#bring it back olli pls

[bungakusyoujo]

Olli Tukiainen's dashing hairdo (ca. 2001? - 2007)

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[ewwgene-fitzherbert]

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[keraxxx]

I need Oliver and Felix so bad like you don’t understand.. IM DESPERATE.

but can you please write something about brat taming w Oliver 😕🙏 like reader is also a friend of Felix similar to farleigh and she’s just very against Oliver bc she feels like he’s gonna take Felix away from her..

Pls include spanking 😋😋

OMG IM VIBRATING THIS IS A GOOD IDEA. OFC IM GONNA WRITE THIS!! I’m gonna base this off the scene with Farleigh and Oliver a bit. (sorry this is kinda short..)

Brat taming

pairing: oliver quick x bratty f!reader

warnings: spanking, fingering, cursing, manipulation (maybe..), crying, oral (R receiving), slut shaming, roughness, orgasm denial, not proof read.

a/n: HI GUYS! i’m sorry i love this idea so fucking much. ALSO for my series i’m planning to have the next chapter out late night tomorrow or thursday. Anyways enjoy! 💋 (dw i’m getting to the other request soon this one js caught my eye)

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You were lying down in your bed, spread out onto the sheets, your eyes closed and headphones on. You weren’t sleep yet, you couldn’t sleep. Why was he here? You talked to Felix about this earlier.. You were scared Oliver would take Felix from you but of course, Felix denied your accusation and just kissed your head. You knew his friend had some sort of bad intentions you just couldn’t figure out what. Maybe he wanted to steal Felix for himself.. The way he looked at you showed hostility and you hated it. You hum as your eyes squeeze and you groan in frustration just thinking about the idea. You turn on your back and sigh, your hand on your forehead as you try to sleep.

You grunt softly as you feel a sudden pressure on your stomach, causing you to jolt up slightly, your eyes immediately opening. Someone was sitting on top of you. “Ollie?” You ask softly in a confused tone as you take off your headphones. He’s sitting on your stomach, squeezing your sides with his knees. “Ollie.. I think you’re on the wrong room.” You heaved out as he leaned down to look at you. “Am I?” He whispers, his face just inches from yours. He locks eyes with you, causing you to whine softly.

“You need to learn to behave.” Oliver growls. “Get up.” He commands as he gets off your stomach, allowing you to breathe more clearly. You hesitantly get up off the bed only for him to pull you back down onto him. He bent you over his lap in a painful way. You groan as his hand teases the soft silk fabric of your short white nightgown. “You have such a big mouth.. You can never stay quiet, huh? You need to learn to fucking whisper.” He hisses as he takes his free hand and forcefully grabs your cheeks, bringing your face up slightly as he leans down to yours. “You’re such a fucking slut for Felix.. Now shut up and behave for me.” He whispered before releasing you from his grip again. His hand at the edge of your nightgown slowly lifted up and bunched your gown around your waist, revealing your panties.

Oliver tuts as he looks at them, causing you to muffle a grunt. “Ollie I-“ He cuts you off with a loud smack on your ass. You yelp out loud and choke out a sob as he grabs your face again. “I said.. shut up and behave.” He raises his hand again and slapped your bottom. “Ollie please!” You moan out as he rubs your cheek to calm the sore redness threatening to appear soon. “Shut up.” He hissed again as he puts his free hand over your mouth. His hand slowly trails down your ass cheek and teases the wet mound under your panties, causing you to gyrate against his hand ever so slightly, soft and muffled whines spilling from your lips.

“You’re so wet..” Oliver chuckled as he watched you rub yourself against his hand. “You’re a slut for me too?” He whispers curiously. “I thought you ‘fucking hated me?’” “I do.” You say muffled, causing him to grip your face tighter. “Then why are you dripping all over?” He smirks before moving your panties to the side, revealing the sweet and succulent smell of your cunt. He moans in satisfaction before rubbing his middle finger against your drooling hole. His finger slowly teases its way into your cunt, causing you to moan, your legs squeezing together. He slowly pumps his finger in and out of your aching hole, your soft whimpers almost pouring through his hand.

“Will you behave?” He asks again in a hurried whisper and you gasp out a short yes. “Aww..” He coos as he watched you helplessly grind yourself into his finger. He lets out a dry laugh before shoving another finger into your tight hole. The gush of your juices spilling out onto his fingers makes you embarrassed. You hated him so much.. yet he’s fingering you in your own bedroom and you’re letting him. You moan as he picks up the pace of pounding your pussy, his fingers stretching you out in the slightest.

“I’m so close.” You whine into his hand and he snickers. “Yeah?” You nod and immediately your orgasm is ripped from you. You scoff as you look at him. “Ollie.. Please.” You whimpered out as he removed his hand from your mouth. He enticingly moves his cunt soaked fingers to his lips, teasing at his bottom lip before gently licking and sucking them clean. You watch him in awe, as if you’re in a trance. He removes his fingers from his mouth and hums. “There you go.. good girl.” He smirks. “You finally shut up.”

Oliver picks you up from his lap and places you on your bed, laying on top of you. He caress the side of your neck before gently placing his lips on yours. “Can you taste yourself?” He teases against your lips and you nod slowly as he pulls away. He trails down your body, touching and feelings your chest and stomach before he makes his way to your aching pussy. Oliver eagerly rips your panties from your body, causing a groan to escape your mouth. He looks at you knowingly before he lifts your thighs over his shoulders. “Shh..” He hushes before sticking out his tongue and placing it into your throbbing clit. Your back arches up at the sensation of his tongue rubbing circles into your clit, one of your hands finding its way to his hair and the other covering your mouth to stay silent. He eats your pussy like a hungry man, slurping up any juice that falls from you, his hands gripping the thighs on his shoulders. He slaps the side of your thigh as he teases your entrance with his tongue. Your jaw drops open into inaudible moans, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed. He places kisses on your clit and lips, jolts of euphoria getting sent through your body as your legs begin to shake.

“You’re so close.. I just know it.” Oliver whispers into your pussy before indulging himself in it again. You choke back a sob as you tug at his hair, confirming his idea. He pulls away and rubs your clit. “Come on slut.” He coos as the knot in your stomach went away, releasing your juices all over your sheets. Oliver smirks to himself as he goes back down and licks you clean. Your jaw is left wide open as you watch him. He pulls himself up to your face and looks into your eyes again.

“Stop talking to others about me..” He whispers and you nod. “..’m sorry.” You say softly as his gaze softens.

“Good.”

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (13)

In which they visit Paris!

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-- olbreylovers YES THATS DEFINETLY HER THEYRE SOFT LAUNCHINGGG

scuderiaferrari stick to italian

-- user2 ADMIN!!

landonorris nice sunnies

-- olliebearman thanks their borrowed

-- aubreyyang pls return them I can't see 😔

-- olliebearman omw 🏃‍♂️

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-- aubreyyang miss u bae

aryansimhadri pls bring me back a t shirt too

-- aubreyyang will do

user1 THEYRE SHARING SUNGLASSES = THEYRE IN LOVEEE

alexandrasaintmleux mignon

-- aubreyyang je t'adore <3

aubreyyfanpagee I love how we have collectively decided that yes, they are dating

MESSAGES

ollie

r u still up 😊

aubrey

yep what's up

ollie

wanna come to my room and watch a movie?

aubrey

ive heard that line before

ollie

NOOO I would just like some cuddles and a Disney movie pls

aubrey

okay :)

let me shower and ill head over

ollie

see you in 20

Aubrey examined her outfit: a big Ferrari shirt given to her through PR, a pair of cotton shorts and white scrunch socks. 

She figured it hardly mattered; more and more everyday, she was sure that Ollie would think she was beautiful not matter what she wore. 

When she showed up at his door, he was very broad, damp and shirtless. 

Not to brag, but she was one of the biggest young names in Hollywood. She’d worked with male models and actors alike, but none of them managed to stir up a storm in the pit of her stomach like Ollie could. 

His sweatpants (grey) were slung low on his hips, and he had a towel in one hand. With a dopey grin, he swung her into his arms as she squealed. 

“Oliver, you’re getting water in my hair! I just blew dried it!”

“Yeah? Looks nice.” He told her, all wide innocent eyes as he dumped her on his bed. The big television had Cars 1 & 2 queued up already. 

“Nice,” she grinned as he settled in beside her, “very fitting.”

“I thought you’d appreciate my wittiness.” He shrugged modestly, and she poked his rib. 

“Watch the movie, Bearman.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He casually flopped over onto her lap, laughing when she groaned at his weight. Aubrey slid her right leg under him, and he shifted so he was lying between her legs, still facing the TV with his head resting on her stomach. 

“How are you liking France?” He murmured, sliding a big hand up and down her calf.  Something low and hot bubbled in her stomach and only intensified when he dragged the tip of his nose over the sensitive skin of her thigh.

“I love it here. It’s so rare I get to practice my French now,” she carded her fingers through his soft brown hair, “how about you?”

“It’s…” he sighed contentedly, pushing up into her hand like a puppy dog, “it’s…really nice, doing touristy stuff. During race weekends we don’t get to.”

“Hmm. And there’s not much paparazzi around. In America, it’s so terrible. I just want to hide away in my apartment.”

“I’ll bet. Sometimes I forget that you’re super famous.” He admitted, stroking her ankle with his thumb.

“Sometimes I forget when I’m with you too.”

“I think that’s good. We’re just…two normal people.”

“Do you remember my Elle magazine interview?”

“How could I not?” He answered quietly, and she flushed. 

“I meant what I said you know. You and Charl and Alex and Lily…I’ve never got to be a teenager and this is really nice.”

“Me too. I mean this is pretty glamorous, but,” 

“It’s still better than just the cameras and the fame.” She concluded for him, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

“You’re better than any camera and all of the fame in the world, Yang.” He murmured.

Her fingers slid to his ear, fiddling with the soft his earlobe.

She wondered what they were. He was her best friend, no one could make her laugh or feel so much like he could. Being with his was easier than it had been with Mace or anyone else. He always told her what he was thinking.

"You are something special, Ollie Bearman."

Aubrey woke up to the sound of a Shakira song and a space heater pressed up against her. 

She realized, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, that the Shakira song was Charles’s ringtone and the space heater was one Ollie Bearman. 

She was tucked under the covers, her legs tangled with his much longer ones. Her face was pressed into his bicep, his forearms locked firmly around her waist. He looked so angelic, sleeping through Hips Don’t Lie. She sat up slowly, reaching for her phone. 

“Hello?” She asked blearily.

“Hello? That’s all you have to say for yourself? Alex and I are worried sick! Where are you?”

“Oh, shit. Sorry! I fell asleep in Ollie’s room,” she heard Alex yell on the other side of the line and Charles gasp, “no! Not like that. We watched a movie and knocked out, honest.” 

She felt like she’d been caught by her parents. 

“Aubrey?” Alex came onto the phone, “You will tell me everything later. Also can we please leave before lunch to shop? Charl owes me a bag. I told him you two would end up in a situation like this!”

“You guys bet about us?” Ollie lifted his head, squinting up at her. 

“No..?” The older woman tried, “Okay, yes. See you in an hour!”

“Wha..” He asked, voice deep from sleep. She bit her lip, no one should look that good waking up.

He pulled her back down, pressing his face into her hair. 

“We should get up,” she murmured, having no intention of moving for a while. 

“Sure.” He replied, burrowing them further into the sheets. 

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celine_diorr another fallen soldier :(

-- aubberieyaang HE TOLD ME IM BETTER THAN FAME

-- celine_diorr damn maybe hes kinda good to keep around if he can get us more paddock passes

-- chuck_bushes yo can I get in on that

walkdontrun EW THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS PAGE

-- aubberieyaang ...

liv_laugh_love maybe so american was actually about you guys all along

-- aubberieyaang still a banger tho

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[muneca-lemon-steppa]

hi mo! i want to wish you a HUGE congrats on your milestone (: you deserve every single follow and like and reblog! your writing is so, so good and it brings me sm comfort if youre still taking requests, can i pls request alfie + “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”

Oh Noni this was so sweet! You are so so kind. It brings me immense joy that my writing brings you comfort. That is the greatest compliment I could ever receive. I’m sending all my love to you darling, I hope you enjoy this.

Guys this is the last request from our 100 Follower Celebration!!! This was so fun and I am so in love with the community we have built here together!!! I’m currently working on our final installment of Interviews for New Beginnings!!! Anyway I love y’all so much, have an amazing day my loves!! - Mo

100 Follower Celebration: Always

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing

“Mr. Solomons. I know you don’t want to hear this… or anything I’ve said the past 10 years I’ve been your physician… but you really need to watch your stress levels sir. It may very well kill you one day.”

Dr. Young had been treating Alfie Solomons exclusively for 10 years. Every stab wound, bullet hole, and influenza season had been watched over diligently by the good doctor. But every month his largest concern was Alfie Solomons’ blood pressure and tension headaches. Unfortunately for Dr. Young… Alfie Solomons was the worst patient he ever had.

Alfie ripped the stethoscope off his burly chest and threw it back at his doctor, “Bah fuck off. Respectfully of course. I’m fine. I’m going to live longer than you mark my words. Stress is good for the body.”

Dr. Young shrugged, there was no use fighting with Alfie. Usually Alfie would see reason and silently beckon and repent right before death came knocking, “If you believe Mr. Solomons. Anyway I want you to keep counting your pulse and recording it. Not that you’ll do it I wager. But I’ll be back same time next week.”

“Yeah, right. See Ollie gives you your fee. And double check with my secretary that your window is still open.”

Dr. Young smiles, “I’ll be sure to let her know that I gave you a task so that she keeps you accountable as well.”

As he walked out, leaning heavily on his wooden cane to offset his heavy medical bag, Alfie hollered after him, “You will do no such thing damn you! Ask her the schedule and nothing else!”

Alfie hears the slight chuckle of his ancient physician behind the closed door. Alfie finally lets out the sigh of relief he had been holding tightly all morning. His head falls into his calloused hands. The slow and rhythmic push and rush of his palms against his eyes and temple soothe the panging and banging in his head. An ache that has been ever present for the past few days. One that hasn’t been aided at all by the lack of water in his day to day.

The past few days have been Alfie’s own personal hell. The Americans’ prohibition on spirits has added another layer of problems to the business. New men had been hired and were not all bright, causing more mistakes than their bodies were worth. Cops were getting greedy, and were needing more to smooth their hands and seal their lips. Usually, a boss would have been able to hand off problems to lower levels. Not Alfie. Never Alfie. Alfie doesn’t get to give jobs to anyone else. No one wants to help Alfie. Alfie is to solve every problem. By himself. If he doesn’t do it, it will not get done. If he doesn’t fix it, everything will fall. But it’s always been like this. Ever since his father passed away, he’s been the man. He’s been the fixer. The protector. The boss. The leader. He alone can do it. He alone does it. He alone. He is alone.

Through the barricade of his stress and rage and sweat and stiff muscles, he hears his door click open, and the soft tap of your feet across the floor boards. Your sweet bell voice tingles his nerves, “Alright Alfie I set up Dr. Young’s appointment next week so you are all settled. This afternoon you have two more meetings. Mr. Yusef and Mr. Edmonds. Also you will need to look over the shipping particulars for the shipment to New York in three we- Alfie are you alright?”

You pause looking at his face. He’s always looked rather scruffy and wild but this was different. His face was gaunt and ashen. His usually ruddy cheeks were pale and covered in a thin sheen of sick sweat. Those bright blue and sparkling eyes looked glossy. If you didn’t know better… they could almost be tears.

You don’t even let him try and explain away his symptoms.

“We’re cancelling the rest of your meetings today. No arguements.”

Screaming. Shouting. Bellowing. The glass in the window panes shake. The wood of the desks bang like the sound of gunshots and canons. “VILE WOMAN YOU TOUCH THAT CALENDAR YOU ARE FIRED DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU BRING YOURSELF BACK HERE NOW!”

You ignore him, calling the other secretaries, having to shout over the bellows and cries of your melodramatic yet beloved boss. The excuse you concocted didn’t matter. You wouldn’t care to remember the story you told. You would deal with it later. What mattered was clearing the calendar to make sure that Alfie could be released from his bindings that he so tightly wound around himself cutting the circulation and breath of peace.

You set the cornflower blue and cream colored tea pot on the little stove in the corner. Gingerly stoking the flame, coaxing warmth and light into a sweet roar. You call for hearty treats from the bakery next door, a good array to settle the spirit of your war laden boss. Soon the tea is ready and the soulful remedies are set. The roaring of the animal in the office has settled into rumbles. It was safe to enter.

Upon entering Alfie is again shouting, “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve treacle. I am your boss. I am your superior officer. I pay your paycheck. And you have the absolute fucking audacity to…”

You let the hot words wash over you like a summer storm. You place your tools of healing on Alfie’s desk, swiftly and quietly. You take your spot in your chair across from him, grabbing his worry worn wooden pipe and filling it with his tobacco. Like a dance you’ve done a thousand times, he gingerly takes that pipe from you as he’s still yelling and scolding, pausing briefly to light it and suck in that air like it’s his last meal.

You smile as he blusters on like a thunder cloud. There was no true threat. You would never really be fired. Even if he was cross with you. There was a certain comfort in the noise. Like the storm cloud the noise signified that there was still life and that a calm would soon follow. But there was still the tightness in his shoulders. There was still that look you saw before he started to storm and blow. In a feat of courage you cocked your head to the side, “When was the last time someone hugged you?”

Immediate silence.

“What. What the fuck did you just ask me?”

“When’s the last time someone hugged you? You look like you need one sir.”

His index finger might as well have been a loaded pistol the way he pointed at you, “Men do not hug. I have never been hugged nor will I ever hug do you hear me? Hugged?! It’s even a ridiculous word. I mean… hugged?! No! I don’t want one I don’t need one that is completely and utterly ridiculous!”

You smile, knowing that he would say something like that. As if approaching a wild dog you put your hand out, offering yourself to him. Offering your vulnerability to him. Alfie stared down as thought it held an invisible gun, unsure what it was you held. Carefully and out of practice, he slowly slipped his hand in yours. Cool and smooth fingertips against is hot rough hands. Your hands so easily slips around his, finally finding its home. To Alfie’s absolute shock, he watches as your perfect thumb runs patterns and circles around his scarred knuckles and ornate rings. He watches the way your lashes flutter and soft smile blooms on your face. In a gentle caress to his ears you say, “You know you don’t have to keep it all inside. You can ask for help.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. But doesn’t move his hand away, “I don’t need help.”

You laugh, and he feels his heart skip, “Oh I’m sure you don’t. I’m sure you could run this entire thing by yourself.”

“I could.”

“I know.”

Alfie hums, satisfied that he’s won enough. You sit in silence, the muffled sounds of the distillery and street below being the only signs that you’re still on Earth. Alfie never moved his hand, never responding to your ministrations beyond a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you… for… being here.” Alfie finally breaks the silence. He can’t help the blush that rises to his ears and cheeks. He can’t look away from the smile on your perfect lips.

You nod at him, squeezing his hand and shaking it. “Always.”

[vanishingcherry]

Hi! I see the requests are open so can I get social media au for Ollie Bearman with camille pidoux as the y/n face claim? (I'll drop the detail of request and the face claim's intagram on the next one)

based on this request. hii! thank you sooo much for your request, i absolutely loved the details and tried to make it as perfect as possible.

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(EXTRA)ORDINARY LOVE

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olliefan1 this is like a hair appreciation post

formula1forever its the way we dont even know what she looks like but everyone is already simping over her

↳ olliefan2 its her vibes... theyre captivatingly powerful

olliefan3 I JUST WANNA KNOW HER NAME PLS OLLIE

olliesmysterygf we love someone who loves books

For as long as you could remember, Ollie Bearman had been in your life. Your parents claimed that the two of you met in 4th grade, but you could swear you had known him much longer. It was as though your brain was engraved with images and stories from his childhood, his old picture-books being your main source of entertainment at his home.

The two of you were inseparable growing up. Everyone gave up at some point, your parents, teachers and even friends. You came as a set, and that didn't change when you started dating.

Admittedly, you had been hesitant at first. You loved him, there was no doubt of that. It was clear as day to the both of you as well as everyone else. He loved you too, more than he thought possible. But his career prospects meant he would be far away from home majority of the year. Quite simply, you were afraid he would forget about you one day, leaving you behind, heartbroken and alone. Even as friends you found it hard when he left, it felt like the other piece of you was no longer there.

However, in classic Ollie fashion, he managed to convince you. Alongside a plethora of gifts and little notes, he made a promise to never do anything to hurt you or let you forget your worth. Till date he had kept that promise, not once giving you reason to worry.

The two of you were older now, no longer little kids running around in the backyard after school, but the intensity of your love was the same. Although you couldn't be with him in person all the time, you cherished the moments you could. You went on dates all the time, simple and quiet ones, but they were incredible nonetheless.

Ollie would regularly take you to bookstores, feeding into your love of reading. He didn't read much himself, and was perfectly content sitting back and watching you pick out things to read, looking over the back cover before bringing them back for him to hold. He didn't mind, he'd do anything for you. You were perhaps one of the few people in his life who had never used him for his fame, never befriended him with the sole purpose of scoring passes to a race. It was why he had vowed to himself to never lose you, he understood how rare it was to find someone who cared as much as you did.

Another sign of Ollie being perfect was the fact that your cat absolutely adored him. The moment Ollie entered a room, your cat would forget about everything else entirely, although you understood why, you sometimes wished you could do the same as well.

You loved him, and he loved you. That was all you knew, and all you needed to know.

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yourusername a little bearman appreciation post (because no matter what, ill always love you)

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yourbff HIS HAIR IN THE SECOND PICTURE

↳ olliebearman ITS HELMET HAIR LEAVE ME ALONE

olliebearman thank you my love ❤️

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yourfriend you guys are so cute together!

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olliebearman so, so proud and so delighted to tell you that the love of my life got into cambridge! shes the genius out of the two of us, if you couldn't tell... i love you so much darling! ❤️

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olliefan4 CAMBRIDGE? DAMN RIGHT SHES A GENIUS

f2fan ollie is a genius too, he was smart enough to get the prettiest person ive ever seen

↳ olliefan5 yes bcs i want that pink sweater so bad

olliefan6 he brings her flowers that so sweet

↳ bearboy and the way the flowers match her outfit too like this man thought of everything

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olliebearman it seems you have found her... so i present to you the most wonderful person in the world- my girlfriend yn.

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olliefan7 not the emphasis on "my girlfriend" like that man knows were gonna try and steal her

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↳ olliefan8 SHES COMMENTING ON HIS POSTS NOW

↳ olliefan9 yes cause we know who she is now

olliefan10 SHES SO PRETTY NO WAY

olliefan11 watch this account become a yn fanpage now bcs honestly i would do the same

[itaerae]

🎧 Annon is so so right no one writes for Ollie and it’s so sad bc I can’t move on even tho Bp has been over for a while.. Ik you’ve already done a lot of Ollie stuff so it’s ok to decline. But can you pls do a grumpy/sunshine Ollie fic? Ik you kinda already did kind of a similar concept but maybe you could do a diff au? It would be so adorbs in ur writing style ty so muchh

but i like you — l. ollie

pairing: coworker!ollie x reader

synopsis: ollie is one year your senior and frequently helps you out at your florist job. only problem ? he’s quite cold to you ! what happens when this one shift pushes him on edge ?

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

authors notes: this fic is purely inspired by lyrics from 'but i like you’ by bnd ! sorry i took so long to post this, i had a cold and summer school work on top of it so i was really unmotivated. anyway, happy reading ! ⟡

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the bell rung as you walked into the floral shop. your sight was greeted by your coworker, ollie, who appeared to be working on a bouquet. deciding not to bother him, you clocked in for your shift and started rearranging some boxes.

ollie was glancing in your direction every so often, making sure you hadn't injured yourself lifting such heavy objects. he noticed you were struggling with a particular box and decided to help out.

"let me do it for you." he stated, grabbing the box from you, accidentally brushing against your hand in the process. you smiled and thanked him, to which he only nods, turning away from you to put the box up.

i think my hand touched hers. she grins at me, how is she so pretty ? a blush spread like wildfire on his cheeks.

the bell rung once again, letting you both know a customer had walked in. "hi welcome to in bloom— TAERAE !" you eyes lit up as saw the customer, your older brother.

"hey, (nickname) !" he pulled you into a side hug. ollie stared at the both of you from the counter for a bit before returning to what he was doing.

"so, what brings you in here today ?" you inquired jokingly, raising a brow at him. taerae chuckles and pats you on the head.

"just picking up some flowers for a friend's graduation and stopping by to see my favorite person~" taerae teased back. suddenly a loud crash is heard and ollie speaks up.

"oh sorry, a flower pot fell off the shelf. i'll be in the back cleaning up, (name)." before you could reply, he already walked away. you sighed quietly before leading your brother to the bouquets of carnations.

i saw you linking arms with him, should i just go for it ? who is he ?

your brother finally left the shop and it was just you and ollie once again. he emerges from the storage room. "oh, did the customer leave already ?" he asked, looking around the store. you nod.

"ah, you two seemed pretty close. do you know him ?" he goes over to rearrange some bouquets and gestures you to follow.

"of course, he's my older brother !" ollies face flushes with embarrassment and the jealousy fades instantly. he should've known, he thought to himself. think of me as a fool. "i see."

a comforting silence falls on the both of you before you decide to speak up. "ollie i've noticed you rarely face me whenever we speak, why is that ?" you were really curious now.

the question catches him off guard. another moment of silence passes. he looks up at you, still avoiding your stares. "ah, no reason really. i just have a hard time looking people in the eyes." he lies, hoping you'd buy it.

but you stare at him quizzically. "you're lying." you sneer at him jokingly, resting your face in your palms. "c'mon, i'm so curious !" you complain, giving him puppy dog eyes hoping to convince him further.

he sighs and rubs his temple. after a bit of contemplation, he decides it's finally time to tell you. "you're driving me crazy, but i like you."

taglist: @wonswife , @keita-luv , @sanastulip

[gabessquishytum]

I am having Hobstruction thoughts, but a little different than usual. Join me on this adventure:

Listen, Destruction is a great guy, and he loves making his partners feel good. But being as wildly well endowed as he is, making his partners feel good doesn’t exactly take a lot of effort. He’s never had to try before. He’s spent his life basically being able to just put his dick in someone and being thanked for it. 

Now Hob, on the other hand. He’s not small, but in general his dick is pretty average. When he and Ollie get together, Ollie just assumes he’ll be topping because that’s what he always does. And it’s… fine. Hob is very enthusiastic and seems like he’s having fun, but he’s obviously not particularly blown away by the experience. When Hob asks to top the next time, Destruction is open, but not particularly expecting much. After all, bigger dicks mean better sex, right?

He learns- extraordinarily quickly- that while he might have inches, Hob has skill. 

Destruction has never begged in his life but suddenly he’s babbling and breathless and Hob is extremely smug above him. He knows exactly how to move, what spots to hit, how to bring him to the edge and back again and again until he’s pleading and seeing stars. In theory Hob shouldn’t be able to hold Destruction down so easily, but he can barely control his limbs and every time Hob pulls his hair at the same time as he pounds his prostate his limbs turn even more into jelly.

It hits him suddenly that he’s maybe not as good at sex as he thought, and something about that is humiliating, and something about that just turns him on more. 

It very much becomes part of their dynamic- even when Ollie tops, Hob is unrelenting in talking about what a shame it is that Ollie has such a nice dick and he doesn’t even know what to do with it, how has he gone so long just fumbling and clueless, is he sure he’s done this before? And it just makes him cum harder. 

(I just think Destruction deserves to have a humiliation kink and get put in his place sometimes. As a treat.)

-🦇

HELL YES I'll have a piece of this pls <3

The idea of a very large man bottoming always makes me so feral. Hob has a hundred different positions he wants to try. He gets Destruction on all fours and grips him by his long hair, fucking into him doggy style and absolutely making him incoherent. It's unrealistic to expect to hit to prostate on every thrust, but Hob damn near manages it! He'll also fuck and finger Ollie at the same time, plunging deep inside him while also stretching and massaging his rim. Its all stuff that Destruction never even imagined or thought about doing and he can hardly believe that sex can actually be this good. It turns him on so much to be Hob’s special bottom bitch <3 but he does love to top still, because Hob will humiliate him so effectively. Like, he'll squeeze Ollie's sac and tease him about how big and full he is, isn't it a shame he's got those big balls, so good for breeding, but he can't manage to even fuck Hob properly? Destruction ends up whining and crying and coming inside Hob so quickly, even though he's supposed to wait for permission. It feels so fucking good to have Hob as his teacher, his dominant partner. He never thought he'd get so lucky <3

[fastandtheformula1]

hiiii could i pls request "i'm not going to just up and leave, Y/N." with ollie bearman?

Ollie Bearman- Opposites Attract

a/n: thank you for requesting! we got a short one today :)

pairing: ollie bearman x female reader

summary: ollie's been distant for some time, and you finally confront him about it.

warnings: angst, cursing?

word count: 630

not my gif!

~

Lately you had felt distant from your boyfriend, Ollie. He was more quiet than normal, and oftentimes seemed agitated when you were talking to him. You brushed it off, thinking he had a bad day, but then it turned into weeks and even two and a half months of this. You felt on edge whenever you were around him and sometimes wouldn’t even speak to him. You were worried he had found someone better, and would leave you at the drop of a hat. You knew it wasn’t good keeping this to yourself, but something was holding you back to talk to him about it. 

Ollie had felt scared for the past few weeks. He had always loved you but it hit him suddenly that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You guys had a date night and were building a gingerbread house together, and you were singing along to the Christmas music in the back, frosting in hand. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you attempted to glue together the roof. He stared at you in awe, thinking you looked extremely gorgeous despite you wearing your hair up and an old t-shirt. It hit him right then and there that you were his other half. Nothing could ever take you away from him, and he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you to someone that could treat you less than you deserved. This caused Ollie to act the way that he did for the past month or so. 

Yes, it was not his best plan to shy away from you, but it just kind of happened. He felt like his brain was going into overdrive, and the only way he thought to save your relationship was to stay away. He thought his thoughts and fears would bleed into your own, which would eventually scare you enough to leave. 

One day you finally had enough and decided to talk to him about it. You wanted Ollie back. He came home a little earlier than you anticipated and mustered enough courage to walk up to him and ask what was going on. He said that he was ‘fine’ and that you ‘didn’t have to worry about it’ which is when you got fed up and finally blurted out your worry. 

“I’m not just gonna up and leave, Y/N.” 

You were shocked. Why would he be seemingly avoiding you at all costs if he wasn’t going to leave? Why was he being weird and distant if that was the case? 

“I want to do just the opposite.” 

You were so confused. “What?” 

“Look, I don’t have a ring or anything, but I want to marry you. I love you too much to see you with anyone else. I was scared these past few weeks because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone. And I know how stupid that is but I’ve been so afraid that I pushed you away. I’m sorry. I really do want to marry you… I was just scared to say something I guess.” 

Though odd, you believed him. You had known Ollie since you were a kid and it all started to make sense. Whenever he got scared he would run away and the next few days he would be quiet. 

“Oh.” You felt bad for bringing it up. 

“Love, it’s not your fault, okay?” 

“I know, but I still feel like a dick, though.” 

“Y/N, there is nothing you could do or say that would make me leave. I love you for who you are, and that’s not going to change anytime soon. I want to be with you… permanently. If that’s something you want, of course.” 

“It is.” You said, with a smile on your face. 

“Then let’s do it, my love.”

[theflyingfeeling]

Fourtheenth Day of Gift-Giving: Fun Adventures

Prompt: A group project in school brings some unusual friends together

Yes, it's a high school AU, somewhat inspired by / based off this fic idea I had a while ago! I've never written a high scool AU before so pls be nice, also I've taken some liberties with the prompt again, because there's no group project per se, they're simply in the same chemistry class 😌

Banner made by @kraeuterhexchen again, thanks for suffering for me a bit I love youuuu <3

~

Aleksi muffled his third yawn in a row on his palms. Every single week at this exact time he regretted his promise to his father that he’d take at least four optional courses this school year on top of all the compulsory ones in exchange for a language course in Amsterdam next June. The tragedy was that his schedule was already so full with the compulsory courses alone that he could barely find gaps to fill with anything else at more humane times than at eight o’clock on a Monday morning, which was when his additional chemistry class was held. It didn’t help that none of his friends or acquaintances were taking the same class; Aleksi envied them for their superior life choices.

Chemistry could be alright at best, but in general it wasn’t among his favourite subjects. Rather than reaction equations, Aleksi was much more fascinated by the only other guy in the group he knew by name, who, by the happy coincidence of the two of them both being late to class on the first day, ended up being his lab partner. He didn’t know Olli because they were buddies, quite the contrary, in fact; one of Olli’s friends was still bitter about Aleksi standing him up regarding a music project (which had been but a case of bad communication, of which Aleksi was deeply ashamed, even though in the eyes of his own friends it had been ‘such a big-dick move to put that cocky emo loser back in his place lol’), so Aleksi wasn’t exactly surprised that Olli never replied to his sleepy greeting on Monday mornings. Thinking back to it, Aleksi couldn’t recall the boy saying anything at all during the chemistry classes, so that by now he would’ve started suspecting Olli was mute, if it wasn’t for the times he had seen Olli laugh and joke about with his friends at recess. From the little Aleksi had heard when he had passed by the group in the school corridors, Olli had a soft, quiet voice, often blending under the much louder ones of his friends, which was why Aleksi had set making Olli speak to him as his main ambition for the course, rather than getting a high mark.

“Morning,” he said to Olli like he did every Monday, and like every Monday, Olli barely glanced his way. What made this Monday different from all the other Mondays was that Aleksi could’ve sworn he had seen Olli nod at him this time, sort of in a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of way, although it may as well have been just his tired brain making things up. Nevertheless, it gave Aleksi the spark of hope that had him sit up straight, ready to converse Olli’s ears off in case he finally happened to be in the mood, but before he could open his mouth to ask Olli about his weekend, the teacher started the lesson by shoving hand-outs on their tables.

That day, however, Aleksi was determined to succeed in his plan at long last, even if he had to get a little creative.

While Olli was concentrating on keeping his eyes open as the teacher explained the theory behind the day’s experiments, Aleksi picked up his pencil and wrote on the corner of Olli’s hand-out:

Hi! :)

The anticipation nearly had him tremble as he waited for Olli to react in any way; for the longest time, bordering Aleksi’s patience, Olli did nothing but stare at the letters Aleksi had scribbled. He still didn’t look at him, still didn’t say anything or – god forbid – smile; he just blinked at the single word that had appeared in the corner of his paper.

Then, after a million years in Aleksi’s experience, he grabbed his own pencil.

hi

Those two letters alone made Aleksi feel like a winner already.

How are you?

Still keeping his eyes firmly on the paper, Olli seemed to be pondering his answer for a while.

good

Aleksi wondered if Olli was as terse speaking up as he was in writing.

Great to hear! I’m doing good as well :) Do you have a long day on Mondays?

Exactly like a moment earlier, Olli did nothing but stare at their brief written conversation. Aleksi wanted to believe that Olli was just about to write his answer but was ruthlessly interrupted by the teacher ordering them to walk over and look closer as she’d perform an example experiment for them to later mimic.

They didn’t get a chance to continue their little chat later on in the lesson, and they never spoke during the practical experiments they were asked to do – or rather, Olli never spoke, despite Aleksi’s best efforts to at least have him answer some simple yes-or-no questions, such as ‘do you want to try first?’ or ‘can you pass the pipette?’ or ‘oh fuck, do you think we should tell the teacher?’ when their experiments sometimes failed unexpectedly. The best Aleksi had gotten out of Olli was a suppressed snort when the other day Aleksi had accidentally spilled some red colour additive on his brand-new Off-White t-shirt.

“Quit laughing, or I’ll tell everyone it’s your blood,” he had said in hopes of making Olli properly giggle, but it had seemed to have the opposite effect, for Olli hadn’t let out a single sound for the rest of class after that. Later, Aleksi had wondered if it had been because Olli was scared Aleksi actually might, and to prevent his friends from getting wind of them being lab partners – because clearly he was that opposed to the idea of being associated with Aleksi – he had firmly kept his lips sealed for the rest of the class and all the ones that followed it.

This day, someone must have put something in Olli’s breakfast porridge, however, because when the class was dismissed, Olli spoke in his low, quiet voice, not even directly at Aleksi, but more to his general direction, so that Aleksi knew the words were addressed to him.

“See ya.”

“Yeah, see ya!” Aleksi replied, perhaps a little too eagerly, rolling his eyes in frustration when Olli hurried out of the classroom.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

~*~

The next Monday, Aleksi decided to go past formalities and straight to the point to get Olli to interact with him.

Had a nice wknd? :) 

Aleksi was most definitely too optimistic for his own good, but he had a feeling Olli didn’t take half as long to answer this time, even though his reply remained brief.

yup

Literally on the edge of his seat, Aleksi waited for Olli to elaborate on his reportedly ‘nice weekend’ – in vain. He rolled his eyes and picked up his pencil again.

What did you get up to?

Olli flipped pencil in his fingers like one would do with a drumstic, clumsily, almost dropping it on his desk. Aleksi saw an attractive blush slowly spread on Olli’s cheeks and hoped it wouldn’t discourage Olli away from the budding conversation. 

At last, Aleksi’s patient waiting was rewarded.

went to see a gig

Aleksi clenched his pencil into his fist out of sheer excitement. If there was a topic Aleksi could’ve chatted about for hours on end, it was music, his first and (so far) only love. He knew Olli played in a band and was sure that if he only could somehow make Olli lower his walls for him, they might actually find a lot to whisper about to pass the time a bit more merrily on Monday mornings.

So cool! Who did you see?

Olli didn’t keep him waiting for long, which Aleksi decided to take as a sign of Olli also being keen on their current conversation topic.

If only Aleksi knew how to help Olli get out of his shell a little more.

a friend’s band

Aleksi nodded, careful not to appear too enthusiastic or intrusive to scare Olli off, now that he had gotten him to write more than one word at a time.

Any good?

The teacher was just about to have the class gathered around her table again, so instead of a thorough review of the music show, Olli only jotted down a wonky yup in response before hurrying to the front of the classroom. During the whole rest of the class, Aleksi was not given another chance to fish more out of Olli’s weekend.

Well, he sighed to himself, standing up to join his coursemates, another Monday, then. 

~*~

Later that day, sort of by coincidence (of having purposefully lingered around the music classroom on the pretext of asking the music teacher about an upcoming extra credit class), Aleksi learnt Olli’s band had a practice slot in the music classroom on Monday evenings. His plan was not to spy on Olli, but he figured he might as well use this newly-acquired information to squeeze a little more out of Olli in their next chemistry class.

Any plans after school?

Only when he noticed Olli freeze upon seeing the question on the margin of his notebook, Aleksi realised how it must sound like to him, so out of the blue.

Just curious btw :) 

Olli seemed to hesitate before answering.

band practice

Aleksi hid his smirk behind his palm.

Hook, line and sinker, he thought to himself, the pencil in his hand itching to write down all the follow-up questions he had prepared. By the end of the class, Aleksi congratulated himself, for his plan to have Olli blabber about their common interest had worked out splendidly: Aleksi had learnt, for example, that Olli had been playing the bass for seven years already and that their band was actually working on their first EP, which Aleksi was genuinely impressed by. What really had made Aleksi feel like he was on top of the world, however, was when he noticed the smallest hint of amusement on Olli’s face; he still hadn’t managed to lure Olli to look him in the eye, but he had made him smile, which was perhaps even better.

The rest of the week Aleksi spent barely paying attention to what his friends were talking or laughing about in between classes, too busy searching for his chemistry class conversation buddy with his eyes. He did so every day, even though he was convinced the principal granting him the rest of the semester off with no consequences was more likely than catching Olli looking at him.

That was, until he did.

It was only a fleeting moment in time as they passed each other in the canteen and over before Aleksi’s heart could settle back to its place from his throat where it had jumped up to. He couldn’t tell since when his lab partner looking his way had started rousing this kind of reaction in him; then again, Olli had never really glanced his way before, so how could he have known?

Maybe that was also why Aleksi hadn’t noticed the shade of Olli’s irises until now. They were dark grey, he could tell, serious but not cold by any means. He couldn’t wait to take a closer look at them the next time he was given the chance.

Perhaps it was time for Aleksi to change his tactics.

~*~

“Hi Olli,” Aleksi said as soon as Olli walked up to his desk the next Monday. As if surprised to hear his name spoken out loud, Olli looked up at him, and Aleksi was granted another glimpse of those mysterious eyes.

Olli didn’t let him rejoice for too long, though, before turning his gaze to his desk as he sat down.

“Hi.”

And that was it: their first spoken conversation (in which Olli had also participated), despite Olli avoiding his gaze for the rest of the class, as was his right. Aleksi supposed. Even Aleksi himself was too giddy about the interaction to think of anything else to say.

It was almost ridiculous, if he was honest with himself. Yet, for the first time during the whole autumn semester, Aleksi was looking forward to the early Monday morning chemistry class.

~*~

Within the next couple of weeks, their conversations evolved from exchanging casual greetings (‘Hi Olli!’ ‘Hi…Aleksi’) to deep discussions about the current events in their lives (‘How’s it going?’ ‘Good.’ ‘Awesome’), which was equal parts exciting and frustrating to Aleksi. His heart would do the silly bouncing-up-to-his-throat thing whenever Olli blessed him with a quick glance of his dark eyes (Aleksi could swear they were a different shade every time he looked), but the moments only ever lasted for a second or two at a time. On the bright side, Olli would no longer rush out of the classroom to get out of having to perform any more small talk, but instead took his time putting his books and pencils back in his bag carefully, even if Aleksi never managed to open his mouth in time before Olli would make his inevitable escape. Aleksi suspected that it was, indeed, the newfound thrill of being graced with the occasional, fleeting look from Olli that rendered him speechless and caused him to miss his chance of getting to talk with Olli at least until they’d reach the classroom doorway. From there onwards they’d go their separate ways anyway, to their different worlds: Aleksi to one in which Olli was a moody emo kid with no sense of humour (or so Aleksi had been told by Isac who went to the same biology class with Olli), and Olli to one in which Aleksi was probably portrayed as a self-satisfied snob who once did his friend dirty.

The Monday after that, Olli never walked in through the classroom door, no matter how intensely Aleksi stared at it. When the days passed and Aleksi hadn’t caught a glimpse of the boy by Friday, he became worried, to the extent he considered walking up to Olli’s friend group to ask about him. He was almost certain that the one with the short platinum-blond hair might have actually told him, or at least he looked the least intimidating out of them all. One of them was almost two heads taller than Aleksi, so he saw it best to stay out of his way, although his smile – in those rare occasions he did smile – was anything but frightening. The one with the baggy clothes Aleksi had once heard rapping at a house party was tiny in comparison, but something about the angle of his eyebrows gave Aleksi the chills. Joel was obviously out of the question; Aleksi would probably never dare speak to him after The Incident. Joonas, on the other hand (Aleksi knew his name because he and Joel often squabbled loudly, with Joel shouting his name in bewilderment, his obvious affection for the boy poorly masked as annoyance), seemed like the kind of guy who would whisper you the right answer just in time before the teacher’s drill of a stare would bore a hole through your skull.

Taking a deep breath to brace himself, he watched as Olli’s friends were stepping in the Swedish classroom. As if on cue, Joonas was the last one about to walk through the door, and seeing his chance had come, Aleksi zoomed over and grabbed him by his sleeve.

“Hey,” he said once he had pulled Joonas aside, hidden from the disapproving looks of Joel and company.

“Huh?”

“Do you happen to know where Olli is?” Going straight to the point seemed like the best strategy to get anything out of Joonas, in case Aleksi had completely misjudged him and he was about to be punched in the face.

“He’s caught the cold. Why?” Knitting his brows and eyeing Aleksi up and down, Joonas seemed sceptical about Aleksi’s intentions, to say the least.

(It had Aleksi wondering if any of his own friends would act as protectively about him, but that was a matter of concern for another day entirely.)

“Ummmm… I have his chemistry homework for him.”

Aleksi could almost hear the cogwheels turning inside Joonas’ head until his expression brightened.

“Aaah… Right! Yeah, I suppose you would.” (Whatever Joonas meant by that.) “I’m gonna go over later today to see how he’s doing, so I can forward the message for you.”

“Oh, great! Thanks!” Aleksi said, as if he had any clue what they had actually been given as homework four days ago.

Ironically, Aleksi was saved by Joel calling for Joonas from inside the classroom.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Joonas winked at him, and then he was gone. 

Joonas never did catch up with him, however, and so Aleksi was saved from the embarrassment of admitting he hadn’t been following their chemistry lesson after all, more or less due to the disappointment of not seeing Olli after having spent the entire weekend planning what he’d say to him. Not knowing if Olli would be attending the upcoming Monday’s class either, the weekend went by slower than ever, which normal-Aleksi would’ve embraced; this new, strange, maybe-crushing-on-his-quiet-lab-partner-Aleksi was on pins and needles.

~*~

There it was again, that awful skip of his heart, when Aleksi saw Olli enter the classroom on Monday. So relieved he was that he had no means to tone down the excitement in his greeting.

“You’re here!”

Olli looked up at him but said nothing, his silence a pang to Aleksi’s chest. His joy upon their reunion changed into defeat in less than a second, and Aleksi felt like a right idiot for having thought Olli, too, might have been waiting to see him again.

Suddenly fascinated by the cover of his chemistry course book, Aleksi put his head down to hide his disappointment. He was already settled for staring at the abstract drawing for the next 75 minutes to avoid more heartbreak, but then a slip of paper appeared in front of him.

can’t speak doctor’s orders

On his face, Olli was wearing a kind, small smile. In that instant, Aleksi forgot what he had even been so saddened about. He flashed Olli a smile in return and started searching with his eyes for a pencil; he would’ve felt too weird talking to Olli out loud without him being able to answer. Tragically, it seemed that in anticipation of possibly seeing Olli again after so long, Aleksi had forgotten to pack his pencil case. Noticing this, Olli offered him his own, the same, tiny smile still on his lips.

Shame! You’re usually so talkative

He knew he was taking a risk poking fun at Olli’s quietness, but to his great relief, Olli’s smile widened and his shoulders twitched in a voiceless chuckle. Encouraged by this, Aleksi continued with an equally risky revelation.

I missed you in class last week

Having written down the words, Aleksi could barely look at Olli as he felt his cheeks heaten up. He let Olli take back his pencil from his fingers, as well as the paper slip from his desk.

Olli spent almost a minute writing down his reply, erasing and rewriting, until he finally passed the paper back to Aleksi, immediately directing his face to the opposite side of the classroom.

missed you too

Aleksi had never seen three words so pretty in his life.

~*~

What followed next was an entire week of unexpected encounters between the two lab partners, as if the universe was purposefully making them cross each other’s way to make up for the past seven days of not seeing each other. On Tuesday, their shoulders brushed walking past each other in a crowded corridor. On Wednesday, they were returning their trays at lunch at the exact same time and exchanged brief smiles. On Thursday, they almost ran into each other at the restroom door, which is when Aleksi learnt Olli had regained his voice, mumbling a small ‘oops’ after having bumped into Aleksi.

On Friday, at the last recess of the day, Olli’s friend Joonas grabbed Aleksi by his wrist and pulled him into an empty classroom.

“Wait here,” he ordered, and utterly confused as he was, Aleksi had no choice but to obey.

A moment later Joonas returned, pushing a red-cheeked Olli into the room before promptly leaping back to the corridor, closing the door behind him.

For one long, anxious moment, neither of them said anything, Aleksi because he was still too baffled by the latest turn of events to open his mouth, and Olli because he was… Olli.

“Ummmm…” Olli finally said, his voice a little hoarse, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I just… ummm… there’s this… band… tomorrow…”

Aleksi had to bite his lip, both at how adorable Olli was, fumbling with his fingers as words fell out of his mouth one by one, as well as to keep himself from blurting out ‘yes’ before Olli even got around to asking him anything.

“And I was just… thinking if… ‘cuz I have an extra ticket… so… I thought maybe you–”

“Yeah!” To Aleksi’s turmoil, his tongue could sometimes be quicker than his brain. “I mean… what?” 

Behind the classroom door, someone clicked their tongue.

“Yeah, ummmm.” Olli scratched the back of his neck. “So yeah. Would you… like to come? To the show? On Saturday? With me? Maybe? I mean, of course you already have plans–”

“I don’t!” Aleksi hurried to say. “I can come. But… will your friends be coming too though?”

Olli shook his head. Aleksi decided not to dwell on what the evident horror in Olli’s eyes was a sign of. It might have been because he, too, thought it was a little too soon for Aleksi and Joel to make amends – or maybe he was just that terrified of being seen with Aleksi in public.

“No, they won’t. I mean, Joonas was supposed to, but he, ummmmmm, he’s going… ummmm…” Olli’s gaze wandered towards the door, as if for help.

“To my great-uncle’s funeral!” the door whispered at him.

“To his great-uncle’s funeral,” Olli confirmed.

“A-ha,” Aleksi nodded. “Sorry for your loss,” he said to the door.

“...Thanks,” the door replied. Holding back his laughter, Aleksi turned back to Olli who, for the first time since Joonas had urged them on the stage of their current scene, was looking at Aleksi, his round eyes expectant and hopeful for Aleksi’s final answer. Aleksi thought of taking a step closer to him, perhaps even gently touching his hand, but decided against it before his brain would command his limbs to make such reckless movements.

“Guess I’ll see you on Saturday at…?”

“At six. At Sandro’s.”

If Aleksi didn’t get a wink of sleep the following night, it wasn’t only because of excitement; the moment he laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, his mind was filled with pictures of a boy with twinkling eyes and a bashful smile, keeping him awake until he fell asleep to them.

~*~

Aleksi couldn’t bring himself to care if he looked a little dumb, smiling to himself and leaning his chin on his palm at eight o’clock the next Monday. Even the teacher announcing a pop quiz could not have washed away the dopey grin that had been painted on his lips since Saturday evening.

He was smiling at the way Olli’s eyes had brightened when he had spotted Aleksi in the crowd. He was smiling at Olli’s shy offer to get him a Pepsi. He was smiling at how star-struck Olli had looked when the band had first got on stage and the way he had lost himself in the music, rocking his head and closing his eyes as if to let the bass lines and guitar riffs swallow him whole. The band had been excellent, Aleksi had to agree, but more than half the time, all Aleksi had seen or heard was Olli.

And for the last three minutes of the show, all Aleksi had felt was Olli; more specifically, he had felt Olli’s hand searching for his, fumbling and hesitating until it finally clasped Aleksi’s during the final song of the band’s setlist, a melancholy rock ballad that prompted lighters and cellphone flashlights to be lit. In Aleksi’s eyes, they were all dim in comparison to the glimmer in Olli’s eyes.

Lying in his bedroom later that evening and throughout the entire next day, Aleksi had still felt the warmth of Olli’s hand in his, even though they had let each other go as soon as the stage lights had been turned off.

“Hi.” Olli’s voice brought Aleksi from Saturday evening back to Monday morning. 

“Hi,” he simply answered. There were a million things he wanted to say to Olli, but his sleepy, happy brain was still working on finding the exact words.

The smile on Olli’s face told him he’d have time to figure it out, at his own pace.

In the meantime, Aleksi could always improvise, and so he picked up his pencil.

♡

They both stared at the tiny heart on the corner of Olli’s notebook, and just when Aleksi was about to convince himself he had made a terrible mistake, Olli took the pencil out of his hand.

♡ ♡

[hyunrun]

my thoughts on asy ep 04 😋 live react !! (warning: I can never remember anyone's names bear with me + lots and lots of spoilers ahead)

Where is zhengting I'm partially here for his face card 🤲🤲

I keep forgetting how much I dislike Rain and then I see him and I am reminded but Rainism is rlly too good of a song 😭

1. PHANTOM

Okay first team up 😎 Phantom Galaxy I'm loving their concept

Albert is looking gorgeous as always HIS EYE MAKEUP?

All their voices slayed omg WHOEVER HAS THAT DEEP ASS VOICE IN THE CHORUS AYOOO

Blond's high notes... I see u

My vote would go to Albert (with ponytail) or blond dude or black hair dude with the silver makeup (Axinran?)

OKAYY team two flying to the dining hall (WHAT IS THIS NAME LMAO)

This group is somehow just better...

But blond here is a bit soulless idk I'm not liking him 😨

My vote would 100% go to Skye idk if he's one of the already debuted ones but he was INSANE I loved his stage presence rn he's stolen me, he's my fave in the whole show

But I also really liked the pink hair guy 😭 (is his name really John... I need to learn their Chinese names I cannot be calling this gorgeous man John 😭)

KENNY NOOOOOOOOOOO his hands shaking stop 😭 I hate this pls no

Not surprised Team 2 won, it was expected.

2. ONE AND ONLY (I'm so excited)

Pure Love Warrior is such a queer team name HAHA One is looking so fine today tho

They're STRUTTING onto the stage I love the energy

Not them recreating the iconic finger touch painting 😭 rlly about that pure love

Maybe I'm feeling disappointed because this is one of my favourite songs but they didn't do it justice at all 😭 the only one who caught my eyes was One. However I appreciate that they tried to bring out the silly goofy concepts while keeping it kinda mature to fit themselves.

ORENDA CALLING THEIR COSTUME UGLY 💀💀 real

My vote would go for One 🤞

Idk anyone from this Magic Cube group but I have hopes (OH WAIT IK WALKER I LIKE HIM his pink eye shadow makes me RAA I LOVE)

Every opinion Orenda has matches mine and that means we're soulmates basically 🤞

I'm liking this

PINK GUY IS SO CUTE

Whoever did the high note failed but it's ok 😭😭

YELLOW JACKET DUDE IS GOOD TOO HOLD UPPP

Red dude is making me kick my feet why is he giving like cool football player (?? Idk I'm tryna think of the American cliche) at school YK 😭😭 hes so masculine in a yum way

Okay I love everyone in this group except black and white jacket

WALKER BEING CALLED PAPA STOP NAWWW

Oh pink dude is Wang Muqing? My vote goes to him !!!!

SERVICE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING HE ATE SNOT ??? 😭😭 taking back his cool footballer status but tbh I didn't even know he missed the lyrics

okay I'm sorry how did One's group win 😭😭 I'm glad for them but the other boys were way better imo

3. LYDIA

First group is Deep Hidden yum

I'm looking forward to Archie

Vocals slayed as expected and they did better than I thought they would tbh

Hoodie guy was by far my favourite tho but Kingsley was rlly good too

Group 2 Daily Quest ee

Thier concept was really nice

The guy who opened the song had such a soulful voice I liked that

I liked everyone tbh not much to say

Sky's eye makeup is very pretty

Group 2 won as expected !!!! Gemini is so cute

Icb they're making me wait till next week for Ely and Ollie but alr 😭😭

[regaliasonata]

For the character ask game!! Precious boy Aiyon pls ty 😌😌😌

First Impression

-Originally I thought Aiyon would have a sort of Ivan and Eric demeanor with his character. Pretty valiant and upbeat but deadly on the battlefield, the type of guy who wouldn't hesitate to smile when kicking your ass in a fight like..."I'm gonna beat the shit out of you but also make jokes just to show how I'm leagues away in power than you".

Impression Now

-Gay as hell, a bit witty with jokes but can always be there for you when needed. Definitely a victim of the writing playing him down sadly but he's still lovable and needs a bunch of hugs.

Favorite Moment

-Definitely his debut when he was soloing Brineblast and the mixture of water and electricity just...man it was awesome.

Idea For A Story

-he's a lucky spirit trapped in a pandora's box like contraption and Ollie uses the wishes, thing is each wish brings about a change into the universe which they have to salvage.

Favorite Relationship

-Aiyon/Ollie together is really nice, need more interactions with them.

-I know it's usually one pairing but imagine this BROtp....Aiyon/Mesogog, a monstrous dude that was to bring dinosaurs back and hates humans meets this goofball who actually has met dinos and isn't human, becomes easily attached. Solon approves.

Favorite Headcanon

-Aiyon was an orphan that was part of a band of rough but skilled sellswords working for an aristocratic royal family on Rafkon but took them down after they executed his group in cold blood. He has a secret power inherited via rafkonian mystics based on gold and luck because he's the incarnation of an ancient Rafkonian legend(a golden dragoon like deity) and works to assassinate every higher up within the universal alliances, a vigilante that despises some of the order that old empires had before they were dismantled years later. I'm talking like BAD, Aiyon puts what Dark Spector and Astronema did to shame and the thing is that part of him is only known via a nameless legend from millions of years ago, he used to be the deadliest assassin within the cosmos that even Zordon and Vile held a sweat at the mention of Aiyon's title. No one knew his identity but with a run in with Zayto the two fought on a literal dying star when the knight was ordered to find said fugitive, Zayto took Aiyon down but spared him since it was obvious Aiyon just wanted to change the corrupt order of the universe at the time and after hiding his past and changing his title Aiyon joined Zayto and became a rafkonian knight in hope to do more justice for the future. It's unclear but it's estimated his kill count is in the trillions as there were a lot of crazy higher ups running rampant...Aiyon here is one of the strongest rangers and wouldn't hesitate to revert back to his old self if the Morphin Masters didn't get their shit together by the end of Dino Fury, Zedd better sleep with one eye open.

[monochromaticbutter]

do you think ptj will do jaeyeol/jay’s character any justice? 🥲 i’ve read so many comments on reddit saying that ptj will just throw jay away because he’s served his purpose (attracting a large enough fanbase through queer-baiting) because jay’s potential to be a great character is just going down the drain (he’s the son of steve hong, he should he able to step in and help right? also big daniel is kidnapped and jay used to have such a strong “daniel is in trouble i gotta go help him” sensor so where tf is he?)

okay, but excluding all that, i think jay should be developed further as a character because he has so much potential that’s being wasted so far. i really hope ptj hasn’t forgotten about him and pulls an eli jang arc for jay because he’s super interesting to me, like i wanna know why he doesn’t talk, why he isn’t acknowledged by his family (?), where tf is he when all this is going down, what does he do in his free time, what are his likes (besides daniel lol)??? i just want to know more about him as a person IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK PTJ???

ahem, sorry for the rant, i just caught up to the latest chapter and i am FUMING because the last time we saw jay was in chapter 300+ and he wasn’t even that prominent in the chapter? i just miss when all we had to care about was daniel having to hide his 2 bodies from people, crystal being a snoop, jay and joy fighting over the same man, zack and mira’s relationship, zoe’s inner conflict not knowing she likes the very same person, etc. like what’s with all these new characters i do not give a single shit about? i loved the hostel chapters though but once they got to the worker’s arc, man…. pls just bring the original cast back.. this story is getting too much man..

so what do you think? 🥲😅😔

Thanks for the ask! This is the first one I receive so I got a bit excited <3 Apologies for the big reply!

About Jay's character potential, yes. That boy has so much potential. So many things have been implied with those little scenes he appears in, like when his dad said explicitly he doesn't want to talk to him anymore, or how lonely he's portrayed as. PTJ isn't new to inserting social issues into Lookism (bullying, poverty, exploration of workers, sexual assault, etc), so I have a strong belief that his story has a theme of homophobia, somehow, somewhere.

I'd be perfectly fine if his feelings for Daniel/Hyungseok were completely unrequited and he was just a character that happens to be gay and have a crush on him, while still having a proper development. Many people think it's either being gay or being well developed, as if gay crushes can't be simple and trivial like straight crushes. PTJ has all the pieces needed to do that (if he doesn't want to bother making them canon), the stage is flawlessly set; I'd say the reader is even led to believe something about Jay's past will appear Soon™️ after his dad shows up.

Nothing happens, though. Jay is gone for more than a hundred chapters, except the one time he appears in one panel soon before Jiho's last arc. So being honest, as much as I like to be positive, I have the same fear as these redditors.

I fear even worse, in actuality. There's a chance that, if he wants to bring Jay back and keep queerbaiting, he can simply make a big reveal at the end of him being Daniel/Hyungseok's lost brother or something. This thought is so absurdly cursed that it only occured to me after 5 years of reading Lookism. I cannot even begin to explain the immense amount of disgust I'd feel if that happened.

But at the same time, PTJ is one of those types of authors whose intentions I just can't understand. See, from the beginning of everything to about the end of Olly's arc, it does seem that he has a strong grasp on character arcs and can balance comic relief situations well with serious development. Most of the original cast proved to be much more than their looks or became less appearance-focused (which I thought was the point of the webtoon until recently... but that's a rant for another post)...

After that, everything kinda started to go downhill. I pretty much entirely agree with your point about Worker's arc. For a while, I tolerated the massive amount of new characters and said to myself, "It's just to expand on the story's universe, soon things will go back to normal". But they didn't. 100+ chapters later, I can only remember two occurances that took me out of complete boredom while reading: Jace/Bumjae being defeated and forcefully tattoed by that guy (1) and Daniel/Hyungseok being caught and tortured in a way that cut the connections between his two bodies (2).

And those two occurances are what keeps me going and having hope. Somewhere among the clown fiesta of new characters and 1v1 spam, it seems that PTJ still knows how to write character development.

I wouldn't say I'm putting all my faith in him, it's more like, I know I can't do anything about it, he's pretty much unreachable for me (other than me being a nobody in comparison, I don't use the same social media as him), so I'll do the same thing I did last year: when it begins to be too much, I stop reading weekly and let the chapters pile up. You could say I'm just hoping for the best and you'd be right, that's my main way of coping with possible queerbaiting in fiction LOL

In addition, the anime has been a light at the end of the tunnel. Jay has significantly more screentime than in the beginning of the manhwa, if I remember correctly. This might sound like a loose guess, but... If PTJ planned on scrapping Jay's role completely, he would know how upset that'd make the fans; wouldn't it be easier on him to ask the show's writers to not give as much fanservice in the anime, to prevent further headaches...?

I don't know, maybe he wasn't even allowed to request changes and left everything in the hands of the writers. Sometimes, it frustrates me to have so little knowledge about the behind the scenes of Lookism...

Overall, I'll keep writing based on my interpretation of him and the original cast, at least until some major lore bombs drop and my perception of them changes. For me, despite being well off, Jay still feels lonely and shy, both from introversion and fearing homophobia; and despite being a Cool Lone Wolf in the perspective of others, he's a complete goofball who (canonically) fears insects and dogs.

Side note: I feel less alone knowing I'm not the only one who's unsatisfied with the way the original cast is being treated + the direction the webtoon is taking. Hoping for a better future...

[combeauferre]

not a day goes by without me wishing the sarah jane adventures fandom was still going

[becca-e-barnes]

Would That Be So Bad Toots?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 3,983

Warnings: Starts off hella fluffy but turns into absolute filth. Alcohol mention, unprotected sex (pls be safe), breeding, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering

Summary: You and Bucky decide you’re ready to try for a second baby. Cute fluffy beginning with Dad!Bucky, leading into a discussion about having a second child. Complete smut after that!

A/N: I honestly can’t believe I’m at over 100 followers! Thank you all so so much, I didn’t expect this much love on my fics! All the likes, comments and replies honestly mean the world to me. Please keep the requests coming too, I can’t wait to get some more free time to write after I finish my last uni exam on Friday!!

Minors, do not interact

Your cosy little living room looked like a bomb had hit it. There were toys discarded all over the carpet, a couple of crayons tucked under the sofa and more than a few crumbs on the floor from your son’s last snack. You hummed along to whatever song was playing on the TV and got to work tidying up, letting the toys clatter into the toy box, picking up the crayons and sweeping up the few little crumbs, tossing them in the bin.

“Toots, you ready for Ollie’s bathtime?” Your husband called from the bathroom. You heard the tap turn off and it wasn’t long before Bucky had rounded the corner to the living room. You couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked, rubber ducks in his flesh hand and your son cradled in the other. You weren’t quite sure where the time had gone. Ollie was already just a couple of months away from his first birthday but it felt like no time since you were bringing your tiny little newborn home from the hospital. You would never forget the look on Bucky’s face when you stepped through the front door to your home that day. He had looked down at his tiny son who was asleep happily in his little woollen hat, snuggled up in a matching blanket before looking up at you. His eyes were beaming with pride at the sight of his son, asleep in his wife’s arms, finally in his home. That had been one of the most overwhelming moments of his life, in the best way, even more overwhelming than the day you told him you were pregnant.

“Is my baby all ready for his bath?” You asked with the tone of exaggerated excitement you knew your son loved, sending him squealing into fits of laughter, squirming in his father’s arms. His tiny cheeks were flushed red and you couldn’t help but smile at his infectious little toothy grin. By all accounts, he was a fantastic baby. He was content and happy and he almost always slept the entire night, making life so much easier for you and Bucky. Of course Ollie had his little tantrums but they were few and far between and he could usually be soothed easily enough. You ruffled his dark hair before scooping him out of your husband’s arms and giving him a little tickle. He let out that hilarious scream of a laugh once again, his little hands gripping yours as he flailed around wildly. Bucky just watched the pair of you contentedly. His little family was a dream come true to him, he finally had something close to the normal life he had longed for back in the forties but it was better than he could ever have imagined. You had given him far more than he could ever have dreamed of, you seemed to be able to provide endless love and support and comfort because that was just your nature. Both of you had agreed from the get go that you wanted a big family, but after seeing how you were with Ollie, he was so sure that was what he wanted. He truly hadn’t thought it was possible to love you any more than he already did until he saw you cradling your son for the first time, strands of hair clinging to your sweaty forehead and a look of absolute shock on your face as the screaming bundle was placed in your arms.

“You get him started toots, I’ll get his towel from the dryer.” Bucky smiled, kissing your head and then your son’s. You took your little one to the bathroom, checking the water temperature before setting him into the cloud of bubbles Bucky had added to the bath. You started to wash his dark hair while the water was still warm and he sat there happily, holding one of his duckies and trying to sink it. Every time his stumpy fingers let go, the duck bobbed to the surface again, entertaining him no end. You rinsed his hair, careful not to get any soap in his eyes and hummed along to whatever little tune was stuck in your head. “Hey doll, go sit down, I’ll finish up with Ollie. Poured you a glass of wine, it’s waiting in the kitchen.” Bucky murmured, dropping to his knees to kneel beside you at the edge of the bathtub as he rolled up his sleeves. Truth be told, you’d had a long day of running errands so a little time to yourself did sound quite appealing.

“You sure babe?” You quizzed and he gave you a little peck on the lips.

“Absolutely, God knows you deserve it.” He beamed warmly.

“Wait…. I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get him to say ‘dada’ before he says ‘mama’. That’s low Barnes, even for you.” You joked, ruffling Bucky’s hair with your wet hands.

“You think so little of me, Barnes.” Bucky laughed, emphasising the fact that since you shared his surname, he could also call you that. You chuckled and rose to your feet, wiping your hands on your jeans.

“I’m watching you James.” You teased before heading to the kitchen to retrieve that glass of wine you had been promised. Sure enough, it was sitting on the counter invitingly, beside another glass that must have been Bucky’s. You lifted the fuller one and took a sip, letting out a long sigh you didn’t realise you were holding in. It really had been a long day but at least it was the start of your weekend, you and Bucky would have both Saturday and Sunday to yourselves, with no cleaning to do or errands to run because you had been able to do them all today. Feeling quite proud of your hard day’s work, you picked up the book you were currently reading, opening it at your bookmark. You sipped your wine as you read, excited laughter from both of your boys in the bathroom distracting you every now and again. After a while, you heard the gurgle of the bath water draining from the tub. You knew you still had a little time to yourself so you filled your wine glass up again and sat back down on the couch, hoping you would have enough time for at least one more chapter. About half an hour later Bucky emerged from your son’s bedroom.

“Is our baby asleep?” You asked softly, placing your bookmark back in at the page you had just begun.

“He is indeed, Mrs Barnes,” your husband grinned proudly, lifting his own glass of wine before joining you on the couch. “You know, I don’t want to say it too soon but I think we might just be the best parents ever.” He gloated, taking a sip from his glass. You ran your fingers through his soft dark hair and smiled warmly at him. In all truth, you thought he might be right. It was so lovely to see the little creases in his face, wrinkles forming in his smile lines because he had spent the best part of the last hour laughing with your little boy.

“That kid is a dream, he makes parenting easy.” You joked, rubbing lovingly at your husband’s shoulders.

“You’re right, the next one might really put us in our place.” He laughed happily, tapping the side of his wine glass with his metal fingers.

“Next one? I think I distinctly remember telling you there would be no more.” You teased, thinking back to what you had screamed at him during your labour with Ollie.

“You don’t mean that.” He chuckled, leaning over to kiss you gently. “Think about how much you enjoyed being pregnant.”

“You mean how much you enjoyed me being pregnant.” You joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Really? Cause I seem to remember how you couldn’t keep your hands off me those first few months. You just couldn’t get enough, could you?” He teased, his tone was soft but confident, making you laugh.

“But it was after those first few months that you suddenly weren’t able to get enough.” You giggled, placing yourself on his lap, straddling his body with yours, taking both wine glasses and setting them on the coffee table.

“Hey, that was your fault. It all started that day I came home from the store and caught you in bed with your vibrator. So needy you couldn’t even wait until I got home.” His voice was deeper now as he spoke, rubbing lovingly at your thighs as you straddled him. “My little wife, naked and moaning in our bed, how was I supposed to get that image out of my head?” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“You’ve seen me like that before, what made that time so special?” You asked softly, rolling your hips against his and he drew in a little breath at how good you felt.

“First time I really noticed your bump…. You were hardly showing up until then. Then I saw you on the bed, belly swollen with my baby and I swear, after that I was hard almost 24/7.” He admitted, resting a hand on your tummy which was now significantly flatter after having your baby.

“God, that was the day we found out what happens if you use your metal fingers while I play with the vibrator.” You mused, rolling your hips teasingly again, drawing a little breathy moan from your husband. You had kept playing with the vibrator that day after you had been caught touching yourself and Bucky had dipped two metal fingers into your soaking wet pussy. His eyes had been so dark with lust, happy to do whatever it took to satisfy his needy wife. Whatever way you had angled the vibrator, it must have been touching Bucky’s hand, the vibrations travelling up through the metal digits. It had felt truly incredible, the orgasm he pulled from you had been mind-blowing, grinding yourself down onto his vibrating metal hand. By the time both of you were satisfied that day, you had practically soaked the sheets and your groceries had been entirely forgotten about.

“That was such a good day.” He chuckled fondly, his hands resting on your hips, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his fingertips. “Bet it would feel so good though, wouldn’t it? Filling you up with my cum? Making you a mommy again? God, miss how big and swollen your tits were.” He seemed practically lost in his own filthy thoughts as you ground against him and you did have to admit, he made it sound like a damn good idea. “Just say the word toots and I’ll stuff you so full of cum.” You rutted gently against his hardened cock in his trousers, enjoying the friction of your clothed sex on his. Honestly, you were ready for another baby and you had been meaning to discuss it with Bucky but it seemed like he was absolutely on board so you thought you’d play it out and see where things went.

“Shit Bucky, we can’t do this… I forgot to pick up my birth control this month.” You teased, biting your lip playfully and looking at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster. “If you fuck me, you will knock me up.” He let out the filthiest little groan, pulling your clothed pussy down harder on his throbbing cock.

“Would that be so bad toots?” He almost panted, lips latching onto your neck hungrily. His kisses were sloppy and wet and painfully needy. Nothing else made Bucky Barnes this horny. You could tell his resolve was unravelling quickly, desperate to get you out of your clothes and against the nearest surface so he could fuck you hard.

“Would feel so good Buck, would do anything to feel you cumming in me, putting another baby in my belly. Maybe even two this time. Imagine how big I’d be.” You placed his flesh hand on your tummy and Bucky looked up at you with utter desperation. He needed this, more than he needed to breathe. There was something so primal about it, knowing you were fertile and desperate to be filled but it came from a place of complete love. He had never had any interest in this particular kink before he met you, simply because he had never wanted any other woman to have his children. You had brought out this side of him.

“You sure you want this? You’re sure we’re ready?” He quizzed, eyes squeezed shut and his forehead resting on your shoulder, doing his absolute best not to look at you, knowing the look on your face would make him even needier. He needed to hear you say it before he lost what little resolve he still had.

“I’m sure if you are, Buck.” You nodded. Before you even had time to think of anything else, his lips captured yours in a searing kiss. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and breathy moans, his hands were everywhere all at once, in your hair, on your waist, down your thighs, up your back. The throb of his painfully hard cock was intoxicating, you could hardly think straight by the time he pulled away for air. He wasted no time in pulling your top off, tossing it to the ground without a second thought.

“Shit you’re perfect.” He hissed, pulling your bra off before taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. You let out a long groan at how good it felt to have his teeth teasing your pebbled nipple, tongue soothing over it after a particularly hard bite. After a moment he switched his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment while still cupping the other with his flesh hand. Your moans were out of control but you couldn’t help it. His hot mouth was wet and sinful, you were grinding on his cock harder than before but you couldn’t find it in you to feel shame or embarrassment.

“F-feels so good.” You stuttered, barely more than a whisper. Bucky looked up at you, making eye contact as he sucked on your breast. You grasped his hair and felt his low moan rumble against your skin. “So wet for you baby, please…. Bedroom, Bucky, now.” You whined, arching your back to press harder against his hot mouth.

“So needy for me.” He hummed, pulling his mouth from your nipple with a gentle pop. He placed his metal arm underneath you and lifted you both off the couch, carrying you effortlessly to the bedroom before dropping you gracelessly onto the bed. He wasted no time, making sure his mouth was back on you again within seconds. He sucked little bites into your neck that you knew will be darkened up by the morning, only stopping to pull his shirt over his head.

“Need more Bucky.” You gasped, writhing under his relentless mouth. He only groaned, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

“You’re fucking soaked toots.” Bucky breathed against your underwear, you could tell you had soaked through it without even having to look down, his breath was hot against your sex. He placed one of your legs over each of his shoulders, bringing his head to where you needed him most. His tongue darted deliciously over your lace covered pussy, the delicate underwear adding a little friction. Once he had teased enough, he pulled your underwear aside with one hand, tongue pressing insistently against your clit. “Taste so sweet for me doll, can’t get enough of this wet little cunt. Can’t wait to fill it full of cum.” He mused, dipping a finger into your needy hole. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, letting him do as he wanted to your body with just one hand in his dark hair to guide him. He gently curled his finger repeatedly, still lapping at your clit with his tongue and it had you mewling, writhing against his mouth.

“ ‘Nother finger Bucky.” You pleaded, practically fucking yourself against his face. He chuckled deeply, the vibrations making you keen against him. He did as you asked and added another finger, pumping them in time with his flicks to your clit. After a good hard pull on his hair, he pressed his mouth flush to your clit, sucking desperately on your swollen bud. You barely had time to think as you came hard on his fingers, gushing and clenching around his digits, moaning his name obscenely. He worked you through your high and kept going until you were spent, only stopping when you became oversensitive.

“That feel good kitten?” He asked as he finally surfaced from between your thighs, huffing a little laugh out at how fast you nodded. He took his two soaked fingers, pressing them to your lips and you accepted them happily, swirling your tongue around them, enjoying the taste of your own slickness. He hummed appreciatively, watching as your sinful mouth worked wonders on his fingers. “Ready for me to fill this needy little cunt?” He asked softly, tenderly cupping your face with his other hand. You nodded, not letting his fingers slip from your mouth as you did so, pulling a little moan from his plump lips. “Ready for me to make you a mommy again? Can’t wait to see your belly swell with another one of my babies. Gonna take such good care of you, you’ll never need anything doll.” Bucky hummed, watching as you undid his belt and slid his trousers down, pulling his underwear down too. His hard cock sprang free, leaking precum and he didn’t miss how you ran your tongue over your bottom lip at the sight of him. You gave him a few firm pumps with your hand and his eyes fluttered shut, lips parted deliciously.

“You wanna grab the condom or will I?” You joked, making him open his eyes again.

“Funny toots, we both know how much you hate condoms. You love my cock raw, don’t you kitten? Feels so much better when you can feel every bare inch inside you. And now you’re not on birth control it’ll feel that little bit better, knowing you’re not leaving this bed this weekend until I’ve knocked you up.” His words were a sweet torment, especially since you knew he truly meant every last one of them. He pushed you back onto the bed and positioned himself on top of you, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. He pressed forward into you ever so slowly, your walls having to stretch to accommodate his impressive size. If you were completely honest, this might just be your favourite part of sex with Bucky. That initial thrust into your wet heat was always so intimate, your moans mingling together beautifully. The eye contact you and Bucky shared during those first few seconds always made everything more intense, no matter how rough or kinky you had planned the sex to be, that eye contact was a reminder to you both that this was love making, born from mutual respect and adoration. “God, so fucking tight babydoll, feels so good.” Came your husband’s little groan, his face buried in your hair that was fanned out on the pillow.

“Need you to fuck me Bucky.” Your impatient little plea made his heart melt and he pulled out of you just as slowly as he had pushed in, making you feel every last inch of his throbbing member. He thrust back in fast and hard, gasps pulled from your mouths simultaneously at the overwhelming sensations his actions brought both of you. Your fingers grasped his strong arms, feeling the plates in his metal one shift as he pulled slowly out again before forcefully thrusting back in.

“How are you still so fucking tight toots? Love how tight this little pussy grips me. God, you’re so good for me, taking me so well.” He praised, beginning to set a faster pace now that your body had become accustomed to his size. You could only moan under him, letting him dictate the pace, just thankful that he was now going faster than before. After a few minutes, he reached down, grasping one of your legs in his huge hands, guiding it up over his shoulder. The change in angle had the head of his cock nudging deliciously against your cervix and you were pretty damn sure that was his intention anyway.

“Shit Buck, you’re so big.” You groaned, gripping his broad, muscular back. “Can feel you here.” You took his flesh hand and pressed it to your lower abdomen.

“And that’s exactly where I’m gonna cum toots, deep in that fertile little pussy. Can’t fucking wait to have you -AH- knocked up again.” Your walls had contracted around him mid-sentence and he practically lost his entire train of thought with the way you were squeezing him.

“Gonna make you a daddy again Buck, is that what you want? You want all our friends knowing we’re back to fucking like rabbits? Still can’t keep our hands off each other even though we’re new parents, is that it?” You murmured between breathy moans.

“We never stopped fucking like rabbits.” He laughed quietly, giving you a hot, passionate kiss. He reached between your bodies and started to rub your clit with two of his metal fingers in slow, teasing circles. He so badly wanted to make this last but he had been far too turned on for far too long, as had you. The sounds of your needy groans filled the room as you clawed at his back, determined to drive him into you deeper. “You hear how soaked your pussy is? Just know you’re gonna have that fucked-out look on your face by the time I’m done. Love seeing my little wife looking satisfied.” Bucky panted, really pounding into you. The bed was practically shaking under the force of his thrusts but neither of you cared enough to stop. “Say it for me toots, please.” He almost begged, sounding absolutely wrecked. His fingers had brought you so close to the edge you would’ve happily agreed to anything so long as he let you cum.

“Please Bucky, I’m not on birth control, please fill me, oh- Bucky knock me up, put a baby in me, please Buck I need you to cum deep in this wet little pussy.” You whimpered, feeling him still inside you with a loud groan, his pulsing tip pressed right up to the opening of your cervix. His moans were endless as he came but he was focusing only on keeping his fingers moving against your clit to pull you over the edge with him. You followed soon after, letting out a high pitched whine, his head was buried in the crook of your neck, coming down from his high as he tore yours from your body. Your orgasm was so intense, the filthy drag of Bucky’s thick cock against your walls as he throbbed inside you made it even better, knowing neither of you had used protection. Neither of you moved for a few minutes, your sweaty bodies heaving, trying to drag air into your lungs before Bucky pulled out, propping a pillow under you hips.

“S’pposed to be good to keep your hips elevated afterwards if you’re trying to conceive.” He mumbled with a little smile, pulling you close to him. You tucked yourself under his metal arm, enjoying how cool it felt on your flushed skin. You two lay there together, chatting happily about how you would have to redecorate the nursery for this new little one as soon as you were able to confirm you were pregnant. He let his hand rest lovingly on your tummy and even though you couldn’t be sure that time had worked, you intended to keep trying, just to make sure.

[viperssunflower]

Lost Sunflower

Setting: Kings Landing/ Little Fingers(Lannister) Brothel

Character List: Y/N (F!Reader), Prince Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, Little Finger, Olyver, Ros, Tyrion Lannister, Bronn, Tywin Lannister, Y/N’s father, Ser Gregor Clegane “The Mountain” (will be updated if characters added)

Warnings/Rated: E!, Explicit, 18+ ONLY,

IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ KEEP. SCROLLING.

This is an explicit fic, there will be smut and alluding to smut as well as swearing, possible blood and knifes mentioned. I will update warnings for each chapter, but this fic itself is entirely explicit! So pls, only 18+

For this Chapter Warnings: swearing, smut, implied smut, oral (only mentioned, near the end) but male receiving.

Pairing: Oberyn x You, Oberyn x Ellaria, You x Ellaria

Oberyn x F! Reader (You) x Ellaria

Summary: Y/N is one of Little Fingers toys, she is a quiet and reserved girl who does as he wishes, however she defends herself if need be. Her arrival at Kings Landing and into the clutches of Lord Baelish is less than ideal. Our Y/N is a holder of a secret or few and one particular Olyver wishes to know more. That is until the notorious Red Viper is in country and she is one of the possible suitors for him and his beautiful paramour. Normally, Ellaria steers from the timid ones, but she sees something in Y/N, but not just as a woman to bring her and her lover pleasure but someone who is hiding something. Someone who is in need of something, of what she does not know. But, what Ellaria does know is when someone is not where they belong. These three have not come in contact by sheer purpose, but by the God’s accord and this truly will be a trip to Kings Landing that Oberyn and Ellaria will leave with justice in more ways than one

Chapter 1

The warm bright light of the sun was what woke you up, what usually woke you up. You felt it was the most calming way to start your day, after all, your days are usually anything but calm. This morning was one of those mornings where you truly wished to not leave your bed, or should you say cot tucked in a barely 200 square room foot room. The rest of your room consisted of a three drawer stand, a small pile of books and a washbin. You could go to the public one within the brothel where the rest of the “workers” go, but you’d found a bin for a reasonable sum on you rare allowance to leave and put it in your room for privacy. It was the only thing you really had when it came to the life you were now living.

After changing from your night clothes, a thin tank top and cloth shorts, you are now dressed in your standard day clothes. A dark maroon wrap dress, a gold band on your wrist, your hair partly braided just so it is out of your face and your necklace… safely hidden behind your dresses front. Yes the dress was open in the front in a v-shape but the chain was long enough to be hidden. As well as your earrings, multiple piercings in fact, covered your ears with gold curtesy of Lord Baelish himself.

As the days usual morning customers arrive, you hide out in the garden and kitchen to prepare some plates and dishes. Of course you can only hide so far from the Master’s mouse, “Morning Y/N.”

Olyver.

Biting back a sigh you turn, clearing your voice, “Good morning Olly, what can I do for you?” you reply, hands crossed in front of you. The blonde strides closer, his standard blue and gold robes on, with of a deviant smirk. “Just doing my normal rounds, checking on my girls.” You scoff, what an asshole, “We aren’t yours, Olyver. We don’t belong to anyone, not you. Not-” just then he grabs your chin in pinch. “I’d be careful with that mouth of yours little flower, it could get you in some deep trouble. He sneers, pinching just enough to hurt slightly as you glare up at him. This only amusing him more. "Now… how about you go make it useful. The backroom, two men. Lannister soldiers, chop chop” he sneers, letting go with a slight shove and pushing you out of the room. Groaning you follow the path to the back room, making your entrance through the side door the two soldiers are already nibbling on the fruit. “Ah there she is, c’mere lass. Come make our morning worth our while, your pay is already in the bowl” one says extending an arm as you check your gold bowl. Fake smile and all, you carefully remove your shoes and necklace. Placing the jewelry into the shoe before walking over. The solider, patting his thigh with a gesture of his head has you right where he wants you once sitting down. His own hand now on your knee, while the other man leans against the table nibbling away. “Oye, you know why he’s here?” the solider whose lap you now occupy asks, you shake your head wrapping an arm around his neck to not seem timid, giving your best seductive glance as you can. “He’s here… cause he lost a bet you see. Now, *the soldier, begins to trace your collar bone, aiming lower* he gets to watch you suck me off.” With that, you are picked up and put to the floor on your knees, a sharp whimper at the definite bruises now on your bones. Looking up, still not visible pain displayed on your face, you slide your hands up the soldiers legs. “Go on lass… let me fuck your face.”

Good morning to you.