#this pics burn my gallery

[itwillbeourswansong]

🫀

You know my heart belongs to you

One last time, say that you want me too

The only words that gave me life

Now I'll see you on the other side

The Abyss, The Weeknd & LDR

[boyfhee]

you know the best feeling is when you infiltrate your boyfriend's friend group and become a part of it

[ramp-it-up]

Knock You Down

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down.

Word count: less than 2K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts. Part II is already in the queue and will be posted on Friday, 10/11.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, Bucky the player, wild thoughts, kisses on the hand and the cheek. No sex!

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"Won't see it coming when it happens. But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now."

Bucky always scoffed at Steve’s advice. He and Sam never understood his solitary bachelorhood and his one night stand lifestyle.

The truth was, he hadn’t met anyone who held his interest enough to warrant a second date, much less anything beyond one casual hookup. So, he never made promises that he couldn’t keep, and most women said they were down for that. 

Even if they were lying to themselves.

At 42, James Buchanan Barnes was too dedicated to his business, ostensibly as an art dealer, for a serious relationship. The truth was that he dealt in many things, and that was why his business needed so much attention. 

His life and everyone’s around him depended on it. 

Bucky Barnes wasn’t going to get caught slipping.

In love or in business.

—---

The first time you met James Buchanan Barnes, on what you thought would be a random Monday afternoon, he appraised you in a way that shook you to the core, those ocean blue eyes looking into your soul. You felt as if he were evaluating a piece of art as he gazed at you across his desk. 

You couldn’t know that he felt the exact same way. 

His eyes never strayed from your face as he shook your hand, but he’d noticed every bit of you as you entered his gallery, Rebirth. You were more stunning than any piece of art that he’d ever curated in the space.

While nothing like his normal type, you made Bucky feel as if he’d been so wrong about so much in his life the moment you entered his orbit. He had to get to know you to find what he’d been missing.

This afternoon you were a sight to behold and serving body. Although you were covered from neck to shin in an elegant sheath dress, the high, wrapped waist was giving all of your bounteous curves up to whoever glanced at you. And you had heads turning.

Steve, Sam, and even Natasha craned their necks to watch you as you entered Bucky’s office. And he could have sworn that Nat’s neck was at a 90 degree angle as she watched you leave her desk just outside his door.

You were fine as hell.

Bucky was entranced by dreams of handling your curves and making you smile at him forever.

As Bucky dreamed, you admired the man in front of you. Tall, dark, and handsome, Barnes wasn’t a young man, but the gray in his beard and the crinkles around his eyes made him that much more attractive. 

Even more attractive than in the paparazzi pics of him with various young models and actresses of the moment, waifs and ingénues with whom he was never photographed twice.

You just knew you were safe from any advances from him.

You thought.

“Enchanté, Ms. Y/LN. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Bucky lowered his head as he greeted you, a slight bow and extended his hand to his desk. You noticed the tattoo that started on his hand and seemed to go up his sleeve and went in the direction he pointed.

"You know, you are quite tenacious. I don’t take many meetings with potential buyers. But all of my people told me that I should.”

The silk of his voice, the unexpected tenor of it, and the way he took your hand made you shiver at the aura of experience that he gave off.

The word Daddy floated around in your mind for a moment until he invited you to sit.

You had to concentrate on the business at hand, that of negotiating for a piece of art for the Art and Culture Center in Brownsville, of which you were the director. The purchase was made possible by benefactors to commemorate a deceased Brownsville artist who became famous, then forgotten, during the Harlem Renaissance.

“You’ve made it past Ms. Romanoff, my gallerist, Mr. Wilson, my business manager, and Mr. Rogers, my gallery director, Ms. Y/LN. What makes you think that I’m going to give you a different answer? Letting that piece go for the price you’ve proposed is not a good business move.”

“You can’t afford to miss out on this opportunity, Mr. Barnes. Yes, you will be taking a loss on the artwork, but you will be on the ground floor of a major rediscovery. You will be known as one of the few who helped to resurrect the brilliance of the artist Howard Benson. You can be the Alice Walker to his Zora Neale Hurston.”

And that is when Bucky leaned back in his chair, astounded at your shrewd calculation.

“I love the way your mind works, Ms. Y/LN.”

You smiled and settled back into your chair, causing Bucky to shift in his chair. He wanted to be buried in you. He appraised and decided that he liked the pout that changed your lips almost as much as the smile that initially greeted him when he replied, “But that price is still unacceptable.”

You raised an adorable eyebrow at him and rose to the challenge that he lay at your feet ready to tangle with the inimitable James Barnes. The conversation stretched from early afternoon to dinner time, making you suspect that Barnes was drawing it out for some reason. You matched him, point for point, until it was dark. But he yielded no ground.

The conversation was intellectual foreplay: art history, sociology, american politics. And it was the most stimulated you’d been in a while. 

You could do this all night.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down. There were several text messages and emails lighting up your screen. You’d been in deep with Barnes for hours. It was after 6 pm. It seemed like only minutes. You noticed that it was only you and Bucky left in the gallery and rose to excuse yourself, albeit reluctantly.

“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you so long. I’m sure that you must have plans.”

You’d done your research and you knew that there was probably someone little more than half Barnes’ age waiting for him. When you searched social media, there was a sighting or spotted every month or so of Bucky and a young, beautiful woman.

You reached for your coat, but Bucky was behind you in seconds, taking it from you and helping you put it on. You shivered at his breath at your throat and his hands on your collarbone as he draped the lapels over your neck. His deep chuckle made your stomach flip. He saw right through you.

“No one is waiting for me but my cat, Alpine. How about you, Ms. YLN? Anyone waiting for you in Brownsville?”

“Not tonight. No.”

Why in the world were you doing the sultry whisper thing? This man didn’t want you. 

Did he?

You cleared your throat and you felt dizzy when you looked up and saw how close he was standing to you. Those eyes and the smile that graced his handsome face had you warm, but the way he licked his lips had you spiraling.

Bucky pushed down a mild sense of panic that someone might be expecting you some other night, but that was irrational. Competition never ever entered his mind when he talked to other women. 

What was happening here?

“Well I would consider myself extremely fortunate and would be honored if we could continue this conversation over dinner.”

—-

The way James Barnes turned your meeting into a dinner date had your head spinning, but the wonderful conversation and easy, light hearted banter eased your mind. As soon as the first course was served at your table at dinner at Bohemian, he agreed to your initial price.

From there, once the terms were settled, the conversation turned to more personal questions, each of you sharing the stories of your life in your town, his childhood in Romania, your childhood in Brooklyn, and lots of funny stories.

At one point early in the night, Bucky stopped you from calling him Mr. Barnes.

“Please. Call me James. Or you could call me Bucky. My Friends call me Bucky. For my middle name, Buchanan. Bucky is short for Buchanan.”

Bucky found himself rambling. He had not been this nervous in a while.

You looked at him quizzically. At that moment, he would give you anything you were about to ask of him.

“Do you have a lot of friends? I mean, do a lot of people call you Bucky?“

Godamn, the husk in your voice, those lips, those eyes. Everything about you was about to set him on fire.

“I have a few who are in my close circle. Natasha, Steve, Sam. They and a very few others call me Bucky. Most people I speak with call me Mr. Barnes...”

You nodded slowly, licking your lips, making Bucky feel it in his cock.

“Then I will call you James.”

He got your subtle meaning. You wanted to be different. 

And you were. So very different.

After almost five hours of the best conversation and laughter, he proposed another time for you two to meet before the week was up, on Friday. He had made it clear at dinner that now that business was concluded that he wanted to spend time with you.

Friday night would be a date, the second one at his insistence.

You debated that fact as his driver took you home, even up until he walked you to the door of your brownstone.

He leaned against your doorframe and checked you out as you retrieved your keys from your purse. When you turned and caught him looking, you gasped, causing him to straighten up and move toward you, eyes dilated.

“It will be our second date,” you conceded.

Bucky’s mouth curled into a smirk as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth. Your soul burned as he pressed his lips to your palm. It was like the hint of a drug in your veins and you wanted so much more.

“What made you change your mind?”

That voice. Did you have a voice kink? Good lord.

You flushed, both at the images that were racing through your mind, and at the arbitrary three date rule you’d made up a while ago. Why was that again?

You cleared your throat.

“Because of the way you are looking at me, James. And the fact that you just kissed me.”

“Is this a kiss?”

“Ummhmmmm.”

You hummed as Bucky raised his eyebrow and your hand again. This time, he brushed his lips against your wrist and inhaled the perfume lingering there. You were about to melt.

Bucky didn’t even know what he was doing. The next step in his mind was to open his mouth and consume you, but he opened his eyes and spied you looking at him in that way, and he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want this to be like all of his other conquests.

He straightened up, but didn’t let go of your hand, entangling your fingers together. 

“You are correct, Y/N. In my mind, this is a date. I am interested in you, for more than just your taste in art. I hope that this is the first date of many.”

You were bowled over at his straightforwardness. It was not what you were used to. This was a man, not a boy in mens clothing.

“I appreciate your honesty, James.”

You went on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering on the black and grey stubble so close to his lips. You turned around, giving him a view of your backside as you opened your door.

“And your ambition.”

You gave him that smile again with a wink, and your “Goodnight, James,” floated up to him on cloud nine.

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Let me know if you liked it!

Part II here.

[tojisun]

your post about tits and price having a pic of you and valeria pressed up against/holding each other that gets him hard almost instantly because of how her tits look (and because i’m reminding you of how valeria’s shoulders look in that tank top) and the hickeys you left on her trying to keep yourself quiet. blows up and leaves confetti all over yr inbox

???? the way i put my hand inside my shorts so fast

no because!! thinking about how—

the shot’s cut just underneath the chin, really emphasizing that the focal point of the picture is the pair of pretty tits pressed up against each other, smooshing up the fat and muscle, and nothing has ever come close to the sensuality and debauchery and just the sheer hotness that this picture is.

the boys see it because of course they do—price shares everything good in his life to them—and they gawk because holy fuck.

it’s kyle who braves the question; asks who are the people in their captain’s extensive collection in his gallery.

and price has this devilish smirk as he replies, “my wife an’ our pet.”

ghost makes an intrigued noise from the base of his throat, akin to a rumbling hum. “she any good?”

price shrugs, and lights up a cigar. “won’t stop whining, but s’alright. s’kind of sweet, really. gets valeria hot fast; has me comin’ home to her fuckin’ our mutt until she’s shakin’, the poor thing.”

he takes a drag, letting the smoke burn down his trachea. the silence is heavy. it’s loaded.

“reckon we’re allowed to watch yer show?” mactavish finally pipes in, his voice heavy with desire.

price grants them a grin—sleazy and mean—and they know an invitation when they see one.

…or something KACHOW

[mostly-imagines]

🌻 anon here

The last few days I stumbled into a few posts about Jason having +18 pics of reader in his phone and I just can't stop thinking "would he tho??" Like would he trust enough his device to have r18 pictures of the one he love and literally worship in his phone??? Knowing he knows damn well how easy it is nowadays to get those types of pictures through hack and stuff??

And I'm not saying he would share the pics, HELL NO he would never. But because I don't think he would trust his phone -and also because it cracks me up- I imagine him having a Polaroid to take the pics. The photos get printed automatically and if he have to he can't literally burn those without having to overthink about someone hacking his phone.

Like can you imagine him just casually take a Polaroid you didn't know where there out his nightstand and taking a pics of you while you reaching your peak??

Anyways all of that just to ask what one of my fav Jason writers would think about the whole Jason having spicy pics of you in this phone

18+

i’ve honest to god been thinking about this non stop since you sent it sunny

i think you're dead on, jason's protective streak rings too loud in his mind to ever take the chance of someone else maybe seeing those photos of you. personally, i’m of the belief that he uses his phone for the most practical purposes only and that his photo gallery is borderline empty, with few exceptions of nondescript images. like the only pictures of you on his phone don’t show your face or any revealing information about you. yeah, he’s a little paranoid in that way but it just makes his alternative that much more interesting.

there’s also something about it that feels more personal, more intimate. there’s not a chance in hell those photos are going near another person and he likes the idea that you’re giving him this amount of vulnerability and trust.

i also think he is an avid supporter of your personal autonomy and feels better knowing that if you want a picture gone, all you have to do is burn it and it's gone forever. he doesn't really like the idea that so many things on electronics can be spread or seen without you even knowing, so he's perfectly fine to stash a few polaroids in unsuspecting places.

he’d be really hesitant to ask you the first time, he was worried he’d make you uncomfortable or that you’d think it was weird. the thought initially came about after he’d gone on an away mission that lasted twice as long as it was supposed to and he was bordering on losing it without a single image of you. that, and frankly, he was stressed and he has never experienced a stress relief quite like you.

so the night he comes back he’s kissing you hard and rubbing up against you, but all he can think about is how badly he wants to capture all your facial expressions and imagery he couldn’t stop imagining while he was gone.

he breaks away from your lips breathlessly, “can I take a picture of you?”

you give him a bemused look, “what? like, now?”

he fiddles with the waistband of your underwear, not making eye contact. “well…in a few minutes..”

his timorous disposition gives you a solid clue of what he means and you smile up at him. “yeah?”

he finally meets your eyes, looking hopeful. “is that alright?”

“of course,” you nod and he leans back down against you, lips meeting your pulse point. “what brought this on?”

he noses at your neck, “jus’ missed you. a lot.”

you nod, pulling back and running a finger down to the tip of his nose. “take as many as you want.”

and he did.

his favorite pics are the ones he takes right when you cum, lips slightly parted, brow pinched. he’s also fond of the moments right when you’re just starting to feel it.

the photos of you on your knees, trying to take him in your mouth as much as you can really do something to him. your eyes watering and you holding his hand for support. he has to pace himself when he looks at those, especially the ones where you’re looking up at the camera.

he doesn’t usually like to be in the pictures, other than his dick in/against you or his hand splayed across your stomach or neck. he also has one or two where you’re riding him and his free hand is on your hip guiding you.

you’d have to be having a particular kind of sex for it to even occur to him to stop and take pictures. it only really happens during the easy times, when you’re both just having fun more than anything. it’s then when he’s really able to take his time with you and savor things, which is why the majority of your polaroids are taken then. he’s also more likely to be in a teasing mood then and not in a particular rush to get you where you’re going. a lot of those pictures show you smiling and completely relaxed which is another reason why he tends to revere those moments.

a grade A way to make him feel better after a long week is leaving him some surprise polaroids in the stash, it makes him crazy. he’s honestly just really obsessed with the idea that you trust him so much with those kinds of photos that you’d go out of your way to take some for him when he’s not even there. i actually think that’s at least half of what turns him on so much about the whole thing, the trust that you place in him and only him to not only see you in those moments but also relive them afterwards. just pics of you in lingerie or even just one of his shirts—it’s over for him.

[r0tting-rat]

I WAS BORED DURING PSYCHOLOGY CLASS SO ENJOY THIS

Pairing: Sun & Moon x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: Slightly suggestive Words: idk Summary: Sun finds out new stuff about you

It was 10 pm on a random Monday, it was flu season, and you were going to leave the daycare in almost an hour and a half. The day had been slow, the kids had been few, which of course meant that by 9:30 you had already finished cleaning the entire area, much to your dismay. Bored to the core, you were scribbling on a piece of paper with a pen left by the other security guard, thinking on what to do to not melt into a puddle of misery, and immediately your eyes traveled up to Sun. The bot was rearranging blocks a few feet away from your desk, probably just as bored as you, and the corners of your mouth began to rise.

-Sun?- you called him, watching with interest as his head snapped in your direction and a wide smile opened on his flat faceplate.

-Yeeeess, little constellation?- he asked, standing up with all the grace a machine could have. -Do you wanna show me your drawing?-

-Oh, no, fuck no!- you laughed, balling up the piece of paper in your hand and throwing it inside the bin under the desk, -I'd rather die. Come here.-

Sun didn't worry about your refusal, it was a common occurrence between the two of you to bicker and fight about your views on art. Sun claimed that everything made with effort had to be considered "art", while you said that your mad scribbles were not even close to a proper drawing, therefore, he had no reason to insist on seeing them.

-Language, dear,- Sun chimed, coming to stand right in front of you, -Must I remind you what happens to potty-mouths in my daycare?-

Rolling your eyes, you took your phone out of your pocket, inserting the password and entering your phone gallery.

-Yes, yes, Moon has already showed me countless of times,- you told him, -Now, look at this.-

You turned your phone around to show Sun a meme you had saved, waiting for him as he read, with your arm outstretched towards him as you tapped the surface of the desk with your other hand.

-Are you done?- you asked after a while, and at your question Sun's single brow furrowed.

-Is that your cat?- the jester asked back, still looking confused.

-No, that's just a meme, a template of a cat that became famous on the internet,- you explained, letting Sun grab your phone and hold it out in front of him, still studying the picture.

-Why does it want to put me in its basement?- Sun's voice sounded concerned, almost scared, -What did I do to be put in a basement?!-

-It's just a funny meme, Sun!- you were quick to reassure him, -It's supposed to make you laugh!-

-I don't like cats,- said Sun, looking back at you, -They rumble and make weird vibrating sounds when I pet them. I don't like basements either, they're too small for me to stand in and too dark for my taste.-

-Alright, alright, understood,- you sighed, -I just wanted to make you smile a little, but nevermind.-

You had hoped to show your animatronic coworker something new, something funny that would have surprised him and made him laugh, but worrying him wasn't part of the deal. Just as you reached to get your phone back, Sun began to scroll.

-Do you have more of these memes?- he asked, and your eyes widened.

-W-Wait, Sun, wait!-

It was too late, Sun had begun to scroll through your photos, looking through each of your pics with interest. You stood up and attempted to snatch the device away, but Sun spun his torso around to get out of your reach.

-Sun, give it back!- you screamed, grabbing his shoulders and trying to climb on his back.

-Is that me?!- Sun was saying, incredulous, -Did you take photos of me and Moonie while working?!-

Your face was burning, you were beyond embarrassed, but the attendant still refused to give your phone back to you.

-It's not what it looks like!- you whined, but at each photo Sun's eyes got bigger. A zoom-in of his face as he laughed, a close up of one of his drawing, a selfie you had taken during naptime with an unsuspecting Moon, a full body picture of Sun as he was carrying a child with a scraped knee around the daycare; warm and gentle as he always tried to be around those small and soft humans. Looking back at you, Sun found you with an adorable blush dusting your cheeks and neck.

He wondered how far down that beautiful red tint went. Cute.

-Dear?- Sun called you, crossing his arms over his chest while still keeping your phone in his hand, -Why do you have so many photos of me and Moonie in your phone?-

You didn't know what to say. How could you excuse your behavior? Technically, you weren't even allowed to use your phone during working hours. You chose to tell the truth.

-A while back, a friend of mine didn't believe me when I said that you and Moon are... terribly cute,- you spoke the last two words in a whisper, -A-And hot, v-very hot... So I started showing her pictures, you know? B-But, the more photos I took, the more... intimate it felt.-

Realizing that what you said could have been taken the wrong way, you were quick to correct yourself.

-N-Not intimate as in...! I m-mean, intimate as in private! I didn't want to share things with her anymore, but... I kept taking pictures.- Swallowing, you stared at the ground. -Sorry, I... Fuck, I don't know what came over me.-

Sun didn't say anything. For a moment, the entire daycare turned completely silent, and you waited for the robot to say something, anything at all. You were ashamed beyond comprehension.

Suddenly, you heard a loud whirring cutting the silence, along with the hiss of steam being blown out of vents. Looking up, you found Sun with his eyes closed, his face contorted into an almost pained grimaced, retracted rays, and steaming joints. His internal fans were working overtime to keep him cool, but the animatronic was visibly overheating.

-...Sun?- you attempted to say, hoping the jester wasn't too mad at you, -Are you okay?-

-No,- he hissed in response, low and angry, -I'm not okay, starbeam, at all.-

You didn't know what to do. Feeling guilty, you started to consider leaving the daycare early, to give him more space, but by the looks of it, Sun wasn't planning to let go of your phone anytime soon.

-Don't you dare to leave,- Sun suddenly grabbed you by a wrist, and you were surprised by how easily he had read your intentions. With a gentle tug, he pushed you between his arms, against his chest. -Not after all you have done to me.-

Standing so close, you could feel the heat radiating from his chassis, which warmed you up to your very core. His white eyes stared down at you—through you—making you feel uncovered, naked, observed. A smile opened on his face, and Sun giggled, happy to see you so confused and surprised.

-Do you think you could stay a bit after hours today?- he asked you, -After all, potty-mouths need to be taught a lesson, bad adults need to be punished!-

The last sentence was said in a deeper and equally familiar voice; not quite Sun anymore, but similar to the rough vocals of another animatronic. It was the end of the hour, the lights in the daycare were beginning to dim, and the blue and black hues of the daycare attendant were starting to stand out. Moon was coming out, and it looked like he was on the same note as Sun, regarding your punishment.

He giggled while you stared up at him, cast in the red light of his eyes. Beautiful, pretty, pretty, pretty.

-...Moon?- you asked, -What... What are you planning?-

-Oh, don't you worry, my star!- Moon said, holding both of your hands and beginning to spin around, dragging you in a weird dance in the middle of the darkened daycare, -You like us, right?-

Unable to lie while looking him straight in the eyes, you slowly nodded, swallowing down the knot in your throat.

-Like-like us, right?- he asked once more, and again you nodded. -Perrrrfect then.-

His purr reverbrated through your chest, down to your stomach, making your knees weak and your legs unsteady.

-I have the perfect punishment for you then, my dearest,- he said, lowering his faceplate so he could be at the same level of your ears. The moment the hot air of his hands hit your flushed skin, you flinched. -How about you tell me everything you have told your friend about us, mh? All your dreams, all the times you wanted to hold us, to touch us, to kiss us.-

You would have sworn Moon was doing that on purpose, embarrassing you minute after minute, making you feel hotter second after second. Closing your eyes, you cursed out loud, unable to keep your calm anymore.

-Such a naughty star,- Moon giggled, pulling away, finally letting you breathe, -A naughty star with a naughty tongue.-

[cosmicalily]

"written by the aces" - a mini series by @cosmicalily. view series masterlist, and outline here

4. "i've loved you for so long" | hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

You're taking me back, babe, to where it all started, wearing your hair up in your New York apartment, I swear, I've loved you for so long, I'd do it again and again and again and again, baby

author's note: okay so fun fact the left photo in this header is actually a pic of a picnic i went on with my friend that i took off my pinterest (ee if you wanna look at it here's the link! my pinterest is my pride and joy). i've had this fic in my drafts for ages, i adore this song and it feels SO undeniably hyunjin, i hope you enjoy!!

There were always questions as to how a broke artist afforded an apartment in New York City.

You had reasons. You worked almost every possible hour outside of the studio at a local coffee shop, and had sold several of your favourite possessions, including your prized guitar handed down from your mother. You worked hard for what you had, and you appreciated it more so that way.

That’s always how it had been. You worked hard enough for something, you’d eventually get there.

Hwang Hyunjin came from a wealthier background and also lived in an apartment in New York City, albeit much more beautiful than yours. He was beautiful, and not in any way snobby as you’d expect. He felt very deeply, and translated it into his artwork. 

He knew that if he wanted something, he’d get it, reasonably quickly. But he didn’t like things that way. 

He loved the anticipation, the slow burn, the pining and wishing and hoping, which was exactly how he felt about you.

He didn’t want his own expensive personal studio. He used the local art space, which was available to rent for a few hours each day. That was where he first saw you. All of you.

You and your posture that gave you back aches when you sat sketching for too long, the way you bit your lip when you were deep in thought, your habit of tucking your hair behind your ears only for it to flop forward again within the next few seconds. He was fascinated by you, but he preferred admiring from a distance for the moment. He didn’t want to push forward or scare you away.

You thought he was one of the prettiest people you’d seen. He seemed so comfortable with his masculinity that he wasn’t afraid to step into his feminine side, wearing his hair a little longer, dressing a little more form-fitting. His lips were plush and sometimes scarred from where he nibbled on them, and he had brown eyes, so dark yet so warm, as if they’d melt you if you stared into them for a little too long.

It wasn’t as if you ever shared a conversation before he left New York. Even though you spent a lot of time together, it was comfortable silence. You sat, on opposite ends of the studio, working on your projects, trying to avoid catching each others eyes. One time though, when you walked past to go wash your paintbrush, you accidentally brushed against him, and he noticed.

The way your cheeks flushed, and your small smile.

Hwang Hyunjin didn’t expect his life to bring him back to New York City, although perhaps a part of him had always hoped it would.

He’d spent years travelling Europe, visiting art galleries and staying in beautiful apartments and villas, swimming in the ocean in the summer and taking photos of the mountains in the winter. He was inspired constantly, and filled his life with art, food, gorgeous views and wine.

He’d gotten to a point in his life where it was expected he would be married, or at least have entered a long-term relationship. Although he met some of the prettiest people he’d ever seen, he never pursued further than dinner and a kiss on the cheek. 

He thought about you, and the way your cheeks flushed, and your small smile.

Your hair, piled up on your head in a way that was not at all structurally sound, letting fronds flop into your eyes and around your neck and collarbone.

He returned to New York a little while after he’d stayed in Paris, and spent time looking for an apartment. He’d been connected with a real estate agent, one that sold high-end apartments uptown. He decided to walk up instead of catching a taxi, and whilst walking past the studio where you’d first seen each other, he saw an advert in the window.

You were looking for a roommate, and applications were due by 5pm.

You stood on the other side of the apartment, your hair pulled up with a piece of blue-and-white gingham ribbon, taken off the wrapping of the book Hyunjin had bought you for your birthday. You wore a long denim skirt and pale yellow bralette, with lace around the edges and a soft pattern of tiny lemons across it, with one of Hyunjin’s white linen shirts over the top, unbuttoned and blowing in the wind that came through the opened window in the kitchen.

Hyunjin lay still in bed, flat on his stomach, admiring you from afar the way he always did. Even after two years, where all he’d done was live, breathe and love you, there were moments where he liked to remember how he’d fallen for you in the first place.

There were also moments where he wanted to be as close to you as possible. He shifted off the bed and walked over, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your hair.

“Did you want to go out today?” he mumbled into your hair. “I feel bad that we stayed at home all day again; there’s not much point to weekends if we don’t do anything, is there?”

You looked up at him. “I didn’t really want to. I prefer being at home, anyway.”

“Good, because I didn’t want to either,” he smiled, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder. “Even though we don’t talk all the time…”

“I like our silence. We don’t feel like we have to say anything,” you finished, turning yourself around from where you were facing the kitchen bench and placing your arms around his waist. He shifted his to your shoulders, and pulled you in close, so you were flush against his chest.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” Hyunjin murmured, his forehead against yours, noses touching.

“You don’t just say it,” you whispered. “You show it. And that’s even more beautiful, I think.”

“I’ve loved you since I first saw you. And I know that you know, but I just want to remind you, that you’re what I’ve dreamed of for so long, and what I’ve wanted without realising.”

“You talk a lot sometimes, my love.”

“I mean everything I say. I like to talk about you. I like to talk to you.”

You cupped his face with your hands and brought your lips to his.

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aaaaa I saw "request: open" and I can't hold myself back !! Anyway, I was wondering if you could do a fic ab Bucky Barnes pretending to struggle with modern technologies just to spend time w the reader, MASSIVE fluff 😩😩✨️✨️🫶🫶🫶 Thank you <3

Lair

/Bucky Burnes x fem!reader

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Credits to authors of the pics

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend “struggles” with his phone

Warnings: fluff, nicknames (baby, doll, handsome), my English

Word count: 1.5k

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ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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I unlocked the front door of the flat that I’m sharing with my boyfriend, Bucky. I sat my purse on a small table in our hallway and closed the door behind me. I toed off my shoes and kicked them under the table next to Bucky’s.

When I walked into our living room I could see Bucky sitting on the sofa, his back facing me. He was looking into his lap and I could see he was holding something. I stretched my arms over my head while walking over to him.

I hugged him from behind and kissed his temple. “Hey, baby.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into his neck. He smelled like aftershave and old books.

He placed his left hand on mine arms that were resting on his chest and caressed them. “Hi, doll.” He turned his head and kissed my forehead making me hum. “How was your day?” He asked.

I groaned and hugged him tighter. “Exhausting.”

His thumb was making circles on my skin trying to make me feel better. He knows I prefer not to talk about work.

We were like this for few more minutes until I pulled back. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” I said and ruffled his hair. He just nodded and I bet he also rolled his eyes.

I walked into our bedroom and opened my side of our closet and looked into the shelve where I keep the comfy clothes. I took out some cream coloured sweatpants and one of Bucky’s shirts that I stole from him. I put it on and threw the old clothes into a laundry basket. I took off my jewellery and placed it into a tiny box where I keep all of it.

Before I went to the living room, I went to our kitchen. I took a glass out of a cabinet and poured water into it. Meanwhile I heard Bucky whine and shout out my name. “Come here!”

I rolled my eyes and I took a sip of my drink. When I got to the living room I placed the glass on the coffee table that was in front of the sofa and looked at him. “What?” I put my hands on my hips.

He looked at me with the ‘puppy eyes and pouty lips’ face. “I need help with my phone.” He finally said and showed me his phone screen with the gallery app opened. “Will you help me, doll?”

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head at him. “Only if you say the magic word.” I grinned.

He rolled his eyes but did how I said anyway. “Please?”

I nodded and was about to sit next to him but he pulled me into his lap by my waist, I was sitting with my right side facing him. “Bucky!” I laughed slightly.

He chuckled and laid his head on my shoulder. “What? I want you close. I missed you all day.” He peppered my shoulder and neck with small kisses.

My right hand snaked around his shoulder and into his hair, I brushed them with my fingers and pulled his head away from me so I could look him into his eyes. His blue orbs stared at me with a smile on his pink lips. I returned it with a grin and pecked his nose. Then his cheeks and forehead, by the time I was about to kiss him on the lips we were both giggling and blushing. He put the phone next to him on the sofa and grappled my left cheek. His thumb stroked my skin before he dipped his head down and finally kissed me. It was short kiss but it was sweet and full of love that we poured into it.

He pulled away first but it wasn’t enough for me, I followed his lips and he chuckled. I kissed him again, he grabbed me tighter. We were connected until we ran out of breath and were forced to pull away. We were panting and smiling like two idiots.

“I missed you too, handsome.” I finally opened my eyes after a while and bit my bottom lip. He looked so good, I wished I could kiss and cherish him forever.

He looked at me with smile. “So, will you help me? Please?”

I nodded. “Of course.” He handed me his phone and I took it from him. “What’s the problem?”

He laid his head on my shoulder again and circled his arms around my waist. “Where do I find the pictures I deleted?” He squeezed me and pulled me closer, if that’s even possible - I was practically laying on him.

I rested my head on his. “I already showed you two days ago.”

He shrugged and mumbled. “I forgot.”

I rolled my eyes sat him, he definitely didn’t forget. He never does. “If you wanted me close to you, you could have just asked me.” I shook my head with chuckle. “You didn’t have to make up some lie, baby.”

He hummed and squeezed me again. “I’m not lying.” He insisted.

I snorted. “And I’m the president.”

He pinched me into my side and mumbled something again. “Stop making fun of me.”

I winced and smacked his hand. “Stop pinching me.”

He pinched me again.

I gasped playfully and lifted my head of his. I turned off the phone and threw it on the sofa next to us. “Okay, then I’m not helping you.” I crossed my arms over my chest, sat straight up and turned my head from him so I wouldn’t give into the puppy face.

He groaned and pulled me closer again. “Noo.” He whined and softly grabbed my jaw. He tried to turn my head but I moved out of his grasp. He grabbed my jaw again and this time I let him do as he wanted but I closed my eyes. “Look at me.” He pleaded

I shook my head ‘no’ and bit my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. He pinched me again. “Look at me or I won’t stop.” And again.

I slowly opened my eyes to find the blue lakes staring into my soul. “Then admit you’re lying.” I tilted my head to my right.

He just stared at me. “I’m not lying.” He insisted again with a roll of his eyes but I could see right through the act.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to get off of his lap. He just pulled me back into him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked me.

I didn’t answer him and tried again. “I asked you a question.” He pinched me again.

I slowly turned my head in his direction and glared at him. “Pinch one more time and you’re sleeping on the sofa for a week straight.”

All he did was laugh at my treat. He threw his head behind him and closed his eyes. He did a mistake though. He loosed his grip on me.

I quickly stood up and ran out of the room. “Hey!” I heard him shout out, my name following it.

I could hear him stand up and run after me. I have to hide somewhere. “We both know I will catch you!” I ran into our bed room and looked around. Where could I hide? I looked around again and that when I saw the closet. Before I could even open it, his armes snaked around my middle part. He lifted me off the ground making me yelp and scream. “Bucky!” He chuckled and turned us around to the bed. He walked towards it and threw me onto it. I yelped again and glared at him.

He got on the bed on all four and slowly approached me with a grin on his handsome face. He got on top of me and squinted his eyes. Before I could ask him what is he planning on doing, he laid down on me with his whole weight. I gasped because I wasn’t expecting it but hugged him anyway.

He snuggled into the crook of my neck. I could feel him place soft kiss on my skin. His breath tickled me causing me to giggle. I closed my eyes and let the sweet moment to sink in. It’s rare when we have time for each other, but when we do, it’s worth everything.

I put my hand into his hair and brush my fingers through it. “You’re like weighted blanket.” I scratched onto his scalp and it made him purr like cat. He looked so adorable I couldn’t resist him.

I turned my head towards him and kissed the crown of his head. “I love you.” I mumbled.

He smiled agains my neck and kissed the skin again. “I love you more, doll.”

I shook my head. “Not possible.”

He mumbled something about not agreeing with me but he didn’t even finish his sentences before he fell asleep.

He held me tight even in his sleep, I continued to play with his hair until the sleep took over me too.

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A/N: Hii I hope you like it! Thank you for your request🫶 if you find any mistake please let me know‼️ don’t forget to reblog, comment or like💗

[rofell]

Set Yourself on Fire - Chapters 13 and 14

This fic is:

College Dorm Roommates AU

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Sapphic

Y2K vibes

Feelings, light angst and a slow burn into smut.

Rated E

Long fic

Content warning for Azira's special interest in Art History.

I still haven't figured out how to imbed images on AO3 but here are some pics from these chapters:

The inspiration for our "Angel" and her Halloween costume (Chapter 13)

Azira and Crowley visit the Detroit Institute of Art (Chapter 14)

Excerpt:

“They’re beautiful,” Azira breathed next to her. If the work filled Azira with awe, it filled Crowley with energy. “Shit this is so COOL!” she exclaimed, noticing her voice echoing in the gallery. “Now this is some proper communist propaganda!” Azira chuckled. “It certainly is. Did you know they had a disclaimer against the politics of it in the fifties?” Crowley raised her brows. “What, really?” “Yes, and many people wanted it removed once the Cold War started. Of course, it was complicated. Diego was a member of the communist party. Predictably, no one minded his terrible behaviour in his personal life, just his politics.” Crowley shook her head. Azira pulled out a hefty textbook from her shoulder bag, because of course she brought a book to an art gallery. “Yes, here, let me find it.” Azira flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. She handed the open book to Crowley, a black and white photo of the gallery they were standing in, with a placard by the murals:  “Rivera's politics and his publicity seeking are detestable. But let's get the record straight on what he did here. He came from Mexico to Detroit, thought our mass production industries and our technology wonderful and very exciting, painted them as one of the great achievements of the twentieth century. This came after the debunking twenties when our artists and writers found nothing worthwhile in America and worst of all in America was the Middle West. Rivera saw and painted the significance of Detroit as a world city. If we are proud of this city's achievements, we should be proud of these paintings and not lose our heads over what Rivera is doing in Mexico today” Crowley laughed out loud, once again echoing off the murals. “Dude, you are the right person to bring to an art gallery.” Azira flushed, her corners of her lips lifting into a tiny grin, and they swept into the galleries.

Dive in to Chapter 1 or jump to Chapter 13 or Chapter 14

THANK YOU to the support of @whickber-street-writers and my betas @playdohangel, @angie-words, @springofviolets for cheering me through every stage of this fic

Thank you to @secretlywingedphantom for designing this kickass poster.

A big shout out to @goodomensafterdark for creating this community, I would not be writing fics if I hadn't fallen into that smut hole long ago.

Wishing it was still @ineffable-wives-weekend but frankly every weekend is ineffable wives weekend on this blog.

[heartfullofleeches]

Oohhh I love the night gallery crew!! <3

Okay so- how would the art gallery harem react to the news that their precious night guard used to pose as a nude art model for one if their previous jobs? Bonus points if they end up digging around and finding old drawings/portfolio pics of them posted online lol

The Painter

Their muse - a model in the past? A nude one at that? They can't say they aren't jealous others have bared witness to their beauty, but they won't be so upset about it if their dearest is willing to come out of retirement and maybe send their older photos up to their study. They promise not to stare too much, but they pray their muse doesn't mind if their eyes linger. It's rare for them to be in the presence of such raw perfection. They are more of a hands on type of painter so their muse wouldn't mind a few touches, no? As they would say, it’s all just apart of the process.

Rosebud

Of course they are interested, but they won't press the matter unless Reader offers to share.... Please ignore the excitement of their roses - though they do reflect Rosebud's inner feelings they assure Reader it's just past their feeding time. Clearly more flustered than they let on. Refuses to look at the images because they would only make them more tempted to leave bites all over Reader to claim them as their own as they are when they see the Guard's exposed neck or wrists or pretty much any uncovered inch of skin.

The Scavenger

Hope staff gives the printer in the breakroom a nice funeral because if Scavenger gets its hands on those portfolio shots it's the end of the line for that poor machine. Anything relating to their precious treasure is the pinnacle of their collection. They must have more - even if it's the same picture a thousand times it's still not enough. If anyone comes across one of their copies it's best theu leave them their because even if they're trying to return them Scavenger will accuse them of stealing. There's not doubt I my mind they've eaten a copy or two because they're weird like that.

The Faceless Angel

Conflicted. On one hand they are interested in seeing their guard in all forms, but on the other it feels like an invasion of privacy. Unlike some, their intrigue comes from an artistic viewpoint rather than sexual. They'd give anything for the opportunity to touch Reader's warm flesh without clothing in the way. It feels like heaven on their stone skin.

The Lady in Red

It's the less images she's interested in and more the people who have seen them. Swiftly cuts down anyone who views Reader's pictures while in the gallery be they human or fellow exhibit. She can't do anything about the past, but does everything in the present to keep too many eyes off her love. Takes the photos Scavenger loses and while she keeps a few on hand - she burns the rest.

Julian

Slimy fuck is probably the first to come across them being the noisy little stalker he is. As an artist in his free time, he does use them for reference, but it's much more fun to use them for other things. Like teasing Reader about their past or taping copies to the breakroom fidge. He only does it when he knows they're the only two on shift because he'll have to hurt anyone who sees them nakee besides him. Like Lady, he's more likely to attack paintings who have gotten a hold of the scavengers copies.

Anri

Their favorite coworker was once a model? How fun! They aren't the best artist, but they can draw Reader too. A little bashful about seeing them naked so they stick to just about the shoulders. They want to at least waiting until their ten date with Reader before seeing them in such a state. Covers their eyes and runs off whenever someone tries to show them. Julian only allows Anri to see the photos because it's fun to chase them through the halls with them or point out various aspects of their features to make Anri flustered

The Director

Dislikes imagine of Reader because while they can be used to create copies of them, The Director wants the real thing. Still has one of Scavenger's photos tucked in his coat pocket.

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My Tevan Sims - part 1

I finally did my 911 (sort of) Canon Verse save on the Sims 4, so I'm gonna share some pics.

Background: I built the apartment complex with Buck's loft in Del Sol Valley, and also made apartments for most of the other characters there. Ravi, May and Albert share a big apartment (and Ravi owns the building), Josh has one, Lena and Lucy (who are a couple) have one, and Taylor has one unit. There's still an empty unit for Bobby and Athena, who'll move in there as soon as their house burns down, lol.

Eddie has his house with Chris, The Wilsons and Hans share a lot with two houses (as rent units), and Tommy has a house across from Eddie - all in that small residential neighborhood in Del Sol.

Bobby and Athena live in Oasis Springs (my Los Angeles is split between Del Sol and OS), which is also as close as possible a copy of what they have on the show.

Now I couldn't have Buck and Tommy meet under the same circumstances as on the show, so I made Eddie and Tommy friends first and then had a huge New Year's party at the apartment complex (they have this amazing spa and party basement), which is where Tommy and Buck met.

I didn't even do anything as neither of them were actively played Sims, and they started talking and hitting it off.

As the party ended, Buck, Tommy and Maddie were the only ones still dancing.

Of course, the boys had to go play basketball together at some point...

And yes, Buck definitely has a crush on Tommy already, and vice versa (I may have cheated this a little, lol)

No ankles were harmed during this basketball match, but Tommy went to visit Buck at the loft anyway.

And then...

(Sadly, I couldn't get them to stand exactly as they did on the show, but alas, it works)

I'll be posting the date next (which went a little differently than in canon... no hot chicks comment, and they did get to see their movie).

BTW. All the sim families I made are on the gallery. My ID is RhiannonAR. they all contain some CC though, so if you want to download them, make sure you check the CC included box.

If you want Buck's (and Eddie's) tattoos and the birthmark, I made them and you can download them here.

My Tevan Sims - part 2 (Tommy's house)

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Here is a floor plan to better orient yourself to the floorplan of the Imperial Winter Palace that I used. I will show The Neva Enfilade of rooms 192 (The Anteroom), 191 (Nicholas Hall), 190 (Concert Hall), 193 (Fieldmarshal's Hall), 195 (Armorial Hall), 197 (Military Gallery of 1812)

192 The Anteroom-it formed the processional exit of the Neva enfilade, and presented their guests with a choice, either to descend the Jordan staircase and exit the palace, or to turn right and continue through the next enfilade.

191 Nicholas Hall - Originally known simply as the Great Hall, in 1855 a large equestrian portrait of the late tsar was hung from the wall, and the hall was renamed the Nicholas Hall. This hall served as the setting for many imperial balls and receptions.

190 Concert Hall- As the name implies, this hall was used to host concerts, balls and grand receptions. On occasions the concert Hall would be reserved for the highest-ranking guests and members of the court as the beginning of any imperial processions.

193 Fieldmarshal's Hall- Built to honour the greatest military leaders of the Russian empire, this great hall and the adjacent throne room are part of the suite of rooms that were created in the western part of the winter palace for Tsar Nicholas I in 1833.

194 The Small Throne Room- I was unable to make this room as I am limited by the largest lot size, but I still wanted to share a pic. The room was built to commemorate Peter the Great. Lined with crimson velvet and embellished with silver thread, this room was used by diplomats to offer good wishes on New Years Day.

195 Armorial Hall- this vast chamber was designed for offical ceremonies and grand receptions. It sits between the Miltary Hall and the palace courtyard.

197 Military Gallery of 1812- The gallery is a setting for 332 portraits of generals who took part in the Patriotic Wat of 1812. Destroyed in the famous fire of 1837, all portraits were saved by palace guards thanks to the slow burning of the fire.

I hope you enjoyed my attempts to grasp the same beauty and grandeur as Eduard Hau was able to capture in his watercolours.

[labuenosairesfrancaise]

Prestwald Hall

Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Prestwald Hall . This is the 9th building for my English Manors Collection, and I will add many more!

House History: Prestwold Hall was, for many years, the seat of the Packe family. Before that time, it was the home of the Skipwith family. After the death of Major Robert Christopher Packe (born c.1783) - one time Aide-de-camp to King George III - who was killed during the Battle of Waterloo, the hall passed to his nephew George Hussey Packe who held the hall and estate until his death in 1874.

The Hall was remodelled by architect William Burn in 1842–1844, incorporating the fabric of a mid-18th-century H-plan house. It was Grade I listed in 1951.

One of the finest rooms inside the house is the Entrance Hall with its richly coloured marbled plaster work in the Italian style. The painted ceiling was inspired by Raphael’s Vatican grotesques and incorporates miniature landscapes, showing the house before and after its remodelling between 1842 and 1844. Below the ceiling, wreathing the room, are small medallion busts of the poets from Chaucer to Scott, positioned in the spandrels and are likely inspired by Alberti's external arcade at the Tempio Malatestiano in Rimini. An arcade opens on to a vaulted corridor leading to a top lit inner hall: these spaces also marbled. Off the corridor, the cantilevered stone staircase survives from the eighteenth century house, and was given its bracketed brass balusters by William Wilkins (1751-1815) in 1805.

The Dining Room, added by Wilkins in 1805, was incorporated into the remodelling undertaken by the Scottish architect William Burn in 1842. The room is overlooked by two dramatic full length portraits of Sir Edward Hussey Packe, KBE (1878 – 1946) and the Hon. Lady Mary Sydney Packe (née Colebrooke, 1890 – 1973) by the painter Glyn Philpot RA (1844 – 1947). The portrait of Lady Packe, painted in 1911, was described by the art historian Robin Gibson OBE as an ‘amazing feat of virtuosity’. Its elongated elegance and introspective characterisation is totally without the fashion-plate vulgarity of much Edwardian portraiture. Other portraits hang in this room of the Packe family including a painting of Sir Christopher Packe (1595 – 1682) who purchased the house in the 17th century painted by Cornelis Janssens van Ceulen (1593 –1661).

The library extends nearly the entire length of the house when the large doors that separate it from the drawing room are opened, connecting the two rooms. With clever use of constructional steel, William Burn was able to create these long adjoining rooms. The windows rise from floor level and open onto the garden which enhances the notion that Prestwold was designed in the style of an Italian classical villa. The doors and bookcases in library were made for George Hussey Packe (1846–1908) by Gillows of Lancaster and London in 1875.

A conservatory fills the recessed central bay at the front of the house, and projects out towards the garden. Behind the glass and elegant Doric pilasters, are well planted raised beds with a number of exotic plants and flowers

More history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prestwold_Hall

Virtual tour: https://www.prestwold-hall.com/virtual-tour/

Night pics

Floorplans

This house fits a 50x40 lot and features the following:

great hall

long Library

formal dinning room

family room

playroom

formal gallery

a winter garden

14 rooms for family/guests + 3 service rooms

several bathrooms

This time I decorated most of the rooms in the main floor for picture purposes, but as allways, you can make it your own!

The second and third floor (bedrooms) are not decorated, but finished.

Hope you like it.

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Please enjoy, comment if you like it and share pictures with me if you use my creations!

Early Access: August 15

Download: https://www.patreon.com/posts/prestwald-hall-104505183

[dabislittlemouse]

(This is like, my third ask ever. Please have mercy on me if I mess it up.)

Okay, so I saw your reply to the Anon ask about the porn of his partner that Dabi keeps in his phone, and I don't know why that hooked me so hard, but - ohmagawd, I LOVE it.

Yes. 1,000%. Thank you.

I love it. It's perfect. Yet, I don't know why, but something carnal in me just NEEDS to bring it back and expand on it.

Now that we have established that we all know that, yes, of course, Dabi absolutely has porn of him railing the brains out of his Little Mouse filling up all the storage in his phone - how does he organize it? How?

Because you know he fucks you way, WAY to much to just have a single album for smut. It'd have like 2,000+ things in it! That's a mess! He would never find that exact video he's looking for on a lonely night when his favorite cocksleeve wasn't around.

I feel like Dabi is the kind of guy who meticulously organizes his porn (not like Shiggy, that animal. No wonder he can never find what he's after.) Especially the stuff he keeps of HIS partner.

(I have a Samsung phone, apologies if it's different in Apple but-)

First, he's got an entire file named after you. Is just your name. Almost as if it were totally innocent.

And in that main file, he's got all his pics and videos organized into numerous different groups and albums. You know, like his own personal pornhub of just you.

Sure, he's got some that are like: 'cute shit', 'selfies', 'sleeping', or whatever.

But mostly, it's more like those that are organized by type; 'Blowjob', 'Handjob', 'Strip Tease', 'Anal', ect.

Or by position; 'Doggy', 'Cowgirl', 'Missionary', 'Mating Press', and so on and so on.

And some by kink; 'Cuffs', 'Bondage', 'Tit Fuck', 'Gagged', 'Burns', 'Creampie' and more.

Then there are 'Favorites', 'My Coat', 'Whore Noises', and 'Fucked Stupid'.

In every album, they are organized youngest to oldest. And every single picture or video is dutifully named with the date, the file it belongs in, + any other type/position/kink of note. If it's a video, he also adds the number of times you came at the beginning of the video to the number by the end, the same for him if applicable, and a delectablly brief description.

I.E.

'Jan 24 2023, Sleeping, Drool on pillow.jpg'

'Feb 14 2023, Facial, Babe wanted Facial for valentines, good girl.jpg'

'Mar 11 2023, Whore Noises, cowgirl/some burns, Cum 5-8, 3, screaming my name while tits slap her in face.mp4'

'Apr 07 2023, Tit Fuck, Aftermath of Mouse wearing my coat as I Tit Fuck her.jpg'

'Apr 27 2023, Blowjob, deep throat training going well, almost there!'

'May 30 2023, Blowjob, begging & punishment, Cum Denied, 3, Mouse swallows 3 loads as punishment for being a brat, begs to cum but she's been bad.mp4'

'July 15 2023, Doggy, bitch is loud, Cum 3-8, 0-2, Mouse railed in sundress over back of couch until braindead.mp4'

'Aug 08 2023, Creampie, juicy, cum I lost count, 5, admiring my handiwork after destroying pretty pussy.mp4'

BRO- I AM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD AND DETAILED??!! PLS I JUST WOKE UP AKDNAKDJSJDJSDNSJDKDJ

The way I am smiling while reading this at work help- I literally love this ask SOOOO MUCH you have no idea 😫😫 definitely one of my favorite I’ve gotten so far

I just love how organised this all looks, and how filthy, the descriptions of them, the dates, omg I’d feel extremely embarrassed at the thought of him having a pornhub gallery only with me in it with such detailed descriptions please-

I see Dabi as a very organised type of person so I just know for sure he’d organise his porn gallery pretty well.

Also the shade on Shiggy made me cackle too much

[lythea-creation]

I Love Her More - Tasneem/Hiba x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: What happens when Hiba and Tasneem find out they're in love with the same girl? Will they be able to save their friendship? And what does (f/n) think about her friends fighting over her?

warnings: eating disorder

word count: 1.234

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In this story you will be able to pick your love interest, which will happen in the next chapter. Hope you like it!

Requested by @jj156

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Tasneem's PoV

“What pictures should I share next?”, I wondered, handing my phone over to Hiba.

We were hanging out at my home right now, which was not rare for us. After all she was my best friend.

“That one's hot”, she suggested. “Oh, and take this one, too.”

My mom was not home. So we were sitting on the couch in the living room.

“Isn't this one a bit too sexy?”, I considered.

“Nah. It's alright. Look at this”, she declared, showing me a pic of herself.

In comparison to that mine was still innocent. Yet I would not judge her for it. It was completely in a gray zone.

“What else do you have?”, I inquired, taking her phone from her.

Meanwhile she was skipping through my gallery.

Hiba was absolutely great at taking pictures.

I stopped in my tracks when I found a picture of (f/n). I could not help but stare at it for a while.

She was sitting in class, apparently listening to Miss Abeer. Her focused gaze was kinda cute. Therefore I had my difficulties to skip to the next picture.

The more I scrolled through Hiba's gallery though, the more pictures of (f/n) I found. The weird thing about that was that (f/n) was never looking into the camera.

Something was off.

“Hiba? Why do you have so many pictures of (f/n) on her phone?”, I asked her bluntly.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”.

I presented her collection to her.

“Guess I always forgot to delete them”, she brushed it off, wearing a poker face.

“Why did you take them in the first place?”, I continued.

“Why does it matter? It's nothing unusual to have pictures of your friends on your phone”, she shot back, obviously getting irritated.

“What about your other friends then? Wait! Do you like her?”, I assumed.

“Maybe I do. So what?”, she proposed.

A pit formed inside my stomach. This could not be true.

“You can't like her”, I exclaimed.

“Why not? Because she's a girl? Come on, Tasneem! I didn't think you were homophobic”, she stated.

“No! You can't have her. I've had a crush on her for months now”, I proclaimed.

“And yet you're still dating Omar”, she reminded me. “But that doesn't matter anyway. (f/n) wouldn't want somebody superficial like you.”

“You're calling me superficial? Have you taken a look in the mirror recently?”

“At least I don't stuff my mouth with junk and hang over the toilet whenever something bothers me. It's only a matter of time until she finds out and then she's gonna be so grossed out by you that she will never even want to look at you again”, she claimed.

That was an excruciatingly low blow. I had not even known that Hiba was aware of my eating disorder. But throwing it at me like that made me question our whole friendship.

“You know what? You may be pretty, but that's all you got. You're a bitch who cares about nobody but herself. The only thing you can do is make everyone else feel miserable, so you don't feel as shitty about your life. That's why nobody wants to hang out with you. The only friends you have are around because of me”, I ranted.

“Wow”, Hiba mumbled and left abruptly.

Her teary eyes were burned into my mind, knowing that I had caused all of this. But right now I could not care less.

Ironically I did exactly what Hiba had accused me of. Retreat to my eating disorder.

Actually Hiba was my only friend that mattered to me, but from time to time I just could not stand her mean attitude. Yet I had not meant to lose her completely.

What was I supposed to do now?

Hiba was stubborn and hurt, which was not a good combo.

Every time I tried to approach her throughout the next days, she would straight up ignore me. Until she did not.

“Why are you even trying to talk to me? You made yourself pretty clear that you couldn't stand me. So just leave me alone”, Hiba grumbled as I had met her outside in the break.

“Hiba, I'm sorry. You're my best friend. I don't want us to be fighting”, I apologized.

“You're sorry because you can't stand the fight. Not because you're actually sorry”, she accused me.

“So what? If I remember it correctly, you were the one starting this in the first place”, I reminded her.

“Oh! Now I'm the villain. I mean … of course I am. Because little Miss Perfect could never do anything wrong”, she remarked.

You know what? Maybe you're right and this whole thing between us just doesn't work out. You wanna be a bitch? Then be my guest! I won't bother you again”, I declared and walked off without looking back.

The urge to binge was unbearable. Therefore I was relieved to have two pastries in my school bag, who were gone in the matter of a minute.

For that one minute everything else seemed to fade away. But it was over quickly and instead of my initiate pain, the guilt and fear of ruining my hard work kicked in.

My feet were moving on their own, carrying me to the bathroom, where I made sure that nobody was inside.

Then I let it all come out, deleted the sugar and fat and countless calories from my system.

A tear slid down my cheek. Was life really supposed to this excruciating?

I wiped the tear away and got out of the stall, cleaning myself up at the sink. Apparently I was having tunnel vision because I had not noticed someone standing across from me.

“Tasneem ...” It was (f/n). Shit!

I felt myself flinch out of surprise, making a mess with the water covering my hands.

The look on her face told me that she had heard me.

“Hey. Sorry you had to hear that. I think I've eaten something wrong”, I lied.

“So you're gonna go home now?”, she questioned.

“Nah. I'm already feeling better”, I brushed it off.

“You're not”, she claimed.

“No offense, but how do you want to know that?”, I shot back.

“It's written all over you”, she insisted. “Is that what you're doing when you claim to use the restroom?”

“What are you even talking about? I was just feeling sick”, I exclaimed.

She flinched slightly when I yelled at her, making the guilt return. It was not fair to let all my bottled up emotions out on her.

“You are sick, Tasneem. But not the way you're claiming to be. It's okay. I'm not judging you or anything. I just want to help you”, she noted softly.

I avoided to look at her, completely out of words. She knew. It was too late to convince her otherwise.

Suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, enveloping me in a comforting hug.

“You're so tall”, she stated after a while, grinning up at me.

“You're just short”, I teased her, making both of us chuckle.

For a short moment I forgot about everything weighing me down. I wished life could always be this easy.

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Now it's time to pick your poison ... I mean girlfriend oc

Tasneem

Hiba

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