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A Little Snack Just for Me

[JackHarding, A/B/O]

Jack eyes the box when Chick holds it out. It's a black box with a gold stripe along the bottom. It's stamped with Chick's initials. "Is that a courting gift?"

Chick's eyes flash annoyance. "You don't have to say it like it's going to bite you." 

Jack works his jaw back and forth for a moment. Chick hasn't been subtle about letting Jack know he's interested. He's slipped him a few notes covered in his scent, left a tiny green plant on his desk in a pot that matches the box he's holding now. But it's thirty minutes to wheels up, and they've just finished the final debrief before Jack goes up in the air with the boys to head to Africa.

"Come on," Chick says, shaking the box a little. "At least open it before you reject it." 

I don't want to reject it, Jack thinks as he takes the box. That's part of his hesitation. He wants to take the box with both hands and simply hold it before he enjoys the process of opening it. He's never wanted to do that with a gift from an Alpha before. But Chick, he's different. Jack can feel it to his bones. He's known it since the first time he walked into Chick's office to tell him to shove the Air Exec job that he hadn't wanted but has now been convinced to keep.

The box is wooden with hinges. Jack opens it. The scent of pine wafts out, and it throws Jack for a moment. He expects the box to smell like Chick, but there's no pine in Chicks' scent, not even an undertone. Nestled in the box is a scarf. Silk and off-white with patterned brown circles of two sizes laid out in diagonal rows. He puts the box down on Chick's desk and lifts the scarf out to hold up to the light. With the sun hitting it, there's a buttery yellow undertone to the silk. He presses his face against it, taking a long breath. 

"You didn't scent it," he says, lowering the scarf so he can see Chick's face. 

The left side of Chick's mouth quirks in a tiny smile. "You want me to?" he asks. "I figured you'd wear it for the sortie. Wasn't sure if you wanted all the boys in your fort to smell me on you the whole way."

Jack's breath rushes out of him at Chick's words. "Right," he says. "I. No, I don't suppose I want them to have to smell you the whole time." But he'll wear it the whole time, he knows. Comfortable and warm around his neck, like the way he's imagined it must feel for one of Chick's hands to rest there.

Chick's grin gets wider. He walks around his desk and leans against the edge next to the box. He gives Jack a slow, pleased look. "Do you want to?" he asks. "I'll scent it up proper if you want."

Jack looks at the scarf, then he drapes it around his neck. "No," he says. "Not just yet. But you could tie it for me."

Chick's eyes go bright and playful. He grabs the ends of the scarf and pulls lightly, brings Jack into the vee of his legs so their mouths almost brush. "You know, traditionally, an Omega accepts a courting gift with a chaste kiss."

"Oh, you care about being traditional now? Might want to find a different Omega to give gifts to," Jack needles. 

"No," Chick replies, his gaze shifting from Jack's mouth to his eyes and then back again. "I like the one in front of me just fine."

Jack dips in, pressing his lips to Chick's for a moment. He pulls back, tilts his head, and goes in again. He opens his lips, and Chick follows suit, their mouths dragging together for a long, sweet moment. He smiles when Chick rubs their cheeks together in a brief, rough caress. Leaving his scent behind and picking up Jack's for himself. It'll be subtle enough no one will likely notice it, not unless they're right up against Jack like Chick is now. 

"Come back in one piece," Chick says as he ties the scarf with easy skill. 

Jack feels the silk settle against his neck, enjoys the light brush of Chick's fingers as he tucks it in under his collar. He steals one last press of their cheeks, inhaling slowly. He feels Chick breathe the same way. "See you in a few days," he says. "Don't let my plant die."

Chick hums in amusement. "Do my best."

#jackharding #masters of the air #a/b/o #courting gifts #jack kidd #chick harding

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Sensory prompts 33, 34 and 38 with Crubbles please?

[Prompts:

The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade The feel of fingers brushing together by accident A person’s weight as they lie on top of you]

Harry feels like he's one giant nerve when Bubbles closes the door behind them. It's their first leave together since they stumbled into each other walking back from the officer's club, and Bubbles had stolen a kiss. Then a second, then a third. Then greeted Harry the next morning with a soft, sweet drag of his mouth along Harry's jaw and murmured, "Yes, I still want to kiss you while I'm sober." 

Which, Harry has to admit, was incredibly sweet and very, very attractive. 

But now they're here in this hotel room, alone. Just the two of them. And Harry's heart is slamming hard in his chest at the idea of <em>being alone</em>.

Bubbles walks over and stops very close. So close that their fingers brush. They both pull away, and Harry laughs at the fact that Bubbles is a little nervous, too. 

Harry takes a slow breath, then reaches for his jacket. He unbuttons it and removes it, then pulls off his tie and his blouse, and then his undershirt. "Your turn," he says as he sits on the bed. 

Bubbles grins and strips until they match. He leans down and takes off his shoes, and Harry gets his own off as well. Then, Bubbles is approaching, slow and smooth, eyes hot and promising when Harry meets his gaze. He touches Harry's cheek, then his neck. He climbs into Harry's lap and trails his fingers up and down Harry's back, following the shape of his shoulder blades and stretching his hands over Harry's ribs. 

Harry kisses Bubbles's chest and hugs him tight, rubbing his cheek against Bubble's pec. He breathes out hard against Bubbles's skin and breathes in the smell of soap and sweat. He tilts his head back, and Bubbles cups his face, leaning down to kiss him sweet and slow, pushing forward with his hips so Harry falls backwards onto the bed, Bubbles's weight settling on top of him. Harry groans at the weight and buries his face into Bubbles's neck as he feels his whole body relax.

"All alone," Bubbles sing-songs as he rests his forearms on either side of Harry's head. "No one can walk in. No one is gonna call us away. Just you and me and this bed for the next three days."

Harry beams and lifts one leg, hitching it up against Bubbles's hip. "Sounds pretty good," he says.

"Yeah," Bubbles replies and leans in to steal another kiss. "Sounds damn perfect." 

#crubbles #masters of the air #bubbles payne #harry crosby

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jesus, the cut of Jack's jaw should be illegal.

Better late than never.

EDWARD ASHLEY and CALLUM TURNER as JACK KIDD and JOHN EGAN

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part three

#gifs #masters of the air #jack kidd #bucky egan #like yes bucky brick shithouse what have you #but consider tall drink of water jack kidd

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I dropped my hormones down the sink drain by accident this morning and we've got weather coming in, and my hips and knees are screaming.

#horomones #chronic pain #fucking endo shit

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Rosie/Crosby "Did you just try to kiss it better?"

Thanks for the prompt! This was fun to write.

Crosby looks up from his records when he hears the door bang open. Rosie is standing in the doorway dripping onto the mat.

“Is it raining?” Crosby asks.

“No. It is not raining, Croz.” Rosie says with a scowl and walks into the room.

“How’d you get so wet and muddy then?”

Rosie pulls off his jacket and shirt. “I wrecked the stupid bike again. How is it that I can fly an airplane but can’t steer a bike?!”

Crosby fights the grin trying to take over his face. “It’s not you. It’s these English bicycles. They’re terrible.”

Crosby crosses the room to stand in front of Rosie. His poor Rosie who can’t get the hang of riding these bikes.

“But no one else is wrecking as often as I am!” Rosie is more exasperated than Crosby had ever seen him. “Think I bruised my shoulder this time.”

Crosby grins up at him before leaning forward and kissing his shoulder.

Rosie smiles crookedly. “Did you just try to kiss it better?”

Crosby nods and giggles. “I think you’ve got some mud in your hair.”

#yay! #so cute! #crosie #masters of the air

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Hot take but we should treat people who fill their blogs with pictures of Stalin and Mao with the same level of suspicion we treat people who fill their blogs with portraits of Hitler and Mussolini.

#oh the list could go on #politics #accurate #stalin and mao both willingly starved their populations #and it gets worse from there

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Oh, the hairpin lace for the wings is exquisite.

Fuck it. Crochet cartilaginous stingray skeleton

#crochet #so cool #love this #crochetblr

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Stayed up til 11:30 last night working on the Bremen fic. Fucked myself over cause I’m at a work conference all day. Gonna keep writing it.

Oh, man, I hope you got through the conference without falling asleep during a talk. That's always my biggest worry when I stay up too late writing.

Love that you're so excited on this fic!

#ask #answer

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For the earlier crowd.

if we’re allowed to request smut for the fic prompts could u write something where bucky has been pushing curt and buck’s buttons all day and they decide he needs to be put in his place <3

Curt finds Buck as he leaves the mess hall after dinner. He has that wild look in his eyes that could either be trouble or fun. Buck slips his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, waiting to find out which it is. 

"Are we fucking or punching Bucky tonight?" Curt greets. 

Buck huffs a laugh and grins. Trouble and fun, then. "Been on your ass all day, too, huh?"

"He's asking for it," Curt replies. 

Buck slips a hand around Curt's waist and pulls him in tight against his side. "Let's give it to him, then," he says. 

*

Bucky laughs when they walk in side by side. The barracks are empty. All the boys have passes for the village or London, and they're making use of them. Buck grabs a bunk and slides it in front of the door just to be sure no one can interrupt as Curt closes curtains all down the hut.

"To what do I owe the honor, gents?" Bucky asks. 

Curt climbs into Bucky's lap and takes his flask from his hand. He takes a long drink, then gets a handful of Bucky's hair and pulls tight. "Fucking brat," he says. 

"Don't know what you're talking about?" Bucky asks, breathless and laughing.

"Curt, get his mouth full," Buck says as he saunters over to the bed. 

Curt puts Bucky's flask on the side table, then slips two fingers into Bucky's mouth. "Suck on those for a second."

Bucky sucks hard, making a loud, wet noise as he does. Curt opens his trousers one-handed, and then Buck's behind him, helping him pulled own his slacks and underwear. 

"Thanks, baby," Curt says. 

Buck nuzzles Curt's neck, then slips his hands up under Curt's uniform shirt. He kneads his fingertips against Curt's ribs and nibbles his ear. 

"Hey, I didn't make an ass of myself to be ignored," Bucky says. 

Buck gives Bucky a level look as Curt turns his head to mouth at Buck's neck. "You deserve to be ignored," he says. "Playing ass grab like you've been doing."

Bucky's grin is sharp. "I wasn't just grabbing ass, Buck."

"Got your dick in hand too, huh?" Curt asks. 

"Almost too hard," Buck replies. He traces his fingers up and down the stretched length of Curt's neck as Curt keeps his head tipped back, awaiting a kiss. "You're beautiful," he tells Curt, then presses their mouths together. 

Curt groans and arches. One of Bucky's hands joins Buck's under his shirt, but Bucky's as sharp and daring as he has been all day and goes straight to Curt's nipple, tweaking it hard. 

"Fucker," Curt grunts against Buck's lips, then focuses on Bucky. "You fucking need something?" He snaps at Bucky. 

Bucky lifts his hips, his dick clearly hard in his slacks. "Yeah, I fucking need something."

"Get your dick in his mouth," Buck says to Curt. "I'll take care of him, even though he doesn't deserve any of it." 

"Hey," Bucky says, but his eyes are bright and gleeful at getting what he wants. He slides down a little so his head is supported by the bunched up pillow under his head. He stares at Curt for a long moment before licking his lips and dropping his mouth open. 

"Jesus," Curt breathes out and knee-walks up so he can feed Bucky his cock. "He cheats, Buck.'

"Oh, I fucking know it," Buck says as he undoes Bucky's trousers. He pulls Bucky's hard dick from his underwear and drags his closed mouth from root to tip. He laps the head with his tongue, then sucks the very tip into his mouth. Bucky shivers, and Buck pulls off so he can open his own trousers. Curt's blocking Buck's view, but he can picture what's happening. Bucky's mouth open and wet, Curt feeding his dick deep into Bucky's mouth. In a few moments, Bucky will close his lips and suck, and Curt will curl over him, hands in Bucky's hair, swearing and praising Bucky in equal measure. 

Buck gets his trousers open, then presses his lips to Bucky's slit. He gathers spit in his mouth, then lets it drool down Bucky's length, working his hand up and down until Bucky's dick is good and wet. 

"Fucking mouth on you," Curt is murmuring, hips jerking with sharp beauty. "Everyhing about you, you fucking asshole. So goddamn needy." 

Buck sits up and takes his hand off Bucky's dick. Bucky's hips snap, and he huffs a laugh as he spits into his own palm. He drags his hand up and down himself once, then wraps his hand around his dick and Bucky's dick at the same time. 

Curt twists so he can see over his shoulder. He grins at Buck. "Give it a good twist," he says. He swallows around my cock when you do that."

"I think you're more of a libertine than him," Buck says, but does as Curt asks. He can hear Bucky's wet, caught gasp and twists his hand again. 

Curt groans and leans back. Buck slings his free arm around his chest and holds him close, biting lightly at Curt's shoulder through his shirt. He can see Bucky's face like this. It's bright pink and sweaty, Curt's dick hanging half out of his mouth in a beautiful obscenity. Buck drags his hand up and pushes Curt forward, and watching Bucky's hand grab at Curt's hips as he takes a little more of Curt's cock makes Buck press his mouth against Curt's ear and breathe out hard. 

"Yeah, fucking love that," Curt says, and Buck isn't sure if it's for him or Bucky, and he doens't care. He drags his palm over Curt's nipple and tightens his grip when his palm cups his and Bucky's cockheads together. Bucky's eyes open, and he meets Buck's gaze, eyes hot and lustful. 

"We should blue ball him," Buck says to Curt, dragging a kiss up and down his neck. "Teach him not to be such a fucking menace when he could just ask for a quick fuck."

Curt laughs, dirty and deep. "What would we do?" Curt asks. 

"Come all over each other," Buck says. "Make him lick us clean." 

"Fuck me," Curt gasps, and his hips jerk and stutter, and then he's coming with a loud moan, dick slipping from Bucky's mouth and spunk dribbling over Bucky's lips.

Buck slides his hand downwards and jerks Curt in the same rhythm he's still using on himself and Bucky. He tugs a little harder than necessary because Curt loves the overstimulation, and he loves seeing the last few drops of spunk drop onto Bucky's chin. 

"Sure," Bucky grits out, wiping the back of his hand over hs mouth, then licking his hand clean. "I'm the fucking menace." 

"Shut up," Curt says and shoves three fingers into Bucky's mouth. He turns so he's perpendicular to Bucky on the bed, and he adds his hand to Buck's on Bucky and Buck's cocks. "Kiss me," he says to Buck. 

Buck does as told, letting Curt decide how deep and hard and messy the kiss is. By the time he's gasping against Curt's mouth because his own orgasm is about to happen, his chin and cheeks are smeared with Curt's spit, and his bottom lip is dented from Curt's teeth. He sucks hard on Curt's tongue as he comes, and just as he goes limp with the aftershocks, Curt leans down and sucks Bucky's dick into his mouth, doing something that makes Bucky shout and snap his hips and come. 

They shouldn't fit on the bed, but they're used to making it work. Buck ends up on his back, Curt flopped on him with a leg thrown over Buck's hips to keep himself close. Bucky drapes himself across the both of them, kissing Bucky with slow, easy tenderness while digging his fingers into Curt's hip. 

"Why are you such a fucking brat?" Curt asks after a few minutes. 

"Look what it gets me," Bucky replies, and Buck wants to call him an ass, but he's half-asleep and sated, and Bucky and Curt are both making a meal of his collarbone. 

"Ass," Bucky managers, and Curt laughs as Bucky bites down hard enough to leave a dent dead-center on Buck's chest.

#masters of the air #smut #fic #clegancurt #bucky egan #buck cleven #curtis biddick #hi i'm curt #and this is my buck and my other buck

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4 pounds is what I got taken off my chest with the smallering. You have all of my removed titty in EACH BOOB.

Christ, I think my back just twinged in sympathy.

Had a 'fun' new experience today in the form of my first ever mammogram because I found a lump on my chest a few weeks ago, and when you find a lump, you get that shit checked out.

Ironically, the lump I went to get investigated turned out to be nothing, likely just a cyst that made its way to the surface, but they did find something else on the scan that requires me to do a follow-up ultrasound in six months. The doctor stressed that it is most likely a fibroid, but given my family history of breast cancer and general weird health fuckery, they're being vigilant and keeping an eye on it.

The mammogram itself was fine. The technician doing it kept complimenting me on the "pliable" nature of my breast tissue and how easy it was to smoosh me into the machine. I was like thanks, I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome; my body is basically made of only slightly more reinforced laffy taffy.

She said, "That explains that," and then proceeded to smush my tits into a pancake. Apparently, they were the most compliant tits she's worked with. I said thank you because what else can you do in that situation. And then she asked me if I wanted to know how much they weighed, and I said boy, do I?!

So she started reading off the results and was like, "17.7 lbs," and I was like, gosh, no wonder they feel so heavy, and then she kept talking and said, "And the other one weighs..."

And that's when I realized she didn't mean total.

She meant one boob was 17.7lbs.

So in case you've ever wanted to know, my right boob weighs 17.7 lbs, and my left one weighs 17.3 lbs, bringing the grand weight hanging off my chest to an even 35 lbs.

The tech was like "gosh! That's a lot for someone of your size!" and I was like "ya fucking think?!"

For a frame of reference, I weigh 136 lbs total. One-quarter of my weight is tits.

I am one-quarter titty.

And I'm telling that to the next doctor who suggests I lose weight.

Anyway. Remember to do regular breast exams, and don't be afraid of mammograms. Yes, they're checking for cancer, but they also tell you fun things like how much your chest weighs and whether or not your boobs are compliant.

#boobs #tittys #get a mammogram #but also my god i am so sorry

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It is absolutely a power play by at least Duncan to see what Oliver will do when given the wrong food. Those were very well-made sunny side up eggs. But it wasn't what he asked for. And he'd been told by his hosts he could get his eggs however he wanted.

It paints a very interesting picture of the staff and possibly the entire Catton family. There's talk of Felix bringing home other strays like Oliver. Sad boys with sad backgrounds, etc. Most importantly, I think it paints a very interesting picture of Lord and Lady Catton. Duncan would NOT bring out the wrong eggs on purpose, not if it wasn't wanted. He is clearly an exquisite butler. I feel like what we're seeing with the wrong eggs is Lord and Lady Catton wanting to subtly test Felix's new pet. What manners does he REALLY have if presented with the wrong eggs? If he says nothing, he's spineless. If he tries to act like he's in the same class as them and gets snippy, he's a social climber.

If he pauses and seems confused and politely but reluctantly corrects the mistake to Lord and Lady Catton (as he does)? He's showing proper form for his station. He is a poor guest in a great house. By not correcting Duncan directly and going through the proper channels of speaking of it to Lord and Lady Catton when they ask him if he's all right, he's showing he's made of the right stuff to be in their house. He understands that he is a GUEST of IMPORTANT PEOPLE and that it is not his role to correct the staff. He is showing he understands it is THEIR role.

And, however you read Oliver's manipulation at the end (a well-planned attack or a revision of history to justify his actions to himself), it works out at the end. By politely deferring to Lord and Lady Catton and either actually being or well playing confused at the wrong eggs, he gives them the version of himself that they want to trust him enough so that he gets to stick around and eventually get the entire estate.

They think they understand people, Lord and Lady Catton, because they think they understand power dynamics. Because they think they are better than their staff. They think they're better than Oliver. And what allows him to win in the end is that he plays that vanity of betterness against them and wins the fucking prize.

Every time I watch Saltburn, I swear I cannot tell that the eggs Oliver is served during that first breakfast are even cooked. Other people have said the eggs are sunny-side-up, though, so I'll assume that's correct.

It still means that Oliver was served the wrong eggs. He asked for over easy, which the eggs he got were definitely not. The whites were still clear on top, which is both a different taste and a different texture than over easy eggs.

It also means that the Cattons' personal cook(s) not only made Oliver the wrong eggs, but that Duncan then brought those eggs out to Oliver with no comment.

The Cattons are absolutely rich enough to hire cooks who know the difference between sunny-side-up eggs and over easy eggs, though. Even if the cook messed it up, Duncan as the family's Butler should have caught it before the plate reached the table.

I've seen people interpret this scene as Oliver making an early power play with the staff, seeing if he can get away with ordering eggs and then sending it back, but that only works if he was given the right eggs in the first place.

He wasn't.

The staff gave Oliver the wrong food.

Oliver wasn't making a power play with the Saltburn staff.

The eggs scene is the staff testing Oliver, to see if he'll roll over and not make trouble, in order to keep his wealthy hosts happy.

It's the staff treating Oliver like his (supposed) poverty makes him a gold digger who is reaching above his station and needs to be knocked down a peg, all for having the sheer audacity to try and eat breakfast with his friend, at his friend's house that he was invited to, when he wasn't told what to expect in advance and while being treated like a zoo animal by his friend's family without a single peep from his supposed friend while all this happens.

Oliver just wanted to eat some fuckin' breakfast with his friend, though.

#oliver quick #saltburn #this fucking movie is so goddamn good

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Or we could keep the focus on this post about how a subset of Taylor's fans need to stop trying to queer a straight person when there are plenty of queers in music to support and leave the actual actions of Swift for a different post. Because this post isn't about her. It's about the part of her fanbase that has an absolutely batshit need to force her queer no matter what she says.

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

#taylor swift #queer shit

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I think I've said this before, but it bears repeating: I have not watched the 2021 West Side Story, but I have seen its versions of "America" and "Gee, Officer Krupke," and both of them make me so fucking mad.

The point of "America" happening up on the roof of the tenement is because it's one of the very few places where the Sharks and their girlfriends can just be themselves without being constantly judged for being immigrants. They have a spot high above the street where they're judged to imagine their best lives. Setting it in the street like they're welcomed to be there misses the fucking point of the song.

The point of "Gee, Officer Krupke" happening in the streets is because that's the one place the Jets feel most powerful and therefore able to mock the authority around them. Setting it in the police station because they've gotten caught misses the fucking point of the song.

They're both songs about strength and independence and community set--in the original--in places where each group feels most powerful. The location change takes away part of fucking point of the songs and the film itslef.

#west side story #i love ya spielberg but these are bad fucking calls

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As a bisexual enby married to a man, I just wanna say:

Taylor Swift has said MANY TIMES ON THE RECORD that she is straight

And even being married to a man to a man for 15 years, I still wanna fuck women more than Taylor Swift. Because I wanna fuck women. And she has loudly stated SEVERAL TIMES that she does not.

And, lastly, OP, bless your whole fucking heart the shit you go through. You are stronger than any version of Batman including vaping Affleck Batman.

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

#taylor swift #she's straight you fucking weirdos #the idea that bi women aren't into women #or bi people aren't into women??? #put down the fucking lyric book from whatever swift album you have sad orgasms to and pay attention for fuck's sake #queer shit #queer annoyance #if i could slap every single one of you misreaders across the face #oh the weekend i would have

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The fact that he gives her that sweet smile, and she sends back that little tongue bite like she has PLANS.

GET IT MARGE.

Masters of the Air (2024) - Part One.

#gifs #buck cleven #marge spencer #masters of the air #usually it's the dude giving the teasing smile #but marge gets it #and looks away with great confidence #while buck is the one to duck his head in shyness #get it marge

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One of the funniest realizations I have ever had about how fucking blindspotted tv people can have about intended vs. actual audience is--unshockingly--Supernatural.

"why are women watching this show?" they yelled over and over again.

Meanwhile, the show starred the sweetest, nicest boy from Stars Hollow and that guy who'd been on Dark Angel and also been Sammy's twin brother on Days of Our Lives.

Like, you fuckers literally cast "teenage girl first orgasm" leads.

#supernatual #jensen ackles #jared padelecki #i don't know maybe don't cast two dudes with heavily female fanbases #because their previous roles were aimed at female fans????

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if we’re allowed to request smut for the fic prompts could u write something where bucky has been pushing curt and buck’s buttons all day and they decide he needs to be put in his place <3

Curt finds Buck as he leaves the mess hall after dinner. He has that wild look in his eyes that could either be trouble or fun. Buck slips his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, waiting to find out which it is. 

"Are we fucking or punching Bucky tonight?" Curt greets. 

Buck huffs a laugh and grins. Trouble and fun, then. "Been on your ass all day, too, huh?"

"He's asking for it," Curt replies. 

Buck slips a hand around Curt's waist and pulls him in tight against his side. "Let's give it to him, then," he says. 

*

Bucky laughs when they walk in side by side. The barracks are empty. All the boys have passes for the village or London, and they're making use of them. Buck grabs a bunk and slides it in front of the door just to be sure no one can interrupt as Curt closes curtains all down the hut.

"To what do I owe the honor, gents?" Bucky asks. 

Curt climbs into Bucky's lap and takes his flask from his hand. He takes a long drink, then gets a handful of Bucky's hair and pulls tight. "Fucking brat," he says. 

"Don't know what you're talking about?" Bucky asks, breathless and laughing.

"Curt, get his mouth full," Buck says as he saunters over to the bed. 

Curt puts Bucky's flask on the side table, then slips two fingers into Bucky's mouth. "Suck on those for a second."

Bucky sucks hard, making a loud, wet noise as he does. Curt opens his trousers one-handed, and then Buck's behind him, helping him pulled own his slacks and underwear. 

"Thanks, baby," Curt says. 

Buck nuzzles Curt's neck, then slips his hands up under Curt's uniform shirt. He kneads his fingertips against Curt's ribs and nibbles his ear. 

"Hey, I didn't make an ass of myself to be ignored," Bucky says. 

Buck gives Bucky a level look as Curt turns his head to mouth at Buck's neck. "You deserve to be ignored," he says. "Playing ass grab like you've been doing."

Bucky's grin is sharp. "I wasn't just grabbing ass, Buck."

"Got your dick in hand too, huh?" Curt asks. 

"Almost too hard," Buck replies. He traces his fingers up and down the stretched length of Curt's neck as Curt keeps his head tipped back, awaiting a kiss. "You're beautiful," he tells Curt, then presses their mouths together. 

Curt groans and arches. One of Bucky's hands joins Buck's under his shirt, but Bucky's as sharp and daring as he has been all day and goes straight to Curt's nipple, tweaking it hard. 

"Fucker," Curt grunts against Buck's lips, then focuses on Bucky. "You fucking need something?" He snaps at Bucky. 

Bucky lifts his hips, his dick clearly hard in his slacks. "Yeah, I fucking need something."

"Get your dick in his mouth," Buck says to Curt. "I'll take care of him, even though he doesn't deserve any of it." 

"Hey," Bucky says, but his eyes are bright and gleeful at getting what he wants. He slides down a little so his head is supported by the bunched up pillow under his head. He stares at Curt for a long moment before licking his lips and dropping his mouth open. 

"Jesus," Curt breathes out and knee-walks up so he can feed Bucky his cock. "He cheats, Buck.'

"Oh, I fucking know it," Buck says as he undoes Bucky's trousers. He pulls Bucky's hard dick from his underwear and drags his closed mouth from root to tip. He laps the head with his tongue, then sucks the very tip into his mouth. Bucky shivers, and Buck pulls off so he can open his own trousers. Curt's blocking Buck's view, but he can picture what's happening. Bucky's mouth open and wet, Curt feeding his dick deep into Bucky's mouth. In a few moments, Bucky will close his lips and suck, and Curt will curl over him, hands in Bucky's hair, swearing and praising Bucky in equal measure. 

Buck gets his trousers open, then presses his lips to Bucky's slit. He gathers spit in his mouth, then lets it drool down Bucky's length, working his hand up and down until Bucky's dick is good and wet. 

"Fucking mouth on you," Curt is murmuring, hips jerking with sharp beauty. "Everyhing about you, you fucking asshole. So goddamn needy." 

Buck sits up and takes his hand off Bucky's dick. Bucky's hips snap, and he huffs a laugh as he spits into his own palm. He drags his hand up and down himself once, then wraps his hand around his dick and Bucky's dick at the same time. 

Curt twists so he can see over his shoulder. He grins at Buck. "Give it a good twist," he says. He swallows around my cock when you do that."

"I think you're more of a libertine than him," Buck says, but does as Curt asks. He can hear Bucky's wet, caught gasp and twists his hand again. 

Curt groans and leans back. Buck slings his free arm around his chest and holds him close, biting lightly at Curt's shoulder through his shirt. He can see Bucky's face like this. It's bright pink and sweaty, Curt's dick hanging half out of his mouth in a beautiful obscenity. Buck drags his hand up and pushes Curt forward, and watching Bucky's hand grab at Curt's hips as he takes a little more of Curt's cock makes Buck press his mouth against Curt's ear and breathe out hard. 

"Yeah, fucking love that," Curt says, and Buck isn't sure if it's for him or Bucky, and he doens't care. He drags his palm over Curt's nipple and tightens his grip when his palm cups his and Bucky's cockheads together. Bucky's eyes open, and he meets Buck's gaze, eyes hot and lustful. 

"We should blue ball him," Buck says to Curt, dragging a kiss up and down his neck. "Teach him not to be such a fucking menace when he could just ask for a quick fuck."

Curt laughs, dirty and deep. "What would we do?" Curt asks. 

"Come all over each other," Buck says. "Make him lick us clean." 

"Fuck me," Curt gasps, and his hips jerk and stutter, and then he's coming with a loud moan, dick slipping from Bucky's mouth and spunk dribbling over Bucky's lips.

Buck slides his hand downwards and jerks Curt in the same rhythm he's still using on himself and Bucky. He tugs a little harder than necessary because Curt loves the overstimulation, and he loves seeing the last few drops of spunk drop onto Bucky's chin. 

"Sure," Bucky grits out, wiping the back of his hand over hs mouth, then licking his hand clean. "I'm the fucking menace." 

"Shut up," Curt says and shoves three fingers into Bucky's mouth. He turns so he's perpendicular to Bucky on the bed, and he adds his hand to Buck's on Bucky and Buck's cocks. "Kiss me," he says to Buck. 

Buck does as told, letting Curt decide how deep and hard and messy the kiss is. By the time he's gasping against Curt's mouth because his own orgasm is about to happen, his chin and cheeks are smeared with Curt's spit, and his bottom lip is dented from Curt's teeth. He sucks hard on Curt's tongue as he comes, and just as he goes limp with the aftershocks, Curt leans down and sucks Bucky's dick into his mouth, doing something that makes Bucky shout and snap his hips and come. 

They shouldn't fit on the bed, but they're used to making it work. Buck ends up on his back, Curt flopped on him with a leg thrown over Buck's hips to keep himself close. Bucky drapes himself across the both of them, kissing Bucky with slow, easy tenderness while digging his fingers into Curt's hip. 

"Why are you such a fucking brat?" Curt asks after a few minutes. 

"Look what it gets me," Bucky replies, and Buck wants to call him an ass, but he's half-asleep and sated, and Bucky and Curt are both making a meal of his collarbone. 

"Ass," Bucky managers, and Curt laughs as Bucky bites down hard enough to leave a dent dead-center on Buck's chest.

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