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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 month

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FD,AU

bucky barnes x fem reader

words: 594

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, explicit content, answering the phone while having sex, mild spanking. let me know if i missed anything.

a/n: listen, i'm trying to come up with new stuff but it's really hard for me rn, so pls enjoy this other orphaned work from ao3 that i'm bringing back here bc i'm an idiot. k thenks ilysm. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged and appreciated ♡

Bucky has you face down, ass up, fucking into you roughly. He’s dragging moans and whimpers from deep within you, hitting all the right places. He brings his hand down to smack your ass.

“Fuck,” you gasp, clenching around his cock.

You hear him chuckle behind you. He does it again, and again, sending your pleasure soaring higher and higher. You’re sure your orgasm is just on the cusp… when his phone rings. Obviously, you expect him to ignore it. You don’t expect him to slam into you, and then pause suddenly.

“No, no,” you whine, trying to wriggle your hips to get him moving again as your pleasure winds down to a low hum.

He shushes you, squeezing your hip. You see his arm reach to the side where his phone rests on the sheets. You watch, bewildered, as he presses a button and lifts it to his ear.

“This is James,” he says as he answers.

You throw a wild look his way, silently asking him what the fuck he’s doing. His lips tilt up in a half grin.

“Oh, Mr. Hudson, so nice to hear from you,” he greets pleasantly, at the same time he drags his cock out slowly. He thrusts back in and continues. “I hadn’t expected a call until tomorrow.” A pause. “No, I’m not busy. What do you need?”

He lazily fucks you as he holds a conversation with the supposed Mr. Hudson, and all you’re able to do is lie there and take it. You do your best to be quiet, lest the man on the other end of the phone hear you and therefore what James is doing to you, but Bucky gives you a rough thrust, his cock hitting a spot that makes you cry out. He quickly bends, wrapping his hand around your mouth, but still never stopping his thrusting.

Your breathing turns harsh, little moans coming out muffled against his hand. He shoves his phone between his cheek and shoulder, using his now free hand to pull you up until your back is pressed against his chest.

“Sure, we can set up a meeting. When is best for you?”

With one hand still covering your mouth, his other slides down your torso until it slips between your legs, his fingers setting a quick rhythm on your clit. You whimper as you throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder.

“Sounds great. I’ll see you then, sir.”

He’s barely hung up the phone when he tosses it on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast, pinching at your nipples and biting marks into your neck and shoulder. You’re a mess; noises being wrenched from you, sweat dripping down your back. Bucky’s panting against your skin as he gets closer and closer to climax.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says breathlessly.

A few more thrusts and you gasp, back arching, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, and then your body shudders, thighs shaking and trying to close around his hand. He groans as you clench around him, his rhythm faltering before he, too, stills. His hands surely leave bruises where they’re gripping you, but you’ll wear them with pride.

You both catch your breath for a moment, but then you reach behind you and pinch his thigh.

“Ow! What was that for?” he asks, rubbing at the sore spot.

“If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll punch you in the dick,” you threaten halfheartedly.

He laughs and kisses you on the cheek, winking when you glare at him over your shoulder.

#i'm sorry for not posting new stuff more regularly #i swear i'll get better about it :(#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #avengers fic #marvel fic

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f1byjessie · 4 months

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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part two.

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yourusername from a little boy meeting his heroes to a young man racing alongside them, getting to see all you’ve accomplished throughout the years makes me the proudest sister in the world. 2024 better watch its back, because sargeants always come back swinging.

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logansargeant we pack a mean punch too 👊

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user wait no cuz this is actually so cute omg??? i want a sister to make cute posts about me

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williamsracing It was lovely having you in the paddock this season Y/N! We’re already looking forward to seeing what 2024 has in store!

↳ yourusername it was a genuine honor to be there! plus i look great in blue 😉💙

↳ user wait does this mean logan is re-signing??

alex_albon me and lily would love to have you both come round during the break if schedules align!

↳ yourusername awwww alex!! speaking on behalf of logan, we’d love to!!

user i’m living vicariously through the sibling bond that the sargeant twins have

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mclaren Some of our favourite meme-worthy images of Oscar from 2023! Which is your fav?

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oscarpiastri guys…

user mclaren admin knows what the people want

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user these are actually so funny omg mans ain’t got no face filter

landonorris yea so this won’t be necessary for me pls and thx

↳ mclaren We already have the pictures ready! 👍

user i’ve made all of these faces at my tv this year

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landonorris papaya pals! looking forward to another season with you mate

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user damn oscar looking caked up

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oscarpiastri of all the pictures

↳ landonorris i giveth thy people what they want

↳ yourusername and we thank you for it sir lando 🫡

user MANIFESTING MORE PODIUMS FOR 2024

mclaren Looking forward to another year, boys! 🧡

danielricciardo you’re only posting these to show off your ass

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logansargeant it’s december 1st???

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user i wish i lived in florida

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user i’m so delulu about what this could mean

↳ user it’s probably just an aesthetic caption?? y’all are fr crazy

↳ user no cuz it’s literally winter rn in the states so why would she post about summer?

↳ user bc she lives in florida?? where the weather is like summer all the time??

You lower your phone and look back to the dark waters crashing against the shore. Logan’s time in Formula 1 has meant you’ve been traveling around the world, getting to experience so much more than you’d ever imagined you would in your lifetime, but nothing compares to the familiarity and comfort of Florida— of home.

And your friends.

“So,” Sophia bumps her shoulder against yours, eyes alight with mischief when you turn to meet her expectant gaze. “Come on,” she teases, “tell me about him.”

You’ve been friends with her for a few years now, ever since moving back to the United States. She was born and partially raised in Belgium, so after spending so long in Europe, she’s the only one who understood the minor culture shock of moving back. You both clicked, and you’ve been stuck together ever since. You’ve learned, however, that if there’s one constant about her, it’s without a doubt her need to gossip about anything and everything— but specifically boys.

You huff out a laugh, “There’s no ‘he’ to tell you about.”

She hums into her glass of wine, eyeing you skeptically.

“There isn’t!” You laugh, shoving her lightly.

She gasps and feigns falling back onto the blanket spread out beneath you. She’s dramatic, too, and that’s another reason you matched so well. She feels like the sister you never had, which makes moments like this feel even more special.

“This back and forth with a certain OP-eighty-one suggests otherwise,” she sing-songs back at you as she sits up, making kissing faces and cackling when you shove at her again.

“I’m not sure how you even know about that,” you grumble. “You don’t even use Instagram.”

“Maybe not, babes,” she casts her gaze out across the ocean, “but I have my sources. So come on, between us girls and us girls only, tell me what’s going on.”

You heave a sigh, gulp down the last mouthful of wine in your glass, and then pour yourself another while she waits. You’re not getting out of this, and part of you does really want to talk about things. On top of being your brother and therefore way more protective than he needs to be, Logan is also Oscar’s best friend and you’re not sure what “bro code” is exactly, but you imagine not dating your friend’s sister is part of it— so he’s out of the question. You’d go to Dalton if you were sure he wouldn’t tell Logan, but they’re loyal to each other and have some sort of unspoken pact when it comes to your love life. You joked once that instead of your dad, it’d be them waiting at the door with a shotgun if you ever brought a guy home, but you’re not sure it was a joke at all with how they act sometimes.

“It started in Bahrain,” you begin, rolling your eyes when she wiggles excitedly and turns her undivided attention to you. “I’ve known him for a while because he and Logan have driven together since they were young, so I messaged him after the race to say that it sucked he had to retire so early into it.”

“And?”

You shoot her a look. “And, we kept talking. One thing led to another and we met up for drinks…” You fiddle with the rim of your glass, glancing back out to the water. You can’t tell if the heat on your face is because you’re embarrassed, or from spending so much of your day under the Floridian sun. “That’s it.”

“That’s it?” She asks incredulously.

“Well—” you purse your lips. “We kissed. Once. When he dropped me off at the hotel. But it was probably just the alcohol or something. I don’t think he wanted it to mean anything. I bet he just wanted to have fun but couldn’t because he had to leave early in the morning.”

She sends you a look. “He was sober enough to drive you back… but you think it was alcohol influencing his decisions? And he kissed you, even knowing he wouldn’t be able to ‘have fun?’ Right. Didn’t mean anything at all.”

You shake your head and huff. “He was upset because he’d had such high hopes for his first Grand Prix and it ended poorly, and I was there to comfort him, so maybe that’s why. He got caught up in the moment, or something.”

“Y/N, I love you. I do. You’re my best friend and you’re like a little sister to me,” she cups your face in her hands and turns you to look at her. “But you can be so dense sometimes, do you know that?”

“Then why hasn’t he brought it up?” You ask, your voice garbled slightly from the way her hands squish your cheeks together. “We saw each other again in Melbourne, to celebrate him getting his first points, and he didn’t say anything then. Or Miami, or England, or Japan.”

She gives you another look and lets your face go. “It’s a two-way street, babe. Why haven’t you brought it up?”

And… that’s a good point. You technically could’ve brought it up, too. You’d just been so afraid of how he would’ve reacted that you’d chosen to keep quiet, preferring uncertainty over rejection. It’s the same reason why you so rarely pursue the things you want. A fear of rejection stands in your way, and you realize suddenly that you could’ve ruined things with someone you genuinely like just because you were afraid.

“You know, like, Schrodinger’s cat," you start meekly. "If you don’t open the box, the cat is dead and alive, because you don’t know. So I never brought it up. Because not knowing is better than him telling me it was nothing.”

She reaches out and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side. When she speaks again, her voice is calmer, less accusatory, a murmur against the ambiance of the hissing tide— “But what if he tells you it’s something?”

You groan. “He probably thinks I’m not interested.”

“Y/N—”

“Oh God!” You pull away and bury your face into your hands. “I ruined it all!”

She pries your hands away and looks you in the eye. There’s a sparkle in her gaze, it’s the look she gets when she has a plan.

“You haven’t ruined it. We just have some work to do.”

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis

━━ a/n: i am overwhelmed by the amount of love on the first part of this! genuinely did not anticipate it at all, and i'm so thankful. so here's the second part! i hope it does justice to the first!

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falloutkeiji · 2 years

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4 times eddie calls you sweetheart + 1 time he actually means it

words: 1.7k

characters: eddie munson x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of drug use (weed), light drinking, cursing, use of the nickname “sweetheart,” implied panic attack, the tiniest bit of angst

notes: this is my first fic pls be gentle w/ me. this is a play on the fic trend from a while ago that was like 4 + 1 things. anyway. hope u enjoy my blorbo writing

pt. 2

✰ the first time ✰

the smell of weed, tobacco, and incense hit your nose as you crossed the threshold into eddie’s room.

he plopped himself on his bed with a grin and flipped his black lunchbox open with a flourish.

“so…” he starts, drawing out the vowels way longer than he needs to. “what can i do for ya on this fine day?” he says in a faux professional voice.

the smirk on his face is playful, and he waves his hands in front of the dingy lunchbox as if he’s showing it off.

you play along with his bit, standing up straighter and pretending to be in deep thought. “i’ll take your finest product, sir. the best herbs you have on the market,” you reply.

eddie throws his head back with a raucous laugh, his hair falling behind his shoulders with the motion. you watch as his eyes squint shut and his mouth falls open as he shakes with the laughter. you really didn’t think what you said was all that funny, but the thought fades away as you watch him laugh unabashedly.

as his laughter dies down into small snorts, he grabs a small baggie of prerolled joints.

you stare at the bag in his hand, not making any motion to grab it. “what’s this? this isn’t what i’ve gotten from you the last like, 4 times.”

eddie’s grin grows on one side, and he waves the bag back and forth in the space between you two. “oh, you know. just wanted to make things easier, since you can’t roll for shit, sweetheart.”

it’s obvious he’s just trying to irritate you, but the knowledge doesn’t stop the flush from rising up your neck. you snatch the bag from him, muttering “asshole” under your breath, but you’re secretly thankful he went through the work of rolling your weed for you.

✰ the second time ✰

“welcome to music and more!”

eddie’s bored voice echoes through the empty store. he’s bent over the counter at the front, hair falling in front of his face as he writes quickly in a notebook.

it’s evident that he only heard the bell ring at your entrance and hasn’t seen you come in, so you stroll quietly up to the counter.

standing directly in front of him now, you can see his eyelashes fan over his cheekbones as he doodles characters for his next campaign. the action is so endearing that you want to scream and cry, but you watch him silently for a minute before clearing your throat.

“ahem, sir. i would like to speak to the manager.”

eddie’s head shoots up, a look of annoyance quickly fading into relief when he sees that it’s you standing there. “oh, thank fucking god. you scared the shit out of me there for a second.”

“whatcha drawing, munson? something nerdy, i presume?”

he glares at you before snatching his notebook away. “anyway,” he shouts, fixing the store lanyard that hangs around his neck. “why are you here?” he says suspiciously.

you gasp at him, hand against your chest in offense. “so rude, eddie. so rude. how dare you speak to a paying customer like that? i should have you fired for this.”

he grins at you, leaning up against the counter before replying. “i think you’re actually here because you can’t resist my epic salesman charisma, sweetheart.”

the flush returns to your face at that stupid fucking pet name, and you reach over the counter to punch him in the arm.

the conversation is dropped when, in typical eddie fashion, he collapses in a fit of dramatics onto the floor.

✰ the third time ✰

the awakening truly happens the third time he calls you sweetheart.

you’re packed into a dingy bar, surrounded by your small group of tipsy friends and a larger group of older, drunker men.

you’re stuck at a sticky barstool, waiting for the person you came for to get their ass on the stage. but, as is to be expected, the man of the hour is late.

30 minutes past their listed starting time, eddie and his band strut onto the stage.

for the next 30 minutes, your jaw is on the (beer-covered) floor.

you’d seen eddie practice before, had seen him singing and playing in his room and had even seen him practice with the rest of corroded coffin, but this was different.

eddie was up on that stage, hair teased up and eyes lined in black. his energy was electric as he played his guitar and banged his head to the song that you were, frankly, not even listening to.

the entire set passed in a daze, and you barely snapped out of it when eddie came bounding up to you after the show.

he was all giddy with excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. his hair was all over the place, and his eyeliner was smudged due to sweat, but you thought he had never looked prettier.

his excited grin turned teasing when he saw your awestruck expression. “seems like you enjoyed the show, sweetheart.”

if your face burned up, it could be blamed on the alcohol.

✰ the fourth time ✰

you had been avoiding eddie.

it had just become too much.

it was the one too many “sweethearts” that he so casually threw at you, but it was also, like, everything about him.

it was the fact that he was such a nerd and so passionate about his interests that he didn’t care. it was the fact that despite his flair for the dramatics, he was so sweet all the time, especially to you. it was the fact of his beautiful, stupid fucking hair and his pretty, stupid fucking smile and his hot, stupid fucking rings.

it was a wonder that you hadn’t fallen for him already in the years that you two had been friends. but now, you were at a complete loss.

you couldn’t do this to him. you were one of eddie’s only loyal, unconditional friends. you couldn’t put yourself in a place where you were lying to him and expecting more from him than what he could give you.

despite your better judgment and the churning nausea in the pit of your stomach, you grabbed your house phone and dialed a number you’d known by heart for years.

“hi, thank you for calling the munson residence! you kill ‘em, we grill ‘em! this is eddie speaking, how may i be of assistance to you?”

the anxiety you felt couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat at eddie’s greeting. it was a running joke for eddie to answer the phone with a different, equally ridiculous greeting each time.

“hi eddie. it’s me,” you speak quietly.

“oh hello! i should’ve recognized your laugh anywhere. to what do i owe the pleasure today, sweetheart?”

there it was again. that stupid fucking nickname. the reason that you had to make this call in the first place. the reason that your heart was racing and you felt bile rising up your throat.

and it wasn’t just the nickname. his casual tone caught you off guard and made you want to hang up the phone and forget this ever happened. you had expected him to be mad at your week-long avoidance, but his tone made it seem like he didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care. how was he still fucking flirting?

after an awkwardly long pause, you remembered that he had asked a question and was definitely still expecting an answer. “um. can we- can i come over?”

✰ + the first time he means it ✰

being in his room makes things like exponentially worse.

you’re surrounded by eddie. his entire soul is bared across the small room, with his band and movie posters, with his band shirts strewn across the room, with his notebooks filled with drawings and lyrics, with his guitar, with him.

“so….” he starts, twirling his hair around his finger and holding it to his face. “what did ya wanna talk about?”

he’s visibly nervous, if the hair twirling and leg shaking is anything to go by. you feel bad for making him nervous, but your own nerves are making it impossible to say what you need to say.

after a good minute of silence, he opens his mouth again. “swee-“

“that,” you cut him off.

he drops his hair, moving his fingers to play with his rings. “what?” he asks, his eyebrows raising up into his bangs in confusion.

“that. that fucking word, eddie. stop calling me that.”

“sweetheart?”

“yes, eddie, fuck.”

he looks at you for a while before speaking. he seems hesitant, not knowing exactly how to react to your outburst. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i really am. that was never my intention. i was just messing with you.”

frustrated tears fill your eyes. “that’s the problem, eds. that’s the fucking problem. that you’re just “messing” with me. i don’t want you to just be messing with me. i really, really like you. i didn’t realize it until you started calling me sweetheart and it made me so flustered and i didn’t know why it made me so flustered but it’s because i fucking really like you and i’m sorry and i really didn’t want to ruin our friendship so if you don’t wanna speak to me again that’s fine i just can’t handle it anymore and i just had to tell you. i’m sorry.”

at this point, the tears are fully streaming down your face. your breathing is labored, both from the anxiety and the long-winded rambling. you shut your eyes so hard you see colors because you can’t stand to see eddie’s reaction.

you flinch when you feel a warm pressure wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “breathe for me. in and out, you got it,” he says quietly, gently resting his hand on your shoulder.

it’s after a few minutes of his coaxing that you finally relax. once he feels you stop hyperventilating, he leans back to look at you. “so… if i tell you that i’m not just messing with you, can i start calling you sweetheart again?” despite the casual air of his words, he is back to twirling his hair and avoiding your gaze.

you glare at him half-heartedly. “and what is that supposed to mean?”

“it means that i like you too, dumbass.” despite this brash confession, eddie’s face is flushed with color as he grabs your hand in his. he kisses your palm, and you pretend not to shiver when he whispers “sweetheart” into your skin.

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rosyjn · 10 months

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I see you are taking requests, how about rough sex with Jake, because he's jealous? If not that's fine

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TYSM FOR THE REQUEST. PLS SEND MORE.... aight here we go

DILF jake sully jealous rough seggs SMUTTT (BTW WIREMU IS A MADE UP ASS GUY I JUST MADE HIM UP CUS IM SICK OF PPL USING TSUTEY FOR THE JEALOUSY TROPE LET HIM RESSTTTT)

18+

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops in laughter, playfully punching Wiremu's shoulder. He laughs with you, leaning back joyfully. His ikran roars behind him.

"No way!" you exclaim in shock at the story he tells. His braids swing in his face as he turns around to nod at his banshee.

"He confirms it, look" he jokes and gestures at the ikran, who is nodding and roaring, looking over the Hallelujah Mountains. As Wiremu continues his story, you can't help but to think of Jake.

Jake's coldness, the way he scowls at you when you're disobedient. You bite your lip and gaze up at Wiremu, who is rambling on and on. You ponder about Jake. How angry he'll get if he sees the way you're looking at another man, his mad face, how his muscles flex when he yells, you just hope he'll catch you with here with this other man.

Your eyes relax and you look down at the ground, trying to suppress your naughty thoughts. Your throat com chimes and Wiremu's brows furrow. You hold up a dainty finger to your mouth and giggle while trying to shush him. He smiles and stops talking, his ears perking up.

"Aye, Y/N..." Jake's voice comes in, raspy and alert. Your face lights up and Wiremu's pupils contract in fear.

"Yes?" you hold onto the com, staring out into the floating mountains.

"Where are you?" his tone is interrogatory and strict. You hear wind whistling in the back, indicating that he's probably flying on his ikran right now, looking for you. Wiremu looks out into the sky.

"Ayram alusìng," you tell Jake, noticing your friend's panicked look. You take your hand off of your throat com for a second and tilt your head, mouthing a "What's wrong?" to Wiremu. He scratches his head nervously.

"I'm here, shout for me, okay?" Jake's sternness doesn't fade. You look out onto the horizon again, a confused expression spread on your features. The sky is clear, without any mist to obscure your view.

"I must go," your friend shakes his head and hastens towards his ikran. You grab his arm and stop him.

"No-" you begin. You want Jake to see him here with you. You want him to wonder why you were with a man that wasn't him. You want him to get jealous. "Just stay, help me call for Jake, greet him when he comes, and then you can leave," you urge Wiremu.

"Yes, alright," your friend cannot say no to you. He is hesitant to agree to your plan, but he listens. The two of you stay there, standing at the edge of the mountain. Your ikrans screech as you call and click your tongue for Jake, Wiremu joining you.

After about 30 seconds of clicking and shrieking, a dark blue, yellow spotted banshee named Bob flies into view. Jake holds onto Bob tightly and you can feel his intense eyes before you can even make out what he's wearing.

"Come," you grab Wiremu's hand and step backwards, making room for Jake to land on the mountain. You make sure to not let go of the hand until Jake notices. Your hair blows in the wind as Bob's wings flap into relaxation. Out of fear, you let go of your friend's hand. Instincts kick in. Jake doesn't greet Wiremu. He just stares at the two of you.

"I am sorry sir, I was taking her for a friendly-" Wiremu steps forward and lowers his head, quickly trying to clear up the situation.

"She's gonna come with me, thanks for watching her," Jake sighs with disappointment and holds his hand out to you. You scramble over to him and take his hand, and when he feels the warmth on it, he shakes it away, making you frown. Wiremu just nods, he hops onto his ikran and flies away, quickly. He doesn't look back. You watch him ride off into the sunset and turn to Jake, who's also watching.

You put your hands on his shoulder and chest and try to turn him towards you. His stance is strong, so it only results in you positioning yourself in front of him. He doesn't look in your eyes. He doesn't look at you at all. The fantasy that was in your mind just a minute ago has completely disappeared. Now, you are full of worry. Worrying that Jake no longer trusts you, worrying that you are acting out of sorts, worrying about your relationship.

"Y'know, that boy likes you," Jake finally looks down at you to talk. His eyes are sincere and strict.

"I'm sorry..." you push out an embarrassed whisper, staring at the ground in fear of looking in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be with him again," he enforces, his voice getting tougher and meaner.

"I won't," you timidly mumble. Your eyes stay focused on the ground beneath you, while your hands remain gripping Jake.

"But you were," his brows furrow and he tilts his head, an agitation joining his tone. You finally gain the courage to look up at him, pupils dilating in fear. "And you're gonna have to face the consequences," his eyes meet yours.

"M'kay..." you back away from him, waiting for instructions.

"On your knees, slut," he grabs your hair and pushes you down. You squeal in surprise and pain. "I don't need to tell you what to do" his hand never leaves your head as you untie his loincloth, his throbbing cock springing out at you.

You inhale before you take it. You start by lapping the tip, admiring the taste and the shape. You close your eyes and kiss it, teasing him. When he pushes at your head, you know it's time to move faster. You put your lips around the girth and push into it, whining when it hits the back of your throat. But Jake doesn't let you move. He holds your head there, his tip pressing into the back. Your eyes well up with tears and you whimper.

"Mmm," you purr as he pulls your head away, letting you breathe. Your mouth is filled with pre cum and saliva. You stick your tongue out to show him your mess.

"Good, good girl. Lay back now," he smirks. You sigh and lean back onto the ground, pressing your legs together as your pussy clenches around nothing. Jake climbs over you, his erection rubbing up on your body.

"Spread 'em," he orders. You nervously open your legs and he roughly pushes them, making you squeal as he positions himself in front of your entrance. He doesn't talk you through anything. He doesn't even make eye contact when he puts it in. He grabs his cock in his hand and strokes it a few times, before pushing his hips into yours. He thrusts his dick in gradually, inch by inch, making your back arch.

“Please,” you whine and start to pant. His cock stretches you out so well. It hurts at first, but then it feels so good. He grunts at the feeling and you grab his love handles and squeeze.

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” he starts to thrust before you can adjust completely and you yelp. You wrap your legs around him and squirm, unable to respond to his question. When he sees your struggle, he fucks you harder. Your eyes clench shut and your cunt pulsates as you moan with each thrust.

“Ma’Jake!” you squeak and your heat starts tightening around him.

“Why were you with that boy? You know he could never fuck you the way I can,” he groans every time his hips rut into yours, leaving slapping noises.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you dig your nails into his love handles, making him hiss and fuck you harder. You open your eyes and your pupils roll back in pleasure. You practically melt under him, your walls clenching his throbbing cock. His breath hitches and he slows down his thrusts. Now, instead of rhythmic, shallow movements, he fucks you suddenly and deeply. You cry out as his tip brushes against your cervix.

“That’ll teach you to stay away from other men,” he exhales and his tail swings your cunt squeezes his dick. You’re seeing stars and shaking under him. Your folds are swollen and puffy with arousal and your stomach takes overwhelming pleasure.

“Jake, I can’t,” you try to pull away as your eyes well up with tears. You weakly push on his hips to get him to pull out. “Can’t take it all, be gentle,” you beg.

“Nah, not until you learn your lesson,” he pants, grabbing you and holding you in place. You tremble and whimper with every movement he makes. He smacks your breast, and you jump, a tear rolling down your face.

“Gonna, gonna cum-“ your voice is small and desperate. You shake and cry under him, unable to control your pleasure. When he hears your words he grabs your hips and pulls them all the way towards him. His tip presses into your cervix and your clit rubs up on his pubic area. You could pass out. The pleasure that takes over you is so overwhelming.

His cum squirts into your womb and you sob out your orgasm, squirting onto Jake’s torso and pulsating around his dick. You try your best to catch your breath, but it feels like you’re suffocating. He groans and throws his head back, riding out his climax. You squeeze him hard with your legs as he pants and watches you, limply trembling on the ground.

“You okay?” he pulls out and sets himself down on the ground next to you, pulling you into his arms. You cant respond. You’re too busy recovering from the sex. He lets you come down from your high, paying close attention to your breath and heartbeat.

“I’m… good,” you close your eyes and try to relax, Jake rubs your back. You let out a “hmph” noise and melt into his embrace.

“Wont be hanging out with Wiremu again, huh?” he teases. You kick your feet and laugh, tucking your head into his chest.

“No, I won’t,” you assure him. He kisses your head and you playfully bite on his chest, trying to leave a mark for the clan to see.

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pandoraroid · 2 months

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listening to vincent's playlist and it is an,,, experience,,,

take this all with a grain of salt pls dont come @ me

to quote a comment from this video: the fact that we know what's coming makes this both terrifying and heartbreaking. couldnt have said it better than myself 😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i love him so much,,, he tries to distract the listener,,, he tries to comfort them so bad soshksjsks HE'S SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING

"do you wanna hold my hand?" HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR? SURE

he is an adrenaline junkie i need a man like him in my life he's just like me fr

"one last ride, right?" NO 👹 S T O P DONT BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

though how is he the only rider they never found??? what how did he get dislodged from his seat or something??? i must be dumb i dont get this all of a sudden 🧍‍♀️

love the intro 😚 the messages on the cassette tapes are so heartwarming and reassuring djgdjdhd

okay that "boo" actually scared the shit out of me is it safe to assume that this is the same amusement park he was in in the previous video?

if that's the case, does he just,,, chill in here at random??? god that is so,,,

"demons(?) are very much real" BRO ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?

"oh i know i'm close. you're welcome" WHEWWWWWW JESUS FUCK LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH

"little one" okay fuck i'm melting YOUR VOICE SIR got me kicking my feet and blushing fr

lovely has an attitude 😁😁 stay strong soldier

he calls them beautiful AND DARLING? even if it was a bit of a throwaway JESUS 🫠

"your safety is paramount" "be safe, little one. good night." why does this make him so much hotter jesus what is wrong with me HE EVEN LEADS THEM BACK TO THEIR CAR (bareminimumenjoyer?!?! me?!?!? look away)

"you're not looking for another paranormal hunk are you? that would break my heart :(" SIR

no seriously why is bro here

"foreplay takes two y'know" SIR

is he getting them to believe in the supernatural what what is his goal,,,

"should i strip down for easier access, doctor?" WRAP IT UP

his voice omfg immelting just imagining the scene,,, onlovely'sbedbeingclosewithhimohmyfuckinggod

he's so goofy for just tapping on his fangs like that lmao

DID HE JUST PIN THEM DOWN TO THE BED WH A T

SIR WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID HE SERIOUSLY NEARLY JUST???? WHA T

"no one has had this effect on me" NO SHIT????

"you're safe with me. i won't lose control." thank you for that but if the next video's title is any clue, that will not age well ( i mean you on the other hand don't get to age at all so 🤷‍♀️ IM KIDDING)

"i'm not going to mess this up." you won't babes (at least i think you wont) i'd give anything to give him a hug or something

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH THIS ISNT MY MAN

oh the warnings 😃 mentally preparing myself now

lovely what the fuck are we doing here

"beautiful little bloodbag" oh hey a pale sleazy talking punchbag

"oh relax i'm just touching you" and if i may touch my fist to your face in a fast and strong way, you're gonna relax then bitch

WAIT DID HE TRANCE US???

i am well aware a human is no match for a vampire but that will not stop my audacity to try which dare i say levels up to his for touching me and talking shit about vincent

"all i had to do was wait for your human brain to make a decision this stupid." it seems that your expired vampiric brain has also made the stupid decision to breathe in my direction

to be fair on vincent, we have met each other exactly two times and neither of us (especially him) could have known how our previous meeting would end. i don't need to be near you for five minutes to know you're a little bitch

DID YOUR CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE DIE WITH YOU THE FIRST TIME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

MY MAN IS HEREEEEE he's not gonna be mad lovely came here is he

HE PUNCHED HIM HAHAHAHA he did it for me fr

HIS VOICE GOD am so weak for him

MAKING OUT WITH US ALREADY??? GOOD GOD

lovely checking on him too ☹️☹️☹️ my goober fr

"i dont think you're gonna like what you found" oh dang you're like me for real

MY MAN

the way he says "little one" will never not get to me omg AND THEN HE SAID BABY IN THAT VOICE??? GOD

vamp eyes go black when theyre hungry(?) got it noted

so lovely got tranced and vincent is needs to feed on them right after???? did i get that right??? GOOD GOD GIVE EM A BREAK???

"i cant drink from your neck... no not yet not like this..." PROPS TO HIM FOR HAVING PROPRIETY LOVE MY MAN FR

"this will mark you as mine" GIVE IT HERE but at the same time ALREADY????

oh good lord he's feeding from our wrists now okay

hang in there lovely patpat u're gonna be okay (i hope they will be VINCENT)

aw those little kisses though

noooooo vincent 😭???

neways,,,

jfc these two put me on a ride (haha get it)

vincent is slowly becoming my new crush 🤭 but jfc lovely better get good u got this babes

will stop here for now bc i need a break 🧍‍♀️ when will i continue who knows

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #exposing myself in this one fr #dont judge me looks away

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 2 months

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TBB s3 ep13 THOUGHTS!!

Starting off with a sunny shot of Tantiss seems like a good omen

I probably just jinxed it huh?

Omega🥺🥺🥺

Poor baby

But they get toys

EVA TELLING OMEGA ABOUT THE DOLL

ECHOOOOOOOO

“You really think we can trust that hydrosnake?”

“I can hear you.”

Bitch is bitching about the Captains uniform like he hasn’t been wearing prison pj’s for two episodes

Oh? Omega snuck a weapon?

Smart girl

Omega is there for what? One day? Two? And she already has a plan to get them all out

The boys will finally find tantiss only for her to stand on a pile of rubble with a blaster and the other kids around her like “oh you finally made it?”

Echo stripping their armour from all colour pls this is making me so sad🥲

Like I know it’s just for infiltration but idk, their armour losing it’s individuality is feeling like a BAD omen to me

“That’s ’do your thing, sir.’”

“I don’t think so.”

Bro really just wants to get punched in the face, huh?

“Where is your captain?”

“Uh… … … captaining?”

👏👏👏👏👏

showstopping

truly

I’ve been laughing at this for 2 minutes straight

The comedic timing was *chef’s kiss*

see I knew Wrecker was gonna beat the shit out of him

Honestly Rampart is the most whiny little bitch I’ve ever seen

Like JESUS CHRIST just shut your mouth

Like he’s complaining about EVERYTHING like he has a say?

Hate to break it to you buddy, but YOU DONT

YOURE JUST PISSING PEOPLE OFF

That sequence of Echo sneaking aboard was 10/10

Fucking droid vacuum? LOVE IT

“Bout time.”

While wearing the guys hat HAHAHAHAHAH

WOW

JUST IN TIME

I was SO SURE that it would go wrong again

Honestly since Cross missed the shot I’ve been scared

I mean, I knew Omega was gonna make it out, but I wasn’t so sure about the rest of the batch

Honestly for a second there I was like “Jup, this is it. The moment we lose Echo.”

BUT THANK FUCK HE MADE IT

Yo besties, this one was a rollercoaster

I mean I had a good time but I went through a lot of emotions there phew 😮‍💨

So does this mean that Cross can kill Rampart now? Because they don’t need him anymore, right?

Also, I love that Echo is back, but again, I AM SO SAD REX ISN’T WITH HIM! Because if Rex isn’t in this episode, then he probably won’t be in the next two either. Like I was really hoping we were past the “let Rex show up in ONE (1) arc per season, somewhere mid-season” thing. Like I was hoping we were gonna actually tie him into the story so that the torch for “clone centric animation show” could be passed to him and now I’m less optimistic.

I mean, anything can happen still but… we have two episodes left and somehow we still don’t quite know what the deal is with Omega’s blood and M-count, she still needs to escape, we still don’t know who clone X is, and we somehow need to find a conclusion for the batch AND the clone rebellion that explains their absence in future storylines without being rushed and… that’s,,,, A LOT?

In conclusion, I am very confused and scared and I’d like to go home now pls (by which I mean the batch should get to go back to Pabu with ALL THE OTHER CLONES IN TBE GALAXY and have a nice little life🥺)

anyways see you next week! hahahaha🥲

#BOY was this one a rollercoaster #I don’t think I’m ready for the finale #tbb s3 #tbb hunter #tbb Echo #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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a star is born. ★̲ ˖࣪ ◌

pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : elvis' career is slowly going downhill with his movies being a box failure and his songs no longer having the passion they used to have. the comeback special is an idea to get his career up again and become the one he used to be but what he didn't expected was to achieve that and to also find a muse in the way up.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of power status as a form of manipulation, slight harassment, advantage of reader's wants), kind of fluffy??

author's note : so, if y'all don't know yet, i loveeeee judy garland and i love her role in a star is born, i watched it with my mom last night and she said el would've done a pretty good norman maine and just like that, boom! this fic is born (*wink*), perhaps i'll do a series based on how well it goes! anyways, i hope y'all enjoy <3

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

“ elvis, you ready? ”

elvis suddenly woke up from his daydreaming state.

giving a slight nod, clearing his throat, he started walking to the main stage in his leather suit.

this special is elvis' first (and only) attempt to bring his career back to his peak, missing the cheering of his name and the beautiful faces that looked at him in awe.

what he didn't expected was to succeed in bringing his career back and in meeting you.

but let's go slow, shall we?

elvis was choosing the team to work in the special and you were a dancer looking for some opportunity to show yourself. how passionate you were about dancing.

he chose you based on a tape he watched next to jerry.

“ her? ”

“ yeah! can't you see how passionate she is about this? ” he pointed at the screen, your hypnotizing silhouette still dancing. “ she is passionate with dancing as i am with singing. ”

that was enough for jerry to hire you.

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you presented yourself to the rehearsals although you couldn't meet elvis. your dance was, sadly, in the background.

it kind of made you mad, you thought you were going to be one of the main dancers (jerry told you so) but the colonel, after finding out elvis' real plans for the special, gave you an order.

“ you will be a background dancer. ” he pointed at you before going and complaining to other dancer.

“ but sir, elvis himself chose me-. ”

“ i don't care what he chose! this was my idea! ” he screamed without looking at you though it still intimidated you so you just looked down while muttering a ' yes, sir. '

you went back to your small apartment, alll sad and miserable, throwing you keys to some chair while you threw yourself in the couch.

what did you expected anyways? to, suddenly, be the main dancer in a elvis presley special? as in a the elvis presley special?

you chuckled to yourself, throwing you arm to cover your eyes so you didn't cry.

it sometimes sucks how passionate you can be abouts something that is hard to achieve.

meanwhile, elvis was furious, he was seething.

“ colonel, you don't get it. that girl is passionate, i didn't just chose her because of her pretty face! ”

he was on a phone call with his manager, hiding from priscilla as he didn't wanted her to see him like this. all worked up.

“ she could be a distraction, the focus wouldn't be on you-. ” the colonel tried to explain his reason.

“ I DONT GIVE A FUCK! ” he punched the wall with a closed fist, the side of his hand a bit red from the impact. “ she is the main dancer. ”

“...i'm sorry, my boy. ” were the colonel's final words before he hung up.

elvis stared at the phone with fire in his eyes, thinking of so many ways to kill the colonel for intruding in his way to make his special.

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what you sure didn't expected the next day was elvis presley himself in your studio's show.

the studio you were in was throwing some show to introduce new dancers, you were already an 'oldie' there (as some of your few friends would call you) so you gave the inicial performance and the end of the show.

for the inicial performance, you danced beautifully, the music sounding in your head, your eyes closed to focus on the gorgeous sound of different instruments you could guess were in the song and ending it with a kiss blown to the audience.

you loved applauses, not only because of your dancer's ego but because it showed that people outside there could understand the love you had for that art and it made you happier than ever.

but as you were getting ready to finish the show, while walking to the main stage, you saw elvis presley stumbling through the hallway, clearly high.

“ what the... ” you whispered, running to him ignoring the pain in your feet because of the heels you were wearing.

“ mr. presley! ”you held his arm, looking at him, quite alarmed at his state. he looked disveled, hair messy and shirt unbuttoned. “ what happened?! ”

elvis just giggled, standing straight before holding your hands in his. “ nothing happened, i just wanted to congratulate you! for your beautiful performance! ” when he said 'beautiful' he extended his arm, almost hitting you in the face making you squeak and crouch down for a few seconds to avoid the hit.

“ t-thank you very much, mr. presley, but you should go. ”

“ no! what am i supposed to do when i go? ” he pouted, almost falling on top of you.

“ mr. presley! ” you sighed, walking to the nearest wall to support your weight. “ okay, fine... can you wait for me here? ”

elvis looked at you as if you were his savior. “ will you leave? ” the tone of a distressed child could be hears in his voice.

you softly smiled, emphatic at his behavior. “ no, i won't. ”

“ okay... ” he whispered, sitting on the floor quite hardly.

you were about to help him but you heard your dance number about to be presented so you just left it to god and walked to the stage.

he saw your performance by the small tv that was hanging in the hallway, in front of where he was sitting. his eyes shined with admiration and inspiration. suddenly, his mind drowned everyone else, the only thing he could see was you. with that ray of light that shined on you. you were made to be the center of attention, he realized. he looked to the audience, suddenly aware that they were there too, a little smile shown in his face as he saw the audience so entranced in your movement; it was like he saw someone else watching the audience while he was performing.

the applause was well deserved, making him snap out of his thoughts, taking a step back before they could light all lights.

you walked quickly out of stage, your mind was plagued with various ideas of elvis doing something while in that state; not that you knew him or something, you just didn't want a scene.

elvis was still applauding, smiling when he saw your figure get closer to his.

“ that was wonderful! ” he laughed, a loud laugh, making you run and grab his arm to lead him out before anyone could see.

“ thank you, mr. presley. ” you tried to hide how flustered someone like him complimenting your dance could make you feel even when he was in cloud nine. “ now, i need to take you home-. ”

“ y/n, that was wonderful! ” your head turned as quickly as it could to the sound of the voice that called you, breathing a sigh when you saw your best friend. “ oh? i didn't knew elvis presley was going to be here. ” he said with a surprised voice. he already knew about your job so he probably though you invited elvis or something.

“ yeah, me neither. ”

he looked at you with a funny look before continuing. “ hey, you still up for the party? ” he asked pointing behind him where laughs could be heard.

” oh, yeah! ” you groaned, shaking your head before pushing elvis to your best friend's embrace who caught him with a surprised face, elvis just groaning.

you took off your lipstick, putting it on. “ i'm not even ready. ” you mumbled, yelping when you realized what you did. “ oh, I'm sorry, mr. presley! sorry, sorry! ” you took his figure in your arms again, your lipstick in one hand which elvis took.

“ y/n, you just saved me. ”

you frowned, looking at him, confused at his sudden confession. ” excuse me? ”

“ yes, you saved me. ” he turned to the wall next to the both of you, painting a heart with your lipstick.

“ w-wait, that's a brand new-. ” your best friend shushed you making you keep quiet, watching him then write your inicials with his in the heart.

“ there, y/n l/n saved elvis presley. ” he gave you your lipstick back, you looking at him with a shy smile.

as you were about to say something else, a male voice interrupted the moment.

“ ep! ” they screamed, your friend and you turning. ” there you are, what are you doing-?! ”

oh, it was jerry!

“ y/n? hey! ” he said, clearly relieved you found elvis than someone else. ” thank you for finding him. ”

you giggled, shaking your head, about to tell him he found you. but your friend grabbed your hand.

“ come on, we're late for the party! ” he almost dragged you, saying your goodbyes to elvis and jerry.

“ he saved me, y'know? ” elvis giggled after saying that.

“ okay, time to go. ” jerry sighed.

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the next time you talked to elvis presley was backstage, he approached you while you were rehearsing.

“ excuse me? ” he asked, knocking on the opened door.

you smiled as you turned and saw who it was, growing fond of your boss over the days.

” come in. ” you sighed, walking to him until standing in front of him.

“ i-uh, just wanted to thank you... and apologize for that time. ”

you knew what he was referring to, he had already apologized a million times.

“ mr. presley... ” you shook your head, looking down.

“ elvis. ” you looked at him, surprised, flinging a little smile in his face. ” please. ”

you smiled. “ elvis. ” his smile grew wider. “ it's really no problem. it's okay. ” you reassured him, again. you didn't mind, you could see he really felt guilty, embarrassed even; the way he would've avoid his gaze made you smile inside, he was so cute sometimes.

“ well, still, i wanted to repay you. ”

you immediately shook your head again. “ i don't want no money-. ”

“ it's nothing like that, i promise you. it's more of an... offer. ”

you were interested, nodding once to show him you were listening.

“ i want to make you a dancer. ” he raised his hands as your brows furrowed. “ no, not like that either. ” he chuckled before explaining himself. “ i want to put you in my special as the main dancer, the one that is with me at all times- even at movies! y/n, you could be famous! ”

you were shocked at how he believed in your dancing enough to propose you something like that. someone like elvis presley...

“ i-... i don't know what to say... ”

“ say yes. ” he held your hands, pleading you to say yes with his eyes. “ please. you deserve it, i mean it. ”

he paused.

“ there are people out there who practice music or other arts and they are not passionate- like us! ” he pointed at you, taking a step back. “ i can't bare to live with myself knowing that someone as talented as you lives without the knowledge of the public. ”

you considered it. yes, this was a big opportunity but even you knew this was impossible. even if someone more famous than elvis presley (that didn't exist) recommended you, you lived in the reality of women being underestimated.

“ elvis, i truly don't know if i will succeed-. ”

“ let us try, at least. ”

you could see how his eyes were filled with hope so, with the thought of trying, said yes.

he smiled, happily and excited of getting you in his plan, hugging you.

“ everyone will see what i see in you. i promise you that. ”

you smiled, thanking the heavens for elvis presley and his kind heart.

#yandere austin!elvis #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis 2022

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Okay wow! Now you just made me sad about the “Compliment Assault” Vasco fic. I NEED THEM TOGETHERR AHHH. The fic is so good, It hurt me when they didn’t confessed🥺🫶. Can u pls make another one where Vasco ended up confessing to the reader with the help and around burn knuckles?. Heehhe thank you so much! Your fics are so good😘

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Hello my favourite carb! Thank you for your lovely words :D Yeah I thought I ended it on a little bit of a sad note. I dunno how to end things lol. Your ask intrigued me with how Vasco and the reader would leave things, so here's my brainfart. And it's looooong and ramble-y (I even used the keep reading feature!!) and tbh not the best but! Enjoy!

Vasco x Reader: With the help of Jace's ears

"What's wrong Vasco?"

Euntae was sitting in the empty classroom, looking worried and deep in thought.

Jace sincerely hoped it wasn't more trouble with the 4 Crews. They've only just managed to recover from their injuries and rest. He knew that himself and the rest of Burn Knuckles still have a way to go before they could even be considered a threat. He was desperate to get stronger and actually be a help and not a hindrance.

Besides, sometimes it's easy to forget they're still in school and should really be more worried about their grades and attendance.

Still, if this is what Vasco needs then Jace has no doubt that he will have the full backing of Burn Knuckles.

"I had a really strange conversation with Y/N the other day," Vasco turned to Jace with one lone tear falling from his face.

Jace felt a surge of relief but what's this now, "Oh?" his ears start to wriggle.

"She called me sweet, felt my muscles, and then was sad about me getting a girlfriend..."

"!" The ears grew a little larger...

"I'm not even interested in dating, especially if that means spending less time with Y/N." And a little larger still. "I made a promise I would always look after her."

"VASCO!!" Jace grips his shoulders and shakes him. Huh? Has Jace's ears always been this big? "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!"

"Fuck you, morons! Put me down!"

You are kicking and punching any which way but to no avail. The Burn Knuckles crashed into your class, "They're over there!!", lifted you - chair and all - out of the room.

You are now being carried in one of their weird formations, but you weren't going to go down without a fight. No wonder the Principal wanted to expel them! They were usually pretty chivalrous with you but this crossed the line.

"I'm sorry, but these are orders from Lord Vasco and Sir Jace!" one of the oddballs pipe up. You immediately stop your flailing. Vasco and Jace? You haven't seen Vasco since your almost-confession the other day, but for Vasco and Jace to summon you, even with this... method, it must be important.

"Hmph. Fine."

The crew discards you in a heap outside their classroom. You dust yourself off and yell insults and threats to their retreating backs. One of them even has the gall to turn back and wave. Urgh.

"VASCO!" you open the door and stride in, "Do you know what those blockheads-"

You pause, taking in your surroundings. The Architecture classroom was transformed, with petals covering the floor and candles lining the room. Was that... music? Vasco stands in the middle of it all, looking like he was on the verge of fainting.

Your heart flutters. Is this what you think it is?

"What's going on?"

If anything, from the second you opened your mouth, Vasco looked even more nervous. "I... I- erm. Y/N. You... Me... and I..." you could see him visibly gulp. Is that a sheen of sweat?

You move closer, hoping to comfort him. You give him a small smile and a tender look, "Euntae, it's ok. What did you want to say?"

"We. I mean... You. I think... Myself... No. Wait," Vasco squeezes his eyes shut, "JACE!"

Jace pops out from behind him. What the fuck he was there the whole time? You take a step back from them both. Maybe you actually had the wrong idea.

"Wait, Y/N! What Vasco meant to say was that he was thinking about what you were saying the other day when he walked you home..." Jace turns to Vasco, who nods his head immediately, his eyes still glued to the floor. You don't think you've ever seen Vasco so anxious or embarassed. Or Jace's ears so big.

"...And he likes you."

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Is this true?" you direct at Vasco.

He completely freezes on the spot under your scrutiny.

"Ahem, what Vasco meant to say is yes. It's true." Another swift nod.

"..." Vasco mumbles something indecipherable under his breath.

"He thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen,"

"..."

"Oh right yeah, inside and out."

"..."

"And he wants to date you. Be your boyfriend,"

"..."

"Wants to take you out, hold your hand,"

"..."

"He thinks about you all the time,"

"..."

"And-"

"Jace!" You cut him off. You get it. You do. And you're truly grateful for his help, but you would really rather the rest of this conversation happen in private. The words coming from Jace ruin the effect somewhat. "Thank you, but would you mind if I speak to Vasco alone?"

"Oops, heh. Of course..." Jace claps Vasco on the back and leaves with a self-satisfied smile, his ears trailing behind him.

"Euntae," you stand in front of him. Your hands reach out to his. He finally looks at you shyly, a nervous smile on his lips. Like he wasn't sure what you were going to say, like you haven't been obvious.

"You've been so good to me. You have such a good heart. And," Vasco lets out a squeak as you squeeze his pecs, "Your body is just..." You make a sound of appreciation. "I would love for you to be my boyfriend."

Vasco would have thought he mishead you, or you were just messing around again, but he catches the way you look at him. You are absolutely smittened.

The final barrier breaks, he takes you in his arms and holds you tightly. He couldn't believe it's happening. After all this pining, he was the one (with the help of Jace and Burn Knuckles) who had the confidence to actually confess first. His only regret was not doing it sooner.

You reach up to seal your new relationship with a kiss-

Vasco flinches sharply. "AHH NO Y/N! You can only do that when we're married!!"

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #euntae lee #vasco #vasco x reader #jace park #lookism fic #lookism fanfics #wannaeatramyeon

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lookismaddict · 1 year

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Lookism Chapter 436 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

WOOOOOOOOOO TIME TO SEE WHAT THIS WEEK’S CHAPTER HOLDS!!! AWWWWW MANNN, HERE WE GO!!!!

Ughhh… God… I’m starting to have a soft spot for Hudson… Ever since… yk… 😳

I stg my loyalty for Gun is really being tested. But dear God, pls let me live throughout this chapter… 😮‍💨

Ok man, time to beat his ass.

Man’s really trying to pull out his insecurities as if that’s gonna bother him. 🤡

GOOOOOODDAAAAAAAMMMNNNN. HE HIT ‘EM WITH THE PUNCH TO THE FACE??? WHEEWWWW, AIN’T THAT ATTRACTIVE? 🥴

How tf is that gonna stop him from beating your ass bruh? That means, you’re also gonna get wiped out by the bees too since you decided to meet him at the Apiary. Mf really depending on Barry Benson to scare Hudson away like, “Ya like jazz?” 🐝

LITERALLYYYYYYY MY EXACT THOUGHT WHEN HE WAS THREATENING HIM W THE BEES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

OH NO, BARRYYYYY GET OUTTA THE WAYYYYY!!! 😩😩😩

OMFG IF YOU DON'T GET OFF OF HUDSON, YOU GORILLA ASS PIECE OF SHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTT!!! 🤬

He looking at you Kwak Jibeom. ʕ ಠᴥಠʔ

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

OOOOMF- DAMN, THAT BACK. Oh god, my feral mind. Geeeeeez.... I need to stop thinking- 😭😭😭😭 Ok bro, but imagine... You are doing Taesoo Ma, and you're clinging onto him while running your hands all over his muscular back. LIKE- HELLO SIR? YOU ARE SO HOT???

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS, HIT THAT BIH WITH A COMEBACK!!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

UGGGGHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!! WOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO COOL, AND BADASS BRO!!! I'M- 😭😭😭

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

That James Lee ended... oops. Also, is Gongseob Ji pissing on a guy's face? 😳 Well damn. Must not be that guy's lucky day. 💀💀💀

Well, that's cool and all that your Master passed on the Hand Blade technique to you and all, pero like... Hudson is still going to beat your ass. Don't underestimate him. 🧍🏽‍♀️

YEEEEEEESSSSSSS GO HUDSON!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

OH, SO THATS HOW HE GOT HIS COAT. DAAAAAANG.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS SHOT IS SO FUCKING COOOOOOL!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 LIKE LOOK AT THE BEES SURROUNDING THEM AND THE GROUND BREAK.

THAT'S RIIIIIIIGHT!!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

OMG JAMES IS BACK WITH THE PHONE CALLS!!! (He's turning into Crystal. HELP-)

GUN IS DAT YOU?? WHERE YOUR FINE ASS BEEN????? 👀AND DAAAAAAMN DANIEL LMAOOOO. TIME TO FUCKING GET THIS GUYYYY. ALSO HUDSON CARRIED THIS CHAPTER NGL BUT I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. (sorry for lack of commentary and memes on this one. I blame Chai. Also, I posted this pretty late ik. Been busy. I hope you can forgive me. 😭🙏🏽)

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookismaddict #lookism spoilers #lookism spoiler #lookism 436 #lookism memes #lookism meme #hudson ahn #taesoo ma #kwak jibeom #daniel park #park hyungseok

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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I've come across some more Gotham Knights!Dick dialogue to add to our collective brain rot. Upon taking down a thug he said "Aww? Is that all?" in the most condescending voice like yes that is all sir, no thoughts head empty just let me suck your cock. But! Also! I love some fluff so when he says "You're safe. I've got you" (or something like that) to a civilian in the super soft voice??? Yes. I want both sides of this man's personality please

ahahah i love you. 'yes that is all sir' fucking sent me. but also.

that smart, snarky dialogue is killing me. Dick is so good at being condescending. he grins and mocks and pisses people/thugs off because even though he knows people fight harder when they're mad, he still knows he's better. the self confidence is very well earned and that's even more annoying. you could throw your all at this man and he'll pull a clever 180 fucking flip and say something that'll have you seeing red.

you could absolutely try your best against him but what difference does it make?

Sweat slides down your temples and under the collar of your suit, hands shaking almost all the way up to your elbow. You don’t think you could throw a solid punch if you tried, and part of you sniggers at the thought because even when you could throw a punch without trembling, it didn’t make any difference.

Nightwing bounces one of his escrima sticks off of two walls before it hits his target in the side of the head. The man drops to the ground with all the grace of a trash bag full of rocks and you fight to get your legs to function the way you want them to.

The stick ricochets back to its owner and Nightwing catches it in one hand without looking.

You struggle to your feet and sway under the weight of a probable concussion. Across from you Nightwing’s mouth kicks up in a grin and you find yourself furious, itching for a fight if only to get a chance to wipe the smirk from his face.

Stepping forwards on one foot you blink, and without a sound Nightwing kicks his foot into your knee and you go down swearing.

He stands over you, the light behind him casting you in his shadow. Tucking his escrima sticks back over his shoulders Nightwing crouches down to look you in the eye.

“Aww, is that all?”

but also the softness, the empathy. he's incredibly passionate and he cares. the people he speaks to will have witnessed or been involved in things that are horrifying, potentially life changing and for him to take the time to check, to reassure?

im weak and have never wanted to give someone head so bad. sir pls let me suck you off.

You blink and there’s a splatter of blood up the length of your arm. It’s warm and wet and disgusting and you want to tear out of your own skin. Your brain digs itself into the worn groove of panic and your throat closes up, something heavy clamping down around your neck.

Pain jumbles up between the rapid fire signals in your head and when you glance down at your arm you’ve rubbed the skin raw. Your sleeve is damp with someone else's blood and your stomach rolls. You want to be sick. You’re going to cry.

You can’t stop rubbing at your arm.

The movement is repetitive, maybe mindless. You don’t stop until someone touches your hand, softly, gently and you flinch back like you’ve been wounded.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Someone says, and when you look up, catalogue the mask on his face and the blue symbol on his chest you tremble. “You’re safe.”

Nightwing crouches down in front of you, keeps himself in your direct line of sight. There are bodies behind him but he doesn’t let you look, just shifts his weight to block your view.

“Look at me. Just look at me, okay?”

You nod, still shaking, still rubbing at your arm convinced the blood is soaking into your skin. But you don’t look away, you keep your focus on Nightwing, on the sharp line of his jaw, the plushness of his mouth. He reaches out again, slower, and takes your hand, stops you dragging your sleeve over your arm.

“You’re safe.” He says again, and smooths his thumb over your trembling knuckles. “I’ve got you.”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #asks #answered #anonymous

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quodekash · 1 year

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ITS ABAAB EP 7 TIME and i am sorry

warning: lots of happiness, too much happiness. take a shot of water every time i say any variation of ‘HAPPY’. stay hydrated, folks.

wait what happened to cher? did i miss something?

i dont remember how the last episode ended so its very possible that i missed something

awh 🥺

thE BED IS STILL ON AN ANGLE WHY IS THE BED ON AN ANGLE SOMEONE FIX THIS IM BEGGING YOU, ITS GOTTA BE A SAFETY HAZARD

pls they look so comfy

it looks like theyve been married for a thousand lifetimes

so comfyyyyy

rIGHT, THEIR GROUP HAD A FIGHT, THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED TO CHER, I REMEMBER NOW

YEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEAH BEACH EPISODE = PURE HAPPINESS AND DOPAMINE

THREEZO AT THE BEACH

WE’RE GONNA GET THREEZO AT THE BEACH

IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO CRY IN ANTICIPATION OF BEACH

i know i already said it like four times BUT THIS LOOKS SO FREAKING COMFY WHAT THE HELL

THREEZO THREEZO THREEZO

HELLO MY LOVELIES HOW ARE YOU TODAY

theyre literally in the middle of the frame omg

little babby

i love him

he’s tall but he’s smol

his HAIR

LOOK AT IT

THE HAIR IS SO FLUFFY

i think my favourite things about this series are jack’s hair and threezo

and theyre both tied for first place

three’s apology to jack is so freaking sweet omg

i love him too much

he struggles with words and communicating but he wants everyone to be happy and he doesnt want conflict and he feels responsible for everything and he is perfection and also he’s either adhd or asd or both, i dont make the rules

HAPPY

omg his awkward laugh is so cute why was that so cute

his sweet little ‘hah hah’

HIS FACE MAKES ME HAPPY

HAPPYYYYY

(damn i did gun/force dirty on that screenshot)

his freaking face

its making me happy

this is a happiness overload

im not used to this much joy in my system

what do i do with it

HAPPYYYYYYYYY

dads.

everyone can see you btw. just letting you know. you’re just standing there, holding hands

i mean that’s great, good job, not being scared is funky (but its also funky to be scared), it’s just that. you know. if your friends ask questions later and you dont want them to suspect anything then like. it’s your fault.

altho maybe they dont care if their friends find out, idk at this point

ignore me

HAPPY

everyone ganging up to push gun in the water. that’s what friendship truly is

HAPPY

they teleported

three was next to zo, jack was between cher and zo. they switched.

hOW?

HAPPYYYYY

THE HAIR

LOOK AT THE HAIR

they always figure out a way to squeeze it in

OMG

SOBBING

IM SOBBING

THATS SO CUTE

HELP

DAMN RIGHT

his hair is a mess lmao

bRO

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

ZOGUN FRIENDSHIP BONDING SCENE OMG HAPPINESS

he’s known from the very freaking beginning

before cher even knew

the gaydar is strong bro

HIS FREAKING FACE

HAPPY

HE HAPPY

PFFFFFFT

i love their friendship so much omg

(that screenshot looks like hes about to punch him lmao)

“zo, what is love?” i can feel it, im about to punch a wall or smth bc something threezo is coming

“what is love for you?” “three.” yUP I KNEW IT OMG IM GONNA FREAKING CRY

HAIR

FLUFFY FLUFFY FLUFFY ITS SO FLUFFY

i think i love this man (and his hair) a little too much but its fine

GJK3BERKJGBVRKEBGR

GUN WHAT THE HELL

AGAIN, THEY LOOK SO FREAKING COMFY

well shoot. thoop is mad at cher for being involved with gun.

good news is: i dont think its homophobia

it’s just that he doesnt want cher to move on from tian (thoop himself cant move on from tian) and he doesnt want cher to find a relationship because that means, in thoop’s eyes, he’s letting tian go, and thoop cant really deal with that because he’s ✨mentally ill✨

get some sleep my man

I LOVE HOW MUCH HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS

HES SO FREAKING CARING

HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIS FRIENDS

HED PROBABLY NEVER ADMIT IT BUT HE’S A REAL FREAKING SOFTY ON THE INSIDE

1. ive never seen more serious finger guns

2. you’re not bi, sir, why are you doing finger guns

3. finger GUNs

that is all

FINAL THOUGHTS:

if they dont give us a threezo kiss by the end of this show i will scream.

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