“Are you smoking?!” He huffed loudly, grabbing my arm and gently tugging me to face him. “Y/N, what the hell?”

I looked up at him with as blank of a face I could muster and threw the cigarette at our feet, stomping on it with my high-heeled foot while not breaking eye contact. He crossed his arms, watching me with an eyebrow raised.

“Seriously?”

“I don’t wanna talk, Spencer.”

“Too bad.” He growled, pulling me again out of the fenced area and into the parking lot. He turned to face me finally, letting go of my arm.

I could feel the emotions bubbling back up inside me, and I inwardly cursed him for finding me as I felt tears welling in my eyes.

“Please, don’t.” I begged quietly, my voice cracking. “I’m embarrassed enough.”

“Don’t what?” He asked, his tone and expression softening as he took in my face, taking a step towards me. I took a step back, crossing my arms over my body and trying to swallow away the lump in my throat. “Hey,” he whispered.

“I can’t… I can’t handle you rejecting me. So, please. Just pretend you don’t know, okay? Please don’t say anything.” It was hard to get the words out without sobbing, and I hugged myself tighter as I felt my chin quiver.

“Y/N, my God…” he whispered, stepping closer to me again. “Please, just listen, okay?”

I was face-to-face with his chest as he got closer to me, and he reached up to press his thumb between my eyebrows again, looking down at me with sad eyes.

“I was not planning on rejecting you,” he started. “I-in fact, I, I was planning on telling you that… I feel the same way.” He relaxed his hand against my face, his palm cupping my cheek as he gently ran his thumb over my eyebrow, his fingers tickling my hair at the nape of my neck.

When we get all alone

I'll make myself at home

And he'll want me to stay

“I love you, Y/N. I have for so long.” He was scanning my face, eyes desperate, as he whispered his confession. My tears were running down my cheeks, his hand against my face catching them as they fell.

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, and I was sure I would need a defibrillator to restart my heart after this interaction. My mouth was agape as I looked up at him with teary eyes, the dim lights in the parking lot shining down and making him look like an angel. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, so lightly I was sure I was imagining it, and I felt my eyes flutter closed as he wiped my tears off my face with his hand, sliding it back to tangle his fingers into my hair and tilting my head back ever so gently to gain better access as he towered over me. I lifted my feet slightly, my 4-inch heels coming off the ground as I stood on the balls of my feet, attempting to get closer to him as he deepened the kiss. His mouth was intoxicating, and I could taste the salt of my tears mingled into our kiss. He tasted so sweet, and there was a tinge of bitterness on his tongue, no doubt from the whisky that I would guess he had downed before coming out to find me. I hoped I didn’t taste too much like cigarettes.

His other arm had snaked around my waist now, and he was holding me up on my tiptoes as he kissed me hungrily. I moved my hands from where they had been gripping onto his clothes for support and wrapped my arms around his neck fully, bringing us as close as I possibly could. He was grunting and moaning into my mouth, and his need for me was tangible, as mine was for him. Our kiss was full of years of built up repressed feelings, and it was enough to make me weak in the knees.

Spencer was fully holding me up by the time we finally pulled apart for air, both gasping hard as he held me against him.

“Spencer,” I whispered, my chest heaving against his in perfect time.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice raspy as he kissed the corner of my mouth, and then my cheek, and then my ear. “I love you, god, so much.”

“I love you, Spence.” I said softly, running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest.

“I know,” he pressed a chaste kiss to my neck as I felt him smile against my skin.

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

Where we gonna go?

I think he knows

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