#the spectacular queue

[montanashocker]

dinnertime

[beomie-rabbit]

Got7 ~ M2 Relay Dance 🩷💚💙💜

Credits: M2 on YouTube, gifs made by me -A🐰💜

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every grace outfit

↳ 2.05

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork, Carole Shelyne, and Davy Jones, 1960s.

“‘We were given ‘homework’ — we read about them constantly, and had to memorize great lists of facts about each one of the boys. Actually, our ‘homework assignments’ became sort of a joke with the boys. They knew that we had these long factsheets and that we’d often find ourselves a corner someplace and sit down to do our ‘homework.’ Whenever we did — one of the boys would walk over and start to tease! ‘Peter was the biggest tease of all. He would come over and start quizzing me about the other boys and then finally about himself. He’d fire a hundred questions at me, one after the other, trying to see if he could trip me up and catch me in a mistake. Usually, we both wound up laughing our heads off!’ Of all the boys, Carole [Shelyne] found herself becoming closest to Peter. For some reasons which even she can’t understand or explain, Carole developed a very warm, close friendship with Peter — more so than any of the other boys. ‘Peter always fascinated me because I knew there was more to Peter than he let be seen. Peter is terribly intellectual and terribly bright. He’s gone through a lot of things, and has worked at a lot of manual labor because he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to go to school or not; he didn’t know just what he wanted. ‘Oddly enough, at the time this whole Monkee-thing started, I got the feeling he didn't really care about it! Mike too. At that time, I got the feeling they didn’t really care about the whole thing, and did it only because it was a job. They didn't think anything was going to come of it. I’m quite sure their attitude has changed now, because they all care terribly about their work and the quality of the work which they present to the public. ‘Peter is a very aware friend, and he knows how to make you feel very comfortable. He’ll go out of his way to help you, and he’ll take time out to check how you feel about things.’” - Monkee Spectacular, May 1968

[biggoldbelt]

“World of Color – Happiness!” Debuts at Disney California Adventure for the Disneyland Resort 70th Celebration

Disney California Adventure Park will shine brighter than ever as “World of Color – Happiness!” premieres May 16, 2025, as part of the Disneyland Resort 70th Celebration. This all-new nighttime spectacular takes over Paradise Bay with a joyful blend of water, light, color, and music — all inspired by the many faces of happiness. Hosted by Joy and the Emotions from Pixar’s upcoming Inside Out 2,…

[mythvoiced]

-. MORE HEADCANONS for Hyun Celebrity Verse

The BRAINROT I have for this verse, gosh... (rat bastard character for this verse also coming up~ Lynnie, I WILL give you that bastard, MARK MY WORDS!)

Her first ventures into acting where actually classic MV cameos that models seem to do here and there; especially when she was first rising to fame, so early twenties, she'd be featured in that classic 'look at how cool this artist is he can get models~', eye candy and the likes way; the older she'd get, the likelier she'd be to feature as the actual love interest rather than a meatbag (and choose who to work with)

I like to think that she featured with artists like Ra.in yknow~ or people she'd actually enjoy, like Crush, Gray, or as a mate in Ta.eyeon videos maybe (if that's even a thing)

At one point her cameos became less 'oh a model' and more 'is that Ji Hyun?! OMG~'

YOU KNOW WHAT what if she's the voice at the beginning of Jessi's Spirit Animal, you know the one, that'd be so much fun what the fuck, she'd love Jessi (on that note, fluent in English queen~?)

She's not even that much into fashion, as I feel I've kind of established relatively well, the only fashion designer she can actually get behind is Kang Ae-ri ( @stillresolved ) because other than THAT'S HER BESTIE Hyun also feels like Ae-ri is one of the few people left in the business who actually has something to say, something to show, a passion for her craft, and not the performative kind where you call yourself eccentric to get away with being a douchebag, no, Ae-ri actually gives a shit, and Hyun respects that

Even though she's a clothing hanger (her words), when it comes to endorsing brands outside the fashion industry, Hyun likes perfume deals the most: she's a big fan of scents and the likes, she actually likes 'selling' perfumes she'd wear on herself

On the other end of the spectrum: skin-care products, she fucking hates that industry, oversaturated with scammers and bullshit

ONTO THE DEFAMATION LAWSUIT lmao I think I'm settling on a designer being the cause of her trouble: he publicly painted as an abuser who mistreats everyone around her, especially the crew and anyone easily painted as an underdog, this designer is someone Hyun has had issues with for years; she's kept herself relatively close-lipped and they simply had a very tense work-place relationship until Hyun's incoming departure from the fashion industry has prompted her to put him in his goddamn place for his mistreatment and abuse of the women especially who work for him; long story short, he did not like that and turned it around and against her

Hyun's mother is Old Money, Hyun's father owns a cruises company, Hyun's older sister is a former Olympic bronze medalist and now activist, a lot of people assume that's how she got into modelling in the first place, money nepotism, WRONG! She's never seen a cent of her mother's money for most of her life, Hyun's father kind of forgets he has children, Hyun's sister is dealing with her own shit and doesn't have a good reputation for being an LGBTQ+ rights activist anyway, so Hyun was....... scouted~ Like those classic kpop scouting stories you hear, you know

She was also offered to become a trainee, yknow, for the visuals only but she refused, it wouldn't have been for her, she's got no pronounced musical talent and even just thinking about learning choreos fatigued her (she also doesn't like dancing tbh)

In terms of how public Boram and her are, I'll have to talk to Alex about it, but prior to this relationship, she's been OF COURSE target of all sorts of dating rumours

Once she was approached about potentially dating a popular 2nd gen kpop idol and she laughed in their face... she had a public appearance & interview ban for weeks after that

I have to incorporate foxes into this verse as well, of course, so what if an upcoming potential role of hers was that of a gumiho 👀

Funniest about this is... Hyun is a good actor; translating the masking and trickster nature of a gumiho into this verse, it just makes sense, we could easily make her as good as P.ar.k Gy.u-yo.un.g herself

And she would actually like it, she doesn't know it yet BUT I DO, Hyun would love acting, she'd abandon the fashion industry as main gig real fucking fast

We need to cast her in something with Se.o In.-G.uk (NOBODY TOLD ME HE'S IN SOMETHING WITH PARK SO-D.AM RN, GOSH DARN IT)

While she avoids public appearances unless super necessary for whatever reason (such as the one Bellamy ( @usuhan ) is offering her 👀), she's likelier to attend if they're charity events... but she's a little picky there, too

[spinxeret]

+ @werspinna asked: "Stay close to me and follow my lead. I've got your back."

+ " Right behind ya ! " Nodding , Mary Jane was all the more EAGER to get out of this mess than ever before. There was nothing worse than FIGHTING Inheritors, but considering the absolute MESS the multiverse had devolved into the last few MONTHS or so ? This was a FIGHT that she had both not been in the MOOD for, nor did she have the TIME for . " Let's make sure these guys stay DOWN this time, ok ? "

[faithful-grigori]

”#MFW I get Aunt May’s nephew killed by Swarm, #DEAR LORD I CAN SEE IT, #Esp Doc Ock like they’re both scrawny scientist nerds who don’t feel recognized for their genius and are initially bookish, #but then get a taste of power and realize they don’t ever want to go back to a regular life even if it’s ethical #so even if you fixed their medical condition they’d still retain being an evil asshole, #And of course the young kid going through it who’s following him around like a puppy dog but is ultimately being used”

i dont know how to explain this

[pushing500]

How quickly do you pace your game? I’m addicted to the 3x speed. But you can miss a lot going that fast!

I like to speed through at 3x speed if all the colonists are sleeping, researching, or doing something else "boring", but I usually have it on 1x just so I can follow the guys around and catch any interesting conversations that might be fun to draw.

I appreciate how RimWorld automatically slows the game down when important things happen, like raids and stuff. I like to imagine it's Randy giving me a helping hand for once in his goddamn life

[montanashocker]

[applesdrowned]

tags.

[thislovintime]

Photo 4 by Henry Diltz.

A look at some specific books mentioned by Peter over the years...

- How To Play the Five-String Banjo: "Pete Seeger’s book was very, very good. He’s a lively writer as well as a very good musician, a good teacher, good, very enthusiastic kind of all around person. So it was very good to learn from his book. And I recommend the book highly if anybody ever wanted to learn how to play folk-style five-string banjo, his is the book to learn from.” - Peter, Headquarters radio, 1989 (x)

- Naked Lunch: “In Melbourne last night Peter Tork said that Sydney airport Customs officers had seized from his bag the banned book ‘The Naked Lunch,’ by William Burroughs. A Customs officer had taken one look at the book and said, ‘I’ll have that. It’s banned here.’ […] ‘It is a good book,’ Tork said. 'I was just getting interested it. It’s sold out everywhere back home. I didn’t know it was banned here.’” - The Sydney Morning Herald, September 17, 1968 (x)

- Letters to a Young Poet: One question posed to Peter for the Ask Peter Tork column in 2008 was, “Do you think [becoming a writer is] worth a try, or do you suggest I 'keep my day job'?” From Peter's reply: “What writers I know of say is, if you want to be a writer, you’re probably not going to do very well. If you must write, then write! Do you see the difference? Rainer Marie Rilke wrote 'Letters to a Young Poet,' which I recommend on this point. (It’s a small book, and cheap at the bookstore, and free at your library.)”

 -Why Do I Say Yes When I Need To Say No?: Escaping The Trap Of Temptation by Michelle McKinney Hammond: “Some years ago there was a movement afoot to separate assertiveness from aggressiveness, which I heartily endorse to this day. 'Why Do I Say Yes When I Mean No,' is, I believe the name of one book that tackles this subject.” - Peter, Ask Peter Tork, 2008

- Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind: “I recommend sitting in Zen meditation. The best book I know for that is Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind, by Shunryu Suzuki. It’s all about watching your own mind rather than obeying it as tho’ it were the infallible voice of the truth.” - Peter, Ask Peter Tork, 2008

- The Sayings of Buddha: “The Sayings of Buddha (a small, inexpensive book you can find in almost any book store) always rests on the night-table beside my bed. I find that ancient wisdom, meditation and contemplation puts my mind in order and brings me great serenity. These things also broaden my scope of understanding.” - Peter, 16, September 1968

- Stranger in a Strange Land: “One of my favorite books now is Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein. It’s about the orphan child of the first Martian explorers. He grows to twenty-one years of age before he’s discovered by the second expedition to Mars which rescues him. He comes back to Earth, having been raised by the Martians — really fascinating!" - Peter, Fave, March 1968

- More Than Human: “Another writer I dig is Theodore Sturgeon, one of the greatest science fiction writers alive today. He visited our set one day and we were all very thrilled. He’s a visionary and a mystic, really one of the giant talents of the day. I hope everybody reads him. He wrote a book called More Than Human and a lot of other novels and short stories.” - Peter, Fave, March 1968

Q: "You read a book a day. Of all the books you have read, which three are your favorites and why?" A: "No, I don’t read a book a day. I sometimes spend weeks on a book. Of all the books I’ve read, my favorites are 'The Book Of [Tao],' 'Stranger In A Strange Land' and oh, I don’t know, a whole mess of other books, because they turn me on—they get to me." - Monkee Spectacular, January 1968

- The Book of Tao: “Peter also reads The Book of the Tao… all about an ancient Chinese nature philosophy with some simple, beautiful and meaningful messages in it. He studies all kinds of different religions, too. Peter has now figured out his own religion, what seems closest to Truth for him. It’s the result of much studying, thinking and sorting out. Peter was also influenced by the Oriental philosophies Zen. ‘Zen Buddhism believes in the theory of sudden enlightenment or sudden awakening. This idea is Japanese. I believe that Truth can just come to you in a sudden flash and you’ll know where it’s all at, if you prepare yourself to receive it. ‘Zen also teaches that you should just go along and live your life as best you can from minute to minute, always living in the present. You’re already there and there’s nothing else. If you can make the most of each day, accomplish and learn all you can now, you’ll get so much more done in your lifetime than if you sit around waiting for tomorrow to come. Because when tomorrow gets here it’s just another today. You end up just waiting and putting things off and nothing ever gets done. So, try to make each minute count!’” - Fave, March 1968

- Upanishads: "[Peter] starts clowning around [on set], but after a bit he settles down and starts reading a book. He sees you looking and explains, ‘This is a book of some of the excerpts of the Upanishads. Actually, these are excerpts from ancient Hindu writings. I guess you could say that in a sense they are like the Bible, only they were written many centuries before the old testament.’ Peter stops speaking for a moment. ‘Am I boring you?’ he asks gently. After you assure him that he is not boring anyone, he continues, ‘Well, the Upanishads are simply but beautifully written. I mean, they are quite easy to understand. You can buy the Mentor pocket edition for about 50 cents —′ Just about that time, Peter becomes aware of 16’s camera focusing on him. He promptly becomes a clown again, laughing and joking and holding his book myopically up to his eyes. You realize that you have just had a glimpse of the real Peter Tork — the sensitive, sincere young man who hides behind the veneer of a silly-funny Monkee. And it makes you feel very warm that for a brief moment you have glimpsed Peter Tork’s secret self." - 16, February 1968

- Autobiography of a Yogi: As Henry Diltz recalled (in Laurel Canyon: A Place In Time), “I remember giving one to Peter on The Monkees set. I did a group shot of them sitting on a couch and he was reading the Yogananda book. I always felt so good about that.”

[mythvoiced]

@geaesaekki | ♥

"I'll get straight to the point: do you handle defamation lawsuits or is your father too important for you to take my case."

[spinxeret]

+ @trrify asked: oh. you saw a video on the internet? well, then the case is closed.

+ " Hardy HAR HAR . " The temptation to ROLL her eyes was almost too great for her to resist . Every time she learned MORE about the symbiotes, the more Mary Jane wondered if she truly WANTED to learn anything more . Especially considering that her RUN-INS hadn't exactly been the most PEACEFUL of affairs . " You're telling me this DOESN'T look like what I think it looks like ? "

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

Love EVERYTHING about this!!

@carryon-countdown 2024 | Day 2 | Chosen

“I’m not the Chosen One,” he says. I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. “I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.”

[delicatebarness]

You Need Me Now? | Chapter Three

Summary: It's the night of the First Responders Family Fund, and Miss Stark looks a little green. Also, there's a Morgan Stark Cameo

Warnings: This series will be 18+, Minors DNI | MCU Spoilers | Thunderbolts Specific Spoilers | Jealousy | Smut | Dom/Sub Themes | Spit | Oral (M Receiving) | Semi-Public

Word Count: 2326

Masterlist | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

A/N: The amount of hours I have spent working on this chapter is uncalled for, and I haven't proofread this, but... that's what @lanabuckybarnes is for ♡ - Please leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue; this is just as much yours as mine. - B

You Need Me Now: @carrotlove | @seenthroughmia | @stell404 | @imaginecrushes | @lilulo-12 | @sebbymybaby21 | @rattyfishrock | @danzer8705 | @troubledsoul-black | @sexyvixen7 | @wintrsoldrluvr | @athanasiascourtesy | @baw1066 | @gh0stdyn | @mrsnikstan |

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment | @lanabuckybarnes | @ruexj283

★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮

Outside the First Responders Family Fund—Washington, D.C.

Outside the event was spectacular. The Center glowed with golden light, and camera shutters. Red carpet stretched wide beneath your gold heels, velvet ropes flanked either side, and a queue of sleek black cars. Your shoulders were peppered with cool evening air kisses as you stepped aside from the crowd.

You pulled your phone from the clutch bag you chose for the event, scrolling until you spotted a specific name, and hit call.

It rang once. Twice.

Suddenly, Morgan’s face appeared, her messy hair framing it, the screen casting shadows across her features. “You said you’d show me!” 

“I am, Maguna,” you smiled, flipping the camera around. “Look!” 

You panned the camera slowly across the entrance, letting your younger sister see the theatre of it all. And of course, the massive banner that hung above the doors. 

Morgan’s face lit up. “Whoa! Is that Dad?” 

The banner rippled in the breeze. A full-length print of your dad, Tony Stark’s, silhouette in the classic Iron Man suit, Arc Reactor designed to seem like it was lit up, and text along one side of the banner, reading: Honouring NYC Heroes. 

You flipped the camera back to yourself, spinning so the banner was behind you. “It sure is! He’ll be everywhere tonight, Bug.” 

“As he should be!” she announced proudly, but her smile faltered quickly. Her freckled nose wrinkled. “Do you have to go in now?” 

“In a few minutes, yeah. I just wanted to show you before you went to sleep.” You adjusted the spaghetti strap where it dipped off your shoulder. “I miss you, Morgan.” 

Morgan smiled, her eyes heavy with tiredness. “I miss you, too. And you look really pretty.”

You laugh. “Us Stark’s scrub up well, don’t we?” 

“Yep!” She fell back, her head hitting the pillow. You took a few extra minutes saying your goodbyes and wishing your sister the sweetest of dreams before ending the FaceTime. 

Slowly, you tucked your phone back into your clutch. The gala lights flickering as you let go of your last thread of comfort. 

  You took a slow, deep breath as you turned toward the center. And with one careful heel in front of the other, you walked alone into the pantomime. 

The warm air was filled with the scent of perfume, polished marble, and a lot of champagne. Chandeliers cast golden rains across the room, and everything glittered. There was music, a string quartet drifting in waves. 

People turned as you entered, taking their prying eyes away from the displays of your father’s past. They were already whispering, taking double-takes as you passed. 

You didn’t look at them.

Your eyes found the centerpiece instead—the Avengers Tower ‘A’ glowing at the heart of the hall. Your feet moved on their own toward it, stopping when the entire letter came into view. 

You weren’t the only one drawn to it. Mel—who you recognised as Valentina’s assistant—stood just ahead. She gazed up at the letter like it meant something. Her dark dress, covered by the matching suit jacket, caught bits of gold from the light above. Her hair was pinned back into a low ponytail, her posture proud.

A familiar figure stepping into view caught your attention—Bucky.

The same sharp suit you’d helped him into—and hoped to help out—was still perfect. Every line straight, every button in place. But it was the relaxed, confident way he carried himself that made your breath hitch.

Mel turned toward him, but you couldn’t make out the conversation over the music and the murmur of voices. But you didn’t need to. You saw it in the way Mel tilted her head. The curve of her smile.

The way he smiled back.

It wasn’t the usual practiced, tight-lipped smile he gave to the cameras or strangers. This was softer, warmer.

You didn’t mean to keep watching. 

But you did, and your eyes stayed locked onto them as Bucky reached into his jacket, pulling out a business card. Handing it to Mel, his fingers brushed against hers. A subtle, slightly lingering touch. 

Mel’s brow raised, amused. Or maybe, intrigued.

Your stomach sank.

You weren’t jealous. 

Not exactly. 

But the shift hit you hard and fast. You blinked, dragging your gaze from them. A server passed as you turned slightly, and you snagged a glass of champagne from their silver tray. Giving the man, who couldn’t have been much younger than you, a quick nod.

After swigging the shimmering liquid, you looked back at the ‘A’ that once adorned your home. 

Bucky was gone.

And Mel—Mel has begun walking straight toward you.

With a breezy smile, Mel approached with her tablet and notes tucked neatly to her chest. Her walk was measured, confident. 

But so were you.

Your spine straightened, champagne flute held delicately between your freshly manicured fingers, expression neutral. Mel had a few inches of height on you, and so you didn’t look up to meet her gaze.

“Hi, Miss Stark!” she called out brightly, a little too brightly.

You smiled, taking another swig of champagne before replying. “Melissa… was it?” 

For a moment, the brightness in her expression dimmed. She didn’t correct you—she couldn’t.

“That–That’s right,” she recovered quickly. “It’s an honor to be here tonight. Seeing parts of history.” 

You hummed, taking the last sip of champagne from the glass. “I’m sure it must be,” you said, keeping your voice steady. “Is this the first event Val has you monitoring?” 

Her smile twitched. “I wouldn’t stay monitoring per se, more like keeping her on schedule for—”

“Ah,” you said, cutting off the sentence gently. “The assistant.” 

A pause of silence settled between you, but only for a second before Mel spoke again. 

“I was speaking with Sergeant Barnes,” Mel turned her head back toward where she had stood with Bucky previously. “He’s very kind.” 

Your brow arched. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” 

Mel blinked, and you watched as the tip of her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek.

You took a step forward, barely even half a pace, and she had leaned back slightly. 

“He’s charming,” you added. Your gaze flickered to movement by the stairs, then back to her. “But you might want to be careful with that one.”

You smiled, letting that Stark confidence reach your eyes. “It was nice to meet you… Melissa.” 

And with that, you brushed past her. Your golden heels echoed softly against the polished marble floor, and you set the empty champagne flute on a passing tray.

You didn’t look back.

★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮

Later in the Evening—Washington, D.C.

You stopped short at the landing, your eyes locking on him, and Mr Gary. Their voices hushed as they moved to a secluded hallway. 

You didn’t interrupt. Instead, you leaned lightly against the wall, arms crossed, just out of their line of sight. You didn’t hear much of what they spoke about. But one word did catch your attention: Assistant.

It was enough to tighten something in your chest.

After one last murmur from Mr. Gary, he turned and walked in the opposite direction. His footsteps were heavy as he didn’t spare you more than a passing glance. 

You waited until he disappeared behind another corner. But then, a strong metallic arm curled around your waist.

Bucky pulled you gently out of sight, back to where he and Mr. Gary had stood. Your back bumped against the wall, your chest heaving. 

He was inches away, brow arched, and looked down at you. “You need to get better at hiding.” His voice was low and dry.

His hand slid over the small of your back, resting against your hip. His hair was slightly disheveled now, you knew he’d been running a hand through it out of frustration. 

His jaw ticked. “You shouldn’t be up here.” 

“And you shouldn’t be gossiping in the shadows where anyone could find you, hear you,” you retorted.

A silent beat passed between you.

His eyes searched yours, and for the first time… you noticed a subtle hint of green and amber within the striking blue. 

“I saw you talking to her, and then I heard you talking about her,” you said, voice low. “Are you keeping information from me?” 

His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes darkened. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb lingering on your bottom lip with his thumb. “Are you jealous, Miss Stark?” 

You tilted your chin. “No. I don’t get jealous.” 

Another pause.

The space between your bodies pulled you together, heat rolling off you and surrounding him in waves. When Bucky spoke again, his voice rasped.

“Liar.” 

His fingers trailed from your cheek to the base of your throat, wrapping around your neck. His touch was possessive, demanding. From anyone else, you would’ve felt threatened. But from Bucky—it was grounding. Submission, even.

Your lips parted, but you couldn’t find the words to argue. Or lie. Maybe you had been at least the tiniest bit jealous.

“I saw you watching,” he said. “Your whole body shifted when I handed her that card. You wanted to light her up.” 

“I didn’t.” 

“You wanted her to burn,” he growled softly. “And you still do.” 

Your brow furrowed, opening your mouth to speak again, but nothing. You couldn’t deny his allegations. 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I like it when you get possessive,” he murmured, leaning in closer to whisper directly into your ear. “Almost as much as I like putting you in your place.” 

You inhaled sharply. Heat radiating through your entire body, collecting between your thighs.

“You want to be a good girl for me now?” he asked, his tone leaving no room for debate. He was instructing. 

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding slowly, instinctive. 

“Show me, sweetheart.” 

You didn’t realise you were moving until your knees hit the floor. Your dress pooled slightly around your legs. His jaw was tight, and his hunger bled through his eyes when you looked up, meeting his gaze. 

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he said. His metal hand rested against your cheek before he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Hm, the Stark heiress, on her knees for me. And, in the hallway of a fucking fund raiser.” 

You flushed. He was obscene, but so perfect.

The click of metal was loud as he slowly undid his belt. Blue eyes never left yours. Pushing down the zipper, he freed his already hardened cock. 

“Open your mouth,” he said.

You obeyed, head tilting up toward him. 

He watched you, unmoving, just taking in the sight of you. “Wider,” he murmured. 

Again, you obeyed. 

His hand cradled your jaw before leaning down slightly, without breaking eye contact. 

And spit. 

You didn’t flinch.

It was warm against your tongue, and you just let it sit there, waiting for your next instruction.

“Swallow it, sweetheart,” he softly ordered.

You did, before parting your lips again for him. Proving to him that you did as you were told. 

His eyes closed slowly for a moment, his jaw clenching. “Good girl.” 

Then, he pressed his tip against your lips. 

“Now,” he said, threading his hand through your hair. “Show me.” 

The first brush your tongue took against him made your lashes flutter. Your brain was already beginning to switch off as your lips wrapped around him, taking him deeper. 

He groaned in a low breath. “That’s it,” he praised, tightening his grip in your hair. “Use that mouth, sweetheart. Show me how you own me.” 

At first, you were slow. Tracing your tongue down every inch of him, your cheeks hollowing when your lips slid down and back up again. Just enough to tease. 

“Take all of me,” he warned.

There was a hiss through his teeth, his hand bracing the wall behind you. His hip began to rock, and you relaxed your throat, letting him push deeper. Fucking your mouth, relentlessly but controlled. Your fingers gripped the back of his thighs as you moaned around him.

“Look at me,” he groaned. 

Your eyes were glossy, lips stretched, and cheeks flushed as you looked up. Your throat vibrated, spurring him. 

“You’re taking me so fucking good,” he said, quickening his pace. “Fuck, I could come just from watching you.” His hips stuttered, and low, animal-like sounds escaped his chest. “God—just a little more, sweetheart,” he rasped, his thick vein pulsating against your tongue. “Just like—”

His hand gripped tighter, pulling your hair as he came. Spurts of his release hitting the back of your throat, and you took it all. 

“That,” he finally stilled, chest heaving as he loosened his grip on your hair.

You pulled back slowly.

His dark, intent gaze dropped to your mouth. Reaching out, his thumb brushed across your bottom lip, tugging it down gently. Another demand. Only this time, it was silent. 

You parted your lips, unashamed, and offered him the evidence of what you just did for him.

His eyes burned into yours, desire. “You’re going to be the death of me, Stark,” he gave you a low chuckle.

Still on your knees, your lips curled into a knowing smile. Then, purposely with unbroken eye contact, you swallowed. 

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” you whispered back.

Bucky stretched his vibranium hand out for you, helping you rise to your feet. His other hand wiped a stray tear from your cheek before smoothing your hair, his fingers lingering for another moment. “Go freshen up, sweetheart,” he smiled, his voice low. “And then, say your goodbyes.” His gaze held yours before he gestured towards the rest of the function. 

Before you could respond, his arm wrapped around your torso, and his mouth crashed against yours.

He wasn’t soft or sweet. It was bruising, a deep reminder.

His forehead pressed to yours when he pulled back. “Don’t keep me waiting, we’re getting chilli dogs.”

★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮

Masterlist | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Remember, I have a praise kink; I need validation and attention to survive. Please leave feedback. ♡