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[you--nes]

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[jobean12-blog]

Rescue Ride

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,043

Summary: When you get stranded with your broken down car someone unexpected comes to your rescue.

Author's Note: Just because! Honestly, I'd go anywhere with him haha Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 😘

Warnings: It's fluffy and cute and sweet (other than the annoying car trouble haha)

The air grows cooler as night starts to fall. There’s an eerie silence that envelopes the quiet road. Your car, having made strange noises for the past few miles, begins to smoke, and finally gives up and sputters to a stop.

You steer it to the side of the road, your heart racing as the sky continues to deepen into a dark canvas. You scan the area, seeing nothing but the far-off mile markers and the long shadows they cast against the encroaching darkness.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle engine pierces the stillness, growing louder with each passing second. Your stomach flips and your palms start to sweat.

You’re all alone out here and the chances of another car passing by any time soon are slim. You search your vehicle for something to defend yourself with…just in case.

Just over the horizon you can see the bike speeding closer. The rider flies by and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Now what? That may have been the only help you were going to get. If it was help at all.

You grab your phone and scroll through your contacts. Since moving here, you had only made a couple of friends and you really didn’t want to ask either of them to come out and rescue you in goodness knows where.

As you continue to contemplate your fate you miss the low rumble of the engine and when you look up to see the motorcycle slowing to a stop a few feet in front of your car you nearly jump out of the seat.

He’s tall, one long leg lifting easily over the seat until both booted feet are planted firmly on the ground.

Your eyes continue to travel upward.

His tight jeans accentuate the shape of his muscular calves and the thickness of his thighs. A worn leather jacket fits snugly across his broad shoulders and his large hands are free of gloves.

As he moves toward you it’s hard to make out more than this large frame, the setting sun highlighting only his silhouette. However, when he reaches your car window and leans down with a smile, you’re struck speechless.

Long and dark strands of hair frame his face and his sparkling blue eyes crinkle at the corners. His sharp jaw is covered with dark stubble with patches of gray peppered throughout and surrounding a pair of very kissable lips.

“You ok doll?” he asks.

When you don’t answer he leans back to give you more space. “I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

You shake your head and open your mouth, still staring.

He smiles again.

“It’s ok. I’m ok,” you breathe out.

“Is your car, ok?” he asks.

“My car?”

He gently taps your car above the window.

“OH! Um, well no. I think it’s dead.”

Finally pulling his gaze from you he looks at the small puffs of smoke coming from the hood.

“Want me to take a look?”

“Really?” you ask. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he says as he walks around to the front.

You open your door and get out, standing to the side to watch.

He opens the hood and peers inside, blowing smoke away from his face.

After only a few moments of assessment he says, “looks like you’ve got an antifreeze leak coming from one of your hose clamps.”

“Is that what it is?” you muse, trying to sound like you know what’s going on.

“I can fix it enough for you to get to the nearest station.”

You wave your hand dismissively. “I can’t have you do that! I’ll just call someone.”

He starts walking to his bike.

“And then you’ll have to pay towing fees. Not necessary doll. Lemme help you out.”

He opens the saddle bag and removes the toolbox. As he does so you notice a small lump in his jacket and when it starts to move you let out a squeak of surprise.

“Oh right,” he chuckles.

He slowly and carefully unzips the leather and reveals a small white ball of fluff.

“This is Alpine,” he explains as the cat uncurls itself against his chest.

Your eyes widen. “Oh my gosh! He’s SO CUTE!”

“Here,” he says. “You can hold him while I check out your car.”

He picks the cat up with one hand and holds him out for you to take. You gently grab him and cuddle him to your chest, cooing softly and scratching his head.

“He’s such a sweetie!”

“I found him about a month ago. Abandoned at a truck stop.”

The shock and disgust are evident in your expression and Bucky agrees with, “I know. Unbelievable right? Thankfully, he loves rides on the bike!”

He gives Alpine a soft pat and then gestures toward your car with his chin.

“Come on,” he says, “let’s take a look.”

You follow, standing closer to get a better look at him and you can see he’s even more gorgeous than you thought.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

After you introduce yourself, you watch him bend over the hood and grab a bandana from his back pocket.

He uses a wrench to loosen a steaming clamp and then grabs the hose with the bandana.

“It can get pretty hot,” he explains.

When he pulls the hose free you can see the leak and watch with relief as he easily contains it with a quick fix.

“This will hold long enough for you to get it somewhere and get it fixed.”

“I can’t thank you enough Bucky.”

He drops the wrench back in his toolbox and stuffs the bandana back into his pocket, all the while studying your face with soft eyes.

“Tell ya what doll face,” he starts. “I’ll follow you to the nearest repair shop to make sure you get there safely and then while you wait for your car to get fixed I'll take you out for a bite to eat.”

“On your bike?”

“Yeah,” he answers with a smirk. “Ever ridden before?”

You shake your head no.

His lopsided grin grows, and he leans in a little closer.

“Lookin’ forward to being your first, doll.”

@randomfandompenguin @lizette50 @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @kmc1989 @hiddles-rose

[lorre-verie]

random Megumi Fushiguro headcanons

꩜ includes: dating headcanons with gn!reader, general headcanons ft. mentions of yuji, nobara, gojo, maki, panda & indirect mention to toji. w/c: 900-1k

written by both lorre and jude, proofread by jude. (❦) is a comment from lorre, (✧) is a comment from jude 

‧₊˚✩ » he’s clingy. but not clingy clingy, he’s clingy in the way that he always lingers around you, always wants to see your face or just be close to you.

he doesn’t even have to touch you. your presence is more than enough for him.

(❦: awww, basking in his sunlight! his sunlight being his s/o, i mean) (✧: i wouldn’t go that far.) (❦: shhhhh, let them be delusional) (✧: 🤐)

» you know he cares when he asks you if you’ve eaten lunch today, what you ate and if you liked it.

or when he passes you a water bottle without even looking at you during training cause he knows you're thirsty.

or giving you a snack he knows you like from the vending machine without even so much as a word, walking away immediately after. (❦: that’s so cute)

» has a little notebook in his drawer which he fills in little things he’s learned about people he cares about, like their likes and dislikes, or something he's observed.

there’s pages for you, nobara, yuji, maki and...i realise now there are very slim pickings.

there’s even half a page for gojo hidden near the very back.

don’t ask why it’s only half.

» probably wants to do cheesy shit like interlocking your pinkies together while walking, or sharing a milkshake with those curly red straws but feels like throwing up whenever he thinks about mentioning it to you. (✧: you’ll have to be the instigator for this one)

» i’m not even sure what to say about his hair. does he brush it? there’s no way he uses gel to get those spikes right?

they’re so unnatural that there's no chance he does that on purpose. what's up with that nest on his head? does he even know whats going on with his hair??? oh well, doesn't matter. he likes it when he gets to lay down on your lap after a tiring day and you run your fingers through his hair and on his scalp absentmindedly.

he closes his eyes and he feels like he’s achieved true bliss and happiness. 

» if you take your hand away suddenly, he won’t protest.

but his eyes will open ever so slightly, and he’ll just

stare.

why’d you stop??? don’t stop!!!

if after a while you haven’t returned your hand to its rightful place, his bottom lip will just barely jut out.

what? he’s not pouting. don’t be childish.

you hang around itadori too much.

you should spend more time with him instead. 

» he’s protective towards his s/o.

he’ll ask where you’re going and who you’re hanging out with, but he’ll let you go wherever.

but if you’re going somewhere dangerous he’ll come with you.

if you don’t want him to come, take a shikigami with you.

if you don’t want the shikigami to come, well. just be careful.

did you bring everything you needed? an umbrella in case it rains? water? charged your phone?

remember to text him if you need anything.

do you need some cash? take this.

what about pepper spray? or better yet, a hammer?

you have to laugh and stop him from following you straight up to your destination. 

» yeah. he knows he can’t stop you from doing anything you want to, but he just gets antsy. he just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you, especially if you’re going on a tough mission. 

» sensitive to strong smells. i just know it.

I can imagine him turning his head away in silent disgust everytime he smells something thats too strong, good or bad.

even if its the just air freshener in a taxi, food thats been out a bit too long or, get this, "the smell of fresh leather".

he just seems like the kind of guy. (❦: pack it up, sensitive sniffer)

» notices everything, even if he doesn’t mention it.

oh, you’re hungry? he’s already reaching into his backpack and giving you a snack.

hm, you looked at that plushie a little longer than the other ones. oh?? whats it doing on your bed a few days later??

» insanelyyyyy touch starved but will NEVER admit to it (✧: unless you two are dating, but even then)

» thinks the big spoon and small spoon shit is stupid.

why can’t he hug you and you hug him back facing each other??? why do people do that???? do you just hate being happy and seeing your loved one facing you????

» hates cucumbers. need megumi to leave an area? throw a cucumber at him. he says 'they have a smell' and that 'it's horrid'.

» will add like a buttload of ginger in his food and insist that its not spicy and you should try it if you dont believe him. (❦: dont do it just dont)

» emotionally constipated in terms of communication. he’s good at sorting through his own emotions himself, he just has trouble communicating that, but he tries his best. 

» not a headcanon but i hope we can all agree that he is THE nepo baby

» looks up to maki a whole bunch

» swore to never smoke ever

» isn’t judgemental, but thats just because he doesn’t gaf

» the reason he doesn’t feel comfortable using playful cloud is because he gets this feeling he can only describe as weird whenever he holds it, making his hairs stand on end.

its almost as if he has this connection to it, but it freaks him out.  gojo noticed, but kept silent. 

» pretends his music taste isn’t mainstream but it totally is. but not summery pop mainstream, more like alternative ‘what do YOU know about donald glover/kendrick lamar/tyler the creator’ mainstream

» really liked pandas as a kid but after being enrolled in tokyo jujutsu high he felt somewhat....conflicted.

» changed his favourite animal to wolves soon after.

» he totally has a type! he just didn’t want to tell todo.

OR alternatively, after the fight with todo he thought about it a bit more, and realised he does have a type, but will take that to his grave

(or so he thinks to himself before yuji eventually milks it out of him)

» really patient when a situation needs him to be. he’s very strong mentally because he's needed to be since he was a kid.

» prefers non-fiction books over fiction books. tried to read fiction books but they just didn’t interest him all that much. but, if his s/o liked fiction books…then perhaps he'd consider some.

» had like 6 people confess to him in one year in his previous school but he was weirded out and rejected them over text

» he's a visual learner but its mainly because if someone's telling him something he has a tendency to just space out and not listen or be able to process half of what they said. but sometimes he just does it on purpose LMAO

» He HAS to sleep at least 8 hours. He will not have it if he has to sleep less. Gets extremely irked, but will not say a thing if there's a good enough reason that he has to stay up/wake up early.

» has to fight back a smug smirk whenever nobara mentions his naturally long eyelashes

(❦: its not fair! advocate for equity in genetics!!!!)

(✧: it's definitely not a smile nor smirk, but saying ‘smug corner-of-his-lips-twitches-up-for-0.1-seconds’ doesn't really roll off the tongue)

feels so good to be writing again, you could not believe. these are so incredibly random LMAO but thanks for reading till the end <3 much love, lorre.

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[octuscle]

My asshole of a cousin won’t stop being a homophobic little shit! He keeps talking about how gays are all about sex! I think it’s time to make him eat his words as a gay fuckboy!

What a shame your cousin is such a homophobic asshole. I mean, he really is hot as hell. I think he could be the star of any pole in a gay club. But not with that attitude… Let's change that then…

The picture of a guy sitting at the bar and actually wants to grunt "Buddy, bring me another beer". But instead he whispers "Honey, can you bring me a pink martini please?" All eyes at the bar are on him. He is shocked himself. He tries to clear his throat. He tries to sound manly again. But all he gets is "If it's no trouble, sweetheart!"

The barman says that he doesn't serve perverted faggots here. Your cousin smiles at him and says that's too bad, he can serve him any way he wants. He gets up, throws the waiter an air kiss and leaves. His phone plays a Taylor Swift song. He pulls an iPhone in a pink glitter case out of his trouser pocket. "Honey, yes, I'm on my way. Really, you'll never guess what just happened to me. I'm telling you, a demigod! But so straight. Not a chance." His gait becomes more and more prancing. It could also be because his rough biker boots are turning into silver pumps. He passes a shop window with a mirror. "Mon Dieu, what do I look like?" he says and pulls a lipstick out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket. As he touches up his lips, his beard begins to recede into flawless skin.

When he arrives at his new hangout, he looks like a scarecrow. Hair already platinum blonde, but still in a self-cut mullet. His super slim body doesn't even begin to fill out his clothes. Nothing is left of his magnificent muscles. But his fine fingers are perfectly manicured. "Honey, could you bring me a pink martini, please?" he whispers to the bartender. "Not until I get a smack," he replies. It turns into a deep French kiss. Not the last one the boy who used to be your cousin will give out today.

It's still quite empty in the bar. But the door opens and the party people start to pour in. The boy who used to be your cousin assesses every single new guest and gives notes in his head. Eight and better comes into question for a discreet meeting in the toilet. The one or two lucky ones who get a ten even get to take him home. But let's not kid ourselves. The only ten tonight is himself.

[ratgrinders]

Which of the ratgrinders never has their phone charged and which is always at 100

GHJKFSDFSF this kind of turned into phone headcanons along the way

Kipperlilly - AGHAST that anyone would leave their phone below 15% and then just forget to charge it. She comes prepared with a portable charger in her bag at all times and considers 70% to be low. Has a nice, slim wallet case with a screen protector, and the phone itself is nice and well-maintained Android but far from top-of-the-line.

Ruben - Is the one who forgets to charge it. Luckily though he immediately got the FANCIEST phone he could after he got rich, and it thus has a relatively good battery life and only gets down to about 30%. While the phone case itself is damaged, the actual phone is mostly fine with only some minor scratches on the side. The case has a sticker with 'I made you a cookie, but I eated it'.

Ivy - Loses her phone constantly, and is always forgetting to charge it so it keeps hovering at around >5% and dying on her. Has a brand name designer phone case and the latest iPhone, but the phone screen itself is shattered.

Oisin - His nepo baby ass probably got some fancy experimental Google phone (or equivalent). Keeps it charged up most of the time but generally doesn't pay much attention to it, just casually keeps it in a simple black leather phone case.

Mary Ann - Has a cutesy Hello Kitty phone case, specifically one of those otterbox type cases that's meant to withstand a lot of shock. Her battery indicator actually broke a while ago and doesn't show correctly, so noone can ever tell how much battery is left.

Buddy - Generally keeps it charged. Used a flip phone until VERY recently (Ruben gifted him a phone at the beginning of Junior Year), and is still making the adjustment. Hasn't even gotten a phone case yet.

Lucy - Is pretty anxious about keeping her phone charged actually, since she always wants to be able to reach people/people can reach her. Her phone case is a clear, light blue. It broke the day she died in the Far Haven Woods.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

📖 🔫 🩹 ? Love ur writing btw :)

Use Your Sharp Claws to Hold Me Gently - Murdoc/Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, pet names, lonely!reader (he fixes that don't worry).

Wordcount: 2354

Summary: You were alone, he knew it the moment he entered your apartment and saw only you in every inch, but you were also interesting, and that was something he couldn't let go of.

Notes: Thank you so much QwQ I was SO tempted to make the reader take care of Murdoc as I was song hunting to set the mood, so if I get this combo again know that I won't be able to resist hehe I ended up going with this song, full disclosure, and it fueled me so much that I blacked out and when I came to this was written so I hope you enjoy, cause I really like this one a lot 💗💗💗

He was in town again, his only warning the single text from his unlisted number, the other end going dead as soon as the message was received, no number to save to your phone and reply back to. You’d been doing this for a long while now, your arrangement to keep him close carefully discussed behind closed doors the night before he had to hop on a plane and become scarce again. You understood completely why that was, it didn’t scare you like he’d expected, but then again, he’d expected a lot of things to scare you, things that would scare anyone else for very rational reasons.

Not you though, not once you’d stared down the barrel into those brown eyes and fallen hard.

You were never supposed to be on his list, your presence a prime example of Wrong Place Wrong Time as you’d stumbled upon his hit just moments before he’d pulled the trigger. His target had pleaded with you for help when he’d seen you, money offered in sums you couldn’t dare to imagine owning, tossed around like it was nothing as he put a price on his own life. You never accepted, knowing that if you did then you’d be putting that same price on your own as well, wanting to risk your slim chance of survival as you just stood there, blocking off the alley so no one else would find themselves in the same situation.

He’d shot the man in that same instant, the gun pointed at you next without a hint of mercy.

You’d just stared him down, knew it was inevitable the moment you interrupted his carefully planned work, everything about him gave off the essence of preparations and structure and purpose, you were a fly in the wheel of all that to him, nothing more.

‘Just get it over with,’ you told him as you shut your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you were trembling and it wasn’t from the downpour currently soaking you to your now very tired bones.

He never did, wet footsteps approaching until you felt cold steel against your forehead. ‘Why aren’t you afraid?’ he asked you, eyes seeing right through you, down to your soul as he tried to find the answer. You opened your eyes then, his voice so much softer than the gun held in his leather gloved hand, rain dripping from his ginger-dyed bangs, the colour almost fully grown out from what had to have been a past disguise, and running down his face in streams. He was beautiful, you thought even as the thunder roared high above, the sounds of the city telling you that you still had a chance to run, salvation was only steps away, but you didn’t move, you couldn’t.

‘I am,’ you confessed, but it almost felt like a lie.

‘You should be,’ he replied lowly, and it held the same weight as your confession.

You took the back ways to your apartment, unable to miss how he dedicated every way to get inside without being noticed to memory, a silent promise that if you survived and told someone what you saw then he’d know exactly how to find you. You told him which window was yours, the fire escape leading right up to it, that fact the only reason you’d bought it in the first place; those metal stairs meant freedom for you in case of emergency, something you’d never had before as you moved to the big city and lived through too many unfortunate events to count.

He was taking that away from you as he jumped up, hoisted himself onto the stairs with such ease that you knew you’d never be able to outrun him even if you started now, no amount of window latches able to keep him out. You used the front door and met him upstairs, the security cameras sparsely spread throughout the building only catching you heading home, drenched but not giving away a thing. He hadn’t waited outside as expected, the window unbroken but still wide open as he dripped water all over your hardwood floors, shoes tracking mud over the thrift store rug in the living room.

He was seeing what you had to lose, but it wasn’t much he was soon to realize, your walls and surfaces bare of photos outside of the rare empty frame you’d bought but forgotten to fill, the default photo showing strangers looking happy behind the dusty glass. He lifted one of them up, knew they weren’t yours, and you heard him laugh at your loneliness, the sound so hollow like he didn’t even know what a laugh really was and was simply acting the emotion out. 

Maybe he was lonely too.

You offered him tea or coffee, not knowing what to do to fill the time until the gun would surely reappear again but he refused, his attention now on you like he hadn’t even noticed you come in. He walked over to your tiny kitchen, searching through your cupboards until he found a glass; he went to the fridge and pulled out the pitcher of filtered water, poured himself some without asking, left everything out for you to clean up later if you’d even get the chance. ‘Expecting anyone?’ he asked casually, eyes looking for any sliver of a trace that you shared your life with anyone, the answer in his head before you could even open your mouth. ‘No, you aren’t… don’t you know it’s dangerous to live on your own in a place like this?’

It held no real concern. You offered him no real worry as you just shrugged.

The lights remained off as he let you get on with your night, his eyes always on you as you grabbed a towel to pat yourself and your clothes dry, the takeout you’d gone out to get reheated as you sat at the table and ate. He was never out of sight but he never approached you either, the only other thing he grabbed being one of the kitchen knives from the hand-me-down block you’d stolen from home when you moved out. You wondered if he might throw it at you like a circus performer, maybe it’d hit its target, maybe it’d fly right past and embed itself in the wall behind you, a trick to be applauded for either way, but it never left his hands, the blade occasionally catching the light as he spun it in his fingers.

You thought he might be coming to slit your throat when he walked behind you as you tried to cut through the too tough meat, his arms around you and making you still as the knife was pressed down and sliced through with ease. His movements were so delicate like that of a dancer, he was well trained in what he did, and when he was done he lifted the knife up to his mouth to lick away the sauce before going back to the kitchen. It was tossed down loudly into the sink now that he’d dirtied it but you didn’t jump at the sound, your eyes on him as he then strolled over to the couch and sat down, recently dried mud flecking off his shoes and onto your coffee table as he got comfortable.

He let you finish eating in peace, your last meal no doubt, before taking the gun out again and motioning for you to go to the bedroom, your body freezing cold but surprisingly calm as you did as you were told. There was no rush at all as you both walked in, the door wide open and letting you know that you weren’t trapped, and you waited for his next command when the gun was set down in plain sight on top of your dresser. It was perfectly spaced between the two of you, only two steps away with the grip facing you, an open invitation to grab it and defend yourself.

Images of trying flashed through your head. You didn’t act on them, his eyes shining the longer you just stood there; there was no point, you didn’t have much of a life anyways, the empty photo frames reminded you of that every day.

‘Aren’t you an interesting one,’ he thought aloud, your hand twitching only once towards the dresser before you fell still again. ‘My job is done tonight, and I might have a bit of time free in my schedule if you’d like to hire me, little rabbit,’ he then told you, his eyes meeting yours even as half of his face was shrouded in shadows, the light from your bedroom window making the only parts visible practically glow between his dark hair and even darker outfit.

‘What do you do?’ Your voice didn’t tremble, he was impressed.

‘I make problems disappear, for a price.’

‘Can you make more than problems disappear?’

This interested him even more, and he took a few steps closer to you, your head tilting back so you could look up to him. ‘What did you have in mind?’

You couldn’t say it, he already knew the answer already, and he considered what you wanted before taking off his coat and folding it up, the slightly damp leather creaking as it was placed on your dresser next to his weapon. He opened his arms to you, the gun still just in reach as he waited, and you could only stare at him as you walked forward; he wrapped his arms around you as you let your head fall against his shoulder, and the hug held nothing but the transaction as he attempted to make your loneliness disappear. He was warm as the rain continued to fall outside, his controlled breathing rustling your hair ever so slightly as the trembling began, your shaking hands reaching up to cling to his black sweater.

When you’d awoken the next morning you’d found your apartment empty again, although there was a text from an unfamiliar number on your phone telling you, ‘Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful,’ the line pulled directly from your copy of Frankenstien, the book open to the page and waiting for you to notice it on your dresser where the gun had been.

He’d returned to you a few months later, another new number with a quote alerting you to his arrival before you’d heard him tapping on the window, this time waiting for you to let him in. This situation repeated many times over the year, each time with a text, each time the two of you just retreating to your bedroom where he held you and stole your loneliness for hours at a time, never once telling you about where he’d been or what he’d done. Your frames were still empty all the while, and with every visit he’d hold you closer, share his warmth with you as he threaded bare fingers through your hair, let you lay there in silence or cry into his chest if you needed to.

He slowly filled all your empty spaces, even if just for a little while, and you wondered how large your bill must be getting with each press of split lips to the top of your head and bloodied knuckles tracing the curve of your flushed cheeks. You never asked for something of his to remember him by until the night you finally spoke, your body completely in his lap as he held you, your fingertips brushing over fresh bruises spreading over his bare chest.

‘I might not be able to afford you at this rate,’ you murmured, and when he breathed out a laugh it didn’t feel like he was acting anymore.

‘I do the jobs that interest me for free, you know,’ he whispered into your ear, hand coming up to run over your jaw until you couldn’t help but look up at him. ‘That was just the first time, though.’

‘What about now?’ Something inside of you told you to be afraid as you looked into brown eyes so dark they almost looked black, the red and purple painting his eyebrow to his cheek warning you of the danger, but you weren’t afraid, you never had been.

He didn’t answer you, his mouth finding yours as colours shone through cheap curtains and shrouded you both in a halo of store neons and street lights.

That was months ago, his latest text reading, ‘There are darknesses in life and there are lights; you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.’ Bram Stoker, tonight, Dracula. You screenshotted it as you did with all his quotes, it saved to your phone with all the others before deleting the now useless chat and unlocking the latch over your window. He arrived less than an hour later, the smell of cheap takeout making him smirk as he looked at the feast laid out for him. ‘Hello again, little rabbit,’ he said into your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, his gloves already removed so he could feel you against his hot skin.

‘Hello, Murdoc,’ you greeted him back, his canines grazing over your skin and warning you of the danger as they always did before he noticed the frame you’d placed by your TV, front and center in the gap between the device and the edge of the stand they rested on. He let go of you and walked over to it, lifting it up and laughing genuinely at the sight of himself in your bed, a secretly stolen photo you’d taken when he’d fallen asleep in your arms.

‘You really are interesting,’ he mused as he put it back, still shrouded in darkness as he turned on his heel to face you, the sight so familiar as he filled up every last empty space inside of you.

Maybe he really had been able to make your loneliness disappear that first night, but he’d have to figure that one out himself as you pressed yourself against his chest and kissed him.

He smiled against your upturned lips like he already knew.

[prince-sytry]

Starter for @umbravotum

Sitri was just chilling at home, chewing on some mice cookies, zapping through the TV. Of course, they'd only show Sinsmas movies and boring reruns of century old shows.

When his phone buzzed with a new message from his favourite fellow Prince, a little grin appeared on his face. How could he turn down an invitation like this?

《Meet me in Lust in an hour! The bar next to Ozzie's? And we'll wing it from there?》, the feline Prince suggested with another text and stretched his wings before getting up to get ready and dressed. A black slim fit turtleneck sweater with pink hearts and snowflakes, black leather pants topped with a fluffy purple jacket was his outfit of choice for the day.

Before he opened a portal to slip to the lust ring, he'd stuff a small back of pistachios in the pocket of his jacket - just in case.

[monstersandmaw]

Oats the kelpie (single dad, dad-bod, absolute softie sweetheart) is now up on Patreon on early release! You can read it right now for $3, or for $5 you can have access to everything pre-2020 mothballing.

Background info post on the Full Moon Motorcycles group here Oats Appreciation post here

Featuring a plus-size, bisexual, not very confident reader, and a divorced, Scottish, single-dad, biker kelpie with a soft-dad bod and a heart as big as his bike’s engine (possibly bigger).

Wordcount: 7562

Preview:

You pushed open the glass door of Full Moon Motorcycles and willed yourself not to feel self-conscious or out of place.

Having both an older brother and a mother who rode motorbikes had at least given you a fair bit of familiarity with bikes and the general ‘biker culture’, but it was mostly the fact that almost all the ‘biker girls’ you saw posing on social media were slim and toned, which you were decidedly not.

From the utterly foetid takes in the comments section of the one post your brother had shared on his page with you in it, you’d also got the impression that the biker community was not particularly kind to any woman with a waist over 25 inches. It probably wasn’t the case, but your one experience with it had been enough to make you very wary.

And yet, as you made your way towards the bike shop’s counter and the older man with floppy, greying hair and warm brown eyes looked up, you were greeted with an open, welcoming smile.

“Hi there,” he said, standing up with a grunt from the comfy chair where he’d been sitting in the corner near the shop’s antique cash register. “What can I do for you?”

You smiled shyly and glanced along the wooden countertop before returning your gaze to him. “I’m looking for a present for my brother, but I’m kind of on a budget…”

“Gotcha. We’ve got some silly key fobs there,” he said, indicating a rotating display rack at one end of the counter, with mottoes that ranged from funny to explicit, “But if they like working on their bike themselves, you can’t go wrong with some maintenance supplies… Not the most glamorous but I promise they’ll be grateful to you all the same.”

“Could always tie a festive ribbon round it,” you said, and he chuckled and nodded.

“That’s the spirit.”

You eyed the reasonable price of the fobs with some relief, and then followed his gesture towards the various bottles of chain degreaser and the like, and a few other useful tools and kits that were stacked on shelves on the back wall to the right of a door that presumably led into the back and store rooms.

The right hand side of the shop had the counter and some shiny, new bikes that had been parked in a row around the perimeter of the space, and the left hand side was more open with a bench or two against the brick walls, and some red, mechanics’ tool-chests tucked against the back wall. A number of leather two- and one-piece suits hung in racks at the furthest end though, with helmets on shelves and a few rows of t-shirts, jeans, gloves, and boots displayed too. There were oil stains in the centre of the polished concrete floor, and you suspected that tinkering took place there outside of the shop’s usual opening hours.

The whole vibe of Full Moon Motorcycles was friendly and cosy, with a slightly industrial, grungy note for some flavour.

In short, you loved it.

“There are also some fun helmet covers –” the older man chuckled, and added, “A number of the regulars here have them, and there are also some earplugs, or perhaps a tough phone case and mount? A chain care kit? There are some vinyl stickers too, and t-shirts, socks, neck warmers, balaclavas, mugs, helmet care kits, thermals…”

Laughing, you held up your hands for him to stop, and he started to chuckle too.

“I’ll let you browse in peace, sweetheart,” he said, his whisky brown eyes twinkling. Even his un-looked-for endearment came across as kindly instead of creepy, and not many men could pull that off. “You just holler if you have questions and I’ll be happy to –”

The door opened behind you and he broke off as his attention was snagged by the arrival of a heavy-set guy in dark jeans and a softly-worn, black leather jacket. He held a black helmet with a tinted visor in his large hands, and he looked more than a little wind-blown and rumpled.

Incongruous with his rather roguish-dishevelment, a lock of his long, thick, slightly grizzled, black hair was held back by a little hair-clip with a Barbie-pink, fabric bow. It didn’t fit with the dark scruff of stubble on his jaw or the piercing green-blue eyes at all, but he seemed completely unfazed by its presence.

“Oats!” the older man exclaimed with obvious joy, clapping his hands. “It’s been a while, my boy! How was the trip to Scotland? You make it round the NC500 this time?”

The ‘boy’ looked to be in his mid to late thirties…

“Ach, no’ a chance this time, Hank,” the man chuckled with a heavy, Scottish accent lacing his rich, rough baritone. Exactly where in Scotland he was from, you couldn’t tell, but it was lyrical and attractive all the same.

“Ah, next time, next time. And is Natalie well?

“Oh aye, my wee Loch Ness Monster is doing just fine. She’ll be terrorising her mother for the Christmas holidays. I came straight from the road though — clutch started playing up just south of Birmingham.” He grimaced, but even that looked charming somehow. “Sort of hoped you might find a minute to take a look at it for me if I left the Old Girl here. No rush though.”

“No problem, Oats. We’ll get her running properly again in no time. Bet you’re missing little Natalie already,” Hank added sympathetically.

“Ah, you have no idea,” the man, peculiarly-named ‘Oats’, sighed ruefully, shaking his head.

“See she left you with a parting gift though,” Hank snorted, pointing at the bow hair clip.

With a slight frown to his dark eyebrows, Oats reached up and patted at his head until he found it, and then he laughed. It was a loud, delighted, full-bellied sound that reverberated through the space while it lasted, and he left the hair clip where it was with no trace of self-consciousness as he lowered his hand again. “Aye, that she did. Surprised it survived the journey down with my lid on and everything. Oh –” His unusually pale green eyes landed on you, watching him and lurking near the rows of t-shirts on the back wall, and he went still.

Those sea-grey eyes raked you up and down, clearly noting the way your black leggings clung to the curves of your thighs and hips, and the black hoodie, which maybe went some way to hiding the softness of your stomach a bit, and he swallowed visibly. He looked… hungry. That was not the usual reaction you had grown accustomed to from men, and you let the flare of heat lick up your insides for just a moment, daring to hope that maybe he did find you attractive.

“Sorry,” he said in your direction, with a soft, dusky smile. “Didnae mean t’interrupt.”

Read the whole thing right now over on Patreon, as well as everything else in my exclusive masterlist, plus February's story involving a holiday romance with a naga in Starfall Springs...

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CASETiFY x Deadpool and Wolverine Collection

Today, global tech accessories brand CASETiFY announced a new collaboration with Marvel. Marvel fans can now sign up for priority access to shop the new Deadpool and Wolverine collection ahead of its launch on July 30th at casetify.com. This collaboration features unique Deadpool and Wolverine-inspired comic designs on CASETiFY’s range of best-selling Impact, Ultra Impact, Mirror, Clear, Impact Ring Stand, Bounce, and Ultra Bounce Cases are available for iPhone, Samsung, and Google devices.

Deadpool and Wolverine Have Arrived at CASETiFY

CASETiFY’s newest collection includes both the Deadpool Pattern Case and the Wolverine Pattern Case. The Deadpool Mask Case allows fans to suit up their phone so they can rep the Merc with a Mouth. The Comic Collage Case brings the frenemies’ joint scenes to life in a comic strip-inspired design.

The Deadpool and Wolverine collection encompasses compatible accessories for AirPods, AirPods Pro, Apple Watch bands, wireless chargers, grip stands, cardholder stands, leather wallets, power banks, phone straps, MacBook and iPad. This collection also highlights the Deadpool or Wolverine Metal Chain Wrist Strap adorned with specialty charms of the individual characters. The Marvel and CASETiFY collection launches worldwide on casetify.com/co-lab on July 30th. It will be available for purchase online, via the CASETiFY Co-Lab app (available now in the App Store), and at CASETiFY Studio locations. CASETiFY is a global lifestyle brand and home to the first and largest platform for customized tech accessories. Created with the highest-quality materials and most cutting-edge designs, CASETiFY's products empower self-expression by turning your personal electronics into highly designed, stylishly slim, drop-proof accessories. Known for tapping top artists, big celebrities, and creatives for its Co-Lab program, CASETiFY gives brands and individuals the opportunity to share their unique visions with the world. With 18 retail shops and growing, CASETiFY Studio provides a one-stop, visual retail experience where customers can customize their accessories on the spot.

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INSTAGRAM: MARINA SHINES IN JW ANDERSON & GUCCI

Yesterday, Marina showcased her impeccable style via Instagram story, wowing her followers in a breathtaking ensemble featuring pieces that are new but also some that we've seen before.

If her outfit seems familiar to you, it's because we've seen her rock it at Heathrow airport a couple of months ago!

She wore her limited edition JW Anderson x Run Hany embroidered stretch-jersey half-zip track jacket in navy blue & white ($345) and matching straight-leg track pants ($165).

Shop:

JW Anderson x Run Hany Track Jacket ($345.00)

JW Anderson x Run Hany Track Pants ($165.00)

Her latest acquisition are these Gucci Spring/Summer 2023 slim rectangular black acetate sunglasses with golden logo and white marble inner side ($350.00).

Shop:

Gucci Sunglasses ($350.00)

Next, we got her 2005 Louis Vuitton x Takashi Murakami leather pochette with smiling cherries.

The flower oil painting phone case has no label which makes it available just about anywhere! Here’s one example.

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Shiro says they’ll factor it into their plans, and he wonders if that means tonight or some time in the future. It doesn’t matter either way. He’ll dress for tonight, and if Shiro lets him into his closet, he’ll change. 

“If you didn’t, I wouldn’t still be here. Besides, since when do you act like you’re not a fucking gift to everyone around you?” Fuck that grin. Ichigo hates it and wants it and wants to get his teeth and knuckles on it all at the same time. Shiro rests a hand at his hip and Ichigo flattens his palm against the small of his back, letting it slide down just to feel more of him through his clothes. Except he kind of wishes he’d gotten that hand under his shirt while he was at it. But he pulls back finally, licking his lip. All he wants to do is kiss him again, so he reaches down to distract himself, taking his phone from where Shiro was sitting. “If you two want to keep talking, you’ll have to do it on your own phone.”

Ichigo circles around the couch and looks around, trying to locate Shuren and wondering if he slipped out earlier. But then he spots him in a chair across the warehouse. And he looks pissed. Great. Ichigo pauses at the stairs to catch Shuren’s eye though before nodding toward the exit. He figures the guy will either follow or he won’t. Ichigo won’t be too sad either way. He’ll either get things settled or he won’t have to deal with it for another day.

Ichigo takes the stairs out of the warehouse without waiting to see if he’s followed, but he does pause once he’s down the stairs on the other side. He hears the door open a minute later and leans against the rail while he waits for Shuren to make it down.

He doesn't even lead in before turning to ask Shuren what his fucking problem is, which might not be the best way to go about it, but it’s straight and to the point. Ichigo isn’t great with subtleties clearly, and it turns out Shuren isn’t great at being ignored. He thought Ichigo and Shiro were fucking around and they’d be done already. And it seems like Ichigo is worse at reading the mood than he figured, because Shuren’s been under the impression he was in line before Shiro, and that just pisses Ichigo off. Like he’s some amusement park ride, and everyone gets a turn. Ichigo really is going to break something. Since SHuren's pretty much been growing in his face, Ichigo knees him in the stomach and hopes he pukes. He doesn’t though, so Ichigo kicks him in the head while he’s doubled over. And just in case he still hasn’t been clear, Ichigo tells him that he’s the only one that has any say in who he fucks. Not him and not Shiro.

Seriously. He’s not sure when Shuren would’ve gotten the idea it was even on the table. 

He leaves Shuren there cursing and walks the rest of the way to his apartment, wondering which one of them is more sore from that one-sided scuffle. His stomach burns. He could text Shiro and let him know they talked, but he’s not feeling like it at the moment. 

Ichigo showers, fixes his hair, and goes to his closet, tossing laundry into a basket and picking out clothes intermittently. He slips on a pair of slim pants and his harness, and starts to tug a turtleneck on to hide the marks Shiro left on his neck earlier, but pauses, puts it back and goes the opposite way. He shrugs into a loose, black sweater with a lower neck that settles across his collarbones and leaves Shiro’s handiwork exposed. He looks over it for a moment and then goes to finish everything else.

It doesn’t take him long to do laundry and turn in another assignment, and then he texts Shiro before sliding on his watch and some leather cords and slipping his wallet into his pocket. I’m finished. Headed to your place.

He nods. It’s good, because obviously having Ichigo potentially take the punishment for something Shiro did wasn’t Shiro’s intention. But Ichigo knows that, that’s why it’s not a problem.

He rolls his eyes. But fine. It’s a good point. And there is every chance that as soon as Ichigo starts trying things on, or maybe even just takes clothes off to try more on, that they will end up mutually jumping each other and no actual clothes will be tried on. It’s honestly pretty funny. “Fine. You’re right. We’ll just have to factor that into whatever plans we’re making.” As if he plans anything in advance.

He knows Ichigo can handle himself, but he also knows Ichigo has to be hurting still, and he can’t help but be at least a little paranoid this might go south. Shuren could react badly. It could get stupid. Or it could be totally fine. Shiro has never been very tight with Shuren in their mutual time at the warehouse, but he’s never known Shuren to be a complete idiot either. “Alright.” Surely Ichigo will call if he needs something.

“Ok.” He checks his phone for the time. “I won’t be that long here, then. I haven’t eaten yet today and I’m fuckin’ hungry.” His own fault, of course. He’s about to stay right where he’s at, lounging on the couch, looking up at Ichigo, but he snorts when Ichigo nudges him. “I don’t think I qualify to meet high standards.” He stands up though, grinning a little, and settles fingers against one of Ichigo’s hips while he leans in to kiss him.

[haseeb06]

iphone 16 pro max case

iphone 16 pro max case

The iPhone 16 Pro Max Case is a premium protective accessory designed to safeguard your device while enhancing its style and functionality. Crafted from high-quality materials such as durable TPU, shock-absorbing polycarbonate, or genuine leather, this case provides superior protection against drops, scratches, and everyday wear. It features precise cutouts for easy access to buttons, ports, and the camera, ensuring a seamless user experience. Available in various designs, colors, and finishes, the iPhone 16 Pro Max Case offers a perfect blend of aesthetics and durability, making it an essential choice for users looking to protect and personalize their device.

The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Best iPhone 16 Pro Max Case

The iPhone 16 Pro Max is here, and with its sleek design and cutting-edge features, you'll want to protect it with a high-quality case. Whether you're looking for durability, style, or functionality, finding the right iPhone 16 Pro Max case is essential. In this guide, we’ll explore the top case options, their features, and what to consider before making a purchase.

Why You Need a Case for Your iPhone 16 Pro Max

The iPhone 16 Pro Max is a premium device, and repairing or replacing it can be costly. A case provides essential protection against drops, scratches, and everyday wear and tear. Additionally, a stylish case can enhance the phone’s aesthetics while offering additional features like cardholders, stands, or MagSafe compatibility.

Top Features to Look for in an iPhone 16 Pro Max Case

When shopping for a case, consider the following key factors:

Material: Choose between silicone, leather, hard plastic, or hybrid materials for the right balance of grip and protection.

Drop Protection: Look for cases with shock-absorbing technology, raised edges, and military-grade protection.

MagSafe Compatibility: If you use MagSafe accessories, ensure the case supports seamless connectivity.

Slim vs. Rugged Design: Slim cases maintain the phone’s sleek profile, while rugged cases offer maximum protection for outdoor and heavy-duty use.

Additional Features: Some cases include kickstands, card slots, or waterproof properties.

Best iPhone 16 Pro Max Cases

Here are some of the best cases to consider:

Apple Silicone Case with MagSafe - A soft-touch, premium silicone case that fits perfectly and supports MagSafe accessories.

OtterBox Defender Series - Provides heavy-duty protection with a rugged design, ideal for those needing extra durability.

Spigen Ultra Hybrid - A clear, slim case that showcases the iPhone’s design while offering shock absorption.

Nomad Modern Leather Case - A stylish leather case that ages beautifully over time, adding a touch of elegance.

SUPCASE Unicorn Beetle Pro - A robust case with a built-in kickstand and 360-degree protection.

[cosmosjoy]

Samsung Galaxy S25 accessories

Cosmos Joy offers premium Samsung Galaxy S25 accessories, designed for style, protection, and functionality. From ultra-slim shockproof cases to tempered glass screen protectors, Cosmos Joy ensures top-notch durability without compromising aesthetics. Enjoy fast wireless chargers, MagSafe-compatible mounts, and ergonomic grips for enhanced convenience. Their sleek power banks and USB-C cables guarantee efficient charging on the go. Each product is crafted with eco-friendly materials, combining innovation with sustainability. Whether you seek luxury leather covers, camera lens protectors, or gaming triggers, Cosmos Joy elevates your Galaxy S25 experience with cutting-edge accessories tailored for performance and elegance.

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Protecting Your Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra: A Comprehensive Guide to Choosing the Right Case

The Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra stands as a pinnacle of modern smartphone engineering, boasting cutting-edge features and a sleek design. To preserve its pristine condition and ensure longevity, selecting the appropiate case is paramount . This guide delves into the challenges of choosing the right case, offers a step-by-step selection process, presents a case study, and concludes with key takeaways to aid you in making an informed decision.

Challenges in Choosing the Right Case

Selecting the ideal case for your Galaxy S25 Ultra involves navigating several challenges:

Balancing Protection and Aesthetics: While robust cases offer superior protection, they can add bulk, potentially detracting from the device's sleek design. Conversely, slim cases maintain aesthetics but may compromise on defense against impacts.

Material Selection: Cases are crafted from various materials, each with distinct advantages and drawbacks:

Polycarbonate: Offers durability and impact resistance but can be slippery.

Silicone: Provides a good grip and shock absorption but may attract lint.

Leather: Exudes elegance and offers moderate protection but can wear over time.

Compatibility with Features: Ensuring the case doesn't obstruct essential features like the S Pen, camera lenses, or wireless charging capabilities is crucial.

Brand Reliability: With numerous brands in the market, identifying reputable manufacturers that deliver quality and durability can be challenging.

Step-by-Step Guide to Choosing the Right Case

To navigate these challenges, follow this structured approach:

Assess Your Usage Habits:

Determine if your lifestyle demands rugged protection (e.g., outdoor activities) or if a slim case suffices for daily urban use.

Prioritize Key Features:

Drop Protection: Look for cases with military-grade drop protection standards.

Grip: Opt for textured surfaces or materials that prevent accidental slips.

Wireless Charging Compatibility: Ensure the case supports Qi2 wireless charging, especially since the Galaxy S25 Ultra is "Qi2 Ready," requiring compatible cases for optimal functionality. wired.com

Evaluate Material Options:

Polycarbonate: Ideal for those seeking robust protection against drops and impacts.

Silicone: Suitable for users desiring a soft-touch feel and enhanced grip.

Leather: Perfect for individuals prioritizing style and a premium look.

Check for Feature Accessibility:

Ensure precise cutouts for ports, speakers, and the S Pen.

Verify that button covers are responsive and not overly stiff.

Research Brand Reputation:

Read reviews and testimonials to gauge customer satisfaction.

Consider brands known for quality, such as Fiberborne, which offers super-thin, aramid fiber cases compatible with MagSafe.

Consider Aesthetics:

Choose a design and color that resonate with your personal style.

Ensure the case complements the Galaxy S25 Ultra's design elements.

Set a Budget:

Determine a price range that aligns with your financial considerations.

Remember that higher-priced cases often offer superior materials and protection.

Case Study: Fiberborne's Aramid Fiber Case for Galaxy S25 Ultra

To illustrate the selection process, let's examine Fiberborne's Aramid Fiber Case:

Material: Crafted from aramid fiber, known for its strength and lightweight properties.

Design: Ultra-thin profile that maintains the Galaxy S25 Ultra's sleek aesthetics.

Features: Compatible with MagSafe, ensuring seamless wireless charging.

Protection: Offers adequate defense against daily wear and minor drops.

Conclusion

Selecting the right case for your Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra is a decision that balances protection, functionality, and style. By understanding the challenges involved and following a systematic selection process, you can choose a case that safeguards your device while reflecting your personal preferences. Remember, investing in a quality case not only enhances your phone's longevity but also enriches your overall user experience.

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