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Washington's Finest — Bucky Barnes x Reader

SUMMARY: Congressman Barnes has heard the stories from his colleagues on committee, he knows the stereotype that politicians in Washington often hire women to pursue their extracurricular activities- but he never expected to be the one to be in the need of such... services, much less the kind of man who'd actually seek them out

WARNINGS: fem!reader, reader is a sex worker (referred to as a call girl & hooker), age gap (reader is in law school so mid/late twenties), reader's parents are dead, most likely incorrect info about nda's & how they're used, swearing, probably an overuse of italics oopsie, so much kissing, breast&nipple play, oral f!receiving, reader attempts to fake an orgasm (spoiler it does not work), fingering, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bucky is kind of condescending, teeny bit of dacryphilia, big dick!bucky, little bit of manhandling, unprotected p in v sex (don't do that!!!), creampie. not proofread!!!

WC: ~7k

NOTE: sorry to all my Pitt & Shawn Hatosy followers that this isn’t your regularly scheduled content, I just got this idea after watching one too many Bucky edits and had to write it !!!😁😁 also I apologize if I portray sex workers in a negative light at all, that is not my intention at all!! I heavily based reader on Laurie from The West Wing, which is admittedly a pretty old show, but I tried my best & I hope you enjoy!!!

Bucky, the junior congressman from New York, knows the reputation that politicians have cultivated. He knows the stereotype of the dead-beat husband who steps out on his wife with a prostitute when he's in D.C., then acts all lovey dovey back in the home state.

He thought since he was single, he could avoid this dilemma. This career ending adultery and solicitation scandal that so many before him had walked into. He thought that he could find some girl to take home at a bar and get his rocks off that way, but that proved to be a harder task than he thought. Everyone in D.C., knew him. Everyone in Brooklyn knew him. Everyone everywhere knew him.

It was nice at first, but now it was starting to get annoying.

Fucking his fist in the shower quelled off the physical urges- and even that was starting to lose its efficacy. But what getting himself off didn't satisfy were his mental and emotional needs. The need to be seen, to be felt, to be touched, to be loved. Bucky wanted that.

But he wasn't going to get it anywhere in this town- or this country for that matter.

He'd heard enough stories through hushed conversations outside committee rooms & caucuses to know that Washington's Finest was the best, most reliable high end escort service in DC. The preferred choice for most politicians on Capitol Hill who dabbled in the art of the extramarital affair.

So, one afternoon when he was feeling especially in need- he made the call.

"Washington's Finest, you've reached Elena, how may I direct your call? The woman's voice is sweet and almost robotic sounding. Bucky isn't sure if it's actually a real person or one of those automated recordings until it starts speaking unprompted.

"Hello?"

He clears his throat, "Yeah. Hi. Um- booking."

Elena makes a little sound of acknowledgement before speaking again, "Alright sir, your call is being transferred, I'm going to place you on a brief hold, please stay on the line!"

As soon as she finishes talking, a smooth jazz music floods through the phone and into Bucky's ear. It's nice, familiar. Just as he thinks he might recognize the song, he's met with another woman's voice.

"Good evening this is Washington's Finest, you've reached booking! I'm Paulina how may I assist you?" She speaks, that same sort of uncanniness present in her tone.

"Hi. Yeah, uh I'd like to book- I guess."

"Great! Well then you're in the right place, may I just get a name to make the reservation?"

He hesitates, wondering if he should give his real name. Paulina seems to notice this.

"It doesn't have to be your name, sir. Just any name that we can refer to you by for the booking."

He doesn't say anything. Paulina fills the silence again.

"Rest assured sir, we deal with many high profile customers, our privacy policies are top notch to ensure that your proclivities are kept-"

"Steve." He blurts.

"I'm sorry?"

"Steve. My name is Steve."

Why he just offered the name of his best friend? He doesn't know. But at the moment it's the only name coming to mind so it's gonna have to do.

The woman on the other end smiles almost audibly.

"Alright then, Steve. What service would you like to book with us?"

"Shit, I uh- I don't know. What... services do you have?"

There's a ruffling of papers, a click of a mouse, then her voice again. "We offer three main packages: the One Night, the Weekend Getaway and the Week Long All-Inclusive. Many first-time customers choose to start with the One Night, helps them to find a girl they connect with to book longer services with in the future."

Bucky nods, then remembers she can't see him. "Right. Okay, sure, yeah- the One Night sounds good, let's do that."

"Great! Sounds good, let's get you all reserved - when were you thinking to book your service?"

"I, um- whenever?"

"How about tonight?" She asks, tapping away almost violently at the computer.

He nods, once, twice- like he's trying to convince himself to go through with this. To stoop down to a level he swore he'd never reach. "You know what- sure, let's do tonight."

Paulina continues with the booking, going over various policies regarding payment and acceptable conduct with the girl he books. Then, she gets to the names. There are three girls with availability tonight:

Anya.

Peggy.

And you.

Peggy's out immediately- way too much baggage associated with that name. He eliminates Anya next, sounds too harsh to him.

Leaving him with you. A girl with a name that rolls of the tongue, who will be showing up at his brownstone in a little over three hours

You get the call a few minutes after Bucky hangs up, Paulina tells you that someone named Steve has requested your company tonight, and you're to attend an address in Alexandria at 9pm sharp.

You get ready as usual, wondering if this Steve will be another senator or congressman stepping out on his wife- citing the 'stress of the job,' for pushing them apart, or if he'll be some rich old guy with nothing better to do with his money, or maybe- a secret third option. What that is, you're not sure yet- but a girl can dream, can't she?

Either way- the routine never strays. Makeup, hair, lingerie under an unassuming outfit (men love it when they get to feel like they're unwrapping you). You're out the door by 8:30 and catch the bus to the address sitting in your email.

You get there a few minutes early, so you sit on a bench a few doors down until your phone reads 8:59PM. Then you start down the street to your assigned place of business.

You climb the steps then knock on the door a few times. A second later the door's swinging open. You recognize the face from the news, and from the museum, the former World War 2 hero turned Congressman.

Bucky Barnes.

Not Steve.

You weren't surprised. Didn't feel catfished. 90% of the time the name you're given isn't legit, but one given by the customer to maintain certain degrees of separation.

"Congressman Barnes," you say, nodding your head slightly to greet him.

He says your name in the same tone, but different- like it's more foreign to him. "Please, call me Bucky." He half smiles, stepping aside in the doorway though still terribly unsure of himself.

"Bucky," you repeat, stepping into the house through the open space next to him. "This is a nice place," you hum, kicking off your shoes while he shuts the door behind you. "Thanks," he replies.

"You want something to drink?" He asks, beckoning you to follow him into the kitchen. You do. "Oh, just water is fine, thanks. And ice if you've got."

He nods, filing your preference away then walking over to the fridge to pull out a pitcher, then a cupboard for a glass.

"So," you say, walking around to the opposite side of the kitchen island as him, "what got you calling up Washington's Finest?" He shrugs, sliding a glass full of ice water to you. You mouth a thanks before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

"What's anyone looking for when they order a hooker." He says, blunt as ever. You almost choke on the drink, setting it down with a thunk before coughing the water from your windpipe.

"Sorry- is that not what you're called?"

You shake your head, "no, I mean- hooker's not wrong it's just, we prefer call girl. Evokes a nicer image."

"Right. Call girl." He repeats, nodding his head.

You take one more sip, washing down any stuck remnants of liquid from your earlier near-asphyxiation. "So sex?"

"I'm sorry?" He asks.

"That's what most people are looking for when they order a hooker." You repeat his words back to him, earning a smile from the man. He nods, "can't argue with that logic."

He still hasn't answered your question.

"So... sex?" You try again

He coughs, like he was caught off guard. "Yeah, sure. I guess."

He says the words like they're true, but the look in his eyes says they're anything but.

"Right, okay." You reach into your purse and pull out a thin stack of folded paper. “Got a pen?” You ask, setting them both down on the counter: one in front of you, the other in front of Bucky. He quirks an eyebrow, “yeah,” then opens a drawer to retrieve one, “what’s this?”

“NDA,” you say plainly. He scoffs, “I’m not going to tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about-”

You cut him off with a shake of your head, “it’s nothing personal, just company policy.” You reach into your bag once more to take out your own pen, “it’s to cover both of our asses.”

He follows your lead, signing his name on the various lines and not bothering to read all the legal jargon. “Both our asses?” He questions, crossing the T’s and dotting the I’s.

You nod, not once looking up from the page. “Mhmm, that way if I get drunk and start blabbing about all the congressmen I’ve slept with and your name comes up, then you can sue or whatever.”

He watches as you flourish the pen along the paper, marking your name and initials down, then meets your eyes when you slide the forms away. His brows are furrowed, “you get drunk and run your mouth a lot?” He asks, tone half joking.

You smile, “I don’t, but some of the other girls aren’t as careful, like to brag about their customers ‘n such.” He hums, sliding his own papers forward to stack on top of yours.

“You good? Ready?” You ask, putting your pen and the papers back in your bag. Bucky replies with a borderline shaky sigh. You squint, not normally the reaction you get from customers. “Everything okay?”

He nods, slow and unsure. “How does this work exactly? Do we just… start?” You shrug. “It can work however you want it to work. We can do whatever you want to do.”

“What if I want to just… talk first.”

His behaviour is a refreshing contrast to the men you normally deal with- their minds are set on getting your clothes off the second you walk through the door.

“That’s fine,” you smile, “we can talk.”

He nods and exhales, like a weight’s just come off his shoulders. “So,” you start, “what do you want to talk about?”

“Right,” he says, like he forgot that having a conversation would require actual talking.

“Um. What got you into…” he trails off, looking for the right words, “this line of work.”

You laugh, “oh this is not my dream job, believe me. I’m just doing this to get through law school, only got one year left. I’m getting out of this business the second I pass the Bar.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows, he clearly wasn’t expecting that answer. “Wow, law school. You go to GW?” You shake your head, “Georgetown.”

“Damn. They've got a good program over there.”

“I know,” you nod, “and expensive.”

“Ah,” he mouths, “hence the…” he gestures between the both of you, referring to the situation at hand.

“Exactly.”

“Parents can’t afford to help you out a little?”

You shake your head, “it’s not that they can’t afford it, they-” you stop yourself with a sigh. Any other customer would get a rehearsed answer about why you’re in this business, but any other customer wouldn’t have asked the question in the first place. “My parents died a few years ago, bank gave me a hard time with the inheritance — not that it was a whole lot, and there wasn’t very much left over after I paid off their house & some debts.”

He gives you a sympathetic look, the same one everyone gives after you drop the dead parents bomb. You give him a look that brushes off whatever empathetic sentiment he's conjuring up before he can say it. You shrug, “wanted to go to law school, couldn’t afford it, found a way to afford it. That’s all it is.”

He still doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking into your eyes like they’ve got some answer he’s been looking for all his life.

“I’m not proud of it,” you add, starting to rationalize and he quickly starts to shake his head.

“Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you should be ashamed or anything- I mean, fuck I’m the one who- I don't know, hired you? if anything I should be ashamed.”

You huff, “don’t be, you’re... different.”

Bucky smiles at that. “Different?”

“Yeah, most other customers have one thing and one thing only on their mind when I’m around but,” you shrug, “I don’t know, you don’t? I guess? You care about more than just the sex, I mean. At least I think you do. I hope you do."

You add the last part under your breath- you're not even sure why you add it- you know better than to feel anything more than a tolerance for one of your customers.

“Call me old fashioned, I guess.” He jokes. Some of his nerves appear to slough off when you laugh.

“Yeah, something like that,” you reply.

The room falls into a sort of silence, coming about after your laughter fizzles out. It's not awkward though, just like you're both weighing the options of what to say next.

"How about you?" You fill the air with your voice, the question catches Bucky off guard. "What about me?" he answers.

"Why Congress?" You shrug, "being in the history book once isn't enough for you?" It's teasing, but the question behind it still stands: why politics?

He raises his eye brows, bringing a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Wow. Okay. Calling me an attention seeker?"

You tilt your head, "most of you are. I don't know why else anyone would chose a job where your employer is the fucking general population."

"First of all," he starts, corner of his lip raising in a challenging smirk, "they're called constituents- I work for the great people of Brooklyn, thank you very much."

You laugh, "right, right, constituents. I ask again, why spend your life doing such... thankless work? I'm telling you, 90% of these congressmen & senators have some small dick insecurity or something and need some big, powerful job title to make up for it."

Bucky scoffs, taking a few steps around the kitchen island to stand beside you now, you turn to face him, leaning your side against the countertop.

"Well, I definitely don't have that problem," he says, leaning in close against your ear. His voice sends a pulse down your spine that's received between your legs- husky and low.

He pulls away from you and spots the way your eyes had fluttered just barely shut in response to his breath against your skin. You blink- once, twice- trying to adjust to his new proximity to you. "I guess I had just spent enough of my life hurting people, and I wanted what life I have left to be spent helping 'em instead." He mutters the words, searching through your eyes like he lost something in them and if he looks hard enough he'll find it.

Then his eyes flick down to your lips, for a split second- like he's wondering if he should kiss you or not. But when he shifts just marginally away from you- it seems like he's decided against it. Your breath catches in your throat when he shifts, a jolt of borderline disappointment passing through you.

"Kiss me."

The words leave you before your better judgement can tell you otherwise. He wasn't expecting that.

"What?"

You swallow. "Kiss me," you repeat- more sure this time.

"Kiss you?" He asks like he's trying to make 100% sure he heard you right.

You nod once. "Kiss me. Please."

Bucky absorbs the words, then brings a hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. He drags his fingers down your jaw, before cradling his hand there at the nape of your neck. His calloused fingertips sit just at the back of your head, then he presses them into your skin and draws you towards him. He pulls you in until your lips are just barely brushing against his.

His lips are dry- not chapped, not rough- but dry like they're looking for something to quench their thirst. They're a stark contrast to your own, meticulously glossed over in that perfect shade that brings out your eyes just right.

Then he kisses you- finally, he kisses you. It's painfully soft, and you're immediately craving more. You bring your own hand up to the side of his face, tangling your fingers into his chocolate brown hair as you deepen the kiss.

He hums into your mouth as his eyes fall shut, and brings his other hand- the metal one- to your waist, pulling your body flush against him. You thought it'd feel harsh, mechanical even, but somehow his touch still manages to be soft.

Suddenly all you can think about is what those fingers would feel like inside of you.

You take your other hand up to the other side of his face, pulling him impossibly closer to you, taking a deep inhale when you do. The air you bring in is mix of second hand smoke and vintage cologne, it's undeniably him.

That snaps the last strand of Bucky's control, the last little thread that had him holding on to any chivalrous sense of decency. He's desperate for you. He thought he was in need of connection- of touch, but the second you walked in his door?

He needed you.

More than he'd ever needed anything else before.

He travels both of his hands down to the backs of your thighs, and picks you up in one seamless motion. You're shocked at his strength at first, but them remember who you're dealing with: Bucky Barnes, former Winter Soldier- he could probably throw you around like it was nothing if he wanted to.

And God, you really hope he wants to.

You wrap your legs around his waist once he's lifted you, and he starts to maneuver you through his house. Walking masterfully through the expanse of hallways within the brownstone without breaking away from the kiss for so much as a breath.

He pushes the door open with your back, taking one hand from under you to flick on the lamp just enough so he can see where the bed is. The dark orange light from the fixture floods the room, bouncing off every available surface & enveloping your bodies in an auburn blanket of warmth.

He lowers you down onto the bed with ease and crawls over top of you. He presses one last firm kiss against your lips before pulling away. His breathing is heavy and ragged, and you can't help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks when you open your eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, his tone serious, "I know it's your job to say yes, but- do you want this?" If you say no he'd stop, of course he would, but right now he is praying to every higher power that you'll say yes.

No customer had ever asked you that before- asked the woman beneath the call girl what she wanted. And even if they did- it always came with the silent expectation that despite whatever you might want to say deep down, the answer would always be yes.

You nod, still breathless from the exchange earlier- but that's not enough for Bucky. "Words," he whispers, ducking his head down to the crook of your neck. "Tell me you want this, want me," he says, words muffled against your skin as he kisses it softly.

"Want this," you say, still nodding furiously, "want you."

He groans against your neck, raw and desperate. The vibrations ricochet down your body, landing with a throb between your thighs.

Bucky roams his hands down your body, and slides them under your shirt, splaying his fingers against your stomach. One hand's warm, inviting, sultry. The other- cool and unnaturally smooth. But both are soft, and the juxtaposing sensations makes you squirm.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful," he mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shirt then pulling it up over your head. You raise your arms to allow him to slide it off of you, leaving your chest covered with just the skimpy black lace bra you picked out before you left.

He travels his kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone, and across to the top of your ribcage. He moves down your chest, following along the geography of your sternum until his face is buried between your breasts.

One of his hands comes up to cup over the material, inner knuckle of his thumb brushing perfectly across your nipple. You gasp at the new contact, desperate to feel more of him- everywhere.

That sound only encourages him, emboldens him, and before you know it he's tucked his fingers underneath the thin material and is ripping the bra in half at the front seam. He pushes it aside and you shrug off the straps.

This bra was in your all star rotation- it was by far the most flattering one you owned. You should be upset, should scold him with something along the lines of making him buy you a new one, but right now you could not care less about that.

You're yanked from your train of thought when you feel Bucky's lips close around your nipple. His tongue swirling around the bud and teeth grazing it ever so gently. You arch your back, heaving your chest against him by consequence

He brings his hand to your unattended breast, squeezing and grasping at the flesh in just the right spots before pinching at that nipple.

“Please, Bucky,” you whimper, rolling your head back into his mattress while your fingers tug at his long dark strands of hair.

You feel him smirk against your chest, before he picks back up his head and slots his lips onto yours again. “Wanna taste you,” he says through kissing you, “can I?”

“You don’t have to, I’m-“

“I want to,” he cuts you off, “please?”

You nod, slow- but incredibly sure.

“O- okay. Yeah. Sure,” you breathe.

He smiles- like really smiles, then kisses you again1 before descending once more down your body. He leaves wet open mouthed kisses down the expanse of your chest and torso, hands working on undoing the clasp of your pants so he can push them off once he reaches the waistband.

He tosses the garment haphazardly somewhere in the room, before hooking his fingers through the band of your panties.

“This okay?” He asks, eyes hooded with lust as he looks up at you for your consent.

You nod- pathetically quick. “Yes. Please.”

The ends of his lips quirk upwards as he pulls the thin lacy material from your legs. It’s too slow- painfully slow. You wish he’d rip them off like he did with the bra.

Once they’re off, Bucky kneels on the floor in front of you, and hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He presses his lips to your clit, leaving a tender kiss over it, before licking a long steep stripe up your slit.

“Fuck,” you gasp, hands finding his hair again like there’s some kind of magnet drawing them there. You pull his face against your cunt, forcing his tongue into your hole and knocking his nose against your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moan, arching your hips off the bed and even further into him before he plants you by the hips back into the mattress. He delves his tongue inside you, prodding eagerly through your slick and fucking it in and out of you.

It feels good- feels so good- but it’s not enough.

Your instinct takes over though, months of experience in appeasing men and making them think they’re bringing you to the edge to stroke their ego.

You tone up the moans, raising your volume and repeating Bucky’s name like a mantra. All things to signal that you’re getting close. Your tugs at his hair turn to pulls, thighs pressing around his head, as you lean into the act of an impending orgasm.

It’s not that you didn’t think he could get you there- it’s that you didn’t want him to wait.

“Fuck, Bucky- ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, squirming under him relentlessly. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps lapping at your cunt with his tongue.

“Shit- I- fuck, I'm coming, Bucky I'm-" you cut yourself off with a pornographic moan. One perfected through numerous uses, it's always believable. Always makes the man feel good about himself that he 'made a woman cum.'

Bucky doesn't buy it though. Not for a second.

"No you're not," he says, voice stern and words getting muffled against your pussy. The stubble lining his jaw scrapes at your inner thighs when he speaks.

"Does this not work for you?" He asks, pulling away from you and caressing your thighs. You shake your head, "no- I'm sorry it's not that, I just- it doesn't matter if I feel good or not. You're the customer." You prop yourself up on your elbows to look down at him.

His hair is disheveled from your hands being rooted in it, his chin and lips coated with your slick.

"Who the hell told you that?"

You shrug, "just common sense I thought."

He scoffs, "yeah well fuck that. Tell me what you want me to do. What you need me to do to get you there- for real."

"To be honest- I don't really know," you start.

Bucky cocks an eyebrow, "you don't know?"

You shrug again.

He sits back on his heels, sigh heaving from his chest. "Well, how 'bout this- when you touch yourself, what do you do that makes you cum?" The question's awkward, but for some reason you don't feel opposed to answering.

He traces his vibranium fingers up and down your inner thigh. The cool metal makes your muscles tense. "I want to make you feel good," he says, "but I can't do that if you don't tell me how to go about doing it."

You release a shaky exhale before you speak.

"I need something... inside."

Bucky smirks, "yeah? What's something?"

You shrug, "anything, really. Fingers, toy, dick."

He laughs at that, shaking his head before looking back up at you and leaning back in.

"Well how about," he starts, voice dangerously slow and fingers inching back towards your core, "I give you my fingers now, make you cum on those 'n get you all stretched out for me... Then, I give you the other thing."

You swallow hard, the anticipation building like a knot in your chest.

"Deal?" He asks, tip of his index finger brushing right above your clit. Your breath hitches when you nod. He smiles, "good girl. Now let me make you feel good."

And with that he disappears back between your legs.

Bucky wastes no time and gets right back to business. He wraps his lips around your clit like he never left, and pushes one finger into your tight cunt. He watches eagerly for your body's reaction, indulging in the way your head tilts into the mattress and your eyes roll back in the socket.

"That feel good?" He asks, the vibration against your pussy adds a new layer of pleasure. You nod quickly, "yes- fuck, feels good."

"Good," he smirks, adding a second finger into your hole and curling them inside you, then sucking harder at your clit. The moans slipping from your lips this time are angelic- ethereal, Bucky thinks. They're that beautiful because they're real. The sounds are a tangible demonstration of how good he's making you feel.

You don't notice when he adds a third finger, or when he brings his thumb to rub little circles at your clit, your senses are too bombarded with all the other inputs to register those little changes.

What you do notice, however, is how quickly you come tumbling towards the edge this time- the real edge, the brink of orgasm, not the metaphorical one you created to stroke the egos of your other customers.

Bucky notices too. Notices the way that when you're really close, you don't get louder, but get quieter- your jaw dropped open but no sounds to be heard. The way you clamp your eyes shut and grip onto his hair and the duvet for dear life. The way your hips writhe under him, desperately and subconsciously trying to create more friction for yourself.

He notices it all.

But his favourite thing he's noticed thus far, are the pretty noises you make when you do cum. No showy, perfectly defined moans, but little breathy whimpers that bleed into louder cries of his name as your release gushes out around his tongue.

Music to his ears.

"That's it, just like that, good girl," he coaxes, working you through the high. He gets lost in the way you taste, the noises you make- all of it.

What he doesn't notice that you've already come down from your first high, and so he doesn't stop. Just keeps laving at your slit, sucking at your clit and pumping three thick fingers inside your cunt until he's sending you hurdling towards a second orgasm.

"Oh my- fuckingGodBucky," the last words tumble from your lips in a single syllable as you cum again onto Bucky's tongue. He dips his mouth down, lapping up every last drop of your release like it could grant him eternal life.

When he finally pulls away, hands resting on your thighs to stop them from quaking, he sees the wet marks down your cheeks, and the new crystalline beads forming at the corners of your eyes.

He stands up quickly, a little concerned and hovers himself back over you again. "Hey," he speaks, voice soft, "you okay?" He brushes the hair from your face and the tears from your eyes.

All you can do is nod, breathing too heavy to form any words at the moment. After a second you speak, "felt too good." Bucky laughs, "too good? That sounds like a challenge."

You raise your eyebrows before tracing your eyes down his body, settling on the very evident bulge between his legs. "You did promise me something..." You trail, dragging one finger against him through the jeans. He lets out a strangled sigh at the tiniest bit of friction.

You smirk at your effect on him, before tugging him down to press your lips to his. You taste yourself on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth, you should be a little grossed out- but you could not care less.

The only thing on your mind right now is getting him inside of you.

You pull him to lie next to you, then roll yourself on top of him, straddling over his bulge and grinding your cunt against him. You moan into each others mouths, Bucky's hands find your ass, squeezing and groping at the flesh while yours move to the buttons of his shirt. Undoing them greedily- unapologetically eager to see what he looks like with nothing on.

He moves his arms to let you slide the shirt off of him, leaving him in just a white tank top which he sits up slightly to take off. You can't help but gawk when he's finally topless. Your eyes wander shamelessly over the expanse of his chest and you trace your fingers along the grooves of his muscles, lingering on the little scars and marks like you're trying to commit them to memory.

"Kids these days don't learn it's not polite to stare?" He says, snapping you out of the trance-like state his shirtless figure put you in.

You scoff, "what's not polite is looking like this and expecting me not to look." You lean down and press a kiss against his lips, "I'm just a girl. I see pretty abs & arms and I stare." You sit back up, shuffling down his legs to sit over his knees, then bringing your hands to undo the button and zipper on his pants.

He raises an eyebrow, "I have pretty abs and arms?" He asks, bending his knees to let you slide the slacks down and off of his legs. You stop dead in your tracks, fingers hooked into his boxers but not pulling them down yet- not when he just said that.

"You're joking, right?" He doesn't say anything, just stares at you with an amused look plastered onto his face, "Jesus Christ have you ever looked in a mirror, Bucky?" You shake your head through a laugh and finally pull his boxers down to free his cock.

You sigh at the sight of him. He's big- this you could assume from the way he carried himself. The confidence he exuded. The way he acted like he didn't have any physical detriments to compensate for.

But he's kind of- obscenely big.

You lick your lips and sweep your hair behind your ears and out of the way, before ducking down to take him in your mouth- but Bucky stops you before your lips even meet his tip.

"Not tonight," he says, "another time."

You raise an eyebrow, "another time?" He smirks, then pulls you up for a kiss, "yeah. Another time," he breathes, before pressing his lips to yours. Just from where you're straddling him, you can feel the head of his cock hitting dangerously close to your clit.

"I don't mean to inflate your ego anymore than it already is," you tease, pulling away to look down at him, "but- respectfully- how the fuck am I supposed to fit that inside of me?"

Bucky rolls his eyes playfully, then brings one hand to your hip and the other to wrap around himself, tilting it slightly so it lines up with your entrance. "You can take it. Don't worry." He moves you down by the hip just barely, you gasp when the very first millimeter of his cock prods into your entrance.

"Just take it slow, yeah? Take it slow."

He loosens his grip on your hips, allowing you to take the lead and decide how quickly you want to sink yourself onto him. You nod and plant your hands on his lower abdomen to steady yourself, before slowly- so, so slowly- moving down his length.

The stretch is unlike any you've ever felt before. A string of profanities floods out of your mouth and your head rolls back. Bucky's eyes threaten to close at the feeling of your walls hugging so tight around him, but he keeps them glued on where your bodies meet- watching intently at the way you swallow every inch of him inside of you.

"Just like that," he drawls, sucking in a breath and resisting every urge to buck his hips up and shove himself the rest of the way in.

"Holy shit, Bucky." Your breathing is ragged once you've finally sunk all the way down onto his length. The pads of his fingers are digging into the flesh of your hips, you're sure they'll leave bruises behind but all you can think about right now is how it feels like his cock is about to split you open.

"I know, baby, I know," he stutters, trying to maintain his composure as best he can. "I can't- fuck- too full, I can't," you shake your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes once again.

He pulls you down by the arm, lacing his fingers through yours then kissing you. It's soft, but only for a second. Before you know it he's sliding his tongue in your mouth and rolling you both over so he's on top now. He braces his forearms on either side of your head, and pulls away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours.

"You want this? Hm?" He pushes a strand of hair from your face, "want me to fuck you?" His tone is cocky, he knows you want him, but he wants to hear you say it.

"Yes, yes- fuck, please," you whimper, still wholly consumed by the feeling of his thick cock inside you. He smirks, "atta girl," he presses one last kiss to your lips- needy and desperate, before drawing his hips back, then slamming them back into you.

You practically scream at his sudden movement, the pleasure and pain of the stretch blending together and making your vision all fuzzy. The pace he sets is slow, but hard. Unrelenting.

Bucky drops his head to the crook of your neck, biting and kissing at your clavicle. Out of the corner of his eye he spots your hand, desperately gripping at the thin linen sheets to ground yourself. He takes it in his, before pulling it to rest on his back. You nails dig in to the musculature almost instantly, summoning a deep groan from within him.

With that same hand, he takes your leg to sit around his waist, pushing himself even deeper inside of you. The new tilt of his cock now knocks perfectly against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars, drilling into it with every thrust.

The room is hot, your bodies sticky with sweat. The only thing you can hear is the sound of Bucky's hips smacking against yours, his breathy grunts in your ear with every rock of his body into yours, and your repetitive cries of his name.

The pleasure is everything. It's all consuming, earth shattering- but somehow it's still not enough.

"Please," you breathe, "need- fuck, go faster."

He picks his head up to look at you, "yeah?"

You nod, desperate- begging. "Need more, please."

Bucky scoffs, "need more?" He repeats- almost mocking you. You just keep nodding. "Well alright then," he grunts, and you can hear the smirk playing across his lips.

His next actions happen in a whirlwind. He pulls himself out of your pussy, coaxing a whine from your throat when you suddenly feel so empty. Then with one strong vibranium arm he's flipping you over, your face smushing into the pillow before you turn your head.

He brings the same hand underneath you, cool metal fingers splaying across your lower belly as he slams all the way back inside you. Your eyes go wide, accompanied by a load moan of his name before they're clamping down shut again.

His new rhythm is cruel. He looks down and watches the ripples of your ass with every thump of his hips into yours. Bucky presses the hand he has under you against your skin, he can literally feel himself sliding in and out of you. Can feel how deep he is inside of you.

"Oh my- God!" You choke out the last word when he pushes on your lower belly, walls immediately clenching around him.

He hisses out a breath, "you wanted this, hm? So take it. Be a good doll and take it."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky 'm gonna cum." Right as the words leave you, all your senses melt into a white hot static as your orgasm rips through your body.

"Yeahhh, atta girl. Just like that- cum on my cock just like that, huh?" His low voice coaches you through it, never once stopping his unrelenting hips against yours.

His hips finally start to stutter, right as his high starts creeping up on him. You can tell from his thrusts getting shallower that he plans on pulling out to finish- while it's the sensible thing to do- it's also the last thing you want him to do.

"Don't," you gasp.

"What?"

"Don't pull out. Wanna feel you, please God, need to feel you."

He wants to ask if you're sure, but before he can form the words he's falling over the edge. He groans your name and shoots his spend deep inside you, marking you- ruining you for anyone else.

Bucky's thrusts into you turn lazy, then coming to a complete halt right before he pulls out of you. One last whimper falls from your lips, your hole feeling both so empty yet so full of him.

"Holy shit," he huffs, sliding his hand from under you and rolling to lie down next to you.

You turn onto your side to look over at him, your eyes still find a way to linger on his chest. Once he cracks his eyes open and sees you ogling him again, he can't help but laugh.

"You've really got quite the staring habit, huh?"

Your lips turn up into a smile, "can't exactly help it."

He shakes his head, letting his eyes fall shut as his breathing finally comes back to a normal pace. The both of you are too tired to say anything, but really- there's nothing that needs to be said.

He wasn't expecting a girl like you to be the one that knocked on his door- nor were you expecting a man like him to answer. Both of you know this was more than just a business exchange. Even though there'd be money deposited in your account after this, it felt different.

This wasn't just a hook up- it was a reckoning.

When Bucky opens his eyes again, there's a different look in them. And when he stares at you, searching through your own eyes for the answer he's been looking for all night- it's like he's finally found it.

He pulls you into him, moving you so that you lay your head on his chest. He presses a kiss into your hair, and traces his hand up and down your shoulder.

Neither of you say anything more, his eyes said it all already- stay.

And you do.

please let me know what you think!!! reblogs & comments mean more than u know!!!

[rhonuscorner]

🎇IT'S TIME FOR A DCA THEMED FOLLOWER ART GIVE-AWAY!!!

So I passed 700 followers a while ago,I've been wanting to do this for a while and I can't think of a better excuse than to do it now 😁 I used to do these give-aways on one of my old blogs and always had a really good time with it, I do really enjoy drawing gifties!

✨ MY ART TAG. ✨

🌟RULES AND INFO.

Followers only, new followers welcome. I'd also really appreciate it if you stuck around afterwards but that's up to you 🙏❤️ I do plan on doing more of these art give-aways in the future.

To enter, like and/or reblog - each counts as a separate entry.

Reblogs from side-blogs count but it has to be an active side-blog - I will check. No making extra side-blogs just to increase your chances.

No give-away blogs, again, I will check.

Please have your ask box/messenger enabled so that I can contact you if you win. You'll have 24 hours to respond, after that I will draw a new winner.

I will keep a manual list of everyone who likes and reblogs, winners will be picked with a random number generator.

I will only draw things related to the DCA, including AU designs (not limited to robots), DCA OCs and reader characters/self inserts. Please provide a visual reference (preferred) or a detailed description.

I will not draw anything related to TSAMS, I don't care for it, nor will I draw the DCA biblically accurate. It will all be in my art style.

No NSFW (suggestive is fine) or excessive gore (blood is also fine). Basically, keep it safe for tumblr.

🌟GIVE-AWAY ENDS ON THE 31st OF MAY AT MIDNIGHT CENTRAL EUROPEAN TIME!

🌟PRIZES.

One winner? Nah, let's do three!👀

FIRST PRIZE: a fully shaded piece with a max of three characters. The complexity of the background heavily depends on what it is you want drawn, I'm not the best at them but I will try my best.

SECOND PRIZE: same as above but flat colored with a very simple background.

THIRD PRIZE: same as above but line-art and no background.

Characters may end up as full bodies or half bodies, again depending on what you want drawn - this will be left up to me.

And that's it! :D If you have any questions don't hesitate to send me an ask or hit me up on the messenger. ^-^ I'll get back to you asap!

🌟GOOD LUCK!🌟

[severus-snaps]

Taking commissions 🎨🖌️

Gotta pay the bills, you know?

"Who even are you?" I may hear you ask. Well, please see some of my 'greatest hits' (per tumblr notes):

Send me a DM if interested🙌 & some more info/art examples below:

Although I tend towards Snape, I'm happy to do any pairing, any character(s), any fandom, most themes, and both SFW and NSFW content.

I don't really have a set style, so if interested take a look through my art tag and see what you like. Some drawings I've posted I did really quickly and just for fun, some I've use references for and others I didn't, but I can adjust the style and details to fit budget and personal preferences.

For example, here's a more realistic one I did as a commission, and a more stylised one I did for another fandom (Jane and the Dragon, in case you were wondering):

So... yeah. Send me a DM and we can chat 😁

[amelee23]

Interpretation of messages and references in Railway

I would like to first say these are my interpretations and I could very well be wrong about these or read way too far into it

!! So take this with a grain of salt !!

TW: BLOOD, GORE AND DEATH TOPICS

1. The text in Romanian

Now, I have seen a few translations because this text is well, spelt wrong. (Idk if it was on purpose or not, maybe to throw us off?)

Special occasion info reveal, but I am Romanian.

My own interpretation is this:

"Castelul meu este un loc al intunericului." which translates to "My castle is a place of darkness."

This translation makes the most sense to me, but like I said, I have seen other translations by people which are a tiny bit different. (but nothing too game changing.)

Personally I like "My castle is a place of darkness" because I feel like it could reference something like a mind palace. So basically saying "my mind is a dark place."

2. Vampire concept

This vampire concept to me seemed to be inspired by Bram Stoker's Dracula at first, but then I realized it was more than that. I'm gonna bring a few arguments as to why I think that it might be a lot more well documented.

Dracula was based on the real Romanian Emperor Vlad the Impaler, a violent leader who used to stake people alive.

These creatures, to me, seem to be tied to these flags, and honestly this imagine immediately made me think of Vlad the Impaler's gruesome history. He was such a cruel man that the people back then used to think he was feeding off of the blood of people, and that's why he was so eager to kill.

However!! Before these concepts really set into the Romanian folklore, 'vampires' (the correct name is actually strigoi) were the souls of people (dead or alive) turned evil, that would come to haunt people.

"The evil dead committed always returns to the person who committed it"

Romanian folklore followed this rule as well, up to a certain point, as it was said that people who weren't allowed into Zalmoxis's (A god) kingdom after death would come back to haunt the earth. (So basically sinners.)

On top of that it was also said that strigoi used to crawl out of the earth during a full moon,

And perhaps the most interesting part of all of the references, to me, is the idea of duality. Because Vlad the Impaler as an Emperor, ruthless as he was, was an excellent warrior and army commander, and has led the country to victory (although it was through very gruesome methods). Therefore, historians have been torn in between calling him a tyrant or a hero.

All in all, as Chan is also a leader, I think it makes sense to somewhat represent the duality of a person in command, the tension between goodwill and the means of it, if you will.

3. Final thoughts

Personally I think the most general interpretation I can make out of all I have collected is that he killed the dark side of his mind. Or wants to, at least, in order to let the kind, good one take charge. I see the English quote as a reference to the weight of responsibility, and how one's actions can affect others. That's why I consider it important to translate the Romanian into "my castle is a place of darkness" because then it becomes obvious that the MV symbolizes an inner battle. So, as gory as the video is, I think Chan is saying that he'll always choose kindness, no matter how complicated his mind is. 😁

[nebrasska-alasska]

I just read the first chapter of the new Kraken AU Fanfic!!

I love it and already have so many questions! but I will be patient and wait for the story to answer the vast majority of them lol

But if you are willing to, what is some background information you might be able to share about this au?

I saw the mention of meh burger, does that imply this is in the Boom universe?

And how well do Sonic and shadow already know eachother here? When does this take place?

If you don’t wanna answer or wanna keep it vague for us to find out in the story then that’s perfectly fine!! I just thought I’d ask just in case 😁

Ahhhhhhh I'm so glad you enjoy it already!!! The first three chapters should establish the baseline of the background info for this fic, so after chapter 3 if you have any follow up questions feel free to ask them ;)))

BUT WITH THAT BEING SAID I can answer some other random ones!!! Meh Burger was just a reference to Boom haha, when I inevitably write a Boom!Sonadow fic I promise it will be very obvious! In this aquarium AU, Sonic and Shadow know each other decently well, and the extent to what their relationship is like will be revealed in chapter 3. Sorry I'm being so vague I just don't want to spoil anything hehe!! Thank you so much for asking!!! <3

[tylermileslockett]

Mount Olympus: Home of the Olympians

       The real-world Mount Olympus is the highest peak in Greece and is located between the borders of Thessaly and Macedonia. The kingdom of the gods sits high upon the mountain as a majestic, bronze Acropolis (fortified hill top citadel). In Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey we get our earliest references, where the peaks of Olympus are described as “rugged’ or “cloud-dark” and the acropolis described as “bronze-founded”  and “under golden clouds.” (Lattimore). The fortress sits below the great sky dome, within in a specific position upon the mountain, in the light, blue upper air of Aether. Below that was the middle air Khaos which enveloped mortals, and finally the lower, dark subterranean mists of Erebos.

Guarding the gates were the goddesses of Seasons, constellations, and time; the Horai. Within the fortress complex was Zeus’ grand palace, along with the lesser palaces of other Olympians, and a divine stable for many of the different gods’ immortal chariot horses. In the golden court, the Olympians held councils to decide mortals’ fates, and feast-hall style banquets; drinking sweet, magical Nectar from golden goblets and eating restorative Ambrosia to maintain immortality by sustaining the fluid within the gods veins; Ichor. Twenty golden tripod Automotons (programmed machines), ingeniously invented by the smith god Hephaestus, autonomously wheeled food and drink amongst the deities. 

Did I miss any fascinating info about Olympus? Please let me know below! And if you can share this image with your followers I'll be happy to send you over an automaton with a goblet of ambrosia to keep your ichor running clear!😁🤟❤️

Support my book kickstarter "Lockett Illustrated: Greek Gods and Heroes" coming in early 2024.

[joshseoh]

Announcement: Commissions are opening soon on 02-June-2025!

Hii everyone! ✨

I'm here to announce that I'll be taking new commission requests exactly one week from now (02 June 2025) around this hour!All the necessary info can be found on the pictures above!

In case you're wondering how this works, it'll be like this:

You send me a dm (on twitter/patreon/tumblr/instagram) with all the reference pictures, then we'll discuss the price.

Once we reach agreement, I'll add you to my commission wait list!

The wait time could take up to 3-4 months, depending on the time you first message me (first come, first served)- You can cancel anytime!

Once it your turn, I'll set up my patreon shop for you to do the payment (fully upfront). Patreon shop will be the only payment method available.

Once the payment is done, I'll start making the CC. Each hair CC could take around 1-3 days to make

I'll send you the CC file(s) once you've approved the WIPs. Revisions can be done several times as long as it's reasonable.

FYI, the last time I open my commissions, the waitlist was filled within 30 minutes.😅

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That's all of it!

See you all next week! 😁

[kaptorka-prod]

A week ago I decided to search some references for practice and inspiration. Found Chanel №5 commercial with Brad Pitt and decided that could be fit nice to Kurtis line😁 All credits and additional info are here. Thanks for watching!😘

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight for May 2025

The Pond is always growing, and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family and a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

Caplan - she/her, @caplanscastiel (also @caplansbuckybarnes), East Coast USA

Other SM names? - castielscaplan on AO3 and Discord

OTP? - Dean/Benny, Dean/Arthur, Destiel

Other fandoms? - Stranger Things (not entirely active right now, though), and I’m working on getting back into Mortal Kombat and Harry Potter!

Looking for in the Pond? - Friends, moots, people to share my writing with.

Pairings you read? - All, for the most part, tbh

Genres you read? - All, mostly angst though tbh

What do you like to write? - Angst, fluff, vampire au, mafia au

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I’ve been wanting to possibly write more multi-chapter fics, but I’m so stubborn and have a habit of only writing one-shots lol because I lack ideas.

Kotias - she/her, @kotias, Europe

Other SM names? - Kotias on AO3 and Discord

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm in too many 🤣 my current most active ones: Good Omens, Deadpool & Wolverine, One Piece, Dragon Ball

Looking for in the Pond? - I'm mainly looking for a community. The SPN fandom isn't one that I've ever been super involved in, despite being in it for the past 15 years; I've always been looking more from the sidelines. I would like to change that, and get to know a few more people from the fandom ❤️

Something to signal boost? - In SPN, not necessarily, but all fandoms considered, I am currently in the posting phase of a huge collab fic project that took a year to finish, with 90+ people involved!! If you're into Good Omens, I recommend giving The Serpent and the Owl a try ❤️

Pairings you read? - I'm mainly a Destiel enjoyer! I do like seeing references to Dean/Benny, because I do believe those two had a one-year fling in Purgatory, but generally speaking, I will be going for Destiel.

Genres you read? - Angst, fluff and smut. I'm a lover of hurt/comfort, but my favourite trope in fanfic is a coffee shop AU! To that, I will add that I have a very soft spot for one character trope in fiction: the curse of being immortal. The way immortality twists morality as it comes with too much loss for a single soul is absolutely fascinating to me and I love exploring it.

Favorite writer(s)? - @bragginball-z - both on AO3 and Tumblr!

What do you like to write? - My comfort zone is romantic and emotional angst. I love writing fics that involve this type of idea; the painful pining is delicious to write. I also love writing fluff so sweet it rots your teeth.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - It's a dead dove, very very angsty, and in Good Omens. The plot is basically: Crowley provoked the black plague as per Hell's orders. He hated every second of it. It's dark, it's a difficult read, but I poured my soul into it ❤️

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Generally speaking, if I want to try something, I have probably tried it, as I have almost 20 years of experience. Writing in SPN is fairly new to me, so I might need a bit of help honing down on the characterisations, especially in my dialogues, but overall I'm mainly interested in being with people, and in helping younger writers out 😁

That’s all for this month, folks! (If we’re missing anyone, let us know and we’ll add them to next month’s list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @heavenssexiestangel, @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes, @walkingaline, @xpurdyglambertx, and @manawhaat!

[ryemackerel]

my c! quackity's character reference LETS GO!! so happy that the c! tntduo references are finally done :]

i tried fitting in as much important info here as possible?? i know the tattoo refs could be super complicated to replicate, i tried my best to include as many existing examples of his arms and chest tattoos :)

BAHSHHS i also tried making their heights accurate to each other!! quackity is one of my favorite designs out of my current dsmp designs. hope you enjoy!! and yes,, the refs are for me to prepare for the upcoming dtiys 😁😁

[1outofmymind]

Some info about Capitano ❤️

P.S. And some Ace Combat 7 reference, lol.

Those, who played it, must remember the "There's pilots like you in every generation, and i felled every last one of them" by Mihaly.

Capitano goes like:

Lol 😁

[enden-agolor]

can I just say that the forest deity au you have is amazing

I just love the dymanic between Lukas and Jesse!

With Jesse being casted out and having all of his joy taken away from him, leaving nothing but darkness in his poor soul. On top of that, he's being forced to isolate himself from society with only an Allay, mother nature and the animals to comfort him whilst he lives alone in the forest.

And Lukas, an author traveling the world who just thinks the town is misunderstanding Jesse and gives him a chance, wanting him to feel some love and light. He's is willing to share it and give him a chance, despite what the town says and how Jesse may appear.

It's just beautiful and I can't wait to see what's in store for it 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Dude I can't even begin to tell you how INSANE I am about this au. I'm so unbelievably thankful and relieved people like you and others actually like it. I almost didn't post about it because I thought it might be erm, let's say, cringe? But no seriously I'm very glad I did in the end.

Jesse in this au is so special to me, and I'm literally dying to begin writing the fic which I'm hoping to start next month actually 👀

For now I'll give you some lore about it to keep you guys fed until the first chapters come out.

I talked about it in a discord server a little bit earlier, but in this au, Jesse is very much reminiscent of the Warden of the Deep Dark. He's able to cause darkness to fluctuate throughout the forest whenever he's close by, both as a mechanism to scare people off or to confuse hunters of their surroundings to make them easier to corner. Another special thing about him is that his cloak is made of a dark moss that shimmers like skulk in darkness, but appears as a mossy pelt in the light. His godly essence keeps the forest dark and foggy, creating an atmosphere that looks somewhat like this:

(just found these images on google for reference)

He also carries a soul lantern with him from time to time. Typically at night time. It's one of the reasons a lot of people refer to him as a ghost or a demon haunting the forest, despite him being very much a living, breathing entity.

His allay is special. Lukas likes to call them Berry, because the bright blue of it's little body as well as it's bubbly and energetic nature reminds him of blueberries, being small and cute, and good for you of course.

I think that's all the info I'll give for now though 😁 Tysm for this ask! It made my day.

[subspace-demolition]

"When you unlock to believe, Can you see what I see?"

( wow there was nothing i could find for theming, so uhm, WABAMN HEART N SPADES) (Will be editing this with an intro part for Taph, but for now im just tryying to get this intro out there)

VV { RULES / INFO } VV

oh yeah we're back with the addiction! - First things first, I will be switching between just emojis and [typing like this], or 'this' to kinda show signing? I hope thats chill its just that 99% of the time im on computer and cant see half of the emoji's im putting - Taph is heavily hc'd, both with and without the hood. I will be referring to Him with he/she pronouns :D!! [ ok enough with the blog specifics, these rules are copy and pasted from my other blog ] - Don't be rude, poking a little bit of fun at Taph is fine but don't go overboard - Flirting and being slightly suggestive is fine, but please, not too much, and No NSFW at all. - Magic Anons are alright, again just don't go overboard - I rreallly like making ask blogs! Im sure you can tell if you know all of my accounts - INTERACTIONS ARE SO COOL AND LOVELY!! I ONLY BITE A LITTLE!! JUST A NIBBLE!! - AANNDD ships are ok, I don't mind a lot of them so i'll be fine to go along with whatevers needed. -I'm 18! and a freshman in college! I take online classes this year but that's likely gonna change next set of classes I take. However, that doesn't stop me from being active at ALL. - I also yap.. a lot if you couldn't tell, so check tags! - my other accounts are @m0nochromat1c @m00nlitphotography , @smthngcl0ver , and @spawnsfollower , Monochromatic is my main but i operate the most on clovers blog ! Check em out (and also check out the blogs they interact with the most those are most likely my friends n are all reallll cool.) - and also, will be coming back to put a reference here!

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I will be adding more for specifics but they may not make it onto here

"👋‼️" - First interaction, Asks "👀⁉️😁😁" - Continuous interactions "💥💥💥" - In Character “🛠️‼️‼️‼️” “😇⚔️⏳ "ALL OUR FOOD KEEPS BLOWING U-" - Out of character Claimed Anons ; Dividers used ; Masterlist

[artistyonaga]

“ Nyahahaha! There's no reason to carry bad thoughts with ya! You gotta live every day like it's bright, cheery, and fun!...So says Atua. ”

INTRODUCTION!

🎨 roleplay/ask blog for angie yonaga from danganronpa V3!

⟡ for asks, please keep in mind the i (the mod) am a minor, i don’t want to see anything weird. and angie is a minor aswell, so watch what you say! also i will not hesitate to block/ignore people.

🖌️ headcanons

i don’t have many angie headcanons (which is kind of shocking since she’s one my favorite characters) but, i do have a few which will probably get interpreted into interactions ^_^

my main headcanons are ;

⟡ angie is polynesian! this is basically implied canon considering atua are gods and spirits of polynesian people.

⟡ she’s a lesbian…heh, angie, tenko, and himiko polycue when..

⟡ angie conflicts her hearing atua and her own desires and gets them mixed up. time to time angie will actually have atua speak to her, but other times it’s just herself even though she thinks it’s atua. though no matter which one, for the most part, angie never has any truly malicious intentions.

⟡ ALSO! not a headcanon, but i felt it should be mentioned ; i am aware that in real polynesian culture/religion, atua does not refer to one god, but several gods and spirits. while i respect that, and honestly think it’s quite interesting, to make my life easier, atua will be referred to as one god. i mean no disrespect to anyone who may be of that religion!!

🖼️ mod info

⟡ hi! you can refer to me as keo, rampo, or just mod. i use they/xe/he pronouns and i am a minor.

⟡ my main blog is @kiryuzure, and im also the owner of the @syoscissors and @rockstarmioda blogs. ⟡ ooc will be tagged with double forward slashes (//), in the tags of the post or will just blatantly say ‘ooc / out of character’

⟡ i’m here for fun and that’s about it! my activity honestly fluctuates, sometimes I’ll be active for 3 hours straight, other times you won’t hear from me for like 5 weeks. it just depends! also i tend to make a lot of typos, though i do try and make sure there are none before i post anything.

and that’s about it! anybody is free to interact, i don’t bite trust 😁

[snizx]

"ill try not to info dump" well i want youuu to so for starters: 3, 8, 26, 28, 32, 42 😁 actually i want to know everything about cesca

okieeee lore dump incoming 😁😁 (<- us grinning)

3. Any siblings/Only child?

Two! Cesca has half-brothers from her mother’s first marriage. They’re are 9 and 7 years older than her so they didn’t have a typical sibling relationship with her growing up, but the whole family is very close now that they’ve grown up. The eldest, Alessandro is her trainer and physio, although she’s oddly much closer with Gaspare, even though he has very little interest in motorsport; they both live in Milan and she spends a lot of time with him and his family when she’s home. Gas also makes and effort to come to a few races a year just to show his support, even if he barely understands what’s going on and she’s alway ecstatic to have him there.

8 - What clothing style?

She’s got two modes - whimsical fairy (long layered skirts, lots of mixed jewellery, old graphic tees over turtlenecks in the winter or flowy ethereal tops in the summer), which is usually how she dresses in her downtime or when she’s arriving at a track on media day or, the version of her more commonly seen by her fans; fuckboy gymbro uniform (over-ear headphones around her neck, baggy sweats, and either a compression tee or team kit in the tiniest, tightest size she can find). will occasionally dress up fancy for events but always feels kinda weird about it.

26 - Are they an emotional person?

Cesca has a very high threshold for what will make her emotional, but beyond that point she is immediately a little crybaby. Most things genuinely don’t get her worked up at all so i think she’d have a reputation for being a bit callous or stoic, but once she gets overwhelmed—whether by something good or bad—she’ll be in tears pretty quickly. Sometimes she wishes she was more emotional overall because she worries she’s simultaneously too cold to connect with people and too melodramatic to be taken seriously.

28 - What are some of their guilty pleasures?

answered here! everyone wants to know her guilty pleasures huh? 🤨(🤭)

32 - Do they have any tattoos?

Cesca got a four-pointed star done in the middle of her shoulders as soon as she turned 18. It's not a bad tattoo by any means but it's literally just plain lines. Her more interesting tattoo is one she got a few years later when she signed for F2 and wanted to do something to celebrate. It's heavily inspired by Cheon Moon's style which I just love so much. The purple flowers on it are alpine asters; it's a total coincidence that she'd end up driving for Alpine as at the time she got the tattoo Cesca was part of the Williams driver academy. I'm trying to find as many excuses as I can to practice drawing so here's a little reference sketch

42 - What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?

Cesca is a messy drunk, although she knows this about herself and will rarely ever go out and celebrate after a race, instead waiting until she’s back home where her friends can at least try and keep her in check. Unfortunately, her penchant for getting in trouble means there’s only so much damage limitation they can do, and they all go into a night out with the expectation she’ll end up in a blurry tabloid photo the day after, but again that’s part of her fun. After she got her first podium in Monaco she woke up the next morning in a hotel room over-looking the streets she had recently raced, which wasn’t worrying until she remembered she’d travelled back to Milan that afternoon and genuinely couldn’t remember how she’d ended up nearly 250km south-west again.

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