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pplatonic · 1 year ago

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Baby's First Pride

I'm 16 and a half years old. I came out to my parents inspired by a story at my school's GSA - just walk up the stairs and call it out. I was terrified, but they were accepting, and I learnt that my brother has trans friends and that Mom even experimented with girls when she was a teen. It's 5:10 PM, so it's probably time to go to the pride event Mom has been talking about all week. She said her boss told her about it, and that it's all ages. I get dressed in my Hatsune Miku cosplay, drape my Aromantic pride flag around my shoulders, and tie the ends in a reef knot around my neck to wear it as a cape.

I go downstairs, putting my Miku wallet in my bag, and take a short video of me twirling around to send it to my friends captioned 'ARO MIKU IS GOING TO PRIDE.' When I get outside, my parents and Mom's friend coo at my outfit, saying I look nice. They say goodbye to Mom's friend and they get ready, and they stop at Walmart to buy 'pride gear' to try and match my look. They get me pins, because they know I love pins.

I listen to my playlist of Magical Mirai albums as Dad drives us to the pride event. He does an illegal U-turn, and I tell him cops aren't allowed at pride, so we're okay. We park.

When we get there, the first thing we notice is all the food trucks. We ate before we came here, because they didn't think there'd be food. The first thing we do is Mom and Dad get alcoholic canned drinks, and they later buy me a cold vanilla latte at a different booth. We start walking around.

Mom's more interested in the concert being held by a queer artist who's name I didn't catch, and she jokes about us going to mosh there. I tell her it's dangerous and that I'm wearing my binder right now, and my dad comments that he didn't even notice.

While we're standing and waiting around, Dad perplexedly exclaims that there's a bar. I tell him as a joke that of course there's a bar, this is pride. He doesn't get it, so I explain the history of gay bars and the Mafia and all of that, and tell him the original pride parade was a protest where parking meters were uprooted and bricks were thrown at cops.

We start walking around to the several booths of queer creatives selling their art, and my eyes are battling between scouting for pins and looking at all the kinds of people here. It's truly all ages, from seniors to toddlers. I see as many visibly disabled and plus-size people as I do visibly abled and skinny people. When we first started walking in to the event, we saw a person in a cutesy lolita-styled outfit with cat ears and tail in the trans colours, in front of someone embracing their trans flag.

As I look around, I see various flags: bi, pan, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, genderfluid. On a couple people's shirts I see the ace flag. But as far as I'm aware, I'm the only person here in this entire crowd wearing the Aromantic flag. It's bittersweet, to be the sole representation of your people.

I see people in all styles of clothing as well: goth, punk, alternative, grunge, trendy, cute, casual, retro. I see some people standing out in absolutely fabulous outfits with sequins everywhere. I see a dog in a gay-coloured tutu, and a person with pride-coloured butterfly wings on their arms. Half the people here have dyed hair of some kind.

We sit down and take a break. It's near the mini waterpark nearby, which makes it fresh and cool-feeling and perfect for a break. A child with endless joys in their heart ends up spraying us with water, and we get a move on. I go around to multiple booths and buy an assortment of pins, one that says "I'M SO GAY I CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT" and one with a fuzzy Aro-coloured animal on it.

When we sit for a final break, I find two dirty books on the ground as Mom hands me a progress flag pin she found. I pick up the books. One is a 'queer history tour' of Edmonton brochure that has multiple locations of down-town and their associated queer histories. The other book is a mental wellness book targeted mainly at Indigenous folk, but I decide to take it any way since a lot of it advice applies to everyone. I show my Mom the page on ableist language, that talks about replacing words like 'crazy,' 'insane,' and 'psycho' with words like 'wild,' 'bananas,' and 'ridiculous.'

When we start walking back to the car, we see a group of four dressed ridiculously. One of them has massive, bouncing balloon tits, and they stand out the most. I'm afraid of what my parent's reaction will be, and this is what I told them to be nice about before we came, because pride was and still is a protest. They laugh and move on. I'm a little surprised that they're so cool with it.

We stop by the truck at the very start of the walk as Mom comments on it. It's a kink gear store. I stare in awe at the bear pride flag and leather puppy pride flag, telling my family about them. I have to ask one of them to confirm it's the leather puppy flag because I'm not wholly sure, and the people running the truck smile as they teach me about it.

We drive home, and as we walk back to the house, I think about Mom and Dad's reaction to the person with the balloon tits. I think about how they laughed kindly at one of the biggest displays of societal norm defiance I've ever seen. And then I think about the openly disabled people I saw with their pretty canes and wheelchairs, I think about the punks with fishnets and leather jackets and high boots, I think about the emo kandi kids with their black-and-rainbow stockings and vibrant kandi cuffs, I think about the booth run by African black people that stood for trans black liberation, I think about the truck run by kinksters decorated with historical flags, I think about the two feminine-presenting people I saw kissing and the transmasculine gay couple I saw holding hands.

I think about all of us, the societal outcasts that we are, proudly displaying what outcasted us in the first place, without a single person yelling that we're faggots, or trannies, or cripples, or fatasses, or freaks.

And for the first time in a long time, in all my childhood where I was ostracized from the girls for being too tomboyish from the boys for being born a girl, so badly until I started ostracizing myself, I know that I'm safe and welcome, somewhere in the world.

#pride #queer #trans #transgender #gay #pride events #queer writing #creative writing #queer community #queer pride #lgbtq #lgbtqia #f slur #t slur #c slur

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scratchandplaster · 1 year ago

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Stack The Deck - Greetings from Maui

CW: referenced drug addiction, recovery, guilt

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Fiery sky meets clear-blue water against her feet. She uses a filter, naturally, because even her new phone doesn't bring out the colors as nicely as she is used to.

The scenery bleeds with artificiality, like the cheap plastic flamingos they put in the drinks, and it still shocks her how easy it was to get the Suboxone through airport security.

#blessed, she writes in the caption, the terrible loops of the letters blinking across the screen. The group chat will love this, and her again, when she's right back to her old self. Rehab felt more like an all-inclusive stay, and is now followed by a trip overseas.

Far away from any distractions.

Her family collectively decided to remain silent about it, keeping the hush-hush topic from any coworkers and the parish; because "Oh god, what would the neighbors think?!" she thought she heard her mother whisper on the other side of the ER.

They figured it out eventually, any gap in her vita is nothing more than a semester spent doing work and travel - maybe missionary work...for the children. They will present a well constructed lie when the time is right, when it's needed.

Chase, flat on his back and already tuckered out in the late afternoon, lets himself drift with the pool's current. That too gets caught in a 1:1 shot.

The golden boy will also be under supervision, their parents wouldn't have the nerve to handle another scandal.

Only virgin cocktails for her, though, like a ritual sacrifice. Chris would have loved that one.

She smiles before catching herself with a violent gag.

Ipanema and buprenorphine to celebrate how the four figures orbit each other, absolute quiet for hours. Her insides want to flip, but it's neither the withdrawal eating her up nor the thick tension at the hotel poolside.

She didn't uncover any obituaries either, just as successful as her ex-lover. Maybe homesickness has finally caught up to her, she misses her girls more than anything.

They all are blessed, really, thinking of the alternative she would have faced; maybe still needs to when coming back home. Tropical house arrest never sounded that good.

The lighting still won't match her imagination, so Amber adds another photo to the gallery, then, to replace the ones she so badly tries to forget.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

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icedteaandoldlace · 1 year ago

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pretty sure ive already sent some of these ships as bingo for u before, but i'll fucking do it again: SNOWWEST, E-1 KILLERSNOW, KILLERSNOW OF THE E-1 AND E-2 VARIETY, WESTHALLEN (eddie, not eobard) AND FINALLY...... olivarry :3

Snowwest

This is pretty much my only Caitlin ship besides Snowstorm, and also one of my only consistent fanon ships (in other words, one that I always like and don't just need the right set of circumstances to get on board with). I love the crumbs of their friendship that we got in canon, and I wish we'd gotten more of them!! 😭

E-1 Killersnow

I'm mostly neutral on them, and that's probably because I have such mixed feelings about them due to their canon development. Before Frost showed up, the foreshadowing of her emergence indicated that Caitlin had a tendency to repress her emotions, and that she had an edgier side that she didn't always let show. So when Frost did show up, I was prepared for her to be an extension of Caitlin that Caitlin had to learn to come to terms with, and eventually she'd become a balanced version of both sides. Then I saw a gifset someone made with the caption that they were girlfriends, and I thought that was an interesting take, because that would make Frost a whole separate individual who just happens to share Caitlin's body, and the idea of them navigating dating under those circumstances would be very interesting. And then, of course, canon decided to turn them into sisters, which I can also see the appeal of, but the whiplash that retcon gave me makes me reluctant to refer to them as such. Tbh I still see season 3 Killer Frost as Caitlin, and I see later-seasons Frost as a completely different character, and seasons 4-5 Frost goes back and forth, so it makes for very inconsistent feelings about them. And of course, I headcanon Frost as aroace and Very Much Not Into Anyone, so I'm not super invested in any ships involving her.

E-2 Killersnow

Earth-2 Killer Frost is much more clearly depicted as Caitlin Gone Evil, and season 2 had a fuzzier, less developed concept of doppelgängers than season 3 and onward, so to me it just kind of seems like shipping Caitlin with herself, just with a different life?? Idk if that makes sense. I do enjoy the one-sided aspect of them, though. Killer Frost was definitely feeling some type of way about Caitlin.

Westhallen

BINGO! These guys are mixed feelings city. I can't really see them working out, but there are aspects of it that have potential. Like, I feel like any couple combination of them could work out (in an alternate timeline) with the other as their bestie third wheel, but given the love triangle in canon, I feel like they'd just be constantly at each other's throats if they tried to all be a thing together. It may be the Dan, Vanessa, and Olivia threesome storyline in Gossip Girl shaping my view of this, since they had a very similar trio dynamic. Also the fact that I've never read any fic for them, so all I have is their canon dynamic to base my feelings on. That said, props to the Westhallen fandom for their use of that "there's three people in this relationship" line. My hat's off to ya. 🎩

Olivarry

I may be alone in this, but I've just never seen Barry and Oliver as being that close. They have some good moments here and there, but it seems like the majority of their relationship is just clashing over crime-fighting styles. I just don't really get it. Of course, the erasure of Cisco as Barry's best friend among the Olivarry fandom doesn't help my enthusiasm level any. On that note, I actually enjoy Olivibe's interactions more than Olivarry's, and I'm waiting for the day someone decides to do something with that.

#ship bingo #The Flash

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eazy-group · 1 year ago

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Garnier Joins Brands Who are Switching to Cruelty-Free

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Garnier Joins Brands Who are Switching to Cruelty-Free

Garnier joins a slew of brands that are switching to being officially 100 percent cruelty-free.

The French hair care and skincare brand, owned by L’Oréal, has just announced that the company has been granted a Leaping Bunny certification after months of working with the Cruelty-Free International.

“All Garnier products, globally, are now officially approved by Cruelty-Free International. We have been given the stamp of approval by the Cruelty-Free International Leaping Bunny program,” a caption reads as posted on their official Instagram account.

In addition, Drew Barrymore, who is also the face of Garnier Whole Blends, shared the surprising announcement, alongside a campaign ad citing that the brand is now delving into producing cruel-free products.

“The news is finally here! My favorite hair care brand, @garnierusa #WholeBlends Sulfate-Free Remedy Collection has been given the stamp of approval by the Cruelty-Free International Leaping Bunny program, the leading organization working to end animal testing and the cruelty-free gold standard. Now all Garnier products will have the Leaping Bunny logo,” the “Charlie’s Angels” actress wrote.

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Leaping Bunny Certification is a “Real Milestone” to Garnier

As cited by Vogue, after meticulous forensic investigation of raw materials and ingredients used, it took the company 18 months to get a nod from the animal protection and advocacy group.

Moreover, each product has been tested and taken into consideration for Garnier to receive its Leaping Bunny certification.

Following this, Garnier’s global brand president Adrien Koskas mentioned in a statement that this move is a “real milestone” for the company and will always play a significant part in their “Green Beauty mission.”

“Today, Garnier takes another green step towards becoming a fully committed, truly sustainable, and transparent brand that delivers green beauty for all of us,” he furthered, as obtained by the publication.

Garnier Towards Sustainability and Cruelty-Free

From now on, the French company will soon display the Leaping Bunny logo on all their products–from haircare, body care, and skincare.

This announcement came after the brand has committed to lean towards the sustainable side through their Greener Beauty, launched in 2020.

Garnier strives to contribute and create a positive impact by providing accessible and sustainable products to its consumers.

Companies Who Went Cruelty-Free

Aside from Garnier, several major brands have switched to being cruelty-free.

In 2019, there has been a swing of cosmetic companies that utilized cruelty-free testing methods for their products. Instead, some opted for vitro testing to ensure their products are safe for the market.

A previous report cited by the Cruelty-Free Kitty website shows that almost 150 brands have been granted the leaping bunny logo.

This includes big companies such as Beautyblender, Covergirl, LA Girl, Stargazer, and celebrity-owned brands like Kylie Cosmetics and Jeffree Star.

Alternatives to Animal Testing

While the companies have been trying to maintain their cruelty-free status, there are far more alternatives to animal testing that are cheaper and more effective.

According to Cruelty-Free International, cell cultures or the removal of animal or plant cells and growing them into 3D structures can provide a more realistic way to test new therapies.

Other alternatives also include human tissues, computer models, and volunteer studies.

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dreamings-free · 2 years ago

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okay gonna do some anon asks/answers in batches cause I have so many and I don’t wanna clog up people’s dashes..

these are all about the beard/break up

yeah I really doubt she’ll keep posting from L’s house even if she did before the break up was official but must have “happened”. that house is like his office we’ve seen him working there many times in the past couple of years; planning the first AFHF, doing vocal training with helene, and latest recording his thank you speech and doing radio interviews when FITF went #1. I assume he’ll keep using it that way. but it’ll be interesting to see once she starts posting again where she’ll be..

asjfhkajsfk even if she did dump him the first time around she came back like? so who looks more the fool lol. and yeah tbh most of her stans have only been pretending to be fans of louis. because them being together would mean larry couldn’t be a thing. and most of them are harries. see also this ask:

it’s pathetic is what it is. if we are to believe the official narrative that they broke up because long-distance was too hard and they’re blaming him? he has a career he’s been doing this for the entirety of their “relationship” so who isn’t commiting here.. (also the sexist shit I’ve seen about him being an asshole for “leaving her at 30 and without a ring” like.. women are not worthless because they’re unmarried jfc) but yeah as i answered above it’s not about louis it’s about them being mad about him not being kept straight by being with her. (also sidenote but they way her stans who a few years back wouldn’t touch the subject of “his son” with a ten foot pole are suddenly all about dad louis.. same reason)

no I definitely not a fan. like.. I don’t care about her as an influencer or whatever. and I’m looking forward to not keeping up with her once the final pieces of the puzzle falls into place like will she still walk both dogs, is she completely done working for L etc etc. Hopefully we’ll know soon..

tbh the most annoying thing about her is her stans who like to tell themselves that the minimal amount of work we’ve seen her do (sponsored posts, pr trips etc) would cover even an inch of the spending we’ve seen from her. a few instagram stories about an armani perfume or some sportswear brand isn’t gonna pay for all the wildly expensive shit she wears. and then there’s this gem:

girl attends one (1) fashion show…omg move over anna wintour 😂

like they’re living in some alternate reality she can’t even write a clever instagram caption to save her life lol

I doubt she’s had another job while working for L and that rumour about her attenting the royal college of art doesn’t hold water either. she’s been jetting all over the world all year there’s no way she’d be able to keep up with fashion school at that level at the same time. so we can assume L has been paying her well enough to keep her in endless balenciaga leather jackets over the years.

#i don't normally care enough to talk about her #now that's it's over some questions about the situation are quite relevant #so doing a mass answer under a cut to spare my mutuals/followers lol #$#anon asks

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Pocket Angel

Bucky x reader

Okay, SO CUTE LOVE THIS. I decided to do a civilian reader for a change, I wasn’t sure if you wanted avenger reader, I can def do an alternate one with that later on hehe

Warnings: FLUFFFFF

Word count: 2.8k

A lil drabble

A lil part 2

“Have y’all noticed how he’s less grumpy? He hasn’t threatened to kill me all day, and quite frankly I’m a little upset he hasn’t paid attention to me” Sam mused, whispering to Steve, both men eyeing Bucky suspiciously while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, sans his signature grumpy pout.

Bucky tried his best to keep his face neutral, but on the inside, he was giggling like a school boy. Just a few more hours and he’d be able to see you, hold you, kiss you; he had to keep his hand on his knee from bouncing in excitement.

He felt his heart leap, seeing a new message pop up on his phone. It was a picture of you wrapped up under a fuzzy blanket, wearing his Henley, the bear he got you tucked under your arm with the caption Missing my actual teddy bear :( His heart melted, looking at your pouty face, the sweet face that reminded him of home. He considered typing out a message, but decided against it, wanting to surprise you instead.

He hadn’t been away from you for too long; the mission had only taken a little over a week but you missed each other like crazy. Bucky thought about telling the others about you but part of him liked keeping you a secret from the rest of the world. It was like having a little angel in his pocket only he knew about, one that he could kiss and cuddle and keep all to himself.

The other reason the relationship had remained a secret was mostly because he was shy to even bring the topic up, plus Bucky never thought about dating, for a multitude of reasons. Aside from the danger and all that, he just didn’t consider himself dating material. Grumpy. Old. Staring problem. Didn’t know what a hash tag was. It was a miracle the team hadn’t shipped him off to a retirement home.

He hadn’t planned to start dating when he met you. It started with a trip to a small bakery after he was given the task to pick up Sam’s birthday cake two years ago. He knew he was a goner as soon as he saw the sweet girl at the counter, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back seeing your bright eyes, and a touch of flour on your nose. You slipped him an extra cup cake because the blue frosting matched his dreamy eyes. You then clapped a hand over your mouth when you realized you’d said the last bit out loud. You were fucking adorable.

He found himself going back often, always leaving with extra goodies you’d sneak into his bag. Of course he insisted on taking you out as a thank you for always giving him something extra. And then you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. So he returned your kiss with one to your nose. One to his chin. One to your forehead. And finally the sweetest one with your lips pressed together, standing outside of your door, reluctant to let go of each other. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you, his adorable little secret.

Sam’s face scrunched watching Bucky stare at his phone, trying to discreetly look at the picture you sent again. His cheeks heated up thinking about the way you’d attack him with kisses and cling onto him like a koala bear whenever he got back from missions.

The second the jet landed, he was speed walking to his room, again trying his best to keep a smile off his face. He quickly threw off his clothes, jumping into the shower and throwing on a clean set of clothes with in minutes moving as fast as he could so he could see you.

Everyone sat around the living room, sneaking glances at the all black outfit he had on, classic broody face, his bike helmet tucked under his hand as he left the building without making eye contact.

“Alright, what’s going on with Barnes?” Tony looked to Steve who looked as lost as everyone else. “He’s been quieter than normal, disappearing into the night, coming back in the mornings”

Steve shrugged; Bucky hadn’t told him anything out of the ordinary, though he did seem to be less irritable. Bucky became the topic of conversation as they tried to figure out what Bucky was up to.

“Maybe he’s seeing someone?”

“Who would date a silent moody staring machine”

“I mean if I was a girl…”

“What about if you were a girl…”

“He’s stares a lot but he’s hot! I could see how the whole lost puppy eyes and metal arm might be appealing”

“Puppy eyes?”

“He looks like one 90% of the time. Girls dig that; now pair that with his arm”

“You need help. Professional help”

“You’re telling me, if you were a girl, you wouldn’t hit that?”

“Ok ok, we can all agree he’s hot but a girlfriend? Don’t you have to be like…nice…smile…let people touch you without threatening to kill them?”

The team hummed in agreement, Bucky wasn’t the girlfriend type.

*****

You were wrapped up in your blanket with heard a knock at the door. It was late, you typically didn’t get visitors around this hour, unless…

You sprinted to the door, squealing and jumping into Bucky’s arms, nearly knocking over your sweet boyfriend. Bucky chuckled, burying his face in your neck, inhaling the sweet scene of vanilla that always lingered on your skin.

“Hey my angel” Bucky’s thick arms wrapped around you, sweeping you off your feet, kicking the door closed with his boot before carrying you over to your room. He peppered kisses all over your face till he reached your bed, flopping on top of you, pulling you close to him.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

*****

The team gathered downstairs, surprised to see Bucky arriving in the same outfit he was in yesterday. He wordlessly passed by them without sparing them a glance, the collar of his leather jacket coving his neck. Odd.

“So…what do we think he was up to now?”

“He’s in a biker gang”

“He’s in a cult”

“What’s wrong with you man?”

“More plausible than him having a girlfriend”

“Professional help. I’ll schedule you an appointment”

*****

Everyone gathered around the living room for a movie night, and while Bucky desperately wanted to ditch them and see you instead, he knew they were getting suspicious. He huffed, his arms crossed, pouting the entire time sitting on a bean bag while Steve bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the mini internal tantrum Bucky was throwing by himself.

Bucky groaned, getting up to grab another beer, reminding himself he’d be able to see you soon. Another hour of this and he’d be able to sneak out and cuddle you again, just one more hour. His phone rang, the lock screen lighting up on the coffee table. His phone never rang. Sam sat up wide eyed looking at the name that lit up on the top.

Pocket Angel

Everyone looked at each other wide eyed as the phone continued to ring.

“Answer it!” Tony hissed, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Do I look like I want to die?” Sam dead panned but he was curious too. And it was still ringing. And then stopped. And then a text message popped up.

See you soon bubba, I miss you x

“Oh my God, he actually has a girl friend!!” Sam howled, clapping a hand over his mouth when Bucky walked back, his eyes growing wide when he realized he left his phone back and there was a missed call.

“Whose your little pocket angel?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a shit eating grin on his face. Everyone stared at him, their eyes twinkling, smirking waiting for him to answer. Bucky’s face blushed a deep pink, stuttering, looking at the floor.

“I-I’m in a cult” Bucky groaned internally, you’re a trained assassin you absolute fuckwit.

“You’re in a cult…”

“Yup”

“Told you so”

“Will you shut up, tell us more. What is this cult about, what’s it called, whose the angel-

“I’m the angel?” Bucky rubbed a hand over his face; he didn’t even know why he was still trying to defend this.

“We know you have a girlfriend punk” Steve snorted while Bucky shifted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “No wonder you’ve been sneaking around everywhere”

A small smile crept on Bucky’s lips, immediately vanishing when everyone collectively aww’d and whistled at him.

“Awwww he’s blushing!” Sam clapped his hands wildly; cackling, absolutely loving the way Bucky was getting more and more flustered.

“Fine, I’m seeing someone, can we please drop it” He grumbled, his cheeks still dusted pink.

“Absolutely not, who is she, why haven’t we met her yet and when do we get to meet her” Tony gave Bucky a pointed look while everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, who’s the mystery girl who’s putting up with your mood ass”

“How long have you been seeing her for anyway”

“2 years” He mumbled, only to be met with a bunch of yelling and 3 cushions thrown to his head.

“WHAT THE HELL BARNES”

“2 YEARS?! 2 FUCKING YEARS?”

“Invite her for the next movie night, come on, please” Nat pleaded. She loved the team, she really did but it would be nice to have another girl around for a change.

“If I invite her over, will you all shut up?” Bucky huffed, running off to his room, while everyone else cheered. A teensy tiny very itty bitty part of him was secretly excited for you to meet everyone.

*****

Movie night

Bucky left the compound on his bike to get you. The team started laying out snacks, everyone giddy with excitement to meet the one who was able to make the super soldier blush. As much as they loved teasing Bucky, everyone had agreed amongst themselves to be on their best behaviour. They figured Bucky was still working on showing his emotions and physical touch was still probably sensitive area for him. However he acted around you wouldn’t be any of their business.

“So we all agree, no teasing him, no making them uncomfortable, no one’s going to call him out for being grumpy?”

Everyone nodded, grinning at each other when they heard the faint rumble of his bike pull to the compound.

You clambered off his bike, nervously clutching onto the bag of cookies you had baked for everyone. Of course you knew who the avengers were, and you’d heard plenty about them from Bucky. He tolerated loved them, you knew you didn’t have to be scared but you were anyway.

“You okay angel?” Bucky felt your hands tremble in his as you made your way towards the entrance.

“Just nervous” You whispered, as Bucky put his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you babydoll, nothing to be nervous about. I’m the one who should be nervous; they’ll see what a sweet heart you are and wonder what you’re doing with me”

“Nope, I love you too much” You giggled, leaning into him as he led you through the compound towards the living room where everyone was gathered. They turned around, staring at you wide eyed, poorly masking the shock on their face. They weren’t sure what they were expecting but this wasn’t it.

“Everyone, this is my sweet angel, y/n” First of all, Bucky was smiling. An actual smile. He had his arm around you, gently stroking your waist as he gazed at you with heart eyes.

“Hi” You were tucked into Bucky’s side, smiling shyly at them, your hand resting on his chest.

Everyone greeted you, blinking, trying to hide surprise. They honestly couldn’t tell what was more shocking; he called you angel, he was smiling, he had his arm around you, he had heart eyes for you, what the hell? They were definitely not prepared for what was to come later that night.

Also you were adorable. You were a little ray of sunshine and it was just all too much for the team to handle at once.

“You guys can start the movie, we’ll grab a few snacks and join in a sec” Bucky led you to the kitchen while everyone was struggling to keep from screaming.

“He called her angel?!” Nat squealed, unable to contain her excitement.

“She’s so fucking cute!” Sam sat flabbergasted, glancing over his shoulder, watching Bucky hug you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder, face buried in your neck.

You returned with the cookies on a plate (immediately all gone within seconds), sitting on the couch with Bucky as the movie started to play. You kept a bit of space between Bucky, not sure if he’d be comfortable with sitting to close to him when everyone else was round. You squeaked, feeling his arm pull you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. You giggled, feeling his beard tickle your skin as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Bucky it tickles” You whispered, squirming in his lap, to which he chuckled, holding onto you tighter.

“Too bad, want to cuddle with my baby” He smirked, peppering your cheek with kisses, completely in his own world with you. He cupped your cheek, pressing a sweet soft peck to your lips before you snuggled against him, relaxing in his hold.

No one. Absolutely no one paid attention to the movie, except you. Bucky’s focus was entirely on you, hugging you close to him, kissing you every chance he could get. Everyone else’s focus was on the two of you, specifically on Bucky and how love drunk he was for you.

“You want anything angel, I can make you some hot chocolate” Bucky wouldn’t have even been able to tell you the genre of the movie they were watching, all he wanted to do was cuddle with you and take care of you all night. “Come doll, I’ll make you some”

Bucky effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you into the kitchen, setting you onto the counter while he got started on heating up some milk.

“Who the hell is this guy” Tony hissed, whispering to Clint watching Bucky tuck a hair behind your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear.

“Seriously, can someone explain?” Tony looked to Steve who was blushing, watching Bucky swipe whipped cream onto your nose, kissing it off right after.

“He wasn’t like this in the 40’s, I can’t explain this”

When you both returned, Bucky pulled you into his lap again, his lips brushing your cheek.

“I love you” He whispered, while you giggled, your eyes still on the screen, his eyes on you. You hummed, your face heating up when he hugged you tighter.

“Doll, I love you” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, trailing kisses onto your skin.

“Bucky, watch the movie” You hissed, trying to contain you laugh over the way your needy boyfriend pouted, wanting you to say it back. He cupped your face to make you look at him, his cheeks flushed, a goofy grin on his face because he was so utterly in love with you. And you where here. With his family. He no longer had to keep it a secret, he could show you off to the entire world, his perfect sweet angel.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you my Bucky baby” You whispered, smiling softly, wrapping your arms around him, kissing his forehead before snuggling into his chest, sleep starting to creep up on you. You let out a little yawn, to which Bucky grabbed the fuzzy throw blanket, pulling it on top of you.

“You sleepy baby?” You shook your head, though you closed your eyes, the warmth of his arms and the steady beat of his heart started to lull you to sleep. Bucky smiled at the way you were curled up on him, kissing the top of your head, stroking your hair while you slept. “M’so lucky to have you angel”

A whimper and obscene snorting noise interrupted everyone’s focus from you and Bucky, Tony, Nat and Clint, turning around to see Steve reach for the box of tissues, grabbing one before passing it to Sam, quickly dabbing his eyes and blowing his nose.

“For fucks sake, are you two crying?!” Clint’s face scrunched up looking at Sam trying to discreetly wipe his eyes, sniffling into his tissue.

“I-It’s the movie” He stuttered, Steve nodding his head vigoursly in agreement.

“We were watching Rush Hour, what the hell were you crying about” Tony snorted, turning off the TV and the movie came to an end. The team looked back to the couch where Bucky had also fallen asleep, with you tucked safely in his arms.

“They’re so cute” Nat gushed, seeing you nuzzle into Bucky’s chest even in your sleep.

“So that’s his little secret” Clint mused, as everyone started to quietly get up, not watching to disturb you both.

“You okay there ice pop?” Tony snickered looking at Steve who was looking at you both like a proud mother hen. Steve nodded, sniffling watching the two of you snuggle each other, blissfully in love. The name Bucky had for you was perfect, you really were his angel.

Adding this mini bonus because I can see it happening, @anghstybean you inspired this 🥺

He’s such a teddy bear.

Imagine you come around the compound more and the team sees just how soft he is for you.

Sam and Tony collectively lose their minds when they hear you call him Bucky bear, baby bear, cinnamon roll, Jamie, he’s too in love with you to care that they call him that now too.

Imagine the hydra agents face when Tony tells baby bear to go to the west wing and they see all 6ft + of the winter soldier burst through the door.

Pillow forts. Esp after missions.

He cooks for you on his days off (and it’s amazing, Sam’s sister has taught him a few things)

Foot rubs. Back rubs. He kisses each toe while gently squeezing your feet. He grazes your back while lying down on his chest, the both of you watching TV.

And it never gets easier for the team to watch because just when they think they’ve seen it all, Bucky does some cute shit and their surprised all over again.

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed! (also this is an 18+ blog, I can’t tag nameless/ageless blogs)

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monaco blues - Marcus Armstrong

At first I think I have to apologize to whoever asked for the Dennis fic because I have decided to put it on ice for a while until I actually like what I'm writing again, sorry for that :(

Here's a lil Marcus fic, including smut, unprotected sex (pls don't do that in real life!) and fluff :)

Marcus Armstrong x reader; As Marcus returns to Monaco for the F2 race he keeps an eye out for a certain someone who had made his previous visit an unforgettable experience

You had had sex multiple times that night: The night you should have regretted immediately afterwards.

But how could you possibly regret a night in which you had had multiple orgasms without having to fake it once, though?

Why should you have regretted it anyways?

Maybe because the guy you had hooked up with was none other than Marcus Armstrong, as you had only found out the next morning.

Your social media had already been overflowing: someone had spotted Marcus leaving the club in Monte Carlo with you in his arm.

The caption had made you stop in your tracks:

“Spotted: Marcus Armstrong leaving the Royal Club in Monte Carlo with mystery girl #5 on his arm… seems like the Kiwi is really enjoying his holidays ;)”

Seeing that post on Instagram had given you enough reason to regret the whole night, sneaking out of his hotel room as quiet and fast as possible.

After that shocking revelation it came as no surprise that you were enraged.

First: He had lied to you about who he was.

Second: You hated being another number on his list.

Another girl he had successfully seduced into pleasuring him. So obviously all that rage quickly focused on him, keeping him in your mind for weeks to come even though all you wanted to do was forget about him. Him. Marcus Armstrong.

Kiwi F2 driver, not an ordinary engineer like he had told you.

The man who had you a moaning mess beneath him the whole night.

Often times you’d dream of him… of his hands on your body, his lips in all the right places and his damn raspy voice.

It had made you furious that your were somehow still constantly reminded of his existence when you were so determined to delete him from your memory forever.

As time passed though, you found yourself thinking about that night less frequently, finally managing to banish Marcus into the darkest depths of your mind.

Weeks and months flew by, you were buried deep in your studies and barely had any time or piece of mind to spare for him.

Your primary rage had finally died down, being able to cope with all the Formula 2 pages on Instagram still tagging you in Marcus-related photos.

Thankfully your account had been set to private from the beginning so no one could actually see your photos and you had had the great joy of declining Marcus’ follow request the morning after.

So things were looking up for you again, especially since you had just taken your last exam before summer break in May.

You were on your way back home on your bike, riding through the streets of Monaco with your bag over your shoulder and the biggest smile on your face when suddenly you had to stop.

The road was closed.

You frowned, before asking the man standing behind the barrier what was going on.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you cannot go through here. Tomorrow’s the first day of the Monaco Grand Prix. Important people will be coming and going constantly.”, he shrugged with an apologetic smile.

You sighed.

It was just your luck: Having to take an alternative route around the paddock area which would take you an additional ten minutes.

And that was when you saw it: A huge truck with the Formula 2 logo on it passing the barrier.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Excuse me, sir. Is Formula 2 racing here this weekend as well?”

Your heart dropped when the man nodded.

If Formula 2 was here, he was here too.

Suddenly there was a weird sour taste on your tongue, the huge smile from earlier wiped off your face just like that.

Today was supposed to be such a good day but instead you were slapped in the face by something Marcus-related yet again.

Great.

You thanked the man behind the barrier and took the alternative route, not able to stop your mind from already making up the wildest scenarios of possible ways of meeting Marcus again.

Under no circumstances did you want to see him again, no matter how good the sex had been. You could feel the anger building up inside you again just reliving the morning after.

Finding out he had been lying to you, exposing you to the media without you knowing.

So the decision was clear: This next weekend would be spent at home, only occasionally leaving your apartment to go get food. Because you knew just how easy it was running into someone in the small streets of Monte Carlo, so you would not take the risk of encountering him.

However, your best friend had other plans.

That same evening she would not stop talking you into going out with her.

Of course, all of your friends had taken their last exam today, too, so there was a good reason to celebrate.

You had also wanted nothing more but to go out again after having spent many many evenings studying at home. But that was before you had found out Marcus was in the same town as you again.

Somehow your best friend still managed to drag you to the club, though. The night was spent always keeping a watchful eye out for a certain Kiwi, but you were in luck.

Everything went smoothly and you actually allowed yourself to have fun again.

Only then did you realize how stupid your fear of meeting Marcus had been. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of meeting him, in fact it should be the other way around.

Because if you ever saw him again so help you god would you give him a piece of your mind. And it would not be pretty.

So thanks to your new mindset and confidence you found yourself in the club once again on Sunday night after the Monaco Grand Prix.

You were already a few drinks deep, dancing with your girl friends in the middle of the club, the alcohol taking away any shame you might have felt when grinding your hips against your best friend’s.

She let her hands wander over your body seductively, from your short top over the white skirt you had thrown on.

It looked hot, no question in that, but what you didn’t know at that point was that he was watching.

Marcus had been watching you the whole time, from when you’d first stepped into the club to now. Of course he had hoped to see you again, after waking up to an empty bed a few months ago.

At first he had been confused as to why you had left without saying anything, then it had dawned on him what had happened and he immediately cursed himself for being so stupid to think lying to you would be a good idea.

Sadly, one look at his phone had confirmed his worries.

Although it was helpful that the internet had so quickly found your Instagram account, it had been a slap in the face when you had declined his follow request.

There had been some horrible headlines out there and he had wanted nothing more than to explain everything to you.

Yes, he had been hooking up with different girls almost every night during that trip but that had immediately stopped after your night together.

Because the moment he had laid eyes on you he knew he was done for.

Everything about you was perfect, leaving him with the want for more.

He wanted all of you, not just the amazing sex.

But it had been too late and so Marcus had been left with his own memories of that night, replaying it over and over in his mind.

So naturally you were all he could focus on when he realized you were in the same club as him, dancing only a few meters away from him, having the time of your life.

You looked hotter than ever, unholy thoughts racing in his mind immediately.

His weekend had been one of his best ones in Formula 2 so far so his mood had been good already, but seeing you really was the icing on the cake.

He just had to wait for the right moment to finally talk to you… and maybe have another drink to boost his confidence. Because he had no idea how to approach you.

You were so unpredictable, Marcus couldn’t for the life of him read you.

“Mate, check out Clem, he’s wasted!”, Felipe exclaimed, throwing his arm around Marcus, pulling Marcus’ attention away from you momentarily.

An amused smile found its way onto Marcus’ face as he watched Felipe run over to Clem to hand him another drink.

Felipe really was a nightmare friend to party with, Marcus had understood that fairly quickly.

With a grin still on his face, Marcus turned his head back to you, searching for a white skirt in the crowd…. And his face dropped.

Your white skirt was no longer pushed up against the girl you had been dancing with but another guy’s hand was snaked around your waist, your back turned towards Marcus.

He could feel the jealousy bubbling up almost immediately until he noticed that your arms were indeed not around the guy’s neck.

Instead, you were awkwardly trying to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Relief flushed through Marcus, but the stranger did not get your message, bringing you closer to him again.

That was it.

Marcus downed his own drink, making his way across the dance floor to where you were standing.

His hands found their way around your waist, the movement feeling so natural to him.

“Having fun, babe?”

Both you and the other guy looked at him with equal confusion, both your eyes widening at the same time as the two of you recognized him.

“You’re…”, the guy muttered, immediately letting go of you. Marcus squeezed your waist, hoping to relax you.

“Marcus Armstrong, yes. If you’d please stop harassing my girlfriend that would be very kind of you.”, Marcus gave the stranger a friendly but deadly smile, making him turn around to quickly disappear after a quick apology.

As soon as the guy was gone you pulled Marcus’ arms off your hips, turning around with a displeased look on your face. Yes, you were thankful the other guy was gone but you did not like the guy standing in front of you now either.

“Since when am I your girlfriend, huh?”, you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Since other guys are touching you.”, Marcus responded taken aback.

“Well goodbye then, babe.”, you gave him a fake smile before turning around to disappear into the crowd.

However he reacted quickly, grabbing your arm to spin you around once again.

“Wait! Can we at least talk?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“About what? The fact that you lied to me or the fact that the whole world knows I slept with you?”

Marcus knew you were right.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. I just panicked when I first saw you because you looked so fucking gorgeous and I didn’t want to fuck it up…”, he stammered, talking fast because he didn’t know how much longer you’d still talk to him.

“But you did. You fucked up everything, Marcus.”, you sounded hurt and Marcus hated that he was the reason for it.

“I know…I never meant for any of it to happen, I swear, but…this is me asking you for a second chance. Please.”, he looked down at his hand on your arm, then back at you.

You didn’t know what to say, your brain not functioning properly anymore from the alcohol.

All you knew was that you definitely didn’t hate him even though every part of you wanted you to hate him.

And you should… but you didn’t.

“You lied to me.”, you took a step towards him, looking into his eyes.

“Thanks to you I still get messages from random people on the internet on a daily basis.”, another step towards him.

You were now close enough to feel his hot breath as he looked down at you, not daring to break the eye contact. “Thanks to you my standards are so fucking high when it comes to sex.”, your drunken mind took over as your hand came up to his chest, feeling his heart beating almost as fast as your own did.

Neither of you knew what was going to happen next, yet you both knew exactly where you’d end up this night.

“I fucking hate you.”, both your hands now rested against his chest, still keeping the eye contact. Marcus gulped audibly.

“And I hate that I still want you.”

Then you stood on your tiptoes, your hands finding his neck to pull him down to finally connect your lips. Marcus didn’t need much time to adjust, his hands naturally finding your waist again, pulling you into him tightly.

When his tongue slipped into your mouth you unfortunately had to admit how much you had missed this feeling of absolute electricity and excitement flowing through your body.

A feeling only Marcus’ touch could evoke.

Your hands started playing with his hair while his hands found your ass, occasionally slipping under the skirt, making you moan into his mouth.

Marcus could feel himself getting hard within seconds, which wasn’t a surprise to him seeing as he’d pleasured himself many times thinking of you in the past couple of months.

“You wanna go somewhere else?”, you whispered into the kiss, Marcus nodding immediately.

You pulled apart and he looked at you again with…adoration in his eyes?

Then he took your hand in his, leading you out of the club, where a lot of people where currently waiting for taxis to arrive.

As you waited for your taxi in the cold, away from any curious eyes, you let go of his hand to hug yourself, spending you some warmth. Monaco at night could be freezing, especially when you were only in a short top and skirt.

Marcus noticed your shivering, but didn’t have a jacket to offer you since he’d only come in his shirt.

“Come here, you’re freezing.”, he pulled you close to him, encasing you in his arms delicately. Your hands rested against his chest as you looked up at him.

Only then did you realize that it was going to hurt like hell, leaving him tomorrow, knowing he would forget about you soon enough.

“What are you thinking about?”, he smirked, giving you a peck to the lips.

Quickly you shook off your sadness and intrusive thoughts because you didn’t want to show your vulnerability, shaking your head.

“Nothing..it’s just cold.”, you forced a smile on your face before burying your head in his chest to avoid his gaze. Marcus knew something was off by the tone of your voice and the half smile you had put on, he just couldn’t pinpoint it, which is why he decided to let it go.

If you wanted to tell him, eventually you would.

Then Marcus got a text.

“Our taxi isn’t going to be here for another thirty minutes, they’ve blocked some roads.”, he groaned, letting his head fall back. You chewed on your lip, looking back up at him.

“We could go to my place..”, you suggested shyly, catching his attention.

Obviously he hadn’t considered that option yet.

“It’s only a five minute walk from here.”, you added, watching as he contemplated the option.

Then he nodded, letting you take the lead while he intertwined your fingers again.

On your way to the apartment the tension and anticipation almost became unbearable so it came as no surprise that Marcus had you pushed up against the nearest wall, kissing you deeply as soon as you had closed the door behind him.

You moaned as he pressed himself against you, feeling his erection against your core.

Your hands toyed with his hair, pulling slightly at his roots as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere.

He sucked and bit at your neck, making you writhe under his touch while his hands roamed your body, coming to a hold at your ass.

He had so desperately been craving to touch you for the past months, he felt like an addict.

First he lifted one of your legs around his waist, gripping your thigh as if you were his own personal drug: not able to get enough of you, of your body. “Jump.”, he whispered into your ear, his free hand already on its way to your other thigh. When you wrapped both your legs around him, he pushed you into the wall even further to hoist you up properly.

His face was now at the perfect height to attack your cleavage, kissing and sucking his way to your nipples.

“Marcus..”, you moaned, your mind already hazy.

He responded by finally reaching his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside quickly.

Your hips bucked into him at his touch, making him smirk against your skin because he knew he had full control over you.

“Already so wet for me?”, he asked, cockily leaning his head back to look at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up and touch me.”, you pulled his head towards you again, connecting your lips to a fiery kiss. However, he decided to tease you a little while longer, letting his digits ghost over your clit.

“What’s the magic word, darling?”, he smirked once again, enjoying your frustrated expression. You weren’t going to give in to his dominance play though. At least not yet.

“If you won’t touch me I can gladly touch myself.”, you replied, trying to free yourself from his grip.

Marcus was quick to tighten his grip though, giving you a challenging look as he pressed you against the wall harder.

“We both know it wouldn’t be the same though.”, he started peppering your neck with kisses, your body reacting to his touch automatically, arching your back towards him even though you didn’t want to.

You could feel him smile against the crook of your neck, so you pulled his hair back rather harshly, forcing him to lean his head back with a groan.

As you kept him from kissing you it was now your turn to smirk at him.

“Fine. No touching means no kissing then.”

Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You know you can be a fucking brat sometimes.”

To this you only smiled, knowing you had him right where you wanted because you noticed his gaze wandering in-between your tits and eyes again, hungry for your skin.

“Are you gonna touch me then?”, you asked impatiently, batting your eyelashes at him innocently all while stilling having a grip on his hair, keeping him at a safe distance.

You thought he was about to give in, lose this battle, but you had been wrong.

Instead of finally pushing his fingers inside you, he placed you back down, letting go of your hips. Confused, you went to say something but were quickly cut off by him grabbing your hips, turning you around to push your front to the wall, his cock now pressing against your ass.

However, you couldn’t help but smile.

You liked it when Marcus gave you the control but you loved his dominant side even more.

Of course Marcus didn’t miss your smile either, letting out a small laugh.

“That’s what I thought.”

As you weren’t really in a position to touch him yourself, your only option was grinding against his cock as best as you could.

Marcus let out a heavy breath which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

His hand wrapped around your hair, holding you in place as his other hand wandered up your ass under your skirt.

He flipped the skirt up, exposing your ass to him so that he could lay a sharp slap to your ass, making you gasp.

“That’s for not following orders, darling.”, he tsked, soothing the spot with his hand.

“Look so good for me tonight.”, he groaned, taking in the view of your half naked ass.

“Only for you..”, you hoped to get him to touch you again.

Unimpressed, Marcus let out a raspy laugh.

“No shit, this pussy is mine.”, suddenly his hand came around your waist to cup your pussy, making your hips buck into his hand. “Please, Marcus..”, you moaned, throwing all of your previous intentions out of the window to finally beg for him.

“Please what? Use your words, love.”, Marcus had a cocky smirk plastered on his face again, knowing he’d won this round.

You rolled your eyes but decided to surrender, being too desperate for his touch.

“Please touch me, Marcus. Need your fingers inside me.”

That was all it took to have Marcus’ fingers pull your slip aside, this time wasting no time in entering you.

You pressed your ass even further against his cock at the sensation, making him grow even harder.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”, he asked with a smug look on his face, moving his fingers faster inside you while his hand that was in your hair came around to cup your chin.

He turned your face to look back at him, giving you a sloppy kiss of appreciation.

Then his hand went to massage your clit, pulling another loud moan from you.

“Not sure how much longer I can last…”, you gasped, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Marcus sped up his fingers just until your head fell back onto his shoulder: The sign that you were about to cum.

So he pulled his fingers out of you quickly, leaving you frustrated and empty.

“Marcus..”, you cried out immediately, a tear falling from your eye over the ruined orgasm.

But Marcus only rolled his eyes.

“Will you stop whining?”, he retorted in a rather annoyed voice, pulling down your skirt and panties as well as his own pants.

You waited in anticipation as Marcus stroked his rock hard cock before he let it glide through your folds.

He pushed you back against the wall, his free hand around your neck. Your legs wanted to give out from the sensation of the ruined orgasm still looming over you, but Marcus held you in place firmly.

Even now he couldn’t stop the teasing though: not entering you yet, even though he saw your pleading face, his own dick twitching in his hand.

He let his cock swipe through your folds again, gathering all your wetness before finally pushing into you.

The moan you let out as he entered you was a sound Marcus would replay often times when he’d pleasure himself in the future.

For a moment he stilled his movements, giving you enough time to adjust. “Ready?”, as he kissed the spot beneath your ear you shivered, nodding eagerly.

“Want you to fuck-”, you replied, the rest of your sentence being lost in a moan because he started thrusting into you at a steady fast pace.

Your mouth hang wide open, feeling him grab your ass tightly, guiding your hips towards his cock while he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck.”, he hissed when you clenched around him, his hand coming up to your neck to pull your back against him.

The new angle had him hitting all the right spots inside you, making your legs shake.

“You like that?”, he smirked, applying light pressure to your neck.

However your brain wasn’t exactly able to form sentences right now so you didn’t answer, giving him a moan instead. But that didn’t satisfy Marcus.

He squeezed your neck harder, his other hand finding your clit while he kept his relentless pace.

“Answer me.”, he growled into your ear, a squeal escaping your lips as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

“Yes. Fuck yes!”, you exclaimed as he filled you up completely, pushing you further against the wall again as he stilled his movements inside you.

“That’s my girl.”, he smiled contently, continuing thrusting into you again.

He had you right where he wanted and you both knew it.

“Now be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?”, his fingers played with your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his cock once again in response.

You couldn’t see it but he was truly struggling not to cum before you because the feeling of you around his cock was a feeling like no other.

So he sped his fingers up, rubbing circles on your clit whilst your legs almost gave out under you.

He noticed you struggling to stand on your own quickly, his hand that had grabbed your neck now finding its way back to your hip, holding you in place.

“Wish you could see yourself right now: Taking my cock so well, such a slut for me.”, he grunted, knowing his words were all you needed to send you over the edge.

And he was right: A string of curse words fell from your mouth before he felt you clenching around him, riding out your high.

It took everything in him not to cum inside you right then when you were milking his cock so good, but tonight he wanted your mouth.

Wanted to see you on your knees for him.

When he felt you coming down from your high, he pulled out of you, turning you around to him. You already knew what he wanted, giving him a lazy kiss before getting on your knees.

His cock was painfully hard and dripping from your own wetness. Quickly you sucked him clean, tasting your own juices.

Then you started to take him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Marcus’ hands gripped your hair, holding it back into a makeshift ponytail as he threw his head back at the feeling of your lips around his cock.

It was the most incredible feeling and a feeling Marcus didn’t ever want to miss again.

He looked back down at you, giving him the best head of his life all while looking so fucking beautiful.

“That’s it, darling.”, he praised, his dick twitching in your mouth as you moaned around him.

“Gonna fuck your face, yeah?”, he waited until you nodded before he started moving his hips to hit the very back of your throat with his tip.

Even though tears were falling from your eyes and your were already gagging you held on to his thighs, knowing this was all he needed to cum.

And just as you had predicted, he came only moments later, you swallowing his cum without hesitation.

“Fuck, baby…”, he cursed, running a hand through his hair.

When he came down from his high, he pulled you back up on your feet, holding your waist tightly because he knew your legs were still shaking.

He sent you a beaming, fucked out smile before kissing you in the softest way possible.

No dominance play, no lip biting, only his soft lips on yours and his hands around your waist. It made you melt right into his touch, leaning against him as your hands held on to his neck.

You squealed when he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso automatically.

With your help, he managed to navigate around your apartment and eventually find your bedroom to lay you down on your bed.

Just seeing the hungry look he gave you as he towered over you was enough to make you horny again, knowing exactly this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be screaming his name tonight.

The sun shone through your half-closed blinds, making you blink.

In your half asleep state you replayed yesterday’s events, mentally preparing yourself to wake up to an empty bed.

It would hurt like a bitch, that was for sure.

But you couldn’t really blame Marcus for leaving, because you had done the exact same thing to him.

And besides, you guys weren’t even together so he really had no reason to spend more time with you than necessary.

It wasn’t until you heard a deep grumbling sound behind you that you noticed the arm draped around your waist, pulling you close towards Marcus’ chest.

He had stayed?

Confused, you turned around in his arms to look at him.

He had been sleeping before, but thanks to your sudden movement he started blinking, too, until he could open his eyes fully.

“Good morning.”, he smiled when he saw you looking at him.

You worked your brain overtime but still didn’t understand the reasoning behind Marcus still laying here with you.

“Why are you still here?”

That was about all you could say at the moment.

Yesterday you had been so sure that this was going to be another one night stand with ties being cut between the two of you again the next morning.

Marcus’ smile dropped, an insecure look on his face now.

“Should I leave?”, he asked, a trace of disappointment in his voice, which confused you even more.

“No, don’t!”, quickly your hand came up to cup his face.

“I mean…er…you can leave.. if you want to.”, you added, just as insecure as Marcus, beginning to take your hand off his face again.

But Marcus held your hand in place, kissing the inside of your hand.

“No, no. I don’t want to..If that’s ok with you..”

You couldn’t help but laugh, making Marcus frown in confusion.

“My god, we really are stupid, aren’t we?”, your laughter made Marcus’ frown turn into a wide smile again.

He pulled you even closer into him, connecting your lips to a kiss.

And it just felt so right that you knew you couldn’t let him go. Not today, not ever again.

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