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#man this is gonna be like. a big ventish thing so just. yknow ignore or something#i... I miss them and there's no way to see em again#They were both very nice. they were family and it was horrible when they both left#they were basically my siste.rs but suddenly something happened and now I can't ever dream of seeing em again#I know they miss us. and I would go to the ends of the earth to be able to have them close by again#it hurts cause. They had it rough and they mentioned how we helped a lot when shit got bad bad#And then the whole c.ovid thing happened and we all grew closer#And then.jist like that they left.#I didnt even get to say goodbye properly#i really thought they'd be back.#That m.an was an asshole. I hope they'll be able to cut ties with all that nasty shit that followed them close#i hope someday I'll be able to hug any of em again.#fucjking. xm.as song that made all those weird feelings return#why am I even saying it all here? hm#ill regret it later or I'll delete later or something
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#oh god. just a tiny small rant but like. sometimes i wanna draw things for a particularly cursed fandom#and its like no nonononono no. stop. i literally cannot hear that name without a full body cringe. y tf would#u still wanna draw that stuff??? but like when i was 1st getting into drawing anime it was the 1st fandom i really engaged with outside of#bleach. so i have SO much nostalgia for it. god but its so cursed. and like its silly and thr ways i engaged with it#were fun and silly but like even when i got into hs i had some awareness that hm something feels weird abt the set up of this show... like#the perspective here is kinda fucked. and now as an adult i am so horrified and fascinated by this weird monstrosity of a series. HOLY FUCK.#i bet is still have one of the manga editions at home. oh GOD. i hate it.#here ill say something thatll clue u in on what fandom im talking abt and if u kno u kno (derogatory)#sometimes when im watching the english dubs of other anime. ill hear a voice actor and be like. this voice. this voice is so familiar. why#am i hearing this voice talk with an italian accent? and then i am hit by a wave of revulsion#but then i think of all the terrible fanart i used to draw and im like oh it would b fun to redraw that. but noooo. stop. stop it. i hate u#the curse of nostalgia for a wretched piece of media#unrelated
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Iâm here to say that you may absolutely express negativity about veilguard to me as long as itâs not stupid. hate on it for real reasons, of which there are plenty, most of which Iâm ignoring because of the hype but would be glad to discuss in a civilized manner. no forced positivity in this zone this is a safe space. unless your criticism is dumb as fuck then I will point and laugh
#sorry people have been posting about how bad the ~discourse~ is#about everything under the sun#and Iâm starting to think that people are really just classifying like#âoh this guy has a different opinion than meâ as discourse#like. hm. hereâs an example from the latest and greatest#some people think a certain ending for Astarion is better than the others#they are entitled to that opinion! you are entitled to dksageee!#nobody is attacking you for your preference#even if someone says on their blog âoh if you donât put blorbo bleebus through the bingly bop ritual youâre not a real fanâ thatâs still#not a personal attack! thatâs just someone Having Thoughts on their own blog#sorry Iâm just. sigh#you canât post any analysis of the actual climactic event in dragon age 2 anymore without it being labeled discourse#and I think. hereâs my contribution to the discourse#you all are so obsessed with Avoiding Discourse that youâre not letting yourself feel the joy of getting stupidly invested in media#anyway. arenât you tired of being nice. donât you wanna go apeshit#ugh sigh DISCLAIMER because this is tumblr and you have to over explain lest someone take you in the worst possible faith#I am WELL AWARE of people who do actually like attack people and make online space hell for the differing opinions#tis why I specified people talking about their takes *on their own blog*#I am also WELL AWARE of pervasive issues in fandom. namely racism. Iâm talking about racism and looking directly at the way bg3 fandom#treats and talks about wyll. and the way they treat black fans who rightfully call that shit out#racism isnât discourse. itâs racism#talking about racism isnât discourse. donât devalue the conversation like that#disclaimers over. I stand by what I said#this is a safe space to have opinions. even if I disagree. unless what youâre saying is really stupid#donât fish for reasons to be a hater. haterism should come naturally or not at all#this has been a post
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i guess im being offered the job lol
#i didnt even have to interview????? here i was worrying about oh god going for an interview#but i guess not???#manager called me just now and was like hey i spoke w the people they want to know if you can start on these dates#like. okay???????#theres a week of training for me to do and then the following week id start at thee job#like an idiot as i was saying bye on the phone i only remembered then that i should have asked if it was PAID training ugh.#im assuming so . but maybe not. idk#im gonna call him back on monday to give my answer#this is it.... i may finally be free of the annoying people....#but like anything i have my trepidations. bc who know if itll work out#well thats life. as the song goes#fortunately im still within the timeframe to change the amount for my commuter benefits pretax card thing#bc the monthly pass id need for the new job#costs like less than half of what i pay now for the bus to ny#crazyyyyy. anyway i gotta do that if i decide to take the job#its more money (a little. but still more. ok its like a dollar and 4 cents more. which not a lot but still)#i get more sleepytime (always good) and im saving on commuting#plus ill only have to pay nj (and federal) taxes. instead of also paying ny yay. thats good#sorry again weighing the pros and cons onstage here#UH. what else#well a shorter commute is good but it means less reading/music listening time#although ive only resumed reading recently lol#idk. well then i could read at home and not worry about my books getting messed up#these past couple weeks ive been :( that the like 70-something year old paperback ive been taking is getting a bit rougher#only a little. but yesterday it got a bit wet bc my bag got soaked in the rain#why am i taking a super old book to work well i dont know what to tell you we have some old books#ok getting off topic. everything seems good about the new job so fuck dude i guess ill go for it#finally free of the stupid people here.... on to new stupid people (undoubtedly)#well it's probably all good then but unfortunately i always worry what if it isnt. hm
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talking to new people again is making me realize that (this is gonna sound dramatic) i haven't lived in five years but what i have done is watch a lot of movies and read a bunch of books and believe it or not that actually makes me an interesting conversationalist in some ways (?)
#and like i say: brf slt#they don't know i'm crazy and as long as you're normal about it having seen a lot of movies just makes you come off as someone who's like#interested in culture i guess. which i am. but it's fun#and the books thing too and also knowing a lot about sociology#i have things to say jokes to make so in two months they haven't even realized i haven't lived a life yetđ#i didn't even do it on purpose the way it happened is in 2019 i was very depressed suicidal etc then i got better but i was focused on#like...idk. basically getting used to being okay with being alive again? then it was 2020 and we didn't have classes in person full time#until september 2021. that's how it was for university students here. i did hang out with people but no one i LOVED or actually became#close with and it's true that i could have tried harder but i didn't because guys i love being by myselfđđđ#then three years went by and now we're here. it's fine it's just that i don't have a lot of anecdotes that aren't old because LITERALLY#nothing has happened to me. nothing#that's not true i did talk about something semi-recent to my bff on friday it was about my 'friends' who hated on everyone the same way i#did when i was literally 12 and about how anxiety inducing it was because after a while i was like is this how they talk about me when i'm#not around𤨠i actually talked about that then. january or february 2023#this has been in my drafts for a week and i talked about the post i talk about in that last tag last week when i talked about my mutual who#blocked me that's the post she replied to to give me adviceđ#also it's funny i said they don't know i'm crazy and a guy asked me what my favorite tv shows were and i don't know why i actually gave him#my full list like it's funny because like i said they think i like like good movies and good television and interesting books and stuff#and i know the shows i told him made him reassess that (which is fine but it's just funny) and also i told him i'm watching gilmore girls#for the 18th time and he was like you're joking i was like hm...and then he was like no you're being serious because it's way too#precise...and THAT i could have not told him. i was like whyyy did i tell him that...but it's fine#HE HADN'T EVEN HEARD OF SUCCESSION? 34-year-olds...#i mentioned the sopranos a couple weeks ago and my future bff was like what is that and i was like ? then i asked two more people and they#didn't know the show either so i was like i'll ask him (34-year-old) i know he'll know the sopranos and he was like OBVIOUSLY i know#the sopranos it's supposed to be one of the best shows of all time and later i asked if he had seen succession and he'd never even heard of#it? crazy. i mean if it had been anyone else i wouldn't have thought it was crazy but i expected HIM to know succession
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Shenzi: *tells him the truth about Scar*
Cheezi: Okay, I think we made a mistake.
Shenzi: *asks him to join her clan so they can be safe*
Cheezi: how dare.
#ooc#Sorry this really made me laugh because#that really bothered him the most and itâs funny to me#I know Kat said once that Ed does not want to freak Cheezi out#so I can imagine Ed took it slowly with Cheezi especially after Cheezi found out who he is#and likely let him approach on his own accord#no asking to join him in the backlands because he has a clan#and from the vague information he got Cheezi is happy so just let him be there but they will visit each other#and then Shenzi for understandable reasons was worried and asks him to join her clan for safety and Cheeziâs over here like#a bit late for that isnât it????#you think you can just show up and bring our clan out of order???#you ainât got no idea what we have been through together we ainât throwing away all that and start from scratch#and like it would have been the same had Ed tried to do that when they first met#he is still coming to terms with it all and everything has been so complicated lately#and Iâm sorry but that interaction makes me laugh#i love it#listen Shenzi is totally valid because of her experiences with Scar#and she wants them to be safe which is understandable#but Cheezi is over here like âŚ.that fear cannot come from just getting blamed and now I am even more worried#i just find it hilarious that his mind got stuck on the 'hey join my clanâ part because he is over here like#SLOWLY PLEASE#and she says no rush but heâs here like âŚ.hm. idk what to think anymore I need some space#I donât know why I find that interaction hilarious
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magical john drag king is exactly what alan moore meant about the ideaspace this absolutely existed in our collective consciousness as a human species
#or i guess the human species? whoâs to say#ok i actually need to stop i donât know what iâm thinking anymore#i can like vividly imagine magical john on a stage and real and iâm afraid#also yeah no this post probably doesnât make sense to anyone else#ezraâs real life rambles#silly hours posting#<- hello my old friend i feel this is justified (ancients of mu mu?????) here#why am i being abnormal about the fucking klf book. what why how this isnât good this isnât a cool one to talk to people about#âhey so you heard of this satire religion called discordianism? oh no youâre not? fair enough#surely youâre aware of self-referential reality tunnels though right? oh no youâre not. hm well how about the illuminatus! trilogy?#huh. ok. well to cut to the chase there was this band called the klf and they had like many hit singles#youâll know some of them most likely. but uh ultimately they burned 1 million pounds in cash!! like straight up!! and it was filmed#some time afterwards (i think like 23 years?) they went around on an unusal tour showing off the footage#but at this point they werenât making music anymore you see. so it wouldnât even make sense as some publicity stunt#but yeah on this tour they go around and ask people why they (the klf) burned 1 million pounds#was it art? was it rock and roll? and most people go âit was stupid and selfish you entitled pricksâ#they both (drummond and cauty (the klf)) have a family yknow#like they both have wives and kids. one of them had like four children i think?#anyway the money burning happened on the 23rd of august 1994 in the island of juraâ#you canât just say all of that to someone no one cares#ok for real iâm gonna go now and eventually sleep
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I would like to have just one first week back at school that doesn't suck literally so bad please I'm begging
#why does everyone seem so intent on keeping me fucking sleep deprived hm? like what's up with that?#there's no rhyme or reason to any of that and yet it continues#so bad that even on my day off all I can do is sit here and do fuck all#when literally last night I was feeling decent after the day's events and even wanted to work on terror things. like??? come on y'all.#and then when I try to help folks it feels like everything I say is wrong and I'm just some pretentious asshole and like what am I cursed??#anyway thoughts and prayers I'm gonna go watch ep 1 of the terror and hopefully things will suck just slightly less
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I literally had a dream about reading the worst fan fiction like fucking ever kiryu was just randomly a yandere and nishiki was trying his best to survive also kiryu turned into a dragon (deez nuts) halfway and let nishiki kill him for being a bad boy but he was so upset about having to kill his bro that he just lay in the corpse for a bit and thats when i decided to stop reading and i literally opened tumblr in my dream to complain about how bad it was like the writing went back and forth from being terrible to incredible and i found myself enjoying some parts and despising others. I skipped the first few chapters so i had to tab back out and read the summary like why are they in a beach resort and the summary didnt just tell me nothing but it was also double spaced between each line and very fucking irritating and while reading it i kept thinking this is extremely ooc and boring like they would not fucking say that
#Listen to my problems#i cant stress enough that i dont even ship them why did i read a sex fic about kiryu and nishikiyamer#like i believe they are the bestest of friends forever and ever and like as hotblooded young men growing up together they must have tried a#few sex moves on each other at least once but i dont think they see each other as romantic prospects. like unlike majima and saejima#(seajima) who are literally together all the time and will never travel anywhere without the other unless its to prison. kiryu and nishiki#have this understanding that eventually theyll have to part ways and find their own path. while they would always remain in each others#hearts and thoughts they knew that they couldnt be holding hands forever and besides they have to focus on getting kazama to the top not#each other !! so nishiki was very happy that kiryu was getting his own family soon even if it meant that kiryu was getting âaheadâ of him#and kiryu who can accept consequences for himself but no one else was just like um ... well nishiki please give me the gun and take yumi#your sister needs you or whatever <3 i am definitely expendble and prison life is for me yayy yayyyy i love going to jail so nobody can talk#to me ever again. i keep asking myself how difficult it would have been for kiryu to just pop in by the hospital every now and then to check#in on nishikis sister. its not like he cant take care of her. its not like he doesnt know how to earn money. he just straight up thinks that#nishiki is better than him so he should be the one to get locked up ... because nishiki can take care of yumi and i straigh up forgot his si#sisters name and reina and kazama without him. and nishikis like damn i wish kiryu was here so bad (looks at his wwkd bracelet) hm think ill#go insane. i literally forgot what my original point was but that fic was so bad guys im so glad it doesnt exist#in it kiryu was trying his best to keep nishiki in one place and he kept being very. well kiryu was just kiryu but he kept apologising#saying things like you cant leave yet ... and looking at him with his big sad eyes and nishiki would always be like f-fine ... (he doesnt#like it here) also nishiki was one hell of a princess type and had a nurse costume on at some point which means the yakuza server nishiki#propoganda is working on me. very weird. love the part when kiryu was randomly a big dragon because he utterly filled the hallways of their#little beach shack and his scales were nice and soft and he was lovely. little guy
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FANTASIZEâŚ
old!logan howlett x fem!reader
*mdni
cw: cursing, nsfw, age gap (reader is twenty-five)
wc: 1k+
a/n: i have no idea where this came from. i was supposed to be working on something completely different but apparently, this needed to be written first instead. yes it is inspired by the unreleased ariana grande song.
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Logan couldn't read minds. He never longed for the ability or power; he was better off not knowing what others had going on in their heads. He only wanted to peek into someone's mind when he caught your twinkling eyes lingering in his direction. Luckily, he could still read your mind even without the mutation because your fantasies were written all over your face.
It was obvious to anyone caught in the same room as you and Logan, that there was tension. You burned holes all over his body with your intense gaze. If Logan was in the mood to entertain your little crush, he could compliment you in a way that was sure to make you blush.
"Good form today, kid."
"Lookin' pretty today, sweetheart."
"Lemme fix that lipstick, dollface." That one left you with an ache in between your thighs as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Can't have you walkin' around here a mess, now can we?"
Logan wasn't sure if he would ever make it to heaven but seeing your lip tremble with need was close enough for him.
If he saw you in a dress with a pair of mary-jane's, he would try to catch a glimpse of your underwear in the reflection of your shoes. It didn't always work but it made him feel young again.
No one was brave enough to address it due to him being twice your age. Despite being twenty-five years old and already having graduated from the school, it was still considered taboo to some. If anyone asked Logan about it, he would brush it off as a schoolgirl crush that you would eventually grow out of.
It was truly harmless he thought. You got the attention you craved and Logan got to see a pretty young woman squirm in her seat because of him. It never went further than flirtatious comments and lingering stares.
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Today might be the worst day of your life. You and Logan were being sent out together on a mission to find a mutant that lived two hours away. It wasn't the mission that worried you; it was being stuck in a tiny car with only Logan for one hundred and twenty minutes.
"Why aren't 'cha talkin', dollface?" Logan asked, almost teasingly.
For almost twenty minutes, he was aware of your eyes watching his hand hold the wheel. Logan was also incredibly aware of the effect it had on you. A little broken sigh escapes you when his hand clenches tighter around the leather, making his veins pop even more.
"Too busy fantasizing 'bout me?"
No matter how much you tried to find someone your age to be with, your heart always went back to Logan. He treated you differently than anyone you've ever met. Sure, sometimes he made you feel like a kid but he also knew you could handle your own. Logan wouldn't let anyone underestimate you; that kept you crawling back to him.
"Maybe I am." You shrug, fed up with his games.
"Oh, yeah?" He says, taking a deep inhale of your sent. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"
You were used to Logan's overly confident personality that he tried to use to intimidate you; and make you stumble over your words. It wasn't gonna work this time. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but you needed him to admit it first.
"Us in the backseat of the car." You admit, biting the inside of your cheek nervous for his response.
"Really? And what are we doing back there?" He asked, cocking his head curiously as his eyes remained glued to the road.
"You're on top of me, makin' me feel good." Your words were coy but that was the point. Logan liked being the tease; having all the power.
"Keep talkin', dollface."
There it was. You had him right where you wanted him.
You pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking your head and telling him, "No, I shouldn't"
"Why not?"
"Because an old man like yourself can't keep up with me, right? At least that's what I heard you tell the Professor."
Logan couldn't believe you had heard their conversation earlier this week. The Professor was the only person who knew the truth of how Logan felt towards you. When Charles asked him what was stopping him from pursuing you, all Logan had to say was, "I'm too old for her; can't keep up with such a young thing like her".
Which was far from the truth.
"So obsessed with me that you're listenin' to my conversations now?" He growled, pulling the car over.
"Stop acting like you aren't obsessed with me too." You smile at him. "I know a few pairs of my underwear 'mysteriously' disappear from my hamper. I know that you can hear me through the walls late at night, panting your name."
With each sentence, you inch closer to him. Logan could only compare you to the snake in Eve's garden; encouraging him to give into his temptations.
"I also know that you want me." Your eyes were dark with desire, making his pants tighter. "So, if you can't get it up or claim that you don't want me then that's fine with-"
Logan fumed with irritation and lust. Not thinking twice before slamming your lips into yours. He tasted exactly like you imagine; tobacco and mint. You were addicted; no one could ever compare to him.
In a rush, his rough hands pulled you into his inviting lap before one cupped your jaw and his other made its way up your skirt, toying with your lacy underwear. He wasn't going to give it to you that easily.
"L-Logan, please," You moan against his mouth, trying to create some friction on his lap. "Need it."
God, he's waited a long time to hear that; to see you so desperate in his arms. When he pulled back to look at you, Logan couldn't be more pleased with the image in front of him. Your eyes shut tightly, face scrunched, trying to concentrate, and lips pouty with annoyance. Logan removes his hand under your skirt; causing the prettiest whine to escape you. He thought you might be what finally kills him.
"We aren't done, sweetheart." He groaned in your ear. "Get in the backseat because you are gonna tell me every single one of your fuckin' fantasies."
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Sometimes when reblogging I think "it's been a while since I've posted anything Spring Awakening-related, people might be surprised to see it on my blog" then I remember what my blog name is
#part of it is like. i hope ppl don't get the wrong idea 'cause yeah i love this musical but i also hate it#like i am highly critical of it i just keep those discussions to the dead discord server#but yeah if anyone was gonna like. block me for liking it they'd just have to look at my username asdfghjkl#for anyone with no context this prolly sounds bad like why would someone block me for liking a musical#idk man ppl have strong opinions sometimes.it could happen#ik i myself am a lil weary of the fandom đ#if you're a casual spring awakening enjoyer that's fine. power to ya. but. agh. this fecking musical#it's my blog name bc it kickstarted my second & ongoing musical phase. like my starter musicals were heathers & bmc but this one Got Me#it was prolly my most intense fixation since.. since hetalia đ WHICH WAS MY FIRST EVER FANDOM#i was out here learning songs in ASL because of this musical WE DON'T EVEN USE ASL HERE (although i did go on to take Auslan classes)#i.. this musical had an impact on my life and that's all i can really say. boy oh boy...#spring awakening#braindumping in the tumblr tags#don't go watch this musical. but maybe do go read the play it's based on idk#i have many thoughts and feelings about this#shoutout to everyone who's said they felt like they were having a stroke reading my username#probably not the most sensitive way to describe it but i do perfectly understand what you mean#kinda the intended effect. jumbling the letters like that#rly it's just swapping two letters in each word. but it's effective#hm i just got a poll idea
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voicelines about you: as their lover ! (part 2)
featuring: sunday, aventurine, blade (+ black swan, acheron) [ part 1: dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, kafka, jingliu. ]
notes: well. the long awaited part 2 is here! (i took absolutely wayyy too long to finish this but a lovely anon requested the penacony cast so i just waited until now haha) stay tuned for either a future aventurine fic or a sunday fic tho; reblogs are appreciated! main masterlist.
Sunday
About [Name]: Ah, you speak of my beloved. [Name] has managed to strike your interest as well? Heh, I'm joking. You aren't that type of person, no? âŚ.But yes, my lover truly is quite stellar, if not incomparable. I doubt I'd find anyone in the universe as lovely as I do them.
About [Name]: Smitten Robin often jokes about how my eyes change whenever I see them. âSoftens like the smitten man you are,â she says. Well, my sister is hardly wrong about matters of the heart, and to be fair, her words are indeed correct. While I cannot be with them every second of the day, despite my only wish to do soâŚ. I suppose this much is fine. At the very least, this bewitched version of myself shall ward any that dare take [Name] away from me.
About [Name]: Preparation. âŚMy mansion has everything [Name] shall ever desire. As for I, what I only desire is them alone, and for them to be right by my side. When the time is right, what's mine shall also be theirs, and none shall ever separate the two of us again. Should anyone attempt it, well, there's a reason my mansion is built the way it is.
Aventurine
About [Name]: [Name], [Name], [Name].... I see that you too have an eye for priceless treasures. Unfortunately for you, this particular one is already mine to behold. Mm, I wonder how my lover must be faring right nowâŚ. Missing them is truly, horribly debilitating.
About [Name]: Unworthy Whenever I think of [Name] being with me, of all people⌠Sometimes, the thought is unbearable. To think they would care for someone like meâŚ. How truly lucky I am. Or maybe it's the other way around? Hehe, take a guess.
About Topaz: Contradictory Topaz and [Name] get along fairly well, despite her rather obvious dislike for me. Nonetheless, I suppose I can understand why. My lover is irresistibly charming~ Now, does this make me jealous, I wonderâŚ. How about we bet on that?
Blade
About [Name]: Though this sword may be battered and broken, if you harbor any intention of harm towards them, I will not hesitate to brandish this blade.
About [Name]: Mara Infliction When afflicted with mara, the senses are ravaged ceaselessly, muddying the mindâbeing unable to distinguish ally from foe. This is my path. And yet their face is clear, pure amidst the carnage, alleviating the haze for but a moment. My mind may be overridden with hatred, but I will never forget that feeling of salvation.
(BONUS: Kafkaâs Voiceline about [Name] !) About [Name]: Truly A Shame Bladieâs little darling, hm? Definitely a wonder, that one, taming him so easily. Those two are definitely an interesting case, that's for sure. Scary, marastruck Blade and themâŚ. truly a shame. Even I know just how the ending of that particular script will end.
Acheron
About [Name]: âŚThey are my lover, yes. Hm? Tell you more about them? Heh, I think you'd have better luck asking [Name] instead of me. I probably wouldn't even know where to begin.
About [Name]: Keeping Memories Despite the fact of my memories being in less than the best condition, [Name] always tells me about all the exciting things they've come across, whether it be delicious food from various planets, or even the most mundane things like the sound of the rushing water, the sight of fireflies in the night. They truly make everything worth remembering.
(BONUS: Black Swanâs Voiceline about [Name] !) About [Name]: Eye Of The Storm Ah, you speak of that Galaxy Ranger's companionâŚ. The abyss that is her consciousness seems to only become calm in the face of them, akin to the eye of the storm. A shining light in the middle of nothingnessâthat is something that even she cannot let go of. No wonder Miss Acheron is quite taken with them.
Black Swan
About [Name]: The memories of Memokeepers are sorted into various categories by their importance. As my lover, my memories of them hold the greatest value of all. Such memoriesâŚ. even if the Remembrance wishes for me to hand them over, I doubt I will ever allow it.
About [Name]: Dancing My proficiency in the act of dancing is all thanks to my continued practice with [Name] on our shared time together. Fufu, âdates,â if you will. Every moment I spend in their arms, swaying to the beat of the music at every turn⌠those are the memories I wish to forever retain.
About Acheron: Indebted One time, Miss Acheron managed to get lost in the middle of the Reverie Hotelâs halls... as usual. [Name] came across her then, and proceeded to have a lovely chat with her. I owe her a debt for keeping my lover company as I was preoccupied with some matters the Garden of Recollection entrusted to me to relay to the family. Next time, perhaps I should invite her over for some dinner with [Name]....
end notes thanks for sticking around the part 2 (for the ogs who read pt 1) and do look forward to more HSR content in the future! also did i say i love aventurine
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#the thing about me is that i am unwell. i will sit here like hm im not working hard enough#im spending too much time on these manuscripts and thats selfish. and like wtf r u even saying?????#literally u r working toward public that will bring credit to ur lab wtf is wrong with u? i do the same thing when im spending 3hrs doing#algae transfers bc im like this isnt hard so im not actually being productive. fucking what the fuck????#im not allowed to enjoy things. no data entry. too fun. no codin. too fun. i must be slightly miserable to in agony at all times#why? i have no fucking idea. its entirely self imposed. ive never been pushed to work harder on things my brain just decides im not doing#enough. why???? im a neurotic little wind up doll compelled by logic that doesnt make sense#at least i canceled with that bad therapist bc idk fuck that now i gotta find someone else :-P#but im trying to be nicer anyway. trying. but i get bored and with boring comes the desire to make myself insane bc idk thsts at least#slightly interesting. there r 2 wolves inside me. one is just trying to live its life and the other is trying to smother thst 1st one lol#me: i will work all day and all night i can work on non-work work as a treat#this is why i have dreams abt ppl being devoured my polar bears in front of me and horrible natural disasters#i think theyd b nightmares if i wasnt always so calm in my dreams. i just wake up like him ive aquired disturbing images#uuuuuhhhhhhhuhuh i dont wanna work on more writing đŤ but I've gotta get this last application done#on a more positive note i now have full hearing back in my right ear lmao#unrelated
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SUBTLE LOVE, DARING WORDS
masterlist â§works in procress ⧠AO3
-ËËsummary: Aemond is in no hurry to take a wife, yet once he realizes that he doesn't value what he has until he might lose it, he takes action. (based on THIS request!)
â§Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader.
â§word count: 3.1k
â§tags: fluff and comfort, aemond is BAD at feelings, reader doesn't really admit anything either, slight? slowburn?, overall fluffy!!, this is really vague about in which year happens, lol
The first time he met you it was in the library.
He had his mind on the whole commotion at court, the tournament which he had refused to entertain, much to his mother's dislike because of his position as a royal. To him, it seems like a foolery, as if he was willing to participate in making himself a fool such as Mushroom.Â
When he came to the library, intending to search for a book to comfort himself, he found a lady leaning down one of the staircases, where there were lots of books stacked only for maesters, with him as an exception⌠but not a lady surely, less one that seemed to be looking for something below. He was astonished, for many reasons.Â
He watched her big, puffy dress, in rich red velvet and gold details. It was definitely a Westerlands style, so he was more confused as to why she was in this part of the library, only for maesters, and⌠well, him. How did the guards allow her to enter? How did she do it so confidently, as if he couldnât make her life hell for it?
âEhemâ he scoffs, as if trying to get her away. The least of his worries was having a lady on the forbidden library corner⌠for now. âGet out. You are in a forbidden partâ
âI am awareâ your voice comes from down the staircase you had even moved some books! That made him slightly⌠annoyed. As you move your head out to see the prince above you, and you make a movement with your head as if doing a courtesy. âMy princeâ
He was not amused, at all. You had green eyes, and the most golden hair he had seen in ages. The small lions on your dress allowed him to know who you were: A Lannister. And he definitely never wanted to deal with any of your kin.Â
âAnd I said-â
âMy cat is down thereâ you say, as if he cared.Â
âOkay. Take it out of hereâ
âI canâtâ you say simply, watching him with a grin. âShe seems to be in labour. I didnât know she was pregnant at allâŚâ
He has many questions, and he frowns at your reasoning. He would take the cat and throw it out himself if he had to.Â
âIt is your cat, just take it awayâ
âWell, my father gave her to me two weeks ago!â You make a face, almost whining about it. Of course he could know which Lannister is your father. âI didnât know she was pregnant, and she is still getting used to me. She will scratch me, more if I get closer to her babiesâ
âA scratch wonât kill youâ
âJust sitâ you say softly, watching the cat and sitting on the ground to wait. âYou can even keep one of the baby catsâ
âMy grandsire has brought enough cats alreadyâ Aemond says, walking to grab some wine for him and the lady. He wasn't impolite to be rude to a lady, much less one with your status and beauty. âThey come to my bed when I am sleeping, and I wake up to cats in my chestâ
âWell, I think they are cuteâ You say, taking the cup of wine, thanking him as you sip the wine. âCats are felines, like lions. So I think having a cat is reasonable, better than a lionâ
âDonât you want one?â
âI have one back at homeâ you say shrugging, smiling widely. âHe is called Brightroarâ Â
Of course you named it like the ancient weapon of Lannisters. âAnd this one?âÂ
âI wanted to call it Brightroar second, but it turned out to be a she. So she is just called GemmaâÂ
He canât deny that he is amused, watching you being so nonchalant about it all, as if you owned the world. He raises an eyebrow as he has a slight smirk, as he sits near.Â
âGemmaâ he scoffs. âA veryâŚâ
âLannister nameâ you say smugly.Â
âHm. I was going to say⌠common, perhapsâ he adds.
âYou would love for Lannisters to be commoners, my prince. Yet you seem to rely on our goldâ you notice, raising one eyebrow. So you werenât a silly lady, he realises, you had the wits.
âHmm⌠Our gold seems a bit excessive, my lady. It is your father who is the head of your houseâ he reminds you, leaning back on his chair.Â
You smile softly. He thinks you are Cerelle, probably. Mostly because you know Cerelle was still a kid and never been presented to the royal court.
âMine or not, I still am more entitled to it.â
âI have a dragon.â He adds, as if this was a debate between you both. He was actually enjoying it. He had totally the wrong impression of you and he⌠was enjoying it. âThe biggest dragonâ
âYeah, and?âÂ
âAnd I could burn your silly little castleâ he shrugs, taking a dip of wine.Â
âNo, you could notâÂ
âIâm pretty sure I canâ
âNo, actually. I know you havenât gone out of these four walls and this... city, my prince, but I remind you out of the kindness of my heart: Casterly Rock is literally⌠a rockâÂ
Aemond rolls his good eye, yet his smirk doesnât leave his face. As if your cat was forgotten, he keeps on his point.Â
âAs if has stopped a dragon beforeâ Aemond says simply. âBecause I am as kind I shall remind you of Harrenhal, perhaps?âÂ
âAnd I shall remind you that Harrenhal is a castle made of rocks.â She shrugs softly. âNot exactly a rock. Casterly Rock is literally a castle inside a rock.â
âSome parts are out of itâ
âNot the part where we keep our gold, not reallyâ
Aemond squints his eye, and you look back at him. You amused him, looking like a defiant cat that got away with their mischief. It was fun to see, and he could hear the wails of your cat. You didnât seem worried, neither was he. Perhaps that was the circle of life, and you knew your cat would manage.Â
As you speak of such trivial matters, waiting for your cat to end her labours, he couldnât help but admire your wits, as much as your beauty. Your velvet gown, of a strong red and some gold details did wonders with your appearance, and your brains only made you brighter.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â It was Tyland Lannister, coming with a Maester behind, probably who sneaked your position in a forbidden library. âYou know ladies canât be hereâÂ
âFather... My cat is giving birthâ You say, frowning as if it was the most obvious thing.Â
âMy princeâ Tyland makes a courtesy to him, a bit rigid and tense. You had heard how the prince would often terrorise your father, making him do the silliest things as if that amused him. Your uncle Jason often had a laugh about it.Â
âI was not aware your daughter wasâŚâ Aemond says, turning his gaze to you âAll grown upâ
He knew about you, but your father talked about you as if you were a babe. You were practically his own age, for what he could tell.
âYes, my little lion is certainly⌠grownâ Tyland agrees, his hand on your hair as he spoke. âCome on; letâs not bother the princeâŚâ
âIt is not a botherâ Aemond cuts him, serving himself more wine. âShe is rather amusingâ
âHow dare you-!â You say, offended as you come to your defence.
âSweetieâ Your father tries to calm you, with a tense smile as if telling you to shut up.
âI am not a jesterâÂ
âNo one said you wereâ Aemond says, amused as he smirks.Â
âYou are such aâŚâ
âApologiseâ your father murmurs.Â
âBut fath-â
âYou heard meâ
âI am sorry, my princeâ You say mockingly, and he smirks, even more amused.
Tyland seemed as if he was about to have a stroke, because he had enough things on his plate, and he didnât need the prince making his life at the small council harder.Â
Aemond sees Gemma, bringing her cats to show you how they were, all of them bloody, and squirmy, a bit pink and small. You petted them as you didnât mind the blood.
âCome on. Servants will need to clean the bloodâ Tyland says, making a notion for you to stand up âGrab the kittens and letâs goâ
âEw, no. They are all bloodyâ You say frowning. âYou take themâÂ
How lady-like. He thinks, as you didn't seem to mind the blood two seconds ago.
Even with your persistence, your father took the small and weak kittens, and your cat kept meowing at him as if he would kill him.Â
âHow did your cat even come here to give birth?â Your father asks as he tries to not get Gemma to kill him.
âI have no idea, fatherâŚâ You say, and Aemond sees you standing up.Â
He sees the pile of books in your hands, behind your back as you walk behind your father. You smart wench, he thinks, as you had just successfully stolen forbidden books by setting up your cat to give birth here. You even had him fooled. No one else notices, since your dress was puffy enough, and he noticed it by shamelessly trying to see your ass.Â
You watch him, and press your index finger in your lips, as you walk behind your father and his complaints about your cat.Â
âDo not bother the prince, darlingâ Tyland says once you get out of the library.
âI think he is quite handsomeâ you admit, when you know the prince wonât hear you. You father watches you shrug, walking forward him, not allowing him to see your hands. He sighs, as Gemma starts meowing loudly.Â
While the rest of your interactions have been brief, he notices that you are more of a troublemaker than you let yourself look. You had that mischievous smirk always, arching your eyebrows in such a way when you had a plan.Â
Yet, you were sweet. He notices how you play with your cousins, Cerelle, braiding her hair, and with Loreon, the small heir to Casterly Rock, a kid that enjoyed running around, and you often entertained his antics.Â
âAnd there will be so many ladies, Aemond. In this time, we need alliancesâŚâ His mother says, as they walked through the castle. He hears the step of Cole behind them, guarding them, and probably hearing how his mother tried to make him a lovebird.
âIt does not interest meâ
âIt doesnât have to interest you. It is a matter of duty-â
âI wonât marry, mother.â Aemond shrugs, as if that was the way of his life. âNot yet. I have things ahead of me yetâÂ
âYou inscribed on the tourney?â The queen inquires, curious.Â
âNoâ he says shrugging, slyly trying to seek for you in the royal box, to no avail. âI am not in a hurry.â
He greeted noble ladies, of course. As he was seated on the royal box, bored and waiting, he could see girl after girl doing courtesy and smiling in a flirty way to him. It did not amuse him, and he was polite enough, almost rude.Â
âShe is trying really hard, you knowâ A voice joins his thoughts. It is you, sitting by the empty chair by his side, where Aegon is supposed to be, but he never is on time.
âWho isnât?â He rolls his eye.
âI didnât know you were so in demand. High valued. Sought afterâ you list, as you fan yourself as it was indeed a hot day.Â
âVery amusingâ He murmurs.
âCome on, my prince. There must be a lady who catches your attention.âÂ
âI am not blindâ he says, rolling his good eye. âOf course there are women I find beautifulâ
âOh my... Having feelings now, congratulations, the Seven indeed are capable of the most... unthinkable miraclesâ
âYou just woke up being so funnyâ he says, looking at you, raising his eyebrow, yet the small way his lips curved allowed you to know he was amused.
âI am always funny, my princeâ you say watching the crowd get settled, squinting your eyes due to the sun. âMy cats are good, thanks for asking. Gemma is quite the mother, even if she tried to eat one of them.â
"How... vivid." He says, raising his eyebrows in slight disgust.
"I saved them. Since they are four, I named them: Elia, Joy, Alyssa and Teora"
"And what if one of those silly cats was to be a male?" he asks, as if seeing a flaw in your cat-naming thing.
"Pff, none of them will be. I know it. And if they are, I won't change the names"
He remains quiet, surprised by how bold and petulant you could be. It was amusing to him, and he enjoyed talking to you more than he cared to admit.
âYou stole from the library.â he reminds you.
âI have no idea what you are aboutâ you say, still looking at the crowd, smiling softly. The red of your dress made your gold hair bright even more. âLadies do not read such mattersâ
âYeah, right. You are unlike any ladyâ
âQuite the contraryâ you finally turn to see him âI am just like any other ladyâ you says, smiling. "It just happens that I am friends with the prince, so I am allowed to speak freely"
"Who said..." He says, opening his mouth and turning his face to you, a bit impressed by your silliness "How come you think... you suppose that we are friends?"
"Since you have neither sneaked about the time at the library, or told me to shut up and leave you alone, it is a logical conclusion, if we have in mind your previous reputation to anyone else." You say smiling. "And do not worry, if you do not consider me as such, doesn't matter, because I do and I appreciate you even if you hate me"
"You are..." He scoffs, grinning like a fool "Unbelievable"
"I know. One of my many charms. That and being a matchmaker. I love it. It is wonderful to make couples at court, and more if they end up together, being all happy and..."
âHuh.â He hums, thinking of how odd you were. âTalking about the wonders of a married lifeâ
âI didnât say that. I merely stated that⌠marriage isnât the worst. I intend to find a husband very soon as well. I would very much like to be a wifeâ
âI shall pray for the poor soul who calls you wifeâ He murmurs as he looks at the field below, where the knights were preparing, yet you hear his grumbles.Â
âAnd I shall pray to see prince Aemond besotted for a ladyâ you say teasingly, standing up, not before doing a small courtesy and leave to sit by your father, who had just arrived, frowning a bit as to why you were with prince Aemond.
The tournament does not bore him at all. He is very into the way the fight develops, and he takes mental notes when he sees some weaknesses in the participants. He regrets, just a bit, not joining, because he thinks he could have won.Â
He sees you, on the seats below him, jumping in excitement as the fight develops. You are into it very much, clapping and screaming as any commoner does outside the royal box. It was improper, but it was⌠cute.Â
He can see the rest, clapping politely, not overly excited yet proper for the occasion. You were unlike the rest, yet at the same time, you were just like any lady. It amazed him, and he did not understand.
He soon realises that he is not the only one that has you in mind, when the winner of the tournament comes closer to the stands, riding triumphantly in circles while the audience cheers him on, the crown of the Queen of Love and Beauty on his lance.
âThe Winner, Ser Dale Dondarrion shall find his Queen of Love and Beautyâ
He hesitates for some moments, he thinks he shall name his niece Jaehaera to win the favour of the royal house, like his ancestor once did to little princess Daenerys at the early reign of King Jaehaerys.Â
Yet his smile faints when he sees that the queen of beautyâs laurel falls into your lap.Â
âLady Lannister, I hope I am deserving of dedicating my victory for you, and shall your reign be full of joy, even if lasting one nightâ
You take the wreath of flowers, almost jumping in sight and squealing some thanks as Tyland accommodates the crown onto your braided hair. Your crowning came with an ovation full of applause, from the box and from the commoners⌠but him.Â
It was an odd feeling, stirring something in him, as he watches your cheeks pink from the compliments of all, and most of all; having a suitor. Being named queen of love and beauty was not anything like a dull compliment of court merely because it was proper. It was being publicly courted, and often something many ladies wished, because there was no better feeling than being shown off to everyone.Â
He was quiet the rest of the day. Humming when ladies talked to him, in hopes to gain his attention and be courted; when Aegon mocked him; when Helaena placed one of her bugs in his lap, which Maelor ended up squeezing on his grip; when his mother presented him a lady of a high castle with expensive clothes and a sweet behaviour, pure, and devoted. He paid little attention to it all.
It was when your reign was coming to an end that he asks for Tyland to come to the empty throne room. He was watching the throne, carefully inspecting it, as he calculated of his next words. He was being irrational, clearly driven by his emotions and desperation rather than the logically he usually had.Â
âMy princeâÂ
Tyland was no stranger to the formalities of court, yet he never let himself be intimidated by lords that tried to impose themselves. He was the second son, yet he had established a name for himself and earned respect in his position; there was nothing for him to feel belittled about
Yet intimidation comes natural with prince Aemond around.Â
He has the impression that his one eye is wide open, and the smirk that naturally was on his lip was one of amusement in the suffering of the rest. Always stoic, never doing things out of impulsivity... Which was even worse. His hands behind his back, as he remained as still as a statue.
It did not frighten him, but he knew Aemond was as cold as unforgiving. And slicing his head wonât make the prince feel regret.
âLord Tylandâ Aemond greets him softly.Â
A silence follows, as Tyland feels his hand sweating slightly. âAn idea for the small council?â He tries to guess. âI am sure it can wait, my prince, I should be with my daughter, since itâs her dayâŚâ
âExactly. Thatâs what I wanted to speak aboutâ
Tyland is a smart man, and he quickly realises the problem.
âI know she can be presumptuous and slightly spoiled, my princeâ He starts, feeling Aemondâs eye on him as he turns to face him. âShe takes the title too seriously, when it isnât, Mushroom was just hyping her up, and she is just still a girl, and I apologise on her behalf for trying to impose herself as Queen, when her reign only lasts for a day, and she really isâŚâ
âI want to marry herâ Aemond tells Tyland simply. âHer reign shall not end. She can be a princess.â
Lannisters usually arenât left speechless. They had never been known for their silence, yet here he is, silent.
âSer Dondarrion made the same proposal hours earlier, my prince, and IâŚâ
âAnd you will allow your daughter to marry a Ser instead of a prince? I have already told you. I want to be her husbandâ He insists, his tone not certainly soft as he loses patience. His soul craves you. He needs to be yours. He canât let you go away. âShe is smart and she has the wits. She is spoiled, and she loves to have her way. She is kind, sweet, and funny. And I want to be her husband and give her anything she asks for. Is that so hard to get?â
What wakes up Queen Alicent is her son with a stoic expression, not even entering her rooms to speak.
âI was wrongâ He says simply âI shall marry Lady Lannister, mother. I am in a hurry. So I ask you to prepare the wedding. Good night and Seven blessingsâ
Almost a year later is when your father comes closer to your chambers once again, seeing how your ladies in waiting do a courtesy out of politeness, and he watches prince Aemond at your door, waiting for him.
âCame as fast as I couldâŚâ
âHmâ Aemond says, as he walks toward the open doors.
Tyland could have his distance with Prince Aemond, but he couldnât deny how good a husband he was. He wasnât a man of many emotions, in his perspective, yet he was a devoted husband. He danced as many times you wanted in the ceremony, sighing every time you made him stand up from his seat. He didnât wear the eye patch on your wedding, just as you requested.
âThat is the worst idea ever, darlingâ He said to you, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âWell, he will have to if he wants to marry meâ
And so he did. When you wanted to travel to Volantis, he arranged it all. When you wanted for him to meet Brightroar, he took Vhagar and rode into the Westerlands with you.Â
âWas it all well?â
âEveryone in the castle heard a lion roarâ Aemond says walking past the maesters.Â
You seemed so little, in Tylandâs eyes, all sweaty and tired, like the time you got so sick he was afraid you would die. He had brought the very best maesters he could find, just to assure you were safe.Â
âIt is a girlâ Itâs the first thing you say to your father, smiling a bit. âA healthy babyâ
Tyland leans, to kiss your forehead, as you extend your babe to him. It was a small thing, yet chubby and all pink still. She had small, silver hair, very thin, but present. He could see the little gold spot, as if gold hair would grow on some of her hair. It was indeed curious, and yet he couldnât think she was anything but perfect.
âA bit squirmyâ He comments, as the baby yawns, opening her mouth as she whines slightly.Â
As he tries to coo the small thing, he watches how Aegon sits by your side, at the edge of the bed, passing his hand behind your shoulders to caress your shoulder. You lean against him a bit, and say.
âIt is a pain to breastfeed, why didnât you tell me?â
He chuckles a bit awkwardly, he had never gotten used to your bluntness and honesty. âI never knew anything about thatâ
âWell, it is. I thought babies knew how to do it, but she takes a long timeâ You say, looking up at Aemond.
âShe is still very little, my loveâ Aemond reminds you.Â
âI know, but what if I am doing it wrongly? Mothers usually know those things, and I find myself clueless. Aunt Joanna says it comes naturally, but she has successfully raised kids who have survived childhood.â You say, looking at Aemond. âSo has your mother. How comes I donât know?â
âBecause you are a mother from little more than a day.â Aemond reminds you âAnd they had help. So you do. You have me, of course. You have wet nurses, maids, maesters, and my own mother and of course, you have the brightest mind. Weâll doâ
âDid you know Aemond cried, father?â You tell him, and he finally looks away from his little granddaughter.Â
He blinks, a bit confused, watching the prince. âOh, did he?âÂ
âYeah, it was rather cuteâ Aemond rolls his eye amused, as your hand was on his knee.Â
âItâs the only natural response.â Tyland says, his finger caressing the skin of the sleeping babe, who squirmed a bit at the feeling, like a cat. âShe is delightful. Have you named her?â
Aemond looks at you, amused, expecting you to answer the question. You had the smug grin on your face, and nodded. âWe had a deal. If she had golden hair, she would have a Targaryen name. If she had silver hair, she would have a Lannister nameâ
âAnd?â
âWell, she is rather⌠peculiar. She had silver hair, but you can see how some gold hair has grown too? It is the oddest of things, but the Maesters said it was natural. You know how cats have different hair colours?â
âDonât compare her to a catâ Tyland makes a face, softly rocking her in his arms.
âShe has both silver and gold.â Aemond says, as if reminding you to keep on trail.Â
âAh, yes. Since itâs most silver, we agreed on something that you will find the brightest things, father.â You look at your husband and then your father. âGaemma. Itâs a bit⌠weird to say it, but with time it shall be delightfulâ
Tyland looks at you, and he blinks. âLike your cat?â
âWell, thanks to her I and Aemond met.â You remind him. âShe deserves some creditâ You add.
âI like itâ he murmurs. âDonât make your mama lose her mindâ He says, as the baby yawn, extending her arms.Â
âShe will, after all she is her motherâs daughterâ Aemond says, taking her back, and he adds âYou should have seen how loud she wailed once she came.â
âI am here, world. Hear me roarâ you say, as if trying to translate Gaemmaâs cries. You smile widely, and Tyland knows that even if you were always going to be his little girl, you were in the best hands, and that Aemond adored the ground you walked on. Even if you name their child after your cat.Â
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Moving In [18+]
ăBeefy!Bucky Barnes x f!readeră
Pairings: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader. Summary: You're moving into your brand new apartment with Bucky. Themes/Warning: FLUFF and then SMUT. Dirty Talk, Oral Sex in shower [M receiving], Breath play, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, unprotected sex, a bit of Cumplay, pet names [baby, angel], Bucky talking Russian, Bucky watching you undress, Bucky washing your body. A/N: Enjoy. Also I only use goodle translate for the Russian translations so it might not be accurate okay?
Tags: @hzdhrtss @classicrebound @winterslove1917
Youâre standing outside your new apartment, staring at the couch wedged halfway through the doorframe. Bucky is on the other side, trying not to scowl too hard, but itâs obvious heâs moments away from snapping.
âRemind me again⌠why this couch?â he grumbles, giving the couch another push, his biceps straining against his shirt. You canât help but admire how ridiculous he looksâlike an action hero struggling against a villain that wonât budge.
âItâs cute!â you call from the doorway, trying to sound casual.
âItâs a tank,â he mutters, adjusting his grip. âItâs like you went into the store and said, âShow me the one that can take out a wall.ââ
You stifle a giggle and shrug. âHey, itâs got character. You love character, right?â
Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, glancing between the couch and you. âCharacter? Babe, this couch has more attitude than I do.â
You smirk and cross your arms. âMmm I think itâs 50/50.â
He doesnât even dignify that with a response, pushing the couch again with a grunt. After what feels like an eternity, he manages to wedge it through the door and into the living room. He flops onto it, completely spent, his chest heaving.
âI swear,â he pants, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, âif we ever move again, Iâm burning this thing.â
âOh, relax,â you say, walking over to flop down next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. âYouâre just cranky because the couch won.â
He gives you an incredulous look. âCranky? Me?â Then, with an exaggerated groan, he places a hand on his chest. âOh no, not at all. I love breaking my back for this thing. Love it.â
You poke his ribs, and he twitches. âDonât be dramatic. I thought you were tough.â
âI am,â he says, sitting up with a mock glare. âBut that couch is no joke.â
You snicker, leaning in to kiss his cheek. âWell, now that the couch is in, we can start painting!â
Buckyâs expression drops like a rock.Â
âPainting?â He points to the walls like they personally offended him. âWhatâs wrong with these walls?â
âTheyâre beige, Bucky. Beige. Who chooses beige?â You hop up, grabbing the paint roller with a bright smile. âCome on! I picked a beautiful sky blue for the feature wall.â
âI miss the couch already,â Bucky grumbles but stands up to help.
Soon enough, youâre both in old clothes, standing in the middle of the room with paint trays and rollers. Bucky, as expected, is focused, serious, and meticulous, carefully applying each stroke to the wall like itâs a mission briefing.
Meanwhile, youâre rolling the paint on a little haphazardly, watching him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to laugh. Heâs so seriousâtoo serious for something like this.
âBucky,â you call out sweetly, taking a step toward him.
âHm?â he grunts, still focused.
âHold still.â
Before he can react, you swipe your paintbrush across his nose, leaving a perfect streak of blue on his face.
He blinks, stunned for a moment, his mouth hanging open. Then he narrows his eyes at you, his voice dangerously calm. âYou didnât.â
âOh, but I did,â you say with a grin, taking a step back.
Bucky doesnât say anything for a second, but the look on his face tells you everythingâyouâve started something. Suddenly, he grabs his roller, slowly dipping it into the paint tray, his gaze locked onto you.
âBuckyââ you start, backing up.
âIâm warning you,â he says, lifting the roller like a weapon. âYouâre not walking out of here clean.â
You squeal, trying to dodge as he lunges at you, but heâs fasterâmuch faster. With one swift move, he swipes the roller across your arm, leaving a giant blue streak on your sleeve. You burst out laughing, and before you know it, both of you are chasing each other around the room, paint flying everywhere.
âTruce!â you yell, holding your hands up, but Bucky only smirks.
âNo way,â he says, catching you around the waist and pulling you close. âYou started this.â
Before you can protest, he swipes his finger across your cheek, leaving another streak of blue paint. You gasp and laugh, wriggling out of his grasp, but not before leaving a handprint on his shirt.
âYouâre ruthless,â you say between giggles, wiping paint off your face.
âSays the woman who wiped paint on my nose,â he fires back, but heâs grinning now, looking much more relaxed than before.
Finally, you both collapse onto the plastic covered couch, your clothes and skin now covered in paint smudges, breathing heavily. Bucky rests his head on the back of the couch, glancing over at you with a soft smile. His nose is still blue, and he hasnât even bothered to wipe it off.
âI canât believe you picked a fight with me,â he says, his tone playful.
âI didnât pick a fight,â you say, smiling. âI picked a paint war.â
He shakes his head, chuckling. âYouâre lucky I love you.â
You lean over, kissing his cheek. âYeah, I am.â
And there you are, sitting together on your way-too-large couch, paint everywhere, and Bucky with a sky-blue nose, looking happier than youâve seen him in a while.
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After what feels like hours of cleaning up paint splatters and arranging your oversized couch (which Bucky still glares at from time to time), you both flop back onto it, utterly spent. The place looks halfway decent nowâpainted walls, the couch finally in its rightful placeâand both of you are starving.
You sit cross-legged on the couch, with takeout boxes from your favorite Chinese restaurant spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Buckyâs already digging into his lo mein like itâs the best meal of his life. You, however, are eyeing your sweet and sour pork, but your gaze keeps flicking over to Buckyâs food.
He catches your glances and raises an eyebrow, fork halfway to his mouth.Â
âWhat?â
You quickly look back at your own box. âNothing.â
He narrows his eyes suspiciously and takes another bite. You make a show of enjoying your food, but out of the corner of your eye, you keep stealing glances at his lo mein.
âSeriously, whatâs going on?â Bucky asks, pausing mid-bite. âYouâre doing that thing again.â
âWhat thing?â you ask innocently, poking your sweet and sour pork with your chopsticks.
âThat thing where you pretend you donât want my food but keep staring at it like itâs the last meal on Earth.â
You bite your lip, stifling a smile, and look at your chicken again. âIâm not staring. Iâm just⌠admiring.â
âAdmiring?â Buckyâs voice is filled with playful disbelief. âYou hate lo mein.â
âI do not!â you protest, but your eyes flick back to his box of food.
Bucky leans back on the couch, a smirk forming on his lips as he watches you. âUh-huh. So, you donât want to swap?â
You freeze, pretending to look offended. âWhy would I want to swap? I love sweet and sour pork. Itâs⌠my favorite.â
âUh-huh,â he repeats, his smirk growing as he scoops another big bite of lo mein into his mouth. âBecause it really looks like youâre enjoying that pork.â
You poke the pork again, this time with a little less enthusiasm. Youâve had sweet and sour pork a million times. Meanwhile, Buckyâs lo mein looks warm and savory, and you swear heâs eating it like itâs better than yours on purpose.
âOkay, fine!â you finally admit, throwing your hands up. âI want your lo mein. Happy?â
Bucky laughs, his deep voice filling the room. âI knew it! Why donât you just order what I order?â
âBecause I like variety,â you say, crossing your arms. âBut your food always looks better than mine.â
He snorts, shaking his head, before pushing his lo mein box toward you. âGo ahead, have at it. I knew this was coming.â
You take the box without hesitation, immediately diving into it like youâve been waiting for this moment your whole life.Â
âThank you.â
Bucky watches you with a smile, then reaches for your untouched sweet and sour pork.Â
âFine. Iâll take this. Not that you ever really wanted it.â
You both eat for a few minutes, but Buckyâs watching you again, this time with a curious expression.
âWhat now?â you ask, pausing mid-bite.
âI just donât get it,â Bucky says, waving his fork around. âYou always do this. You order something different, then you want what I have.â
You shrug, swallowing a mouthful of noodles. âItâs a girlfriend thing. We like to try your food.â
Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. âYou donât try itâyou take it.â
âI canât help it!â you laugh. âYou always pick the better food.â
He rolls his eyes, but thereâs a fond smile on his face. âNext time, just tell me what you want. Iâll order two of it.â
You smile sweetly at him. âWhereâs the fun in that?â
Bucky groans but doesnât stop eating. After a few more bites, though, you notice him eyeing his old boxâthe one now sitting in your lap.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, a grin spreading across your face.
âNothing,â he grumbles, glancing between his pirk and the lo mein youâve commandeered. âJust⌠thinking maybe I miss my lo mein.â
You smirk and nudge the box toward him. âWanna swap back?â
âMaybe,â he mutters, but you can tell heâs holding back a smile.
Without another word, you swap your food again, and Buckyâs face immediately brightens as he digs back into his lo mein. You laugh, shaking your head, realizing this is going to be a never-ending cycle of food-stealing whenever you two order takeout.
As you both settle in, Bucky looks over at you, this time with a soft smile, no teasing, no complaints.Â
âYou know,â he says, his voice a little quieter, âthis whole moving in thing⌠not so bad.â
You smile back, your heart warming at his words. âNot so bad,â you agree, leaning into his side.
And as the two of you sit there, eating takeout on your too-big couch in your freshly painted apartment, you realize thereâs no one else youâd rather steal food from for the rest of your life.
The apartment is finally feeling like home, and the evening sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Buckyâs arm is draped casually around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.
Youâve got your phone in your hand, lazily scrolling through TikTok while Bucky relaxes next to you. Every so often, you let out a soft chuckle or grin at a funny video, completely absorbed in your scrolling.
Bucky isnât saying much, just watching you quietly with that soft, fond expression he always gets when he thinks you arenât paying attention. He likes these momentsâwhen youâre just being yourself, not thinking too hard about anything. Itâs one of the things he loves most about you.
Suddenly, you laugh out loud, covering your mouth as a TikTok meme plays on your screen.Â
âOh my god,â you snicker, turning to Bucky with a mischievous smile. âThis is literally you.â
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. âWhat? What is?â
You bite back another laugh and replay the TikTok, showing him the video. The meme says: "My boyfriend every time any part of my body touches him" followed by the guy on the video saying, "I may or may not have a boner right now."
Bucky stares at the screen for a moment, then glances back at you, his expression deadpan.Â
âReally?â
You burst out laughing, nodding enthusiastically. âYes! This is so you!â
Bucky groans, rubbing his hand over his face, but thereâs a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âThatâs not me.â
âYes you are!â you tease, poking him in the side. âYouâre exactly like that. Every time.â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âNot every time.â
You give him a look, arching an eyebrow. âOh, really?â
Bucky smirks, leaning in a little closer. âOkay, fine. Maybe every time. But itâs not my fault. Youâre⌠hot.â
You laugh again, nudging him playfully. âUh-huh, sure.â
He catches your hand, pulling you closer, his smirk turning into a full grin. âWhat do you expect? Youâre walking around here, looking all cute and stealing my food. What am I supposed to do?â
You roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile. âBlame me for everything.â
He shrugs, still grinning. âIâm just saying, itâs a natural reaction.â
You shake your head, trying to keep a straight face, but you canât help it. You burst into laughter again, leaning into him as you laugh. Bucky watches you, his expression softening, his hand moving to rest on your thigh as he pulls you even closer.
âSee?â you say, still laughing, pointing at him. âExactly like the TikTok!â
Bucky rolls his eyes dramatically but doesnât bother denying it. âFine, fine. You got me.â
You grin triumphantly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you settle back into his side. âI knew it.â
For a moment, neither of you says anything, just enjoying the comfortable silence. Then, with a small laugh, Bucky leans down, his voice low and teasing in your ear. âFor the record⌠I may or may not have a boner right now.â
You gasp, swatting his chest. âBucky!â
He laughs, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you, his grin wide and completely unrepentant.Â
âHey, you started it!â
You groan, shaking your head as you push yourself out of his lap, a smile tugging at your lips.Â
âI donât know⌠I think Iâm going to have a shower,â you say, standing up and stretching.
Bucky raises an eyebrow, looking intrigued. âOh, yeah?â
You give him a playful smirk. âYeah. Alone.â
His face twists into a dramatic pout.
âAlone? Câmon, we should save on the water bill. Be responsible adults,â he says with a mock-serious tone, raising his eyebrows like itâs a valid point. He grins, leaning back on the couch, crossing his arms. âJust looking out for our finances.â
âRight. Well, I think weâll survive a little higher water bill,â you tease as you make your way toward the bathroom.
He sighs dramatically. âGuess Iâll just sit here being financially responsible all by myself.â
You pause in the doorway, throwing a look over your shoulder. âGood luck with that.â
Bucky smirks, not giving up. âLast chance. Think of the planet.â
You roll your eyes but chuckle, finally giving in. âAlright, fine! Hurry up!â
Buckyâs face lights up, and he pumps his fist in victory.Â
âYes!â He jumps off the couch, pulling his shirt over his head from behind in one smooth motion, already halfway undressed as he strides toward you with a triumphant grin.
Your eyes instinctively drift down his body as he walks toward you, taking in the way his muscles shift with every step, his abs defined and his chest broad. He tosses his shirt aside, and you canât help but admire the view, your cheeks heating slightly as you watch him.
When he reaches you, Buckyâs hands move swiftly to his belt and the buttons on his jeans, undoing them with ease. His fingers are quick and sure, and he glances up at you, clearly amused by your reaction. He knows exactly what heâs doing as he works to undress, his grin widening when he sees you watching.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you mutter, leaning against the doorframe, trying to play it cool despite the way your gaze lingers a little longer than intended.
âResponsible,â he corrects with a wink, kicking off his shoes. âEnvironmentally conscious. And now, efficient.â
You snicker, stepping aside to let him through. âAlright, Mr. Efficient, youâre on a time limit.â
Bucky grins, already slipping into the bathroom. âDonât worry, Iâm a super soldier. Fast is kind of my thing.â
As you stood shut the door behind you, you suddenly felt a sharp smack on your ass. You gasped, turning around to find Bucky grinning behind you.
âOh my god, Bucky!â you exclaimed, but he was already past you, reaching in to turn the shower on like it was the most normal thing in the world.
He glanced back, his eyes filled with playful mischief. âWhat?â he asked innocently. âYou love it.â
You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh. âCan you not watch me?â
Bucky leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on you with a smirk that made your stomach flip. Slowly, he licked his bottom lip, his gaze drifting over your body like he was committing every inch of you to memory.
âWhy not? Iâve seen this a million times,â he teased, his voice low and teasing. âBesides, I like watching you take everything off.â
His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, traveling up to your bare shoulders, then back down again, soaking in every detail. The way his lips tugged into a smile when you caught him staring sent heat flooding through you.
Your cheeks flushed, but you tried to act unbothered, peeling off your clothes while fully aware of his intense gaze following your every move. You could feel the way his eyes moved over your skin, taking in the sight of your legs, the dip of your back, and the way you tried to casually brush off his attention.
Finally, the water was hot enough, steam swirling around the bathroom. As you reached for the shower door, Buckyâs hand shot out, tugging you toward him and into the shower, his grip firm but gentle.
âBucky!â you yelped as the warm water cascaded over both of you. His arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against his chest, the heat of his body almost matching the warmth of the water.
He kissed the back of your neck, his voice a low, amused rumble in your ear. âTold you. Saving water.â
Taking the soap, he worked up a lather in his hands and pulled your back against his chest. He soaped your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples. You wound your arms around his head, giving you your weight and full access to your luscious body.
Bucky reached for your clit, stroking and circling with two fingertips, loving the way you responded to him. Never had a lover been so in tune with what he needed, your cravings a perfect match to his own. He felt like a god every time you gave in. Soon you were panting, your ass rocking against the semi-erect cock between his legs.
Bucky maneuvered you into the spray, letting the warm water cascade down your skin, droplets running down your shoulders and back as you settled into the heat. He stayed close behind you, soaping his own body while you soaked beneath the shower.
Your gaze flickered, darting between his legs as he washed his cock and balls, the sight almost too tempting. Without thinking, you started to reach for him, fingers trailing toward his groin.
âLater,â Bucky rasped, his voice thick with desire. He caught your wrist gently, his lips brushing your ear as he added, "In fact, I planned on fucking you all night."Â
You shivered at his words, heat pooling low in your stomach as his breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck.Â
"You're not actually worried about the water bill, are you?" you teased, glancing back at him with a smirk, trying to break the tension, though your pulse was racing.
Turning away, you began to wash your hair, lathering the shampoo into your scalp. But before you could finish, Bucky's hands reached for yours, gently moving them aside.Â
"Let me," he murmured, his fingers threading through your hair as he started massaging your scalp with the perfect amount of pressure, and you moaned. Bucky chuckled softly, the sound went straight to his dick.
"Sovsem ni kapli," he said, his voice rumbling low.Â
"What?" you chuckled, realising he'd spoken Russian on purpose, knowing it turns you on. "You're doing that thing where you talk in Russian.â
He grinned, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Not even a little."
You tilted your head back slightly, feeling his fingers still working through your hair. "Are you teaching me Russian?"
âMaybe," he said, a playful edge to his voice, âYa lyublyu tebyaâ I love you.
âYa lyublyu tebya,â you repeated in an accent far more non-russian accent than Russian.
âYouâll learn. You will be ready to tell me to fuck you in Russian very soon.âÂ
âTeach me how to say that,â you said as you moved under the spray to rinse your hair.
âPozhaluysta, trakhnya menya. Ya tvoya malen'kaya shlyushka.â
âYou said more than just âfuck me.ââÂ
He grabbed your waist and pulled your wet body flush to his. Bucky said, âPlease fuck me. I am your little slut.ââÂ
âOh, my Godâyou nasty.â You fingers threaded through his hair, your eyelids hooded. âWhy is that so hot?âÂ
âBecause you like it dirty, just like I do.â Bucky pushed you against the tile and ate at your mouth, devouring you as he thrust his tongue inside. You kissed him back, meeting him eagerly, and his balls were heavy again with the need to have you.
Bucky reluctantly tore his mouth off of yours and said, âYou know what I want.âÂ
You wasted no time in dropping to your knees on the slick tile. He didnât move, so you shuffled forward until the tip of his erection was within reach. You opened your mouth and sucked on the head, using your tongue on the underside.Â
âArghâthatâs my girl,â His palm swept over your wet hair.
You pushed your face toward his pelvis, taking more of him. He filled your mouth, so thick and smooth, and you could taste the precum leaking from the tip. You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation, loving the power this gave you over his pleasure.
He rocked his hips, fucking your mouth, and you took it eagerly, relaxing your throat to keep from gagging. You made sure your lips stayed tight on his shaft, and you fluttered your tongue until he grunted.Â
âEyes up here.â
You looked up at his face, which was taut with lust, his pupils wide. Bucky began muttering something under his breath, which was something he does to keep himself going for longer.Â
By the time he finished, you were panting, more turned on than you could stand. You started to reach between youe legs, ready to make yourself come, but his fingers twisted in your hair.Â
âNot yet. Put your hands behind your back.âÂ
You obeyed and his nostrils flared at your compliance. âWho do you belong to, baby?â
You knew he wanted an answer, so you started to release him. He shook his head and held you in place. âNo, donât pull off. With your mouth full of my dick, tell me who you belong to.âÂ
Holding his gaze, you gave a garbled answer around the rigid flesh. âMmmu.âÂ
Satisfaction twisted his expression and he pushed deep, making you gag. âThatâs right. What a good girl you are. I think Iâll reward you.âÂ
You groaned low in yourthroat, and the vibrations made him shudder and his eyes rolled, breaking your eye contact. You moaned again, this time intentionally and watched his rapturous expression, revelling in the sudden power. The more he growled and the harder he gripped your hair the more voraciously you tried to devour him with your tongue.
Bucky pumped his hips against your mouth and the only thing keeping you steady was his grip on your head as you felt him stiffen even more against your tongue, your mouth followed, moving wetly back up the shaft. You let out more moans before he gasped and cried out thickly. You felt a pressure in your mouth and it was suddenly filled. You nearly gagged and had to swallow several times to keep from choking, finally pulling away with a gasp to see the remainder still leaking from the tip. You blinked up at him taking heavy breaths.
Turning off the water, he stepped back and his cock fell out of your mouth. He raised a hand to brush the hair from your face and cupped your cheek in one hand. His hand almost practically engulfed you but was extremely gentle, almost tender.
âUp.â
After you rose, he pointed behind you. âGo to the bed. Lay down, arms above your head and legs spread.âÂ
You didnât bother towelling off as you left the bathroom. Instead, you stretched out on the cool sheets, the water drying on your skin and making you shiver. Your clit was swollen and begging for attention.
Bucky strode into the bedroom, his glorious cock bobbing with every step. He was going to shove that monster inside your pussy and you couldnât fucking wait.Â
Putting one knee on the bed, he reached between your legs. âFuck, youâre so wet. Did my Russian turn you on?âÂ
He shoved two fingers inside you and you gasped, you upper half bowing. âGod, yes!âÂ
âIs this pussy empty? Do you need me to fill it?â He pumped his hand, giving you a taste of the friction you craved. âBeg me. âTrakhni menya zhestko, soldat.ââ
You dug your fingernails into the headboard. âTrakhni menya zhestko, James!â
âFuck,â he ground out. âI want to edge you for hours, but I canâtâletâs just go for round two.â In a flash he was on his knees between your thighs, lining up at your entrance and pushing in. The pressure was a lot to take.Â
You werenât sure you were one hundred percent ready. âOh, shit.âÂ
âShh,â he said, smoothing his palms down your legs. âYou can take me, baby, you always do.âÂ
He watched as his cock spread your pussy open, his hips moving slowly, like he wanted you to feel every centimeter. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. âSo good, Bucky. Youâre killing me.â
He dragged a hand up your hip, along your ribs and over a breast, until he reached your throat.Â
âNo, Iâm not killing you . . . but I easily could?â Bucky jokes, his fingers covered your neck and squeezed, not enough to cut off your air but enough to cause your eyes to pop open. He was smirking down at you.Â
âYouâre alive at my mercy, angel.â As if on cue, a flood of moisture coated his cock just then and he tunneled farther inside, now in almost all the way. He squeezed your throat a little harder. âYou like that, donât you? When I play with you like this.â
Your lips parted with the force of your breaths, your pulse throbbing beneath his hand. He slid in as deep as he could go, his cock fully seated and taking up all the room inside you. You wriggled your hips, trying to urge him on. You needed to come so badly.Â
âPlease, baby, you have to move.â
Instead, he held still and stared at you. âI am going to choke you while I fuck you.âÂ
Panic filled your chest. You werenât ready for those kinds of games. That was next level shit. âNo, wait. Donât hurt meâtake it easy.â
âAngel,â he crooned, âOf course, I will not hurt you. Ya tebe obeshchayu.â I promise you.
He gave a gentle thrust of his hips. âI am going to squeeze the sides of your throat. It will make you lightheaded and your orgasm will be a thousand times more intense.â
You knew many people were into breath play and strangulation, but it seemed dangerous to you.Â
You swallowed. âO-okay? I trust you.â
âDonât worry, I know how to do this correctly. You will love it.â He stared at his hand on your throat, then withdrew and rammed into your pussy, and the friction sent shockwaves through your limbs. He growled deep in his throat.
âBaby, shouldnât we have a safe word? Or . . . .â your words died when he gave a rough thrust, rocking you body, and you cried out. âOh, yes! More of that.â
âNah. No need for a safe word. The fear and danger will make it more exciting for you.â Bucky winked, pulling almost all the way out then ramming back inside you.
âFuâck. Itâll just make it more exciting for you.â
Bucky only chuckled and he began stroking in and out, his hand resting on your throat. He wasnât applying any real pressure, just building the tension, making you wonder when he would start, and for some reason the uncertainty made it hotter. Sweat broke out on your forehead, your body already primed to come, so you rocked your hips, trying to hit the right spot to send you over the edge.
âLook at me,â he ordered.Â
You cracked your eyelids and read the intent in his gaze. Fuck, was I ready? I really liked the feel of his hand on my throat.
You nodded.Â
As he started thrusting back into his rhythm, he squeezed the sides of your throat, pressing. You never looked away from him, unsure what you were feeling as the blood flow into your head slowed. He watched your face.Â
âThere you go, Angel. It feels so good, doesnât it?âÂ
The fear and excitement sent you spiraling. âOh, God,â you said, now lightheaded.
He rode you hard, rocking the headboard into the wall, and you inner muscles tightened around his dick.Â
He growled. âI can feel you. Fuck!â
He released your neck, and what followed was a rush youâd never experienced in all your life. Your pussy clamped down as the orgasm slammed into you. Yoir hoarse shout echoed throughout the room, and you dug your fingernails into his arms as the climax went on and on.
Buck was pressing deep inside against your cervix, this time harder, and the pressure made you cramp. One of his hands has now begun toying with your breast, creating more of those warm and blessed shivers of sensation.
âYouâre so hot when you take it.â He said brushing his knuckles against the undersides of you breast.Â
âYeah? Well you better not fucking pull out.â You demanded, insensibly rocking you hips against his, and pressing your breast into his hand.
âYouâd like that wouldnât you? You're just going to keep having babies over and over. Don't let any of the cum out of your pussy when I come. We need it all in there so you can do your job. That's all you need to be. Just a little baby maker for me.â He pinched one of your nipples, a little hard, but you instantly wanted him to do it again.
"Ohâfuck, yes! Iâm going to keep it all in for you, baby. Now why donât you find a more...productive use for...your dirty mouth?â You looked at him with glazed eyes, and he gave you a heart stopping look in return.
"As you wish, angel." And with that his mouth was at your devouring your mouth, your throat, and finally was at your breasts. You rewarded him with an approving squeeze at the back of his neck, and his cock as he ravaged you.
He pumped into you more aggressively now, and you ground your hips against him, each shock sliding further from more pleasure. You cried out, clutching at him and wrapping your legs tightly around him, but he continued to thrust into you with greater need, moving more and more deeply, his tongue all over your body.Â
Again the pain mingled with pleasure until it all blurred into a white heat. It was as if you felt everything and nothing. You had trouble discerning where one caress began and another violent thrust ended.Â
You felt him moving above you, his muscles straining beneath your hands and at your mouth as you licked and nipped at his rough skin feeling an undeniable urge to feel and taste every part of him. You felt Buckyâs moans as much as you heard them, vibrating through your body as he pressed against you, covering you and burying himself inside you. He was everywhere, and it felt as if there was nothing left of the world beyond you two straining bodies.
You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening once more and you rocked your hips faster against him, grunting as your bodies slammed together.Â
âOhhhâmyâgod, Bucky! YES. Put that hot load in my unprotected pussy.â
Your hips meet his thrusts coming closer and closer with each jarring shock. Bucky laced his fingers through your loose hair and gripped you again, leveraging himself into you and sending a blinding heat through you making your hips jerk beneath him.Â
âOhâfuck, Iâm going to put a baby inside you now. Can you feel how deep I am inside you?â Grunting from the effort, he held you down as his hips slammed into you, a man possessed, and not even ten strokes later he was coming, his back arching.
His own cry tore from his throat as you shook beneath him, and you felt yourseld suddenly filled, if that were any more possible, and was overcome by a series of wrenching spasms that made you clutch at his skin and gasp for air. You twitched delirious as the throbbing inside of you sent hot waves of pleasure and relief through your trembling body.
Bucky didnât immediately pull out. Instead, he hung his head, closed his eyes, and stirred his hips, like he wanted to prolong your connection. You could feel his come leaking out of you, our combined juices soaking the mattress.Â
You reached down as he slowly pulled out, the emptiness causing you to shiver. You reached down and tried to extract as much some as you could by scooping it out of your with two fingers, eyes locked on Bucky while you seductively lick his come off your fingers.
âFuck, Y/N.â Finally, he rolled off you and sprawled onto the bed.
Your head rested on his arm, your cheek pressed against the hard ridge of his chest. You slid a hand along the groove, trailing it down to his stomach and pressed your hand against it, exploring the firm lines of the knotted muscles with your finger tips.Â
âAre you trying to get me hard again? Because itâs working.â
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Racing Simulator
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (y/n)
Warnings: smut!!!
Today was the time of the month when ovulation was taking its place and your hormones were running wild completely taking over you and you didn't do much to resist them. From early in the morning you were craving Lando's touch and you knew from the start that you were gonna be all over him all day.
In the afternoon Lando was in his gaming room, his eyes focused, fixed on the screen as his hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his veins popped. You leaned against the door squeezing your thighs together as you watched them instantly imagining them on your hips. You were only wearing panties and one of Lando's oversized t-shirts that reached just below your butt.
"Lan?" You say stepping closer behind the seat he was in putting your hands around his shoulders.
"Yes, darling?" He asks not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Whatchu doin?" You ask playfully leaning down to leave a kiss on his broad, muscular neck. He didn't say anything back, but you were determined to get his attention.
"Baby" He chuckles as you straddle him making yourself comfortable in his lap. He still doesn't let go of the wheel but tries to look over your shoulder for the screen. Your hands grip his t-shirt as your lips find his neck slowly moving up to his weak spot just below the ear. "Fuck baby, you're gonna make me crash."
"Lan.." You whine slowly starting to rub yourself against him. "Pay attention to me.." You slide your finger under the waistband of his boxers pulling it and letting it snap back against his skin.
"I see what you're doing here" He smirks squirming a little in his seat. "You want me to fuck you again? This morning wasn't enough for you when I had my head buried between your legs?" He asks making you moan in response and clench around nothing. "When you were deliberately pressing your ass against my already hard cock until I fucked you rough? That wasn't enough for you?"
"Baby, stop talking and do something, please" By now you were a whimpering mess. You couldn't contain your arousal. You weren't even embarrassed to show him how desperate and horny you were for him. "Feel how wet I am. It's all for you."
Finally, he let go of the steering wheel and firmly squeezed your butt pushing his tongue into your mouth. His long, hard bulge that was showing clearly against his grey sweatpants made it clear that you were about to get what you were asking for.
"So needy, so desperate for me aren't you?" He murmurs against your lips. "What's gotten into you, huh?"
"I'm ovulating. That's why I need you a little extra today -uhh."
"Yeah? Well, I'm here to fulfill all your wishes, baby. Like always. How do you want it, hm?" His hands grip your hips pressing you down harder on his crotch.
"I wanna ride you in this seat." Hearing you, he throws his head back already creating pictures in his head of you bouncing up and down on him.
"Fuck" He moans grabbing his cock through his sweats. Your hand escapes into your panties to rub your throbbing swollen clit and his eyes closely follow your movements. You lean in to kiss him again and just as you were about to take off your t-shirt, he stops you.
"No, leave it on. Your tits look so good like this." He pulls the material on your back so it's tighter on the front making your hard nipples peek through it. He pinches both of them before he slides his sweats and boxers down just enough so that his thick length springs off hitting his abdomen.
"You wanna sit on it?" He asks giving himself a few strokes when he notices you lustfully looking at it.
"Yes, fuck" Bucking his hips up a little he pushes your panties aside and helps you sink down on him. Both of you let out moans of pleasure as he gives you a little time to adjust to his size before you start to rock your hips back and forth.
"You're so big, Lan,-uh" Your palms were pressed on his chest for support and his hands were guiding your hips however he pleased lifting you up and down making you bounce, rocking you back and forth, pressing you down harder till you winced.
"I know, baby, I know, but you're taking me so well. All of me." He praises you, his eyes locked on yours making sure you're looking straight into them while you're fucking him. "That's my girl, yeah, my pretty girl riding me so good"
The rhythm of your hips quickened at his prompting words, your wetness trickled down on him as you were getting closer to reaching your climax.
"Fuck baby, you keep squeezing me like that and I might put a baby in you" Your mouth formed "o" shape when you heard him say that. There was something that drove you crazy when Lando talked about getting you pregnant during sex. Even though that wasn't in your plan any time soon, hearing him say that would make you ready for it right then and there.
"Maybe I should, hm?" He murmurs against your neck as your fingers roam through his hair. "I wanna see it dripping out of you" He whispered and that was all it took for waves of pleasure to wash over you as you came undone around him. He watched you in delight holding you tightly when you tried to squirm away.
Your back was arched against the wheel so he took his opportunity to slam into you bucking up his hips.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you" He groaned squeezing his eyes shut. You could feel him twitch before spilling his hot cum inside of you.
Your loud breathing and heartbeat was all that could be heard in the room. Sighing with pleasure you sank into each others bodies. He was still deep inside you as he kissed your lips moving your hair out of your face.
"Fuck Lan, what did we just do?" You chuckle caressing his cheek with your thumb.
"Well.." He laughs. "We might have just made a baby"
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