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In my Eras era. 💅

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Taylor Swift via Spotify

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The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. - Catelyn Stark (Michelle Fairley) Game of Thrones - Histories & Lore: The Dance of Dragons

ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS…MAMA RHAENYRA IS GOING TO BURN SOME SHIT DOWN AND I WILL STAND BEHIND MY QUEEN.

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I am Queen Rhaenyra now.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.02 The Rogue Prince | 1.10 The Black Queen

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.10 | The Black Queen

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Ryan Reynolds milking Hugh Jackman for all he’s worth will never not be funny.

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TAYLOR SWIFT | MIDNIGHTS

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The Dragons from Season 1 of House of the Dragon

bonus + Sunfyre

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no because if ANYONE finds out about this or my Wattpad, I will be spontaneously combusting.

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I bet you’re tight as fuck

i mean yea i’m pretty cool

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Billy Russo in Marvel’s The Punisher, Season 1

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head empty

only thots of sitting on Pedro's (or one of the boys') lap while doing work

While I wait to hear back from the couple of people I attacked, let's see how my faves would feel. Enjoy bby ;)

Din would probably not know what to do with himself. He was minding his own business, flying his ship and making sure everything is as it should be. He vaguely hears you say something about needing to fix one of the screens so he says he'll give you some room. But before he could get up, you're sliding into his lap with a few tools and telling him that you didn't need any room. He's shocked at first, incredibly flustered because maker, your ass is perched right above his slowly hardening dick. And he doesn't know what to do. You're obviously focusing on the task at hand and he doesn't want to interrupt you so he just sits. He sits and tries to think of anything but how perfect you feel rubbing against him. But then your elbow touches something by accident and the ship has turbulence and he does the only thing he can think of to make sure that you're safe. He wraps his arms around you and brings you flush against him. You quickly fix the buttons and begin to giggle because of how horrible things might have went. And then you notice where his hands are grasping you and the hardness poking at your ass and-

"Hey Mando, I'm pretty good with my hands...need any help with that?"

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Marcus is frustrated, and borderline pissed off because this shouldn't have been a difficult file. But he couldn't blame the new guy, it took a while for everyone to figure out what to do. So he just sighs and throws his head back to try and collect his bearings. Then he hears you approach and he's about to ask you to get him some Tylenol when you push his own files away and put up your laptop in their place. Marcus is confused at first because there are so many other seats in the living room. But then you're asking him for help on something and he can't deny you anything so the two of you discuss your presentation. It's easy at first, because he genuinely wants to help you, but then you start rocking back and forth against him and he's starting to get affected by your little movements. So he tries to ignore you, focus on the titles and the artworks and the...fuck. He can't focus, not when you were only wearing those fucking booty shorts and rubbing your ass against him. When his frustration reaches its peak, Marcus grabs your hips to still you and he waits until you look at him before he asks you what the hell you think you're doing. He's never once used that kind of language with you but the way he's staring into your eyes makes you realize you may have just unlocked a door you weren't ready for.

"I- I just wanted to help. You seemed irritated by something and-

"You think teasing me and getting me hard is a joke?"

And you shake your head violently and tell him that it was all done with good intentions and he-

"I think we should take this to the bedroom sweetheart."

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Javier does not do this. He doesn't go over to his coworker's place to review paperwork. Well, only Steve's. But no one else. He doesn't get jealous when they start to talk his partner whom he knows is already in a relationship. He doesn't feel his blood boil when said coworker continues to taunt him with those short fucking skirts and white shirts that almost always showed the color of her bra. He doesn't. So when he's just about had it with your little antics, he lights a smoke and tries to ignore you as much as possible. But then you're asking him about some guy and he's purposely not looping you in. So color him surprised when you suddenly stand up and bring the file along with you, pushing him on his back just before you take a seat on his lap. Javier almost chokes on the whiskey but he says nothing and lays back, all the while he watches you tell him what you think the connection between those two individuals is. He watches and makes a mental note of how fucking good you look sitting on him. If only there were no clothes between the two of you. He thinks he's imagining things but then you're sighing and laying back against him, forgoing the paperwork and wiping your forehead as you complain to him about not finding any new information. Javier doesn't dare to interrupt whatever spell fell on the two of you, instead wrapping one arm around your stomach and pulling you flush to his chest. You smile when he brings you into his embrace, moaning his name as soon as he puts out the cigarette and skims his lips across your neck. You're already melting at his touches and Javier takes the chance to slowly pull up your skirt so you could spread your thighs a little better. He kisses and nips at the juncture of your neck, smiling with pride when you reach back and comb your hand into his hair as he marks you up. And then he feels you move you hips against him and he all but loses it, forcing you to look at him so he could claim your mouth and show you how much he wants you. And before you know it, he's bunching up your skirt even further and cupping you through your panties, only to realize that you aren't wearing any. He breaks the kiss and looks down, groaning in pain when he sees how much of a mess you made of his hand.

"You've been a bad girl bebecita...and bad girls get fucked until they're cockdumb."

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din djarin, probably, after the two of you kiss properly for the first time.

Ma’am pls I am begging you have some mercy on me

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Hi! Congrats on 1.5k! Can a request something where Sam meets Bucky’s and readers son for the first time, please?

Visitor || Bucky Barnes

a/n: sorry this took so long, but thank you so much anon! gotta love uncle sam!

word count: 784

warnings: sweet, overprotective dad bucky, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

Hearing the door of the hospital room open, you and Bucky turned your attention towards the sound to find Sam standing in the threshold, a multitude of balloon strings in his hand. Making his way into the room, the balloons banging against the doorframe along the way, a bright smile graced his face as he waved to the both of you with his free hand.

“Did you buy out the whole gift shop?” Bucky asked eyeing Sam until you swat him.

“Listen, when you get a new nephew there’s never too many balloons.” Sam laughed, handing off the strings to Bucky. “Now let me see the little guy!”

Smiling up at Sam as he finished rubbing hand sanitizer over his hands, you lifted up your bundle of joy, slowly releasing him from your grasp as Sam took him into his arms.

Pulling the blanket around the infant’s face to the side, Sam smiled down at your son, sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed you were laying in.

“He has your eyes, Y/n.” Sam said looking up at the two of you. “Maybe he won’t inherit his dad’s staring problem.”

“I don’t have a staring problem.” Bucky grumbled.

“You kinda do, babe.” You laughed, laying back in your bed.

As Bucky shook his head in disbelief, reaching out his hand to squeeze yours, you didn’t miss the smirk that was gracing his face as he looked at you.

“I can’t wait to take this kid flying.” Sam cooed, staring down at your son in his arms. “Isn’t that right? You wanna go flying with your Uncle Sam?”

“You are not taking my son flying.”

“Chill out, man.” Sam ‘assured’ your husband before throwing you a wink. “I would never.”

A grin reaching across your face once again as you laughed at Sam’s antics, you squeezed Bucky’s hands before a peaceful silence settled throughout the hospital room. The first to break the silence was Sam as he looked up at the two of you.

“What was the name you guys ended coming up with anyway?”

Glancing at Bucky, the two of you spoke wordlessly to each other, reading each other’s eyes. As you smiled softly at your husband, you nudged your head, allowing him to take the lead in sharing the name of your newborn son with your closest friend.

“We uh...” Bucky said, scratching the back of his neck. “We ended up going with Grant... Samuel... Barnes.”

Sam’s eyes went wide as his mouth fell open upon hearing your son’s middle name fall from your husband’s lips. Glancing between the two of you, you could’ve sworn you had almost seen Sam cry.

“What- no.” Sam said in awe, shaking his head. “You guys are just messing with me.”

Shaking your head you only smiled, prompting Sam to turn his attention to Bucky who was sat beside you.

“You named your son after me?” Sam asked, almost at a loss for words.

Focusing on his hands, wringing them together, Bucky tried to find it in him to say the words to Sam that he had told to you in confidence many times, but had always been too embarrassed to say to his friend’s face himself. 

Biting his cheek, Bucky nodded, looking up at Sam.

“Yeah.” He replied. “He wouldn’t be here without you... I wouldn't be here without you, you know? I have you to thank for all of this, Sam. I don't know what would’ve happened to me, but um... I know I wouldn't have him- or any of this- without you so... thank you.”

Swearing to himself that he was about to cry, Sam wordlessly stood up and gently handed off your son to you. As soon as you had secured his head, Sam had let go, turning to Bucky and pulling him in for a tight hug. 

At first shocked, it took Bucky a moment to realize what was happening but when he had, he wrapped his arms around his friend in return.

“You know, you’re going to be a great dad, man.” Sam said, patting his friend on the back. “You’ve come a long way, Buck.”

Holding himself back from crying, thinking about how he not only got another chance at life, but that he was now a father of all things- partly thanks to his friend- Bucky pulled away, resting his hands on Sam’s shoulders.

“I might reconsider that whole flying thing.” Bucky chuckled.

“Yeah?” Sam laughed.

“Yeah.” Bucky said. “But only when he’s old enough. I don’t wanna see my kid in one of those little carrier things fifty feet in the air.”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea-”

“Don’t even think about it, Sam.”

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Imagine Bucky having a staring contest with a baby or a baby being enthralled by his metallic fingers or playing with his dog tags 🌚

this is so cute... what the actual hell. not to be over dramatic, but i need to have bucky’s kids right now.

warnings; fluff, bucky with a baby, dilf bucky, this is so cute i sobbed.

“I’ll get it,” you groaned as your baby’s cries rung through the monitor.

“No, no,” Bucky softly pushed you back onto the mattress. “I can handle this.”

It had to be sometime around three in the morning. Everything in the room was still dark, and you had almost gotten two uninterrupted hours of sleep.

“She’s so rowdy,” you looked to your husband as the monitor started going off again.

“I bet she gets it from you.”

Bucky slid out from bed in only his sweatpants and dog tags, messy hair and muscular back on display. “Starin’ is rude, babe,” he yawns.

He heads into the nursery. It’s constellation-themed, and he can still remember the joy he felt picking out decorations at the store when your daughter was on the way.

“How are you, little one?” Bucky leans over the basinet.

She lets out another wail, much to Bucky’s displeasure.

“None of that, bubs,” he whispers. “I’m here.”

He picks her up, cradling her in his arms. Her tiny hands reach for his vibranium fingers.

“You think that’s cool?” His arm whirs as he rocks her.

She giggles a little, it’s one of the few sounds she makes, and Bucky absolutely adores it.

Bucky gives her a kiss on the forehead. “I can’t believe you woke me up at this hour.”

It almost looks like she’s pouting, even though he doubts she can understand what he’s saying. She grabs at his dog tags, enamored by the jingling noise that they make.

She’s so delicate, Bucky thinks. He wants to do everything in the world to protect her. He never wants her to have a sleepless night. Ever since he first heard her heartbeat, he’s been completely dedicated to her.

“You got her to stop crying,” Bucky hears you laugh from the doorway of the nursery.

“Why are you awake, doll?” He asks.

Bucky is perfect — standing there, your daughter nestled in his arms. It’s the little things he does that make you fall more in love with him.

“Just wanted to see my two favorite people.”

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