#sweet reader 💕

[sunflowersoldat]

First of all thank you for all of that I really needed it! That was absolutely wonderful to come back to after being gone for a while 💕😂

No honestly tho, they fucked Steve’s character up when they made him leave. To me it was completely out of character. So why not make um an asshole to match! It was a lot of fun to explore that side of him honestly.

And listennnn I definitely could have given that to the reader, but at this time I was a baby writer and out of my comfort zone. Might be something I explore later tho…… 🤔🤭

Again thank you for reading I’m glad you enjoyed it! 💕💕💕

Bring You Home Master List

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Winter soldier x reader, 40's Bucky x reader

Series warnings : bad language words, light smut, violence, death. Read the chapter warnings :)

Main Master List

Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Nightmares

Before we go

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11 (ending)

Damage control

[burningupp]

Hi bb! I just wanted to let you know that I’m glad you’re posting again and I’m excited for the continuation of Yellow! Please remember to take care of yourself 💕

hi!! thank you so much, I'm so excited to be back as well ❤️ thank you thank you thank you, this encouragement made my day 😭❤️

[calebrity]

you are such a talented writer—literally art through words

i have got to ask: how was/is sylus during your pregnancy? how does he feel seeing your body change to accommodate growing his big babies?

also, does she end up giving him a girl? do they end up having even more? 🤭

ohhh thank you dear thats so sweet to hear!! 🥹💖 pls take this lil drabble as a long answer lol :,) [based off this fic] CW: slight yandere, pregnancy, suggestive, dubious feelings

hehe OKAY so sylus is super attentive to mc we’ve established that!! also i don’t wanna say he falls more in love with you bc that’s quite literally impossible- he’s already down atrocious. but that’s not to say something inside him doesn’t soften and melt into a puddle whenever he sees your belly bump or rubs it reverently with his hand. your pregnancy both reminds him to be strong, to be that one grounding force in your life, the thing both you and your blossoming family can lean on- but at the same time it brings the epiphany that he’s just a man at the end of the day… and if one thing will make him weak, it’s his wifey <3

but to concisely answer your question: sylus is possessive, yes- hawk-like in the way he watches over you, but he’s also very soft. he knows and hates that he can’t be around the base all the time for you (if life was simpler, he’d be glued to your side 24/7), especially when you’re at your most vulnerable, too big to properly move, hormonal and requiring some sort of aid- emotional or physical- around the clock.

luke and kieran help where they can and sylus silently entrusts that they’ll hold the fort down while he’s gone, but even then, papa isn’t the keenest on the idea of the boys lingering around you for long periods of time,… especially when he isn’t there as well. it’s not that he worries they’ll make some sort of move on you or anything (God knows they’d sooner wish death upon themselves than to lay a hand on sylus’s girl), but more so that you’ll grow a little too lenient on them. he’s not an incredibly jealous guy,.. but the streak is certainly there.

sylus thinks there’s something undeniably intimate in it as well: his beautiful wife pregnant with his kin, relying solely and fully on him. it deepens your bond, and your trust in him (and ultimately your affection, he hopes).

oh and seeing your body change and reshape itself to accommodate his kids ABSOLUTELY drives him crazy. you’ll be insecure and whatnot, subconsciously trying to wrap yourself in baggy clothes (his massive wardrobe making that very convenient), walking around the manor with a blanket draped over your shoulders, not meeting his eyes when sylus inevitably can’t keep his hands off for any longer and brings you to bed. but he’ll kiss away those tears you can’t help from falling and croon at your ear, his hands will appreciatively roam over all those new curves you loathe and he’ll be super super gentle when he fucks you... tell you the sweetest things- purring reassurance in that velvety, deep voice of his as his lips meld lovingly with yours.

seeing you a lil plump, extra soft and vulnerable- round with his children- makes it near impossible to keep a level head around you but he does his best. you’re always the priority, even when it feels like he’ll cum in his pants like a teenager when you slot yourself in his arms and bashfully guide his big hands toward your aching, swollen breasts. someone is standing at attention immediately.

ahem. also… this outcome can be imagined in another way, that’s completely fine wit me— but in my head, sylus DOES end up getting the precious baby girl he wanted. is he satisfied? oh one hundred freakin percent. for… how long? eh. maybe anywhere from half a year to twelve months before that baby fever kicks right back in and puts reader on her ASS. poor exhausted woman is furious at him for constantly nudging her towards having a bigger family; but to be fair, sylus won’t actually voice those returning wants until weeks or months down the line, for that exact reason. he doesn’t wanna piss her off too bad haha.

this time around he’ll try to cushion the blow by saying ‘oh but we have two boys and only one girl- we need just one more to tie the numbers up. our little sweetheart will hate us if we don’t give her someone to play dolls with, dont you think?’ or some nonsense like that. im sorry but to me, sylus wants a big family. i dunno i just think that man WANTS DESPERATELY for mc to domesticate his crazy ass!!! a bunch of trifling lil toddlers scampering around his home seems like a great way to do that! i mean, if not, what else would his house be so massive for? honestly, you’d both just be wasting the space otherwise :(

in any case, your mean pouty face can’t fool sylus. you absolutely adore those little ragamuffins he gave you and will give you. there’s no denying that. <3

[starlitvoyeur]

Imagine if there was another member on the crew aboard the Tulpar and meeting Daisuke. He’s a sweet, charismatic, and silly dude and y’all connect almost instantly. Inside jokes, teaming up on game nights, sharing hoarded sweeteners (although it’s very tough on your soul). However when you were first introduced you kept calling him Daisuki; and he never had the heart to tell you it’s wrong. Just a slight mispronunciation that sounds close enough right? The rest of the crew side eye him as if to say “that’s not right?” And he desperately side eyes all of them “PLEASE STAY QUIET” Anya thinks it’s kinda cute and keeps her mouth shut but there’s something in her expression that doesn’t quite look right. Curly taunts him Relentlessly. Swansea right behind him, saying that the kids these days are so ridiculous and so avoidant and just messes with Daisuke just after you walk by. Jimmy just raises an eyebrow but doesn’t seem to care too much about it… he asks every once in a while how the two of you are handling being on the ship and you answer so freely “everything’s going great! Daisuki and I really appreciate you guys being so understanding with us newbies :)” and Jimmy just nods and looks at Daisuke and replies “glad to hear it. Later Daisuki” and walks off leaving Daisuke a little embarrassed and blushy

[baby-yongbok]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do fake texts of “skz when they find out from another ember you like them” have an amazing day and thankyou for all your work❤️

❤️ SKZ!Fake Texts - Finding out that you have a crush on them from someone else❤️

Genre: Fluff with some spice

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Warnings: Seungmin's texts are suggestive for just a split second, Playful mentions of wanting to unalive yourself, playful mention of planning to unalive or fight the members, Jisung is cringe asf

Chan

Lee Know/ Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

[totalswag]

Love your writing! So good!! Could you do one where the reader and Rafe have not been dating for long, only for about two weeks or so, and she is very insecure and doesn´t understand why he ever approached her to ask her out in the first place. She isn´t the most outgoing and thinks she is quite plain looking, comparing herself to all the much prettier girls (in her opinion) at parties that she evidently thinks he will leave her for and so she she starts to distance herself to make it hurt less

unworthy doubts — RAFE CAMERON

authors note first off, thank you so much. you don’t know how much that means to me. to all of you reading this right now; please know how important you're in this world. youre beautiful on the inside and outside in your own unique way 🤍.

summary questioning and comparing yourself to other girls while wondering why your boyfriend, rafe cameron, chose you.

warnings insecure, comparing, mentions of parties, crying, doubt.

Rafe Cameron and you started dating for almost a month; it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a relationship. Although it’s in the early stages of your relationship, you haven’t felt this way.

However, your insecurities felt like they'd been with you forever.

Rafe's confidence and charisma seemed to effortlessly command whatever room he entered. You felt invisible; blending into the background. Comparing yourself to other girls at parties; pretty smile, makeup, etc.

What could rafe see in you?

The worries had recently gotten stronger, a constant voice in the back of your head. When you saw Rafe taking to someone or laughing too hard at someone’s joke, the voice whispers became louder.

You stood against the railing of Tannyhill watching at the sunset in your own thoughts. The breeze felt nice and it felt like good time to enjoy the moment.

"Hey," Rafe's voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump slightly. He joined you at the railing with a troubled expression on his face. "You have been quiet recently. Is everything alright?

Rafe noticed your change in attitude in the previous three days. He had asked if everything was fine, but you refused to talk about it. Tonight, he wants answers. He's concerned about you.

You forced a smile, but it did not reach your eyes. "Yeah, I am fine." Just... exhausted, I suppose."

Rafe did not appear convinced. He stretched out and carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You know you can speak with me, right? If something is bothering you, please let me know.”

Your heart sunk as you heard those words. Deep down, you want to open up to him and express your feelings. You don't want to come across as undesirable and make him think differently of you.

You felt words spilling out, but you remained silent.

"Y/N, I feel like you're pulling away from me." "Is it something I said or did?" He creaked "Please let me know, baby."

"It's not you, Rafe," you eventually confessed, the words rushing out before you could stop them. "It's me." I just don't understand why you chose me. I am not like the other gals. I'm not as attractive, outgoing, or—"

Rafe cut you off, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that what you think? That I don't realize how magnificent you are?"

Rafe's thoughts were all over the place. Seeing tears gather in the corner of your eyes caused him to cry.

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling tears form in your eyes, and down your cheeks. Not bothering drying them off.

"It's difficult for me to not to think about that when I'm constantly comparing myself to these girls" you ramble on when Rafe cuts you off.

Rafe approached, holding your face in his hands. "Look at me," he murmured quietly, waiting for you to meet his eyes. "I asked you out because I like who you are. You are nice and intelligent, and you make me laugh like no one else can. You are attractive to me both inside and out. And if you can't see it yet, I'll spend as much time as necessary to show you."

His words struck you like a tsunami, removing any doubts and anxieties that had been building up. You took a nervous breath as tears finally poured over.

You bury your face against his chest, letting out your sobs and putting your arms around his body; Rafe gently strokes your back, rocking you both side to side and whispers nice words into your ear to calm you down. 

"I can't afford to lose you," you whine against his chest.

"Baby, you will not lose me; I will be with you every step of the way," Rafe says before kissing the top of your head several times.

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[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Okay but imagine Bucky being the little spoon for the first time 💕

Bucky was touch-avoidant at first.

You'd known that since your first date.

And you could hardly blame him for it. Positive human contact wasn't something he'd had much of in his life. At least, not for the last few decades. Not only had HYDRA left scars on his body and mind, but there were some etched so deeply in his soul that he thought they'd never heal. Ones that left him freezing up every time a hand reached out to him, terrified that it would cause him pain.

It had taken him months to do something as innocent as hold your hand.

And even longer for you to stop hating yourself after an attempt to touch his face had him flinching away from you.

(He knew you would never hurt him, he'd told you, but it broke your heart to know that he was so used to pain that an open hand coming towards his face had him expecting to get hit.)

You were more than willing to go at his pace, to take things as slowly as he needed. Bucky never understood why you stayed with someone who shied away from human contact, but you did. You were there for him through every therapy session, every night he woke up screaming, offering him words of comfort, a cup of tea, and the knowledge that he wasn't suffering alone. You were more than okay with taking as much as he was willing to give, never pushing his boundaries. You made him feel good, made him feel safe. He never dreamed he would say that about someone again.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to let you in. It started with holding your hand, then letting you lay on his shoulder while you watched TV, little kisses on the cheek and quick hugs, letting you play with his hair, eventually graduating to full-on cuddling and sharing a bed. Now he welcomed you sitting on his lap or laying on his chest, always holding you as close as physically possible.

Bucky loved you more than he could ever put into words, you were his anchor, his guiding light, his everything. You saw him for who he was, all of his scars and walls and edges, and you still wanted him. Still loved him. And that meant the world to him.

However, as the two of you got closer, you noticed one thing was becoming increasingly obvious:

He was deeply touch-starved.

Now that he welcomed human contact again, you noticed that Bucky almost always wanted it. He pulled you into his arms the second you came home from work, rarely letting you go. If you two were sitting on the couch together, you were immediately nestled against him, your head on his shoulder. He'd lay on your lap sometimes when you watched a movie together, dosing off with his arm wrapped around your legs as you ran your fingers through his hair. At night you really didn't even need your pillow anymore, Bucky's chest was more comfortable.

And this wasn't something you had a problem with.

Hell, if you had it your way you would never leave his arms.

But still, you want to do more for him. To give him the safety and comfort that you get from him holding you every moment of the day.

Which brings you to tonight.

It started like any other night, the two of you cuddled up under a blanket watching TV until you started to nod off. Bucky carrying you to the bedroom when you dramatically insisted you were to tired to walk the whole 25 feet at most, and the two of you getting ready for bed. But when he laid down beside you and reached out to pull you to his chest and hold you to sleep like he did every night, you stopped him.

"Hey, let's try something different tonight," you smiled softly. Bucky nodded, looking at you with concerned, nervous eyes. You opened your arms, "c'mere, Baby."

He cocked an eyebrow, but still awkwardly shifted towards you. You wrapped him in a hug, pulling him close to you and cradling his head against your chest.

Bucky tensed in your embrace. For all his romantic exploits in the 40s, this was entirely new to him. He had always been the big spoon, the one cuddling his dates. He was the man, it's what was expected of him. And it's not that he hated it. It was nice, having someone curled against him, their head on his chest, knowing they finding safety and security in in his arms. It made him happy. And falling asleep and waking up with you in his arms, nestled against his chest while he played with your hair or rubbed your back brought him peace like he'd never felt before.

But this?

Being wrapped in your arms, enveloped in your warmth, your heartbeat steady and soothing in his ear as you played with his hair?

It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

He slowly started to relax, every one of his muscles starting to unknot as you held him.

"Does this feel good, Sweetheart?" You kissed the top of his head. Bucky nodded and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest, his stubble tickling your skin, "good, Buck. I like helping you feel good."

Your free hand started rubbing large soothing circles into his back, and it was everything Bucky could do to keep from breaking down right then and there.

No one had been this gentle with him in a long time.

No one had ever been this gentle with him, if he was being honest.

He didn't notice he was crying until the hand in his hair moved down to his face, thumbing away the tears on his cheek.

"What's wrong, Bucky?" You asked, "are you okay? Do you want me to stop--"

"No!" He responded, a little too quickly, "no, it's not... These are good tears. No one's ever held me like this and I just... It feels good, Doll. You feel good."

You hold him a little tighter and kiss his forehead, your thumb still stroking his cheek.

"You deserve to feel good, Bucky," you whisper into his hair, "I'm glad I can give you some comfort."

He slowly drifted off as you held him, safe and warm and content.

[sterredem]

Short ‘n Sweet

Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

Face claim Sabrina Carpenter

Summary Y/n releases an album and Charles is whipped

Warning hate, slut shaming, not proofread, spelling mistakes

A/N sorry that didn’t post for a while, and that this came late, but I lost my log in.

I also made this in a day so there will be spelling mistakes.

Part 1 - Part 2

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Yourusername I’m going on tour!! I am so exited to bring the Short ‘n Sweer tour to north America and Europe!!!

This tour will be with special guests @amaarea @wiffygriffy & @thedeclanmckenna !!

Can’t wait to be singing with y’all soon💋

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Instagram it’s her year😌

Charles_Leclerc Fir sure going to as many as I can

Spotify preparing ourselves now for the outros we are about to receive

User1 Hopefully it’s not to expensive 🤞🤞

User2 Excited😍

User3 please please please don’t make the tickets to expensive

User4 AAAHHHH

User5 not the article😂

User6 Can we just talk about how good she looks…?

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Yourusername eventful

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Charles_Leclerc gorgeous girl

Yourusername 💋

User7 wow

User8 in love

User9 not the switch😂

User10 Charles is so lucky

User11 so exited for the album!!

User12 Y/n Y/l/n the women you are

User13 😍😍😍

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Yourusername look at you, the entire short ‘n sweet tour sold out, espresso #1 at pop radio andddd I slit down this slide :’) thank you all so much!!!

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Taylorswift SUMMER OF Y/N AND MAY it CONTINUE FOREVER 😇

Zaralarson oh that’s queen shit

Charles_Leclerc so proud :)

User1 WOHO

User2 Taylor and Zara commenting?? She made it!

User3 she’s not our little secre eet anymore 😭

User4 overrated

User5 says you

User6 wow… just wow…

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Yourusername Short ‘n Sweet august 23rd!!!! Claim your track n tell your friends!!!

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Yourusername my give a fucks are on euhhh how do u say

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Charles_Leclerc Cute girl

Yourusername pretty boy

Gracieabrams wow, cutie

User7 She looks so good tho…

User8 awww… leoooo

User9 I love her and Charles

User10 I’m jealous of everyone in this photo dump

User11 you just see her glowing from happiness, she deserves it after her shitty ex

User12 I’m curious if any of the new songs are about Charles or her ex

User13 pastaaaaa

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Charles_Leclerc flying ears and swimming fast

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Yourusername who’s that handsome man?

Charles_Leclerc who’s that gorgeous girl?

Carlossainz55 cute

Landonorris whipped man, whipped

Pierregasly why wasn’t I invited?

Gracieabrams bring her back please

User1 Oh?? Y/n made it to the instagram!

User2 Charles be like 🧍

User3 Y/n looks so good and Charles is also there

User4 Leo is so cuteeee

User5 He looks so hot

User6 power couple fr

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Yourusername some shots for you before Short ‘n Sweet comes outtt

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Charles_Leclerc Wow……… beautiful

Bsfuser I see myself!

Laufey cutie

User7 she knows she’s hot

User8 can’t wait for the album!

User9 speechless

User10 I love supportive bf Charles

User11 she is only so famous because of how she looks

User12 stfu. Saying that doesn’t make you cool

User13 sexyyyy

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Yourusername taste me!

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User1 WHO IS THAT ON THE LAST SLIDE??!!

User2 Funeral?? Who’s in the last pic??

User3 she things she can distract us with the 1st pic but it won’t work!!

User4 it worked on me

User5 slut!

User6 listen to all because I liked a big my love. Just cause you have a man crush on Charles doesn’t mean that she is a slut

User7 OH?!

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Yourusername Short ‘n Sweet is officially yours now!!!

I feel so lucky that u het to write and sing songs for my job, and I love that you all listen to it!

This is a project that is very close to my heart, I have worked on it through different periods of my life, an do am delighted to share it with you all!

Thank you to my brilliant talented friend that helped me produce, write and record this. And an extra special thank you to my lovely boyfriend Charles fir helping me with the piano on these songs!

I love you all and I hope that you enjoy this!💋🩵

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Jennaortega your mind ❤️!

Charles_Leclerc amazing!🩵❤️

User8 short ‘n sweet = no skips

User9 Y/N YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN!

User10 Love the album already!!

User11 MOTHER IS MOTGERING!!

User12 Bed chem? Dumb and poetic?? Juno??? Slim pickins???? Amazing!!!

User13 I love all the songs!!!!!!

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Yourusername Taste btssss. The music video for taste is out now!!

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OliviaRodrigo Hot hot hot

Charles_Leclerc I’m there!

User1 AHAAAAAAHHHHH

User2 JENNA!!

User3 Charles being in yet another music video is amazing!!

User4 Charles is now in 3 music videos!

User5 wait… which ones? I thought only 2 now

User4 Feather, please please please, and now taste!

User6 OMG!!

User7 Masterpiece!!

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Charles_Leclerc My sweet girl just released a new album!! Go stream Short ‘n Sweet!!

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Yourusername I LOVE YOU!!💋💋❤️❤️

Landonorris As I said, whipped

Carlossainz55 You won mate

User8 CUTEEE

User9 Love supportive bf!!

User10 you’re a lucky man Charles…

User11 is bed Chen about you???

User12 …Wow…

User13 I love you twoooo

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Also this will be the last part of this series: so this is the end. Maybe I will put one last small smau in it with a paddock appearance and the vma’s but that is if someone is interested. So let me know!!

[mrsoharaa]

Miguel O'hara, who tenderly holds, no - caresses your right hand in his. Gently brushes his long, thick fingers over your own with such care and admiration, soften eyes of warm carmine carefully studies every digit...but more particularly, your ring finger. Hums inaudibly to himself, fans his thumb over the slender digit with a smooth stroke, picturing a notable, beautiful glimmering ring decorating over the delicate finger. Atoning his claim and full devotion and love for you.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Hear me out on this one! A cute secret date turn relationship with Billy x fem reader. He doesn’t want people like his dad or Tommy getting in the way with his time with his girlfriend. You can write it however you pls!

Hope you like that idea, thank you 😊

Hiiiii!!! I’m sorry this sat in my inbox for so long!! I’m finally catching up on all of my requests, and this one is so cute! I really appreciate your patience, and I hope you like it! We're feeling fluffy with this one today 💕 | Master List 📖

You weren’t sure what a date with Billy Hargrove would entail. You had heard the rumors about the new King of Hawkins High – how he took a different girl home every week, and his sleek, blue Camaro was permanently parked out at Lover’s Lake. You were shocked that Friday when you were alone in the auditorium running through light cues, and Billy approached you.

“Tommy’s not here,” you called to him as he walked down one of the aisles. Tommy Hagan had been charged with sweeping up the auditorium during the lunch hour for two weeks after playing what he thought was a harmless prank on a freshman on the basketball team, and you were sure Billy had come looking for him.

“Is it just you in here?” His question caught you off guard, but you tried not to let it distract you from your work.

“Yeah. Did you need something?” Billy sat down in the chair next to you, and you finally looked up from your stack of cue sheets to see his signature smirk and cerulean eyes, deep like the ocean. You could smell his spiced aftershave, a hint of cigarette smoke, and the cool aroma of winterfresh gum as he leaned in closer to you.

“I just came to see if you’re free tonight.” Billy smacked his gum as he rested an arm over the back of your chair, awaiting your answer. You froze, unsure if this was a mistake or some kind of cruel joke.

“What for?” You searched his expression for any clues as to what he might be thinking, but it was unchanging.

“To go out,” he answered nonchalantly. Your breath caught in your chest, and crimson heat crept up to your cheeks.

“Like…on a date?” He had to have noticed your blushing and the perplexing look on your face, but he kept his cool completely.

“Of course.” He beamed, his blinding smile causing your stomach to erupt into butterflies.

“With you?!” Billy’s exterior cracked slightly with that question. He looked offended, almost irritated, and he started to fidget with something in his pocket.

“Look, if you don’t want to –”

“No!” You cut him off in a hurry. “No, it’s not that at all. It’s just –” He looked intently into your eyes as you tried to find the right words to explain your bewilderment. “I guess I didn’t think I was really your type.”

Billy chuckled and looked down at his shoes before meeting your eyes once more. “Well, I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I’ll pick you up at, say, 8 o’clock?” The voice in your head was screaming don’t do it; you know better, but everything else in your body reacted in the complete opposite fashion.

“Sure,” you agreed softly. Billy smiled once more before standing up from his chair, taking smooth strides toward the auditorium’s exit.

“See you tonight,” he called over his shoulder, never looking back. You heard the door close after him, and all you could do was stare wide-eyed at the wall while you tried to process what had just happened.

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Of course he brought you to some random clearing in the woods. You were sure he was either about to murder you or try to get laid, and you couldn’t decide which one was worse. You assumed a date would occur somewhere conventional, like the movies, a restaurant, or the mall – not here at…an overlook? You tried not to let your apprehension show as Billy shifted his car into park.

“Well, here we are,” he declared, opening the driver’s side door and climbing out of the car into the chill of the starry night. You were surprised again when you heard the passenger door opening just a few seconds later, and he helped you out of your seat, steadying you on the uneven ground.

“Where is here, exactly?”

“I’ll show you; come here. And be careful. There’s a lot to trip over out here in the dark,” he warned. That didn’t make you feel any better about the possibility of being murdered, but you didn’t have much choice but to hold onto his arm as he led you to a guard rail at the top of the overlook.

“Wow,” you murmured. Every single light throughout the town of Hawkins was visible from where the two of you stood, and it was absolutely breathtaking. You had never seen so many shooting stars, and the deep navy sky was littered with sparkling clusters which were usually totally camouflaged under the umbrella of downtown’s streetlamps.

“You like it?” Billy sounded hopeful, like he actually cared whether his choice pleased you, and you nodded. He let out a small sigh of relief, and he slowly took your hand from his arm, interlacing your fingers together. The setting was more romantic than you had expected, and you couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts in the back of your mind that something was still amiss.

What if he had taken you here just so no one would see you together?

What if he was ashamed to be with you?

“Billy?” The anxiety in your voice must have been obvious because you felt him tense up beside you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing at all,” you half lied. “This is amazing. It’s just – are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“What?” The hurt in his tone tugged on your heartstrings. “No…no, why would you think that?” His other hand covered the top of yours, and he turned to face you. You could hardly make out his features in the dim glow of the city lights below you, but you could feel his concern tainting the atmosphere.

“I guess I expected a date to be somewhere more public. And when you took me to a hideout in the mountains, I was worried it was because you didn’t want anyone to know we were together,” you admitted, avoiding his eye contact. His warm hands squeezed yours just a little tighter.

“Hey, look at me,” he soothed. “That’s not what this is. I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us. I wanted to be alone, just the two of us, so we could talk. You know, have real conversations. I’m so tired of my dad, my coaches, Tommy, Troy, and everyone else breathing down my neck, criticizing every decision I make.” Billy cupped the side of your face, grazing your cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want anyone getting in the way of something that could be really, really good for me.”

Your scarlet flush returned at his reassurance. You never would have dreamed Billy could be so gentle, so emotional. But he wanted to be here with you, marveling at this beauty, and it was the start of something wonderful.

“I believe you. I’m sorry for assuming. I’m just not used to things like this,” you whispered. He closed the distance between you so that your noses were touching, and you could feel his breath against your lips – a cool, winterfresh breeze.

“Do you want to be together? Like, as a couple?” Billy almost seemed nervous to ask you, but you were elated, answering him without wasting another second.

“Yes. Of course, yes.” You couldn’t stifle your grin. You felt sunshine in your chest, and you didn’t know what else to say in that moment, but everything felt perfect.

Billy leaned in slowly, his lips connecting with yours in the sweetest of first kisses. Time slowed as the two of you connected, and nothing else mattered while you basked in his warmth, stars showering overhead as the town of Hawkins slipped into a slumber below you.

[lamnwar]

OKAY, I've had this vision for a long time and SINCE REQUESTS ARE OPEN ONCE AGAIN, I feel like you're the perfect person to portray this! So, what would be Kise's reaction if his SO had a matching earring with him? Meaning that she didn't have any before and she had it done just to match with his. You can do scenario, headcanons, whichever you prefer!

you know how silly that ear piercing on kise makes me feel so god bless you for that request love 💕

We're matching! // Kise Ryota x fem! Reader

Context: in which you want to match your pretty boyfriend.

Warning: a tiny bit suggestive but otherwise, nothing to say, just fluff and a lot of cute stuff, Ryōta glazing max but I mean... look at him 😩

There is plenty to love with your boyfriend Ryōta, that is something anyone who knows him would agree on. More than a pretty face, he has this radiant energy that asks for everyone around him to look his way, admiration-filled eyes, as they wonder if he’s even real.

And even after knowing him for so long, you are no exception to this constant wonder at his person. There is just something about Ryōta, and the more you got to spend time with him, the more you’ve seen of him, the more you find something to love. Whether it’s the way his blond hair shine in the sun, or the moles on his back, even the shape of his nails – every part of him, under all kinds of lights, is something to fall in love with.

But what you may like the most is the earring he’s been wearing for god knows how long.

“My agent thought it might make me look cooler, so I thought, why not?” he confessed once when you asked about the silver jewel.

“I rather think that it’s sexy.” You replied.

And he laughed, a bit flustered by your direct words, but he couldn’t help to feel shy when you complimented him. Although these are words he would hear all the time, which made him fairly numb to them, they held a different weight coming from your mouth. It’s like an arrow of truth that would strike right in his ego, and no words could hold more meaning than the ones you aim at him.

It happens often, that your finger grazes the earring when you play with his hair. It never fails to make him shiver – the softness of your touch was arguably a gift from above. Your caresses, voluntary or not, has Ryōta purring like a feline, a soft puddle in your hand as you fondly look at the man that you love.

And sometimes, it’s the electrifying feeling of your teeth against the piercing, when you tease him with no good intentions. “Pretty, stop… I’ll end up wanting you more” he warns, breath itching at every faint tug at his lobe. From being with him for so long, you’ve quickly learned all the small things that drive him wild. All the sensitive spots for you to push, just enough to put him at your mercy. Nothing is as beautiful as Ryōta, when he looks up at you with love-filled eyes.

So when you happen to see a similar earring in a jewellery shop, it seems absolutely evident that you should buy it. There is no second thought in your mind, when you give your card to the salesperson; you don’t even wait to get home to put it on. The silver jewel hooks in your ear, a content smile on your face as you watch your reflection in the mirror. Of course, you’re certain that it doesn’t make you half as hot as your boyfriend – after all, if there is someone that can make anything look attractive, it’s for sure him. But it is still pretty, the way it shines against the skin of your ear, and when it peaks through your hair. You can’t help the smile that settles on your lips at the idea of showing him your new jewel, hoping to see the warmth in his eyes – that sparkle that belongs to you and no one else.

“Admiring your own beauty, love?” you hear in your back.

You jump, eyes meeting your boyfriend’s in the mirror. You chuckle, turning slightly to reply:

“What if I am? You’re rubbing off on me.”

“What does that even mean?”

You laugh softly, to which he snickers, before wrapping his arms around your stomach, pulling back to meet his torso.

“I thought you liked me for my self-centrism” he muses in your ear, before letting out a curious hum.

Right there, next to his lips, he notices something new. You observe him in the reflection of the mirror, amused by the look on his face. His expression is almost childish, a mixture of excitement and curiosity painted on his face as he looks at the earring.

“That’s new” he cocks an eyebrow, fingers going up to graze the piece of metal.

A shiver runs down your spine at the contact. Funny, you haven’t accounted for the fact this might be one of the most sensitive parts of your body. And here you are, drawing Ryōta’s attention to your lobe – his touch, a mere graze, but electrifying enough to make you melt a bit against him.

“It’s the same as yours.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” You notice his smile, feeling your heartbeat stutter at the sight. “Pretty.”

“I wanted to match… I know, it’s cheesy.”

He laughs softly, leaving a kiss on your ear. You sigh, an involuntary response to the contact, but he doesn’t let go of you in the slightest. No, on the contrary, he seizes the occasion to run his kisses to the side of your neck, mapping your skin with his love before going back to your ear. Your hand joins his across your stomach, looking for something to hold as you feel yourself falling for him even more.

“Fuck cheesiness, I love it. Pulling it off better than me, even” he smiles against your skin. “You better wear it all the time.”

“But what about my –“

“Your other earrings are cute, but this is better. I need everyone to see it and think, “damn, aren’t they the best couple? Two hot people, and they even match!” Do you get the vision, sweets?”

You can’t help but laugh at his comment, entertained by the ridiculous logic of his.

“Ryō?”

“Hm?”

“You’re a dumbass, you know that?” He doesn’t have a minute to reply that you plant a kiss on his lips, shutting all his protest. “Thank god you’re hot, at least.”

[sunflowersoldat]

I’m glad you are enjoying it! Thank you for sharing 💕

Bring You Home Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none really, Steve is an ass, mild violence

Summary: Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission.

Word count: 1409

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You ripped the ‘Time GPS’, as Tony had called it, from Hank’s grasp, “Y/N! What if he doesn’t want to be found?!” you stepped onto the platform shaking your head. “He doesn’t get to make that choice!” You yell, wiping tears from your eyes. You click the button on your wrist that engages your helmet, taking a deep breath, “Start the countdown, Hank,” you snap. You close your eyes waiting for the quantum realm to envelop you, “Y/N! This isn’t what he would want!” Sam was running toward the platform, screaming at you. You retracted your helmet barring your teeth as you stepped down to meet Sam in the clearing, his eyes still red rimmed and glassy. “He lost the privilege to tell us that when he left!” you were seething, as you turned back stomping up the stairs to the platform.

“Countdown, Hank. Now!”

You forgot how beautiful the quantum realm had been, it felt like it was a lifetime ago since you and the team went back for the stones. “Get ready to exit Y/N, this was the last known timestamp Steve was near,” Hank announced over the coms, you nodded to yourself as you initiated the exit.

You landed in the middle of a busy Brooklyn street, horns blaring, people yelling at you as you stood shakily, trying to get to the sidewalk. You looked down at the GPS, 1951, that can’t be right, Steve went back to Peggy, in 1945, why were you here?

“Hank there has been a mistake, I’m not in the 40’s. Somehow, I ended up in 1951…” there is no response, only static on the other end… fuck. You need to figure a way out of this mess, but first you needed to find Steve and give him a piece of your mind. You scan your surroundings looking for anything that could give you some idea of where Rogers could be. Nothing. You were out of your element here, you shook your head, this is just like being under cover in a foreign country, you just needed to get your bearings. You decided to start walking, maybe you would run into something or someone that would be able to help you.

You walked for what felt like hours, your feet were hurting from the heels your suit had given you as a disguise, and you really wanted to call it quits, there is no way to know where he could be. You stopped walking to lean against a brick wall to gather your thoughts, what if Steve wasn’t here? What if you had stumbled into a time where he and Peggy weren’t in Brooklyn? Rubbing your face with your hands, you looked around again, there had to be something… wait a minute, your eyes caught someone in the distance walking out of a telephone company… you recognized her… Peggy. Even if you hated her for being the reason Steve left, she would still be able to help you, and right now, you needed to see Steve. Standing up straight and pushing off the wall, you started to walk towards her. A hand came out of an alleyway, grabbing you by the arm, slamming you to the wall, as another hand covered your mouth, stopping you from screaming as you tried to fight the attacker off,

“What the hellare you doing here?!”

Your eyes widened as they met a shockingly agitated face, your arms fell to your sides, body all but going completely slack. You reached up tearing his hand from your face,

“Steve?!” You couldn’t believe your dumb luck. For a moment you were so happy to see him again, you forgot why you were here and when you were. But the moment he opened his mouth rage bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

He shook his head giving you a disdainful look, “Y/N, what are you doing here?! How did you even get here? Why are…” a loud slap filled the alleyway, Steve straightened, staring at you wide-eyed, mouth parted slightly,

“You left us.” Tears stung your eyes as you hissed the words, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your chest tightened, and your breathing became shallow.

Steve turned his head back to you, eyes dark, jaw set, “Y/N.” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him, his face softening, “Y/N, you need to tell me what you are doing here, before someone else notices you.”

You took a few deep breaths to center yourself, glaring at him, “By someone, you mean Peggy.” Steve rolled his eyes, gripping your shoulders and slamming you into the wall, your head jarring, causing it to spin and knocking the air from your lungs, “I am not in the mood for games Y/N…”

“Steve?”

Both your heads snapped to the source of the voice, you blinked slowly still dizzy staring at the petite figure walking down the alley, Peggy. “Sweetheart, it isn’t what it looks like…” Steve starts, you turn your glare back on him, but Peggy only raised a brow, “And what do you think it looks like Steve? Because if someone else were to look down this alley, it would look like Captain America was threatening a civilian woman.” Peggy said matter-of-factly, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. Steve’s harsh gaze found you again as he shoved away from you, letting you stumble back into the wall.

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other? From his original timeline?”

You cleared your throat ready to respond, “Unfortunately…” Steve interrupts as glares at you, if looks could kill, you would certainly be dead. You screwed your face up in disgust, stepping toward him pointing a finger at his chest, “Unfortunately?! You better watch yourself Rogers…”

“Enough! The both of you, we need to move this conversation indoors if we can’t play nicely…” neither of you moved, the anger now eating away at your composure that had already been dwindling away, “now.”

Steve swallowed hard, straightening himself before walking out of the alleyway, you stood glaring at his back when Peggy turned to follow, “You coming or not Y/N?” He didn’t so much as glance back at you, as you stumbled forward, head still spinning, this wasn’t going to go well at all…

You followed Steve and Peggy into a cute little house at the edge of the city, it was cozy, kind of like Steve’s D.C apartment, but with a woman’s touch. Peggy motioned to the couch, “Please sit... Y/N? was it?” you swallowed hard nodding, avoiding the daggers Steve was staring at you. Peggy knelt grabbing your hand, you looked awful, eyes glassy and puffy, cheeks hollowed, you were no doubt from Steve’s original future, but why were you here? “Would you like some tea? Or some water…” she asked you sweetly, giving you an understanding smile, “Peggy, you don’t have to be nice to her, there is only one reason she would be here.”

Your head snapped to Steve, “Oh? And what would the reason be Rogers? Hmm? Since you know me so well!” Steve growled in response, stepping toward you, you rose from your seat stepping around Peggy being careful not to shove her, meeting him toe-to-toe, “Go ahead Rogers, say it!”

“Steven Grant Rogers! What has gotten into you?! Why are you treating a friend like this?! She is obviously here because she needs your help, and you have done nothing but attack her,” Peggy had come between the two of you, walking Steve backwards, one hand pointing back at you and the other on his chest, his breathing becoming more even. He tore his gaze from yours, looking down at Peggy giving her a light kiss, mumbling an apology.

When he looked back at you, his expression softened, he saw the tears in your eyes, and how haggard you looked. He realized you wouldn’t have come here if you had any other choice, no matter how much you despised his decision, you would respect it. “Y/N, why are you here?”

You took a shaky breath, scrubbing your face with your hands, how were you going to tell him?

“Something happened, we aren’t really sure how or why, but…he… well...” the lock on the front door clicked, slowly opening. Your head snapped to the front door, eyes wide, you fell to your knees trembling, tears streaming down your face, “Bucky?!” you whimpered.

[uhohdad]

cries i don't think my ask went thru i don't know how to tell when ur doing requests or whatever anyways. i love bullying soft!könig i imagine it's hard to break him down at first but he's got some weaknesses? right?. ?? i had this idea.

do you think he's into masochism. so used to pain on the battlefield and a lack of pleasure seeking back at the base its because its still work, what does he even have to do on breaks?? on leave?? is he used to the loneliness?? has he accepted it or does a piece of him still crave??? does he feel like he deserves it and it creates this twisted perversion upon himself to love how he hates the way he loves.

what if you met him at a hole-in-the-wall bar. they serve dinner and drinks and there's always someone on the stage singing a song. you go there to eat the delicious food and listen to the local artists and occasionally a drink, but you're alone most of the time.

then this mountain of a man comes in, hunched like he's trying to make himself shrink out of existence, tentatively walk up to the bar. he's obv not local. his eyes darting around nervously, orders something you can't understand, but you're feeling thirsty and the waiter hasn't come around for 30 minutes.

you saunter up to the bar and order yourself dessert and look at the stranger. he makes fleeting eye contact, maybe you smile. something draws you in. "You new to town?" you might say. he nods. you talk a little, order him a drink. maybe he's a lightweight, or you just made him feel less crazy, because now you're both back at your booth sharing the dessert you ordered, talking about how weird other people are and how it's nice to talk to someone down to earth. it's so strange and it's so nice and the night goes on, and somehow, still, you find yourself falling for This Stranger, and so at some point, one of you takes the other by the hand, you're scooting closer. some silly sense of connection makes you feel comfortable enough to let your hand sit on his thigh. he's got blue eyes. drinking you in. you start touching him under the table. rubbing his thigh thru his cargo pants, gripping your nails through and letting him lean in with bourbon-cholocate lingering in his breath and something else, something desperate. you're letting your hand slip down his pants (at some point the belt was off. and it wasn't by your doing) and palming at his swollen cock. you can feel it throb. blue eyes. you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in, trying to hide all this under the premise of vulnerability, a hug, but you know it's more. he wants something.

you let your nails graze his balls and feel them tighten. he's hot to the touch but his fingers are cold as they hover above your hand. he guides you back up to hold his cock. keep going, he urges. he doesn't have to even say it.

you're raking your nails down his pelvis to then grasp and pull his cock. pumping it with a slick hand and thumbing the tip with your thumbnail. he's trembling. his breath pitches in your ear like a barely concealed whine. don't stop. don't stop even when it hurts. you jerk him off til he cums with a shuddering exhale and his knees hitting the underside of the table. you don't stop. you squeeze and pump him with his new slick, moving faster, there's sweat on his forehead and your shirt and he's barely keeping composure as you rake red lines down his shaft as he thrusts pathetically up into your hand, overstimulated and shaking at the realization he loves it, he loves this.

do you think he's into masochism.

you come onto my blog, sweet anon, you gift me the most delicious, scrumptious, beautiful concept and smut?? you upstage me on my own blog, sweet anon??

if i wasn’t into it before, i sure am now baby 😍😍😍

this is gold top to bottom but that second paragraph is ARTTTTTT

[bellaxgiornata]

I haven't read through all of your Matt fics but GIRL. They're so so SO good and you write like it just spews right out of you. It's so natural and I feel like I'm watching it happen as opposed to reading a fic. Love them.

FRIEND! This was so incredibly sweet! 😭😭 I always worry that I'm so damn dialogue heavy with my fics, but to hear that you feel like you're watching it happen when you're reading them?? Thank you🥹❤️

Also, it's understandable if you haven't read through all of my Matt fics because there's a lot. I may have (embarrassingly) written about a million words for him in just over the first year that I wrote for him...because I'm mentally unwell for Matt Murdock.

[tojiscrack]

I’ll never get over how comedic/dramatic this story is, that even the trigger warnings make me laugh. The Open Game’s chapter’s trigger warning said “gangs, blood” etc, and for someone who has never read your fic before, you’d think it’s something scary but no it’s just Choso trapping Gojo inside a PHONEBOX… how HILARIOUS 😭😭😭

Pure crack. Keep it up, I have never had more stitches than when I read your story 😭

liar, liar masterlist here:

it’s only ‘cause my story is available for everyone to read, including minors (i was literally a minor when i planned and started writing it) , so there’s not much to actually trigger someone when reading it 💀

and i also thought it’d be funny if it looked serious and then it’s just pure crack but that’s just me

choso trapping gojo inside a phone box was actually a traumatic incident for some ppl (gojo told me to write that otherwise i’d get hollow purpled so there’s that 😟)

i’m flattered that you find it amusing enough to drop in an ask about it 😭🫶🏽 genuinely made my day, you have no idea 🙂‍↕️💞💙🩵🤎

[thebrothel]

🙏

POV

You're in your room at the stash house overhearing a tense house meeting. Carter is posted outside the door to your room. You keep wanting to go to Joel. The first time you try to, Carter holds out his arm and whispers "it's not a good time." The next time, he shakes his head and makes the "shhh" sound. You're getting sleepy and give up. But finally, things are dying down, and Carter pokes his head in the room and whispers "Okay."

You perk up from your sleepiness and go out to the main room where Joel is leaning back in a chair with his foot on a desk, clearly frustrated and worn out. But his face softens when he sees you and he lets his foot down to the floor as you get closer. "c'mere, baby," he mumbles and you climb into his lap and straddle him. He looks at your mouth, then scans your whole face. You wrap your arms around him, he hugs you close, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck and he puts a toothpick in his mouth.