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randomjpop · 2 months ago
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When the previews of Nebula Romance: Part 1 dropped, “Cosmic Treat” was the song that jumped out at me as an early favourite. So I felt a little deflated when the album dropped and I heard the full song. Not only was it super short with no bridge section — a far too common thing with Perfume’s songs these days — but it’s like Yasutaka Nakata didn’t know what to do with the intro and outro. So, I made a different mix of the song, with a different intro, outro and extra bits in the middle — for those who fancy a bit more funky beat and space funk.
📺 Perfume - Cosmic Treat (Random J Mix / Extended Mix)
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azultecnicolor · 1 year ago
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Anyone remembers the classic old Hollywood film Good Omens 1942???
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zuzu-romeave · 4 months ago
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i just think jake from b99, fry from futurama, and troy from community would absolutely love hanging out together
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goddessofwisdom18 · 7 months ago
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Empire of Storms doodles
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kuragesoda · 2 years ago
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me out here wishing hpmi had official mixed-group songs :((
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pregduo · 3 days ago
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love how I'm the older brother yet they're older than us bodily by a month and some days?
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acourtofquestions · 6 months ago
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EoS Chapter 59 & 60:
(Per usual the spoiler bar of safety ;-)
Establishing a new rule: Aelin is allowed to do what she wants & we just keep calm & follow her (even into battle with bad odds because haven’t we learned by now?) — if this woman jumped off a cliff ITS FOR A GOOD REASON and she calculated the distance, water depth, or covered it in marshmallows so it’s fine by all means follow her *coughs* looking at you AEDION (& in the rule of slap bets Aelin is now allowed at least 1 “I TOLD YOU SO”)
The opening interaction for Aelin & Ansel is absolute gold (why have I not been using bullet points that auto type😂)
Rowan calling them HIS cadre
Aelin is the definition of that hive/mega mind meme thing because HOW DID SHE THINK OF THIS THAT LONG AGO (also the fact she trusted Ansel after all this time… but also somehow it’s only like 2 years?)
THE LETTERS
“The country of my friend Celaena Sardothien, who did not forget it, even when she was in the Red Desert; and who did not stop looking north every night that we could see the stars. There was no greater gift I could offer to repay her than saving the kingdom she did not forget. And that was before I got her letter months ago, telling me who she was and that she'd gut me if I didn't assist in her cause.” — SEE SHE NEVER FORGOT PEOPLE OF TERRASEN AND AEDION GIVE THE GIRL A BREAK (also “friend”🥹 she knew the 2ONE minutes & Rowan did too😭 & that talk when he asks🖤 her compassion doesn’t get enough credit for how much she understands)
“Assassin-turned-Queen” — my favorite kind of women (this includes Lysandra cause she has the vibe😂)
“Aedion didn't know who to be more furious with: Aelin, for not telling him about Ansel of Briarcliff and the gods-damned army she'd quietly ordered to sack Melisande and seize its fleet, or himself, for not trusting her. For demanding where their allies were, for implying all that he had in those moments before the ilken attack. She'd just taken it. He tried not to bristle. He hadn't even contemplated the Wastes as an ally. Perhaps that was why. He would have told her not to bother. He was her general-prince. Rowan was her consort--or close enough to it. And yet she had not entrusted them with this.” — Aedion thank you for finally owning up to THAT mistake … yeah you should’ve trusted her buddy
And yeah she did just take it and not fight because throwing that in your face would’ve endangered you and she is not petty or naive enough to risk it bud
Also him calling Rowan her consort😂 (also for the record “General-Prince” Rowan is also a legit Prince by technicality (much like you) so he’s not just a Prince of consort FOR THE RECORD)
Which witch was it?
“And Aelin remembered the story the assassin-turned-queen had once told her, whispered atop rolling desert sands and beneath a carpet of stars. A childhood friend--eaten alive by an Ironteeth witch…” — this quote is somehow so peaceful and so horrifying with imagery all in one, like one second we have rolling sands and blankets of stars and cozy campfire vibes and the next just straight up horror story ghost campfire
“A voice like death” — hell yeah she did😉 (I don’t even know what that means I just love Manon😂)
“The Last Crochan Queen” — sounds like a song I would’ve sang in 8th grade choir before the holidays… but now is just me humming the last great american dynasty on repeat😅😂
WHERE IS ABRAXOS???
“Red wine” hair color you say… like Bryce…??? (While I know very little about Crescent City the little I do know includes that character description)
The fact Rowan knows who Ansel is immediately because he HAS heard ALL of Aelin’s stories🥹
KASIDA IS BACK — YAAAAAASSSSSSSSS
They had time!!! Finally!
Lysandra just being the worlds cutest snuggly cat🥹 for everyone that’s ever been like isn’t it odd that she’s scratch her friends head lemme tell ya legit one the most accurate descriptions of gal pal interactions😂; the amount of days bestiegirl comes over after work and ends up half collapsed on my couch, flopping her head onto my lap (which means she wants me to play with her hair & braid it😂) while we drink (or more frequent make tea / wait for take-out) as we recount the day is HIGH🤣
ANSEL TRIED TO HELP CELAENA😭 (the amount of people that came to save her from Endovier & she never even knew… it’s just so healing… and a slightly horrifying/hop-giving emphasis that however this ends she has friends that will be there for her & with her & come for them & show up in war… hopefully😅😅)
Not the Ansel/Dorian line😂🤣
At least someone got revenge on the Melisande liar form TAB who Aelin sold Kasida to (for Sam😭) only to find out SHE was EVIL (I’m really glad Karma came😅💖)
The fact Lysandra knew exactly where Aedion would go
The fact he’s learned to recognize her smell even though it’s really impossible because she’s always shifting (it’s giving Kanej)
The way he can read her many masks (same with Elorcan… and all the ships… even Manorian)
"The fear of loss ... it can destroy you as much as the loss itself."
"I do enjoy it, you know. This--whatever this is."
Double Aedion points for once again finding the words someone has needed to hear for a lifetime and healing trauma in one beautiful sentence (I love him man)
I KNEW HE HAD BI WIFE ENERGY (or I guess technically Lysandra has Bi wife energy for Aedion) anyways REPRESENT (also the line about the Bane🥹🥲 I need a whole book explaining those years & these characters we’ve never met but will hopefully save the day)
I miss the days of adventure too Lysandra
Him saying his last not because the world is ending but because all roads end with “I’m going to marry you Lysandra” (a very Rowaelin way to say we’re gonna take time because we’re determined to have it so we’ll live like it and will it into being)
He had no intention of wasting each glorious moment in one go. Of wasting any of the moments that fate had granted him, and all he wanted to show her.
Every stream and forest and sea in Terrasen.
“To see Lysandra laugh her way through the autumnal circle dances; to weave ribbons around the maypoles in the spring; and listen, wide-eyed, to ancient tales of war and ghosts before the roaring winter fires in the mountain halls. All of it. He'd show her all of it. And walk onto those battlefields again and again to ensure he could. So Aedion smiled at Lysandra and brushed her hand with his own. "I'm glad we're in agreement, for once." — IM GLAD WE AGREE FOR ONCE
KNOW THIS CONVERSATION TOO MANY QUOTES TOO MANY FEELS TOO MUCH I LOVE THEM ALL UR HONOR (and I’m scared my food eggs are all in one basket or ship i guess because literally all the ships are on the same ship and I’m glad cause separation is dangerous esp. when half of them kinda might/wanna kill each other but also like if this ship sinks I AN AFRAID CAUSE TITANIC DONE ME WRONG)
Titling CHAPTER 60: HELLO MANORIAN!😂😉 … and enjoying my last few days before it all ends up in flames... or lack thereof as some energy restoration would give me hope with our FIVE HUNDRED ilken killing queen (still not over it)… so let’s all also drink & tell stories? Why not😅😂🤣😂🤣
NAMELESS IS MY PRICE (dammit)
A living god — yep. (help surprising songs… false god is so them😅😂😭😉)
"Because she made a bad choice, trying to heal a wound she couldn't ever mend. Trying to avenge the people she loved." — IM SCARED OF THIS LINE — but also when he asks & she answers (she really is remarkable).
“Rowan, still kneeling, looked upon the world spread at her feet.” — THIS SENTENCE SHOWS SO MUCH
“To give my offspring not one kingdom to inherit, but as many as the stars." — always a sucker for star lines
I’d follow you even then😭 — “She would bring music and books and culture, wipe out the corruption festering in corners of the earth” — I mean he has a point though she’d be a good dictator (it’s giving Leslie Knope/Ben Whiotte/Fitzsimmons line vibes lol)
All hail our empress Aelin
The detail down to the red hair
WHAT WORDS AELIN??????????
"Sometimes I wish I knew every thought in that head, each scheme and plot. Then I remember how much it delights me when you reveal it--usually when it's most likely to make my heart stop dead in my chest."
“But despite his words, despite everything, he looked so ... happy. So perfectly content and happy to be there, kneeling among those maps, the lantern down to its last dregs, the world going to hell.” — ROWAN WAS HAPPY FOR ONCE — “The joyless, cold male she'd first met, the one who had been waiting for an opponent good enough to bring him death ... He now looked at her with happiness in his face. … She took his hand, gripping it hard. "Rowan." The spark died from his eyes.” — The spark DIED — WTF KINDA LINE IS THAT? WHAT DID SHE SAY (it can’t be the mate thing that should make him happy? Or not dead? AGH) Aelin don’t you dare have a plan! No-no I’ll keep calm and trust Aelin (but Sarah not so much😅) — promise or fear? HoF parallel or full circle—IDK U CANT JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THAT
Why do I keep on reading Lorcan as Lucien? And don’t even get me started on Lochan😂
THANK YOU DORIAN I KNEW SHES NOT DEAD I BELIEVE IN ASTERIN
Her describing him as winter mornings😭
Wait is Manon the iron to his magic to keep him from going insane and dying like most with his power level?
What is he waiting for? It’s Maeve isn’t it! Dammit don’t be true!
ITS TRUE FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKNOOOO
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aler-ii · 2 months ago
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⚰️ Simblreen 2024 Gift - Dressed to Frill Set by Alerii ⚰️
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Happy Simblreen! This set is a collection of items based on the Lolita J-fashion Subculture, specifically 90s-early 2000s, which often has a mix of Gothic, Doll-like, "Tacky" elements which may be considered "ita" (painful to look at) in many modern Lolita Coords. However, I love the experimental attitudes to the fashion that Lolitas had in those old GLB street snaps and wanted to emulate that for your Sims. Embrace the frumpiness and most of all enjoy! ^_^
Zine included if you want to see outfits styled and cool pics!!
Basic info
• A set of 13 (24 inc. variations) based off the (Old School) Lolita Subculture • New Meshes w/ some added EA parts on the Hairs and Accs. • For All Frames • Base Game Compatible • Poly Count + More Info. General polycount is 4k-34k (High Poly.) • Respect my TOU • Disallowed for Random • PSDs for recolouring included in dl • Consider supporting me on Ko-Fi!
📂 DOWNLOAD: SimFileShare | Google Drive [free, no ads]
(CC inspo, CAS thumbnails, inspo sources and credits below!)
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Credits and Sources: First dress | Second Dress | Third Dress | Choco Mini Hat | Angelic and Maple Ringlets | Choppy Plaits | Gobelin Rose Headdress | Vivienne WestWood Rocking Horse Shoes | Graphic Borders | Root acc base from @/sleepingsims | Painting CC in first image by @/byou-shin
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stnkiconverse · 1 month ago
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Hii :3 could I have sum of the creep boys (Ej, Toby, Jeff, Masky and Hoodie) with a reader who likes marking (bites/cuts/hickeys) their thighs? Pls and thank u 💛
This has been collecting dust in my drafts for months, im so sorry bby, i just needed to have my masky and hoodie headcanons in place before posting this😭😭
Also- Ik you said thighs, but i did mention some other places, i hope you don’t mind :3
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E Y E L E S S J A C K
Jack is surprisingly unbothered by your habit. He views it with a mix of curiosity and amusement, often analyzing your techniques silently. (like this = 🤨)
"Hmm. Is this an attempt at branding? Or is this just for fun?" His DRY ASS humor makes it hard to tell if he's teasing or genuinely questioning.
He’s not fond of pain but does not shy from it either. The marks don't bother him, they heal faster than you think anyway.
If you center the attack on his thighs, he'll arch a brow and say something quick and sarcastic, like, "I'm honored you've chosen me as your personal canvas."
Jack has super sharp senses, so he's super aware of your touch. If you bite or leave cuts near sensitive spots, hips, or neck, for example, he might tense for a moment but never stop you.
His favorite places for you to mark? His shoulders or his ribs. He finds the sensation grounding in a strange way, though he'll never admit it. (he moaned once)
If you tease him about it, he'll deadpan: "Just don't expect me to reciprocate. My claws aren't…delicate." (😏)
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T I C C I T O B Y
Toby is a little awkward about it at first, not used to someone being so physically affectionate in such an intense way. But once he gets used to it? He's all in. (fucking weirdo 😒 / lovingly)
He doesn't actually feel pain like others do, (obv) so he lets you go wild without flinching. "You're gonna have to try harder than that to leave a mark on me," he'd tease, looking down later to grin at the faint bruises or bites.
If you target his thighs, he might giggle a bit, kicking his leg. "That tickles, stop- stop!"
Neck and collarbone marks fluster him the most. He'll try to hide them with his hoodie but secretly love that they're there.
Sometimes, he'll encourage you in his chaotic way: "Oh, you missed a spot. Try here!" and point to random places like his back or ribs, sometimes even shoving his wrists in your face 😭😭
If you ever leave too many marks, he'll grin like a maniac and joke: "Guess I'm your chew toy now, huh?"
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J E F F T H E K I L L E R
Jeff would be cocky about it, but secretly flustered. He'd smirk and say something snarky like, "Didn't know you were that desperate to get your hands on me," but the redness creeping up his neck gives him away.
He doesn't mind pain and might even enjoy it a little. If you bite too hard, he'll laugh and go, "Is that all you've got? You're gonna have to try harder."
Loves when you leave marks on his neck, it makes him feel a twisted sense of pride. He'll strut around the manor like a smug idiot, showing them off.
His thighs are a sensitive spot, though he won't admit it. If you target them, he'll squirm slightly and mutter, "Don't get any ideas..." but he won't stop you. (bcs he likes it 😏)
If you leave cuts or scratches, he'll trace them with his fingers absentmindedly, secretly loving the way they look.
"You're turning me into your personal art project, huh? Not that I'm complaining."
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T I M / M A S K Y
Masky (Tim)
Tim is not immediately comfortable it, especially if it's in a more vulnerable spot like his neck or inner thighs. He'll tense up and grumble, "What are you doing?" but he won't push you away :3
Over time, he warms up to it, especially when he realizes it's your way of showing affection. He won't admit it, but he finds it oddly reassuring :p
Marks on his shoulders or upper back are his favorite. He won't say anything, but you might catch him subtly glancing at them in the mirror (😏)
If you bite too hard, he'll sigh and mutter, "You know I have to cover that up, right?" while pulling on another layer of clothing (i love him guys)
Surprisingly, he doesn't mind if you mark his thighs when he's sitting or lounging. He might roll his eyes but secretly enjoys the attention.
"You're a little too into this, you know that?" he'd say with the tiniest smirk, though the faint blush on his face betrays him.
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B R I A N / H O O D I E
Hoodie (Brian)
Brian is surprisingly chill about your habit and takes it in stride :D
He'll joke, "Do I look like a notebook to you? Or is this some modern art thing?"
He's not huge on pain, so if you bite too hard or draw blood, he might flinch and gently push you away. "Careful, I'm not indestructible."
Loves when you leave hickeys or gentle bites on his shoulders or chest. He finds them oddly comforting and will trace them when he's alone, smiling softly.
If you go for his thighs, he'll laugh and tease you: "That's bold. Didn't take you for a thigh person."
Occasionally, he'll play along and say something like, "You missed a spot," pointing to random areas just to see you flustered.
Brian enjoys the possessive nature of your markings but is too reserved to admit it outright.
Instead, he'll say something teasing like, "Guess I'm yours now, huh?"
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I hope this was good enough!! :D
sorry to keep you waiting so long 😭
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endless-ineffabilities · 4 months ago
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The Bolter (part seven)
Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader
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synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?
in this chapter : Steve's visitors in the 1950s force him to accept the truth. The new Captain America drives a wedge in the reader's relationship with Bucky.
themes/warnings : pining, angst, Loki and Mobius featured
word count : 2k
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The 1950s, seven months after Steve's arrival
You're not supposed to be here.
The sound of an old radio drifts lazily through the air, some crooner from a time long forgotten. Loki lingers behind Mobius in the living room, adjusting his coat with a smirk that practically drips with condescension. He's enjoying the storm of emotion on Steve's face.
"What do you mean?" The former Captain America asks.
Mobius and Loki exchange glances before Mobius steps forward, pulling out a small, metallic device that flickers with a strange light.
Mobius gets right into his explanation, gesturing to the TemPad, its holographic images flashing in front of Steve: timelines splitting, branches forming, collapsing under the careful pruning of the TVA.
Steve simply watches as the enormity of it sinks in. His world is crumbling around him yet again.
"What do you think you're doing here, Captain?" Loki drawls, his eyes glinting with an odd mix of amusement and sympathy. "Living the quiet life, are we? Playing house in the 1950s?"
Mobius sighs, ignoring Loki's taunts. "You know why we’re here, Steve. We came to bring you back. You weren’t meant to stay."
Steve’s eyes flicker with a brief flash of something – regret? Guilt? Or was that hope? He turns slightly, casting a glance at the quaint home he stands in, and then back at Mobius. "I made my decision."
"Yeah, you did," Loki interrupts, crossing his arms as he sizes up the man in front of him. "And look where that’s gotten you. Hiding out in a time that doesn’t belong to you."
Steve’s jaw clenches, his fists tightening. He can feel the accusation hanging in the air, too familiar, too true. But he keeps his voice steady, his shoulders stiff. "I came back to claim what I deserve."
Mobius steps closer, his voice softer now. "While I understand that, Steve... Right now, you’re living in the past – a time which was never meant to be your present."
Steve says nothing. The truth is a splinter lodged in his chest, one that’s been festering since he first stepped into this world that wasn’t his. Because it wasn’t really about Peggy anymore. It was about you.
You. The one he left behind, the one he’s thought about every single day since he made that fateful choice. He had convinced himself he was doing the right thing, that he could live in the past and let go of everything. But the truth gnawed at him. He wasn’t living here – he was hiding.
"I had to come back," Steve mutters, almost to himself. "I owed it to Peggy."
Loki lets out a sharp laugh, drawing Steve’s attention. "Oh, please. Owing someone something doesn’t mean trapping yourself in a past that doesn’t need you. Peggy moved on, Steve. She had a life. But you? You abandoned yours."
He abandoned you. He abandoned Bucky.
Mobius sighs again, hands slipping into his pockets as he tries to cut through Loki’s sharp edges. "Steve, we’re not here just because of your choices. You staying here, in this time – it’s creating problems. Serious ones."
Steve frowns, straightening. "You prune timelines. What’s one more divergence?"
Mobius rubs the back of his neck, glancing at Loki before answering. "You're not just some random variant. You're Captain America. The impact of your absence is like pulling a thread from a tightly woven tapestry. Everything starts to unravel. Even the TVA can't stop the consequences of that for long."
Steve’s face hardens. "I'm just living quietly, out of the way. No one knows I'm here."
Loki’s voice cuts in, sharp and cold. "And every day you stay, more branches form. The longer you hide from where you're meant to be, the more damage is done."
Mobius steps forward, his voice steady but urgent. "Steve, we can only prune so much before the entire thing collapses. And trust me, when that happens, we don’t just erase this reality. We erase you."
"I don't believe – "
"We erase her."
Steve’s breath catches, his mind racing. This wasn’t what he thought. Now that harm is directed to you, the situation has drastically changed for him.
"And what if I go back?" Steve’s voice is tight, controlled, but beneath it is a thread of fear, of hope.
Mobius softens, sensing the shift. "If you go back, the timeline stabilizes. The branches collapse. The Steve Rogers your world remembers – the one who fought for the future, not the past – returns. And her…" He pauses, carefully choosing his words. "She's still waiting for you, Steve."
"Is she?" Loki cuts in, his tone mischievous as can be. "Didn't they just – "
Mobius sharply stops him right then and there. "Shut up, Loki."
Steve's heart twists painfully. His choice had been selfish, and he knows that. He'd run from you, from a future he was afraid to face. A life he believed could never offer peace.
"What if it's too late?" His voice breaks, just a little, his heart finally admitting the one thing he’s been too afraid to say.
Mobius smiles gently. "You’ve made tough calls before, Steve. But this isn’t about war, or duty, or sacrifice. This is about you. You deserve to live in your timeline – with the people who need you. She needs you. Go back, Steve. Fix what you can still fix."
Steve stands in silence, torn between the life he thought he wanted and the one that’s still waiting for him. He thought staying here would bring him peace, but all it's brought is doubt, regret, and a gnawing emptiness. He doesn't have his heart here with him.
Steve is about to speak, when Hunter comes bounding in the room, tail wagging wildly as he takes in the intruders. Another thing that Steve will have to leave behind.
But, apparently not.
"The dog can come with you," Mobius offers, shrugging lightly.
"What?" Loki turns to him in amused disbelief.
"Oh c'mon. Hunter is just as much hers, as he is Steve's."
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2024, seven months after Steve's departure
For a while, everything had felt right.
Whatever right was in your lives.
Until the TV in your apartment blared the news about John Walker, Captain America 2.0.
Bucky watched it, jaw clenched, as some stranger stood there in Steve's uniform, parading the shield like it had only ever been his.
Bucky saw the flash of pain that crossed your face, which quickly transformed into anger.
He felt it almost immediately. You were pulling back, closing yourself off, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not when the ghost of Steve is hovering between the two of you.
Was it still about Steve? Or was it about the future you both thought you had a handle on, until some nobody took everything that Steve represents?
Bucky knows you're hurting. He feels it. He's felt it since the moment Steve left – when you were left behind, and so was he.
And it kills him, seeing you like this, maybe even more than the pain he feels from being left behind.
Steve's shadow is keeping you from fully being here, with him, and it's a fresh kind of hurt.
You shut the TV off and irately toss the remote somewhere in the room.
Bucky clenches his fists and finally speaks, his voice rougher than usual. "We should go see Sam."
"Okay," you respond, your voice calm yet empty.
He's not going to lose you. He can't.
"Doll?"
Your response is a barely audible hum.
Bucky reaches for your hand, his anchor. "We're gonna be okay."
You nod, and offer a weak smile.
It's enough, for now.
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When you arrive at Sam's, the tension doesn't ease. Sam takes one look at the two of you, and immediately detects that something is off.
Obviously, there's the matter of Walker. But he sees that there's something different too.
Just what the hell did you and Bucky get yourselves into?
Bucky and Sam exchange a look – one loaded with frustration – before Bucky breaks the silence. "We can't let Walker carry that shield, Sam. Before Steve left, he – "
Sam sighs, shaking his head. "He hinted at wanting to pass the mantle on to you or me – "
Bucky intervenes, "It should be you."
" – but... it's out of our hands, Buck. The government's already made their decision."
The words hit Bucky like a punch. You stay quiet, your mind whirring. You're thinking about Steve again – Bucky can see it.
Something settles in the pit of his stomach. It's nasty and unwelcome, and it makes him want to reach for you and shake Steve out of your thoughts.
He wants to tell you that he's here, and Steve isn't.
He's jealous.
Great, Bucky groans internally, I'm jealous of a damn ghost.
Sam watches the two of you for a moment, sensing the tension. "We'll figure something out. But for now, we have to let this play out. I've got other things on my plate right now."
"What is it?" you finally speak up, concern evident in your tone. "Anything we can do to help?"
"I've been hearing talk about this group. They call themselves the Flag Smashers. I can show you guys the briefing. They're out there right now, and they're not gonna wait for us to get our act together."
"We're coming with you," Bucky says, his voice steady and unflinching.
"Non-negotiable," you confirm, smirking, stepping closer to Bucky as a show of unity.
Sam hesitates, arms crossed as if weighing his options, then his gaze lingers on Bucky's neck. Then slowly – too slowly – he glances at you.
That's when he finally catches on.
The look on his face is almost comical, his eyes widening as he clocks the similar, telltale mark at the crook of your neck.
"Oh, man. Really?"
You feel your cheeks heat instantly as Sam's smirk grows wider.
"What? It's not – " you try to speak, but Sam's having none of it.
"No, no, no. This explains a lot. Like, a lot." He's grinning now, shaking his head like he's finally in on the joke. "I mean, all this weird energy... I thought y'all we're just mad about Walker, but now I get it. Shoulda known. It makes a lot of sense, the two of you."
You glance at Bucky, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere but in that room.
"It's not like that," you mutter defensively, even though it's pointless with Sam.
"Sure, sure," Sam says, failing to suppress a chuckle. "You two just happened to get the same exact bruise in the same exact spot. Must have been a hell of a battle, huh?"
Bucky just scowls, though his ears are tinged pink. "So are you going to brief us or what?"
"Nah, man, you're good. So, what's the plan? You gonna take on the Flag Smashers like it's some couples' retreat?"
You sigh. "We're helping. That's it. This conversation is over."
"Okay, okay," Sam raises both hands in surrender, but he doesn't miss the chance to land another jab. "You're in. But maybe leave the hickeys for after the mission, yeah?"
"Shut up, Wilson," Bucky grumbles. Then he mutters under his breath, as Sam walks away to retrieve the files – "No promises."
You shoot him a look that lets him know you heard him, and he meets your gaze coolly. He wanted you to hear.
You feel a bit lighter – it's the effect he has on you.
Even though chaos has set back in your reality, and even though you're not quite sure where things stand between you and Bucky, there's one thing you know for sure – you're going into this together.
Non-negotiable.
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Read part eight here ~
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Stevie boy's coming back! With Hunter!! I guess you can say he'll actually give Bucky something to be jealous about. 🤷🏻‍♀️
Judging by the results of this poll, yous are heavily pro-Bucky. Can't blame ya. But is he endgame?
What do you think will happen when they're all back together in the next part? 🙃
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dreamingunderacloudysky · 29 days ago
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I loved your alphabet for Anya ^^
Could you possibly do the same prompt for Daisuke :3
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I love Anya so much, and writing for her gives me so much joy
SFW ALPHABET | Daisuke
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Daisuke? Affection lord. Aggressive cuddles? That's his middle name (probably). He has the energy of those wholesome starwars nerd boys on the internet. Sees lightsaber dueling as a form of affection.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
The hype man! No, he's not a baby in my eyes, but he's got a young and very passionate heart, so he will do his best to keep a positive mentality for his friends and his sanity. YAP WITH HIM, and listen well! Like with Anya, what they both say gets glossed over by the rest of the crew.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Yes, as mentioned before, Daisuke is the affection lord. He is not a Spooner, BUT he will lay on top of you like the world's most comedic weighted blanket. He's also fine lying on his back. World's most entertaining pillow talker! Random facts as he's tracing smiley faces into your skin with his fingertips.
This is Daisuke and no one can change my mind
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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
City boy City boy City boy. This man wants to live in the city on the coast with a convertible, thrifted Hawaiian shirts, piña Coladas, and arcades. His flat is decorated with LED lights, a stylized diffuser, and lego plant models that him and Anya build together on their hangouts since neither of them can keep real plants alive. Cooking? He's actually pretty damn good at it! He is on another level of mixology so mixed drinks that glow under black lights? Daisuke is your man. Killer French toast maker for sure.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Very timid about it, but will force himself to do it in person. Otherwise it's from an outburst of emotion like in an argument or discussion
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Fast to fall, slow to marry, but will have the geekiest way of proposing. Watch him pull out a ringpop.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can be gentle. When Daisuke is aggressive it's not actually aggression he just has a hard time containing excitement and bounces off the walls. Both physically and emotionally.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Absolutely. Everyday. Like Anya he will find any excuse to give you one and pepper your face with kisses.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Every 5 minutes good fucking lord Daisuke pump the brakes. You butter toast for him and he swears fealty this man is actually so golden.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
A little jealous, but just gets a little pouty or is just entirely oblivious like that. He 100% has full trust in you please dont break this piña coloda in the rain man's heart.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Daisuke loves butterfly and eskimo kisses because he's actually such a dope. Loves making you laugh it's become his sole purpose in life.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Probably the best out of the whole crew if I'm being honest. Anya is the most responsible, but Daisuke only needs 3 minutes to use his 17 charisma stat to charm kids into thinking he's the best.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Doomscrolling I hope you don't mind, he gets up before you and sings to his spotify playlists in the shower. Not before leaving a kiss to the top of your head. If you're still asleep by the time he finishes showering, he'll cook up some breakfast.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Co-op games, music sharing, epic fail youtube videos, a big comforter blanket, and you guys definately have a cat named crusher. Don't ask.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Daisuke is a very open guy, the only things he would be slow to reveal is his guilt with his parents. He hates being a downer but those blues need to come out somehow.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Slow to anger, very slow similar to Anya except she can snap in the case if her losing a board game and flipping the game over and tripping over the coffee table on her way out.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers pretty well! Key details too, anniversaries with him are the bomb they're awesome because he never fails to bring up something you told him years ago.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
You walking in on a drunk Daisuke ranting to a highly amused Swansea about how he was going to murder the sun because there can only be one sunshine.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Pretty protective if something seems off but this man can be so aloof, please also protect him
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
HE GOES OVER THE TOP. You walk into the your shared studio and he's sitting there with his Anakin Costume with a dinner from the star wars cookbook all set up. Or lego set building!
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Will try his best to hide his negative thoughts, very hard to get him to open up about his own issues.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Very concerned. Have you seen his hair? Bro actually should be a model for Hollister. Has 34 Hawaiian shirts in his wardrobe (he plans to get more)
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes, in the most golden retriever way possible.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
When he messes up something small he just goes "Im just a girl in the world"
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Pessimistic people are a big no no. Also people who never want to go outside.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Lighter snorerer and has the habit of starfishing on the bed.
A/N: HAD TO REWRITE THIS 3 TILES BC TUMBLR DIDNT WANT TO SAVE IT HOPE YOU ENJOYED ☁️☁️☁️☁️
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coff33andb00ks · 7 months ago
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Part One | Part Two
charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}
Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language Notes: my first foray into smau and holy shit these are a lot of fun (and work omg). special thanks to @driverlando for the encouragement and listening to me whine
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liked by charles_leclrec, landonorris, pierregasly and 3,689,476 others ynyln: Merci beaucoup, Paris! Je t'aime et à bientôt!! ❤️💋 user1: formula one what are you doing here     user2: she's always been a fan? user3: hope you're ok!! <3 user4: mother showing us all why she's mother pierregasly: magnifique spectacle, rendez-vous à Monaco! user5: did anyone see the fan vides of the f1 boys there?      user6: she's gonna be at Monaco?!?!      user7: were they in vip?      user5: yeah but from what I've seen they didn't go backstage or anything user7: announce split from shitbag bf then perform best show of her tour? queen shit
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liked by mclaren, charles_leclrec, scuderriaferrari and 2,912,672 others ynyln: For the first time I will be attending a Grand Prix! Vroom vrooms make my heart go brr. Eternally grateful to scuderiaferrari for the invitation. (They don't have to know my favorite driver is on mclaren) 📷: poster of the gp I was supposed to go to 2 years ago scuderriaferrari: 🤨 scuderriaferrari: we're sure you'll be a converted tifosi by Sunday mclaren: yn is our fan 🙏🏻 Oscar and Lando on cloud 9 now f1: Looking forward to (finally) welcoming you! user4: alright y'all is she a Lando or Oscar girlie      ynyln: can't I love them both 🥺 user8: great now I gotta watch all the grand prix stuff this week for a glimpse of mother user7: why didn't you go 2 years ago?     user8: J*stin that's why ynbff: I know this is so beyond huge for you! You're going to have such a great time!! (liked by ynyln) user4: idk but it's weird she's all happy and stuff right after the end of her relationship with IDK      user1: not really? If you look back for the past year they were rarely seen together. He didn't even go to her launch party in London      user5: yeah anyone could see they were over long before they announced it. she probably mourned it already
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ynyln: Dinner in Monte Carlo. Do I go all in on black or red?
scuderriaferrari: red, obviously landonorris: black charles_leclerc: Red maxverstappen1: Black ynyln: all these blue check marks where are my lil lattes 😩 user2: yn stays forgetting she's the biggest blue check mark user1: not max joining in the mclaren vs ferrari fight for YN mclaren: Papaya 🥺 (but black)      scuderiaferrari: go comment on your own guest's posts      mclaren: you sent the invite after we mentioned doing it      landonorris: do better admin      mclaren: We'll get her next time      redbullracing: not if we get her first      landonorris: if not we're going on strike      oscarpiastri: we what      landonorris: for legal reasons that was a joke 🙄 oscarpiastri: I quite like the red user3: I love that YN asked opinions on her fit but it's just f1 drivers and admins fighting over her 🍿🍿 (liked by author)      ynyln: it's amazing right? no one's fought over me before user3: bffr sabrinacarpenter: love the black but the red slays 🫶🏻 redbullracing: we vote blue      mclaren: that's not an option?      redbullracing: we still vote blue      scuderiaferrari: don't you have an energy drink to go sell user4: came for the pics, stayed for the f1 chaos
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Y/n and Charles lingered over their wine, and when yn/bff made the signal that they should get going y/n waved her off. Usually she hated social settings, but Charles was so personable and warm that she felt like she was chatting with a longtime friend. "You can go, Pete can get me back to the hotel," she said, glancing to the table in the corner, where Pete and Charles's bodyguards sat. The dining room was private, and she had the feeling that Ferrari had paid to have the restaurant closed to anyone but their small party for the night.
"I will make sure she gets back safely," Charles promised.
Yn/bff relented, excusing herself and leaving. The next several moments YN bid goodnight to the others, smiling sweetly and shaking hands of the Ferrari personnel and members of the team, and finally Carlos, who shared a knowing look with Charles before he left.
"You don't have to stay with me," she said as the waiter came to refill their glasses.
"No, I am having a wonderful time." He smiled, asking the waiter to leave the bottle. "I have wanted to meet you for a long time."
That surprised her. "Really?" she asked, sipping her wine.
He nodded, standing and bringing his glass and the bottle around so he could sit next to her. "I've been a fan of yours since – ah, I'm bad at song titles. The song where it's – I heard that you're settled down. I can't sing, I'm sorry."
She smiled. "Someone Like You?"
"Yes, that one." Charles leaned one arm on the table. "A few of us came to Paris and we were supposed to come backstage after the show, but after what happened…"
"I saw pictures and videos of you and – Lando and Pierre right? I wish I could have met you then – I've been a fan forever, but…" She swallowed hard, glancing down briefly. "I cancelled my post show meetings," she murmured. "It didn't seem right."
"Were you…" He paused, then shook his head. "It is none of my business."
"Was I too upset?" she guessed, taking another sip as the surprised flashed in his eyes. "I suppose I was. You were at the show… Those emotional moments weren't rehearsed."
"I could tell."
"Do you want to know the crazy part?" She didn't know why she was sharing this with him. He was a stranger. Yet she felt so at ease with him. More at ease than she had in a long time, really. "I wasn't crying for him."
"Who were you crying for, chérie?" he asked softly.
"Myself. For the wasted time, the pain I put myself through." Y/n gave her head a little shake. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear about that."
"I want to hear about anything you wish to say."
"Are you always this charming?" she asked.
"I'm not charming. That makes it sound like I'm trying to make you like me. I am just… Me, y/n."
"You. Charles Leclerc, one of the top drivers in formula one."
"And you are just y/n, queen of music."
"I wasn't always."
"Neither was I."
"Touche," she sighed, lightly clinking her glass to his. "But you are charming."
"Perhaps I am just charmed. I am glad you went with the red." His eyes stayed on her as he finished his wine. Then he glanced to the corner, hesitating before facing her again. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?"
She hesitated. She didn't know him. The last thing she needed was some messy disaster of a fling, or to dive into a new relationship. And yet… "Yes," she whispered.
tbc.
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puckinghischier · 4 months ago
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jack is such a cocky little shit he def gets so jealous if he sees you even just making casual conversation with one of his friends without him so he drags you home to remind you who you belong to
no cause he would totally be all grumpy and aggravated and you’re just oblivious until he makes a comment about it
“feels so good, J, just like that,” you cried out, the feeling of him moving in and out of you starting to become overwhelming.
you didn’t know what had gotten into him, but the second the two of you got home from being out at the bar with the team, jack wasted no time in trapping you between himself and your front door, ripping off both of your clothing in record time before taking you right here in the entry way, no time to make it to your bedroom.
“yeah? you like that?” he grunts out, holding one of your legs up so your thigh rests against the side of his torso.
“mhmm” is all you can manage to get out, quite literally getting fucked dumb right now.
the back of your head rests against the cool door, a nice contrast to the thin layer of sweat covering your entire body. your hands grip jack’s shoulders, no doubt leaving angry scratches that will be hard to hide in the locker room tomorrow.
as he reaches down to rub fast circles on your clit, your legs start to give out on you, knowing your orgasm is coming, and fast.
“c’mon, let it go. want you to say my name when you come, let all the neighbors know who’s making you feel this good,” he encourages before attaching his mouth to one of your exposed nipples, the heat of his mouth adding that extra bit of stimulation you needed for the band inside of your belly to snap.
you cry out a garbled string of his name over and over again as you come so hard you see stars, legs shaking so much you worry you’ll crumble to the floor, unable to do anything to stop it.
the feeling of your release around him spurs jack’s own orgasm, a loud “fuck!” ringing out in the space mixed with your own whimpers as he rides you through the aftershocks.
once the two of you come down from the overly intense orgasms you just had, jack brings your leg to rest on the ground again, not letting go of you until he confirms you’re steady.
“jack, that was…oh my god,” you say through uneven breaths, your brain still struggling to function.
he leans forward to leave a sweet kiss to your forehead, a stark contrast from events that just took place.
“just wanted to remind you who can make you feel like that, incase you ever forgot. reminding you of what mercer could never give you like i can,” he speaks low and thickly, a fire in his eyes you’re not used to seeing.
the mention of dawson causes your brain to be a little more alert, not understanding why he was brought into the conversation.
“what? what does dawson have to do with this?” you stand a little taller.
jack rolls his eyes, stepping back and bending over to pick up his discarded underwear, sliding the black boxer briefs up his legs.
“don’t act like you didn’t notice him flirting with you all night, y/n. every time i left you alone to go get drinks or use the bathroom i always found him right there beside of you, chatting away,” he spits out, handing you your own underwear.
you slide the dainty material up your legs as you think about jack’s words.
yeah, you were talking to dawson for most of the night, but you always talk to dawson. you’re closest to him than most of jack’s other teammates. he took you under his wing the first event that jack ever took you to, coming up to keep you company when fitzgerald would steal jack away to go and talk to sponsors.
jack knew you had a soft spot for the forward, your relationship being purely that of a brother/sister type.
“jack, dawson was’t flirting with me, are you crazy?” you ask incredulously. “dawson and i are friends, you know this. he’s like a brother to me. hell, he even tells random men that try to approach me that i am his sister,” you explain, dawson having saved you from more creepy men than you like to think about.
“c’mon, he was totally giving you the ‘sleep with me’ eyes,” jack told you, having convinced himself of a very different scene than what took place.
“jack, he ‘totally’ wasn’t. where is this coming from? i thought you liked that i was friends with your teammates? you even told me-“ you cut your self off, suddenly understanding what was happening.
the way he grabbed you by the hand and abruptly informed you that the two of you were leaving, mid conversation with dawson. the way he couldn’t keep his hands off of you in the uber home. not being able to wait until you had the door fully unlocked before he was ushering you inside, attaching his lips to yours before you even knew what was happening.
“oh my god…are you…jealous?” you try to keep the laugh out of your tone, but a small huff of laughter makes it way through.
“i’m not jealous,” jack points his finger at you, having always been terrible at hiding his emotions.
you can’t keep the amused, and slightly flattered, smile from appearing on your face. the furrow of his brows and the tick in his jaw contradicting his words.
“you so totally are!” you accuse him, finding the situation comical.
“y/n, i’m telling you i’m not jealous. i just…don’t trust mercer,” he crosses his arms and huffs like a little boy.
“oh jack, you’ve never been good at lying,” you reach out and uncross his arms. “i’m telling you, you have no reason to be jealous. you told me you liked that i was friends with him, that i got along so well with your teammates.”
jack looks anywhere but your face, a slight tinge of red on his cheeks, and not from the over exertion a few minutes ago.
“i do like that you’re friends with my teammates. just…not when you talk to them more than you talk to me,” he finally confesses, a pout taking over his features.
“oh, jacky,” you run your hands through his damp hair, sliding your palms down to rest against his cheeks, pulling his face up to look at your own, “are you feeling a little attention deprived?”
he stares into your eyes for a moment before slowly shaking his head yes.
fighting another amused smile, you run your thumbs back and forth against his stubbly cheeks.
“i’m sorry, j. do we need to make our way to the bedroom so i can show you who all of my attention really belongs to?” you suggest, loving the way his eyes immediately darken at the proposition.
he shakes his head again, quicker this time, causing your laugh to fill the space as he tugs your hands down from his face and motions for you to lead the way.
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shitty-tmagp-aus · 1 month ago
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AU where Jonathan Sims (the author) is alive and Celia confuses him for Jonathan Sims (the archivist). Celia and Sam go to interrogate him but the whole time Jonny is grinning like a psychopath and refusing to say anything other than “mmhm” while he dramatically sips a cup of tea. Celia ends up convincing herself that she mixed him up for a random guy named Jonathan Sims who knew nothing about the Magnus institute, not realizing that Jonny is their universes equivalent of god. To humor them Jonny sends them to interview Alexander J Newall. He does the exact same shit.
I almost wrote something like this once, I think this is amazing anon and doesn't deserve to be classified as shitty
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pedge-page · 10 months ago
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Sub!Himbo!Jealous!Joel! The people demand it!!!
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Sub!Himbo!Joel x F!Reader
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Notes: the people have spoken! This could takes place between Closer and Mine is Mine when reader is in mid pregnancy but not required to read those for this.
Warnings: sub!Joel, Himbo!Joel, Jealous!Joel, possessiveness, breeding kink, hand job, doggy style, pregnant reader, unprotected sex, pregnancy sex, Joel fucks rough but acts subby, Mommy kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, one slap on the face for Joel
18+ ONLY
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While you mind your business at the coffee shop, engaging with friends and neighbors upon your visually evident bump now, Joel is fuming in the booth in the back. You hadn’t noticed him when you walked in, and he was about to greet you until he saw Brian launch over smiling, gesturing surprised to your belly and then kissing you on the cheek.
That set off a nerve.
A few others joined in to create a little circle. Joel sits back, visibly fuming as everyone else touched your swell or held your waist, swarming over you for your attention.
Out here, he’s a big, scary, reserved kind of guy. Joel Miller. 
The two of you … haven’t exactly come out and made it official, despite reassuring each other you weren’t seeing anyone else. He always avoided you in public, like you weren’t truly connected in more ways than one now. And to keep it emotionally simple, you usually never attempted to engage with him either outside the bedroom to keep it less obvious. If he didn’t want to be linked to you, then fine. It was too difficult trying to understand him when he wasn't humping you like a desperate bunny.
You feel good conversing with other people. You had spent so long being entangled with Joel’s limbs on the bed, ignoring the outside world to instead indulge his inner needs to be dominated and dumbed by you.
 This was probably the first time you’d been around others now entering the heavily rounded phase of your pregnancy that could no longer be kept hidden.
You did not notice Joel was here too, steaming in a mix of rage, anxiety. He feels unsure when he sees you out like this. You’re not the same. He’s not the same either, and he fears he preach his masculine demeanor, knowing just one look from you would have him on his knees in this whole shop in a second.
He grinds down along his jaw, slitted eyes unable to tear away from the silhouette of your gorgeous body and the hands that don’t belong to him getting too friendly with his baby inside you. 
What were you telling them? That you had a boyfriend? A husband? Or some random fuck that turned into an accident?
It wasn’t a fucking accident. 
With one last flirtatious laugh towards Brian, Joel’s had enough.
He aggressively cuts between all of them and closes you off. 
“Joel—“ you begin, surprised by his presence.
Brian goes to put a firm palm of Joel’s chest, ready to step between this raging bull and his pregnant friend. “Hey man, be gentle—“
“FUCK—OFF,” he snarls at Brian. The rest of the group backs away. The shop goes quiet as all fearful eyes are on Joel, his chest puffed out to intimidate. 
“It’s okay,” you say softly. Your hands grasp gently around Joel’s bicep, and he takes a deep breath. Though his eyes are still murderous towards Brian, he feels that wave of relief overcome him when you, only you, make contact with him. “It’s okay, Brian. Joel’s just been helping around my house. Getting the nursery built for the baby. Right, Joel?” 
You stroke along his plaid shirt, begging the muscles under there to relax. He rolls his tongue along the inside of his lip before nodding.
He steps between you and Brian entirely, grasping your arm an yanking you out of the shop. You try to give a final reassurance to your friends that you were late to discussing wall paint with Joel, but your words were cut short as the door closed on you.
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You’re not even through the house entrance when he starts aggressively undressing you. The tearing screech of your top makes you flinch, “J-Joel,” you stammer, but it doesn’t stop him from ripping you down to your bra, your swollen belly not quite to full mast but so quickly evident. “Joel,” you say more firmly, but he just growls, avoiding your eyes as he makes quick work to rid you of your bottoms, until finally you ball his shirt in your fist and slap him hard across the face.
“What the hell is the matter with you?"
He goes soft, eyes blinded like a deer in headlights. The stinging pain in his cheek reverberates over his body, and if you were any of the people in that shop today, you’d be scared shitless of what aggressive Joel Miller might hold for just slapping him.
But you’re not one of them.
Then, to that of a scolded child, a wounded wolf pup that doesn’t know its own strength, he goes still, shoulders slumped and head tilted down in guilt.
 "I don't like it,” he says just barely above a whisper.
“Don’t Like WHAT?"
"When they—touch you.” He blurts out the last part like it’s a curse. “I thought. I thought I was yours. Why do you let them touch you?”
You sigh heavily. It looked really bad, the way he jumped in and started manhandling you. Even if you were used to it here, in the confines of your apartment where the two of you made extremely passionate love every day. Out there, to others, it was more complicated to explain. Had you known he was there, you wouldn’t have let others touch you—knowing it would go the wrong way in his caveman brain.
You didn’t care about anyone else but Joel. It’s just hard trying to make him understand that when he makes a 180 on you and keep up the lone tough world appearance with other people. So, of course, he misunderstood it all. That no one there was trying to take you from him.
Poor thing.
You cup his scratchy cheeks in your hands. “You are mine.” 
His eyes look downward still, and you can see each etch and fine line of his wrinkles, the grays turning to white in his beard, the tension so strong in his jaw that you need to rub your thumb over it to remind him its ok to relax for you.
His hands drift down to smooth over the sides of your belly between you. At the same time, one of your palms trace flat against his massive chest, down his flanneled top until you reached the bulge in his jeans. Your hand sneaks below the belt line.
You begin stroking his cock. “—And I’m yours.” 
He whimpers at your touch, your words. Like silk settling over his flaming ego and soothing the sting in his heart once again. The agitation deflates, and you can almost feel the physical shedding of his barren skin into the soft, sweet, dumb little boy you know best. 
"They were asking me who the lucky man who made me a Mommy.”
He hisses in your hair, his eyes closing at the sweet smell, the aroma of you filling his senses and taking over. “M-mmm-m me.”
"Mhm.” You nod, making his eyes meet yours. You continued stroking along his hard cock, fishing them out of his pants. His tip weeped into your belly button with each gentle tug against his length. “They were so jealous of you, baby. Not the other way around. You did this to me. You bred me full of your seed. You made my belly grow. My tits swell.”
Joel lets out a rasp, eyes closing and knees bent, like he’s unable to hold himself up now when surrendering to you. You pump his cock faster, refusing to let him shrink away from you. 
“M-Mommy!” He groans, hunching over, but you wrap your fingers in a tight o around the base of his cock, cutting off his flow and preventing him from cumming just yet.
“You need to owe up to it now.”
"I ... I like you…like this. Full. Full of my—Fuck. I want—nnffgggg—“
"Use your words.”
"I want to keep you like this,” he breathes out, eyes hypnotized by your pregnant tummy. “Forever and ever, just mine, just for me.”
You laugh and grant him mercy, slowly stroking his weeping length once again. "You wanna keep breeding me, hun? Wanna knock me up every chance you get, keep me pregnant forever with your babies? Give ya a whole class full of kids? A fucking soccer team? Thank what you want?"
His head rolls along your cheek, collapsing forward in pathetic ruts as you work his brain and his dick over and over. “Yesyeyes so pretty, so full of me, wanna keep you mine for everyone to see all the time. Don't want them touchin’. Just wanna touch you, only one to touch you, have you, breed you, please.”
“If you want to claim me for yourself,” you hum, teeth gliding along his jaw and pinching his bob in his throat, “Then you need to fuck me like it.”
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 So doggy it is. Not a position he likes to get in until you coax him. but tonight, he needs to feel like he has possession over you... and he's still learning to be gentle.
You need him to let go, to use that physical power and fuck you to his hearts content. You don’t want him holding back, so normally concerned for you a your pleasure. Tonights about him. 
A smile cracks through your parted lips as he forces a particularly deep thrust into you. While he's so fully capable, strong, leader oriented, when he's with you in the safety of the bedroom, all thoughts go out his brain. He can't think for himself, goes so fucking dumb when thinking about getting inside your pussy that you have no choice but to take control and guide him and his little dumb thoughts.
His hips slap against you hard and fast, his meaty hands clamped so tightly around your waist that there will be bruises there. Your baby is safe, for now, at this size, even if your lower back is killing you with each rough crash against your ass. But the coil tightening in your core feels too good to think about anything else.
“Fuck—FUck Joel, feels good, huh? Feel good fucking your pussy?” You pant, arms propping you up on the bed that rocks violently back and force.
“Mommy’s pussy Mommy’s pussy Mommy’s pussy—“ he chants. His gaze is plastered on the sight of his cock disappearing into your squishy heat, practically sucking him in with each stroke. 
“Yeah, good boy, my good fucking boy,” you voice cracks, eyes rolling back as your orgasm plows through you. "Love seeing your baby grow in me? getting all—mm—big—my body's changing because of you, Miller. You did this to me."
You feel his pace stutter, desperate whimpers escaping his throat. His cock can barely handle your walls convulsing around him.
“Love Mommy's body, love everyone seein' what I done to ya, knocked Mommy up," he rasps, swallowing hard as your warmth clenches around him. "Warm,wet,tight,mine,mommys pussy mine, all mine, warmwarmwarm fuck—Put my cum in mommy’s pussy’s n now she’s mine!”
He pulls you up, one arm strapped over your chest and the other with his palm splayed possessively over your swell. You both make eye contact in the mirror, watching him hump you with such speed you’re seeing spots in the reflection. You don’t dare look away, nodding to him despite your oversensitivity, and whispering yesyesyes to make sure he keeps going.
You feel his jaw clenching so hard against your cheek, straining his neck nearly blacking out. His sweaty chest pressed flush against your back, pinning you too him.
The hand on your belly glides gently down so that his thumb can rub along your clit. You flinch for a moment, but his strength and the speed he’s slapping his balls against your ass leave you with no option but to take the second orgasm that screams through your body.
“Fuuucckkkkk Joel!” You cry, closing your eyes and grinning. You pull his hand back onto your belly. “Fucked me so good, Daddy. Everyone’s gonna see the baby you put in me, gonna know you’re gonna be the daddy that bred me.”
“Bred—my—Mommy,” he grunts with each forced breath, and with one final slam, he croaks out a drawn out moan, hips spasming as he drains his seed into you.
“That’s it, that’s it baby. There you go. All for you, my good boy. Mommy loves taking your cum. That’s all you gotta do, baby. Empty your balls into Mommy’s belly. Just like that. Doin so good. My good Joel.”
He buries his face into your neck. He’ll never want to draw away from your sweet scent, like nectar to a gluttonous bear. As his balls twitch with the final spurt of his cum into you, he sighs heavily. “Mommy’s good Joel,” he repeats. The two of you look in the mirror, still propped up on your knees, cupping over your little swell together and marveling at the hard work that’s now finally evident to the world.
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Baby said
Pairing: James Kelly x [gn, afab] Reader Summary: James won't shut up. He can talk between your legs, if he wants to. Tags: pussy eating / use of pussy + cunt / hes annoying (a tease / ☆transmasc friendly
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She puts her hand on my lips, begging "Please, end this conversation" "Shut your mouth, give me your head" "Let me taste your silhouette" "You can talk between my legs" Baby Said - Måneskin
          James talked too much, for a fact. It wasn’t all that bad, no, because you actually enjoyed how he’d care enough to ask you about your day and have interesting conversations about the topics you liked, but right now wasn’t the moment. He started talking about something random, which was barely relevant by now, and the rent evolved into something completely different, words muffled by the music, chatter, and glass clinking of the bar.
Sip by sip, the beer inside the bottle in his hand only reached below half of the bottle, and an already empty bottle sat on the counter to be removed by a bartender. James sat on the neighbor stool with an arm folded over the counter, feet on the footrest, sometimes letting the bottle rest on his thigh. His gaze rarely found yours, and even if it did, he’d look away too soon. Was he unaware of the boredom stamped on your face, or was it intentional?
The veins on the back of his hand became a little more prominent when he squeezed your thigh, and you hoped his hand would move up a little, squeeze your thigh, do something else. After such a harsh day, you deserved something from your boyfriend. A little pampering, at least.
“...and they still want a good job done, d’you get it?” James glanced at you again, and you only nodded absentmindedly. He’d told that story so many times already, repeating it whenever he was revolted with something at work, ignoring your advice to leave the others’ work alone since that didn’t concern him.
James’ lips closed around the bottle, his Adam’s apple bobbing while the drink trailed down his throat, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, squirming a little in an attempt to quench the tingling between your legs. He let the bottle down again, his hand wrapped around the neck, a finger tracing the rim slowly. If only…
You rubbed your brow and closed your eyes in an attempt to alleviate that annoyance that twisted in your chest at least a little, focusing briefly on the counter’s edge pressing to your back, its cold surface under your arm, the music, whatever. The talk wavered when you grabbed the bottle from his hand to take a swig, but the taste wasn’t all that good, leaving behind a taste that reminded you of corn or something similar.
“Baby?” James raised his eyebrows at how you scrunched your nose and put the bottle away, leaning into his side in the process.
“What’s gotten in you today?” You glanced at him. “C’mon, end this conversation, please. This is killing me,” you said close to his ear, watching him sigh as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, furrowing his eyebrows.
James smelled like a mix of engine oil, grease, and smoke, which clung to him even after a shower and putting on some clean clothes and a spray of his cheap cologne to hang out with you in a nice bar downtown after receiving some extra cash. He sighed, pressing his nose to the side of your face in a way his breath fanned over the side of your neck—you shivered.
“Sorry, baby.” He smacked his lips as his eyes scanned the place, then finally met yours. “Thought you were enjoying this—”
Your thumb pressed across James' lips as you cupped his face to bring him close enough to whisper into his ear. “Shut your mouth, give me some head.”
His grip tightened on your shoulder at the same moment his breath hitched, and it took James a long moment to finally nod, sighing as he pressed his face to the side of your neck. “Ugh, baby, I thought you wanted to have a nice time here, you and I, that you’d tell me ‘bout—”
“James.”
“Mm?”
“Talk between my legs, if you really want to.”
Whatever James wanted to say was replaced by a firm nod as he raised his eyebrows a little, throwing his free hand in the air in surrender. “Yes, baby, okay.” He finished the beer in a swig before he stood up and grabbed your hand to guide you through the crowd.
James stopped by the entrance of the restrooms, peeking into one of them before he tried to act casual when a guy left the male restroom, which would have been funny if it weren’t for the urgency. He walked into the restroom first, analyzing the stalls before he pulled you in and locked the door swiftly as fast as his lips pressed to yours in a firm kiss once he’d pinned you to the wall. A soft groan escaped his throat, his hands gripping your hips with the same eagerness you clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck.
If it were anywhere else—like the bar down his street—, you would’ve chosen to go home rather than into the restrooms, but this one had a faint scent of soap and Air Wick along with something else—the high price for the entrance needed to be worth every square inch of that place.
Despite the lingering taste of beer on his lips, James’ kisses were perfect, his lips pressing to yours with a rush of desire that transpired through every little action. His hands ran up and down your sides, settling down and squeezing your ass at the same time his tongue pushed past your lips and pressed to yours demandingly. The way his strong hands kneaded on your ass made the arousal burn hotter in your lower stomach, and you followed the guidance of his grip, grinding your hips against the bulge tenting the front of his pants and earning yourself a groan from him.
A tingling sensation replaced the light ache from James’ teeth tugging on your lips after he pulled away and kissed down your neck instead, stubble scratching your skin, irrelevant when compared to the soft moans he snatched from you. James knew your sweet spots by heart, so that wasn’t a hard job anyway. His lips pressed to the heated skin to cover it in kisses and nipping until your breath turned into little gasps.
“Never leavin’ me alone, are you?” James’ breath tickled your neck.
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” A smile tugged on your lips.
James grunted in response, unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants while kissing along your jaw, giving it a last nip before he lowered himself to his knees. Taking your pants would’ve been an easier task if it weren’t for the rush making every little task ten times harder—you gripped onto James’ shoulder for support to try to kick the pants and underwear off one of your legs, struggling to do it despite his help.
“Shit,” James muttered before he hooked your leg over his shoulder. “There we go,” he muttered against your thigh. His eyes met yours with desire burning behind the blue irises, which were nothing but thin rings around blown pupils by now, holding your attention while his teeth teased your skin. “Vicious,” he whispered between soft kisses as his hands held firmly onto your thighs, fingers sinking into them possessively.
“I already told you to shut up.” You clicked your tongue, running your fingers through his hair. He rolled his eyes lightly before rubbing his cheek against your thigh, and you didn’t know how to feel about the sensation. A strained sound escaped your lips, followed by one of his own when your fingers tugged on his hair, moans and groans lost in the empty restroom under the muffled song penetrating the walls.
The nipping on your inner thigh made you clench around nothing in anticipation, at the same time it had you pondering between telling James to do it already and enjoying the teasing.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that?” James’s breath fanned over your cunt before he pressed his lips to it, mouthing at the slit experimentally, still enough to send a shiver down your spine when his lips grazed your clit. His hands held you more firmly to keep you in place while his lips pressed to you properly, his tongue running against your pussy in fat licks to drink in the wetness that’d accumulated already from all the craving and teasing. It made you shudder and press your heel to his back, unconsciously trying to bring him closer, to have his tongue on your clit because he meant it, not just occasional grazes.
James groaned, mouthing at your pussy—practically making out with it—, sucking softly with each motion and letting his lips linger against you, in a way you quickly needed to lean back against the wall more for support. His tongue finally circled your clit, warm and wet, deliciously seeking a louder moan from you so that he could wrap his lips around it and suck, each movement balanced between his plans and the desire that seeped into the moment. Your knees went weak in a way that you would’ve been on the ground already if it weren’t for his strong hands holding you up and the wall behind you.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
Another rush was sent down your core when James looked up at you again, eyes half-lidded, face buried between your thighs. Hell, you were gonna fucking die.
The jolt of pleasure fizzled away into something less intense, leaving behind a dull ache and snatching a whimper from your lips, ignored and followed by pleasure sparkling through your body again, mingled with pain, when James nipped on your folds.
“James,” you hissed, tugging on his hair. He let out a delicious groan as his head tilted back, and you took the opportunity to thrust your hips forward, grinding your pussy against his face—if anything, he loved it.
His fingers sank into the fat of your thighs, and James mouthed at your pussy again, eating it as if it were a meal, until an intense sparkle of something greater peaked in the distance, but he fucking slowed down, ignoring your frustration. James’ tongue rubbed slow, controlled circles around your clit until the feeling dissipated—or at least vanished into something weaker—, and he tried to keep on top of it, alternating between short, sharp flicks and long, slow licks. It made your thighs quiver, the thoughts escaping your grasp, and he kept his eyes on your face to keep an idea of what you felt, to watch the pleasure he made you feel.
James’ tongue circled your entrance, making your cunt clench around nothing again, but only until his tongue finally pushed inside, lapping inside you and tracing your entrance in such a way.
James moaned against your pussy, eyes fluttering closed, and he fucking nipped on your clit, eating you out more vigorously as the pain blended with pleasure and made you weak. “Cum f’me? You close, baby? Lemme taste you.”
The words got lost in a moan before you could say them, tightening your grip on James’ hair while your hips bucked against his mouth. “Ahh, yes,” you breathed with a whimper, unable to keep the sounds from escaping your lips as James kept devouring your pussy so deliciously, making your mind quickly grow hazy with a pleasure that filled your senses, heady and intoxicating. His name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan as you finally came, holding his head buried between your thighs in an attempt to make the pleasure drag out with how he kept mouthing at your pussy. 
Finally, that tension inside you turned into relief. James’ licks turned borderline overstimulating as he drank all he could from your release, mouthing at your pussy, letting go of it with a final tug on your labia with his lips. “Well, there it is, baby,” he whispered, “and I want more.”
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