#she looked as buck too tbh

[rosstrytobe]

Kim: "That i looked like someone that you know"

[buckleygracechan]

I think I just figured out what my favorite episode of 911 is. Not in terms of arcs or scenes just like the entire episode. And rn it's definitely 4x6 where ravi says the q-word and everyone assumes they're cursed. Expect eddie of course bc duh he has to be a sassy bitch about it. But like the ep starts with buck 3.0 and his clipboard and eddie being so smitten which is already such a plus. And then it's just such a silly and wholesome episode. Nothing too traumatizing or serious, just some crazy random calls and a lot of humor. I LOVE it. And don't forget this beautiful line from bobby: "they're so focused on what they don't have, they miss the chance to have something else, something real." AND honestly the entire dialogue after that line. Absolutely phenomenal. And while all of that is happening someone cosplays as a firefighter and steals the 118 engine. Like this episode is just flawlessly amazing in my opinion. And bc I love including pics here are some of my favs. Don't tell me you can't hear these.

[pyreshe]

also if i go missing within the next week its my sister bc i have been calling her a crossing guard nepo baby for the past several days <3

[jinkiezzsstuff]

At First Sight PT2

Alastor x doe!reader

PART ONE PART 3

this is a short part 2 to a request, tbh i didn’t think about continuing it before so i struggled a bit and it’s quite short! i’m so sorry gang ;-; i hope it satiates yall if not lemme know what i can cook up for you

Warnings: love sick alastor + reader, ooc alastor, mates/soulmate trope, mentions of reproduction and pregnancy (dw yall i didn’t do the no no there is no pregnancy it’s just mentioned bc it supposed to be gn), short short, swearing, not proof read, hmmmm i think that’s it lmk whatcha think

wee little taglist for the people who asked kiss kiss: @fairyv-ice @chirimeimei

Tucked underneath Alastors chin you laid comfortably alongside him in bed. You’d been awake awhile now tail thumping softly behind you as you watched the demon sleep his smiled soft and barely showing. He laid in pyjama bottoms only chest bare and on display for you. You absentmindedly traced the scars along his torso feeling him respond with goosebumps every now and again.

“Goodmorning my doe,” Alastors voice rang out, killing the silence. It was shocking to hear his static gone and his regular voice out on display, dripped in sleepy sultry. “Good morning my buck.” You reply sickeningly sweet while crawling up to lean over his face, his eyes were lidded now gazing at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked playing with the stray hair that swept across his face. “Indeed darling very well. I should be good for several days.” He chirped happily, ears flicking. “We should head down, i need to talk to Charlie.” You say with a grimace.

Last night when Charlie caught you and Al, you felt guilty, you knew Charlie was a sweetheart but you practically abandoned her all day for Alastor, then scared her silly with a deal and sex! Groaning you grab your head while Alastor stood. With a snap of his fingers the two of you were dressed, and that did take a load of stress of you. “Come now my doe, I’ll be there the whole time, no shame and if there is we’ll be ashamed together!”

Alastor seemed pretty bright in his exclamation holding his arm out to you. Obviously you trusted Al you gave yourself and soul to him and only him just last night. So while attached at the arm the two of you trotted downstairs.

Arriving downstairs interlocked you were both greeted by all the patrons already in the living area next to the bar. Charlie was the first to make a noise gasping, meanwhile Angel was practically vibrating in his seat. Just as Angel was about to talk Vaggie interrupted. “You made a fucking deal!?” Screamed the fallen angel, hands thrown behind her as the rest of her body lurched forward. Frowning you bit your lip, of course this was gonna be an awkward conversation with Charlie, but with the whole hotel listening. Even worse!

“Neva mind that Vagina! Let’s talk about the real stuff. How big? Seven? Eight? Twelve?! Ouch-“ Vaggie knocked Angel over the head with the back of her spear. “Yikes alright, twelve is greedy…. ten?” Angel whispered cackling at Vaggie who growled at her. Alastor, obviously unhappy, began to crackle with static, black shadows oozing out from the floor and encompassing the room slowly.

At the sight of Alastor’s figure demonically stretching the room fell silent, you only gazed up at the deer slightly aroused by his stature and the way his antlers screwed out like branches. “You’re quite the sight.” You say dreamily, barely even noticing you spoke to begin with, Alastor’s head cracked down to you. Coming back to himself Alastor hummed out adoringly, petting your head but wanting to kiss you, unfortunately that was a step too far for him right now.

“Uhm anyway, YN, can you please tell me about the deal?” Charlie begged worry on her face as she looked to you and Alastor. You felt the guilt crawl at you again. “I… well I’m not sure why but there’s just this pull i have to Alastor, he asked me to be his i said yes i…” You veered off feeling too embarrassed by all the eyes, thankfully Alastor pulled you in theatrically waving his microphone around, taking the attention off you.

“Well this lovely doe was just made for me you see? I’m perfectly capable of protecting such a divine creature and though I don't doubt your ability, princess I'd feel a lot more comfortable being the one to do so.” Alastor fired off sounding like a proper radio host as he did so. Charlie looked confused but then perked up happily.

“This is thee perfect redeeming quality Alastor, love is so pure! This is great!” As Charlie felt giddy, Vaggie felt suspicious eyeing the red demon. “So what did you even sell- what was the deal?” You hummed tapping your finger to your lip; well you didn’t know, just that you gave yourself to him.

Looking up to Alastor for help here he happily obliged. “Worry not you angry little woman,” Alastor replied, pinching Vaggies cheek, her angrily pushing him off. “The contract was nothing greater than marriage.” The entire room, yourself included, was surprised at this. You knew this was a soul binding contract, but for him to make that connection on his own was well to you sweet as ever. Your tail flicked happily behind you as you looked to Alastor who returned to your side.

Charlie was as equally as happy as you were, but Vaggie and Husk kept within the same boat of apprehension. “Why so suddenly?” Asked Vaggie again, but Alastor shrugged her off. “I’m unsure dear, just that i couldn’t resist this little doe. Like fate.” Alastor pondered meanwhile you briefly seethed at Alastor for referring to Vaggie as dear.

“Maybe it’s like some soulmate bullshit between deer?” Angel pipped up, putting in his required two cents. Husk groaned at that, but Charlie squeaked jumping up. “That is totally possible! It happened with my dad! Well, y’know in the beginning.” Charlie chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. Alastor shook his head rapidly a soft laugh echoing out of him.

“No way dear, how is that possible?” He mocked bopping Charlie atop the head with his mic, you again weren’t happy hearing him call another demon dear, but you let it fly. “Well you both are deer, could it be instinctual?” Charlie reasoned her pitch, giving away her uncertainty.

You hummed looking up towards Alastor to see him already looking down to you. “I think Alastor and I would need to talk about it privately before we have a group conversation about it. It’s kinda of embarrassing.” You admit already tired of the discussion. Charlie however didn’t like the idea of not having an answer, so with a plan in mind she turned to Vaggie. “Vaggie can you take them to the library, maybe look some stuff up online? We need to figure this out.” Charlie asked giving Vaggie a look that conveyed this was more of a do this rather than a can you do this.

Nodding her head Vaggie looked at you, who looked at Alastor. Alastor shrugged and muttered he didn’t see the issue, so long as you were safe. So you and Vaggie headed off, meanwhile Charlie calmly asked to speak with Alastor in private.

Alone in Alastor’s radio tower, Charlie sat on one side of the broadcasting table while Alastor sat behind it, tunes playing out of him. “So Al,” Charlie started breathing out a deep breath. “Can you please tell me what’s going on with the deal, listen i can’t have them get hurt! I’ll even make a deal.” Charlie said sadly gazing off, she didn’t want to make a deal, but she would.

Alastor watched her, and pitied her odd behaviour. Resting his chin on his hand Alastor sat quietly for a moment, Charlie waiting with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “It was nothing malicious that i can assure you. Although, i’m not sure what happened between them and myself, I felt pretty agressive in my feelings to protect them. Of course that private moment between us should’ve stayed private,” Alastors words were stern as he glared down at Charlie who shrunk bashfully in her seat.

“But suppose since you know i will confess in that moment of intensity, i did the only thing I knew how to do to my dear. I’m not particularly good with emotions, and so I simply ensured I’d have them with a deal.” Tapping his nails on the desk Alastor kept his composure but inside he was scolding himself for even letting that much truth out. Charlie seemed to like the sound of that though, nodding her head in agreement.

“So you won’t, and you don’t have any plans to hurt them?” Alastors ears pinned back subconsciously, he didn’t enjoy being accused of cruelty when it came to you, and he didn’t know he could be any more truthful. “My dear i swear, on my mother, not a hair on their pretty doe head, will ever be hurt by me.” Holding his right hand up, head high Alastor watched as Charlie eased into a smile. Nodding at him.

Rejoining the crew downstairs Alastor and Charlie were shocked to see you and Vaggie had returned. “How come you guys are back so quick?” Vaggie turned at the sound of Charlie’s voice, eyes bugged slightly. “Yeah you won’t believe what we found.” Vaggie said handing Charlie a book about demons and mating. Charlie didn’t seem too keen on the book ‘uhs’ immediately falling from her mouth.

You stepped up, opening the book to the checked marked place. “It’s species dependent on how mating affects someone, in this case Doe’s are more of a rarity in hell meaning it was an instinct for the two of us to kinda ‘mate’ or ‘bond’ to one another, as if we had to worry about going extinct.” You scoffed watching as Charlie glazed over the words while listening to you. “Weird. It must be because you’re a hellborn and an angel, so technically you can reproduce.”

A record scratch sounded out from Alastor, the lot of you looking towards his stiff figure. “Don’t worry Al, we’re pretty sure you’re still unable to.” Charlie hushed to him, before giving you a look that told you, she didn’t really know that to be true. You weren’t worried though, almost a hundred percent certain that he would not be able to have children. “Welp, at least now we know that’s a thing,” Angel sighed from the background, Vaggie glaring at him.

Pulling you into his side Alastor grinned his poise returned. “Look at us figuring stuff out why wasn’t this just the teamwork we all needed, good job.” Alastor applauded slightly condescending, but Charlie was happy with it nonetheless giving two thumbs up to you and Alastor.

[alexandrium]

i just had a random flashback to when I was working at the pet food store and the various people insisting their pets eat vegan. a lady would come in like 2 or 3 times a month with brochures talking about how cats should be vegan and HER cat was vegan etc etc. another girl got a puppy and I helped her pick out food and puppy hood stuff. she came back like almost a year later and she was like "I joined this Facebook group that was talking about veganism for dogs! I thought it was a good idea since I just turned vegan!!! What do you think???" And I told her it was a bad idea and the reasons why. She got upset and then I saw her again ONCE after and her dog looked. Really skinny. He was line a golden retriever and he went from looking good to looking skinny. I asked her about his diet and she said he was doing great and then didn't wanna keep talking about it.

[mrsbarnesblog]

Jersey

masterlist ko-fi ao3

College! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha’s idea of getting a jersey with Bucky’s name turned out to be much better than you expected.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: smut, established relationship, college, football player bucky is a biggest warning tbh, he's so in love, locker room sex, nat is good friend, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

Author's note: honestly one of my favorite fics because college athlete bucky is my biggest weakness (I should probably write about him more often)💘

It’s been another game for the "Avengers", where your boyfriend Bucky Barnes was a quarterback. Today was one of the most important games against "Hydra" – their biggest enemy. Obviously, you couldn't miss the game, and Natasha, your best friend and roommate, will be with you as always. And right now, she has convinced you to do something that has been on your mind for a long time.

"C’mon, It’ll be fun. He’ll like it, I promise!" She said as you two stood near the place that made custom t-shirts with any prints. And at this moment, Natasha wanted you to order a jersey with Bucky’s number and his name on it.

"I don’t know, Nat. I mean, I want to do it, but what if he thinks that it’s too much?" You nervously played with the hem of your skirt.

"Now stop it." She stood before you and put her hand on her hips like a mother who was scolding her child. "You’ve been dating for more than a year, and his guy loves you so fucking much that he can’t even tear his eyes from you every time you two are in the same room. So when I tell you that he’ll love it, I mean it." You silently looked at her for a few minutes, but when she questionably raised her eyebrow, you finally gave up.

"Fine, you won. I hate you."

"I love you too, baby." Nat chuckled and dragged you to the store.

It seemed like there were thousands of people because everyone wanted to see one of the most important games of the season. People were already taking their seats, but you and Nat went straight to the locker room to wish the guys good luck. Trainer Fury was very strict about this, and it was forbidden for people not from the team to go there, but for some reason Nat always found a way to solve this problem.

"Guys!" Natasha loudly knocked at the door. "Are all of you already dressed up? I’m not in the mood to see somebody’s ass today!"

"Come in!" You heard Thor’s loud voice.

"Oh, I see our support group is here." As soon as you two walked in, Sam ended up between you and Nat and threw his hands over your shoulders, leading you deeper into the room. "Barnes will be here soon; don’t worry."

"Okay. Are you guys ready to beat their asses?" You smiled and looked at the almost entire team that had come to see you and Nat.

"Don’t worry, Sweets, we’ll win, as always." Tony answered you while he was cleaning his helmet. "But you should tell your boyfriend to stay away from Rumlow, or else he’ll be suspended again. By the way, is that jersey with his name?" You quietly nodded as the whole team made an impressive ‘woo’ together.

"You two are disgustingly sweet, you know that?" Sam rolled his eyes, and at the same time, the door slammed. "It’s him; go give him some kisses for luck."

"Shut up, Samuel." You laughed and left their little circle to find Bucky looking at his phone. "Don’t you want to say hi, James?" He moved his eyes to you, and his face immediately lit up with happiness.

"I just wanted to text you." He threw his phone on the bench and came closer to wrap his arms around you. "Hi, doll. I missed you so much today." He mumbled into your neck.

"I missed you too, Buck." You smiled when your heart filled with all the love you had for that man. "But wait, I have to show you something." You slipped out of his hands, excited and nervous at the same time. "Look what I’ve got!" You happily turned around to show Bucky your back and flipped your hair to the side so he could see everything better. "Do you like it?"

You had a big red jersey on you, to which Bucky didn't even pay attention at first. But when you turned around, his mouth went dry and his whole body became fuzzy. You had his number 17 and the word "Barnes" on your back. You were wearing his last name on your back.

For a few seconds, he was silent. He didn't answer your answer either, so with confusion written on your face, you faced him again, only to see a weird look on his face.

"What? You don't like it? Should I take this off? I'm sorry…" You started to apologize, only to be interrupted by his low voice.

"Don't you dare take this off, Y/N." He suddenly came closer to you again, and the next thing you knew, your back was slapped against the metal lockers when Bucky’s lips attacked you. He kissed you passionately and deeply, pressing his body against yours as if he was desperate to touch you and feel you closer. You couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped your mouth when he tilted your head with his hand, helping his tongue slip into your mouth.

You thought that you heard the screams of the boys on the other side of the room, but they were really muffled when your head was filled with the thought of your boyfriend’s soft lips and warm skin. Bucky finally broke the kiss, leaving you two catching your breath while he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"You don’t understand what you’re doing to me. You look so fucking hot in this jersey, I want to fuck you right now." He whispered so only you could hear. "You made me hard, doll." To prove his words, he pushed his hips a little bit closer to you so you could feel the hardness.

"‘M sorry; I didn’t know that you would react like that."

"Hey, Buck, we should already go." Bucky’s grip on your waist became only tighter, when he heard Steve’s voice, and he nuzzled into your neck.

"Give me a minute."

"The game is gonna start soon."

"I said, give me a minute, Steve!" He said it louder. Bucky deeply inhaled, and it was obvious that he just needed some time to calm down.

"Shh, it’s okay, James." You put your hands through his hair because you knew that it would instantly relax him. "You're gonna win this game, right? And without fights." 

"I’ll do everything for you. I just love you so much, doll." He whispered into your neck when his body finally relaxed and he was able to move away from you.

"I love you too, James." He quickly kissed you again before turning around to face the team, who had knowing smirks on their faces.

"You two should get a room." Sam had an annoyed look on his face.

"Don’t worry, Birdbrain, we will. Are you ready for the game, or are you gonna stand here and complain all day?" Bucky winked at you and went out of the room without waiting for the answer from Sam.

"So…" Natasha suddenly appeared near you. "Did you make The White Wolf hard by just wearing a shirt with his name on it?" She grinned, as it was her original plan that worked.

"Oh, shut up!"

The game was tough. Hydra played dirty as always, and Bucky almost got into a fight with Rumlow during the intense moment. You almost jumped out of the seat during the last few minutes of the game, and when "Avengers" finally won, you and Natsha screamed at the top of your lungs.

As soon as the team was done cheering and hugging, Bucky looked at the seat where you were supposed to be but saw only Nat, who pointed at you already standing near the rim. He ran to you with the biggest smile on his face, and when he finally reached you, he crushed his lips into yours.

You didn’t care that many people looked at you, even though you knew that some particular groups of girls would gossip about it for the next week because… well, everyone wanted your boyfriend. You just wrapped your hands around his sweaty neck and pulled him closer to you as far as you could with a fence between you two.

"I’m so proud of you, baby." You whispered into his lips. "You were amazing as always."

"Thank you, doll. I'm happy that you’re here with me." He looked into your eyes as his right thumb rubbed your cheek.

"You know I couldn’t miss your game, especially if it’s that important."

"Mhm, can you… come to the locker room in like twenty minutes?" Bucky nervously licked his lips.

"To the locker room? I thought we were going to celebrate it with the team as always."

"Maybe later, but I’m thinking of something, so come, ‘kay?" He started to go back to the field, but not before giving you another sweet kiss on the lips.

***

You sat in the cafeteria for about twenty minutes, passionately waiting for the appropriate time to go to the locker room because you really didn’t want to see another naked man that wasn’t your boyfriend. One such experience was enough for you. You asked Nat to come with you, but when you repeated Bucky’s words to her, she just gave you a mysterious smirk and patted you on the shoulder, saying that you better go there alone.

When you finally got there and knocked on the door, you heard only Bucky’s voice, who told you to come in.

"James? What’s going on?" You asked as you came further into the room. It was empty except for Bucky, who came out of nowhere and locked the door. "What are you doing?"

He didn’t answer you; he just crossed the room, kissed you, and pushed your back into the metal lockers, just as he did it a few hours ago. He was greedy, passionate, and a little bit too rough, so you couldn’t keep the moan from escaping your mouth. Bucky’s hands squeezed your hips and then went higher under your jersey.

"Bucky…" You pulled away from the kiss, but he took advantage of it and started kissing your neck. Your eyes rolled back as you squeezed his shoulders and completely forgot everything you wanted to say. He sucked your soft skin into his mouth and even bit you. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to leave dark marks on your neck, but, honestly, you didn’t care. He smelled too good fresh out of the shower, with his bare chest and low-rise gray sweatpants, and his mouth… God, you knew what his mouth could do. "Baby, we can’t do it here."

"We can, and we will." He left your neck and looked at you, leaving only a few inches between your faces. "You can’t imagine how hard it was for me not to bend you over the closest surface when you showed me that fucking shirt. With my name on it? So everyone could see that you’re mine?" Bucky licked his already swollen lips. You pressed your thighs together, feeling how wet you were. He definitely felt that motion because his eyes became darker, and he looked like he was going to devour you at that same place.

"James…" You quietly whimpered, not being able to hold yourself anymore.

"Baby, fuck– doll, I love it when you call me that. You drive me insane." He decided not to lose any more time, so his hands went straight to the button of your jeans. He helped you get out of them, not losing a chance to touch your bare legs. "Now turn around, baby." You heard a deep moan, probably when he saw the back of the shirt again.

"Bucky, please." You whispered when you felt that more juices came out of you. You loved when your boyfriend became needy and possessive.

"Look at you, doll. You're already ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet." He said that when he put his hand over your pussy, he probably felt the heat and pulse. "I would’ve eaten you out, but I need you too fucking much, so I promise to do it when we get to my place."

"O-okay, just do something, please." You pushed your ass back and heard a loud, deep moan as soon as you touched Bucky’s hard cock through his pants. You put your hands behind your back to try to push down his clothes, and at the same time, Bucky removed your black thongs.

You felt his hard cock on the bare skin of your ass, the tip already leaking with pre-cum. Bucky squeezed your ass with his hands and moved his hips. His perfectly shaped cock grinded against your wet folds, and you couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping your throat.

"Please, don’t tease me–" You didn’t even finish the sentence when Bucky moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. The mixture of pain and pleasure washed over you, and you didn’t even realize that you moaned too loudly. He was too perfect, filling you completely and stretching you around him in the most delicious way.

"Sh-h, sweetheart, you don’t want other people to hear you, right?" One of Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt and laid on your stomach, and the other one covered your mouth, pulling you closer to his chest. "Good girl." He mumbled into your ear when you shook your head.

Bucky pulled away from you, still staying deep inside of your heat, letting you adjust to his size. He put one hand from your mouth on your back, which made you lean forward toward the lockers. The cold metal cooled your hot skin, but it still felt like you were burning inside.

Bucky finally started moving his hips, and the filling of his dick coming in and out of you made you almost faint. You two had sex a million times, but it still amazed you how full and satisfied he made you feel.

"That’s right, doll. You’re so greedy for my dick, huh?" He started to go faster, and you tried to move your body to his rhythm. "Was this your plan? Showing me that fucking jersey, so I could fuck you like a little slut you actually are?" His hand went over your back, tracing letters on your shirt with his fingers, and his motions became harder. In fact, it wasn’t your idea, but you should definitely thank Natasha because you really didn’t expect your boyfriend to become even more obsessed with you.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and you clenched around Bucky’s cock, making him moan. "I feel how you’re clenching ‘round me. I know that you like it when I call you my slut. Only mine." 

"Yes, Bucky– James, please." A sudden slap on your right cheek pulled another moan out of you, and Bucky just chuckled, knowing that you’re always loud with him.

"Please what, baby?"

"Let me cum, please– James! I’m so close." You felt too overwhelmed with pleasure, not even realizing that you started crying when his fingers moved to your clit, drawing little circles there.

"Fuck, one day I’m gonna make you Mrs. Barnes, so you will have a well-damn reason to wear this shirt." He deeply chuckled, moving harder and harder into you. More nasty sounds of skin slapping into skin and your not-so-quiet moans filled the room. "Can you imagine that, baby? Being my cute little wife, who likes when I fuck the shit out of her? Poor doll, crying. Can’t even handle my cock deep inside your pussy, can’t you?" He moved even deeper into you, and that was it.

"God– James!" You slammed your hands on the metal near your face, trying to find something to hold onto, as the wave of heat and extreme pleasure covered your whole body and mind. Your legs trembled, and the only thing that kept you straight was Bucky’s strong hands. He felt that you were over the edge, that you couldn’t stand on your legs, and he definitely felt more juices coming out of you. He looked down and saw how his shiny cock was coming in and out of your pussy that was particularly choking him, and that sight threw him over the edge. With the last movement, he pulled your body into him, wrapping his hands around you and releasing his hot seed deep inside of you.

You both moaned at the feeling of you being so full of his cum that it had already started dripping down your thighs.

"That’s it, baby." Bucky whispered into your ear. "You did so well. Are you okay?" He left light kisses on your cheek.

It was too intense; not a single thought came to your head, and for a few seconds you tried to put yourself together.

"Mhm." It was the only thing that you were able to answer because your body was still trembling with the leftovers of your intense orgasm.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes until Bucky realized that you had become too sleepy. He tried to pull out, but you grabbed his hand.

"‘m too sensitive." You almost cried.

"I know, sweetheart, but now I have to clean you and take you home." Bucky gently came out of you, and your body got goosebumps at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. It took him all the strength not to shove it back into you with his fingers, but you were obviously too tired, and he couldn’t properly take care of you since you weren’t at his or your bedroom.

Bucky fell on his knees, quickly took a towel from his bag on the floor, and carefully cleaned the mess between your thighs. He reached for your panties, helped you put them back, leaving a soft kiss on your leg, and then helped you sit on the bench.

He looked at your sleepy and tired face while putting on his clothes.

"Hey, doll? You’re too quiet. Is everything okay? Was I too rough?"

"I’m ‘kay, it was just as intense as when you make me come many times in one night. Just help me with my jeans; I can’t feel my legs."

"Of course, sweetheart." He helped you with your pants and then fixed your messy hair. You couldn’t imagine how you must’ve looked right now. "I love you so much. Thank you for being here today. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me." Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his hands around your body, standing up with you.

"I love you too, Buck. So so much." You happily buried your face into his neck, knowing that your boyfriend was going to take care of everything.

He picked up his bag and keys for the locker room and came out of there. Bucky didn’t even close the door when he heard a familiar voice.

"Do not tell me that you two did what I think you did!" Sam was standing there a few steps away with disgust and shock on his face. "I didn’t expect that from you, Y/N/N." He joked.

"Sorry, Sam." You moved away from Bucky’s neck and tried to give Sam your best apologetic smile.

"Well, I’m not. Since you’re here, close the door, Birdbrain; we hurry."

Sam stood there for a few more moments after Bucky left with you in his arms.

He decided that the headphones that he left in the room could wait until another time.

[neuvistar]

TOO TEMPTING FOR ME TO RESIST. (tbh there is no topic or theme for this is just separate thirsts i’ve been thinkin abt for these men lawl)

— featuring ┊ dan heng, jing yuan, blade, luocha x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ not proofread whoops uh uhuh makeout sessions wink wink, use of she/her pronouns, hair pulling or tugging??? (luocha + blade), praising mayhaps?? (jing yuan), slight degradation (blade), vaginal fingering (danheng), oral sex (blade, fem!receiving) luocha being such a sweetheart (maybe ooc luocha? i don’t rlly know what he’s like so stay w me on this), mentions of breeding, ALSO blade is also called “ren” here cuz i think that’s his real name?? idk! luocha is a tittie lover foreal (tittie men.. ugh), use of nicknames (angel, sweetheart, etc), overall slight suggestive content || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊HONKAI STAR RAIL SMUT DEBUT FOREALSSS! except it’s kinda messy cuz this is just a brainrot n also i’m sososorry i’ll get requests done right after this, i’ve been busy so again think of this as a filler, although i did enjoy writing this tbh （＞ε＜ ）

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

“cmon pretty, tell me how much you trust me,“ dan heng pulled you closer, his right hand touching her cheek. “you’re giving me complete control over you. you’re letting me do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. how do you know I won't go too far?“ he plunged two fingers inside of her soaking wet cunt, earning a whine from her as she felt him buck his hips against her, fingering her at a slow and steady pace. fuck.. you were beautiful. dan heng wanted to do this with you for so long but yet never had the chance to ask you properly. you were just.. too tempting for him to resist. he wanted you, now. he wanted you to take him and his fingers right then and there on his lap

“hah.. i don’t mind.. just— mm.. faster please, ‘need you so bad, dan heng.”

he smiled nonchalantly, “well... I'm sorry if it gets too intimate. you asked for this, mm?.” dan heng pulled her into a deep kiss, pulling her body closer as his arm embraced her so gently while the other was working on her aching pussy, the lewd sounds of squelching could be heard as his fingers worked wonders on her sweet cunt, struggling to hold back the dirty sounds that threatened to leave her throat. that kiss soon became more passionate as his tongue explored your mouth. the taste of his lips was so addicting to you.. the sweet taste of strawberries filled your mouth. dan heng curled his slender fingers inside her as he began to bounce his leg gently, adding another digit inside. he kept the pace of his fingers up, planting a series of kisses and nibbles along her neck

she couldn’t take it. she really couldn’t. the feeling of his fingers inside of your cunt drove you crazy, you wanted more. you yearned for more. throwing her head back as she felt herself chasing her orgasm. “‘gonna cum, dan heng.. g-gonna cum!”

suddenly, he stopped the movements of his fingers, completely catching her off guard, her pussy clenching around his fingers. he slowly pulled out, cum connecting his digits to her cunt as he looked at her dead in the eye, chuckling to himself. “i love it when you cum on my fingers like that, sweetheart. it just makes me more tempted to ruin you more than i already do.”

✦ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍

“goodness your body is divine... it’s like you were carved by angels,” his eyes lingered on her chest, giving her a wide grin before planting a small kiss on her neck. “maybe that’s why you’re so tempting, hm? that body of yours.. ‘can’t get enough of it. temptin’ me too much.”

he pinned her down onto the mattress, knee brushing up against her crotch which forced out a whimper out of her as he chuckled lowly. “your body.. It's so damn beautiful,” jing yuan traces circles on your bare shoulder, kissing it every now and then. “your body is like art, angel. i wang to keep looking, touching, and feeling you.. i’m sure you wouldn't mind, would you?”

“you want me sooo bad don’t you, yu?”

he chuckled before his fingers moved up from her neck then to her chin, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “mm.. more than anything.“ he smirked pulling her into one of those kisses that she can't help but melt into, as his hand trails down into the curve of her waist, pulling away slightly. “you’re the only one I want, my sweet angel.“ jing yuan pulls her in even closer, the intensity of his kiss rising even more. “I crave you like nothing else. I need to have you, hold you, treasure you.” she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer than he already was, her hot breath landing on his neck as she licked it slowly, hearing a low moan leave his lips “fuck baby.. you’re like a drug to me, you make me weak. that’s why you’re so tempting. ‘s so hard to hold myself back when i see you.. ‘s hard to hold myself back from bending you over my desk to fill you up whole.”

his fingers ran along her thigh, lifting it up slightly as he interlocked his lips with hers, loving the feeling of her lips on his. jing yuan’s breathing becomes even more ragged, his eyes looking into hers with utter passion. “i’ll make sure you never forget tonight, ‘gonna breed you all full.. you want that, don’t you? you want a lil’ me and a lil’ you running around, sweet thing? ‘cause i’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”

✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

“stay still f’me.” he lifted her knees to her chest as he kept them in place, pushing her panties aside. he gazed up at her one last time, moving closer towards her with a low hum. his lips curved into a smirk, she sucked in a short sharp hiss of breath as he bit down on a spot on her thigh, kissing the other. “‘s mean.. always ‘s mean to me ren..”

“but you like it when i’m mean to you like this, right? don’t you put up at act with me. you know you enjoy it as much as i do.”

“mm.. ah! r—ren!” blade pressed his thumb against her puffy clit, giving your cunt one nice slap as her body shuddered, moaning his name before tightening her grip on his hair, pulling his face closer to her cunt. “‘always so desperate, huh? you want it so bad? fine. if that’s what you really want, i’ll give it to you, sweet thing. don’t start cryin’ that it’s t’much. because you’ll lay there and take it like the slut you are.” she whined and threw her head back as she felt his warm tongue lick her dripping slit. his tongue swirled around her clit, keeping her knees completely still.

god, he was good at this. it’s like he was a natural. licking at all the right places, circling his tongue on her folds, gazing up at her only to see she was already gazing down at him, eating her out like a mad man like there was no tomorrow. he stared at her in awe, the facial expressions she was making, the way she arched her back at how he lapped at her juices, and the way her hand on the back of his head pushed him down further on her cunt, he was absolutely losing it. all of the sudden, the pleasure she was receiving suddenly stopped as blade pulled away from her, licking his lips clean. he stared down in between her legs then right back at her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he crashed his lips against hers, letting her taste herself before pulling away from her lips slowly. “‘want more, ren..”

“then beg for it. ‘m not givin’ you anythin you want unless you beg. beg like a needy slut. maybe then i’ll give you whatever you please, cmon. lemme hear you beg for me, sweet girl.”

✦ 𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀

“want you to do whatever you want t’me, luocha. show me what you can do to me, show me that you’re the only one who can love me like this, who can cherish me like this, show me that nobody is willing to love me like you are, nobody is willing to be as genuine with me as you are.” she ran her fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp before tugging at it slightly, hearing the blonde’s breath hitch at that before smiling at her lovingly, “you’re really asking me to do absolutely anything i want with you?”

“please.”

“you’re doing things to me y’know that, princess?” luocha’s entire body throbbed with the immense heat present between them. she heard him sigh lowly, his lips now on hers kissing her roughly, his kisses filled with lust and heat ahe hadn’t felt in so long. she inhaled sharply, running her fingers through his soft locks, pulling on it gently once more. she kissed and sucked on his lip, yanking his hair more roughly now. he slipped his hand underneath your shirt, caressing your belly ever so gently with his palm, running his all the way up to cup your breast. a string of saliva followed his lips, pulling away from your lips. “say.. [name]?”

“mhm?”

“you said i can do whatever i want with you, right? that being said, i’m sure you wouldn’t mind if i put a little one in you right here right now, mhm? i’m sure you can handle that can’t you, princess?” her back arched at his words, body jolting at the feeling of his cold hands on her sensitive breasts, rubbing them with the tip of his fingers. “then.. go ahead. i’m not stopping you, luocha.”

“then.. have all of me.”

damn this is messed up n all over the place it’s ok it’s just thirsts guys trust stop i had no theme in mind — Maryse

[joszns]

miss you, pt. 2 ✭

(as requested by a few of you guys!!!)

college!ellie × reader

content: mostly the same as part 1 tbh….

ellie knocked on your door, her heart beating fast. her breath was hot and heavy, she did just run halfway across campus for you.

“ellie!” you exclaimed, opening the door. you were half dressed, a band shirt she had left at your place haphazardly thrown over your naked body.

she walked in, kissing you immediately.

“i love when you wear my clothes..” she whispered, both of you quickly heading to the bedroom. she kicked off her shoes on the way there, nearly tripping over them as she attempted to keep her lips all over yours.

“been thinking about you all day,” you mumbled against her lips, “was already getting off before you even texted me..”

she whimpered in response, both of you falling into the bed. her hands quickly found their way to your tits, massaging them in her hand.

“fuck baby, need you so bad.” ellie said, kissing your neck. you moaned, hands tangled in her short brown hair. she took her shirt off you, and you did the same to her.

“such a pretty girl.” she said, sucking your nipple. her free hand pinched the other one and rolled the bud between her fingers.

“ellie…” you whined.

her hand slowly trailed down your body, gripping your thigh as her thumb moved closer and closer to your sopping cunt.

“so fucking wet..” ellie noted, sliding down your body quickly. her mouth attacked your clit quickly, her tongue lapping at you like a starved cat.

“fuck….” you moaned, gripping her hair and grinding against her face.

“taste so damn good.” she grunted, absolutely pussy drunk on you. she was a mess, licking every last drop of your juices away and whimpering as she messily rubbed away at her own sopping cunt.

“need you..need you inside.” you say breathlessly. ellie complies, filling you up easily with two fingers.

“my god.” ellie whined, curling her digits upwards in the way she knew you loved.

her mouth detached from you, she now towered over you as her nimble and long fingers worked their magic inside you.

“such a good girl, so fuckin’ good f’me..” she said, watching her slick coated fingers slide in and out of you.

“faster!” you whined, your hips jerking in the air.

ellie grinned and held you down, increasing her speed.

“you love my fingers huh?” she asked, taking your nipples in her mouth again.

“mm-fuck’n luv em!” you cried, desperate.

much to your dismay, she pulled out rather suddenly.

“sorry doll..need t’feel you against me..”

ellie slotted herself between your legs, grinding her swollen and slick cunt against your own.

“fuck, baby…” she moaned, pressing herself flush against you.

you bucked your hips upwards, slick dripping down your legs.

“so needy baby..yeah…that’s my girl…” ellie grunted, looking down at you.

such a perfect sight, your hair messy and spread over the pillow. your hands were clenched into tight fists, balling up the sheet. she watched as your hips rolled upwards, every movement causing soft moans to escape your lips.

she almost came right then and there.

“you feel s’good baby..” you moaned, head falling back as your eyes closed too. ellie grabbed the vibrator you had left on the bed, positioning it between the two of you and inserting the penetrating portion inside of you. you cried out, steady hips faltering as the pleasure increased tenfold.

“cmon baby, i know you can handle this…be good f’me.” ellie grunted, her swollen clit throbbing from the relentless vibrations. she rocked back and forth over you, the silicone hitting you in all the right places.

“im gonna-fuck!” you cried, struggling to keep rhythm with your girlfriend.

“yeah? cum with me baby, cmon.” ellie said, her movements getting more desperate and sloppy. “wanna see you cum so bad…” she said quietly.

you pushed upwards, biting your lip and whining as your orgasm crashed into you. you cried ellie’s name, body trembling as the stimulation on your sloppy cunt continued. ellie moved off you slightly, thrusting the dildo inside you with her hand while her other was used on herself, rubbing slow circles on her throbbing clit.

“i-i can’t..can’t anymore…m gonna…” you rambled, your third orgasm of the night approaching quickly.

“let it all out baby…came here to fuck you so good you couldn’t think and I meant that.” ellie said, watching you closely.

she watched as you came, crying her name and moaning loudly while burying your face in a pillow as your body shook. your legs wrapped around her waist, fluid dripping down ellie’s wrist as you released.

“fuck, fuck baby!” you cried, trying to escape from her thrusting. “m’done! m’dooone..!”

she slowed her relentless pace, eventually pulling out of your trembling body.

“sorry baby, you did so good, my good girl..” ellie whispered, kissing you between each phrase.

“I love you.” you said breathlessly, legs shaking slightly.

“i love you more.”

[sansaorgana]

Hello love! I've just found your Buck fics and I love them!! Please can you write one where Buck comes home from the war but he has nightmares from being in the POW camp and he always manages to wake himself up before he wakes the reader up but one night you wake up first and then the reader wakes him up and tries to calm him down and reassure him that he's safe. Just Buck clinging onto his girl to remind himself that he's home? Thank you!

hi love! 🌺 thank you for this request! I love writing Buck fics no matter what but tbh I was growing a bit tired of the stories happening on the base etc. and I'm in love with some domestic Buck back at home! the next story I am going to write is about dad!Buck and I can't wait to write that one, too 😻 btw I mentioned Meatball here as usual because I love this dog and I miss him and I know Buck is technically not his owner but I love to imagine him adopting Meatball after the war lol

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

You were lucky – not only was your husband back home, but he was back home normal. Except for a few scars on his face and a few on his body, Buck seemed to be completely alright. It was almost alarming how normal he was.

He was the same man he had been before the war. Not that you had known him for long before – you had gotten married pretty fast, knowing that he could not come back from Europe. But to you he seemed to be the same man. He was soft for you, always trying to give you a smile, calm and stoic most of the time but also could make a good joke or tease a little. He seemed to act the same and you always wondered about it. You knew that he had to live through unimaginable horrors up in the air and when he was in the German camp. But he would never talk about it and you didn’t want to push him to talk.

You were a member of the local society for military wives and widows. You had meetings twice a week in the evening in a room given to you for that purpose by the local church. This community had helped you a lot mentally when Buck was in Europe, especially when he was in Germany. There were women with stories like yours… but worse. Some husbands were lucky enough to come back like your Buck – nearly scratched on the surface. But all those wives would eventually come back with some depressive story. One husband started to drink, the other started to be abusive, a few were constantly shell-shocked. Or traumatised as it was called now.

But not your Buck.

Sometimes you felt stupid for even speaking during those meetings. You felt as if you had no right to be there. Everything was fine with your Buck. He had never been a drinker and he was not now either. Even the war couldn’t change that. He didn’t start to gamble or sleep around either. There were many stories of infidelity. But once again, not from your Buck.

You even asked him about it one day. You just couldn’t believe – after listening to all these women’s stories – that he had been such a good and loyal husband to you. But he only looked at you as if you were crazy.

No, your Buck was not a cheater either.

“Recently I feel like these other women there don’t like me,” you told your friend when you were walking back home after one of the meetings in the evening. It was dark already but you lived in a safe neighbourhood and on the same street. You had become friends because both of you had husbands in Europe. But hers hadn’t come back.

“I’m not going to lie, (Y/N),” she sighed as you stood in front of her house. All the lights inside were off. Poor thing lived all alone now. “It’s difficult not to envy you.”

“It’s not like Buck had it easy!” You got defensive. “He went through hell!”

“I know,” she smiled sadly. “But he doesn’t show it.”

“I’m lucky, I know,” you took a deep breath in.

“Yes, you are. But I feel like all of them are lucky. Even the ones with drinking and cheating husbands. I wish mine was like that, too… At least he’d be back with me,” her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, darling…” You leaned in to give her a hug and kissed her cheeks. “Go, make yourself a tea, watch something on TV and go to sleep. I have to go now, it’s late. I’ll visit you tomorrow for coffee,” you promised her and she nodded her head.

You waved at each other goodbye and you crossed the street to go back home, too.

Surprisingly, Buck wasn’t waiting for you on the porch. He would usually do that because he wanted to make sure you’d come back home safely from the meetings.

Not only was he not on the porch but also all the lights inside your house were off, too. And when you wanted to enter the house, you noticed the doors were locked. You sighed and reached for the key inside your purse.

When you entered the house, you were greeted with silence. You locked the door behind you and took a walk around all the rooms on the ground floor. Meatball was sleeping on the carpet in the living room and you scratched him behind his ear before going upstairs.

Buck was in bed already, asleep. You smiled to yourself as you approached him to fix his duvet and put a kiss on his forehead. He had been struggling with a headache for the whole afternoon so you just wanted to leave him in peace, glad that he was finally resting. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, just like a little boy.

Quietly, you went to the bathroom to prepare yourself to go to bed, too. It was still quite early but you didn’t want to wake him up with the sound of TV or a radio.

When you were in your nightgown already, you turned the light in the bathroom off and you joined Buck in bed. You weren’t very sleepy so you just laid on your side and watched his side profile. You smiled to yourself and caressed one of the scars on his cheek gently.

After a while, when you were starting to drift off to sleep, you got startled by Buck’s sudden movement. He tossed around as his face winced a little. You furrowed your brows and rested on your elbow. He moved once again and trembled as incoherent words were leaving his half-parted lips.

You realised he was having a nightmare and it was painful to watch. He no longer reminded you of a peaceful boy. He was scared. You had never seen your husband scared.

“Buck, baby,” you whispered softly as you grabbed his arm, trying to shake him out of his dream. “Buck, come back to me, hey…”

His eyes opened as he sat up rapidly, taking deep breaths and wiping the fresh sweat off of his face.

“Buck…” You asked quietly and he turned around like he was surprised to see you there.

“(Y/N)... You’re back already?” He furrowed his brows as his lower lip trembled.

“Yes. What’s going on?” You asked him and tried to move closer but he flinched. You remained still, feeling a little hurt at his rejection. “Buck, what’s going on? You had a nightmare?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” he lied.

“It happens sometimes. Why don’t you want me to touch you?” You asked, carefully.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he confessed and hid his face in the palm of his hands.

“What?” You shook your head awkwardly. “You couldn’t know, come on, Gale, we all get bad dreams sometimes…” You caressed his back. His white shirt was wet from the sweat. You sighed and moved closer. He didn’t flinch this time and you tugged on the fabric of his shirt. “Come on, baby, let me help you change. You need a new pair of pyjamas.”

“It’s not sometimes,” he mumbled and you stopped pulling his shirt.

“Hm?” You asked and gently moved his hands away from his face. Your heart sank in your chest at the sight of the tears in the corners of your husband’s eyes. You had seen him cry only on special occasions like your wedding day or when he was back home. He hadn’t even cried when he was leaving because he didn’t want to make it even sadder and more difficult for you.

“I said…” Buck’s voice trembled, “that it’s not sometimes. I have them all the time, those dreams,” he explained.

You went silent for a while and then you left the bed to turn the small light on and sit back on the edge of the bed, holding his hands.

“Why haven’t you told me?” You asked, worryingly.

“I didn’t want you to worry and…” Buck took a deep breath in as he looked down. “...I didn’t want to spoil your life. I wanted to be the same as I was before. I didn’t want to come back only to ruin everything, to be weaker. It would be a disappointment for you.”

“Buck, stop,” you cupped his face and made him look at you again. His cheeks were damp already and it was breaking your heart. “I can’t listen to this, stop,” you shook your head and leaned in to press your forehead to his. “Baby, you can’t hide such things from me. You’re in pain and I’m your wife. I’m here to help you with the burden.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not one, you will never be. But you are carrying it and I want to help you. Oh, Buck, baby…” You hugged him and caressed the back of his head.

After a while of hesitation, he clinged to you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You started to shush him and caress his back as you rocked him softly in your arms.

“Now, get out of that wet shirt,” you moved away slightly and helped him to take off his pyjamas.

You took them to the bathroom to put them in the laundry bin and you got him a fresh pair out of the closet.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked and he shook his head as he was putting on his new pair of pyjamas. You waited for him to finish and you turned the light off before joining him in bed again.

“Gale, baby, come here,” you opened your arms and he laid his head down on your chest. You hugged him tight and placed a kiss upon his forehead. “What are your nightmares about?” You dared to ask.

“I’m back in Germany and they’re shooting us like dogs and I just… I just want to go back home to you,” he whispered as his voice broke. You felt tears forming in your eyes. “It’s so cold and I’m hungry and I realise that I won’t see you again. And it’s killing me to know that… That you’re here and you won’t ever see me again, too. And how heartbroken you will be when they tell you I’m dead. Even facing death I’m more scared and worried about you,” he continued. After opening up finally, he wanted to let it all out and you were listening to it while caressing his back gently. “I remember that song playing while we were dancing at our wedding. I remember you in that white dress, I remember your smile. And I think that’s when they kill me.”

“Gale…” you couldn’t stand to listen to it anymore. You didn’t want to shut him up but it was painful for you, too. “You’re home with me, love. You’re home with me, everything is alright now. You’re safe,” you assured him and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “I won’t let anyone… anything, harm you,” you added.

Usually it was him telling you such things.

“Next time you have a nightmare, wake me up, please, baby,” you pleaded and he nodded but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He was too proud for that. You sighed and squeezed him tighter in your arms. “I love you, Gale.”

But he didn’t answer. He was already back asleep, tugging on your nightgown like a little boy. However, you were glad to see him so peaceful again.

It turned out that no man came back the same.

Not even your Buck.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[vettelsdarling]

𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞

Lissie note… Here’s the second winner of the poll. I stupidly duplicated him💀 but just tallied those numbers together. Also yes, I’m trying out new layouts rn so please lmk if this looks great or not<3

Summary: A photographer from the heart of NYC has been in a low-key relationship with Lando Norris for a while now…

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Things to note:

Reader is a menace tbh

Lando and reader are separated by 2 yrs

Reader is a known photographer (just not famous yk)

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Playlist recommendations: 𝐋𝐍𝟒, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @ophcelia, @darleneslane, @allwaysalleyway, @littlesatanicassholebitch

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yourusername What a great day to change my pfp on my Twitter😮‍💨

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yourbestfriend Isn’t that the camera I got you last Christmas?

yourusername Merry Christmas ig

yourbestfriend The enthusiasm🥰

yourusername WOW!?!???!!!! IT REALLY IS THE CAMERA YOU GAVE ME LAST YEAR AHHH I STILL HAVE IT CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourbestfriend Nah now it doesn’t feel genuine😒

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landonorris What’s up 2023?🧡

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user1 The photos are better this year wtf😮‍💨

user2 He looks amazing regardless

user3 YESSS IT’S BACKKK LET’S GOO🧡🧡🧡

yourusername Ty for the tag, great working w/ you

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user4 Ty for blessing Lando’s face

user5 She’s a magician with a camera😩

user6 Danny isn’t racing this yr right?😞

user7 Yeah he isn’t😭😭😭

user8 Ugh MCLAREN WHYYY

user9 I’m manifesting🫡

user10 Actually so delulu I made a mood board consisting ONLY of Lando😃

user11 At least you’re self aware💀

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yourusername Tbh I feel kinda bad for knowing next to NOTHING abt f1 but I’ll just do my job and whatever to pay rent in New York🤡 Last resort is the pole (not position😞)

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yourbestfriend 💀

yourusername Are you implying I wouldn’t be a great pole dancer?🤨

yourbestfriend Honestly? Yeah🥰

yourusername Bitch.

landonorris I didn’t even realize you’d take this many pics

yourusername Welcome to your new life (I sound and look like a fucking stalker rn wtaf)

yourfriend WTF YOU NEVER SAID YOU PHOTOGRAPHED LANDO NORRIS????

yourusername Surprise!!😻

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landonorris Checking out the credentials🤨

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yourusername At least I’m better than you🥰

landonorris You make a fair point… it’s your job😒

user1 Bffr rn😭

user2 Wdym? it’s his designated photographer. I think she’s a part of the team cause McLaren hired her

user1 Wait really?

user2 …yeah💀

user3 The way I love this new photographer😩

user4 Yeah she’s good. She’s well known in the photography world as one of the best in nyc

user3 Wtf that’s such an honor

user5 IS THAT HER??? 10 bucks they’re dating but not telling us

user6 Nah that’s too quick💀 They JUST hired her like this year.

user7 I’m excited for her shots in Miami

user8 I’ve seen some of her stuff at her gallery. Some of it sells for more than a month’s salary

user9 Her instagram is private😔💔

user10 It’s always been😭😭😭

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f1gossip New beau, Lando?👀

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user1 HUH WHAT😃

user2 They are just friends they are just friends they are just friends

user3 stfu what is this😭

user4 That looks a lot like yourusername

user5 💀

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yourusername Luckily this account is private💪 Hope they don’t find my very not private Twitter💀

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yourbestfriend Good luck😭

yourusername ty, I will not need it😩

landonorris what is this Twitter you speak of🤨🤨🤨

yourusername Nothing👽

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f1gossip Looks like Lando’s girl has Twitter👀

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user1 Wtaf I love her

user2 Ever wondered she might not want it leaked💀

yourusername Oh… wow…😐

user3 OFMHSK IT’S YOU

yourusername In all my glory😮‍💨🔥

user4 I love how she’s literally just like everyone else and not some snob😭

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landonorris Who would’ve thought it was possible to post your own paparazzi photos?!

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yourusername Holy shit, this is revolutionary🤯

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yourusername Why don’t the media just hire me to take better pics of us🤡🤡

landonorris Ikr

user1 Nah I’m loving this

user2 They are really handing the media’s ass on a silver plate💀💀💀

user3 This is pure gold😭

user4 I thought Kika and Pierre were my fav but Lando and her just raised the bar

user5 Honestly lmao

user6 why aren’t more wags like this

user7 Publicity probs

user8 Publicity doesn't make sense because she’d fear it too..?

user7 Nah I actually don’t think she cares very much💀

user9 You guys keep doing you, this is amazing.

yourusername Hell yeah😩

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𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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[mintaikk]

Why Blitzø Likes Stolas

I've made jokes about Blitzø liking Stolas bcuz his type is tall, rich, powerful demons with musical talent, and that's probably kinda true, but I wanna talk about the real reasons Blitzø likes Stolas. Tldr at the end.

I think one of the major reasons Blitzø likes Stolas is how kind, sincere, and affectionate he is. Stolas is always making sure he is okay and is very passionate about litterally everything he does (dramatic little bitch, lol). And while he's ignorant ("my impish little plaything"???), he does mean well. Taking Octavia to Looloo Land to make her feel better, Going full demon mode to save IMP, his attentiveness to Blitzø during his mental breakdown in Seeing Stars, him absolutely adoring Octavia, him helping Ozzie when he gained no real benefit, etc, etc.

Also, expanding more on the affectionate part, Blitzø is shown to not get much affection or love in his life at all. His family situation was a giant mess (his dad literally sold him for 5 bucks and a condom Jesus Christ-), and Stolas is a very loving and affectionate person. Obviously, this is shown with Blitzø, but also with Octavia ('my precious little starfire', always staying patient with Via, even if he can be a bit dismissive, going full demon mode when Blitzø said he lost Via), and even his plants (he raised the flesh-eating plant since he was a kid, he pets the plant, on his insta he called a puprle rose "a handsome little rose"). And yeah, he's going to be affectione with Via, that's his daughter, but in Hell, (or maybe just from Blitzø's perspective, it'a hard to tell honestly) that's shown to be a rarity. So obviously, he's going to admire that about him.

And also, compare that to Blitzø's life. His dad saw him as less than, something happened that made his sister hate him, his mom seemed to be a good parent, but she's dead, his best friend and former crush hated his guts for 15 years, his daughter does care about him but she also mostly just shows anger and annoyance with him, and even Moxxie, who'd I'd argue is his best friend, gets annoyed with him constantly (I would too tbh but this isn't about that). Stolas just being his loving and affectionate self and being so happy to see him and always being so sweet to Blitzø is like a breath of fresh air to him.

Another thing is that Stolas shows clear interest in the things he likes. Take horses as example, bcuz we all know Blitzø is obsessed with them. Most of the time, his friends are pretty passive about it, but Stolas actually indulges him. Some of this is from their instas, but Stolas got him a horse Hoodie, he draws horses with him, and Stolas even got inspired to draw because of Blitzø.

(Also, plz note that in another post he commented that it smells like Stolas, and I want everyone to appreciate how happy he looks in this photo while smelling it again)

Blitzø probably admires Stolas's theatrics as well because despite growing up in a Circus where you were supposed to be dramatic and showy, he was still always taught to ignore or hide his true emotions (Cash ignoring that he didn't want to go to the Goetia Palace because "MONEY"). And while Stolas was raised the same way, he still wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve and is always showing them, whether it be positive or negative

And we all know thst Blitzø has major self hatred issues, but Stolas was genuinely interested in Blitzø as a person. Laughing at his jokes, asking how his day went, and with all of this, you can't help but wonder if Blitzø was figuring out that he did too. I think that's why he was so heartbroken about Ozzie's. Because to him, Stolas hiding his face was just proof that Stolas didn't care. That he was just a little plaything. But, Blitzø liked that Stolas liked him for who he was, and that he didn't have to pretend to be someone different.

Yes, ik Blitzø wasn't here for some of them, and he thinks that Stolas is just faking all of this. BUT, Blitzø can notice things subconsciously, and the stuff that Blitzø wasn't there for was to talk about Stolas's character as well. That's why I wanted to talk about this, to talk about what Blitzø sees in Stolas and his character.

Feel free to add anything if you want! I'd love to hear your guy's opinions, takes, and thoughts on the ship. I'm probably gonna a make a post on why Stolas likes Blitzø at some point, lol

Tldr; Blitzø likes Stolas because he's kind, sincere, loving, affectionate, passionate, caring, dramatic, and likes Blitzø for who he is.

[munivrse]

✧.* Been Away

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c/w: gp! bada. light edging (bada receiving), bada gets the sloppy toppy. degradation, cursing, little to no praise tbh idk i just want bada to be mean to me so i assume you all would want that too. pushing the bada head pusher agenda.

a/n: im not taking requests rn :/ im just writing for funsies again so do not expect consistent fics either 😭😭 enjoy!! love u!! send me some feedback!! missed u guys!!

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you just could not get over how fine your girlfriend looked today. she wasnt wearing anything special, but something about the white shirt, black pant combo along with the way she sat, legs spread and arms resting along the back of the couch… it was really getting to you. so naturally, as you two are lounging on the couch and your head lays in her lap, your hand just so happens to glide over the crotch of her pants-

“stop.” bada doesn’t spare one look.

you roll your eyes and huff. how dare she look this good and not want to fuck immediately right here on this couch?

“because i’m a normal human being. with normal hormones.” bada coos at you, glancing down at you this time. her hand moves to pet your hair, “you are just batshit crazy.”

you stay silent and continue to move your hand along the zipper of her pants. her hand comes down to grasp at your own as she whispers out what she might consider a threat, but you take as a challenge.

“don’t start some shit you can’t finish.”

and baby that’s all you had to hear. your hand flies out of hers and swiftly unzips her jeans. you hear her sigh behind you and all caution is thrown to the wind. you pull yourself up and swing a leg over her lap. almost instinctively her arm wraps around your waist. you lean down and kiss your pretty girlfriend. she kisses back, tongue licking into your own mouth. you gently close your teeth, bada hisses and then grins at you, “fucking brat.”

you giggle and remove yourself from her lap. her eyes never leave you as you position yourself on the floor between her spread legs. your hand glides along outline of her hardening length. you watch as she takes her lip between her teeth. you fully unzip her pants and mouth over her hardening cock and you hear her take a deep breath.

“stop teasing me sweetheart.”

you giggle and pull down the waistband of her underwear to unsheath what was hiding underneath. bada was hung. your mouth waters as you take her in your hand.

“spit on it.”

your eyes meet bada’s as she waits expectantly.

“no.”

your eyes flick back to her cock. you press small kisses along the length. bada’s letting out small huffs as she feels your lips travel along her. despite being a pain in the ass, you truly knew how to make her feel good.

you kiss back up her length and take the tip into your mouth. bada gathers your hair out of your face with her hand, keeping the grip on your hair while you swirl your tongue to gather the beading precum on her tip. her hips buck up into your mouth,

“stop fucking teasing y/n. you said you wanted this- fuck-” her stomach tenses as you’re hand grabs the base of her cock, “you’re usually so eager- shit- why are you taking your time today?”

you pull your mouth off of her, stroking her in the meantime, “just wanted to admire you,”

your eyes look over her length and glimmer, “its so pretty.”

bada’s cheek redden and she rolls her eyes in response, “you’re so fucking weird. why are we talking about how pretty my dick is?? girl get to-”

bada abruptly lurches forward, grip tightening on your hair as you take most of her length down your throat. a moan rips its way out of her throat as she relaxes back into the couch. the next time she opens her eyes, theyre unfocused and hooded.

your hand strokes what your mouth cant reach and bada swears in that moment that you’re made for her. that angels brought you down and placed you on her fucking doorstep.

“more y/n,” she slurs out, hand pushing your head further down her length, “take more.”

she feels you choke around the girth of her cock and it only spurs her on further, her hips fucking up into your mouth.

you let her fuck your mouth until you were lightheaded. with two taps to her thigh she lets you up. you shake as you take in quick breaths. bada releases the hold on your hair and gets ready to splutter apologies but when she looks down at you, you’re grinning. you’re grinning at her while theres spit running down your chin.

“god you’re fucking nasty.”

she leans down and presses her lips against your own, cleaning up the mess you made on your face. she pulls away, places a soft kiss on your forehead, and proceeds to gather your hair in her hand to get your warm, wet mouth on her cock once more.

she guides your mouth up the side of her shaft and once you reach her tip, shes pushing your head back down again. she feels the head of her length hit the back of your throat and her eyes roll. she loved you. in moments like this, she remembers how you trapped her into a relationship.

“mouth feels so goddamn good around me baby.”

bada lets out a couple strangled moans as you let her guide your head the way she wanted. her hand grabs yours and places it against the base of her cock. you get the message and squeeze.

bada fucking loved being edged. she loved when youve gotten her so close so many times that her balls fucking ache at the thought of emptying herself inside of your mouth.

“fuckfuckfuck feels so good doll, keep squeezing me like that- please baby”

you moan around her length, tears threatening to fall as she relentlessly fucks your mouth. she chases a release that she’s purposely denying herself.

the closer bada gets to an orgasm, the filthier her mouth gets.

“you like when i use you like this sweetheart?”

“my good little fleshlight, hmm?”

“fuckin’ whore- shit- letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

finally she feels her balls tighten up and her cock twitch. she pushes your head down to the very base of her length and fucks whatever is left into your mouth.

“gonna cum. fuck i’m gonna cum in this filthy fucking mouth.”

and when she does cum, she lets out a long, high pitched whine. groans and curses follow as she tells you to let it spill out of your mouth back onto her cock. she loves the feeling of the warm liquid spilling over her length.

she slurs out how good you’ve been for her, how much she loves you.

when she releases you, you’re chest rises and falls at an erratic pace. she truly did not give a fuck how you were doing— what mattered most to her is shooting her spunk down your throat.

she smoothes down your hair as you lay your head on her thigh, catching your breath.

“you okay? i know i got a little rough at the end…”

you take a deep breath,

“it was fine.”

bada feels anxiety rise up her spine as she watches you trace shapes onto her other thigh. was it bad? was it too much? did she hurt you? she opens her mouth to voice her concerns when you lift your head up,

“you wanna do it again?”

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Johnny Cade hc because I’m glad its the weekend

-Is a LOT tougher than the gang gives him credit for. A lot.

-To anyone who doesn’t know him well he looks incredibly intimidating

-Can make a fire out of nothing. It’s a skill he learned from spending a lot of nights in the lot when he doesn’t feel like bothering anyone, but tbh he’s honestly a bit of a pyro

-Is INCREDIBLY protective of Ponyboy, but knows Ponyboy hates feeling babied so he makes sure he never finds out.

-On multiple occasions he’s heard socs or some mouthier greasers talking shit about Ponyboy at school, and together with Steve and Two-bit beat them senseless without any of the Curtis boys ever finding out. There’s a mutual agreement between the three of them that Darry and Soda have enough to worry about without worrying about Pony getting jumped at school, and none of them wanna hurt Pony’s pride, not even Steve.

-Really appreciates that Pony is able to tell when he doesn’t wanna talk and answers for him. Pony never gets it wrong and sometimes talking feels like such an effort so Johnny is really glad to have such a good friend

-Was the last person in the gang to meet Dally, since he was nursing some pretty bad injuries when Dally first came to Tulsa, and was laying low

-Hates Curly Shepard with a burning passion. Partially because he can SEE how terrible of an influence Curly is on Ponyboy, but some of it is just straight up jealousy. In Johnny’s mind Ponyboy is HIS best friend and Curly better be ready to fight if he thinks he can just waltz out of the reformatory and try and take his place in Pony’s life. Their rivalry got so bad at one point that after the third fistfight Tim and Darry made a mutual agreement to try and keep Johnny and Curly away from each other (with limited success).

-He and Ponyboy encourage each other’s smoking habits because if one of them runs out of cigarettes the other usually has at least half a pack left

-One of the old cowboys at Buck’s bar taught him to line dance and he’s really good at it

-Is indifferent to country music but pretends to love it just because of how horrified and pissed off Ponyboy gets at the mere prospect

-Is the best in the gang at poker by a lot. It drives Soda and Dally crazy for different reasons. Soda is mostly incredulous, but Dally is wicked competitive and hates losing

-Was the first to notice Curly liked Ponyboy in a more than friendly way when he realised the way Curly was teasing Ponyboy was the exact same way Two-bit teased his many blondes- fond with an undercurrent of heat. As soon as he realised it he walked across the room and socked Curly in the jaw. Obviously they fought, and it took Ponyboy, Tim Shepard, and two others from the Shepard gang to pull them off each other. Pony ignored both of them for a week straight afterwards which is the only reason they established an uneasy truce.

-He and Pony mutter sarcastic shit to each other when the gang is all hanging out together and make up dumb reasons as to why they’re laughing if anyone notices

-He’s actually pretty good friend’s with Two-bit’s little sister since he crashes at Two’s house almost as much as he crashes with the Curtis’ or with Dally

-Cordially detests Angela Shepard. He thinks it’d be wrong to hit a girl but Angela is protective of Curly and doesn’t take kindly to the fact he and Curly can’t seem to stop fighting each other. He thinks she shouldn’t take Curly’s side- Tim certainly doesn’t. In any case, they trade glares and frosty remarks but never tussle any worse than that, though Angela swears she’ll stab him if he breaks Curly’s nose again.

-He and Ponyboy are banned from being on each others team for any board or card game requiring teams because they’re too good at reading each other’s minds (Soda and Steve are also banned from being on a team together for the same reason). 

-Once helped Steve steal the hubcaps off a socs car in the lot

-Is convinced that Ponyboy is afraid of girls (no matter how much Pony protests) and thinks its the funniest shit ever

[cweampier]

this is filthy, but i want leon to smack my pussy while he fingers me tbh

edging w leon and every time he can feel u get close, he takes his fingers out and smacks ur clit. hard.

would kill to get a good fuck from this man ugh😔

me likey bites fingernail seductively

leon set a torturous pace with you writhing beneath him, the palm of his hand firmly pressing down on your pelvis, as he practically hammered his fingers into your sloppy cunt. it squelched as it soaked the decorative cushion of the chair beneath you as you left your imprint on it. “such a greedy little cunt y’got, hon… is two fingers not enough?” he sneered, watching as you fought against his hold, your hips bucking up as you were so fucking close to your fleeting moment once again.

suddenly, leon removed his fingers from the inside of your walls, eyes peering down at the glistening digits, a smug smile appearing on his face. “d’awww.. baby wanted to cum didn’t she? that’s too. fucking. bad.” he emphasized each word with an excruciating slap of his fingers against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting an animalistic yelp from your throat. you clawed at the chair’s legs, your nails carving at the wood, definitely leaving marks behind. you stared at him as he evilly sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked onto yours with a brooding stare. you shivered, looking around before he brought a hand to your face, giving it a little shake before forcing your lips to pucker.

“we’re gonna go again, and you’re gonna last as long as i want you to. it’ll feel so good baby, just think about when i’ll let you cum… how grateful you’d be.” he muttered into the shell of your ear venomously, letting go of your face. he was taunting you for your behavior exhibited earlier. “that’d be a nice change, right?” he continued, catching your thighs as they threatened to close. “don’t push your luck, sweetheart, i’m giving you a choice, isn’t that so nice of me?”

you shook your head frantically, your nose leaked with snot, hot tears streaming down your face as the stinging sensitivity consumed you. “no… hh’no.. leon,” you spluttered, gripping onto his forearm. he didn’t take no for an answer, scoffing. without hesitation he plunged three fingers past your slit, watching as you coated them almost instantly with your slick. his fingered idled inside you as he pressed a calloused finger against your clit, your body jolting with stimulation.

“‘knew i could make quick work of that attitude of yours, this pussy of yours is telling me all i need to know..” you’d rubbed your thighs together, rocking your hips against his hand. a low guttural laugh bellowed from his throat, watching as you helplessly attempted to get yourself off. “hmm’kay.. fine.. fine you win leon—please.. please jus’ let me cum.. wanna cum so bad..” you’d plead with shameless desperation, staring up at him through your long lashes. you did everything he asked of you! why’s he being so mean?

he gripped your inner thigh, seemingly unsatisfied with your choice of words. “no matter how dumb i fuck you, you still don’t understand what the fuck i’m asking of you. you just love getting punished don’t you?” you whimpered in confusion, jaw locked up tightly, unable to respond to his remark. “this ain’t about winning, you think it’s that easy, huh? god, your lack of sensibility is adorable. it makes it easier to deny you of what you want.” he watched as you gushed around him, glancing down at your pussy as it clenched around the three fingers he so generously plugged you up with.

“fuck, you’re sick..” he berated you while you were quick to deny the allegations. it was already too late, he had already caught onto your guilty little pleasure. “stop fucking moving, you wanna be dirty, i’ll treat you like you’re even dirtier.”

[testingthewatersss]

Hi! I'm still figuring the difference between messages/inbox tbh but as long as you send in the request I'll get to it. I'm trying to keep all requests anonymous when posted so sometimes I'll message a link to whoever sent it. If it's anonymous I might start replying to the message so the sender is notified (assuming that works)

thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <;3 (last disclaimer- I'm British so my only context for 1940s America is from movies and anecdotes)

Date Nights Trigger warnings for?nothing v v lighthearted fluff? Bucky Barnes x F reader Oneshot 1500 words fluff & comfort 18+ MDNI

Bucky tells you what your dates would've been like in the 40s.

"I'm tellin' you, Buck" Y/N beams, "if it's got food and candles, it counts as a date night."

Barnes is still tugging at his boots in the door way, looking apologetic as ever, like him being late off a Quin-Jet is something he could've prevented.

Her eyes roll, "It's fine- you text me to let me know you where behind schedule, the pizza has been here for ten minutes, and- you've finally got your boots off-"

He cuts her off with a kiss, dipping her back dramatically like hoping that the corny gesture might add to the romance.

The feeling of her laughter against his lips makes him smile so hard that his cheeks ache, and then they're eating and drinking red wine that is too good to have with stuffed crusts from Albie's.

and that's when his mind wonders again,

to dance halls and evening walks in formal jackets and what it might be like to push her on a rope swing in a pretty sun-dress-

"what are you day dreaming about?" Y/N chuckles, quirking a brow at the pinkness in his cheeks.

"…date nights" is the reply he settles on after a minute, pressing a kiss against her cheek before settling back onto the couch.

"wow" she says, laughing again, "that's impressive even for you, sweetheart, can you even get sweeter than fantasising about date night while you're literally havin' a date night?"

He rolls his eyes, before melting down into her lap. Smiling almost smuggly as she recieves him more than eagerly, discarding her wine glass to card through his hair with her fingers.

"Wait" she says teasingly, "Before you get all this fussin'- the person you were with in this daydream was me wasn't it? because if it was Steve your puppy dog eyes are goin' to be about 12% less effective"

"88% is still pretty good" he says playfully, before shaking his head in response to her mock look of hurt, "of course it was you, darlin' it just that back in my day-"

"Back in my day?" Y/N mimics, beaming down at him like he's the best thing she's ever seen, "Did you really just say that, outloud?"

Her teasing is tempered with unwavering affection, but still it makes him laugh, a true soft chuckle bursting through his chest when he realises how it sounds.

"Still" he murmurs, feigning grouchiness, "goin' on a date meant somethin' different back then, it was more of an event..."

"Oh, yeah?" Y/N presses, seeing the trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "tell me about it?"

He blinks at her, before looking away, genuinely bashful again;

"You don't wanna hear me dronin' on about ancient history, Sugar-"

"Actually" she objects, "After missin' you for 2 days because you've been galivanting across Russia, I think that's exactly what I want."

He paws at his jaw before sighing, surrendering to the arm your holding him by snuggling into your front.

"Well, they didn't usually include this much touchin' for a start"

"Is that a complaint?" Y/N quips, raising a brow in genuine curiosity.

"No- never-" he's quick to tell her, "I just don't really know where to start, doll. It's all real different now."

She just smiles down at him again, letting her thumb brush his temple as his eyes flutter shut.

"What would our first date have been like, d'ya think?" she asks, "and don't just rattle off some Grate-Gatsby story, I know you and Rodgers didn't eat Caviar in tuxedos when you took girls out for the night"

"God" he scoffs dreamily, smile firmly on his face now, "Gatsby was more my ma's era, darlin'… I'd have probably taken you out for a walk first, asked you when I could pick you up and spent a couple of hours gettin' myself ready… I'd have brought flowers, -I might've had to pick them from the garden-" he allows, "-but I'd have brought ya' something, and then I'd knock for ya'…"

"And would I be wearin' one of those pin-up style dresses, victory curls and red lipstick style?"

"No" he snorts, "All the dames back then wore sweat pants"

"You're gettin' sassy in your old age" Y/N is quick to tease, "I meant for a walk… since that's where you said you'd be takin' me… is that the kinda thing ladies got all dolled up for back then?"

He's grinning like a fool as he hums, picturing exactly the kind of thing she might've been wearing.

"It'd probably have been some kind of dress" he allows, shyly at first "somethin' nice but not, not the whole nine yards unless you wanted me to be fightin' all the other men in town away all night."

It's her turn to laugh then, it swims through his head like music, making his chest flutter happily.

"We'd probably spend a while just talkin', darlin', and I'd have asked you for a second date before I took ya' home."

"Is that when you'd have asked me if I had any friends for Steve?"

He chokes on a breath as he realises that's exactly when he'd have done that.

"and I'd have said "sure, but don't be late"… and then, you'd have arrived together at least 10 minutes after we'd arranged, but- you'd have been so charmin' that I wouldn't have minded one bit."

"Maybe" he murmurs, not wanting to tell her just how well she's got him figured out.

"And where would this double date be?"

"Probably dancing" he says surely, "I got tired of trying to take girls to the pictures with Rodgers. He could never stay out of trouble."

"He still hasn't figured that out"

He grins again, eyes still shut but as her hands go back to soothing his muscles, she notices that they're definitely relaxing.

"You'd have been more dressed up for dancing- but so would I, it'd be full uniform, sugar" he murmurs, "and you might've even found some stocking with seams if you'd thought I was worth the trouble…"

"Oh, you're definitely worth the trouble" she whispers, loving the dreamy quality his voice has taken on, it seems so sweet, how content he is just talking about all this, "I'd have done my hair too, and put on that lipstick"

He smiles at her description, picturing it so vividly in his mind that he could reach out and touch her lips and his fingers would come away red.

"And my pretty friend would be takin' care of Steve…" she tells him decisively, "so what would we be doing?"

"I'd get us drinks, doll…" he says, "the band would be playing, not through speakers like now, but they'd have a singer, and a whole set up, we'd ditch our glasses and I'd ask you to dance… there were always so many people there, sugar, the room was so warm- and we'd be laughin' and I'd pretend that I didn't… but if it was you in my arms I'd have forgotten all about Steve by the time the music stopped."

The fingers in his hair are like magic, drawing every facet of tension from his body as she untangles the strands with ease. He hadn't even notice how tense he'd been before. The mission had been quick and easy and without complication until the end, when Tony's "un-freezable" engine had frozen, needing 30 minutes to warm back up before they could head home. He'd been wracked with guilt for the entire flight, hating having to tell you he was going to be late for date night. The date night he'd been looking forward too all week.

"I'd have taken you for a bite on the way back to your place" he continues, clinging to the fantasy like a blanket in the cold, "I'd have wanted more time with ya'- so I'd have insisted on a diner instead of a hot-dog stand or somethin'… I wouldn't have let you drink to much, we'd have gotten cokes in the glass bottles- I swear, it tasted so much better than it does now, even with the rationing-"

"Is that when I'd steal your hat and put it on over my pretty curled hair?" she asks cheekily.

"hat?" he asks, opening his eyes to look at her curiously,

"You said you'd be in uniform- I've seen the pictures."

"Well, yeah, but-"He blinks, still not understanding "Why would you take it, doll?"

"Isn't it like cowboys?" Y/N presses warmly, still carding through his hair

"Cowboys?" Bucky echoes, confused.

"Mhmm" she hums in confirmation, "plus, if I ran away with your hat, you'd definitely follow me home wouldn't ya?"

"I'd have walked you home anyway, m-maybe even kissed ya' at the door if I was feelin' brave" he stammers, still caught up in the mental image of the most beautiful girl in the world wearing an outfit that would've put Marilyn Monroe to shame and his hat.

"Well, yeah" she agrees, "but this way you'd have to chase me inside."

Suddenly, a flush fills his cheeks as the imagined dress vanishes, leaving him with a fantasy that does more than make his face hot.

"It's your birthday in March" Y/N says coolly, "I'll see what I can do".

Masterlist

[ijuliet]

she’s quiet (s,f)

although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donhyuck observes you from afar.

pairing : frat boy!haechan x afab!reader

warnings : reader is an introvert and haechan is haechan, haechan is also like really down bad, fingering, suggestive, pls don’t look too deep into the bet thing haha, not much of a plot tbh

wc : 3.4k words

Your friends all chatter behind you as you tune their voices out and listen to the cars passing by, wheels hitting the water quickly and turning the corner. You wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but you were intrigued by the new change of setting.

Mark promised he’d introduce you to the coolest guys at the party, and Chaewon said she’d finally get you into a relationship. You simply laughed because you knew finding someone who matched your personality would be a challenge. You knew the real reason Mark and Chaewon pulled you out of your sheets today was because they pitied you.

Well, most of your friends pitied you. Especially Mark. It was clear to see he adored you as a friend because of his constant support and presence in your life. But he never understood how you were the complete opposite of him. Either way, most of your college friends were exactly opposite of you— extroverted party animals who wouldn’t turn down free booze.

But Mark stayed the longest and knew how to make you giggle. Which is why you came to this party to lighten his mood and maybe even try to find a partner to stop Mark from worrying.

You hear Jaemin, a new addition to your small friend group, say something along the lines of why you were so gloomy, trudging your feet as you stop in front of the frat house. You could hear him screech and ow, knowing Mark most likely slapped his shoulder.

Mark comes up behind you, wraps his hand around your shoulder, and begins to speak. “Remember, if you ever want to leave-”

“Tell Mark Lee first.” You finish his sentence and receive a smile as you enter the crowded and strong smelling house. Mark and your friends walk you to the drinks, telling you to pour the alcohol with caution. You didn’t enjoy how they were babying you, and thankfully, they all dispersed to their other friends one by one.

You stayed in the kitchen, trying your hardest to look apart of the picture. You took a sip of your solo cup here and there, leaning against the counter, refilling when you’re done, never missing to make a face after each swig. Weirdly, you feel a presence staring at you in a room full of ominous people.

You look to your right, and then your left, and see a brown headed boy staring deeply into your eyes. Which you try your hardest not to look affected and look away. He’s standing by Jaemin and he says something that makes the boy laugh.

For some reason, you start to feel anxious so you set your solo cup down and try to plan where to look for Mark, but before you know, when you look up, the boy is walking towards you.

His strides are fast, and you’re too slow to react and he’s quickly in front of your face with a charming smile. You take in his soft features, which are surprisingly attractive.

“Hi.” He softly speaks. His glazed stare makes you nervous, sending a blush onto your cheeks.

“Hi.” Your respond quickly. You wonder if the concoction in your solo cup has made you confident, because you’re biting your lip anticipating he continues the conversation.

“Jaemin over there,” He looks over to his shoulder and you see him wrapping his hand around Chaewon. “Bet 100 bucks you wouldn’t speak to me.” He giggles and leans on the kitchen counter.

You try to spurt out a response but the boys aura is engulfing you in admiration. His honey skin and perfect nose bridge takes you to become a speechless mess.

“Y/n, right?” Your name sounds so good on his tounge. You nod and believe he’s done entertaining you when he’s leaning into your ear.

“Want to escape this party with a stranger?” You feel tingles all around your body and finally voice out.

“I don’t even know your name.” Your quiet, and you can barley hear your voice in your own ears.

“Lee Donhyuck, but I go by Haechan.” He leans back and you follow his eyes which are now looking at your hands fiddling with another and you stop.

In one swift motion, Haechan interlocks your fingers and leads you to the hidden basement in the corner of the kitchen. You didn’t even notice the door leading down to the stairs you were now declining on.

The small bits of alcohol in your system causes you to feel fuzzy. The last boy you’ve held hands with was the kid in you psychology class for an experiment. Haechan opens a random door which is dark, until he turns on the lights which brings your attention to a small but cozy room.

As you look around, there’s a bed in the middle with a black duvet, a desk in the corner, posters littered everywhere and your favorite part you cant take your eyes off, a small table with a record player.

“I’m sorry for bringing you like this. You looked upset and uncomfortable up there.” Haechan says behind you. You look back at him and begin to talk.

“It’s okay, thank you for noticing.” You walk around his room and reach the record player. You squat down to see his vinyl collection in the table drawer.

“You collect?” You look back at him, he’s taking off the hoodie he wore and you see it rid up and show his vline. You swing your head back quickly in embarrassment.

“Yea, is this awkward?” You hear him slump down on his bed and you get up on your feet again.

“It’s better than just hiding in a kitchen.” You look at his posters, trying your hardest to avoid you’re in a room with a random boy.

“I’m not much of a party animal. Extrovert, yes, but not a party person.” His voice is angelic and you catch yourself smiling at the way he’s word his feelings.

“Haechan, I hope you get your money.” You turn around and look at him finally. He’s looking up at you with a emotion you didn’t see upstairs, almost like when you caught him staring at you.

You lean your back against his wall and get awkward again because of the silence.

“I was lying.” Haechan gets up from his bed and walks towards you slowly. Your heart starts pumping as the proximity becomes closer and closer.

“About?” You softly say.

“The deal with Jisung.” He confesses.

“What was the deal?” The confidence from the alcohol coming again making you cock your head to the side.

“To get you in my bed.” Haechan whispers, although there’s no reason to be quiet.

You feel your stomach burn, a rare feeling you’d ever felt only when Jeno kissed you as a dare.

“I’ll get on your bed if that’s what you like.” You look up at his face with a pout.

His hand comes up to your hair and pushes the stray strand behind your ear. He chuckles.

“Mark is a bitch for keeping you away from me.”

“Maybe Mark knew better.” You question, as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck. You bask in each others presence for a beat until Haechan moves his face so your foreheads are touching.

“I want you Y/n.” Haechan let’s his hands wonder up and land on your waist, pulling you into him.

“I’m here Haechan.” You give him a smirk.

“For someone with such a quiet personality.” Haechan brings his hand to be placed on your cheek. His thumb pulling on your bottom lip.

“You have so much to say.” He ends his breathy words there and pulls you into a kiss. The feeling is pillowy as you match each others pace. You’re telling yourself not to bite his lip, but you do, and he gives out a groany Fuck.

His hands wander to the bottom of your jeans, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing. You pull yourself of his lips and giggle.

“Haechan, I’m not usually like this.” You look into his eyes and he’s being playful, both your chests heaving in and out. He can tell your being honest and starts cheesing hard.

“Strip.” Haechan let’s go of your waist and takes off his shirt. Following suit, you in a hurry to rip off your shirt and leave you in your bra.

Your eyes are on each other as you unbuckle your jeans, Haechan watched you slip out and be left in your panties with hunger in his eyes. He’s taking you in, looking up and down.

You become impatient with his stare and your hands nervously attach themselves to the button of his jeans. Popping it off quickly and unzipping them.

You look up at Haechan, batting your eyelashes, as you pull his jeans off and leaving him in his boxers. Bulge prominently sticking out and getting your attention, your hands wander on his honey tinted skin with a blush on your face. Feeling up and against his warm body.

“I love it.” You look up at him once more and he throws his head back. Haechan takes your hand and playfully pushes you onto his bed.

“We can just cuddle if that’s what you like.” He whispers into your ear as his hands reach the clasp of your bra, but you shake your head. You’re already aroused and needy, and are begging for something to relieve the feeling in your stomach.

“My needy baby.” Hes littering kisses alongside your stomach and up to your tits. Your bring your hand to your mouth to suppress and sounds to slip out from the pet name and his mouth.

Haechan brings his hand to meet your wrist and pins your hand against your side. “Make all your noises, hm?” You nod your head to his order.

Haechan asks you to lift your hips so he can take your panties off efficiently. Leaving you bare for him to see. You’re becoming shy, widening your legs so he can get the memo.

“Baby has never been touched?” His fingers innocently glide across your lips, gathering your slick and slowly teasing your clit.

You arch your back off the bed to the feeling “Haechan-” you moan softly, Haechan laughs at your reaction. He pushes one finger into your hole and you clench on them causing Haechan to moan.

“Haechan, please.” You practically beg. He begins to move his finger in and out of you and the sounds that leave your mouth are quite heavenly to the brown haired boy.

He bites his lips as he sees you close to hitting your climax, you’re in distress with how good his fingers feel murmuring incoherent words.

You open your eyes and see Haechan whose mouth is agape alike from yours, and the lewd noises bouncing off the walls is enough to make you cum.

You watch as Haechan fingers quicken and you try to close your legs. He throws his head back and moans and his one digit into you once more.

You’re both out of breath until he pulls out and looks at you with hungry eyes again. He brings his finger to your lips and softly pushes them into your mouth.

You stare at each other and suck on your juices until you look down at Haechan’s boxers. The plaid print covered in a wet stain where his bulge once was.

He releases his finger out of your tounge with a pop, and kisses your forehead like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm in your life.

It’s awkward again, and you’re starting to believe this is your time to go. After all, you were only here so he can get 100 dollars.

You try to scoot off the bed quietly, but Haechan rushes to hold your wrist. “Stay the night?” He asks with puppy eyes you couldn’t resist.

You nod but still get off the bed to find your disgraded shirt. Haechan comes up behind you as your squinting around his room with a fresh pair of boxers. You shimmy into them and instead take Haechan’s shirt left on the floor.

You settle under Haechan arm and pull the covers over yourselves. The room was quiet and peaceful, and the party upstairs seemed to die down.

“I didn’t think you were one to cum untouched.” You giggle and he slaps your shoulder as a warning.

“That, doesn’t leave this room.” Haechan tsk’s.

He would speak and you would listen, and he would continue speaking even if you didn’t respond. You feel a light kiss on the cheek before drifting to sleep

-

It was pretty dark when you had woken up. You felt a weight on your stomach, and two long arms wrapped under and on top of your waist. Haechan had attached himself onto you like a koala, and your heart burned a little with happiness.

The lack of light peaking from the small window close to the rooms ceiling had you guessing it was around the early AM’s.

You tried not to wake Haechan up by wiggling out of his grasp slowly, but ultimately failed. Now, Haechan would not let you go until you promised to see him again.

“No sex, no being quiet, just me and you hanging out. Getting to know each other.” He was practically begging you and you stared at him. “Speaking full sentences.” He adds.

“I don’t know Haechan. I’m a pretty boring person.” You sigh and finally slide out of his hold. “And I don’t speak in full sentences.”

“You weren’t boring when you were moaning my name.” You glare at him.

“I’m just saying.” He shrugged his naked shoulders. Haechan pushs himself off his bed as you bend down to collect your things off the floor.

You search for your phone out of your jeans pocket until it’s grabbed by the taller boy.

The sudden bright light makes his eye squint and he pushes the phone infront of your face, making you also so squint.

You’re guessing he’s adding himself as a contact, and you were correct when he handed you back the phone. His contact name littered with weird emojis.

You zip up your jeans and keep the shirt you slept with on and turn around for the door. “Here. Take this.” He takes a random flannel that was on his computer chair and hands it to you.

“It’s a bit chilly in the mornings. Whose taking you home?” He scratches his head and you look at him with a grin.

You get on your tippy toes and give him a sweet peck on the lips before leaving the room, and Haechan, star struck and hard.

You didn’t want to tell Haechan you were going to walk back to your apartment. You didn’t want him to come with you, because you liked the simplicity of walking in the rainy morning.

You could already tell Haechan and you were different. In many aspects maybe, but you didn’t like public settings and resorted in independence.

Haechan deserved someone who was as exotic as him, and not someone that would rather spend their weekend finishing homework at an empty cafe.

But you can’t help but think of his lips on you’re, and the way his skin felt so smooth to the touch, and his scent was hooking you to want more. You shake your head from those thoughts when you walk into your apartment and see a naked Jaemin and Chaewon laying on the couch. She promised she would keep her hook ups in her room.

Continue shaking your head as you close the door behind you and startle them awake. You walk into your room and jump into your bed. Your head burning with a hangover since you couldn’t remember the last time you drank that much liquor.

You hear your phone ding and try to ignore it but it doesn’t stop as you change your clothes. You groan as you now look at the notifications of an eager puppy wanting your attention.

haechannie 🥰☀️🐻 : hiiiiiiiiiiiii

haechannie 🥰☀️🐻 : did you get home

haechannie 🥰☀️🐻 : baby!!!!!!

You stare at your phone in surprise and become flustered from the name he called you in bed.

y/n : yes

haechannie 🥰☀️🐻 : hey, remember? only full sentences

y/n : yes, i got home alright

haechannie 🥰☀️🐻 : can i come over? i have nothing to do

You look around your room in hopes an excuse will appear from thing air. You bite your lip and turn off your phone. You really did not want to hurt Haechan, he was too kind to you last night and you don’t want him to be attached.

haechannie 🥰☀️🐻 : thank god for jaemin

You stare at your phone from confusion and get up from your bed to go back into the living room. Jaemin is pulling his hoodie on and Chaewon is wrapped in a blanket.

“Did you-?” Before you could even finish your sentence he finished it for you.

“Haechan’s an obsessive kind of guy.” He shrugs his shoulder and gives you a warm smile. You bet.

“I think you guys will be perfect for eachother.” He bends down to give Chaewon a kiss and leaves the apartment like nothing happened.

“When did you and Jae-” You begin.

“Last night.” Chaewon yawns.

She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “When did you and Hae-”

“Last night.” You smile.

Soon, when Chaewon leaves the living room dragging a blanket along with her Haechan opens the front door and peaks his head.

“Hello?” He asks in a voice so cute you can crumble before making eye contact with you and smiling. A warm feeling starts to bubble up in your stomach. He’s carrying a brown paper bag and a cup tray. “You didn’t lock your door.”

You gesture him inside as you pick up bottles Jaemin probably left. He walks over to you before you avoid him and he places the food on the coffee table.

“I brought breakfast.” He mentions. You nod as you dispose of the glass bottles.

“Come on. Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?” Haechan walks over to you from the trash can and eyes you down. You feel flustered from his sudden proximity.

“I’m always like this” You sigh and he keeps staring at you. You look at your feet. “I don’t know.” You mumble. Haechan’s walks up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist.

“Do you like this?” He mumbles into your neck. He smells like coffee and sweets. “Me being this close?” He continues.

“Yes.” You bite your lip as he makes you form goosebumps on your skin.

“Then let us like each other.” He turns you around to face him and you can’t.

“I can’t.” You try to look away but his finger takes your chin to face him.

“I’m not scared of peace and quiet.” His sincerity is churning. “I am dying to spend more time with you.” He throws his head back as he exaggerates and you giggle.

“Haechan, we’re too different.” You look at his lips. “And you deserve someone fun.”

“You are fun!” He argues. Pinching your sides trying to get a laugh out of you.

“See! She can laugh too. That’s really fun.” He sighs after he’s made his joke and brings his head to rest on your forehead.

“Let just try.” He whispers. You can’t look away from him and give him no response, which he takes in account. “No one has ever made me fall within a day. And I promise I’ll give you space and time.” You roll your eyes at how cheesy he sounds.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” He taps your nose and drags you over to your coffee table.

“Let’s just eat breakfast.” You sigh as you sit down beside him. He scoots closest to you so your knees are touching.

“I promise we’ll have fun okay?” Haechan promises and you believe him. “Can you at least put the 100 dollars to good use?” You question.

Haechan chuckles. “How do you think I bought breakfast?”

You lay your head on his shoulder as he pokes a straw in your drink and brings it up to your mouth to sip.