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onsunnyside · 2 years

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I stumbled over this and thought of you. Who do you think this fits best? 🥵

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph60252108ada2b

stumbling over porn and thinking of me ?? one of the best compliments I've ever got I think. oh goodness, I literally can't choose so let's dive into my multiverse and see how it fits these daddies: ft. holy grail!Ransom, flamingo king!Ari, captain's legacy!Steve (dark!Steve)

Holy Grail!Ransom: this is one of your most popular videos with him and everyone recognizes that hand with the gold pinky ring and the cocky voice commanding you to "squirt like a fucking whore."

He drags this on for almost too long, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body and making you soak straight through the towel, ruining your new panties (he promised to buy you as many pairs as you wanted afterward).

Ransom, the tease, never takes off your panties, choosing to tease your viewers by rubbing and slapping your puffy folds through the cotton, showing his wet fingers to the camera.

He even prods at your hole, watching your jaw fall slack, "dumb baby, you think I'm gonna finger you now? Can't do that when you have these filthy panties on, don't you know any better?" He tsks and rubs your hypersensitive clit, making you squirt with just a few taps. "Poor girl, sorry fellas, she can't even speak."

That's when he ends the video with a close up of your ruined face, all sweaty and covered in spit, "You know, I think you're ready for me, baby." He traces your lips, groaning as you immediately suck them into your mouth, hungrily collecting your arousal, "Good girl, so good for daddy. It's time to tell all your fans goodbye, baby."

Flamingo King!Ari: Ari is a slut as dirty as they come, he'd plan this all out and have a day dedicated to ruining as many pairs of your panties as he can. First it started with coming in your panties, making you walk around the park with his load against your core. Then, it was grinding, either on his thigh or on a pillow.

Finally, he got onto rubbing over your petals, even mouthing against them, soaking the fabric with his spit and your slick—you thought that was his favourite little project.

Then, he spotted the camera on your desk, one he didn't buy you, and he knows you didn't buy it either.

He yanks your panties between your folds as you weep into a pillow, gripping his wrist. The cotton is soaked through, your clit begging for his skin, his mouth, but he doesn't give in. He wants you to cry for it, beg like his little sugar for his bare touch.

"What a good girl," He groans, holding your body down as another high topples over and you squirt. His hand roughly swatting your cunt, each slap makes your juices spray everywhere all over your pretty bed. He would feel bad if you didn't tell him that camera was a gift from a certain geek.

When some of your squirt even gets on the camera, he laughs, "Oops, you think Jensen will still take it back after that?"

Captain's Legacy!Steve: yet another installation of Arcadia's films, this one in particular is a punishment.

He's so mean about it too, roughly fucking your mouth with his hand as his other one spanks your cunt sore. Still fully clothed and hovering over you, he's got the camera angled right between your legs in perfect view of your messy pussy.

"See? It hurts, doesn't it?" He hisses, "This is what you get for losing a very special gift your boyfriend got you."

"I-I didn't lose it!" You cry out after he removes his fingers, smearing your spit all over your heaving chest, pinching your nipples, "Someone stole it, Steve—daddy, I promise."

He knows you didn't lose it and he also knows who took it—later, he'd have to thank Johnny for sneaking into Kappa Phi, but if he admitted that now, then he'd have to cut this punishment short. So he lied about it, faking hurt when he 'found out' about your so-called clumsiness, and acting heartbroken over the necklace that once belonged to his mother, now lost somewhere on the vast campus.

And you felt so guilty about it, even though you didn't want it at the beginning, seeing how upset he was about losing someone from his biological mother made you want to make it up to him. So you followed him to his room, missing the cocky smirks of his frat brothers as they knew exactly what was going to happen. After all, they had set up the camera for Steve.

"Someone fuckin' stole it, huh? Or you were too busy to even notice you left it some place?" Steve's zipper is about to burst, his cock has been hard since you teared up at his convincing performance. He loved seeing you cry. "You're gonna make up for it, for being a stupid little omega, got it?"

#spicy videos #fic drabble #holy grail ask #fk ask #captains legacy ask #holy grail: thots #holy grail drabble #fk drabble #fk: thots #captains legacy drabble #captains legacy: thots #captains legacy: spicy #holy grail: spicy #fk: spicy

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thesuetyouforgot · 7 months

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Writing you all an imagine

Okay, not completely true but I'd like to get back into writing more and thought a little challenge could motivate me. Please feel free to request something. Just give a Python (character) and give me a little scenario.

And I mean little bc I'm only gonna write a drabble or dribble drabble - whatever, about 100-300 (maybe 500) words. Though I can't guarantee for anything

Just request whatever you'd like! Y/N, ships, characters from show or movies. Anything Python related should be fine. You can comment here, message me or send an (anonymous) ask. Go wild with ideas really :)

#Don't hesitate to come up with the wildest things. I just want to write #Helen Palin being annoyed bc Michael only eats beans on toast for weeks? Okay. Lancelot stepping on a snail & having a mental #breakdown? Alright I'll write it!#But it could happen that it takes me forever to actually write it and maybe I won't write anything so be warned ha #Monty Python #michael palin #john cleese #terry jones #graham chapman #monty python and the holy grail #Monty python fanfiction #life of brian #monty pythons flying circus #dribble drabble challenge

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bg-sparrow · 10 months

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mcfly july 2023 || day 8 Driver's License

viii.

“You already told us this one.”

Marty’s brow furrowed.

“I did?”

Verne nodded. “Last summer.”

“Father told you to walk Einstein,” Jules recounted, “and when you passed your test, you walked him by holding the leash out the driver’s side window of an automobile.”

“Tell us something exciting!” Verne whined.

Marty pensively sipped his cocoa, consulting the fire for inspiration. He snapped his fingers.

“Mm! What about the time the Templars threw me into the Oak Island ‘Money Pit’ for dropping the Holy Grail overboard while we were at sea?”

Doc’s head whipped in from the kitchen.

“You did what?”

The story "Marty already told them" was a drabble I actually wrote last McFly July about Marty getting his license!

And "Storytime with Marty McFly" has become a staple in my BttF drabble collections (Marty telling Jules and Verne fireside stories at the Brown's farmhouse), so here are the previous entries: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5

#mcflyjuly #mcfly july #back to the future #bttf #storytime with marty mcfly #marty mcfly and the holy grail #marty has a duck sweater because of course he does #bttf moodboard #bttf aesthetics #fanfic #the boy who leapt through time again #drabble #100 words

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jonsawarriors · 2 years

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title: when we kiss: mmmm, fire by kattyshack // @majicmarker

word count: 40k

tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Westeros, Neighbors, Humor, Seduction, Teasing, Belligerent Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, jon snow tryna get into those sansypants, he actually has a lot of chill this time tbh the level of self-control here is inspirational, Dark Jon Snow, (that feels like a weird tag for this filthy fluff fest but??), (he's a sexy menace on a sansa prowl so it's accurate), em dashes ellipses italics parentheses you name it i overuse it

summary: Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, it’s Jon who’s got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously. Aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!

(work and chapter titles from “fire,” by bruce springsteen)

for the @jonsadungeonsanddrabbles event

day three 🌡 Wednesday (Mercury) - Dirty Talk / Stolen

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa au #jonsa event #jonsawarriors #jonsaedit #jonsa dungeons and drabbles #jon x sansa #actually jonsa #this one fits the dirty talk prompt to the tea #one of the holy grails of jonsa modern au fics #you might be thinking the gifs are too pg #but trust me #the fic is far from that

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disastersareajoy · 2 months

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Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #TCM #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #thomas hewitt smut #texas chainsaw smut #DisastersAreAJoyDrabbles #this was supposed to be a short idea #and then i just couldn't stop #Tommy has been haunting me lately and this just wouldn't stop playing over in my mind #if literally anyone wants this idea more fleshed out and an actual fic lmk #will absolutely write it if only one person says yes #ill probably write it anyways #HES HAUNTING ME AND I LOVE IT

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bruisedboys · 11 months

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SPIDERHEAD, drabbles ─── send in a thought/headcanon you have about a character and I’ll expand on it in a drabble!

miguel o’hara secretly loves physical affection. like he can act all hard as much as he wants, but that man is putty in your hands once you start playing with his hair🙄🤨

um absolutely yes.

miguel o’hara who acts like a total hardass but is actually super touch deprived and desperately wants you to play with his hair or touch him with your soft, pretty hands at all times. at first he’s too proud to ask you and never does, but you figure him out pretty quickly. how he sighs into your mouth when he’s kissing you and you thread your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. how his head goes all heavy in your hand when you cup his face with your palm. from then on, you make it your mission to be as physically affectionate as you can (without being annoying).

you give him regular massages, because let’s be honest, he works out way too much and also he’s super tense all. the. time. you’ll get him to sit against your legs and you’ll just work away at the knots in his shoulders and upper back and he just melts. he’s all sighs and groans and ‘mhm, right there, baby’, and you’re happy to be his (very unprofessional) masseuse, especially when he’s making such pretty sounds.

and boy does he love it when you play with his hair omg. he’s half asleep against your shoulder after a long day, and you bend your elbow where your arm is curled around his shoulders to twist a lock of his hair around your finger. and since he has the nicest, softest, thickest hair ever, soon enough your fingers are buried in it, and miguel could honestly fall asleep right then and there, it feels so nice.

one time you actually convince him to let you wash his hair and his immediate reaction is that he was not prepared for how amazing it would feel. you’re super gentle and thorough with it too, scrubbing shampoo into his hair until he’s basically got a head full of bubbles, rinsing it out with hot water (scalding hot btw. he likes his showers practically lava type heat), and then conditioning it, too, just as carefully as before. afterwards his hair is the nicest is ever been and miguel is the most relaxed he’s ever been.

also!!! his holy grail is when your hands go exploring while he’s kissing you. he just loves it when your drag them up his chest, when you push your fingers under the collar of his shirt, his pulse racing under your touch. when you slide your hand up to the back of his neck and bury your fingers in his hair, when your hand falls to his waist and dips under his shirt to skim across his bare skin. it’s his absolute favourite thing. like. ever.

join the celebration!

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sugawara-levi · 7 months

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Bakugo x reader | Table top

aged up!Bakugo, apx. 20

drabble/imagine, 0.5k words

cw: established relationship, masturbating (reader), dom-ish!bakugo, degradation (slut), jealous + possessive bakugo

When Bakugo comes home and finds you masturbating he’s not exactly pleased.

The thought that he doesn’t satisfy you enough grazes his brain and it doesn’t sit right with him. In his head, if he was enough, you would never need to pleasure yourself by your lonesome. He, of course, takes it as an attack against his pride and has a mind to make up for it.

When he opens the door and hears your soft moans from the next room he’s frozen in place. The next thing you know he’s barging into the living room and stares at you as you jump in surprise. You hadn’t heard the main door open as you were too preoccupied with keeping the hand in your panties busy.

The sight of your hand down your trousers clouds his vision with black, that’s his holy grail.

Marching up to you it doesn’t take him a second before he has you bent over the table. Trousers and panties pulled down no further than your knees.

“You think you can satisfy yourself alone?” he grumbles as he forcefully pushes into you.

“no” your cheek is smashed against the table top and you’re barely managing to hold the edge of the table for support.

“You think you can feel this good without me?”

“no” of course you couldn’t.

“No?”

“No, never” he’s slamming into you so hard, hands on your bare ass, eyes darting between the view of his cock, moving in and out of your wet folds, radiating lewd sounds to his pleasure, and your face.

“Gonna mould the shape of my dick into you.. no one will be able to satisfy you like I do.”

You let out a sharp moan as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you. Think to yourself that already no one could ever satisfy you like he does.

“Yeah? You like that?”, he bends over, closer to your ear and whispers.

“Of course you do you little slut.” a shiver goes through your body.

“Were you thinking of other men while masturbating?”

“hn- no.”

“No? Tell me in words baby.”

“mfh, I- No I wasn’t thinking of other guys’ dick? thinking only if you.” what’s he even saying at this point? you can barely understand the meaning of his words, just know them to be bullshit.

“Yeah? What did you think of me.”

“haah, about your, mng, your dick inside me, fucking me like you are now, ah!”

“Just like this?”

“Just, like this.”

“Well we gotta do something bout that, gotta fuck you better than that” he says as he grabs your hands and hold them up against your back. His pace quickens, slamming into you, and you can feel the table burn agains the front of your thighs. It’s gonna be a long night.

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swga-ficrecs · 9 months

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long fic recs

this is a list of fics that are, well, long regardless of the trope and plot. for voracious readers who aren't satisfied with short-length writing. all these fics are considered holy grails because i don't read long fics if they aren't well-written. all fics are finished unless noted otherwise.

✒️ unfinished

yoongi

third wheeling by @untaemedqueen i absolutely love everything about this. it's a lot of my favorite tropes in one giant fic. the characters are complex and fleshed out, the pacing is good, and i love the writing style. the smut is well-written and, though the catalyst for the plot, well-paced that it doesn't feel like a smut-centric fic.

suit & tie + drabbles by @jungshookz this is is a long fic but in bullet points, so i can only imagine how long this could've been if it was written in full sentences. another fic where yoongi does a 180°, but their dynamic is adorable from the beginning. not a lot of drama, a good fic to go back to if you want something lighthearted. you can probably tell by now that i love ceo fics.

desolate by @angelicyoongie this fic is long but has a very straightforward style of writing that's easy to follow and understand. it's one of the few hybrid fics i've read where they fight for a hybrid's right to freedom. i love how much yoongi opened up and changed throughout the fic. it's one of those fics where the idea of a hybrid isn't romanticized.

the deal by @untaemedqueen a great introduction to syndicate fics if you're looking for one. this is a chaptered fic that isn't too long and is easily digestible. it doesn't touch on mafia-esque activities so much. i have a thing for romance fics where the stone cold character evolves into a romantic, and this tickles that itch.

jimin

balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!reader by @jungshookz ✒️ this bullet point mini-series should be considered a full series already, considering the length of each drabble and how many of them exist. this is a forbidden romance between a teacher and a student with different personalities, so it's interesting and endearing how they developed their feelings over time.

i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts

a lengthy oneshot of strangers-turned-lovers and how love grows slowly between two people who are worlds apart. very well-written, i dreaded how quickly i finished reading it. i love how human jimin is in this fic. the oc is very relatable as well—very realistic and not overtly romanticized. i can easily identify myself in her if i were in her shoes.

taehyung

maybe i do by @chateautae another fic that is a mix of my favorite tropes. this fic has fewer but longer chapters. another smut-filled fic that doesn't feel overworked and serves as a good break between dramatic scenes. i love how both characters developed throughout the story.

jungkook

please love me by @ahundredtimesover i loved the complexity of the characters and how they navigated through their situation. they both had to do a lot of growing up in this fic, and it was done in a well-paced manner. the drabbles also give a lot of insight to this universe. i go back and read the drabbles a lot.

evolution of a lover's heart by @jeonstudios

a heartwrenching masterpiece. i waited a long time for this to be finished, and it did not disappoint at all. one of the most emotional and resonating fics i've read so far. my heart feels for both of them so much. the kind of love that people wish they would have.

the boy with galaxies in his eyes by @oddinary4bts

an emotionally captivating and heartwrenching oneshot that i never expected to read. both characters were well-written and well-fleshed out, it was easy to fall in love with them and understand their actions. the writing itself was really magical too—flowed so smoothly, it didn't feel as long as it actually was. an absolute hidden gem that everyone should read!

4-7-8 by @jiminrings

not the longest of fics, but a great read nonetheless. i read this a while back, and it was only after i reread it that i was able to truly appreciate the characters and their development. it has a very realistic plot that tugs at my heartstrings. everyone deserves this kind of partner and love.

our first and last by @thedefinitionofbts ✨️

if you love the concept of alternate universes and soulmates, this is a must read. the author utilized scientific concepts that i had a hard time grasping and, at the same time, supported the plot really well. i'm so glad i came across this fic.

multi-member

sanguis duology + (ongoing) oneshots by @borathae absolute monster of a fic, probably one of the longest ones i've read. even though i was annoyed at mc's stubborness, i think it was a driving force throughout the fic. i also never imagined the pairings in this, but i enjoyed the ride. there were some parts where i felt the author could've woven details better to make the story smoother, but it's charming in the sense that i need to think and connect the dots from previous chapters.

a place called home by @agustdakasuga i keep re-reading this fic every few years. i loved how each hybrid came into her life and how they eventually stayed. i also appreciate how each hybrid's personality isn't necessarily stereotypical. great pacing in each chapter, good to read if you like chaptered fics that aren't very long.

the road to you by @bonvoyagenoona

a slow burn masterpiece. this fic is a rollercoaster of experiences that is complemented by terrific writing and pacing. it's very instrospective, which is something i personally like. it has a little bit of everything and a good amount of smut, but it all works wonderfully together, the words flew by quickly.

#swga-ficrecs

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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make the friendship bracelets / dagger squad x reader

this is for the top gun x swiftie girlies. I am in the midst of making as many friendship bracelets as I can fit on my arms for the eras tour and had this idea !!! it’s a little short but this is just a fun little drabble :) i hope you enjoy!!!

make the friendship bracelets / dagger squad x reader

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word count: 600

warnings: none :)

You cleared your throat as you all sat around a booth, knowing this was your moment before everyone started to head home for the evening. “Going to make a speech?” Hangman asked, eyeing you as you looked at everyone expectantly waiting for their attention. You just smiled, reaching into your purse to grab the friendship bracelets you’d spend the past few days making and handing them to their respective owners without a word.

“What’s happening right now?” Rooster asked, looking down at the delicate beaded string in confusion.

“They’re friendship bracelets, Roo,” you said dryly, fighting a smile.

“Why?” he asked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why is it a bracelet? I’m not in the mood to get existential tonight… I just thought, well… I’m not making a speech but you guys are my best friends and I’ve never really had best friends before so… friendship bracelets,” you said almost awkwardly as everyone just stared at you before their resolve cracked and they were all excitedly putting them on. Well, everyone except for Bob, he had put his on instantly and had been grinning down at it the whole time.

“What is this, summer camp?” Hangman asked, but you didn’t miss the slight glimmer in his eye as he looked it over.

“Did you pick these colors because of Star Wars?” Fanboy asked and he beamed when you nodded. “This is awesome!”

“I can’t believe you did this! This must have taken you hours,” Phoenix said. “This is so sweet.”

“This is my favorite thing ever, thank you so much.” Bob said, looking down at his like you’d presented him with the Holy Grail before reaching across the table to squeeze your hand.

“My daughter is going to be so jealous,” Payback said and you just smirked as you grabbed another from your purse and slid it across the table. “You made one for her?” he asked, looking at the much smaller bracelet in awe.

“Just securing my place as the favorite aunt,” you shrugged and Phoenix shot you a look.

“Hey, a bracelet changes nothing. I’m the favorite aunt,” she said and you laughed softly.

“Whatever you say, Phe,” you said as you slid to sit on the top of the bench and hooked your legs over to hop out, approaching the bar to meet Penny who gave you a bright smile.

“Another one?” she asked, but looked at you confused when you shook your head and instead presented her with a bracelet. “For me? Are you serious?” she asked, slipping it on.

“Of course, you’re a part of our team too.”

“Just for that, this is on me,” she said, placing a fresh beer in front of you and you turned to look at Maverick who’d cleared his throat.

“Can I help you?” you asked, trying to stifle your smirk.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing…” he replied, nonchalantly sipping his beer but eyeing yours and Penny’s wrists. “Just wondering where mine might be.”

“Sorry, old timer. There’s a height limit on friendship bracelets,” you said and Penny cackled from beside you. “Must be this tall to ride,” you held your hand up just above his height and you couldn’t help but laugh at his shocked expression as you pulled his from your pocket, donning his callsign just like everyone else’s.

“Oh, I didn’t… I was only joking,” he said but you could tell from the look in his eyes how much it meant to him.

“Of course you were, sir,” you exchanged a knowing look with Penny before heading back to your friends who were now all arguing over who had the best one and you wouldn’t have expected anything less.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #rooster x reader #hangman x reader #phoenix x reader #fanboy x reader #bob x reader #payback x reader #coyote x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #natasha trace x reader #bob floyd x reader #reuben fitch x reader #javy machado x reader

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resowrites · 11 months

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Holy Grail - drabble.

Summary: Henry develops a fixation for a certain part of his pregnant wife’s body…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, sexy talk, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 635

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Holy Grail - drabble.

"Whoa--"

"Henry, get out, I'm trying to get dry!" He quickly turned around as she grabbed the towel from the bed and clutched it to her chest.

"I'm sorry! I came in here to fetch Kal so I could give him his tea!" But the pooch was still fast asleep at the foot of their bed.

"Well you better get out of here before he wakes up, you know how protective of me he is at the moment."

"I know, the soppy git…"

"He's soppy?! You almost had a panic attack yesterday when you thought I ate shrimp! And he picked up following me into every room from you!"

"Yeah well at least I don't guard you when you're in the shower--"

"Well thank God for Kal, otherwise you'd be leering at me through the glass!"

"At least then I'd get a look at them! Come on, drop that towel, and lemme see if I can't tune in for the news and weather--"

"Out, now! I wanna get dry in peace."

"Then here, let me help…" Henry took a few steps forward only for her to dart under the bed so she could fetch something. "What the hell is the broom doing under there?!"

"I had to bring it up last night to squish a spider on the ceiling and now I'm going to use it to get rid of another pest."

"My lady may call me whatever she wishes. For she is beautiful, rich, and got huge… tracts of land!"

"That's it! I'm not enduring Monty Python quotes. You're banned from my presence the rest of the evening. Be gone!" She tried to jab with the broom only for him to dart out of the way.

"Aww come on, when was the last time we got to knock boots?"

"Last bloody night!"

"Then you should be warmed up by now!"

"God give me strength… anyway I thought you just wanted to cop a feel?"

"Well I'll take whatever I can get--"

"Yeah well by the time I'm finished with this broom, you'll be able to sweep the floor!"

"Charming, all I wanted was to enjoy the beauty of my pregnant wife! Honestly, it looks like you're holding up two ten-gallon hats--"

"God you belong on a bloody list… can't you go one night without being a pervert?"

"No, but I'll tell you what, you flash me lefty and I'll give you a hundred quid."

"A hundred quid?"

"Yeah, would you prefer cash or bank transfer?"

"Is that all you think I'm worth?!"

"Well, it's not like you're giving me a handful!"

"And how much would you pay for that? I was thinking of redoing the kitchen…"

"What? Why? I did a good job of the tiling!"

"Henry, two fell off just this morning!"

"Then let little Henry have a dance in your ballroom and I'll fix it for free!"

"Will you also disappear back downstairs?"

"God, you always want to get rid of me!"

"Yeah, cos you get on my sodding tits!"

"I bloody wish!" She looked up at the ceiling and prayed for guidance.

"Henry, give me one good reason why I should have sex with you tonight."

"I can do better than that, I can regale you with song."

"What?!" Henry cleared his throat.

"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate!" She perched on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.

"I can't actually believe I'm having your child…"

"I can, especially after last night. Now get thee to bed, and let's go for round two--"

"Really? You're reciting Shakespeare now?"

"Well I thought that might do the trick--"

"Fat chance."

"Why not? I can leave the money on the bedside table--" she chucked a pillow at him.

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spacequokka · 2 years

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RM1526: Calculus II

Pairing: professor!Changkyun x student!Reader Genre: College AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: “I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” Word Count: 2.6k 🤬 drabble my ass Warnings: teacher/student relations, topless Kyun deserves a mention, marking, dirty talk, reader would do shots off his tats and it shows, choking, quick rough vaginal sex on a desk, one use of degradation, editing this at 3am with a mix of coffee and melatonin gummies in my system, mistakes were made

Inspired by this gif. Part one of my four entries for the Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee who made the banner! If you love this, please shower her with love for me. This series is all her idea. I recommend That’s the Way Love Goes and Promise for reading.

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At this point, it was an obsession. It started as mild curiosity at first. Who wouldn’t want to know more about the pretty tattoo playing peek-a-boo on the sexy calculus teacher? It wasn’t as if you cared about the numbers and symbols on his whiteboard. But the way his forearm flexed as he flipped the marker between his fingers, slowly shifting his sleeve back to show the intricate ink was becoming its own religion. You only wanted to see it up close, maybe even ask who did it so you could go pay your respects.

But no.

“Hm, that’s too easy for you, Ms. ____.” Professor Im smiled and shook his head. “Come back to me when you get an A in my class.”

You were barely passing his class. Well, you were nothing if not determined when it came to stupid shit. You found a tutor and made it your life’s mission to master math Greek gibberish. By the end of the semester, you managed to get a fucking 92. It was time to collect your reward.

You had your grades printed off, hand slightly shaking as you stayed in your seat and waited for class to empty for the day. Did you need your phone? You should probably take a picture to show the artist if he tells you who did it. Ugh, but why wouldn’t they remember him or their work? Okay, maybe you wanted a souvenir for your hard work.

“You planning on sleeping here tonight?”

Your attention snapped to the professor where he stood behind his desk with his hands in his pockets. Today was his black turtleneck sweater day. You swallowed hard and got to your feet. “No!” You held up the paper as if he could see it from where he stood. You hopped down the stairs and came to a stop in front of his desk. “You said you’d show me your tattoo if I brought my grade up. I have an A now.”

His bored expression barely changed as he cocked an eyebrow at you. Oh, fuck. Did he forget? You didn’t think you needed to remind him along the way. Shit—

“I know what your grade is. Who else grades your work?” The tiniest smirk graced his lips before he took his hands out of his pockets. “Ah, now which one was it…” He looked between his arms then held one up. “I think it was this one.”

You sucked in air. “Wait, you have more than—”

He ignored you as he pushed back the fabric and revealed the holy grail. The flower was gorgeous, an intricate weave of lines that healed to perfection. You were drawn to it like a moth to his flame. He watched you come around his desk and even let you pull his arm closer for inspection. “You like ink that much, huh?”

“Sir, I happen to appreciate all forms of art,” you murmured as you traced the petals lightly with a fingertip. He shivered, but you ignored it, moving your focus to the shading of the stem and leaves. To his credit, he didn’t pull away.

He cleared his throat. “I got that impression over the past few months. You tend to stare whenever I roll my sleeves up.”

You felt your face flush as you froze and dropped his arm as if he’d burned you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “Of course. Come on, time to go.” He gently pushed your shoulders, turning you towards the door.

“Oh, wait! Can I get a picture? I killed myself for this.” You reached for your phone. “I wanna get one done soon.”

“A picture?” He scoffed. “It’s not even the best tattoo I have.”

“It’s not?” You whirled around to face him. He was close, and it forced you to look up past his chin. “Can I see? Please? Please, lemme see it.”

His lips twitched as he looked away. “I dunno, Ms. _____. I’d have to take my sweater off.”

“I’m fine with that. I want to see it.” You reached for the hem of his sweater, but he caught your eager hands.

“I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” The click of the lock echoed in the large room. “You can’t tell anyone I showed you either.”

Excitement buzzed in your veins like alcohol. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.” You followed him back to his desk, where he gestured for you to stand in front of his chair. You obeyed his instruction. His large hands seized you by your waist and pressed you against the edge of the desk.

“You might want to be up here to see it properly,” he murmured. Well, he had a point. You pushed yourself up onto his desk without a second thought. He rewarded you with one of those rare true smiles. “Perfect.” He sat down in his chair.

“Does anyone else know about your tattoos?” You asked without taking your eyes off him. He shook his head as he pulled the slinky sweater up and off his body. Your brain instantly turned to mush upon seeing the various designs of ink on his chest and shoulders. His artist must have descended from Da Vinci himself. You made this weird squeaky noise that sounded like a mouse on helium breathing its last.

Professor Im ran a hand over his pecs, then stretched. “Okay,” he stood up and got mind-numbingly close, “be gentle with it. I get ticklish.”

You scoffed as he turned around. Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide and sparkly. You’d imagined all sorts of different designs on him. Something like this? Unthinkable, yet it suited him. Again, your hands moved on their own as you committed each detail of the three flowers to memory. “This is amazing,” you whispered.

“So is your touch,” he grunted. “Are you always this delicate with things you handle?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you bit your lip. “Would you like it if I poked harder?” You didn’t mean for it to sound that way, but once the words were out, you shrugged it off. A man with gorgeous skin and god-tier tattoos will do that to you.

What you didn’t see coming was his reaction. He stiffened for a second, as if even he couldn’t believe you’d be that bold. But then he backed up, all but shoving his back into your face. He gingerly brought his hands to your knees as if to steady himself as he perched his ass against the desk between your thighs. Did he think you wouldn’t lick his fucking tattoo right here? You honestly couldn’t tell if he was aware he was slowly driving you insane.

Two can play that game.

Keeping an eye on the side of his face, you splayed your hands out on his back and gently pressed your fingertips into his skin. His mouth opened a little. With a deep breath for confidence, you pressed your lips to one of the flowers wound around the blade going down his spine. The man jerked like you’d shocked him, but again he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed your knees with a warning as he released a slow exhale. He might have mumbled something like “Don’t get fired, Kyun.”

You liked the idea of him fighting against doing whatever was going on in his head. You also liked playing with fire. “I’m surprised there are no scratches on your back.”

“Why would I—” He stopped when he caught on. “Ah. Well, it’s hard to scratch someone when you’re pinned down.”

The thought of being pinned underneath him, taking each stroke with his impossibly deep voice in your ear, was a heady one. You whimpered at the thought as your knees trembled with want. “Shit.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “You okay?” His concern was genuine, but it wasn’t like you could focus when he was massaging your legs. His hands were calloused and swallowed your calf muscles. You couldn’t help the way your mind immediately wondered what else on him was big.

“Yep.” You swallowed hard, trying and failing to push the horny thoughts away. “C-can I see the ones on your chest before I go?”

He made a noise somewhere between a hum and a moan before turning around without bothering to put distance between you. He arched his eyebrow, silently asking if it bothered you, but you were already reaching up to touch him.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he leaned into your touch. “Fuck,” he gasped, while his eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head to the side, amazed at how he responded to every little thing you did. Your hands trailed from his chest to his neck. His eyes snapped open and focused on you with a look that made you sit up straighter. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his waist, barely aware of how you exposed your dirty thoughts and wants. Changkyun’s hands closed around your wrists and pulled you towards him as he leaned in close enough for your noses to touch. “You’re really testing my patience here.”

You felt the low rumble of his voice deep in your soul, your core, and knew if he asked you’d fuck him right then and there. “I’d never do that.” You pouted as you looked into his eyes and brought his hips closer. “I hate tests.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Tell me you want this, _____.” He spoke against your lips. “No misunderstandings.”

You moaned softly as you threaded your fingers through the hair at his neck. “I want this, want you so bad—”

Changkyun didn’t even let you get the words out. He devoured your mouth with a kiss so hot and wet your panties were ruined in seconds. The way he paid attention to every detail, from your lips to your tongue and even the roof of your mouth, left you whimpering with want while struggling against his hold keeping you from touching him. And you wanted that more than anything. Just to feel his skin and the raised lines from his tattoos under your fingers while he shivered.

When he got tired of exploring your mouth and nudged your head aside to kiss your neck, you were able to voice your complaints. “Please,” you pulled against his hold, “let me touch you.”

He chuckled before nipping at your throat. “Greedy girl, you already have. It’s my turn.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out when he bit you again, this time harder. “Please, just a little bit more.”

His kisses trailed back to your mouth. “Sound so pretty when you beg like that, but keep it down. I don’t want anyone else to hear what’s meant for me.” He gently bit your bottom lip and slowly let it go. “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. He smirked and kissed you again as he laid you back on the desk.

“Can’t believe you’re a bad girl. On your professor’s desk spread out like this. Never would’ve thought.” His fingers caught the hem of your sundress and pushed the fabric up. Before you knew it, his fingers were exploring your pussy, caressing your folds, then parting them to dip a finger in. “Shit. I knew it. You’re gonna feel like heaven on my dick.”

Somehow, this kept getting better and better. Knowing he wanted to get inside you was all you needed to hear. “Oh, fuck yes.” You moaned quietly as you squirmed impatiently. He continued to tease you, sliding his finger in and out then adding another and finally a third. By the time he deemed you ready to take his dick, you were a mess, babbling as you rode his fingers chasing an orgasm he wasn’t willing to give just yet.

“Hands stay up here.” He pointed to the edge of the desk by your head. You grabbed it with both hands as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Then he pulled off some David Blaine bullshit by undoing his belt and pants with one hand while opening the condom then rolling it on. Any other time, you would have applauded him. He put one of your legs on his shoulders while stroking himself a few times. You felt him prod at your entrance, head teasing through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way to keep you from giving you both away. “So good for me…” he moaned as he pressed the tip inside.

You tightened your grip as your legs shook with each inch he fed you. By the time he was balls deep, both of you were sweating and shaking, whispering curses as you realized what feeling so fucking good meant for you two. Pussy so tight and wet. Dick thick and deep. This could never have been a one-time deal. Fuck. He squeezed the thigh on his chest and pressed a kiss to your knee.

“Gotta make this quick so I can get you somewhere softer, like my bed or couch.” He groaned as you clenched at his words.

“I’m not picky,” you said bringing your other leg to his hip and pulling him in deeper. “Backseat of your car will do.”

“Shit, I can see you making me pull over at least once.” He put his other arm under the leg on his hip and bent over, pushing your legs back towards your chest. “You’re sin with pretty eyes and a tempting smile.” He pulled out just enough to slam back in, immediately setting a fast and brutal pace. The angle was perfect, stimulating your clit while reaching deep enough for each stroke to brush that special spot that had you seeing stars. His lips came back to yours and he hushed you. Only then were you aware that your cries of pleasure were echoing. “Get me fired and you’ll be my cocksleeve until I find another job.”

“P-promise?” You smiled, happy when he grunted and nudged your head aside again and suckled a mark into your skin.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Spending every fucking minute stuffed with dick and screaming my name.” His strokes grew shorter as he put more strength into his thrusts. He let one of your legs go in favor of your throat, bringing your attention back to the flower on his forearm. His muscles flexed as he adjusted his grip to only apply pressure from the sides. “Look at you. You love being choked, too? You keep surprising me. Cum for me, baby. Cum so I can take you home and wear that pretty ass out.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A few more rolls of his hips against yours, pelvis grinding on your clit, and you were gone. His arms moved to the sides of your head, hands gripping the desk alongside your own as he started pounding away. The poor desk tried to hold its ground but still ended up screeching as it scooted across the floor with his thrusts. Losing his footing threw off his concentration and within minutes he was moaning in your ear as he came.

When he stopped and rested his head on your shoulder, you brought your arms down and gently rubbed his back, giving him a little pat for a job well done. But he didn’t want that. He pushed up and pulled out, peeling the condom off and dropping it in the trash by his desk. He grabbed your hands and helped you sit up. “Let’s get out of here.”

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thesuetyouforgot · 6 months

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Fanfic request asks:

The Trial of King Arthur, Sir Bedivere and Sir Lancelot as they're in court for the apparent murder of Frank the Famous Historian (which they didn't even commit) and they're testified against by the previous characters that they've met in Holy Grail (like the Black Knight, the 3-Headed Giant, the French Taunters, Zoot, etc).

The Trial of Arthur, Bedivere & Lancelot =requested by @yonderghostshistories ------

"Hold it, hold it… Don't everybody speak up at once…" The judge was wishing for nothing more than this trial to finally come to an end. Though the case was nothing too extraordinary -he has experienced a lot in his working days- and the three defendants were a bit strange -insisting on keeping up their medieval disguise-; the witnesses definitely were the icing on the cake - unbearable! The weirdest creatures, appearing so strange and unreal that even the knightly defendants seemed normal in comparison. And worst of all - none of them could give clear, useful testimony.

The judge had eventually managed to tame the herd of young ladies and to get them to stay silent while only one of them spoke. Zoot, so her name, was mentioning very important indications. "…he was feral, swinging his sword and threatening us with violence while just barging into our castle. That man-", her eyes were glistening contemptuously when she pointed at Sir Lancelot, "is a danger. I have no doubt he would be capable of committing this crime."

The judge nodded, a small content smile on his lips. That coincided with the police's first suspicion and also with the statements of various wedding guests. This case seemed to be just about clear by now and Lancelot would have to face his judical fate.

…or so he thought. More witnesses were to follow. And one especially caught everyone's attention: A knight in black armour and with neither arms nor legs was wheeled into the courtroom by a nurse. Although he himself did not consider it to be that tragical, the fact that 'King' Arthur supposedly was the cause for this man's limblessness -and probably his madness too, the judge thought to himself- did change the judge's view of the blond defendant. "It was a fair duel! I must not be blamed!" King Arthur looked almost frantic and definitely miserable when he called out his plea, to which the black knight even agreed with a nod.

What a strange bunch of people… The judge could only shake his head in disbelief. This was going nowhere… "Alright. We'll continue the trial after a break of-", he took a look at the big clock on the wall, "-two hours." He banged his gavel and off everyone went.

Barely feeling refreshed, court staff and spectators returned to the courtroom two hours later; only some of the journalists had sent in a replacement for the remaining trial. "Send in the next witness please." The judge took a deep breath before he would have to face whatever strange witness would appear in front of him now.

And his expectations definitely were not disappointed: An old, poorly dressed woman waddled into the room, her eyes wandering along the faces in front of her until her gaze came to rest on Arthur and Bedivere. Pointing at the latter, she exclaimed alarmed: "Those men are evil! The king and this blue knight… Especially the knight." She needed a moment to compose herself again as even the mere memory of the occurrences seemed to take her breath away. "Not a second did they hesitate to extort me to get their will by calling out…", she paused for a while, "…Ni."

The last word was only whispered but it caused a collective gasp to go through half the courtroom. Only police, attorneys and journalists looked around in astonishment. "Ni?" The judge asked in puzzlement, raising his eyebrows. He was taken aback when the woman in front of him immediately flinched at his question, clutching her chest as if her heart was about to stop beating. He let out a groan. What had he gotten into here? Another difficult witness and another vague evidence against one of the three defendants when the police had clearly reported that only one could be the murderer…

All the judge really knew by now was how close he was to banging his own head against the table instead of his little gavel.

#Challenge failed successfully: neither is this 100 - 300 (or even 500) words nor does a trial even work like this #Feat. the judge (Terry Jones) from the Richelieu courtroom sketch bc this was heavily inspired by that sketch #Anyway thank you for the prompt with this extremely interesting story idea! (with way too many possible outcomes)#monty python and the holy grail #monty python #monty python fanfiction #dribble drabble challenge #fanfics

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wqnwoos · 9 months

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what are ur holy grail svt fics 🤲🏻

OHHH i’ve been waiting for an ask like this ‼️

catnaps by @wheeboo. cats + wonwoo + 8k word of pure fluff there is NOTHING to dislike here. and as always rania’s writing is literally divine 💗 so sweet and fluffy and comforting (love u rania 🤞🤞)

meetcute of the century 🔞 by @/lovelyhan. omfg i wrote a whole review of this fic which was mostly just Screaming because i think it is quite possibly my favourite wonwoo fic to date. it’s SO good. the angst is gorgeous the premise is gorgeous everything about it is just gorgeous and i love it sm.

isohel by @/toruro. prince!joshua is something sooo personal to me actually. it fits him so well and i feel like this characterisation of him was especially good :(

kintsugi by @/savventeen. okay this is like a short drabble but when i tell u all it could literally be poetry i MEAN it. reread it at least five times by now. it’s gorgeous❣️

of shy smiles and misunderstandings by @icyminghao. NOELLE U ANGEL this fic really means so much to me guys. they’re just so shy n cute and the library setting is like. a dream. just so fuckin adorable i love it.

a cupcake, a friend and a love story by @ikigaisvt. cutest dokyeom fluff u will ever read (not click bait). THEY R JUST SOOO CUTE and the friendship dynamics with the other characters are so funny and sweet as well 💗💗

can u guys guess who my bias is 😭 anyway!! please make sure to reblog the authors’ works when you read!! and leave a nice comment to let them know u enjoyed 💌💐

#asks #anon #fic recs #<- u guys can scroll through my fic recs tag or check out these authors’ masterlists if u want more #highly recommend

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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Kingpin Price is my holy grail. I swear everything you write is perfection. It's immaculate, exquisite, and mystifying. That many sound cringy af, but there's no other way to describe how much I adore your writing, and your wrinkly brain

I thought I came across an older fic of yours, but NO you just update more than my mind can comprehend, and I love it. I could list every single fic or drabble or ANYTHING and I would say with 100% certainty that it is spectacular

🦵anon? (I use this a lot...I may or may not be very proud of my calves)

LMFAO i love you so much!! so glad you enjoy my stuff! and it only seems like i post a lot because i post a lot of short bite sized things instead of the full length fics i tell myself i should be working on instead :') i hope you continue to read and enjoy my stuff in the future!

#🦵 anon #asks and answers

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pellucid-constellations · 2 years

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Hello! If you are still open for drabbles might I request the process of college!Bucky falling for you (bonus for frat!) - shown by him remembering all the small things you say/like - e.g. your fav coffee drink, ur holy grail skincare products, nervous habits, dreams and aspirations etc etc etc (I hope this isn’t too long for a drabble!) (also I love you dearly and you’re my favorite writer on this site)

Pairing: Frat!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 940

Warnings: None

a/n: I love writing college Bucky!! He is my fave <3

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“Since when do you drink that crap, Barnes?”

“Since now. Shut up.”

Sam made a face as he walked along the cracked concrete, eyeing the coffee cup loaded with far too much whipped cream as it jostled in Bucky’s hands. He hadn’t been there when Bucky ordered it, but it was the first thing he noticed when he met up with him to walk to class. That, and the fact that his friend was practically jogging to get to physics.

“Right… thought you were obsessed with those energy drinks?” Sam posed. He huffed as Bucky took another sharp right, effectively leaving him in the dust. “Man, will you slow the hell down? I’m saying words and you are ignoring them.”

Bucky spared him a glance over his shoulder. “We have a midterm today. Gotta get to class.”

“We’re ten minutes early and the building is literally right there.”

“I know,” Bucky smirked, a smile etched into the corners of his eyes. “Still gotta get to class.”

Sam scoffed and followed behind Bucky as he rolled his shoulders back and pushed into the lecture hall. In all honesty, Bucky was probably going to fail this midterm. He hated physics, and never really saw the point when it had nothing to do with his major. He had studied a little, but that had been with you, so really, he hadn’t studied much at all.

And, in all honesty, Bucky didn’t really care if he failed this midterm. He only cared that you passed it—hence being ten minutes early to a class he didn’t like with a coffee he would never drink.

He spotted you near the back just as Sam started going on about some fundraiser the frat was putting on this weekend. Bucky ignored him in favor of watching you pour over your laptop, your brows coming together in the way that always made him want to press his lips there to relive the tension. He felt his heart hammer in his chest when you took your lip between your teeth. He’d press his lips there, too, if you’d ever—

“Hey! Mr. Fundraising Chair, are you even listening?” Sam snapped, waving his hand in front of Bucky’s face.

Bucky blinked, tearing his eyes from you for about three seconds. “Yeah… yeah, Wilson, I heard you. Post on the instagram and make the freshmen set up the day before. Got it.”

“Okay, and what about the—”

“Talk later.”

Sam didn’t have time to protest, because Bucky was already ten stairs away from him and making impressive headway toward the back of the lecture hall. You looked up just in time to see his smile above you, the charm backlit by the horrible fluorescences in the room.

Bucky had to bite back an even larger smile when you squinted to see him better, the warmth in his chest making him feel impossibly light. He plopped into the seat next to you, and slid the coffee onto your table in greeting.

“Well, hello to you too, Bucky,” you laughed, wrapping your fingers around the cup. “You got me coffee?”

He tutted, leaning back into the small chair and throwing his arm around the back of yours. “I got you a seasonal drink. Big difference, since I’m pretty sure that’s hardly coffee.”

“And yet, you had to go to a coffee shop to get it.”

Bucky laughed, his head falling back when you side-eyed him over the whipped cream mess. He let his fingers brush your shoulder as his body shook, maybe on accident, maybe on purpose. Either way, he kept them there, his thumb circling a pattern into your sweater.

“I guess I did,” he admitted. “One of the first times I’ve been in that place, actually.”

You sat up a little straighter. “Oh yeah, you hate coffee. You decide to try it out this morning or something?”

Bucky resisted the urge to brush the strand of hair by your cheek behind your ear as he smiled, leaned in, and said, “‘Course not. But after how hard you were studying last night, I figured you could use something for good luck before the test.”

You let out a quick breath and scrambled back toward your computer, opening up a powerpoint Bucky was sure you already knew by heart. He watched as you scanned the words and the models and bounced your knee under the table, as if briefly speaking to him had made you forget everything you needed for this midterm.

“Sorry, Bucky,” you mumbled, bringing your thumb up to bite the nail. “I just really need to get an A in this class.”

God, you were so endearing. And nervous. His heart clenched in his chest as he reached up for your wrist, slowly pulling your hand down and setting it in his lap instead. If he couldn’t kiss you, he’d find another way to calm you down.

“Y/n, you got this. I know you’re gonna kill this test and then you’re gonna get into all those PhD programs you told me about. Even the one with the crazy advisor that won’t answer your emails.”

Your smile was slow and disbelieving as you took him in. “You remember all that?”

“How could I forget? The prettiest girl I’ve ever met decides she wants to talk to me, of course I’m gonna listen.”

You gave him a playful glare, one Bucky was pretty sure he had memorized by now. “You sure are a charmer, aren’t you, Barnes?”

It was with honesty that he replied, “Only for you, sweetheart.”

Two rows down, Sam was rolling his eyes.

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