#757 area

[smittenkitten2-0]

Sometimes you just need to take a break from laundry and play with your titties in front of an open window 🪟

[sonnykissed]

Not to nit picks but aew loves to make a big deal about hangman returning to Norfolk when he isn’t even from that part of VA

[wordsneveruttered]

757 Nostalgia

I miss all the black candy ladies in all the neighborhoods I spent time in while residing in Norfolk, VA, as a child.

[ursulaismymiddlename]

the funny thing about me posting how much I despise peta is that I occasionally get calls from them at my job and the people I've talked to are almost always as insufferable as you'd imagine them to be...

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Rub

@jegulus-microfic May 12, Word count 757

Previous part First part

James, good to his word, snuck down to the dungeons and collected Regulus under the invisibility cloak while Sirius and Peter made their way outside. He took Regulus to an area on the lawn that was in a black spot from anyone looking out of the castle. The only person who might catch them there was Hagrid, but that wasn’t likely, as Sirius had mentioned to him that there was a bit of gambling going on in the Hog’s head that he might be interested in. They’d sat together, peering at the Marauder’s map as Hagrid’s little label disappeared out the main gate.

Padfoot bounded across the lawn and transformed just before he got to them. He looked Regulus up and down. 

“You ready?” He asked. He’d been trying harder these past few weeks to be better around Regulus and while neither of them seemed overly enthusiastic about each other, James could see they were more relaxed around each other and after tonight, he hoped that Sirius would come to accept that Regulus maybe didn’t tell their parents about everything they got up to.

Regulus nodded stiffly at Sirius.

“Yes.” His voice was just as stiff. Sirius let a grin spread across his face, James thought it even met his eyes, which was a first between them. 

“Good luck,” He winked, before turning back into Padfoot and loping across the grass to the base of the Whomping Willow. 

Regulus swallowed and looked up at the sky. Typically, it was cloudy tonight. They might have to wait a while for the full moon to be visible. 

Twilight fell around them and James flung the invisibility cloak over them again when Madam Pomfrey appeared out the entrance door, escorting Remus to the shack. 

“He doesn’t look good,” Regulus observed. James nodded solemnly. 

“He hurts around the full moon, but especially just before. The transformations are hard on him. Maybe once you can transform he’ll let you join us if you want. But I’ll warn you now, it’s heartbreaking to watch what his body goes through each month.”

They stood quietly for a while, gazing at the sky and watching for Madam Pomfrey. They had to stand quite close as the cloak was only so big. James tried his best not to touch Regulus, but their shoulders kept brushing. He inhaled, trying to calm his breathing, but it didn't help. 

Madam Pomfrey appeared, and she hurried back up to the castle. Once the doors were firmly closed, James removed the cloak and took a step away, pretending he was struggling to roll it up.

When he’d stopped messing with the cloak, he looked back over at Regulus, who was staring towards the Whomping Willow. Just then, the clouds rolled away and revealed the full moon behind.

It shone brighter than James remembered, then again it had been a while since he stared at a full moon with his human eyes. “Okay, it’s time.” He smiled encouragingly at Regulus. Regulus paused with the leaf in his hand. He gulped. “You don’t have to do it if you’re not ready,” James said gently. Regulus huffed at him. He tilted his head up, so he was staring squarely at the moon and put the mandrake leaf in his mouth. It was very anticlimactic. 

“Is that it?” His face twisted into a frown. James chuckled. 

“Yep, but it gets more exciting later.” He fully turned towards Regulus. “Let me have a look, so I can make sure you’ve got the leaf in a good position.” Regulus automatically opened his mouth and James peered in. 

Ever so carefully he raised his hand and moved the leaf further under Regulus’s tongue. He was surprised Regulus hadn’t bitten him, but the leaf would have fallen out in his sleep otherwise. 

His thumb was resting on Regulus’s lip and James unconsciously started to rub the pad along the delicate skin. It was only when Regulus drew in a gasping breath that he realised what he was doing. “Sorry,” He mumbled as he withdrew his finger. 

Regulus moved his jaw around, testing the leaf in his mouth. 

“So this thing won’t fall out now? Even when I’m eating?” He asked, ignoring James's apology. 

“Yeah, it should stay put. That’s how we had them when we did it, and we got through the whole month with them barely moving.” James told him. But before he could do anything else, Regulus had stepped into his space, and under the full moon he pressed his body into James’s and stole a kiss. 

Next part

[bekolxeram]

The ever so observant @misterapril pointed out in this post that there may be a fake plane crash scenario on Hotshots while a real one (possibly with Athena onboard) is happening, explaining the 2 different planes we see in bts material.

I've mentioned numerous times before, this cockpit mock up belongs to an aircraft from the A320s family.

The cockpit mockup seems to be from the same type of aircraft as well. It's a narrow body judging by the proportion, and the 2 Boeing narrow body airliners (737 and 757) both have cabin doors working like a regular door, namely rotation outwards to open. While all Airbus doors pop straight out and move to the side without rotating.

B737 door vs A320 door

This aircraft on the other hand looks more like a wide body to me, simply because a narrow body airliner doesn't have enough ground clearance to fit a whole firetruck under its wing. It's a Boeing for sure, look at the cockpit windows. I'm leaning towards it being a 767 instead of a 777, simply because a 777 should be a bit larger and I see no winglet on the wing (can be a perspective issue, 777 has raked wingtips that might not show up if you take a photo leveled with the wings).

Well, thanks to @misterapril, I've just noticed something that should be super obvious if I wasn't blinded by the plane.

This is not the Ontario Airport tower.

So we know Angela filmed something at ONT terminal 2. The hangar with all the firetrucks and ambulances is also there. What you may not know is that said hangar is right next to the ONT control tower, so I always assumed the night scene with the Boeing plane and the 119 truck was also filmed there.

But guys, they're not the same tower.

The one behind the firetruck is the San Bernardino Airport tower.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I know exactly where they filmed this particular scene, taking into consideration other landmarks visible in the same bts photo.

I think this video posted by Kenny was filmed in the same location.

I believe they are the same building. You can judge it on your own by watching this clip. It's also the only area within the airfield with highway like markings, leading straight out of a fire station.

Why is this piece of information important you may ask? Well, we've been speculating the 2 different planes conundrum might be due to budget/production constraint. In S1, the show bought an actual 757 from an airplane boneyard in Arizona and shipped it piece by piece to California. It was such a headache.

Do you know San Bernardino Airport is also a boneyard? I can imagine Tim says, "don't worry about logistics, we're taking the filming straight to the boneyard this time!" So everything is possible, you have all sorts of retired airliners you can play with for cheap. There's also the possibility that the Boeing we see is just parked nearby, maybe it has nothing to do with filming.

Do you know what else San Bernardino Airport has? A USFS air base. In 7x04 they used the Helinet hangar and its (mostly news) helicopters for the Harbor tour scene, right? San Bernardino is filled with actual firefighting air tankers and helicopters. Perhaps they would be generous enough to let the show take a few shots of a certain helicopter flying around, I don't know, saving people?

EDIT: From the same bts video Kenny posted, I think they're standing under the horizontal stabilizer of a plane? I might be seeing things, and it's not very important, just curious.

[charlewiss]

soft side / charles leclerc

masterlist

pairing: grumpy!charles x sunshine!reader

word count: 757 words.

summary: everything seems to be going wrong for him. somehow, you make it better.

it wasn't usual to see your boyfriend being grumpy. after all, he always had that beautiful smile on his face and if it wasn't for the presence of daniel ricciardo in the paddock, charles for sure would be the one in charge of making everyone smile.

but today everything seemed to be going wrong for him. it started yesterday, actually, when he had less than 20 minutes to be on track during practice. obviously, he still managed to get a few laps in and he did his best to get p2, but you could see the annoyance in his face even from carlos' side of the garage, where you worked.

charles and you had met back in his sauber days when he was just a kid entering the formula 1 world. you too were starting in that year, being part of marcus ericsson's side of the garage. still, you hit it off almost instantly with his teammate, charles, which resulted in a friendship first, and a few years later, a beautiful relationship.

after it was announced that he had joined ferrari in 2019, you thought that it wouldn't be possible to keep working on the same team. you stayed on sauber until carlos joined ferrari in 2021, and he needed a new pr manager. after you sent the resume, the team contacted you immediately due to how impressed they were with your experience in the field, and offered the job almost immediately.

still, the team didn't know about your relationship with charles, but it wasn't unusual to see you two together. after all, you two were best friends even before starting dating, and without being a fan of public displays of affection, you two still seemed to be only friends. but there was something else in the way that you two looked at eachother, the lingering touches and how you were always checking on the other, even when no one saw. that's how you realized he was upset, even when everyone else probably thought that he was just too focused on the race. but you saw how his brows were furrowed in a certain way and how his eyes didn't leave the little notebook where he kept his notes from the race ahead, something he picked up from seb.

so you made your way to the little cafeteria area that was in the hospitality, choosing to make a little tea for you and one for charles too. you knew exactly how he liked it, so once it was done, you made your way back to the garage. he was in the same exact position he was the last time you saw him, even though at least 10 minutes had passed and it was getting closer and closer to the start of the race.

when he saw you getting closer to him, his whole expression softened. his eyebrows went up, and you laughed a little, giving the hot beverage to him. he grabbed it with both hands, keeping his palms warm meanwhile. 'you don't have to worry about anything, charles. it'll go great. you always make it work'.

your interaction was short, and you immediately made it back to carlos' side of the garage to avoid any suspicion, and also, to avoid distracting charles too much. still, the spanish driver had watched it all unfold, and appeared behind your back. 'you bring out his soft side' he pointed out, and you jumped by his sudden appearance. you turned so you could look at him, and smiled, while jokingly answering 'yeah, I guess ferrari needs to pay me more. apparently I'm not only your pr manager but also charles' mood booster'.

with a mocking tone he said, almost instantly 'so that's your subtle way of saying you're his girlfriend, no?'. your eyes went wide at the comment and carlos just grinned from ear to ear at your surprised face. you didn't know charles had told him, even though it made sense if he had figured it out on his own. still, it was funny to the spanish driver to see your reaction. it was also funny to the monegasque, who was already watching you two, and, somehow, caught the whole interaction. when your panic-filled eyes met his calm-blue ones, you released the tension that was apparently building in your shoulders without you noticing. charles just sent a reassuring smile your way and nodded, while winking at you. soon after, he left the little mug behind and got on his feet to get to the car. it was race time.

[superluver]

hi so do you take requests??? if so, can i request gojo with non sorcerer reader, reader doesn’t know and was worried when he didn’t text her for two days but gojo’s just on a mission…

Your World, G.S.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

wc: 757 | cw: Gojo lying, hurt/comfort, forgiving, FEM!READER, PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

Description: Your boyfriend is keeping secrets, but you'll always come running back to him.

(THANK YOU ANON MY FIRST REQUEST ILY HAVE A GREAT NIGHT/MORNING,EVENING, AFTERNOON, ETC😋— special thanks to @teaaleefs for helping me per usual)

It’s only been a little over 24 hours.

36 hours, but who’s really keeping track? Your heart is pumping out of your chest as you dial him again, the phone immediately going to voicemail.

Then, you text him for probably the 50th time. You couldn’t even scroll up even if you tried, every swipe up was another refresh to your endless messages.

‘If he’s gone for over 48 hours, I’m filing a missing person report.’

You shut your phone off, squeezing it tightly in your hand. Your cheek comes to lean against your knees as your eyes lazily stare ahead. He won’t even tell you where his office is, and now after this, you highly doubt that this is just an office.

You make it your mission to call up all offices in your area until someone recognizes his name. “Yes, good evening. Do you guys by any chance have an employee going by the name of Gojo, Satoru.”

The line stuck to your head like a prompt; going from company to company, asking the very same thing.

It all started to click together half way through the calls, that he didn’t work in an office.

So he was wealthy, had nice things, gave you nice things, but he was lying.

Who even is he? Is that even his real name?

You sigh harshly, scratching your head. “This is unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath. Your heart is still hammering in your chest as you sit at the table, dinner plate now cold again. Eyes fluttering shut, maybe you need some sleep; to find something to stop the worrying.

What you don’t expect is to feel someone moving you in the early light of the morning. “Good morning pretty girl. You shouldn't sleep at the table again, you could get a really bad neck—”

Your arms latch around his neck, hugging him tightly while he holds you in his arms. “You can’t do that to me…“ You whisper, groggy eyes shutting as your senses are filled with his scent.

“…Disappearing for days and not telling me?” You mutter, hands now to his face. His cerulean eyes staring wordlessly into yours, “Who are you.” You ask softly, even though you feel like you’re falling apart, feeling so vulnerable with your gullible actions that make you feel so small.

“I’m Satoru,” he tells you, smiling at you like it's fine. Like everything is fine.

“But I don’t know who that is.”

He blinks at you, laying you on the bed. He’s been home for a little while, you can tell since his clothing had been changed into a white tee shirt and some sweats.

“Let me tell you who that is,” he crawls over you, caging you in under his body. “Satoru’s the guy that’s like, in love with you. So in love in fact, that when you call his heart skips a beat and he feels like a highschool student. When he can't talk to you he feels incredibly weak. He’s the type of guy, that when he can’t touch you—” he places a hand on your cheek, “—he feels like he’ll die. But when you touch him, he tingles. And your kisses.. they take him to heaven and back.” He said slowly, and you find your eyes watering.

“(Y/N),” he calls your name in full. It was rare, he always called you by some silly pet name or some cooking ingredient, but when it was just your name, it was just you.

“You don’t know what you do to me. And I know I’m hiding a lot from you, but you’ll have to bear with me.” He tells you, and you latch your arms around his neck again, nuzzling into the crook. His large palm holds you, pressing you further into him as he adjusts the two of you on the bed.

You feel stupid for forgiving him, but the way he was holding you made you want to beg him to never leave you alone again.

The light kisses he leaves on your face tickle, his breath hitting you as well. “I love you,” you whisper groggily, his lips still pressing all over you. He nudges your nose with his, “I know.” He responds teasingly, and you nudge him softly.

A rumble comes from his chest, smile adorning his face as he tucks you deeper into his neck. “I’m kidding, I love you too.”

You hope that one day he can open up to you a little more and show you his world.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano, Please? Part 2

Word Count: 757 A/N: italicized text within quotation marks means that the person speaking is using Romanian instead of English

Y/N's POV:

I haven't seen Jenna for five days, so she was probably just a tourist. It's not uncommon for a tourist to pop by the shop asking for a coffee but not being able to speak Romanian, so I have no idea why I'm so sad that she's not coming back. 

I thought the idea of a "hallway crush," (someone you've interacted with once or twice for a short or professional amount of time, but are attracted to nonetheless), only lasted through high school. I guess I was wrong.

Friday morning, the shop is quiet because of how early it is. I shovel some coffee beans into the grinder. Despite the annoyingly loud noise it makes, I find it an oddly satisfying process.

I yawn, getting out of bed at four thirty for a five AM shift is nobody's idea of a good start to a day.

Once the coffee's all ground up, I put some in the drip coffee brewer and the rest next to the espresso machine.

In the back, I can smell my coworkers taking today's baked goods out of the oven.

"Hey, L/N, want a cinnamon bun? It's a little 'burnt', so we can't sell it," my coworker and friend Nessa asks. Every Friday is the same, Nessa and I are two of the only people around the shop this early, so we'll sneak a pastry and say it was burnt if anyone asks.

"Sure, Thanks!" I reply, taking the warm pastry from her. Taking a bite, a smile creeps across my face, "did you guys change the recipe? This is even better than last week's!"

"Yeah, boss asked if we could add a few more spices to the dough," she explains, "I'm a pretty big fan of the new recipe if I do say so myself."

It's not long before the cafe starts to smell like cinnamon and coffee, a perfectly inviting scent in the gloomy fall weather.

Five twenty and it's time to open up the shop. Of course, no one actually arrives until six, usually. Nevertheless the owner says being open early is best for business.

As I wait for the first customers to arrive, I zone out. There's not much to do except for sitting alone with my thoughts.

I'm so lost in thought that I'm thoroughly shocked when I hear the bell on the door ring, indicating that someone has entered the shop. I look up to see who it is. Then it dawns on me. She's a little paler than last time, but it's still her.

"Jenna?" I ask incredulously, I thought for sure she was gone.

"You remember me?" she raises an eyebrow.

"I remember most people who can't speak Romanian," I lie.

"Sure," she giggles.

"What can I get for ya today?" I ask.

"You know, I think I'll take your joke from the other day seriously," she replies with a faint smirk, "I'll have an Americano with oat milk please."

"Alright, an Americano for the American," I laugh, mixing the drink, "so, what brings you to Romania?"

"Could you please repeat that?" she asks, "sorry, I've been having trouble focusing lately."

"Well, you're clearly not a tourist, because most tourists don't stick around for more than three days. So I'm just wondering, what brings you to Romania?" I repeat.

"Oh, uh, I'm filming a TV show," she explains.

"You act?" I ask. I don't know why I'm surprised. She certainly has the looks and charisma for Hollywood.

"Yeah," she smiles, "this is definitely one of the bigger things I've done though."

"Congrats on that! What are you filming? Are you allowed to tell people?"

"It's a show about the Addams family," she tells me.

"Oh I love that franchise!" I exclaim, "Are you playing one of the family members?"

"Yeah, I'm Wednesday, which is both exciting and nerve wracking." 

Okay, so I'm literally talking to a celebrity. 

"Woah... That- that sounds like an awesome job," I smile, "good for you. So you'll be in the area for a while?"

"What's it to you?" she smirks flirtatiously, "you wanna take me out on a date or something?" I feel a blush start to creep it's way to my cheeks.

"That depends, you gonna be in town for a while?"

"At least six more months."

"In that case, how about I show you around town sometime?"

"I'd like that," she smiles. As much as I would love to keep up this banter, there's too many people in the store now.

I hand her the receipt, my number neatly scribbled down on the blank side, "reach out when you're available," I wink.

She heads out and I watch as she leaves.

On with the day. Only four hours left of this shift.

[vshthestmpede]

Headcanons for Vash getting body worshipped and spoiled by a afab reader? She/her or he/him pronouns are fine for Reader, just, whichever floats ur boat. But yeah, Vash def deserves a good massage, a nice, hot bath, and some orgasms, and good, good aftercare. And lots and lots of cuddles and physical affection. He's been through so much, he deserves nice things.

the body of a god | 18+, minors dni!

word count; 757

warnings; sexual content

note; alright - first off: this was way too much fun to write omg. secondly: after rewatching stampede, i have a newly revitalized need to write some requests that have been sitting for far too long (my apologies!). i’ve been between writing pieces for this fandom and one piece ever since i started it since ace and sanji have absolutely taken over my heart

masterlist | cross-posted to ao3

after the more stressful stretches of journey, you were more than eager to let loose and relax

which also meant making sure vash relaxed as well

because if he didn't relax, he'd be talking about the next leg of journey or just be too deep in his head - both of those options were not favorable

once the two of you split ways from milly, wolfwood, and meryl in the motel, the door was locked with that 'do not disturb' sign on the handle

vash would try and put the focus on you, heaping praise on how helpful you were on the journey and that you deserve to be pampered

you wouldn't have anything of it - he was the one constantly putting his life on the line, expecting nothing in return while also being beat down by the very people he would save

while you drew a hot bath and ordered him to get undressed, he would grumble and pout in an attempt to get you to change your mind but you held your ground

he would shrink under your stern gaze, doing as asked and getting into the tub after getting undressed

as he soaked, you left him for a little to change into something more... provocative

when you heard the bath start to drain, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out

you both faltered at the sight of each other once vash stepped out of the bathroom

his eyes trailed all over your body and he swallowed loudly while you composed yourself, tamping down the want to yank the towel off his waist and throw out your whole plan

"come lay down," you said, patting the bed as you stood and made room for him.

he obliged without a second thought, allowing you to guide him onto his stomach

he opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but it came out more as a surprised moan when you straddled his lower back, your hands pressing into the tender muscle of his shoulders

vash melted under your touch as you took your time massaging up and down his back, focusing on the knots mostly in his neck and shoulders

“you know,” you whispered, leaning close to his ear, “there is nobody in the world prettier than you, lovebug.”

you laughed as vash buried his face in the pillow, murmuring something incomprehensible

“it’s true,” you continued, your thumbs rubbing circles on his shoulder blades. “everything about you is absolutely perfect.”

you made sure your hands would gently touch and caress his scarred areas, making sure he knew that you meant what you said by everything

you climbed off his back and he flipped over, pouting at the lack of contact but your eyes had trailed downward towards something else

“don’t act surprised,” vash said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at you. “you know what you’re doing to me.”

you kneeled between his legs, moving his knees apart and resting your hands on his thighs

“i don’t know what you could ever mean,” you teased, earning a small smile from vash. “i’m just letting my love know how amazingly handsome he is.”

vash chuckled and ran a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face as you slowly leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. your eyes never left his and you enjoyed the way his breath hitched in his throat

“you’re so beautiful,” you whispered, licking a stripe up the underside of his length. “so, so perfect. and all mine, too.”

vash groaned as you took him in your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you further down

“y-yeah, all yours,” he whined, pushing slightly on your head as he craved more.

you continued to move slowly, coaxing the mewls and moans out of his throat that were like music to your ears

vash’s hips began to jerk upward, eager to hit the back of your throat as he got closer and closer to his orgasm

“i-i’m gonna -!” he panted, his heart hammering in his chest as you looked up into his eyes

the mix of moans and your name being stammered out into the air was heavenly as you swallowed every last drop of his seed before releasing his length with a satisfying pop

you stood up as vash fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. even covered in sweat, panting with his arm over his eyes, he looked angelic to you

[smittenkitten2-0]

Home alone for the first time in waaaaayyyy too long

What to dooooo 🤔🥺🥵

[gepardling]

curtain call w/ gepard.

desc. : As someone who does ballet as a hobby, meeting a cute guy after a concert is definitely something i dream about... (wc : 757)

tags / cw : sfw, gn!reader, reader is a ballet dancer, some light banter, just fluff

Gepard wouldn't necessarily consider himself a theater enthusiast.

I mean, let’s be honest, he was normally swamped with work. If he did have a gap in his schedule then he'd rather go do something else. Theater didn’t exactly scream “relaxation” to him. However, Serval approached him with a request. She and Pela had planned to attend a performance tonight, but Pela had to cancel last minute because of work-related matters :((

So now it falls on Gepard to make his sister happy. The last thing he wanted was another lecture on how everyone left poor lonely Serval to entertain herself. And as everyone knew, that only led to a chainsaw-powered contraption bursting through the window at Qlipoth Fort.

Anyway, Gepard met Serval at the workshop before they headed off to the theater together. Apparently, one of her friends was performing, and she wanted to show her support. He noticed the ticket indicated a performance of Giselle, a ballet concert. 

He'd never chalked Serval up as someone who would enjoy ballet, but there's a first time for everything, I guess. 

Once they were seated and the performance began, Gepard felt a bit out of place. Maybe he wasn't poetic enough to understand the plot, as he found himself losing track of it. So he just ended up watching the dance, not paying much attention to the story. He figured he'd ask Serval about it later :((

While observing the dancers, one in particular caught his eye. Their graceful movements masked the power and precision behind them, each step executed with meticulous calculation. You seemed to outshine everyone else, commanding admiration with your mere presence.

In reality, you were simply in sync with the rest of the dancers. There was nothing inherently extraordinary about your performance, but Gepard's mind perceived it as such. Everything else faded into the background, whether consciously or unconsciously, he couldn’t tell.

When your part ended and you left the stage, a longing echoed within Gepard’s chest. He hadn’t been fully aware of what was happening until he saw you again, and the sight of you evoked a surge of butterflies in his stomach. Thankfully, Serval was too enamored by the performance to notice Gepard’s gawking. 

As the performance concluded and the encore wrapped up, Serval mentioned wanting to go congratulate her friend in the orchestra. Gepard had anticipated her friend to be a dancer... But that’s besides the point, he agreed to go with her and the two ventured down to the backstage area.

The bustling backstage was filled with performers, crew members and the lingering energy of the performance. Dancers were being showered with gifts and flowers from their loved ones who had come to witness their talent. Gepard kept his eyes peeled, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

Amidst the sea of people, he spotted you. You stood in a corner, conversing with a group of fellow performers. And conveniently enough, it seemed to be the same group of people that Serval was approaching. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

When Serval and her friend started chatting, you seemed much more reserved, observing the group from the sidelines. Gepard gathered his courage to approach you, it was now or never. 

He complimented your performance, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Your face lit up at the unexpected praise as you thanked him, a hint of bashfulness coloring your words. The warmth of his smile and the faint blush on his cheeks made you feel at ease.

After exchanging names, you engaged in a conversation, curious about his thoughts on the performance and storyline. Poor boy told you he didn’t really understand the plot, but he really enjoyed the dances for what they were :(( But it’s okay, you assured him. You could tell him all about the plot if he was interested. 

Of course he agrees, and the two of you plan a coffee date for the following day. You found it cute that he struggled to hide his eagerness, but you decided not to poke fun at him for it. After all, you could save all of that for tomorrow ♥︎

As Gepard walked back home with Serval, she could tell he was absolutely on cloud nine. It wasn’t hard to notice his radiant smile, particularly during your private conversation to the side.

“I hope next time you actually pay attention to the plot, and not just the pretty dancer,” she chuckled, and Gepard nearly passed out from embarrassment. Of course, Serval was perceptive enough to have noticed that…

ookayayayaay do not be surprised if 1 day this returns as a long piece bc i am in love wit dis concept ty ♥︎♥︎

[footballffbarbiex]

Blinded By Lust

player: joe gomez words: 757 request: Joe Gomez  -  she/her  -  500 - 700 - Smut - Still feeling frisky over Joey G as captain last week so maybe being railed senseless by him after the match whilst he wears his captain's armband!!!

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Very few times has she become so blinded by lust that she cannot think straight. Pride had quickly changed into pure lust the longer she watched as he’d ran around the pitch with the bold white armband bearing the black words CAPTAIN. He’d beamed, moved around the pitch with such a sense of responsibility. Even though she knew it would only be for this match, it was enough. It was enough to see him pulling it up his forearm, placing it perfectly on his bicep and giving it the subtle adjustment to ensure the whole world could see what was there.

Even though it was just for today, she took it. Joe took it and he did what he could to honour it. He’d showered and changed, leaving the rest of the team behind as everyone had said their goodbyes before joining her in the car. It had taken ten minutes before Joe had needed to pull over before he caused an accident. Her hand had pulled his cock free a minute before after stroking over his thigh, stroked and palmed him until he’d hardened and spotted damp patches on his boxer shorts. Finally being in her hand, feeling that skin on skin contact almost made him want to cum there and then.

“Why’d you stop the car baby?” she asked, her hand felt as soft as his shaft, movements so perfectly pressured that the swipe over the very tip made him whimper and push his head back against the headrest as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leant over the handbrake to take full advantage of the situation before her.

“There’s a few good reasons,” he managed to state through gritted teeth before a low growl vibrated through his throat as her tongue left a wet trail around the curve of the head. “Like that.”

When he swallowed, it was fully audible. His hips stirred where he sat, showing signs that he desperately wanted to thrust up, pushing as much of his long, thick cock into her mouth until the sound of it filling her was just as audible as his swallow. When her mouth finally sank down, taking several inches in the first dip, her hand was there to meet her lips.

She hollows her cheeks, trying to create a tight, wet hole for him and his response was to wind his fingers through her hair, grabbing as much of it to fill his palm as he could. He didn’t pull on it, there was no burning, stinging sensation that came from her skull but there’s a silent “threat” of it. He could hold her in place while he fucked her pretty little mouth like he wanted, they both knew this but instead, he let her take control. He gave her the control.

“You have no idea how much I want to ride you right now,” she said before giving kitten licks up and down his shaft, taking care to stimulate the vein that throbs beneath her touch and the thin thread of skin joining the velvety dome to the rest of his cock.

Joe can barely see through his fluttering eyelashes let alone try and focus. He’d made sure this was a quiet and secure area before pulling up, but that didn’t mean that where they were was risk free. That being said, one head was more in control than the other and all logic went out of the window as he stated, “then climb on my cock and show me how much you want it.”

“Right here?”

“Right here.” He said with a tone that left no room for questioning. “Unless you’re just saying it to try and make me even more horny because babe, we’re passed that right now.” he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth like she wished she had, and her decision was made. Her hands made quick work of pulling her clothing down, finding it harder to manoeuvre within the tight space of the vehicle but she managed it, kicking her clothes into the footwell before climbing over towards him.

“You’re sure about this?” She knows oh too well what it feels like to get caught up in a situation that she can’t back out of, but this was something neither of them had done before. The thrill of being caught mixed with the terror of that becoming a reality flowed through her veins as Joe angled his cock to her dripping pussy. Her juices enable it so that he entered her effortlessly.

“Stop thinking and just ride me.”

[chrisevansonly]

Love In A Bookshop (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Momma Evans

Summary: The minute Chris saw you at that hole in the wall bookshop he’d been going to for months, he saw the love of his life, if only he could have snapped his fingers to meet you sooner, so would you agree to a date? Or would you turn him away?

Warnings: none, a very meet cure situation, Chris is a gentleman, just over all cute

A/N: Here is how Momma and Chris met! Thank you to the anon that sent in this idea, I loved it and wanted to write something on it, so I hope you guys enjoy! It’s a bit short so I do apologize!

Word Count: 757

 Boston was one of your favourite cities to visit or travel to for work, the atmosphere, the people, the architecture, and it gave you some space from New York where everything move at a thousand miles an hour, and there was constant noise. Truth be told you loved the smaller towns and counties outside of Boston, so whenever you were here you visited a new one. Your favourite so far was Sudbury, it honestly felt like a home away from home, and it’s where you could find the small bookstore you loved to visit when you were in the area. Walking in and out of the spring air you’re met with the smell of books, fresh coffee and the teakwood candle that burned by the front window 

“Well, if it isn’t miss lawyer!”

You laughed at the nickname Earl, the older gentleman who owned ‘Pages and Binds’ had given you the first time you had ever stepped foot in his store 

“Hi Earl, long time no see”

He smiled 

“Sure has been, when are you gonna move out here”

“Someday I hope”

You chatted with Earl for a little more before he left you to wander around the aisles, you were looking for one specific book, and Earl had told you he had one copy left. You let out a sigh of relief as you spotted it on the shelf, as your hand reached for it, someone else’s had too, your eyes lifting to spot Chris Evans. You hadn’t seen many of his movies, but you knew of him well enough to know who he was once you snapped out of your slight shock, you drew your hand back 

“I’m so sorry!”

Both of you spilling out the same apology at the same time, and he was the first to speak up 

“I didn’t realize there was only one copy, it’s all yours!”

You smiled but shook your head 

“No, no its alright! You got to it first!”

He sent you a smirk and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up

“Technically we grabbed it at the same time…I’m Chris”

He stuck his hand out for you to shake which you did 

“I suppose you’re right, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you” 

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The back booth at the café hidden behind the books was filled with laughter as you and Chris got to know each other better, truth be told you didn’t know how long you’d been talking or hanging out, but it was the first time in a few weeks of busy cases, you felt totally safe, and comfortable

“So how long are you in the area for?”

You leaned back into the cushions and smiled 

“Just until the end of next week unfortunately”

“That’s more than enough time then...”

You raised a brow in confusion before narrowing your eyes slightly 

“Enough time for what…?”

“For me to take you out on a date”

Your eyes widened and he chuckled, your face heating up as you looked away for a short moment, was he really asking you out? Did he really want to go out with you? Wait what was even happening right now?!

“I-wait really?”

Chris smiled at your genuine confusion 

“Really, really, so what do you say?”

You bit your lip gently before smiling 

“What if I say no?”

“Then you’ll never see this book again!” 

Chris grabbed the novel the two of you both wanted when you came into the store, getting up from the booth and sending you a wink before walking off down the aisles. You sat there in shock before getting your things and taking off after him, he didn’t end up too far, almost as if he was waiting for you

“Yes.”

“Yes, what pretty girl?”

You flushed, shaking your head 

“Yes, I will go on a date with you.”

So you did, you spent just about every day with Chris after the bookstore, taking turns reading chapters from the novel that introduced the both of you together, you met his dog, got to see different sights around the area. When you had to go back to New York it was almost upsetting how much you were dreading it, despite that Chris kissed you before you left and held you in probably one of the tightest hugs you’d ever gotten. He promised to visit you as often as he could, and you did the same, it was one of the first promises you both made to each other, and the first of many you would forever keep. 

[randomfandomworks]

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you."

Karl Jacobs x GN!reader

Synopsis: When filming for the new Mr.Beast video runs late you end up having to spend all Valentines day on set

Word count: 757

Warnings: None that I can think of

A/N: All prompts used for this series of one shots came from @scealaiscoite's Valentines Prompt List

There was a plan for the day. Except when Jimmy called saying they had lost footage and are now behind, the plan was scrapped. They didn’t mind really. But it did become ever so slightly annoying when they ended up not spending any time with Karl.

He was annoyed as well, having planned an entire day with them only for it to go out the window. He loved his friends and his job but today all he really wanted was to spend time with them. 

And they had been there, giving him lunch they went out to get, and bringing coffee to the team at one point. But they hadn’t been with him. Only the occasional grasp of a hand or a quick hug. Never there for more than a few seconds at a time.

And he had been filming all day, with only short breaks. It became more and more obvious that Jimmy had downplayed just how off track the schedule had become because the day was way fuller and more over working than it had been in a long while. 

And while he had been filming they had been off to the side. They didn’t want to mess up the video or ruin the flow of the work the team was doing. So they never interrupted or came up. Some part of Karl wished they would. But that never lasted long because usually as soon as the thought came to mind he was pulled back into filming another scene.

Now it was nearing dinner; they had helped the crew set up a kind of makeshift salad bar. And Jimmy finally dismissed everyone from the set, getting visibly tired himself. Karl walked over and made himself a small plate of food, his exhausted eyes scanning the area for his partner.

Eventually his eyes rested on their figure, sitting quietly waiting for him. Just as alone as they had been since the start of the day. He felt so guilty for having to come here. Working instead of taking them to their favorite places and gifting them cheesy things they would laugh at and yet appreciate still. His feet quietly carried him over to them. They lifted their head at the noise, pulling their attention away from their food.

Karl sat next to them, his head falling onto their shoulder and letting out a soft sigh. Their hand came up to comb through his hair; he leaned into their touch, closing his eyes in content. 

“Hello my love” they spoke gently. Watching as a small smile came to Karl’s face before he buried it deeper into their shoulder, relishing in the physical touch he was finally receiving. They felt his soft huffs of air against their collarbone. And then they sat in silence cherishing this moment they got with him. Knowing how hard today was on him and how he would quickly be going to sleep once they were back home. 

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, breaking the silence and pulling away from their shoulder. Wanting to look at them instead. 

“For what?” They asked genuinely, a light laugh behind their words. The curious look on their face only making Karl feel slightly worse. They shouldn’t be so ok with having to drop everything for his job. Or at least that’s what he thought. 

“Making you spend all day here. Surely this isn’t where you want to be on Valentine’s Day.” He explained, pulling his gaze to his still full plate. His hands intertwining together in his lap, sadly holding each other instead of his lovers. 

“Karl, there’s nowhere else I would rather be than with you” They responded, their eyes fixed on him as his fingers locked together. 

“Really?” He asked, a hopeful look casted back to them.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to be at home or in some restaurant eating dinner alone. At least here I get to be with you.” 

He gave a light smile to them. A “thank you” He either didn’t know how to say or didn’t want to. 

“Ok” He said instead, glad to know his guilt was unnecessary, “But once we get home we’re watching a movie. Or anything else you want. And I’m taking you out tomorrow so we can do everything we were supposed to today.”

“I can agree to that.”

And with that they pulled his hands apart and replaced one with their own. He smiled giddily and let out soft giggles before kissing their cheek. Clearly making up for the lack of his attention that day. 

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Beautiful 1918 Craftsman style home in Grants Pass, Oregon is listed for $500K.

Under the porch roof, the home is uniquely angled. 

The front door opens to a foyer with a bench. 

You can see in this photo how the foyer opens to the large living area. 

Look, there’s a special shelf for all your collections.

From the dining area, you can see into the TV room that has pocket doors.

The TV/Family room.

The pretty kitchen is also off the dining room. 

And, there’s also a small pantry.

One of the 4 bds. is on the main fl.

Plus a full lovely vintage bath on the main floor.

Stairs to the 2nd level.

The large main bd. opens to a terrace.

The en suite bath.

Another bedroom is on the 3rd level.

Isn’t this nice? A playhouse attached to the garage.

Above ground pool has a deck built around it.

Plus, a pretty arbor. The exterior of the house is currently being repainted, which is why it looks scraped.

https://www.redfin.com/OR/GRANTS-PASS/757-NW-4TH-ST-97526/home/133301397