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I'm insane, but I'm your baby

Dark!Bucky x Reader (age gap au)

Run-through: You broke things off with Bucky shortly after you realised that he was quickly becoming overly emotionally reliant on you. And you were not ready for that kind of commitment. Besides, when you and Bucky first got together, the rule was no emotional bond at all. It was all just transactional, exciting, and fun. But then he changed. And you didn’t realise just how much you meant to him… until he showed you.

Themes: ex-sugarbaby!bucky, dark!bucky, obsessive!bucky, sugarmommy!reader, mild MDLB (nicknames only), possessive!bucky, switch!bucky, smut, brief somno, bondage, praise kink, reader gets referred to as “mommy” a lot, dub con, manipulation, age gap (Bucky is in his twenties, Reader is in her late thirties), gun play, mentions of stalking and violence

a/n: warning – dark fic, pls read the themes carefully and do not consume media that makes you uncomfortable.

You knew he was already in your house the moment you walked in.

Firstly because that was his car outside, parked near the driveway fountain. Secondly, because he’d been doing this for a whole week now. Ever since the two of you broke up, he’d show up at your house whenever he wanted.

He still had copies of the keys you’d given him. And he acted like a brat each time you asked for the keys back. What if I left something and I desperately needed it? He’d argue. You were a busy woman, head of and handling family businesses and some of your new ones as well so you rarely had enough time to argue over keys with a young man who refused to act his age.

Part of his bratty behaviour was your fault, you knew that. He was already spoiled when you met him – typical rich boy who rebelled against his rich parents whenever he wanted. But then when he met you, he became a total brat. You spoiled him even more than his family did – cars, trips, jewellery, a penthouse in whatever city he wanted, everything he’d asked for, you gave it to him.

In return, he was at your beck and call. He often joked about how you trained him like a loyal puppy. You laughed, because it was true. Whenever you called, he came running to you.

Your ‘relationship’ was perfect in the beginning. It was fun, and an amazing way for you to unwind and get away from the hectic work life. But then, Bucky got clingy. Emotionally clingy. And you tried to talk to him about it, but he would just act up and refuse to listen. Or, most of the time he’d just distract you with his amazing body.

So you went with the flow for a couple of more months, before about a week ago you sat him down and broke things off. Of course it wasn’t easy. Bucky was especially bratty about it and was having none of it. But eventually stormed out of your house.

He was back the very next day, begging and pleading for you to take him back. You asked him to leave. Then he was back the following day, same old story. Then the day after that, he’d let himself into your house while you were still at home. You’d asked him to leave.

And he’d been repeating this bullshit for a whole week now. You were tired. Your days at work weren’t particularly easy. You had a huge staff to manage, meetings to attend, everything rested on your shoulders. All you wanted was some quiet time when you got home but no. A certain blue eyed young man, previously your sugarbaby, wouldn’t leave you alone.

You sighed as you walked further into your house. Dropping your keys and shoes in the foyer as you walked towards the kitchen. And there he was.

Wearing nothing but dark grey sweatpants. Smooth, tatted skin exposed. With his bare, muscular back to you, cooking something like he was completely at home in your space. Well, he did live here with you for the last few months.

You watched him for a moment as he moved with ease in your kitchen. Fuck, why did he have to be so irresistible? Especially in this kitchen, where you’d fucked countless of times…

“What are you doing?” You asked, once you were done eye-fucking him.

Bucky turned to look at you with a sly grin on his face. He lowered the flame, wiped his hands on a nearby tea towel and made his way over to you.

You couldn’t even push him away as he held you in his muscular arms. You could feel the dampness on his skin, like he’d just gotten out of the shower. Surely he even used your gym as well.

He nuzzled your cheek, “Hi mommy,” He whispered, “How was your day?” He kissed along your cheek, then down your neck. So slowly you felt yourself slipping under his spell again.

But then you recovered and carefully stepped out of his embrace. Ignoring the hurt on his pretty face at you pulling away, you asked again, “What are you doing, Bucky?”

“Making you dinner.” He answered, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist again, “Your favourite pasta.” He smiled down at you, then leaned in to kiss your nose. “Want some wine while you wait for it to be done?”

You sighed, pulling away again. “Bucky, I don’t like having to kick you out all the time.” You stated, looking him right in those puppy dog, ocean blue eyes. “But enough is enough. Give me my keys and please,” You tried not to sound too harsh, “Please leave. You and I, we’re done. I can’t… I can’t give you what you want, and we agreed on that. So please, leave.”

He was quiet. So were you. It was tense, heavy, emotional silence. You were tired of always breaking his heart like this. Why couldn’t he just understand?

“But I thought…” He crossed his arms, his muscles looking even bigger this way. “Did you never love, or care about me?” His tone suddenly softened.

You sighed for probably the tenth time. “Bucky, this again?”

He gave you the innocent, puppy dog eyes again. “I just… I thought we had something, mommy.” He whispered, sounding like a lost puppy, “Didn’t we?” He inched closer, his body heat wrapping around you. “Didn’t we, mommy?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. “Don’t you remember how good we were together?”

You almost gave in again… almost. “Get out.” You said.

He pulled away, surprised and frowning at the coldness in your calm tone. “Wha… what?”

You almost felt bad. “You heard me. Get out.” You repeated. “Don’t make me call security.”

He reluctantly left.

You heard the purring of his car engine gradually fade, and the alarms signalled that the gates were shut again.

You went to the stove and turned it off, the food already ruined. You cursed under your breath because you knew this wasn’t the last time. Bucky could be adamant when he wanted something.

Or someone.

—

Much to your surprise, he didn’t show up the next day. Or the day after that. And just when you thought he was finally out of your life… you dreamt of him one day. Even in your dreams he was not ready to let you be.

You dreamt of him in your room, in your bed. His soft hair brushing against your face as he kissed all over your jaw and neck… nibbling on your skin.

He chuckled when you let out a sigh of pleasure. “I know, mommy.” He kissed along your exposed neck. “I know you didn’t mean it when you said we were done the other day,” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours, “See? Even in your sleep your body still wants me.” He sounded pleased. Mischievous.

“So beautiful… and all mine.” You felt his phantom hands brushing against your thighs… like he always did whenever he woke up in the same bed as you.

He always took full advantage of the fact that you slept in the nude. And you lived for those moments, those slow mornings filled with endless kisses and caresses and cuddles, and him being brat and not wanting you to leave the bed, or him. You dreamt of his lips kissing down your neck, down your chest, down your torso…

He chuckled again, his boyish laughter echoing in your head. “You’re all wet for me, mommy.” He noted. He was right. You could feel it. Dreams always heightened every sense so you were fully aware of the wetness in between your thighs.

He kissed your hips, whispering, “Your baby boy is hungry, mommy…” He kissed right above your clit, warm breath making your body come alive even in dreams. He always had a talent of making your body sing whenever he touched you.

Then his warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your things apart to give him better access. Your hand moved lazily, fingers ready to slide into his hair… even in your dreamy fantasies you assumed his hair would be silky soft… but you couldn’t quite move your arm.

That was the equivalent of warning bells ringing. You opened your eyes, no longer dreaming, and gasped in surprise as you not only found Bucky in between your legs but your hands were tied to the headboard. With one of his expensive ties.

“Bucky…” His name sounded more like a soft moan as he shamelessly tasted you, eating you out passionately, giving you his all.

At the sound of his name, he looked up. Held your stare as he lazily circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, then said, “Morning, mommy. How did you sleep?”

“What…” You sounded breathless as his finger slowly slid inside you, stroking that spot inside you that he knew all too well. Fuck, this was sweet torture… “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, finger-fucking you lazily. “Waking you up, of course.” He frowned playfully. “What does it look like I’m doing? Hmm?” He pressed another kiss to your throbbing clit before he nuzzled the space between your hips, “How dare you keep this away from me, huh? How dare you keep yourself away from me, mommy?”

You were too overwhelmed to speak. Hands tied above your head, his finger and tongue in between your legs… each time you opened your mouth to speak, only moans escaped. No coherent sentences.

“Bucky!” You cried out when he made you come the first time. He just chuckled and showed no sign of stopping. He added another finger and kept stroking that spot inside you, his tongue kept teasing your clit until you came a second time. “Bucky, please…” You begged.

He looked up this time, smiling like a devilish, blue-eyed, young god. “Yeah, mommy?”

“Please just… untie me.” You whispered, breathlessly.

He chuckled, in that boyish way of his. “No? Cause then you’ll just pull away from me.” He reasoned. “I like you like this, all nice and open for me.” He said, “I really missed this, I didn’t even touch myself because… because that’s your job, isn’t it?” He rambled, fingers still slow fucking you. “You can’t just kick me out and stop caring for me just cause you feel like it, mommy.” He frowned, in a way you’d always found both bratty and adorable. “Don’t you see? Don’t you see I need you?”

You sighed and whined as he made you come once more before removing his fingers from you.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, kissing his way up your body, “Your baby boy needs you, mommy.” He whispered as he nuzzled your neck.

You had no choice but to play along, ignoring the way your body, traitor that it was, craved him still. “Baby,” You whispered, “I need you to untie me, okay?”

“No.” He said in that bratty voice of his.

You groaned internally. This is what you get for fucking around with clingy, younger men. “Baby, please.”

He pulled away to look down at you. His glorious body hovering above yours. Bare chest, only black sweatpants today. “You won’t pull away?”

“No.” You answered, truthfully.

“And you won’t ask me to leave?”

“No, baby.” You were beginning to hear that familiar bratty tone in his voice. He could get whatever he wanted when he got in moods like these.

He smirked, with nothing but a glazed, determined look in his pretty eyes. “Good,” He said, then reached behind him and pulled out his silver handgun. A very familiar handgun. Damn you, another silly purchase. This one even had his initials engraved on it. Bucky chuckled when he saw the look on your face, “Oh I would never hurt you, mommy. This is just… precaution.”

You nodded, holding his stare. You said nothing as he brought the gun closer to your chin. The cold barrel pressed against your skin as he dragged it downwards. Your heart raced faster than it ever had. Bucky’s eyes followed the trail of the gun as yours remained fixed on his face.

Then he said, “Do you remember when you gave this to me?” He stopped the barrel right in between your breasts. “Do you remember how much fun we had that night?” He smirked, dragging the barrel further down your body.

You hissed as the cold barrel pressed against your wet folds. Bucky had a heated look in his lust-drunk, now hooded eyes as he slid the tip of it up and down your folds, coating the barrel with your wetness.

You squirmed under him, instinctively grinding against it. It felt immoral, chasing that feeling. Fuck.

“Look at you, mommy.” He mumbled. “All of this for your baby boy, huh?” He brought the now wet barrel to his mouth, opening his mouth to let his pink tongue out. He held your stare as he licked it clean. That sinful tongue of his tasting you again. “You always taste so fucking good…” He tossed the gun aside once he was done proving his point.

Your mind was a mess. Torn between giving in to desire and lust, or side with rational thinking.

“Open your mouth, mommy.” He whispered, leaning in until his face was just inches above yours.

When you did open your mouth, he spat in it before leaning in to give you an orgasmic kiss. Messy, wet, warm… your body tingled under him. His warm skin pressing against yours. Bucky reached up and untied your wrists.

Instead of trying to put some distance between your bodies, you found your hands reaching for him. Your fingers sliding into his hair as he moaned into your mouth. “Fuck… mommy,” He whimpered, holding you closer and kissing you deeper. “More,” He groaned, “I want more.”

Your bodies moved into position instinctively. Your legs spread just enough for him to settle in between them.

You had forgotten just how sensitive you were from earlier, so you hissed in pleasure and pain as he slid all the way in.

You saw panic in his eyes for a moment as he calmed you down, cradling your head and kissing your face. “Shh, shh, hey,” He whispered softly, “It’s just me,” He said, kissing your lips, “It’s just your baby boy, mommy. Open up for me, that’s it, there you go…” He moaned as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

You swore as Bucky moved his hips expertly, slipping in and out of you with ease. Soon, he was slamming into you, his movement animalistic and unrestrained much like his feelings. He was relentless, taking what he wanted, how he wanted.

“Buck…” You whined, giving up and just letting him pleasure you.

Bucky slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. “You feel so good, mommy.” He murmured as he increased his pace, fucking into you mercilessly as your legs locked around him.

Your thoughts were a mess yet again as you felt your vision getting blurry with each passing second. You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him, hard, each time he filled you up. “Baby…” You moaned.

“I know, I know,” He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “Tell me I feel good inside you,” He whispered, “Tell me I fuck you good, mommy.” Damn him. He knew just what made you lose your mind and he used them all to his advantage, making you fall under his spell just like that.

He sped up, rocking his hips harder against yours when he noted that you weren’t doing as he asked. His hand reached around to grab your throat carefully. He squeezed gently, speeding up into you as he looked straight into your eyes, your soul. “Tell me I fuck you good.” He said, jaws clenching and a vulnerable look in his eyes.

You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. “You… you feel so good, baby.” You mumbled, Bucky leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours as you whispered, “You fuck me so good.”

He smirked. “I know.” He sounded cocky as he said, “I know only I can make you feel this good, mommy.”

Your walls constricted around him, hard enough to make him go faster. Bucky pounded into you harder than before, the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room. He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt tears escape your eyes.

“Baby…” you were breathless, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you silly.

“Come for me, mommy.” He groaned, giving you a messy kiss as he moaned some more against your mouth, “Come for me…”

You let the pressure build inside you, before letting go, unable to hold back. More hot tears streamed down your face as Bucky kept pounding into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, chasing his own.

“Fuck, mommy,” He came with a loud groan, filling you up with his cum yet again. You caught your breath as he leaned down to kiss you again. Kissing all over your face, down your neck and your shoulder. “That was so good,” he whispered, “See how good we are?” He caressed your face, “Why do you want to throw this away, huh?” He kissed your forehead.

Then he looked over at your bedside table and chuckled.

“Look at the time,” He sounded calm and normal again. “You’re gonna be late for work, mommy.” He giggled, kissing your cheek, “Want me to drive you? We could grab breakfast on our way.”

Your brain was too foggy for you to string together words or sentences so you just nodded and whispered, “Okay.”

—

After that morning, it was back to being as if you’d never broken up in the first place.

Each time you even try to say something regarding your relationship, Bucky would shut you up with a mind melting kiss. His skilled tongue and hands could make anyone forget anything.

You’d wake up each day to find flowers on your bedside. Breakfast was always already made. And Bucky was always ready to drive you to work.

You decided to bring this whole situation up one day while he was driving. “You know we can’t keep doing this, right Bucky? We can’t… you can’t keep acting like this.” You looked at him, sunglasses hiding his pretty eyes, jaws clenched, that tight black t-shirt hugging his muscular body…

Bucky sent a quick glance your way, smirked, placed his hand higher up your thigh and asked, “What are you talking about?” He was so fucking good at acting oblivious.

“This, Bucky!” You gestured to all of him. “All of this. You refusing to leave, you driving me to work.” You listed. “We ended whatever was between us,” You stated. “Why are you being like this?” You lowered your tone, realising that reasoning with him was futile.

He didn’t say a word. He kept driving, kept his warm hand on your thigh. His touch was as electric as always. His calm demeanour was nothing but a façade, and you knew. He was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.

And he did.

When he pulled into the underground parking lot of your office building, he grabbed your wrist before you could get out of the car.

“Let go, Buck. I’m getting late for a meeting.” You told him.

He took his sunglasses off, tossed them aside and said, “You’re the boss. There’s no such thing as the boss being late.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine, what do you want?”

“You.” He answered, leaning closer as he tugged on your arm to bring you closer to him. Fuck he smelt good. “You’re all I want, mommy. No expensive gifts, no trips, no cars, nothing.” He whispered, brushing his lips against your cheek. “Just you. All of you.”

You groaned, pulling away a little. “I can’t give you that.” You explained. “I have a busy life, I can’t commit, I cannot be in a normal relationship, I can–,”

He cut you off, tightening his grip in your wrist. “Is there someone else?” He questioned, again with that glazed look in his eyes. “Hmm? Is there some… Steve?”

You frowned, “How do you know Steve?”

Bucky smirked, “I went through your phone after you fell asleep last night.” He confessed with no shame. “He texts you quite a lot, doesn’t he? He’s a bit too flirty to be just an employee, mommy.” Bucky spoke, low and deep. “Who is he?”

“No one.” You answered truthfully. Sure, Steve could be a little flirty sometimes. But he was amazing at his job and you couldn’t lose him so you ignored his flirty comments and texts as one does. He was indeed no one though. “Just an employee, Buck.” You said, quite annoyed. “Don’t fucking touch my phone again.”

He subtly flinched at the coldness in your tone. “Sorry, mommy.” He murmured. He looked genuinely apologetic for a moment. “I… I saw someone kept texting you late at night and,” He let go of your wrist and slid his hand in between your thighs, “I had to see who it was.”

Yeah. Pencil skirts around him? Bad idea.

But his hand felt so good. His fingers sliding up and down the flimsy material of your thong. You gasped as he slid a finger into you easily. “Oh damn you, Bucky.”

He chuckled darkly into your ear. “Do you like him?” He asked, sliding another finger inside you, making you roll your hips, thrusting into his hand. “Do you let him touch you?”

“No,” You whined. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping his hand in between your legs as you moaned. “He’s… no one.”

“He better be no one,” Bucky whispered, kissing down your neck as he finger-fucked you. “Otherwise…,” He gently nibbled on your skin, “You know I always keep my gun on me, mommy.”

You gasped in shock and pleasure. “Bucky, please.”

“I will never hurt you,” He whispered. Then chuckled almost maniacally. “You know I will never hurt you. But that doesn’t mean I won’t get rid of whoever tries to come between me and my mommy,” He said, thrusting his fingers rapidly in and out of you. “You’re mine.”

The interior of the car was heating up. The air was dense and hot, your heart was racing as he touched you, taking you higher and higher… until he stopped abruptly. Pulled his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth, shamelessly moaning at your taste.

You almost came at the sight of it.

You didn’t realise your hand had subconsciously started making its way in between your legs, seeking to alleviate the sweet pain there, until Bucky slapped your hand playfully and said, “Stop that. That’s my job.”

That broke you out of whatever spell you were under. “Why’d you… why did you stop?” You questioned, breathing heavily.

Bucky smiled, kissed you on the forehead and said, “I have to keep you wanting more, mommy.” He kissed your mouth, gently. “I’ll pick you up later. Just give me a call, okay?”

And just like that, he avoided confronting the situation at hand. Again.

—

A few days later, by some miracle, you’d managed to talk Bucky out of dropping you and picking you up from work each day.

But of course, he didn’t agree to that out of reason. No, he needed to see something.

You were unaware of it but Bucky had gotten access to most of the security cameras placed in your office building. The underground garage, your personal office, your assistants’ offices, the lobby, everything.

He did it to keep an eye on you at all times. All because he wanted you safe all the time. And anytime you were out of his sight, his heart was restless. This was the only way he could be at peace.

But also, he needed to keep an eye on this Steve.

—

One evening you came home, and the house was eerily quiet.

No dinner cooking. No extravagant flower arrangement waiting for you in the foyer. No cheesy notes. Nothing.

The silence was the opposite of peaceful. You walked cautiously inside your own home, looking for the cause of this tension in the air. The kitchen was empty. So was the sunroom. And that left…

There he was. Sitting in your lavish living room. Manspreading on a sofa with a drink in his hand and… his gun in the other hand.

You stopped and froze immediately. “Bucky?” You called out, given he was staring at the ground rather than at you. He didn’t reply so you tried again, “Baby? What is it?”

He looked up this time. Whatever his moods were, he could never resist those nicknames coming from your mouth. He took one last sip of his drink, whiskey it seemed, placed the glass on the carpet and said, “I thought you said he was just an employee.”

Your heart sank. You knew who he was referring to. “He… he is.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side as he pulled his phone out, tapped a few times before turning the screen towards you and there it played. Footage of you and Steve from earlier, saying goodbye to each other.

In the video, you could clearly see yourself smiling and laughing at whatever Steve was saying. Then out of nowhere, Steve leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering a goodbye and wishing you a good weekend.

You looked back up into Bucky’s eyes. They were empty. Like there was no soul behind them, nothing just betrayal, anger, and hurt. “It’s not–,”

“You said he was just an employee.” Bucky repeated, leaning back against the sofa. “Then why the fuck was he touching you? Hmm? Kissing your cheek? Why did you let him touch you, mommy?” His calm voice made you shiver.

“How did you… have you been watching me?” You asked, taking a step closer to him, only the coffee table separated you.

He was quiet. Cocky pout on his pink lips. You noticed the slight stubble on his cheeks and how much older they made him seem. More broody even.

“You can’t do this.” You spoke softly, trying not to aggravate the situation. “You can’t invade my privacy like–”

He cut you off. “Oh please,” he pouted like the brat he was. “I’m your baby boy, aren’t I, mommy? Can’t I care about you? Can't I keep an eye on you when you’re away?”

“Bucky… this is too far–”

He cut you off again. “Too far?” He chuckled in that humourless way. “You think I’ve gone too far?” He stood up, he was in no way drunk.

His movements were calculated, steady, and commanding. He walked around the expensive coffee table and stopped just inches away from you.

“You’re lucky you couldn’t hear the thoughts that crossed my mind when I first saw him kissing you, mommy.” He leaned in and breathed in your scent. “He was this close to you, wasn’t he?”

“Bucky,” You tried not to let your voice sound shaky. “Please…

“Tell me why I shouldn't go back and…” He brought his gun up in front of your face, “mess with him a little.” He scoffed. “How dare he touch you? Hmm?” Bucky brought the barrel up to your face and trailed it down your cheek. “Doesn’t he know you’re mine?” He whispered. “Doesn’t he know only I get to touch you?” He scoffed. “Or am I your secret, mommy? Huh? Do you not tell people about me?”

You gasped as the cold barrel trailed down your neck, and disappeared into your shirt, lightly grazing the tops of your breasts. His lips brushed against your neck next, kissing his way leisurely up and down.

You were a mess. You were scared but you knew he would never hurt you. You thought, maybe if you hadn’t been so harsh when it came to breaking up with him out of nowhere, maybe he wouldn’t be like this right now… right?

His hands quickly undid your top buttons as he kissed his way down to your cleavage. He let out a soft, vulnerable moan as he tasted your skin. The sound of it almost made you slide your hands into his hair to tug on it. Almost.

“Bucky,” You whispered breathlessly, “You can’t do that. You can’t hurt him just because he kissed me goodbye.”

He scoffed, pulling away to look into your eyes. His pretty blue eyes were still vacant. “I can. I might.” He said, “You know I would do absolutely anything for you.” He brought the barrel of the gun and tapped it against your parted lips.

“No.” You insisted softly, “You can’t.”

“No?” He gave you his signature puppy dog eyes. “Tell me why I shouldn't? Give me one good little reason, mommy.” He leaned in, his free hand touching you down your side. He knew your body too well. He knew you would be dripping for him if he just checked.

He went to do it, but chose to tease you instead, dragging his fingers up and down your inner thighs through the fabric of your skirt.

Oh damn him. Him and his intoxicating touch.

“Because I love you.” You finally slid your fingers into his hair. He closed his eyes momentarily, as if relishing the feeling of your touch against his scalp. “Just you.” You said, “It’s just you for me. He’s no one.”

For once, his eyes lit up. “You promise, mommy?”

“I promise baby boy, I promise.” You repeated. “Put the gun down.” You instructed. And when he did as you asked, tossing the gun aside, you said, “Now how about we forget about all of this and have one of our lazy nights, hmm? Just dinner, a movie, me and you?”

Bucky smiled, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek. His arms wrapped around you tightly. You couldn’t help but hug him back. The familiarity of his body made you burn. The touch of his skin against yours like the electricity you craved.

He whined as he nuzzled your neck. “I’ve missed you…” He whispered, unbuttoning the rest of your shirt before taking it off slowly. “Can I please have you? I need to feel you, mommy. Need to taste you… need to make you feel good.” He breathed into your ear, making your body shiver. “Please?” He begged.

You nodded and let him guide you over to the sofa. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. He chuckled once you straddled him, pulling your skirt up as you undid his pants.

“I won’t let anyone come between us, mommy. No one. Ever.” He whispered, sliding his fingers between your legs and rubbing you where you needed him the most. He watched in awe as you gasped and moaned. Was there a prettier sight? He wasn’t sure there was. “You won’t leave me, would you?”

“No…” You gasped as he slid two fingers into you, stroking you until he brought you right over to that edge, and kept you there.

“Good.” He said, “‘Cause I’m crazy about you.” He chuckled, “You can’t blame me, though. Love does that to people.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, biting down on your skin playfully. “You know there’s nothing I won’t do for you, right?” He sped up his fingers, fucking you a little faster until he began to hear you make those soft little sounds he loved so much. The ones where you tried your hardest not to moan. “I will beg, worship, and plead…” He trailed off, stopped finger-fucking you for a moment, just to get your attention before adding, “...and I won’t hesitate to even kill for you, mommy.”

You whimpered. Fear and pleasure. There was a warning in his eyes. His glassy blue eyes, there was truth in them. And manic love. Obsession.

There was no other way for you to go about this situation so you took on your role. You reached up and carefully wrapped your hand around his throat, pushing his head back just a little. You stared into his eyes as you lifted your hips and positioned your hole to the tip of his hard cock.

“No killing. None of that, you hear me?” You said as you slowly sank down his cock. His lips parted as he exhaled shakily, your walls clenching around him for emphasis. “Do you hear me, baby?”

He let out one of his pretty whimpers and mumbled, “Yes, mommy.” Then he whined and cursed, “Oh fuck you feel so good.”

“Good.” You whispered, lifting your hips up and sinking down on him again. Repeating the movement until the two of you were groaning and gasping for air.

Meanwhile, his thoughts raced as you took his cock so perfectly. His perfect mommy. The love of his life. The woman who controlled every move, every emotion, every thing of his.

He smirked as he looked up at you, how you were riding him. Nice and slow, and passionate.

Bucky had to suppress a scoff. You really thought he’d let Steve go just like that?

Silly mommy…

Bucky might be the rebel son of his family, but his last name and generational wealth still spoke volumes. He had a little army of his own that he could command into doing anything. And they were currently… taking care of Steve on his behalf.

Not that you would ever know.

All you would know would be that on his way to work on Monday, Steve would have an unfortunate, terrible accident.

“Just you and me, right mommy?” He whispered in his lust-drunk haze as he looked up at you. You looked like a goddess. One he wouldn’t mind worshipping for the rest of his days.

You agreed. Unknowingly fueling his obsession. “Just us, baby.”

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Fin.

a/n: [dials number rapidly] Freud my good man, listen–

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine

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malereadermaniac · 10 months

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I used to have a crush on you - Bakugo x Male Reader

Bakugo and you have been friends since the start of the year

Sure, at the very beginning, he insisted you were just like the other extras (referring to his little bakusquad)

But by now, 3rd year at UA, he's given in and realised you two are incredibly close

You're more than an extra to him

He genuinely liked you and being around you

He liked always having at least one point of contact with you, whether that be an arm around your shoulder or flat out hugging you when you're sitting down with others

Bakugo liked your soft hair, he liked you as a person, your jokes weren't annoying and you kept up with his ego via sarcasm which peeved him off to begin with but it only endears him furthermore

It was only until Katsuki had to deal with Kirishima blabber on about his crush on Mina when the stubborn blonde realised HE had a CRUSH on YOU!

It was like Bakugo was a computer and he'd just crashed

The boy went silent, but on the inside he was going insane, rocking his brain about how his taking to you was just him desperately wanting to be with you, how all the physical touch made him want to do more with you but he just suppressed those thoughts

However, Bakugo didn't know what to do with this new information

He couldn't just waltz up to you and declare his new found love, that would be weird and cringey

So, he decided to keep quiet for now and maybe bring up the topic at some point

Keeping his mouth quiet was easy for Katsuki, but keeping his actions quiet was impossible...

Before, Bakugo has his arm on your shoulder and that was it

Now... Bakugo was holding your hand more often than not, but you didn't mind

You didn't even ask him about it, you just smiled at him every time he intertwined his fingers with yours

The hugging also developed to him sitting behind you as you sat between his legs, and his arms around your waist

You were suspicious as to why the blonde had randomly decided to be more touchy with you, but you didn't mind, you're like this with most of your girl friends

"Maybe Katsuki just saw how I was with them and thought he should do the same?" You think as he rests his head on your shoulder

Then, the perfect moment came

Mina and Kiri passed by, holding hands and at some point said "I love you so much"

Bingo

"Say, dumbass... what do you think of friends dating each other?" Katsuki quickly mumbles out, a blush forming on his cheeks but he chooses to ignore it

You chuckle

"What?!" Bakugo shouts offended that you're laughing at him

"No no haha.... I'm not laughing at you Katsuki. It's just that your question was funny to me"

"And whys that?" He presses on

"Cause I used to have a crush on you haha! I think friends are perfect for each other cause..................................." Whatever you said after that was wasted on Bakugo, because his ears stopped working and so did his brain

He used to like me....

(Y/n) used to like me???

And I didn't know????

FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK

Those were Bakugo's exact thoughts

And his face matched those thoughts because the thickest blush coveted his pale face

"Oh... sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you or make things awkward..." you apologise and lift your head off of Katsuki, going to move your hand away from his

But his hand tightens around yours

"No! You didn't embarrass me at all... You liked me? How long ago?" Bakugo says clearly, his blush softening and a determined look on his face

"Ummm.... well I've liked you a few times hehe... the first time was the start of 2nd year, and the latest was about 2 months ago...." you chuckle as a blush covers your face

"So you could... still like me now?" Katsuki asks, his red eyes looking directly onto yours

"I guess? Sorry... does that make you uncomfortable?" You say with a worried expression

"No no! It... makes me feel the opposite, 'cause I like you (Y/n). I like you a lot"

Now it was your turn to short circuit

No words were said, but as Katsuki's face slowly got closer to yours, yours did too

Until silently, the two of you closed your eyes and pressed your lips onto the others

The kiss was slow and loving

Like all the words you both couldn't get out fully were being said through this kiss

But when you were about to break the kiss, Bakugo's hands jolt up to your face and hold you in place, turning the kiss more passionate as he pushed his tongue against your lips

You open your mouth and let Bakugo do whatever he wanted, and the two of you went wild after that

Hickey's plastered on your neck and collar bone, Katsuki's shoulder were covered in lovebites and both of your lips were plumb from the half an hour long make out session you two had just partaken in

You two rut against each other and realise you both have a hard problem to deal with

"Maybe we should wait a little while for that one hehe..." you say with a chuckle

"Yeah... Haha!"

The two of you chuckle together and hug and kiss more, the two of you just happy

"(Y/N)!? BAKUBRO!??? WHAT HAPPENED IN THE 30 MINUETS ME AND MINA WERE GONE??!!"

What an interesting conversation the 4 of you were about to have...

Hey, at least your problems died down by the end of it

#gay #male reader #fanfic #x male reader #fluff #cute gay #anime #bnha #bnha x male reader #bakugo x male reader #bakugou imagine #bnha bakugou #friends to lovers

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pandenewie · 6 months

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RULE FOUR: Don't Fall In Love

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Y/n and Niki kissed.

They kissed. On the mouth. And Niki has no one to talk to about it.

According to him and his stupid lie, he had his first kiss a month ago, with Y/n, watching the sunset. If he suddenly starts freaking out about his first kiss now, his friends will all know that he made the first one up and the whole lie will be revealed.

Niki momentarily considers confiding in Eunchae but the idea is short-lived after the quick realisation that she will rip him to shreds. In a dilemma, the boy turns to the only other person he would be even slightly vulnerable with - Kim Jongseob.

“I'm not giving you any more money, Riki. I told you, the school vending machines are overpriced and the Kit-Kats aren't even that good.” Jongseob sighs, trying to quicken his pace and out-walk Niki. Unfortunately, due to Niki's long legs, he catches up almost immediately.

“What? No, this isn't about that.” Niki shakes his head, grabbing Jongseob's arm and leading him in the opposite direction. “Dude? I've got flute practice!” Jongseob exclaims, only earning an eye roll from Niki. “Fuck your flute teacher, this is more important.”

As the rest of the students clear out and go home for the day, Niki pulls Jongseob to the side of one of the now empty corridors. “I need advice about Y/n.” He states plainly, causing Jongseob to look at him with a deadpan expression. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?” There’s an irritated tone to Jongseob’s question. “Can’t you ask Sunghoon or something? He’s literally in a relationship.” Niki scoffs at this suggestion. “Sunghoon gives the worst relationship advice known to man. Besides, he can’t know about this, so I figured I’d ask the next best person.”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend?” Jongseob looks at Niki, puzzled. “That doesn’t matter, we’re talking about me, here.” Niki waves off, only adding to his friend’s confusion. “Okay… what did you need advice on?”

Niki’s face heats up at the thought of what he’s about to admit to Jongseob. It’s not the fact that he hasn’t had his first kiss yet (or hadn’t until yesterday). But the fact that he is about to admit that his relationship is fake causes embarrassment to pool in the pit of his stomach. Still - he needs to talk to someone about this before his thoughts and feelings eat him alive.

“I kissed Y/n.” Niki blurts out, not sure how else to bring up the topic. Jongseob raises an eyebrow simply at Niki, “Okay? You guys are dating.” He states as if Niki had forgotten the fact. “Well… that’s the thing… we’re kinda not actually dating.”

Jongseob has never been more confused in his life. “My friends have been giving me shit for being single and I kinda snapped and told them that Y/n and I were together.” Niki admits. “Why the hell would you do that?” Jongseob asks, laughing slightly at his friend's stupidity. “I don’t know! You should know by now that I say shit without thinking.” Niki frowns, earning a sigh from Jongseob.

“Okay - so let me guess, you're freaking out because you're starting to catch feelings?” Jongseob reads Niki like a book, sighing when he sees Niki's sheepish smile. “You're insane.” He adds. “I don't need you to belittle me! I need you to tell me what to do.” Niki whines, stomping his foot like a child. “Just tell them! The worst that can happen is they don’t like you back and break up with you - well, fake break up. And that would have to happen eventually anyway since you can’t just pretend to date for the rest of your lives so, really, you have nothing to lose.” Jongseob attempts to reason.

It falls silent between the two as Niki takes in Jongseob’s words. “Don’t tell me you were considering fake dating Y/n for the rest of your life?” Jongseob asks, his eyes widening slightly. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind…” Niki mumbles, Jongseob releasing yet another sigh in response. “You’re hopeless, dude.”

To say Niki was surprised to see Y/n waiting outside his classroom before lunch would be an understatement. “Uh… hey Y/n, what are you doing here?” Niki asks, cringing at his awkwardness. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his question. “Aren’t we going to have lunch together?” They ask.

Lunch? Niki had completely forgotten about lunch. He assumed Y/n wouldn't even be talking to him today - let alone spending time with him like everything is completely normal.

“Oh.. haha, yeah. Slipped my mind for a second. Let me just grab my bag.” Niki laughs. “It's on your back.” Y/n points out, holding back their laughter as Niki's eyes widen. “Oh yeah… tricked ya!” He says, ruffling Y/n's hair before striding off down the hall.

Y/n quickly runs after him, slipping their hand into his once they've caught up. The action causes Niki's heartbeat to quicken - a simple touch sending his brain into overdrive. This is going to be a long lunch.

It's silent between the two when they finally sit down on the bleachers - their usual lunch spot. Without a word, Y/n pulls their hand from Niki's and begins eating their lunch. Sighing at the lost contact, Niki does the same.

“Look Y/n… I think we need to talk about-”

“I'm so sorry!”

Y/n cuts off Niki's sentence with their sudden outburst, causing the boy to turn to them, confused. Y/n's head is practically hung in shame as they look at Niki, a small frown on their lips. “We agreed to just kiss on the cheek and that's what you were doing but I turned at the last minute and practically stole your first kiss. I'm so sorry, Riki.”

Niki looks at Y/n, puzzled. “Uh… I'm not mad, Y/n. It was an accident.” Niki’s words do little to ease Y/n’s feelings. “Well, yeah, but it was your first kiss. And I just took it from you like it meant absolutely nothing. You were probably wanting to have it with someone really special.” Y/n mumbles. Niki finds it adorable how much meaning Y/n seems to put into a first kiss. He didn’t care nearly as much as they were making him out to. And besides, to him, he technically did have it with someone special - they just didn’t happen to know.

“Well… if we’re going by that logic, then I stole your first kiss as well. So we’re both to blame.” Niki shrugs. Trying to ease the atmosphere, Niki gently nudges Y/n with his shoulder. “Cheer up, it was an accident, Y/nnie.” Y/n laughs dryly, looking up at Niki for the first time throughout the entire conversation. “You’re right… we can just forget it happened.” They smile.

Wait. That’s not what Niki wanted.

“Haha. Yeah, right.”

“Okay… what happened?”

Y/n doesn’t know whether to be grateful or displeased with how easily Danielle knows them. She can pick up on any change in emotion - no matter how small. It’s great for when Y/n needs someone to talk to but not so much when there’s something on their mind that they don’t want to talk about.

Sighing, Y/n looks up at their friend. They know that the frustration is evident on their face, based on the way Danielle’s lips turn downwards into a slight pout. “Talk to me, Y/nnie.” She whispers, careful not to be caught talking by Mr Yoon.

“It’s complicated.” Y/n whispers back. Just as Danielle is about to ask further questions, the sound of someone clearing their throat snaps the two out of their bubble. They turn to see Mr Yoon standing next to their desk, a slightly disappointed look on his face as he looks down at them with a quirked brow.

“Y/n, you can tell Danielle all about your boyfriend later.” Mr Yoon jokes, causing Y/n’s face to burn bright red. “Now, unless you want me to join in on this little gossip session, I suggest you get back to work.” He adds, tapping the desk with his finger before walking back towards the front of the classroom.

The last 15 minutes of class feel like they drag on forever as Danielle continues to try and get information out of Y/n. However, scared of getting caught again by Mr Yoon, Y/n ignores her pleas.

Finally, the bell rings for the end of class and Danielle practically drags Y/n out of the room. “CODE RED, CHAE!” Danielle calls to their third friend as the two walk towards their usual table. Danielle pushes Y/n to sit next to Eunchae before sitting on their other side, successfully trapping Y/n between the two of them.

“I think it’s about N-I-K-I.” Danielle spells out. “You can say his name, Dani. He’s not a curse.” Y/n rolls their eyes, causing Danielle to shrug. “I’m just being careful; maybe you’re sensitive.”

“I’m confused.” Eunchae says, earning a sigh from Y/n. “You and me both.” It’s silent between the friends for a moment before Y/n finally relents, sharing everything that’s gone down with Niki.

“We kissed. It was an accident but it still happened. And now everything is weird.”

Well… that certainly wasn't what the girls were expecting. “Weird… how?” Danielle asks. “Like, not how we used to be. It’s like neither of us know how to act anymore.” Y/n sighs, earning a stifled laugh from Eunchae. “Oh my god, you guys are so hopeless, it's adorable.”

Y/n furrows their brows at their friends' words, their heads tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” They ask. “You guys are acting weird because you like each other.” Eunchae points out, her words causing Y/n's face to immediately flush a bright red tint. “What? No, we don't-”

“Oh my God, you're right! The only thing separating the fake relationship from a real one was the kissing. Now that you guys have crossed that boundary, you found out that it's not really fake anymore and neither of you know what to do.” Danielle exclaims, clapping her hands as if she's just solved one of the world's greatest mysteries. “Uh.. I think the thing separating a fake and real relationship is the feelings.” Y/n replies, only to be waved off by their friends. “Don't play dumb, Y/n. Those are obviously there.”

“Think about it. What are either of you getting out of this? It's basically just a relationship trial run. Eunchae points out. “Okay, even if I did have a crush on Niki - there's no way he'd feel the same.” Y/n sighs. “Oh babe, you're blind.” Danielle laughs. “Do you think he just runs around, playing boyfriend for everyone?”

“You can find out for yourself if you don't believe us.” Eunchae shrugs, causing Y/n to look at her confused. “Pay attention to how he acts around, what he says and does. Then you'll see.”

Y/n assumed Eunchae's words were a load of rubbish. Sure, Niki is sweet and all but there's no special treatment or obvious signs that point to him liking Y/n anymore than a friend.

That’s until Y/n sees him waiting outside their classroom, his school bag slung over one shoulder and another mysterious bag in his hand. Niki looks up with shining eyes as he hears y/n approaching.

“Are you ready to go to the library? I already grabbed all your art stuff.” Niki smiles, the action causing Y/n's heart to swell. “You grabbed all of it?” They ask in awe. Niki nods simply. “I might've forgotten something, though. You can check if you want.” He says, going to open the bag before Y/n stops him. “I'm sure I can use whatever you got. Thank you, Riki.” He smiles proudly at Y/n's words, readjusting the bag in his grip before the two start walking to the library.

Now that Eunchae has mentioned it, Y/n can’t help but pay attention to all the little things Niki does for them. The way he absolutely refuses to let them carry their own bag. How he makes them walk on the side of the path furthest from the road. Things they wouldn’t have even batted an eye at previously now cause their heart to flutter. Even the way he sits there, tapping away on his phone, Y/n can’t help but watch him in admiration.

“Y/n?”

The sudden call of their name snaps Y/n out of their thoughts. They look up to see Niki looking down at them, his head tilted slightly with confusion. “You were spacing out.” He speaks, gently poking the space between their eyebrows - his touch easing out the tension Y/n hadn’t even noticed was there.

Come on, Y/n. Get your act together!

Just one day ago, everything was perfectly fine between the two of them. Now, one kiss and some newly discovered feelings later, it’s as if Y/n has no idea how to speak to Niki. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just a little distracted is all.” Y/n mumbles. “You can’t think of what to draw?” Niki asks, his question causing Y/n to shake their head with a small pout.

“Do you wanna watch me play Minecraft?” It’s an odd question - Y/n’s not entirely sure how it’s supposed to help. They find themself agreeing nonetheless, pulling their chair up next to Niki’s. “I’ll give you a tour of my world - maybe it’ll spark some creativity.” Niki says. Even the way he talks about Minecraft somehow gets them blushing.

As Niki begins to play, Y/n can’t help the way their body naturally gravitates towards his warmth. Is it cold in the library? Or is it just the already close proximity increasing Y/n’s need for physical contact? Either way, Y/n finds themself leaning closer to Niki, their head moving to gently lean on Niki’s shoulder as their eyes focus on the phone screen. Niki adjusts slightly in his seat, the movement causing Y/n to immediately pull away. Just as they’re about to mumble an apology, Niki’s hand moves up to gently cup the side of their head. Without looking away from his phone, Niki gently guides Y/n’s head to lay back on his shoulder, stroking their hair a few times before moving his hand to its original position.

Y/n has to stop themself from screaming out loud. They push themself further into Niki’s body, squishing their cheek against his shoulder to stop any noise from coming out. It also does wonders in hiding their blushing face, something they’re grateful Niki is not paying attention to at the moment. The two sit in silence, the only sound coming from Niki’s phone as he kills spiders or whatever the hell he’s doing. Y/n’s not paying much attention anymore - their mind overwhelmed with thoughts. However, through the hazy mess of feelings in their brain, there is one clear idea that keeps replaying over and over again.

Y/n likes Niki.

Y/n really likes Niki.

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abiiors · 9 months

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canvas 🎨 // matty healy x reader

a/n: matty painter au because i have gone slightly insane idk. i love the interview these photos are from <33 got weirdly poetic with this i'm so sorry

the author heard "paint me like one of your french girls" and took it too far :)

cw: paint play???? cum play if you squint (yeah ik paint is toxic but these people are Very Horny)

wc: 3.4k

there are streaks of paint on her hips.

a smudge of yellow right under her navel, fingerprints of blue, touching, moving, caressing the apex of her thighs as they slowly morph into green and disappear somewhere between her legs.

she lounges lazily on the chaise, a bunch of red grapes dangling in her hands. when matty takes a break, she quickly pops one in her mouth. it bursts with a pop, grape juice pooling at the corner of her lips and sliding down, down, down. it disappears somewhere on her skin.

matty’s breath hitches and he digs his nails deeper into his palms.

“could you fold your leg a little more, please?” his voice sounds husky to his own ears.

“please?” she raises an eyebrow, “since when did you start being so polite?”

“since this is a professional relationship,” he grounds out through gritted teeth. instantaneous. he's not unfamiliar with this back and forth by now.

matty looks up at her once again and sees her eyes, alight with mirth, looking right at him. it’s a peculiar feeling, he realises, he wants her to never look away from him again but he is also about to spontaneously combust.

each stroke of the brush reveals more and more of her lithe body; the curve of her hips that dip into her waist, the soft velvet of the chaise bunched up under her shapely legs.

“eyes at the window, please,” he chastises gently. the thought of her dark gaze on him as he paints is too much to bear.

this is not the first time he has painted with a nude model alone, even a female nude model for that matter. in fact, matty prides himself on the fact that he’s a consummate professional, that he has never been sleazy with any of his nude models. but she seems intent on pushing all his buttons.

they had met a few months ago at a fancy tribeca bar. he had been celebrating his newest exhibition at a modest art gallery and she, the extension of her visa. they took to each other like moths to the brightest of flames. he soon learned that she was, like him, a starving artist. except her medium of art was her body. she had modelled for all kinds of designers all over nyc but she had yet to ‘make it’.

he still remembered the way the smoothness of the live jazz band had permeated through his bones. the old fashioneds he had been drinking had created a nice buzz when he had heard her order a dirty martini in a very distinct accent.

“come work for me,” he had said before the alcohol and drugs had consumed all rational thoughts. all that remained from that night were vague memories of red lips, fingers that trailed down his stomach and flashes of ecstasy. but now those same fingers rest in front of her abdomen, just inches away from where he wishes his head was. so matty has to swallow roughly and go back to his canvas.

the painting is nowhere near being finished. he has only just finished the outlining process a few days ago but the thought of being here in this cramped space with her is too much to bear. matty’s grip on his brush tightens involuntarily.

he mixes the colours on his easel carefully. matching the perfect shade of her skin is damn near an impossible task. there are shades of golden and then there is the pale hollow of her throat that he so desperately wants to mark up. how pretty she would look with a necklace of marks left by him. how her lips would part, sounds of ecstasy escaping, echoing in his studio, inside his skull for days.

the brush digs into his hands as his thoughts reach a crescendo. a loud cracking sound resonates through the room and her eyes snap to him once again; this time a startled expression on her face. but it doesn’t long before it morphs into one of amusement and slight smugness.

matty’s face pales when realisation dawns. he gripped the brush so tightly that it snapped in half. splinters of the wood dig into his fingers and he takes it as a welcome opportunity to walk up to the bin in the corner of the room.

anything to escape her dark and knowing gaze.

“everything okay with you?” she asks and he bristles at her tone, at the way she doesn’t even try to conceal her amusement.

“yes,” he has to clear his throat before he can speak again, “yes, perfectly fine.”

matty wants to set fire to the canvas in front of him.

or perhaps it’s the sweat that gathers at the back of his neck and runs down his back that’s making him feel so irate. it bothers him more than it should, her stare bothers him more than it should.

“window,” he reminds her through pursed lips. it’s better to use as few words as possible. that way they can get this done quickly and go home and he won’t have to think about her again till their next appointment…

but who is he kidding? matty knows she will be there, present in his waking and sleeping thoughts, burrowing herself in his brain, in its crevices like a permanent splotch of paint on his carpets.

“i told you to look at the window,’ he says. his voice is gruff and commanding.

“and i told you that i liked it better this way.” it’s a challenge—open and daring. her gaze refuses to leave him as she slowly gets to her feet.

matty freezes in place—it’s stupid, he knows it. he’s been staring at her naked body for hours now, memorising its contours and immortalising them on his canvas. watching her stand like this in front of him shouldn’t bother him. shouldn’t make his mouth go dry. the traces of paint between her legs beckon and taunt him. how easy it would be to worship her—first with his mouth and then with his hands.

how sweet would she taste, melting on his tongue?

“what are you…”

“let's take a break.” she stretches, fingers intertwining together as her arms lift high above her head. her eyes close in satisfaction, a soft sigh falling from her lips. the sun warms the room. the sight heats up his blood.

“your robe is on the table,” matty points to a corner of the room, averts his gaze with great difficulty. as expected, she smirks because to her it’s a cat-and-mouse game. and he’s her prey.

“why? does it bother you?”

footsteps pad softly towards him, the carpet rustles but he doesn’t stop her from walking to him. a small part of him likes knowing that the sway in her hips is for him. likes knowing that he haunts her thoughts just like she haunts his.

“no.”

lies. a rouge and traitorous thought slips through.

matty is sure she can feel his racing heartbeat when she stops right in front of him. their chests touch, separated only by his flimsy cotton t-shirt. the proximity makes him realise how he towers over her, how she has to tilt her head to look him in the eyes. it’s a rather pleasing angle on her. the red smudge on her lips drives him mad.

“tell me, matty,” her accent snags on his name as she flicks her eyes to his lips, “is this how professional relationships work here?”

she’s throwing his words back at him; teasing, taunting. her big eyes bore into his. matty’s cock twitches in response. the golden sun floods the room, illuminates everything in its path and he is once again struck by how beautiful she is. how much he yearns to hold her by the waist, to capture her mouth, to hear her soft sounds and loud moans. how much he yearns for her.

his thoughts are fuzzy. he’s not thinking straight, he hasn’t been ever since she’s walked into his life, in his studio. his brain short-circuited the moment she shed her soft silk dress, the moment he watched the straps fall down her shoulders and the fabric pool around her ankles.

he’s not thinking straight when he pulls her closer by her waist.

“no,” he breathes, eyes already fluttering shut as her scent hits his senses anew. “you’re just an exception.”

when their lips crash against each other, something comes alive in him. a missing piece of the puzzle, a colour he’s been trying to mix just right. his heart thumps in his chest to the beat of the song playing in the background. an old jazzy french tune that has been stuck in his head all day. something that reminds him of her, of the curve of her hips and the softness of her hair.

“matty,” she moans right in his mouth. his name on her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. her skin feels slightly sticky with paint and sweat.

it feels like an out-of-body experience at first. the fingers caressing her jaw move so confidently leaving streaks of red in their wake. in an instant, he forgets about the painting.

the kisses are raw and hungry, bordering on feverish. matty’s table clutters when she pushes him against it, her naked body pressed flush against his. goosebumps litter all over his skin, electric tingles that shoot straight from her fingertips and zap through his bloodstream.

“say you want me,” she all but moans. “i know you do. i see–fuck, i see how you look at me.”

matty smirks at the way she almost loses her train of thought as soon as he nips at her skin. it’s the hollow of her throat that’s been driving him crazy—unmarred and soft. his teeth graze her pulse point, leaving behind soft pink marks that he soothes with his tongue.

“i want you,” he licks over another bruise. “so bad—can’t think straight sweetheart.”

and it’s true, it’s never taken him this long to finish a painting before. hours of staring at her and he still can’t seem to get enough of it.

“so fuck me then.” her head is thrown back at this point. her voice is distant to matty’s ears, still he hears the lust in it. the want. and it fuels his own.

she is art, he thinks. she should be his masterpiece. an idea forms in his head, bright as a star, a vision he sees so clearly. or it’s just hallucinations of a horny brain. either way, he breaks away from the kiss, grasping at her jaw roughly.

“get on the canvas,” he commands. and she obeys without hesitation.

“on your back. and lie still.” even with his dominant side, there is a softness to matty and so she does as she’s told.

he has to stop and marvel at the sight—she’s a vision on his half-finished painting of her, hair fanning out in unruly waves, nipples hardened. she comes alive under his stare, smiling smugly at matty’s unabashedness, at the way his eyes linger—first on the swell of her breasts to the curve of her waist and between her legs where wetness gathers the more excited she gets. she wants him to touch her, whines for it even. and he wants to give her what she wants. but not so easily. not like the first time when both of them were too drunk to appreciate each other’s bodies.

this time he wants to remember. more than that, he wants to make it memorable.

he dips both his hands in a dish full of paint, pink on the right, grey on the left. matty settles on his knees, right between her legs, parting them further with his paint-stained hands. the colours mix with the preexisting streaks on her body, greys with greens and pinks with yellows. matty’s mind swims with possibilities.

“what are you waiting for?” she tuts, hooking her legs around his waist. paint sticks to his trousers. colour blooms high on his cheeks.

when matty bends to capture her breast in his mouth, she gasps sharply. he’s briefly aware of the coolness of the paint that’s now on his stomach, a new shade of pink that morphs into something else the more they move against each other.

“i never knew you made such pretty sounds,” he praises, tongue moving between her breasts from one nipple to another. he smirks when her legs tighten around him.

“keep doing more of that,” she pants, “and i’ll give you any sounds you want.”

matty chuckles, mouth moving lower. now that he’s started, it’s impossible to stop or slow down. his hands trace the length of her thigh, smudging the old colours on smooth skin, mixing them with new ones as he traces a finger up to the apex. she squirms under him, hips thrusting into his.

she’s soaking wet and panting; practically dripping onto the canvas. it’s mesmerising to him, how her cheek presses against the white surface, leaves behind hypnotic patterns.

her fingers are on the column of his spine, nails scratching softly as she traces his skin. matty feels himself growing harder, head spinning as all his blood rushes south. he wants her, he needs to feel her, to be inside her.

“such a good little pet,” he mumbles against her mouth, lips capturing hers in a searing kiss till she’s writhing under him and clenching around nothing.

“please, matty,” she begs. her hands move faster, fumbling with his belt. she all but rips it off him as desperation and instinct take over. matty watches transfixed.

the ruby red of her swollen lips, the silvery sheen on her face. the necklace of mottled mauves he’s left around her throat—it’s prettier than anything he could have come up with himself.

“beautiful,” he whispers on the shell of her ear and feels her shiver under him.

the sound of his zipper tears through the room. matty hisses with pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as she palms him—first over his boxers, then playing with the waistband.

“touch me,” he pleads, unable to help himself, and watches her pull his cock out.

matty loses himself in the feeling of her hands wrapped around him, the way she rakes her nails down his length, traces the vein pulsating along the side. his stomach tightens with pleasure.

“please,” she whines again, “need you in me, please.”

and this time he obliges, lining himself against her entrance. he moves his hand between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves in circles. their bodies are so close that matty only needs to bend down to kiss her again. but he stays where he is, tip teasing her entrance, fingers flicking her clit. he wants to watch her fall apart under him, around his cock, again and again.

“like toying with me, do you?” she wraps a hand around his base, lining his dick against her entrance properly. matty knows she can take charge if she wants to but he’s not about to let that happen. not today.

“someone’s needy,” he tuts. in truth, he loves her needy whines, her desperation and at last matty gives her what she wants.

he thrusts into her slowly, fingers still rubbing her clit at a steady pace. his other hand is next to her face, leaving behind smudges of pink in the vague shape of his palm. her eyes are rolled back her head, mouth parted—the room echoes with soft sounds.

“harder–shit,” she moans. “please…”

“begging is a good look for you,” he whispers cheekily. the primal, male part of him can’t help itself.

matty rocks into her, bottoming out again and again.

“so tight baby, so wet for me,” he gasps as his thrusts come faster. she trembles under his touch again, letting out a string of curses. matty can tell she’s close as she clenches around his cock again and again.

her nails rake down his back, on his shoulders, leaving behind scratches and cuts but none of them particularly care about it. all matty cares about are her moans and cries, the way she says his name again and again.

“gonna cum,” she pants, “go faster, please–please.”

so matty does; grabbing her hips, he thrusts into her over and over again, increases his pace to the point where it’s bruises. filthy sounds of flesh slapping on flesh fill the room, moans from them both. matty loses track of time, of his surrounding, until he feels her clench around his cock and let go with a cry.

“so pretty,” he coos and can’t help but trace a finger down her nose, along her bottom lip. “such a good girl for me.”

“come on pretty girl, i know you can cum for me one more time.” her pretty little whimpers shoot straight to his cock as he goes faster still. “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.”

“made for you,” she repeats, “ye–yes. go faster. shit.”

matty groans when she wraps her legs around his waist. it’s sudden, between one thrust and the next he’s suddenly reaching deeper than he was before. they both cry out as intense pleasure swirls in matty’s belly.

he’s close, he can feel it. he just wants to coax one more orgasm out of her, watch her fall apart one more time. he wants to bottle up the noises she makes, for his ears only.

his pelvis grinds on her clit, rougher than before. the intensity of it is blinding. the fire runs right under his skin, ready to consume everything in its path and burn him in ecstasy.

“you can cum for me again, yeah? let go, darling,” he coaxes, and lowers his mouth to hers again, swallowing away her moans and cries. matty runs his tongue on her bottom lip, nipping at the corner of her mouth.

her face is wet with tears of pleasure. he knows she’s overstimulated, struggling to keep up with him but she cries out again. a sob rips out from her as matty feels her cumming around him again, legs twitching as he fucks her through her orgasm.

their sweaty skin sticks together, rubbing against each other and mixing paints. but matty knows what he wants, knows how to finish the final piece of his art.

“iie still now,” he commands, “gonna cum on your pretty tits. you want that?”

“please,” she nods vigorously, hissing when he pulls out of her in one go. her back arches off the canvas, fingers curling on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. he’s marked forever.

matty fists himself, once, twice, head thrown back as he cries out her name. he feels his cock twitch one last time, balls tightening until he’s spurting out thick white ropes of cum all over her tits, her stomach. it pools in her navel and puts a sheen of milky white on the paint. matty watches, mesmerised.

he’s never felt this perverse satisfaction before. this much primal possessiveness.

“fuck–fuck, matty,” she breathes hard, eyes still closer and hands in her hair as she comes down from her high.

matty can’t help himself as he places a finger in the mess he’s made. he traces it in arbitrary shapes, swirls and lines, mixing colours and spreading his sticky release on her until his fingers reach her jaw.

cheekily, she opens her mouth. an invitation—the desire to taste him written all over her face. so matty obliges, moaning when she swirls her tongue around his fingers, sucking them cleaning. her cheeks hollow from the effort of it. for a moment he feels like putty in her hands until she lets go of his fingers with an exaggerated pop.

“like seeing me like this?” her voice is hoarse but the tone is still smug. like a cat that got the cream. “covered in you, naked. do i look pretty?”

matty rolls his eyes, “got what you wanted, didn’t you?” and watches her flutter her eyelashes. and she does. look pretty that is. she looks like a masterpiece. his masterpiece.

“i always do,” she grins, hooking her arms around his neck to sit up. matty watches the cum run down her chest.

“clean me up?” she asks sweetly, “and then we can look at the art we made.”

#the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty x reader #matty x you #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 smut #smut writing #minors do not interact #matty healy au #female reader

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 7 months

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P&C | Ch. 1: The Night Before I Met You

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“Mira? Miraya? Can you hear me?” soft cries sound from the phone.

“Hi mom … m… mom it’s a video call, you have to turn the camera towards you,” I quickly say, as my mom’s ear stares back at me. It only takes her three tries and a hate speech against the electronic world we live in until we are finally met face to face.

“Is it working now? Can you see me?”

I nod, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Miraya, how are you? Why don’t you ever call us? I can’t sleep at night thinking about how you’re all alone. Your dad is getting mad at me, he thinks my worrisome would somehow bother you. Says you’re too busy.” soft cries of annoyance and genuine concern fill the room.

Moving out of my parent's home is one thing, but moving to another country … alone … is something completely different. The world is my oyster I used to say all the time, but now that I’ve tasted that stupid oyster I feel ashamed of my poor judgement. I would rather walk across a field of legos barefoot than go through another immigration process on my own.

See, a year ago, I would have only dreamed of living in Korea. Learning about the culture and exploring their diverse cuisine. It was all fun and games until hope turned into manifestation, which then formed a deep-rooted determination. I’ve spent all three years of high school, working my ass off, perfecting my GPA to appeal to the board of education. I guess it all paid off in the end, since fast forward to a year later, and here I am, in my one-room dorm of one of the most prestigious universities in Korea.

“I’m sorry Mom, I truly am. I keep meaning to, but honestly, there’s just not enough time in the day.” I try to convince both her and I.

To be honest, it has been about 2 months since I arrived, but with each passing day, I feel more and more lost. This whole time I’ve been consumed with academics, relying on nothing but my humongous brain to pull through with this mission. But now I realise that in terms of just living, functioning as one singularity in the real world, I am hopeless. Absolute noob. I’ve grown too comfortable living under my parent’s wings. Always enclosed in a bubble of security and protection, which I'm eternally grateful for if it wasn't for the fact that I'd become a complete menace to my older self.

Nonetheless, I'm here, somehow managed to overcome the post-immigration depression, even though the state of my dorm would like to argue otherwise. This is partially why I tend to not call back home as often as I wish to or should. I never want my parents to see the behind-the-scenes of my “success”, they at least deserve to live in peace knowing that their daughter who is 8600 km away is managing everything just fine.

“Miraya, please honey, don't make me call you out of worry. I want us to talk daily just because. I miss you so much, it feels like half of my heart left with you.” my mom's voice breaks, as she looks at the screen teary-eyed.

“Sorry Mommy, I promise I will call every day from now on. I miss you guys as well, it's insane to think that I won't be able to see you guys for Thanksgiving.” I try to maintain my composure but fail as a tear rolls down my face.

I'm the oldest daughter out of the three kids but my parents have always treated me like their little princess. This means that without fail, I have always taken that to my advantage. And no you can't talk to customer service about your complaints regarding moi because this main character energy has been deep-rooted in me since my diaper days. So please, respectfully, keep it to yourself.

Anywho, back to the point. Although my two brothers still live at home, my departure has left a big mark on our family dynamic. My mom has been worried sick for the past 2 months while the men of the family try to calm down her nerves. My brothers are beginning to feel a bit offended as they feel like my mom is neglecting their presence but in reality, she just isn't used to this distance, especially away from her blood. My dad is no better, he may look all tough and composed but for the first week following my departure, he cried himself to sleep while holding on to my childhood plushie.

“Okay, please keep that promise, honey. Everyone is sending you so much love, please take care of yourself. Are you ready for the first day?”

“I mean, as ready as I can get I guess. I walked around campus today to get an idea of where everything is. The only problem is that have about 10 minutes to get to my physics class which is located on the other side of the main quad. But, everything else is fool so I have to make it work.” I say with a heavy sigh.

“You're a smart cookie, dear. Everything will be just fine. You know I pray for you every day, ask God to protect my baby.”

“Thank you, Mommy, well I'm gonna have to go now. The dining hall closes in an hour. There's always such a big lineup.” I say in a rush.

“Of course, my love. We miss you, please stay safe!” my mom says as she waves me goodbye with a soft smile, the wrinkles around her eyes becoming more prominent.

The sunset paints the sky in a beautiful warm orange pallet with hints of baby pink. I quickly grab my keys, ID, and wallet before heading out the door after checking that everything has been unplugged. With a quick speedwalk, I managed to make it into the elevator before the door closed, that is until I tripped over my flip-flops and stumbled upon a body.

I dare not to lift my head, as one hand holds on to the wall while the other rests on someone's chest. I can feel my face getting red but the longer I stay like this the more it becomes less of an accident.

“I'm so sorry, are you okay? I was trying to make it to the elevator but my flip-flops had other plans.” I quickly say, straightening up as my hand finally detaches from them.

As I try not to make direct eye contact, I can tell that the poor fellow is a guy. He looks way more composed than I do, even let's out a little chuckle.

“No worries, are you okay? Why are we in a rush” he asks with a boxy smile.

“Oh no, I'm fine, just embarrassed. I was rushing to the dining hall, there's always such a big lineup.” I explain, still trying to maintain minimum eye contact as the blood from my face steadily settles down.

“Aah, I see, well don't be embarrassed, it happens to the best of us. Anywho, this is my stop, I guess I'll see you around.” the door of the elevator closes as he waves goodbye.

“Yeah, b .. bye” words tried to come out of my mouth before I was left alone to my thoughts. That is until I unfortunately saw my reflection in the elevator window.

Hair? Still left in two messy space buns, after I complained of it being in my face the whole time I was unpacking.

My shirt, you might ask? Well, it can only be the most humiliating piece of fabric I could find at my grown age, aka my Barbie merch. This whole time I was worried about my red face, while my shirt was covered in Raquelle printouts. Great.

I was right, the line at the dining hall was long, even more so than usual. But at least, I was able to find my friend, Jiah. She was the first person I met on campus, and even though we hung out every day since my arrival, we only realized that we were neighbours about a week ago. Women in STEM.

“Miraya!” she shouts across the hall, waving her hands as we lock eyes. I squeeze through a literal sea of hungry students and finally make it towards her.

“Jiah, you have no idea how happy I am to finally see you,” I say, breathless from all that walking (it was a maximum of 10 steps).

“Finally? What do you mean finally? We saw each other today in the morning,” the poor girl responds with actual concern on her face.

“Yes, but so much has happened. First of all, look at me. I look like I just came out of hibernation.” I sigh, realising she doesn’t understand my frustration as she is also repping that Barbie merch.

“What do you mean? You look cute,” she reassures me with a small chuckle.

I can’t help but laugh because we both look ridiculous, but it’s less embarrassing when a 6-foot-blonde guy with a boxy smile isn’t involved in the scenario. So, we quickly grab the food and enjoy the little debrief about our thoughts regarding the first day of classes.

“You know, I compared my schedule with my boyfriend yesterday and we only have 3 classes together.” Jiah sighed, pouting her lips.

“Well, you know, 3 classes versus the rest of your life. I feel like you guys will manage it just fine.” I chuckle, as she smiles back at me.

“You’re right, it’s silly. I just miss him. He has been away this whole summer, and no one warned me about how tough long distance is.”

“Where was he again?” I ask.

“Well, he first went on a grad trip with his guy friends and then back home to visit his grandparents. I just wished he was able to come back sooner. I really miss him.” Jiah looks down on her plate, swirling the leftover food with her fork.

“Hey, Jiah, it's just one more night, do you want to sleep in my dorm for today? We can have a relaxing pampering night, hm?” I say, as my hands reach towards hers. She looks back up and nods with a smile.

“What do you think of this? Or is this better?” I ask as Jiah is forced to judge the fashion show that I have created out of my possible outfit options for tomorrow.

“Oh, number 2, 100%. Are you kidding me? You look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in knee-high boots.” she replies with complete certainty in her judgement.

The weather in Seoul is getting chillier so the knee-highs fit the theme, but are they not a bit too much? But also, I did not just go through all of those years to be just much. So, you best believe I will be making an appearance with those bad boys.

“You’re right, okay well then I’m all ready. Just have to actually wake up on time.” I say, lying on the sofa and looking at the precisely organized row of necessities Jiah and I prepped for the following morning. The rest of the night was spent just talking until we both fell asleep to the sound of rain hitting the window.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn #bts x yn #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #jungkook smut #romance #young love #college love #slow burn #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x female reader #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine

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chemdisaster · 8 months

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okay so i made this post a while back and now i've had more ideas

so there's a lot of potential with this. whether or not scar knows what he's doing, what kind of curse it is - things progressively going more and more wrong for the other hermits, them falling ill over the course of season 8, scar turning everyone into hybrids, SCAR CAUSING MOON BIG-

the idea i'm most insane over is the curse being an illness of some sort. so last life ends and everyone feels off. and at first they think it's just post-life game stress. but it doesn't stop. maybe it starts off as a small cough - but then it's cramps and lightheadedness and then people are fainting and coughing up blood. it's rough. by the time moon big happens, everyone's in awful shape and no one can figure out what's going on.

now, scar. he comes back from last life and he's - well, he's miserable. so he isolates himself, doesn't really speak to anyone if he can help it. he does hear bits and pieces about what's going on, small rants in chat, that sort of thing, and he's torn between "why should he care" and "good, let them suffer". he feels weird, himself - but compared to the anger and betrayal and hate and hurt coursing through him, it doesn't really stick out.

then maybe at some point he realises that stewing in his misery isn't healthy. and he wants to fix things, he misses his friends. so he starts making an effort to talk with the others more again. tries to convince himself that everything's fine, enough time has passed, he's fine. but he can't get rid of the burning anger and hurt he feels when he looks at them. can't help the vindictive pleasure when they cough in front of him.

so now things just keep getting worse for everyone, right. and scar is starting to suspect something's wrong. he knows what using his magic feels like, and something feels off. imagine the slow progression of that. him going from suspecting that something is going on, to dreading it, watching everyone bend over in pain whenever he's near, still being partly satisfied as they do-

when he's finally sure that he's the one causing this, i'm imagining him having the worst breakdown. it's everything he's feeling - all the things that happened months ago that hurt as if they're still happening now, but worse. the realisation that he lied to himself when he said everything was okay, that it's not and now other people are suffering because of it. the hopelessness because he doesn't know how to stop it. he doesn't know how to make himself not feel. he wants to fix this and a part of him is still happy that they're in pain.

now, imagine when they get to s9. all the effects of the curse are suddenly gone. everyone is happy. and scar immediately goes as far as he can because he can't let that happen again. and now he's not just sad, he's afraid. afraid of himself and what he can do, afraid that there's no amount of distance he can go, that as long as he exists everyone involved will keep hurting. and at this point maybe the curse turns inward.

imagine someone - grian because i'm a desert duo bitch - finding him. he finds him and scar is just curled up on the floor, pale, hugging himself, in pain, both physical and emotional. and grian kneels next to him and holds his face in his hands. and scar doesn't look at him, and he doesn't say anything. because nothing he says can fix this. not anymore.

imagine when it turns out that this can be fixed. scar lets grian know that he's too far gone, and he expects, begs him to drop it. but grian just keeps coming over. and others start coming over, too. they help scar through it, just sitting next to him as he writhes in agony on the floor, in enough pain that he finally truly lets himself feel - all the betrayal and hurt and guilt and why are they here, after it all, after what he did and what they did to him.

scar barely notices when it eventually eases up, at first. when no one around him falls ill. when he can look at the others and not feel the cold of a lonely mountain and the burning of a pool of lava. when he can breathe and not be tripping and stumbling over every inhale. when, bit by bit, it starts getting better.

his magic notices, though. and it starts to go outward again, but this time it's good. instead of dragging blood out of his friends' throats, now his magic grows flowers all around him - they're soft and pretty and a sign that he's healing. and maybe one day scar inhales their scent. and he gives grian a bouquet and asks if they can still be friends. and it's - it's okay. it's all okay.

in conclusion, aaaaaaaaa

#gtws angst #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #grian #desert duo #last life scar my beloved #last life #last life smp #llsmp #ll scar #last life scar #last life gtws #last life series #life series #life smp #textdisaster

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slavghoul · 1 year

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Interview from Classic Rock Magazine #309

What stands out in your memories of 2022?

TF: Going back to touring was a fantastic feeling! In the beginning it felt almost unreal; still with a bit of restriction, which was kind of unintuitive, but the last tour we did, in August/September, was as good as normal. We released the record when we said we would, we managed to back it up with seventy shows. We cancelled one show in total. That's a good result.

Impera has dark, historically rooted themes, but it's also music that makes the listener feel so many things - joy, aggression, excitement, sorrow... After such a turbulent couple of years there's something cathartic about that.

I am very happy about how the record came out, and that it seems to be well-received among our fans. That's a tremendous feeling. I feel like I managed to do a lot of things I set out to do. We're gonna continue next year, we still have a lot of things to do. But right now we're just recharging a little.

Kaisarion has been a hit live. For a song about the brutal murder of a female Roman philosopher, it really gets the party going.

Yeah, I'm still surprised that with a song that does what it does - and was so well received and opened up the shows - there's never been talk about turning it into a single. Which I don't understand. But at the end of the day it's a label decision, and people around that decide which ones will, quote-unquote, 'work best'. And I've realised that I'm not really capable of choosing. I remember Mary On A Cross was a B-side.

It's weird how that happens with some songs.

Yeah, I must say I feel very optimistic with regards to how that song is taking a life on its own. Even though it was technically a B-side on a fun additional thing [2019's Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic] - it was not our main single from a new album we have always played it ever since it came out, on every show. Maybe a few exceptions, but I've always pushed that song as something that I felt very good about.

On that subject, you're viral on TikTok now. What is it about that platform that appeals?

I hardly knew what it was until two months ago! I have two almost fourteen-year-old kids, so of course I'd heard the phenomenon mentioned. It's an insanely big thing among kids and teenagers. What happens is they create these short snippets, funny, sad or emotional clips, to which they often tag some sort of music or sound. And if you are a creator of sound or music, you might be tagged on to a clip that might go 'viral'. That way you hit a lot more people that you might never entertain, you know, aiming your guns at. So it's a bit of a crap-shoot as well. We are not a big mainstream act, so obviously there's going to be a mixed bag of reactions. Because people in general are kind of strange to a lot of these aesthetics of rock, and especially the darker aspects of it.

It has brought the band more attention.

But if all that attention is a good or a bad thing, we do not know yet. There have been people who might have come on to the track, and as soon as they see what the band is about - or what they perceive the band to be about - there's backlash, because it's like: "Oh my, God fearing hater!" "I don't like it!" "This is communist bullshit!" So there are two sides of the coin. But it's a great bonus if we can get new people, especially kids, into liking rock music or other things, or if it makes them feel in any way better-informed, if you will.

Do you think TikTok will be a bigger deal for musicians in the future?

I don't know. I think when you're a musician, and you're making records, you need to have a certain strategic mind. But your job at the end of the day is making records and playing live. That is the heart of the matter. If you sit around waiting for a viral thing to happen, you can wait a long fucking time.

Back in May, the identities of the Nameless Ghouls were confirmed on social media. How do you feel about them not being strictly nameless any more?

Well, they haven't really been for quite some time. So for me it was not an overnight sensation. As long as it doesn't in any way interfere with what we are doing, there's no desire that I have for people not to feel proud or happy about what they're doing.

You've lamented not being able to play more guitar. If you could be the guitarist for a day in any band, which would it be?

Good question. There's several bands. I would have loved to be what Mick Taylor was in 1969, coming into the Rolling Stones at their best era - but I would have stayed around! That would have been a great experience. Very fun music to play. Definitely within the limits of what I can play really well. I spent a lot of time as a kid learning how to play guitar. Otherwise I would love to play in the Red Hot Chilli Peppers; I love what John Frusciante does. Def Leppard might be a good fit too. Joe Elliott spoke very highly of Impera when it came out. That would have also been really cool. Also a fantastic band. In an alternative reality, in an alternative life, I would have wanted to do a lot of other things. But I did hear that [Joe said those things], and it was very heartwarming, of course. A very big honour.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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simpshaaaa · 1 month

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Angst idea(repost from twt)

Alcale established modern au

Alver working too much after becoming the chairman that forgets about Cale,,

But Cale our patient mc, is very much supporting Alver, he moved in with Alver and helps with the chores and making sure Alver had his breakfast before working

Then it kinda drifts apart,, alcale relationship

The house grew quieter and colder

Alver usually be home at 2 am when Cale's already head to bed and the food is left cold on the table

Cale, our sensible mc tried to talk to Alver about it, working on their relationship

Alver promised, but it leads to multiple broken promises

And Cale, our mc who always keeps his promises felt annoyed and tired

Why is he the only one working on this relationship??? It's time wasting and he's tired

Anyway, Alver is late again on their anniversary

He thought when he gets inside, it would be dark and Cale would be sleeping in their bedroom as usual

But he's surprised to see Cale still up, on their dining table with wine glass in his hand

"Go take a shower. I'll heat up your food"

Cale says calmly, putting down his wine glass and gets up with Alver's cold plate

Anyway afterwards Alver awkwardly strides into the dining room and sits down while Cale pours a glass of wine for him

As Alver was eating his late dinner, Cale sits down on the opposite side of him and calmly breaks up with Alver

"Let's break up."

***

Since that day, Alver has been working much harder

Rosalyn, his secretary asked him if there's something wrong

"Did you fight with Cale again?"

".. We're fine. Nothing's wrong" Alver offers with a smile

Alver works so much that (engine truck rumbling) he's in a daze state

While driving home, (vreeerm) Alver got hit by a truck (cRASHHH) due to his carelessness

And guess who's on his emergency contact:3

Cale tehehehe

(Kms)

Anyway Cale got called to the hospital, and he calls Tasha

When Tasha arrives, he greets her hello and goodbye

Tasha: Wait, why are you leaving?

Cale: There's no reason for me to be here at all anymore. You're here now

Tasha: But, Alver needs you. You're his bf...

Cale:

Tasha: I-i know you guys fought, but please. Stay with him, he needs you

Cale: We didn't fight, miss Tasha

Tasha: ?

Cale: We broke up

Tasha: What? Cale, I get that you're mad at him but, isn't that too far?

Cale: We broke up a month ago

Tasha: ..But Alver said you guys are fine...

Cale: I'm sorry, goodbye now miss Tasha

Alver in coma is dreaming a year before Cale broke up with him

He thought he turned back the time and clung to dream Cale, but it's all false and he's in a coma

And Alver never wakes up :3

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Alternative ending

Alver wakes up, but realised it's a dream and that mental realisation broke him down so much he goes insane

#lcf #lout of the count’s family #백망되 #백작가의망나니가되었다 #cale henituse #alver crossman #alcale #hehe :3 #i love them #i swear #alcale angst is my girl dinner #i have an idea how they'll end up #but eh #for now suffer #:33333

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#2. CAN'T FORGET | Neymar Jr.

SUMMARY: Seeing Neymar for the first time after the break up.

"Another three tequila shots", you ordered at the bar, unable to hold back your laughter while your friend continued on telling her bad jokes that you would probably not laugh at if you weren’t this drunk.

You and your two closest friends, Isabella and Mia, decided to spend Bellas birthday in Paris. Though Neymar and you broke up five months ago, for you, everything still was connected to him - especially Paris of course. Even though you wanted your best friend to have the best day ever, you hated her for choosing Paris for her birthday trip. In order to finally get your thoughts off Neymar and stop looking for him everywhere you would go, you got absolutely smashed.

"I'll be back in a second", you said, heading to the restroom while your friends got onto the dance floor again. You rewatched your instagram story, smiling at your screen, loving how insane and uncontrollable the tree of you were getting every time you got together. Then you noticed three missed calls. Anonymous. "Can’t be too important, everyone knows I'm not taking anonymous calls", you thought to yourself.

Right when you got out of the restroom, Mia, who was already waiting for you, grabbed your arm and started walking towards the exit. "Where are we going? What did I miss?", your eyebrows furrowed the moment you realised she was bloody serious, "Where is Bella?" Receiving no answer, you repeatedly shouted out your friends name, but she didn’t react until the two of you finally got out the club. You freed yourself from her grip, "Can you tell me what the fuck is going on? Where’s Bella?"

"Bella's coming. She’s getting our jackets and we'll go back to the hotel", Mia responded.

"And why are we rushing to leave? It’s not even that late", you asked, realising it wasn’t even 1 am. The door swung open right behind you. You turned around to see Bella heading towards you. A familiar figure followed her, but stopped midway. You froze when you recognised who it was. Then you started laughing, earning some confused looks from your friends. "Y’all are crazy, literally trying everything to avoid me from seeing him."

"And you’re crazy 'cause I know damn well that you’ll go and talk to him", Bella giggled.

Your friends loved Neymar. They adored you two together. But their opinion changed when he left you and made you go through the hardest break up you ever had. Secretly they were hoping for a comeback, on the other side though, they didn’t want to see you that hurt ever again.

"I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t do the things I'm not supposed to", you grinned. Though your blood was boiling, you tried to act all calm, not wanting to show Neymar the effect he still had on you. "You know where we are. Call us if you need anything", Mia said. They shortly hugged you before making their way to the hotel. And there you were, standing a few metres away from your ex boyfriend, who was now slowly walking up to you. Your breathing got heavier as you watched his every step. "Hey", he finally mumbled. You coldly smiled at him, trying to play it cool while it was obvious how uncomfortable he was feeling. "Can we talk please?", Neymar asked.

"Sure", you shrugged. His eyes wandered around. "Not here. Let’s take a walk", he suggested. You nodded. The two of you started walking. Neymar hid his hands in his pockets while you had your arms crossed in front of your chest. "Why didn’t you pick up the phone?", he broke the silence. It was him.

"You know I never pick up anonymous calls."

"Would you pick up if you knew it was me?", he hesitantly asked. You remained silent for a second, "Probably not." Neymar looked at you kind of disappointed, but nodded understanding. "How have you been? How’s life going?", he continued the small talk, which made you roll your eyes. You abruptly stopped walking. "Ney, what do you want to talk about? I know you didn’t call just to see how I'm doing." He sighed, his eyes wandered to the ground. You waited for him to say something, but he kept on looking around, biting the inside of his cheek. "Okay, once you’re not talking, I'll just go back to the hotel. It was good seeing you again", you said and pulled out your phone from the purse in order to call a cab. Neymars face kept on switching between anger and frustration. "Merda [shit]", he mumbled to himself, watching you dial a number, "I missed you." You stopped typing and gulped in shock. It wasn’t anything you did not expect, but thinking of how long you’ve been waiting to hear these words, you really had to do your best to hide your emotions. You locked your phone and looked up at him. "I watched your story, I saw you're in Paris and I would’ve hated myself if I let you leave without at least trying to talk to you", he admit and slowly shook his head from left to right, "I even went into that shit club just to find you there since you didn’t take my calls."

"You could’ve just messaged me", you shortly said, trying to somehow hold back your tears. "And you’d reply?", he scoffed. Looking at him, you realised there were also tears forming in his eyes, making you remember the day you broke up.

The two of you have been together for a year when Neymar suddenly decided to call it quits. You’ve been in a long distance relationship, but still managed to see each other almost every weekend. Due to him training all day and matches mostly being on weekends, you still weren’t able to really spend time with each other. Of course you wished it could be different, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got into that relationship and honestly, you couldn’t be happier. Neymar, on the other side, was sick of the distance between you. He wanted you to move in with him. Even though you loved him more than anything, you felt overwhelmed and said no. You were scared of leaving your friends and family behind. Adding to that, you didn’t want to fully depend on Neymar. You loved your job, you couldn’t imagine to stay at home waiting for him to come back all day, every day. But your french skills would make it hard for you to find a good job. Maybe you would’ve even agreed to move in with him if you really thought and talked it through, but Neymar seemed to be in such a rush and jumped into the conclusion that you simply weren’t that serious about your relationship. Weeks after your break up you still tried to explain yourself to him through texts and calls, but all he did was ignoring you and distracting himself by clubbing and going on dates that he was seen on, that you even knew about.

"Y/N", he started, taking a few steps towards you, "I know I hurt you. I know I was going way too fast and I didn��t even let you think about it, I didn’t even really give you a chance. This wasn’t fair, you never deserved any of it. When you said you didn’t want to move in with me, I remembered my past relationships that always ended for the same reasons - them prioritising their careers and not being ready to build a life with me. But I wanted to build a life with you, so I was feeling like I only wasted my time again. But I get it, I get it now." You ironically laughed at his words, tears started streaming down your face. "You get it now? Then why haven’t you answered my texts and calls? Why did you start seeing Bruna again if you were oh so traumatised by your relationship like you say?”

"I didn’t see her in that way. She only tried being there for me after our break up", he explained, but your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your ex was there to support you after our break up? That ex that kept on trying to get to you while we were together? Did it work, was she able to distract you?" Your voice kept on getting louder. Neymar bit his bottom lip, knowing there was no valid excuse. "Y/N, I know it’s difficult to believe but nothing happened. Not with her, not with anyone else." You didn’t know if you could trust his words, a million thoughts and memories going through your mind. "Why did it take you so long?"

"I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t know", Neymar answered, "Guess I had to make up my mind and… probably learn to be patient and more understanding. It wouldn’t make sense going back to you with the same attitude I had before." He walked up to you, making you look at him by softly wiping away your tears. "I really missed you. And yes, I still love you. You don’t have to tell me right now and I know it’ll take some time to get to where we were again, but… but I’d be so happy and grateful if you gave me another chance. To prove I've changed. To prove I'll be patient and waiting for you until you’re ready." Your heart was racing, your knees got weak and you hated yourself for having to admit he got you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t find the right words to explain what was going through your mind, so you turned off your thoughts for a moment and quickly crashed your lips onto his. God, how you missed these lips. Right after you pulled away, you wanted to slap yourself across the face. "I hate you", you mumbled, Neymars lips forming a wide smile as he pulled you closer again. "You hate how much you love me." You nodded your head and sighed before you noticed his cheeky grin, making you giggle. His eyes sparkled up the moment he heard you laugh. "You don’t know how much I missed this", he whispered before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips.

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