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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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Y/n applying lotion on his torso..!

It would be last minute..and he would run to her and be like

‘Be quick’

NO BC THIS IS THE DOMESTIC SHIT THAT GOES ON ALL THE TIME WHEN THEY'RE ON TOUR TOGETHER

Ever since the couple has arrived to their hotel room, YN has been bugging him about applying sunscreen to his torso. Especially now more than ever since he chooses to basically go topless on stage (she'll never complain about that) while playing in an outdoor venue in Barcelona.

The first time she brought it up was in their hotel bathroom. Harry, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, was busy untangling the necklaces around his neck when his wife comes into the room. She holds the bottle out to him with a suggestive tone and a raise of her brow.

He stands frozen for a second, eyeing the sunscreen with a contemplative hum before decidedly shaking his head.

"M'good, baby. Thank you."

She narrows her gaze at him, flickering her eyes from the bottle to her husband, before saying, "M'gonna bring it anyways."

YN turns on her heel but before she can fully leave the room, he reaches over and smacks the underside of her bum just to hear her squeak. He chuckles to himself when he sees her hand peek back into the room to show her middle finger at him.

The next time she brings up the sunscreen, is when he's doing a sound check later that day.

She watches from the sidelines, perched on top of an equipment box as she sits in on Harry and the Love Band rehearse before the show tonight. The yellow sunnies sitting on her face help block some of the glare from the bruiting sun reflecting from the massive stage. Everyone has the same idea along with shorts and some type of short sleeve top for their attire.

As much as YN loves to watch Harry in a white tank top, black Ray Bands, and a clip securing his curls on the top of his head, she wants nothing more than to sooth his tan skin with a protective layer of SPF.

While Harry talks some things over with Pauli and the horns ensemble, YN perks up when Sarah waves her over.

Harry's eyes flick over to his wife up on the platform with his drummer, helping apply lotion to the top of Sarah's back before going back to his conversation.

Soon enough, YN's offering sunscreen help to the rest of the band like a mom at a soccer game. Even Mitch rubs some over his arms while YN dollops a blob on his nose. Everyone happily accepts her offer...well, almost everyone.

When the band rehearses Grapejuice, Harry waltz up to where his wife sits as he sings, "There's never been someone else so perfect for me."

When she waggles the bottle in his face, he gives her a cheeky smile, playfully grabbing and tossing the bottle to the side. Before she can even get one word out in protest, he tugs her off her seat and pulls her in close as he sings.

She tries to pull away as he brings them to the middle of the stage, but his grip on her is strong.

His high notes go wobbly as he giggles, watching as YN gives up her efforts to escape. Eventually, she succumbs to his swaying and lopsided smile and slow dances with her husband for the rest of the song.

The last time she brings up the sunscreen is in his dressing room. And this time around, she doesn't ask.

Harry is already dressed for the stage and was busy tying his shoe laces when his wife's heels come into view. Not even a second later, so does that damn sunscreen bottle.

"Put it on."

"M'fine. I don't need it." Harry tries to reason. "It's gonna be night time when I'm performing out there anyways."

He holds back the temptation to smile at her stubborn look but he knows that'll only make her frustrated. But given that the cute pinch in her brow is already there, he guesses there's no point in trying to hide his smirk.

Plus, it's really hard to not already have a pleased expression at the sight of her in a silk blue dress that was only waiting to be taken off of her body by the end of the night.

"I don't care. Put on the fookin' lotion."

"No."

"Your chest has been red since the last show."

"You look beautiful."

"You're getting sunburned!"

"No m'not."

Before he can get another out, YN presses the pad of her index finger into the a spot by the one of the shallows tattooed on his chest and he hisses at the sting from his inflamed skin. He bats her hand away and notices how the yellow imprint from her finger slowly fades back to red. Despite the clear indication that she's right, he still doesn't say anything.

Even married, he can't let go of his pride to being wrong to his love. He's denied her of her help all day that it would only embarrass him and make him look bad if he gives in now.

Knowing this herself, YN tucks her lips in with a shrug. She places the bottle on the vanity and decides to leave the matter alone. She tried, and if he needs to have aloe vera be applied to his skin when it begins to peel, well, he could do that himself.

Despite how frustrated, irritated or upset the two might be at each other before a show, they're never ones of break their traditional pre-show ritual.

She cups his face and presses a short kiss to her husband's lips.

"Have fun out there. You're gonna do great. I love you."

His mouth opens to say something, anything, as she turns to walk out the room, but no words come out. Instead, he's left to finish getting ready with the icky feeling of guilt settling in and that damn bottle staring back at him.

Before the show starts, YN and her manager, Jenny, walk backstage to get to their designated spot in the pit for family and friends. She turns her head to the sound of feet hitting the pavement and a call of her name.

She furrows her brows when she sees Jeff and her husband running up to her, his cropped blue vest in hand instead of on his torso.

"What's wrong? Everything alright?" YN's voice is laced with concern given that he's supposed to be moments away from being on stage.

"Be quick." He pants out of breath. She's confused for a moment at what he could possibly mean. It's when she looks at what he's shoved in her hand that it finally clicks. She's quickly popping the cap off the bottle and squirting some lotion in the palm of her hand. After handing the sunscreen to her manager, she rubs her hands together before lathering up his torso, his abs, his chest--anywhere she can cover.

"Aw did you have to put on a little sunny-screen because your mummy told you to?" Jeff teases in a baby voice before breaking out in a laugh, only to receive a slap on the arm from Jenny.

YN doesn't even hit him back with a witty comment. Too smug, smiley and occupied with smoothing the lotion over her husband's broad shoulders and down his arms to care. So much so, that she doesn't even notice when Lloyd takes a few quick pictures of the couple before running off to take his place on stage.

She rubs the remaining bits of lotion over the apples of his cheeks, his t-zone, and his nose before taking hold of his face to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Okay, yeh all set."

He shakes his head at the smugness written all over her beautiful features. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone how he always folds for her in the end, no matter how strong headed both of them are.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Please, you're the lucky one."

"Damn right I am," He grins at her giggle as he pulls her back in for another kiss. Too enthroned and stupidly in love with this woman, he doesn't think twice about cupping her cheek with one hand while his arm circles around her waist, deepening what was supposed to be a short and sweet kiss.

"Um, H?" Jeff calls after a moment. "You got a show to do, remember?"

"Mhm, yeah." Harry mumbles out of the corner of his mouth to not completely break the kiss, fully enclosing himself around his wife while her arms go around his neck. "Be there in a sec."

Jenny's back is the the couple, her hands clasped together as she looks up at the ceiling to give them their privacy. She already knows that its best to just let them be than trying to break them apart; for Harry's shows anyway. But when it comes for her singer, she's hustling YN to be on stage, ready to perform, and on time.

Jeff on the other hand is looking down the empty hallway, anxiously looking at the watch on his wrist before scratching at his brow. He spares a glance at the two with a pained expression.

"You Love Birds need to go on a second honeymoon or some something, you horny fucks."

"Way ahead of you, Jeffery."

Harry give a lopsided grin at YN's words, pressing another smearing kiss to her lips. The two weeks they used for their honeymoon back in January was barely enough time for anything before having to go back on their respected world tours. With both of their show numbers decreasing by the week, the married couple plans to go MIA for a very long time: drinking wine at their private villa in Italy, walking along the shore at their getaway beach house in Malibu, tangled under the sheets in their bedroom in France.

From their spot backstage, they can hear the field full of fans begin to scream in excitement as the intro video plays. Desperate, Jeff turns to the wife for some complacency. "Mrs. Styles? Unless you want your husband to be out of a job in the next 60 seconds?"

YN pulls away with a smile, biting her lip as her husband looks down at her like he's one kiss away from canceling the show.

"Think of me when you're out there." She closes her eyes when he bumps their foreheads together, nearly melting when he rubs their noses together; a soft and loving gesture despite the dirty thoughts swimming in his head.

"Always." Harry answers easily, bringing her hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the rock on her finger.

With a new sense of spunk and pump to be on stage, Harry throws a sly wink to his wife before maneuvering around her and walks towards the stage. YN's eyes linger on his back muscles as he lifts his arms in the air, looping them through the arm holes in his cropped vest.

His words are cheeky and light as he says over his shoulder, "You coming, Jeffery?"

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

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adrienneleclerc · 7 months

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Cachetona

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets told she’s cute all the time by everyone including her boyfriend and she worries that he doesn’t find her sexy

Warning: grammar and spelling errors, no translated Spanish porque me da flojera, IMPLIED innocence and corruption kink if you could call it that, honestly. It's kinda angsty fluff

A/N: I actually requested something similar to @shellyshellshell but this time I’m gonna add my own spin to it. I get told I’m cute and adorable by my bestie, I’ve been told I was cute by some adults, and I’m fine with it. Like I’m 21, I know I’m cute and adorable, because of my personality along with my chubby cheeks, so this is something I worry about and lowkey struggle with. Like I feel I can’t dress in a “sexy” way or do my makeup in a “sexy” way because I feel like it doesn’t match my face or hair at all. Así que me toca vestirme “cute”

Y/N has always had a rounder face and chubby cheeks. Even at her big age of 32, she still has those chubby cheeks that her mom likes to point out all the time. She thought she would have looked more mature by now like other women her age, she thought wrong.

However, truth be told she really didn’t mind being called cute growing up. It wasn’t until her previous partners only saw her as cute, it was even worse when her current boyfriend, Henry Cavill, started calling her cute.

They met a few months ago at Disneyland, which was already a bad start, Henry took his nephews (and nieces, idk) while Y/N went with her friends as a big Disney fan herself. They met on the line of the INCREDIBLES rollercoaster because his niece liked the loungefly bag Y/N had, again, not the best start.

Henry thought that Y/N was adorable in her Disney bound of Marie from the Aristocats and they kept talking in the line until he made the move to invite her to eat after the ride, to which she obviously said yes to because who the hell would say no. And that’s how it all began.

At Disneyland

“So Y/N, I like your outfit, it’s adorable, Marie?” Henry asked, gesturing at her outfit that consisted of white shorts, a pastel pink top with a pink bow in her hair, wearing a pearl choker with a gold bow charm, and pastel pink platform converse.

“Oh yes, it one of my favorite classic Disney movies. I’m a big fan of Disney. What about you? You have a favorite Disney movie?” Y/N asked.

“I’d have to say Hercules.” Henry answered.

“The music is amazing, and I love Megara. Anyway, what are you working on right now?” Y/N asked.

They were together for the rest of the Disney trip until on of her friends, Valeria, called her to say they’re leaving. Henry asked for her phone number and he called her the next day so they could have their first date.

First date

Y/N went to her closet and chose a White lace top with light blue shorts, nude block heel ankle boots, and her pearl choker again. Henry sent her the address of the coffee shop he wanted to meet at and when he saw her at the door, he thought she looked beautiful.

“Thank you for meeting me here, you look precious.” Henry said.

“Thank you, you look handsome.” Y/N said, sitting down at the table. When they ordered, Y/N ordered a brownie and a strawberry creme frappe for some much needed sugar and Henry ordered a croissant and coffee.

They talked about whatever people talk about on first dates, it went really well until...

"I'll call you later, cutie." Henry said, kissng Y/N on the cheek.

Present day

Y/N was in Henry's living room, wearing glasses, hair in two braids, a cream knit sweater, and shorts with Kal by her side. Henry came through the door after a meeting with his agent.

"Hey, Bunny, you're looking adorable today, how was your day?" Henry asked. 'Bunny' was your nickname because after you sneeze, you would twitch your nose before rubbing your nose with your thumb (guilty), much like a rabbit would.

"My day has been fine, took Kal for a walk, made him one of those frozen treats that are safe for dogs, safe to say he enjoyed them, el muy goloso." Y/N said.

"Thats good to hear." Henry said as he got close enough squish her face. "I love these chubby cheeks of yours, you're so cute." and Henry kissed her and went to pet Kal. "Are you going to stay and eat? I can make my specialty."

"I'd love to but i actually gotta head out." Y/N said, hoping Henry doesn't notice anything wrong with her.

"I can take you, it's no problem at all." Henry said.

"No, no, its fine, you cook whatever, I'll just make something at my apartment." Y/N said and kissed Henry before going to her car. She couldn't take it, she has been called 'cute' one too many times by Henry and to top it off, he mentioned her chubby cheeks, she was a grown woman, there are only so many times a grown woman could be called cute.

She drove to her apartment and began muttering.

"Can't believe he called me adorable." Y/N said, closing the door, putting her bag on the couch. She then saw her reflection in the full body mirror Valeria insisted in getting for their apartment. "No wonder he calls me cute." She observed her hair in braids and took it off, messing up her hair. She took off her glasses to see if that makes anything better - it didn't. Thats when she heard the door open.

"Amiga! No sabes cuanta gente estaban en las tiendas." Valeria said, putting her shopping bags down. "What happened? I thought you were going to be with your superstar boyfriend all day." Valeria said, looking at Y/N who is staring at her reflection.

"Henry called me cute again, y dijo algo sobre yo siendo cachetona." Y/N said.

"But Amiga, I thought you were okay with being called cute." Valeria said.

"I am fine with my family members or my friends calling me cute because I know that. Like I’m not exactly built like a Victoria’s Secret Angel, but I thought that at least my boyfriend of all people would at least find me hot. Clearly Henry doesn't see me that way." Y/N said as she plopped down on the floor.

"Hey, you don't know that." Valeria attempted to comfort her friend.

"He was called me adorable, precious, cute, not even beautiful, and he has never called me sexy." Y/N stated.

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." Valeria said.

"See! Y siendo cachetona no me ayuda. Men call you sexy, how can I be more like you?" Y/N asked. "Agh, I sound like a fucking teenager."

"It's all about confidence." Valeria said but Y/N kept looking at her. "Okay, I love you, you know I do, but you do own a lot of pastel colors in your closet. You can borrow my clothes whenever you're out with Henry, that's a given, but even the way you do your makeup is cute, and I know you hate hearing that."

"You're right, you're right. Okay, show me how to do my makeup so it could look ‘hot’ instead of ‘cute’.” Y/N said and that’s exactly what Valeria did. She gave Y/N a Smokey eye with Fox eyeliner, a darker lipstick, contour so her face looks slimmer, and minimal blush. “I feel ridiculous.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you’re not used to it. Also, if you want to look hotter, you need to straighten your hair. Like that sleek straight look.” Valeria said. “But that’s for the next time you want to see Henry, has he texted you?”

“Mm, no, not yet. Which one of these outfits do you think would look better on me?” Y/N said, opening up Valeria’s closet.

The next day, Y/N was in bed when she got a text from Henry.

Toro: hey Bunny, you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook your favorite.

You: yeah, Torito, I’ll come over, what time?

Toro: 6 sounds fine?

You: yep, sounds good.

Toro: okay, see you later, cutie 😘

“Cutie.” Y/N mocked. She got off her bed and went to Valeria’s closet and took out some things that she believed Henry might like her in. “Valeria, I’m borrowing your clothes!”

“Okay!” Valeria shouted from the shower. “You gonna shower so I can leave the water running for you?”

“Yeah, thank you!” Y/N shouted.

Y/N took a shower, washed her hair really well, shaved, when she finished, she put on lotion, her underwear, and a robe to blowout her hair. She changed and her her robe back on to do her makeup, took off her robe, and put on a perfume Henry bought you. She put on some black heels and a pair of her gold hoop earrings. She went to show Valeria.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked.

“Estás buena.” Valeria said.

“Thank you, let’s hope Henry thinks so.” Y/N said.

She got into her car and drove to Henry’s. She stayed in her car for a few minutes.

“Okay, it’s all good, you look hot, you look sexy, you’re not cute, not adorable, you’re hot.” Y/N said to herself before leaving the car and knocking on Henry’s door. Henry opened it and was in awe of how Y/N looked.

“Wow, Bunny, you look great!” Henry said, hugging her and letting her in the house. “So I’m making the rice now, the chicken is already done.”

“Great. Hola, Osito, how are you, Kal?” Y/N cooed at the fluffy Akita.

“You’re so cute.” Henry said. Y/N paused for a second.

“Toro, can we talk about something?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, of course. What’s on your mind, cutie?” Henry asked.

“That.” Y/N pointed at him.

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me honestly. Do you find me attractive?” Y/N asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, you know I think you’re precious to me.” Henry tried to reassure Y/N.

“No no no, not like that, I mena like sexually attractive.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t understand.” Henry said.

“Okay, we’ve met at Disneyland, right? You thought I was cute, that’s understandable because I tried to look as adorable as possible because I was Disney bounding. But the dates after Disney, you kept calling me cute or adorable or precious. Now i grew up getting called cute, my friends and family call me cute, I don’t mind getting called by them. But when my boyfriend calls me cute, someone I’m supposed to feel desired by…I know it’s stupid, and even saying this out loud is stupid, but when I’m dressed like this.” Y/N said, gesturing to her outfit. “And you still call me cute, it feels like you’re not attracted to me the same way I’m attracted to you. So please tell me something before we go any further in our relationship.” Y/N said. Henry was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He turned off the stove and led Y/N to the living room so they could talk on the couch.

“Y/N, i am very attracted to you.” Henry said, look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t feel like it. Why do you always call me cute though? Why is it never beautiful or gorgeous or even sexy?” Y/N asked

“Because your adorable nature is something I find very sexy.” Henry said leaning in.

“A ver, Toro, i Don’t understand.” Y/N said, leaning back.

“Your aura, your way of presenting yourself, is very innocent and cute. It’s like loving an angel. So I find you very sexy, the way you dress in your pastel colors makes you look so angelic when we both know what’s underneath is down right sinful. You are so bloody tempting that I call you cute to hold myself back from doing what I really want to do to you.” Henry said.

“Who knew the great Henry Cavill has a innocence kink.” Y/N giggled a little.

“Yeah yeah, tease all you want, bunny. But do you understand what I’m telling you?” Henry grabbed her chin to tilted her head so she’s looking in his eyes. “You are very sexy, I find your cuteness very sexy. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t desired because you are, I desire you every night.” Henry said and they kissed. “You feel better now, bunny?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thank you, Toro.” Y/N said. “So…when did you first think I was sexy?” Y/N asked and Henry chuckled.

“Alright, let’s eat first and then we’ll discuss that, Bunny.” Henry said, leading Y/N to the kitchen.

The End

So Henry’s nickname is “Toro” which means “bull” because he’s a Taurus and of course really strong like a bull.

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#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction

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airbendertendou · 8 months

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RIBBONED LACES! ♡

synopsis : ballet had been a far along dream you’d never indulge in, never have the time to perfect. he brings that dream a little closer to you, day by day.

cw : reader wears heels , character unnamed , gender neutral reader

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intertwined hands swing as you walk, eyes dancing from each store window you pass. he squeezes your fingers once, just to let you know he’s still there — to let you know he loves you. you oooh at a pearl necklace, eyes twinkling as much as the jewels do. he smiles, but turns his face to hide it from you.

a bit later, a hot beverage is in your hand as you sip on it contently. he’d finished his already — always too quick to enjoy the smaller things in life — his hand still being warmed by your own.

he pauses in front of a bench, “sit down for a second.”

you stop blowing on your drink, quirking up your eyebrows, “why?”

“just do it,” he rolls his eyes. he disconnects your hands to nudge you onto the bench. when you look up at him, he softens. “i got you something, is all.”

“a surprise?” you’re intrigued ; interest piqued ; but still suspicious. your eyes narrow. “…why?”

he doesn’t answer, simply laying his hand over your eyes. he mumbles, “keep them closed.”

you do as he says, sipping on your drink as you feel your right foot being lifted. the cold air brushes against your socked feet as you wiggle your toes in discomfort. a new shoe is placed on — tight and fresh out of the box. you frown why did he get me shoes i don’t need?

“i know the show last week was nice,” he begins to speak. you can feel his breath brush against your knees as he laces the left shoe. “but, you wanted something more. something personal ; closer.”

he lets out a huff, adjusting the shoes only he could see. he taps your knees lightly, signaling you could open your eyes. “this was the next best thing.”

they’re ballet slippers, that’s your first thought. pointe shoes you’d never trained in ; would never have the chance to dance in. they’re laced up your calf, tied into a perfect bow. when you turn your foot, you realize they’re heels — shoes you’d been wearing all your life.

your lower lip wobbles as tears cloud your eyes. you can barely look at him, “[character name]…”

his cheeks are flushed, the tip of his ears turning rosy as he keeps his gaze away from your own. “don’t make it a big deal, or anything.”

you leap up at once — only after steadying your cooling drink — wrapping your arms around his neck clumsily. you sniffle into his ear, “you didn’t have to do this.”

he stays kneeled down, arms slowly and softly wrapping around your waist. “i wanted to.”

chifuyu, kisaki, inupi, tsukishima, kageyama, kyotani, kuroo, sakusa, kyoya, hikaru, lucifer, satan, simeon

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idk where this came from but those miu miu shoes stay on my mind so <3 this was written w felix graham de vanily in mind but have no idea what account to post miraculous stuff on so !!

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pink---condoms · 1 year

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Take my breath away

unlovedbikerboy!Sapnap x loveseeking!Reader

Genre: Love story & a tiny bit of unwanted smut mentioned

Warnings: mentions of Sapnap's real name Nick, mentions of underage drinking, y/n being in a toxic relationship, abusive relationship, mentions of cheating and sex, backstabbing best friend & cursing.

Preview!: Y/n was in a toxic relationship with a boy named Adam.He use to be constantly bringing random girls home in their house to fuck them in the bedroom, that was once filled with love.Y/n would spend every night on the coach trying her best to sleep without crying ,but she always failed to hold in her emotions.And everytime time she'd try to leave him,he'd always gaslight her,manipulate her and blackmail her into thinking she's the problem.One day, one of Adam's friend was throwing a Halloween party and they were both invited to come.Adam had forced her that day to dress in the smallest costume possible.Through out the party she was smothered with the feeling of uncomfortable.Little did she know she was being watched and her knight in shining armor had came to rescue her.

Your Author p.o.v

Moans and skin slapping echoed through out the house, this is the fifth time for the month already.Y/n layed on the living room couch, a pillow sandwiched her head to try an block out the disturbing noises that was heard outside the room.But, nothing could stop her from hearing the smallest moan that escaped the room.

This wasn't the first time Adam had done this.There was plenty other nights where she got so fed up,that she slept in the car with only a pillow.The next day he wouldn't even bother to apologize or to ask if she slept well even though it was pointless.

Y/n tried multiple times to end they relationship but it was no use he always blackmailed her, telling her if she left him he'd kill himself and pin it on her.She even told him to do so that she wouldn't care if she got arrested but all she got was a slap to the right cheek and no food for three days.

His friends wasn't any difference.Every time they came over she would be treated like a maid, running back and forth to get them what they wanted.Y/n hated all of them but she knew if she didn't listen to them,there would be consequences for her actions when they left.

Halloween was approaching and Adam friends decided to throw a costume party, inviting over one hundred people including Y/n and Adam.Y/n didn't want to go,she insisted for Adam to go alone but all he did was throw her costume that he picked out at her.

The costume barely covered her ass, the slightest movement would have her ass out on the open.He could've at least let her picked her own costume.The costume role was an angel, a white fluffy skirt, a lace almost see through cropped top, stocking that reached her mid thighs with large platform heels and lastly a halo head band.

Y/n quickly got ready, not even bothering to do her hair just pasting the brush through her hair to get rid of any knots.She wanted to look good even though the costume wasn't her taste she decided to match her makeup to it.

Adam's costume role was supposedly supposed to be hot but to her it looked goofy asf.His costume was black suit with fake blood tinting it in random places, let's not forget his fake rolex watch.

The drive to the party was 15 minutes long.Y/n could feel his gaze on her, basically eye fucking her.While most girls who would've blush and enjoy his stare, Y/n hated it.She was uncomfortable and disgusted by him and herself.

After awhile, they both arrived at the party which was stacked with people.As they entered, Y/n's nostrils was instantly filled with the smell of weed,alcohol and sex.

Adam's friend greeted them as soon as they entered the house which only Adam returned.One of his friends eyes instantly dropped down her body, checking her out shamelessly in front of his own girlfriend.Your best friend.

Adam talked to his friends like you weren't right there.After awhile,your feet were starting to kill you from standing up so long until, one of his friend's girlfriend requested they all sit down which to Y/n's luck they all agreed.

They all sat down in the living room,Y/n made sure to put some distance between her and Adam.Having nothing to do, she decided to listen to what they were talking about.Big mistake.

She ear dropped and regretted it, they were all talking bout how good your best friend took them one by one.She knew her best friend hooked up with a lot of guys but, she never knew she'd betray her like this.

It's not like she loved Adam,she hated him but still at some point in life she did and it hurt to know that he fucked her best friend behind her back.

Her eyes welled up with tears while thinking about how messed up her life has been in the past year.She lost the man she once loved, she lost the girl she shared all her trauma and secrets with and most importantly she lost herself.

Y/n p.o.v

I tilt my head down, not wanting anyone to see me crying.The LED lighting made it easier for me to quickly wipe my tears without anyone noticing.Adam didn't seem to notice, not like I wanted him to notice I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

To which I can't even tell him without him hitting me once we reached home.I pulled at the end of my skirt uncomfortably, suddenly noticing the way people were staring at me.

I hated this place and the people present here, I just wanted my old life back where I used to be happy.

Suddenly feeling like I needed to use the washroom, I tug Adam's arm to tell him where I was going.He just shooed me away 'ass crack' I thought to myself.

I already knew where the bathroom was, so I didn't need to ask anyone for help.I hurried up and did my business, before washing my hands and exiting that shit smelling washroom.

As I made my way back to the living room, I kept my head down and squeezed my way through the drunk crowd.And when I finally looked up where I was before, my heart dropped.My best friend was seated on Adam's lap, making out with him.

"What the fuck Adam!"

I yelled at him.They both jumped away from each other like lightning had strike them.

"I went to bathroom for five minutes and this is what I come back too" I managed to get out, tears clouding my sight.

I was so happy, it's finally over.

I still had to put on a act, almost everyone attention was us now.

"Y/n I'm sorry" was all he said.I wasn't complaining, all the sleepless nights, crying, arguments and the pain are over.

"It's over between us Adam" was all I said, before making my way out of the house.

I had no idea where I was gonna go now, but at least I wasn't going home with him.I sat on the porch of the house, chugging down a beer I grabbed from someone on my way out.

"Are you ok?" a voice questioned

I looked up to see where the voice came from, my eyes widened to the man in front of me.

Holy fuck, he was beautiful.

Nick's p.o.v

"Are you ok?" I asked the beautiful stranger, after seeing the shit that went down a few minutes ago.

Instead of getting a response, the mysterious girl just held eye contact with me.I took the opportunity to glance over her features, big doe eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, naturally long eyelashes, chubby cheeks and her perfect pink lips.

She was perfectly beautiful.

Neither of us spoke, nor did we break the eye contact that was held.

"Huh"

She finally spoke up, looking away and breaking our eye contact

God her voice, it was like a lullaby being sang by an angel.

"Are you ok?, you know from all the shit that went down between you and your boyfriend a few minutes ago". I repeated myself, but making obvious on what I was asking.

"Yeah I'm honestly relief that we're done with each other" She responded.

"Why?"I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but I was curious.

Without replying, she lifted her shirt a little, showing me a bruise that still looked fresh.

"Oh" was all I managed to say.He had been abusing her, why would anyone want to abuse her.I'm not saying anyone should be abuse, but it's her, just look at her.

She looked at me with a small frown, before looking away again."You got what you wanted to hear, shouldn't you be going now?"she questioned.

"No? I wanted to hangout with you, unless you don't want to or your leaving" I responded, and she looks back at me with those eyes again.fuck.

"You wanna hangout with me?" she points to herself her, voice laced with confusion, still looking up at me.

"Yeah unless you don't want too, it's ok" I said, making eye contact with her once again.

"Uh sure" her reply was short an simple, but I didn't push it, I'm getting to hang with her.

"What's your name?" she questioned, I took a seat on the porch where she sat."Nick, what about you, what's your name?" she looks at me before responding.

"Y/n" she said

Oh Y/n.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n" I put my hand out to her for a handshake, which she took."It's nice to meet you Nick"she shook my hand with a smile on her face.

The time flew by fast, I didn't even realize it been two hours already, she didn't seem to notice either.

"You wanna get out of here?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask her.A slow smile made it's way up her face "sure, where do you wanna go?"

"Come with me" I stand up, and offered my hand to her.She took my hand hesitantly, "I won't kidnap you, don't worry" I chuckled at her.

"Don't joke about it" she lightly tapped my shoulder, causing me to laugh out.

I noticed she was still holding onto my hand, so I interviewed both of our fingers together.She glanced back at me before turning away, with those two seconds she looked at me I saw red her cheeks had gotten.

Fuck.This woman would be the death of me.

Your Author p.o.v

Nick held on to Y/n's hand gently, as he led her through the shrinking crowd, to where his motorbike was parked.As they reached closer tothe bike Nick couldn't help but to notice how her hand trembled from the cold wind, without a second thought he took off his leather jacket,wrapping it around her small figure.

He was so close to her, she could've smell his expensive cologne.A blush spread around both of their faces when they realize how close they were.

"Um you sit over here, you'll need to grab onto me" Nick stated looking away, his face still burning bright red.

As he started the bike, she hugged his back lightly suddenly feeling a little frightened."You can hug me if your scard, I don't mind" he said after feeling her grip tighten around him slightly.

After making sure they were both secured, he took off, heading to where he always hang around. The beach.

Feeling the cool breeze, Y/n tilted her head back enjoying the wind that brush past her. She didn't know why she trusted Nick so much, literally three hours ago she didn't even know he existed, yet she trusted him more than she ever trusted Adam.

She didn't even realize the bike came to a halt, she was to busy enjoying the peace she hasn't felt in a long time. Nick climbed out the bike, before helping her out as well.

In silence, they sat on the sand, listening and watching how the gentle waves crash onto the beach shore. The full moon shined brightly onto them, setting a romantic tension between the strangers-friends.

Neither of them wanted to break the silence nor did they wanted it to keep on going. "I like it here, it's very nice" Y/n said, finally breaking the tension.

"Yeah I come here all the time whenever I feel stress" Nick responded, turning to look at the girl who sat at his right.

Even in a state of mess, she still looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Nick thought to himself, admiring the girl who he was so whipped up for after knowing her for only three hours. "So it's like your secret spot? "Y/n asked, turning to him only to find him already looking at her.

She didn't know why but seeing the way he looked at her somehow flustered her. "Yeah it is, it's nice to finally share it with someone" he chuckled, causing her to burst out in fits of giggles.

Soon they laughter died down, which left them gazing into each other eyes. Y/n couldn't understand why her heart was beating so fast for him.

Nick could also feel his heart, beating so fast, like it wanted to jump out his chest. Not realizing, they both were leaning in towards each other, still holding the eye contact with each other.

"Y/n" he said softly, as if he was scared the world would hear and ruin it for him. "Yes Nick" she answered back with the same tenderness in her voice.

"Please let me kiss you, only this once" he gazed into her eyes with hope. "You can kiss me Nick" she replied, to which he instantly cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips up against hers softly.

Almost immediately she kissed him back, it was like she was waiting for all night. Her hands moved up to behind his neck, while his dropped to her waist to pull her closer.

The kiss was passionate, it was like a kiss between to souls that's finally been connected. Sadly, the kiss was broken apart, only for them to catch their breath.

Much to Nick's disappointment, he was happy he got to kiss her. With unsteady breath, they rested they forehead against each other's.

Her eyes were still closed, when he spoke up. "Y/n" he called out, "Mhm" she answered with her eyes still shut. "Look at me" slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted with instant eye contact with him.

"Give me a chance, give me a chance to hold you, to love you, to care for you, to worry about you, to know you, just give me a chance I promise to treat you right, better than your shitty ex boyfriend ever did, take how much time you need just don't say no to me"

She didn't mean to get emotional, but she couldn't help it. No one ever been so sincere with her after Adam.

Small tears clouded her eyes, as his words replayed in her head. Noticing the tears in her eyes, Nick starts to panic, thinking he probably fucked up or made her uncomfortable.

Not knowing what the future holds, they were happy.

She gave him a chance.

Not directly to be her lover, but to prove himself to her.

In which he did.

They were soulmates.

Lovers.

#mcyt x reader smut #dsmp fic #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp smut #dsmp smut #dream #georgenotfound #mcyt smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #myct #sapnap x reader #sapnap smut #sapnap

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sweaterkittensahoy · 5 months

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thinking about bucky who is used to taking care of everyone (because he loves it! he really does!) and then when he marries buck and marge they absolutely dote on him and spoil him rotten and it takes him awhile to adjust but he loves it (and them) sooooo much

[This was supposed to not be smutty but it went smutty. Not mad about it, and also fucking John is definitely a way to take care of him. Anyway. I hope you enjoy!]

It's late when John makes it home for leave. He's been up since before dawn to take one of his more nervous new pilots up for an unofficial training session, and then he'd gotten on the train, planning to nap. But there'd been too much noise, people in high spirits all around him, even when he switched cars. When he finally gets off the train, he's tired to his bones and staying upright mostly through force of will.

Marge is waiting on the platform, neatly pressed in a light pink dress Bucky recognizes as one he sent her for her birthday. Her hair's up, and he desperately wants to bury his face in her neck and just hold her close.

But not quite yet.

"There you are!" she chirps and wraps him in a tight hug. He hugs her just as tight in return. Marge has made a point of always hugging him tight when she sees him. "I'll do a lot of things to keep things subtle, but I'm not missing the chance you hug you, John Egan," she'd scolded him once, years ago.

Bucky kisses her cheek as they pull away from each other, then makes a show of offering Marge his arm. She giggles and wraps both hands around his bicep, bumping against him.

"Let's get your bag," she says. "I'm sure you'd like to get to the house and get to sleep."

"I look that bad?" Bucky asks.

"I know a little something about how tired pilots can look," Marge replies. "I married one, you know."

"Did you now?" Bucky loves the way she grins, always up to joke with him. "Did he beat me here?"

"Nope," Marge says as they step over to the baggage car. "Got delayed two whole days because of some sort of mix-up on base. I can show you his letter. He went into detail, but honestly, I refuse to remember any of it."

Bucky chuckles. "Not worth your time if your man isn't coming?"

Marge's gaze goes sharp and teasing for a single moment. "You know me so well, John," she says, and her nails dig into his arm for just a moment. "You know I always prefer my man to come on time."

Bucky is glad they're at the back of the crowd so no one can hear him sputter. "Marge!" he hisses.

She laughs and steps forward, looking for Bucky's duffel. He watches her move, catches the way she sways her hips then glances back at him with a knowing smirk on her mouth.

"Found it!" Marge says.

Bucky cuts into the crowd and picks up his duffel. "Lead the way," he says, and in the push and pull of the crowd, he manages a quick caress of Marge's hip.

She's parked in the middle of the lot. Bucky puts his duffel in the trunk, and she holds up the keys. "Do you want to drive, or are you too tired?" she asks.

Bucky yawns like he's trying to make a joke, but he really is just that tired. "You go ahead," he says.

Marge glances around, then leans against him and stretches up on her toes. "Kiss me quick," she says.

"We'll be home in fifteen minutes," Bucky replies, even as he glances around himself.

"I love when you're home," Marge murmurs.

Warmth laps through Bucky likes waves. He confirms one more time they're alone, then steals the kiss Marge wants to give him. She hums in pleasure, and he has to force himself to pull away.

"Okay, come on," Marge says, turning on her heel, making her skirt flare. Bucky catches a glimpse of the backs of her thighs, and he wants to drop to his knees and bury his face in that spot, smell her inner thighs and kiss just above the lace tops he knows she prefers.

He gets into the car instead, and Marge starts it up and backs them out. The town is dark and quiet, and three blocks from the station, Marge reaches for his hand and pulls. Bucky scoots across the seat and sighs when Marge slips his hand between her legs, just above her knees. "You're trouble tonight," he says.

"I've missed you," Marge replies. "I always miss you."

"You've got a whole other fella," Bucky teases.

Marge cuts him a look he can read even in the dark. "I've got two whole fellas I love, John. You know that."

"I know," he says. He presses his lips into her hair. There's no one else on the road. "Sorry. I'm just tired. I've been up since four."

"Oh, you poor man," Marge says. She rubs her hand on his cheek, then puts it back on the steering wheel. "Let me take care of you a little," she says. "You can take a quick nap while I run you a bath, then you can have a good soak while I lay out your pajamas. I can make you a snack, too."

"You don't need to go through the trouble, sweetheart. I can handle it."

"I like taking care of you," Marge says as she takes the turn that'll take them out of town to the house. "Let me."

Bucky wants to argue, but her hair smells like flowers, and her thigh is warm under his hand, and she's missed him so much she'd chanced a kiss in the parking lot. "Starting to think you might like me, Margie."

"I love you to absolute pieces, John," she replies.

Buck closes his eyes as Marge turns into the drive and hums a little of Blue Skies. Marge sings a few bars as she parks the car and cuts the engine.

"Come on," she says. "We're home."

Bucky lies down while Marge runs the bath, but he doesn't sleep. The rest is nice, though. Marge makes it nicer by coming in a few minutes before the bath is ready and lying with him, kissing his cheeks and his nose and his mouth. They're soft, easy kisses, and Bucky drinks them up. He misses her so much when he's gone, even more than he misses Buck sometimes. But it's easy to cross the state line and visit his old war buddy. It's harder to just show up on the doorstep of the respected Mr. and Mrs. Cleven without raising eyebrows.

"Come on," Marge says. "Get in the tub."

"Join me?" John asks.

Marge grins. "Okay," she says. "But you get in first. I'll be there in a minute."

Bucky strips and walks into the bathroom. The water is wonderfully hot, and he sinks in with a happy sigh. When Marge walks in a few minutes later, she's wearing a silk robe, and Bucky stares in unabashed want at the way it frames her hips and waist and shows the lovely peaks of her nipples.

She gives him a mischievous grin and reaches for the tie, slowly pulling it loose, then holding the sides of the robe together as she shimmies it off her shoulders.

"Oh, you're killing me," Bucky groans.

Marge laughs and throws the robe off, leaving it on the floor as she walks to the tub and steps in. She sits on Bucky's lap, facing him, and holds his head as she kisses him hard.

Bucky gets his hands on her back, then trails his fingers up and down before cupping her ass and pressing her closer, trapping his half-hard cock between them. Marge scratches into his hair, and he gasps into her mouth.

"That's it, sweetheart," she murmurs. "Let me welcome you home."

They go back to kissing, and Bucky slips a hand between them to drag his thumb up and down Marge's clit. She giggles and shivers and reaches down to hold his cock, rubbing her thumb around the flared edge of his cock head.

"I haven't had anyone at home for a few months, John," she murmurs. "I hope you'll still fit."

"Jesus, Marge, your mouth," he says with a grunt, and Marge laughs as he grabs her hips and helps her stand. She rests one knee on the edge of the tub and bites her bottom lip when Bucky breathes against her cunt. Bucky lifts his head so he can kiss her slit, then drag his tongue just inside her folds.

"Oh, John," Marge sighs. She has both hands on the wall, and she rolls her hips, grunting when Bucky's grip holds her in place. "Tease," she says.

Bucky licks into her again, then trails his mouth up so he can suck her clit. She shivers and drops one hand to grab his hair. She doesn't try to direct him, just holds on. Bucky loves when she does that, just holds on so he can taste her. He presses his nose into her and sucks hard, then drops his jaw so he can drag his mouth closed with her cunt framing his lips.

"Oh," Marge whimpers. "Oh. Oh."

He licks and sucks and nuzzles, dragging one hand from her hip so he can slide a finger inside of her. She groans and slumps forward a little. Bucky pauses to make sure she's not going to fall, and then he slides in another finger just as he hums right on her clit.

"JOHN!"

Bucky chuckles against her, and he rubs his face back and forth as he keeps pushing his fingers in and pulling them out, crooking them because he knows she loves the drag of it.

"Oh, god. Oh, god. Let me. John. I'm gonna fall if you keep–"

He feels her knees start to bend and kisses her belly and ribs and chest as she sinks back into the water. She moves slowly enough he can keep his fingers inside of her as she sits. She clenches around him when they're eye to eye, and she nips his bottom lip as he rubs his thumb on her clit again.

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you," she says.

"You are," Bucky replies because it's true.

Marge grabs his wrist and pulls his fingers free. She takes his cock and pushes up on her knees. Bucky sucks her nipples as she angles his cock, then slowly starts to slide down into his lap. When she's firm against him, she clenches again, and Bucky groans loudly against her breast.

"That's it," Marge says. "Just like that." She rocks back and forth, making tiny waves as she drives Bucky slowly crazy with the rhythm. He buries his face in her neck and drags his mouth along her shoulder as she grips his shoulders and starts to move a little faster, taking what she wants.

"You're perfect," Bucky murmurs into her skin. "You're so beautiful."

Marge kisses him, tongue dragging slowly against his own. She dips a hand down and rubs her clit while Bucky grabs her ass in both hands and adds a bit more force to each thrust. Marge's breasts bounce in the water, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth, nibbling to make her squeak.��

Marge comes a few minutes later, gasping with a high-pitched noise as Bucky holds her still on his cock and thrusts up again and again until he comes too. She presses their foreheads together, and they breathe each other's air.

They get out of the tub a few minutes later, and Marge pushes Bucky onto the closed lid of the toilet so she can wrap a towel around his shoulders and dry him all over. Bucky watches her as she pats his chest and feels so loved he aches.

"How do you put up with us?" he asks Marge. "Me so tired when I get here, and that other fella running late?"

"It's easy," she says, draping the towel over his lap, then taking his head in her hands so she can kiss his forehead. "I love you," she says. "And I like taking care of you."

"Lucky me," Bucky says. He dries his legs while Marge gets herself toweled off. She's halfway back into her robe when they both hear the front door unlock.

Bucky stands, immediately ready to defend, but then Buck's voice, tired but cheerful, carries through the house. "Marge? Bucky?" he calls.

Marge runs from the bathroom, robe fluttering behind her. Bucky's on her heels, towel around his hips. He comes into the living room just in time to catch the stunned look on Buck's face as Marge flings herself into his arms, completely naked on her front.

"You're here!" Marge shouts and kisses him, wrapping her legs around his waist as Buck gets his hands under her thighs and takes her weight.

Bucky walks around Buck and closes the front door. "Thank goodness we live out of town," he says.

Buck chuckles against Marge's mouth as John kisses the back of his neck, cupping Buck's hip in one hand. "I believe that was your idea, John," he says.

"Well, I'm sometimes the brains of this operation," John replies. Buck turns his head, and they meet for a proper kiss as Marge pets Buck's hair and shoulders and nuzzles his cheek.

"Seems I interrupted something," Buck says after another moment. He sets Marge on her feet, then traces his hands up and down her torso, drinking her in. "Can't say I mind."

"I'd hope not," Marge replies. She knots her robe loosely and takes Buck's hands. "We just finished, actually. I was just making sure our fella was taken care of."

"Oh, I'm sure you did great," Buck replies. He touches Marge's chin, then turns to John, looking him over. "You look exhausted," Buck says.

"No worse than you," John says. Buck's face is bright with happiness, but John can see the fatigue in his eyes. "How the hell you'd get here so quick?"

"Unfucking the situation took a lot less time than we expected," Buck says. He reaches for Marge and tucks her under his arm. He reaches for Bucky and pulls him close, too. "My CO thinks I had some good incentive in wanting to come home."

"If I'd known you were so close, I could have been more patient before I took care of John," Marge says.

Buck grins and kisses Marge on the top of the head. "Oh, honey, I doubt that. You've been looking forward to it too much."

"What?" Bucky asks as Marge and Buck laugh.

"You always show up and immediately take care of us in some way or another," Marge says to Bucky. "Gale and I were going to try and beat you at your own game and take care of you first for once."

Bucky grins, loving the way they're both looking at him like they're quite pleased they'd had a plan. "Well, you definitely did your part, Mrs. Cleven," he says. "But I'll let Mr. Cleven get some rest before he shows me what he's got up his sleeve."

"Just my arms," Buck says, and wraps one against Bucky's waist, skimming his hand up and down Bucky's bare back. "If you two don't mind, I'm ready for bed."

"Me, too," Bucky says. "Marge made sure."

"I sure did," she agrees and tugs on Buck's hand to lead him to the bedroom.

They fall asleep in a warm cuddle, Buck between Marge and Bucky, who both drape across him. When Bucky wakes up in the morning, Buck's kissing his lower belly and kneading his thighs while Marge sits up by the headboard and strokes Bucky's hair.

"Well, good morning to me," Bucky murmurs. He turns his head, prepared to press his face between Marge's legs, but she's situated so he can't get his mouth on her.

"Uh-uh," Marge says. "I told you last night, Gale and I had plans to take care of you first, so stay put and enjoy yourself."

"I'd enjoy myself more with my tongue inside you."

Buck bites hard on Bucky's hip, drawing his attention. "Down here, big boy," he says. "You can make Marge scream once I'm done with you."

"Oh, it's like that?" Bucky tries to roll his hips upward, but Buck presses his hands hard into Bucky's thighs, making movement impossible. Bucky grunts at his strength, going limp against the sheets without any more fight. "Okay, okay," he says. "I will accept this violent need to suck my dick."

"Jerk," Buck mutters, and Bucky's laugh is cut off as Buck lowers his head and licks Bucky from root to tip. He sucks the head of Bucky's cock into his mouth and pulls lightly on Bucky's balls.

Bucky tips his head back, and Marge leans down, kissing him lightly as she slides her hands up and down his chest. She scrapes her nails on his nipples, and he twitches with pleasure. It's added to when Buck takes more of Bucky's cock into his mouth and drools down his shaft.

"We just want to love you a little," Marge says, pressing her thumbs into the tendons on Bucky's neck. "Just want to take care of you like you always take care of us."

"I like taking care of you two," Bucky replies. He gasps when Buck sucks harder, then drags his mouth off Bucky with a loud, wet sound. He drops his head and sucks on Bucky's balls, jerking him as he slides his other hand over Bucky's belly.

"And we like taking care of you," Marge says.

Bucky groans as Buck's hand meets Marge's over his pec. They lace their fingers together, and Bucky raises one hand to lay over the top of theirs. "I know," he says. "I know," he repeats as Buck goes back to sucking his dick. He moans when Buck twists his hand up and down from his lips to the base of Bucky's cock. "Oh, god," he says. "Shit."

Marge kisses his forehead and his nose, then fits their mouths together again, swallowing down Bucky's swearing and moans as Buck sucks and strokes and makes a mess of Bucky's dick.

"I'm–" Bucky grunts when Buck pulls back until only the head of Bucky's cock is in his mouth. He suckles hard, and Bucky comes in his mouth. Bucky flails and grabs Buck's shoulder. "Come here. I wanna–"

"Too late, John," Marge murmurs. "I took care of him in the bathroom before we climbed back into bed. You'll have to wait your turn."

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut. "You're mean, Marge. Why would you do this to me?"

"You love to tease us," she says. "And now you can spend the whole morning driving Gale wild."

"And what about you?"

"Took care of her first," Buck says, chuckling at John's broken moan. "So, you have to tease both of us."

"Was this part of your plan to take care of me?" he asks. "Set me up so I can make you both horny all day?"

"It's one of your favorite hobbies," Buck says.

Bucky laughs and cups Buck's cheek. Buck turns his head to kiss his palm. Marge drops another kiss on his forehead. "Can't argue with that," he says, and he pulls them both as close as he can for the sheer enjoyment of being able to.

#masters of the air #cleganmarge #there's buckymarge and buckybuckmarge and mentioned buckmarge #polyamory #smut

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bowlingmonkey · 8 days

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Yo I'm getting blood drawn and I met this super gay trans man and he recommended "Demonia Cult" to me. He had such sick ass boots on.

#bro looked seven feet tall in those boots. idek how he could drive w them on

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adelitaflores · 2 years

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After every long day, the sun sets

Open starter

Location: Ashmore Arc Country Club

Time: Late afternoon

The Ashmore Arc Country Club was one of the few places in town that the High Priestess Adelita could go without having to worry so much about the eyes on her. Of course the elite who also leisured there had their own reasons for wanting to approach the powerful towns figure, but most understood that ogling and fawning or outwardly seeking out favours or answers to the town’s current crisis, just wasn’t appropriate. Those who fancied themselves better than most, strived to give the appearance of being on a similar level as the likes of Adelita, and as such went out of their way to treat the witch as they would treat any of their equals. Whatever their reasons for giving the witch some respect, Adelita was grateful.

That day had been a hard one. The Flores matriarch had finally cut ties with her secret child and while she had gone about her day business as usual, she had cancelled a couple of evening appointments and had taken herself off to the country club. There, she could relax with just one member of security tailing her. Of course she could have gone home, but then what? Spend the evening avoiding family members enquiring as to why she was home so early? No, Adelita could not bring herself to endure the kind eyes of her mother and the worried cousins asking intrusive questions.

“Another tequila please” the low pitched, and husky voice of Helka’s Own most disruptive High Priestess, as she handed her copita glass to a waitress and smiled politely, nodding her head so that her long, dark curls fell down her front. The almost forty year old woman sat in the corner of the lounge bar, not far from the piano. She wore a simple Chanel black lace dress with a high neck and low back. It hung off her long, willowy frame and ended with a flamboyant finish just above her ankles, exposing black satin pumps, with a ankle strap, featuring high block heels and a double platform. The outfit was simple, understated and yet the expert eye would spot it’s worth.

As the witch leaned back into the plump, cushions of the sofa she sat on, a noise caught her attention and dark, almond shaped eyes quickly found the source, her ageing, yet beautiful features lit up by the dim lamp to her left.

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lvfstvl · 1 year

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recklxssabandon · 2 years

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Image of Tomorrow//Minami & Aja

@ajathings

“A water would be nice, thank you.”

Aja would make time to truly take in her surroundings while Minami was away. A look into a studio was a peek into an artist’s mind, their heart. For Aja, it was the best part of meeting an artist-- not just to see in person what they wish to present, but also to catch a glimpse of what else they have to offer, and what they might be keeping to themselves. Minami would make several statements, but her studio would be making statements of its own.

Minami had already begun making statements of her own. Her red lace dress made apparent that she was intent on making an impression. Though what kind? There were multiple ways a curator could receive it. Perhaps Aja received it in a way Minami did not intend. Or did. Aja smiled, stealing a glance or two before casting her attention to pieces she had come to see. She wasn’t invited to take a closer look, but she stole a few paces forward anyway, letting her eyes trail over the details of each painting. The stark difference between seeing them online and seeing them in person was worth the flight across the sea.

“I suppose I don’t have to tell you that if we were to accept you and your work, you must come prepared with a mission statement,” Aja paced slowly from piece to piece. “You’ll have to describe your process, your objectives, your motivations, so on and so forth. And in this very specific case, you’ll have to defend against accusation of copy-machining and plagiarism.”

Aja turned back to Minami. “But I’m sure you’re accustomed to this already. After all someone with your talent and a clear sense of determination would have neither without having to combat such indelicate interactions in the past.”

Aja took a few strides back. “So. Whenever you’re ready, walk me through it.”

Minami, as a rule, was extremely hard to phase. She had held her own against some of the most frightening people anyone could think of. But as Aja paced along in front of the paintings she felt something against which she had little defence; someone was genuinely and incisively looking at her work.

Once again Ru shot her a look from the centre of the Primavera and she gathered herself together. For just a moment she let her eyes take in the curator, analytically. She was young, for a start. Most of the professionals in the gallery business Minami had dealt with were not. Also, she was a woman and she was direct, slightly formidable even. But that had never put Minami off anything.

She went to the little fridge under the work bench and pulled out a bottle of mineral water, passing it politely to her visitor. She strode up to Primavera, her favourite of this particular triptych.

“I can quash the copyright concern immediately.” She gestured to the figures. “Certainly the poses and positions evoke the original work, but you will not find a single identical brushstroke and every figure is drastically different to the original. This is not plaigurism. It is honest and open homage.”

She paced with a ballet like ease (even in her platform heels) in front of the canvas, her fingers moving in a diaphanous gesture along the bodies of the figures without ever touching the canvas. Something about the lines of a painting brought out the dancer in Minami. It made something primal in her sing.

“Take the three graces on the left side here, Sara, Haru and Mia.”

Unlike the gauzy garments worn by the women in the original panting these three were dressed respectively in a neon cyberpunk ensemble, a full length black catsuit and a flimsy yellow chemise. They were all laughing. Minami glanced conspiratorially at Aja.

“Good friends of mine, they all work at a love hotel two blocks from here.”

Minami’s hand flowed to the figure that would be Hermes.

“This is Kai, he’s an artist in his own right. Video work. But he specialises in drag performance.”

The artist took a step back from the canvas, as if taking it in with fresh eyes.

“These are my people, my contemporaries, my world.” She gave a carefree shrug. “They are as beautiful, as vital to me as any person ever painted by Botticelli or Titian.”

#ajathings #Image of Tomorrow

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