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evilminji · 6 months

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You know how... world leaders can't just? SAY stuff? Because when they DO it's the Offical Stance(tm) of their Country?

That makes their Fuck Ups(tm) all the more serious. It's WHY they have press teams.

But!!!

WHAT IF?

They said something, PUBLICLY, on LIVE TELEVISION, that? Can not be taken back? Full on "masks off, behold the horrors you have payed for" moment?

Sure, they could SAY "that wasn't me" and "I was brainwashed" etc etc. But? If it's BIG enough? UGLY enough? TRUE??? People WILL find it. Dig and dig and dig like termites in the walls. Hunt like bloodhounds.

Riot in the streets.

Because? All it would TAKE? Is ONE half ghost, a few too many long nights trying to balance college classes and his internship, a bigotry filled call from back home, and staring down that empty fridge with just one box of moldering take out, because he's been too busy and stressed to remember to get GROCERIES AND-

Ah.

So this is what "so stressed you feel calm, I have run out of Fucks too give" feels like. Neat. *picks up phone* Hey, Sam? You still at that protest? Outside the presidential speech? Neat. Don't move.

One Phone Line Express later. SAM is telling him to breathe. Maybe... maybe calm down. Think about this. Others around her can see the same "spark of madness" glint in his almost zen like smile.

It Fiiiiine, Sam.

He's just here to Talk.

He disappears. Sam's freaking out. President stumbles but catches himself on the way to the mike. Up in the watch tower, various Magic users choke on their lunches, because a ghost just possessed the United States President.

ON LIVE TELEVISION.

He taps the Mike, smile, leans in real close like he's gonna Tell You Folks A Secret.... Aaaaand~

"The second you Die, you no longer have human rights. Doesn't matter how brief. Heart stops? You're sub-human scum! Non-sentient by American law. We here in the United Stares PROUDLY desecrate the bodies and graves of the dead. Tear apart the immortal souls of the innocent. And condemn you to oblivion crying, begging, and screaming for mercy! Why, obviously, is an act. Because souls don't have the RIGHT to feel fear or pain!

And YES. We do mean EVERYONE'S. Atlantian, Kryptonian, Martian. Canadian, Mexican, Russian, AND Chinese! I could keep going! Once you die? You belong to the United States to experiment on as we see fit! You're PROPERT now! So turn your nonrights having, nonsentient self in to the nearest GIW! For the good of AMERICA. Ectoplasmic Scum!"

*drops mic*

Jaws are on the floor. This was VETERANS DAY. Dead military Heros and smile for the cameras. A cake walk. Do a patriotism, rah rah. There.... there are DIPLOMATS in the crowd. Sure as SHIT, were more then a few foreign nationals WATCHING. Religious leaders looking on in fury, grief, and horror.

Reporters. Oh sweet Jesus the reporters.

The press secretary faints.

PANDEMONIUM. The president, still dazed and confused from being possessed, gets PUNCHED on live television be his VP, a deeply religious if moderately shady man. Take bribes? VP is cool with that. Bootstraps, peasants, and all that. But how DARE you fuck with the Souls of the dead. How DARE you!

Phones are blowing up, questions are being shouted, the JLA Dark FEEL like they should tell somebody about the ghost kid... but also this feels VERY "Call for help-y" so they might throw their weight around instead and pretend they know nothing. World leader are meaningfully staring at their Dear Beloved Dead Grandmother's photos as they send LIVID assistants to hound the American into answering the DAMN PHONE-!

And Danny?

Danny feels calmer now. He has stolen like....700 bucks from secret security's various wallets. He's going to buy himself BOUGIE groceries. Some...some NICE take out. Maybe a little cake. Yeah~ Cake for Danny~

If anyone needs him? No you don't. He needs to go do some shopping, eat, lie on the floor of his shower and just... vibe for a bit under the spray. In the dark maybe. Sleep for a week. Have his food. Yummy little treats.

Or he's gonna fuckin LOSE IT, man.

(Tucker is actively hacking his college schedule as they speak. He KNEW it. Called it! Too many classes! But does Mr "I can handle it" listen? Noooooooo! Now look what happened! Holy SHIT, Danny!)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

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tteokdoroki · 10 months

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hello beloved aali, for your prompt game i am humbly asking for— ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ —with best boi kirishima eijirou <3 whatever kink you think fits best :P i hope u are well ! kissing u ! 😽💞

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

extension. marking kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. thank u sainty baby!! hope u enjoy hehe

when he faces the world, kirishima is kind and gentle. he’s a favoured amongst all for his bright ruby eyes and friendly smile.

but when you’re alone in your bedroom, he transforms into a completely different person — he can be rough, and mean and everything you need to get off.

“that’s it baby, lift your leg for me,” kirishima coos down to you condescendingly, the pads of his fingers sinking so deep into your fleshy thigh that it might bruise. it’s one of his favourite things, seeing all the places he’s left his claim on you the morning after — just the sight of every scratch or bump and bruise sends blood rushing straight to his drippy cock and love hormones to his brain.

when eijirou gets like this — you can barely even think about the flash of pain shooting through you as he hoists your leg up high on his shoulder, overwhelming you with the feeling of how much deeper he can get at this ankle. his head shifts to the left, condescending smirk spreading across his lips and revealing pretty rows of sharpened pearly whites. “you like it like that, don’t you baby?”

he presses a kiss to your calf, nipping it with his teeth and smirking when your buck upwards in response.

your brain literally lags, barely able to handle the size of kirishima has he hangs over you — pressing you into the sheets as his heavy cock stretches you open. he pushes on despite the resistance of your tiny, weeping little hole. the public wouldn’t believe you if you their beloved red riot got like this, panting like a dog in heat, a drooling mess over you whenever he got the chance to fuck you. the sight is a picture of scandal, your cream foaming a tight ring around the base of his shaft, smearing about the place every time the red head plunges into your welcoming heat.

“oh, baby… listen to you, so fuckin’ soaked for me, oh god?” eijirou simpers lowly, a growl brewing within his broad chest at the feeling of you tightening around him. his dick slots perfectly against your squelching walls, and the crude and lewd sound of your sexes smacking together makes him so dizzy that his head drops to your neck weakly.

“uhuh, all f’you,” you manage to gasp out from underneath him — trapped between kirishima’s bulking body as he pounds into you and the sweaty sheets that stick to your back, tainted with both of your arousals.

the way you sound so breathless drives eijirou insane, you’ve got him losing his cool and losing himself in you — brutally swinging his hips into you without giving your swollen, salacious cunt a second thought. “god, fuck— c’mere baby, c’mere,” he seethes meanly as if you’re not already impossibly close. a weighty hand snakes around your neck, a thumb resting on your subtle Adam’s apple as kirishima pulls your throat up to his hungry mouth. “gonna mark this pretty fuckin’ throat up, needa— holy shit!”

he cuts himself off, your ribbed walls fluttering around his monstrous dick, suffocating him inside of you. instead of rambling on with slurred speech— kirishima pacifies himself by sucking on your neck, his teeth scraping your supple skin, sinking into it to leave his mark. his groans change to sweet, high pitched moans and pleasure smooths over his frenzied brain.

he doesn’t care now, that his teeth are sharp and pointed — he only cares for the way you wail in surprise as he leaves dark hues up and down your shoulders and neck. it’s his mark of possession, that you’re his and only his. eijirou’s hot tongue soothes the blistering love bites that he leaves on you while his arm wraps around the back of your head to keep you caged in beneath him.

“you're mine,” the red head growls between panting in pockets, lungs heaving in sync with yours — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “you've always been mine.” he reaffirms, sucking just under your ear too. mostly anywhere he can get access to. “love seeing you covered in me, no one else can have you like this. right, baby?”

you’d reply if you could, but you’re too busy choking on your pitiful groans that tell him you’re close to cumming. your nails scale their way down the muscles of his back — marking eijirou up in your own way too. letting him know he’s just as much yours, as you are his.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima thirst #bnha smut #kirishima x you #eijirou kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou smut #bnha thirst #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚saint.🎖️#✧ ₊˚🃏੭ — games

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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You know the ‘girlfriend effect’ trend going on ? I feel like that would be mama and Miguel. Like Miguel having a horrible style and wearing the most outrageous terrible clothes and not knowing what to do with his hair or not doing any form of facial care routines (you how men are) until he meets our mama and she just helps him develop a style and find what works best for him but doing it in a way that isn’t insulting and belittling but rather caring and loving.

This is Pre-Soccer Family 🤭

Boyfriend Makeover

Ever since MJ's birthday party at Peter's, things had taken a turn between you and Miguel.

Something that had left him with the little seed of seeing you as many times as possible from now on, rooting and blooming within. And in truth, you couldn't wait to see him again as well.

He had this je ne sas quoi that drawn you in like bees to pollen. Like gasoline to a fire, and anything intrinsically related in nature.

When you went home to a little more intimate and girls only after party, you spilled the beans and Jessica slid a couple of bucks in MJ's direction when you were too busy fangirling and gushing like a teenager whose crush just noticed her for the first time ever.

"He tried to kiss me!"

"Miguel?"

"Yes!" You plopped on the bed with a nervous squeal.

"You two kissed?" MJ watched at Jessica eagerly, as if ready to receive more money from the secret bet they had done on who kissed who first.

"Nah, he gotta work for it. But, damn... I was holding back so badly. He looks like a good kisser."

Jessica giggled at your ecstatic state.

"Just kiss him, woman! Pretty sure he'd die on the spot if you do that"

And so you did. The first kiss had been nothing you had expected, A little fumble and clumsy but sweet. He was taken aback when you made the first move, but couldn't complain. He had sandwiched your face in between his big hands and gave you a kiss you only fantasized often, once the movie had finished in TV back on his apartment's living room.

Things just flowed from there. He once grabbed your hand as you ventured through the sea of people in the mall when you were shopping.

"Won't find you later, Chaparrita." (Little one)

"Well, if you're gonna hold my hand, then do it properly."

With an impish smile you entwined your fingers with his, he only flared an airy yet bashful chuckle as his hand tightened it's grip on yours.

----

Even though he had asked you to date him officially, the doubt in people's faces remained. Not that you cared, but seeing him particularly serious after a gathering meant that someone had said something either about you, or the both.

"Do I look awful to you?"

You truly weren't expecting something so trivial to upset him that way, sure there were things he could improve about himself that would just only add him a bonus to his already effortlessly gorgeous looks.

"What?. Who told you that?"

He shrugged and kept driving. His style was something basic and borderline boring, office like all the way. Like if the nerdiness refused to leave his body completely and had rioted big time and now was the ruling sovereign of his closet.

Sweatpants in different tones of gray and black, graphic tees that had endured through college time and other basic things, sneakers and a couple of shoes and boots. The only stylish sort of thing he had was a navy blue suit that ripped as he tried to slid it past his broad shoulders.

"Shit you hear around." He grumbled while driving.

"Well, if you don't like your style we could change it. I could help if you want to, of course."

"What would you change about it?"

"Even though I love when you wear your lab coat and those sweatpants together" You giggled and took his hand briefly, "I'd add more color to your wardrobe and other different textures. You'd look even more handsome with summer colors."

"It's not summer."

"I know, just saying I'd add a bit more color to it."

"Right. We can do that. What about eh, the... things you put on the face. Masks and shit?"

Your face lit up upon the questions he was throwing at you as he gestured to his face.

"What about them?"

"How do you use them?"

In truth, he had overheard some things behind his back. Him looking like a tired creep that always wore the same clothes, them surprised at you tolerating such lack of style, but what had affected him more than what he let on was hearing that you deserved more than just a greasy haired nerd guy in your life. Mostly said by guys that looked straight out of a photo shoot in Italy.

His hair hovered on his shoulders, either tied in a lazy man bun or simply slicked back. Skin rough and oily, a few ingrown hairs in his stubble. Some pimples here and there. As long as he was clean, like his clothes it had been more than enough for him so far. Contrary to you. Ever glowing, stylish and delicious smelling.

Hell, some of his clothes still smelled like you even if he washed them. But now that a new chapter of his life started with none else but you, he wanted to be better. He was already a bit self conscious about his overall looks, and didn't wanna add more to the list of things he already hated about himself, but for some reason you loved.

He wanted to increase the latter. And if a makeover was needed for you to be even more into him, he'd go under them. And what a better chance to do so when you were excited about it. Another excuse to spend the day together, really. Even if it meant to go under layers of things foreign to his skin or be switching into things in a secluded changing room.

"We could meet tomorrow at the mall, buy new clothes and spend the rest of the day pampering ourselves."

"Sounds scary."

"The only thing you gotta be afraid is what the lack of sun block does to the skin."

"I'm aware that cancer can be developed after the constant exposure to high UV lights."

"You're so sexy when you speak like that."

"I'm actually surprised you find me appealing given my lack of-"

"Ah don't ruin it, Miguelín. You know that's not why we got together."

"Still, I wanna be better. Can't look like a tired creep." You swatted his head gently with a deadpan in your eyes.

"Miguel, even if you wore an unicorn onesie, I'd still adore you the same and I'd definitely fuck you afterwards."

He snorted and looked at you with softened eyes.

"But the gesture is highly appreciated. I'm excited really. We get to spend the day together and have fun."

"Shopping day tomorrow then?"

"Of course!"

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You visited different stores, even took a mini photo shoot of the outfits you had picked together for him. He wasn't that into flashy or saturated prints. He was more of plain colors, and if something was printed it had to be minimum. Attention seeking was in the least of his priorities.

His confidence seemed to take a higher place the more clothes he tried and new compliments flew out your mouth.

You had him a blushing mess as you asked him to twirl for you only to slap his ass and give a rather thirsty yet loving comment on him. You already made those when he wore your favorite gray sweatpants. Nothing had changed really, except for one outfit that had your cheeks a bright red the more you stared .

Cotton plain navy blue polo shirt that adjusted perfectly on his upper frame, white pants that made a perfect job in accentuating his waist and white leather loafers. It was the winner of the day.

"Never in my life have I been envious of a shirt, until today."

You then went for the skin care. Exfoliants, moisturizers, masks and so many other tools he had the slightest idea they even existed. Even though you explained each and their functions, he had to take a break to let all sink in.

"How many times I must put all this in my face?"

"Twice a day. Morning and night before sleeping."

"Don't get me wrong but, how do you find time to do this?"

"It becomes a discipline over time. And now I can't live without it."

"If something's worth saying, I like the... uh, the scent and feeling that it leaves in your skin. It's nice."

He cleared his throat as you kept adding products to the basket.

"Why, thank you." You kissed his cheek as you both looked over the men section of skincare, "We gotta get you a proper shaving kit also. Razors only damage your skin. Wanna keep your beard?"

"Do you like it?"

"I don't mind it honestly. With or without it you look scrumptious." Your eyebrows wiggled at him and his ears turned a light shade of pink.

"Let's get it then."

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His eyes were all teary and glossy the more you pulled the peel off mask from his sensitive skin.

"Ow! Ow, ya! Amor, ya!" You laughed silently as you stopped. Hips straddling him, face to face, masked with the pore cleansing charcoal product, smeared in your features.

You had tied his hair carefully to then teach him how to properly clean his face, after a session of much needed steam to relax and open his pores.

Also squeezed some tools as gently as possible to get gunk and black spots out, but even so had him squirming at the beginning, then you had taught him how to properly cleanse his face, and in what order each product had to be applied. He was genuinely interested at the components of each thing and how well they seemed to react on his skin. Secretly taking a picture of him while having his eyes closed.

"Relax Eddie Brock, we're almost done!"

"¿No te duele o qué?" (Does this even hurts for you?)

"We are Venom." You giggled but he just deadpanned,

"You're not funny. You're a psycho."

"After you do this a bunch of times it comes out easier and less painful."

To his horror, you peeled off the mask without much ows and hissing, like he was, cringing at the way the black and elastic thing abandoned your face, coming out in in a piece.

"It would've be a lot less painful but you put it on your eyelids and so damn close to the ears. The first places I told you to not put it on!"

"I don't know about these things-" He hissed as you pulled in a go the last remnants of the mask. A little whimper and a grunt came out later.

"Canija!" You kissed his face softly where the mask had been, trying to soothe the pain as he cussed.

"Please tell me we're done with that"

Instead of words you smooched his lips with a proud smile.

"We're done. Now let's get you some serums."

"You're not putting needles in my face, are you?"

"What? No. It's not that kind of serum. It's like vitamins for your skin in oily or creamy textures."

By the end of the day he had fallen asleep as you used your jade face roller on him, but woke up with a glowy and healthy looking skin. Even some pimples had diminished their redness. His tired face not only was less tired but looked like he had slept well for weeks. No longer oily and breaking out.

Despite the pain, it all had been worth it. But your shocked face upon seeing him well dressed in a cream button shirt, black pants and dress shoes, and a fresh haircut that would turn into his forever look; holding a bouquet of tulips before your door, was absolutely priceless.

Needless to say you didn't make it to the dinner date, too busy ravaging eachother to care.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#Pre Soccer Family 🕷️🌷#t writes✨#Boyfriend Miguel #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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tanked-up · 6 months

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Ghost storming inside Price’s office: No money for a seperate room, Capt’n!?

Price: Oh God here we go

Soap storms afterwards: Seriously! Ye’ want me killed? I ain’t sleeping with him

Ghost: I rather sleep outside where rats and lizards crawl all over me

Soap scoffs: That’s a bit harsh, ain’t it?

Ghost: No, it isn’t. Change the room or I’ll riot

Price: Go ahead and riot

Ghost: I will! Just you wait

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(The morning after)

Gaz: Bet ya twenty bucks, Ghost took the top bunk and squished Soap on bottom

Price scoffs: Bet you fifty, Ghost slept on the floo-

Gaz: Oh My God.

Price: Are they… cuddling!?

Gaz: Should we…

Price: No, just… leave them be

(They leave)

Gaz: So… are we gonna tell them about it, or…

Price: Ghost will have our heads dangling off his door as decoration if we do

#They cuddled<3 #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #simon riley #john price #gaz mw2 #incorrect cod quotes #cod meme #incorrect quotations

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stvharrngton · 8 months

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kinktober: day six

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, deep throating, oral (m receiving), sort of can be read as a part 2 to day five

word count: 0.7k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

“Baby,” Steve cooed.

The boy crawling back up to you, his mouth wet with your slick, his nose skirted along your jaw, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along the skin there. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, your body still shaking from your orgasm.

“Y’did so good,” he hummed, his hands planted on your waist, rubbing up and down over the skin. He squeezed at you now, a kiss to your cheek and one to your nose.

You knew what the deal was, you’d be good and let Steve finish the job and you’d get to repay the favour. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you moved yourself so Steve was sitting on his heels, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair running riot.

Tugging at his boxers, you pulled the material down his legs, setting his cock free from its confines. Steve’s cock was hard and aching, the tip angry and red, leaking precum, the veins in the shaft prominent.

Before you let yourself get comfy, he gripped your chin between his finger and thumb, bringing your gaze back to him. He leant into you, lips an inch away from your own and he whispered,

“You gonna suck my cock real good, yeah pretty girl?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you nodded, big eyes blinking up at him as he spoke once more,

“Gonna get it nice and wet f’me? Wanna see you take all of it in, until my cock is hitting the very back of your throat and you’re gagging,” Steve smirked as he spoke, his lips practically on yours, “can you do that for me, honey?”

You nodded enthusiastically, scrambling to get into position between Steve’s legs. Flattening your tongue as you licked a stripe up the shaft of Steve’s cock, an obnoxious moan spilling from his lips.

Tongue swirling round the tip, sucking and licking as you took him in, inch by inch. His cock was heavy on your tongue, and thick in your mouth. Steve wrapped his fingers in your hair, holding it away from your face, making a makeshift ponytail.

He watched through hooded eyes as you took him in, his jaw hanging agape as he groaned, toes curling and stomach tensing. Your mouth felt good, too good.

“Fuck,” he moaned, the exhale strung out and raspy. His free hand gripped the sheets as he gnawed on his bottom lip, the temptation to buck his hips and fuck your mouth way too strong for Steve to handle, “sucking my cock so fucking good.”

You hummed around his length, your free hand coming to cup his balls, rolling them in your hand as you picked up the pace, the tip seconds away from hitting the back of your throat. You liked to tease though, just as much as Steve did, almost getting there but never really hitting the spot.

It drove him crazy, insane rather, making a mental note to get you back for it later. You soon gave in though, knowing the sounds and filthy words it would pull from your boyfriend, you simply couldn’t resist.

You inched in further, the tip of Steve’s cock finally hitting the back of your throat, once, twice, until you were gagging. Releasing his length with a pop as you took a second to catch your breath before you went back for more.

“Oh, Jesus,” Steve groaned, head thrown back in pleasure, his thick neck on display for you to ogle, “fuckfuckfuck, just like that.”

His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, hair wild from where he’d been tugging at the strands, his thick torso littered with indents of your nails that you’d left in your wake. You kept going, no matter how much your throat burned, to get Steve to the edge was your main goal.

He held your head with both hands now, guiding your mouth up and down his cock. His grunts were getting deeper, his breaths getting shorter. Thighs and stomach tensing as he moaned out,

“Fucking Christ,” his jaw slack as he planted, “‘m gonna fuckin’ cum so hard, baby, shit—“

You took that as your queue to speed up, to roll his balls in your palm. You went down again, the tip hitting the back of your throat once more and Steve was done for.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, eyes squeezed shut as he hit his orgasm like a brick wall. Ropes of hot cum shooting down your throat as you gladly swallowed, Steve moaning and whimpering oh fucks and pleasepleaseplease above you.

The boy above you was fucked out and gorgeous and you were goddamn lucky that you were the only one who got to see him like this.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kinktober2023 #k.fic

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takemeorleaveme · 8 days

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why are buddie shippers being called unhinged when the only unhinged I have seen were from BT shippers like hello the hypocrisy is insane to me... if we are gonna lump all the buddie shippers together cause I know there are a few bad ones we are definitely gonna lump all the BT shippers together. the shit I have seen and read from them beats the crazy buddie shippers outta the water I am convinced these people don't even care that buck is Bi Man and will riot if buck ever ends up with a female love interest... buddie shippers are unhinged but ya'll are obsessed with a ship that has only had like 5 scenes together with zero chemistry 2 of those were kisses and those 2 kisses were the only moments that didn't feel like they were straight male friends lmao I don't even care if buddie happens or not at this point I just find it funny af that buck has more sexual tension with his straight best friend than he does his love interest... you do not care that he is Bi-sexual you only care that he kissed a man obviously because ya'll just threw eddie in the trash (literally killing him off) once you guys finally got what you wanted.... & I am sick and tired of you guys pretending like thats not the truth you don't care about buck or his storyline most of you probably don't even care about the show and just watch clips about the ship. The way you guys paint buddie shippers as unhinged but go outta your way to tag buddie just to annoy buddie shippers and start something its ridiculous... also the way you praise a man for wanting to interact with fans but the only way he's interacting with the shippers is if they pay him 145 dollars in this economy to answer questions he has no answers to and to make up stories for your ship because you have nothing to go off of is the fucking icing on the cake for me.. when we get free buddie content from both ryan and oliver so I'll stay over here losing in the buddie ship & ya'll can have your non developed canon ship and keep paying money to a nepo baby to get your non existent storyline... & I HOPE YA'LL SEE THIS YOU WANT TO POST IN THE BUDDIE TAG AND FLOOD BUDDIE BECAUSE WE ARE SO UNHINGED BUT THE SHIT BT SHIPPERS DO AND SAY TO RILE UP BUDDIE SHIPPERS IS TRULY ANNOYING.

#buddie #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #oliver stark #ryan guzman #anti bucktommy #anti tommy kinard

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: fem!reader, this kiri is very mean and petty guys, reader is mean too, infidelity, oral (fem!receiving)

a/n: kirishima wants to be taken seriously.

arms wrapped around kirishima’s neck, you straddle him carefully, lowering yourself gently onto the thick head of his cock. sliding back and forth to ease the warm parting of your folds, you hesitate and watch him carefully, tracing the knit of his brows and the slight downturn of his lips with your eyes.

“what’s wrong?” you ask. your voice is honeyed, sickeningly sweet, and you’re still moving on him, slow as molasses, but don’t let him in yet. he’s flushed from head to toe, and the part of him that kisses your entrance is hot, hot, hot, but you can tell he’s thinking a bit more than usual about the very situation you’re in.

it’s not like it’s wrong of him to do so. after all, both of you are misbehaving, and have been for the past few months.

“why me?” he asks, suddenly. despite this, his tender grasp on your ass doesn’t change - in fact it tightens. you lick your lips, then tilt your head to the side.

“ei, we talked about this...”

he frowns and sighs, tilting his back ever so slightly against the headboard on which his back rests, and yet, after a brief moment of contemplation, he leans forward to kiss you once on the lips. it’s the type of kiss that brings relief, that forgives sin, and as he resettles back to look at you again, you wonder briefly why you didn’t consider him at first - handsome, bigger, broader than your soon-to-be ex, and gentle to boot. he’s sweet, and always careful despite his quirk, fingers impossibly soft as they hold you closer, when they tease you apart and make you fall apart.

“if he finds out,” he whispers into the crook of your neck as he holds you in an embrace. you whine as he pushes upwards and you sink down onto his length, the stretch making you feel impossibly full. shuddering slightly as your body makes room for him, small tears in the corner of your eyes, you look at him again through your eyelashes and his heart softens even further.

“are you afraid of him?” you ask.

it’s a low question to ask, calculated, and he grimaces. it’s one that paws unkindly at his insecurity. after all, he’s spent years supporting bakugou unwaveringly, never being taken seriously enough to be competition.

“why would i be?” he hisses. the part of him inside you seems to thicken, but he is just readjusting, palms pressed to the mattress to give him oomph as he bucks his hips upwards once. you moan as you ride him, recklessly.

“he’d say some shit like, ‘let’s share’, if only not to lose to me,” he replies. you half laugh, half sigh devilishly. perhaps you are influencing him negatively. coming in between friends? how awful could you be...

you cup kirishima’s face, trying to keep up with him as he thrusts into you, the slap of his balls against your cunt louder and the squelch of lubrication fighting friction noisier the longer he keeps his pace, faster and faster with every second. and then he holds you and lays you on your back, and really goes to town, frustration and lust inseparable in his eyes.

“if you were gonna hurt him, why not deku?” he insists. his hand is around your throat now, and he replies to that by telling you to open up before spitting directly into your mouth.

“that’s the obvious choice. and boring, if you ask me,” you giggle once you swallow.

he rolls his eyes in response, and dips down and bites your lip before shifting up your hips and going up on one knee to fuck you still deeper. you might as well be a ragdoll at this point, but you like being handled roughly, especially by red riot.

your first orgasm comes soon after, with your eyes rolling in the back of your head and shaking in your thighs, and he quickly slips outside of you to eat your pussy through your orgasm. this makes you scream, and into your mouth slips thick fingers that bid you to suck and shut up, even if not a word is said.

stacked on top of one is another climax, from his tongue in and around your cunt, and he bullies himself back inside soon after.

“come.” he demands. you can tell he’s pretending he’s sick of you, but he can’t hide the wince as you tighten and flutter and clamp down on him.

he cums inside and that too is reckless, to not only fuck his best friend’s girlfriend but really make sure to mark all parts of her... but does he really care?

you’re asking for it. and maybe you just have good taste.

#kirishima smut #kirishima x reader smut #eijiro kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #red riot smut #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: kirishima #mimi's notes

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I’m so ecstatic for jealous Eddie. I’m losing it 😭😭

Me too. Jealous Eddie's little judgmental looks and sass is what helped me get through all that Taylor Kelly bs and I'm counting on him to be even worse with T*mmy. Considering Eddie and T*mmy were friends before things with Buck and T*mmy started and Eddie spent all this time talking about how amazing T*mmy is it's gonna be a riot to watch him make an entire 180 now and wish for his death.😝

#ask #anon #911 spoilers #buddie #911 buddie #911!#911 7x06 #buddie s7

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 4 months

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Fuck It Friday

I have pulled myself from the exhausted hellscape in which I reside because @princessfbi and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove tagged me and so, I bequeath you with this:

“You love being the guy who fixes things,” Sean says. If anyone else said that Buck would either bite their head off or hunch his shoulders inward, retreating, shamed. When Sean says it… there’s something soft underneath. Something Buck feels like he can hold onto. Fixing people is hard. And a lot of the time, there’s nothing you can do. Buck knows. He’s tried. His parents. Abby. Maddie. But cars? Cars you can fix. You can’t save a person’s marriage, or their mom, or make them love you, but you can tinker with the engine and adjust the axel and rotate the tires, and then at least you’ve fixed one thing. Buck shrugs, because what’s he gonna do, deny it? “Bobby seems to think I’m good at it.” Bobby also wishes Buck would stick to the garage and not go out racing, though, because Bobby thinks he’s made of fuckin’ china. Sean frowns at him. “You know he loves you, right?” Buck rubs at the back of his neck. “I totaled his car.” “I once scratched our car up,” Sean notes. “I was a kid and my mom was in labor with my little sister. Adriana. Dad was at work, and so I panicked and I got into the car, I figured it couldn’t be too hard, right? I drove it into the wall.” Sean laughs, rueful. “You know what my dad did?” “Read you the riot act?” “But good.” Sean shakes his head. “My ears were ringing by the time he was done. He yelled about the house, about the car, about my mom. You know what he never once did?” Buck waits. “He never once yelled at me about me.” Sean stares out into the distance, at something Buck can’t see. Maybe he’s peering through time. “He never once asked if I was okay, or told me I could’ve hurt myself.” Buck’s throat feels tight. His whole chest is tight. “My dad loves me. I know that. He’s not great at showing it. I moved to L.A. for a reason.” Sean shakes his head like he’s dusting away cobwebs and looks Buck in the eye. “I heard you and Bobby, and I’ve heard about the crash, and not once, ever, has Bobby mentioned his car. Anything about it. The only thing he ever talks about is you. I don’t think he cares that you’re a good or bad racer or what you did or might do to a car, Buck, he cares that you almost lost your fucking leg.”

*crawls back into the hellscape*

#mads writes stuff #buddie #buddie fanfic #princessfbi #alliaskisthepossibilityoflove #in two and a half weeks I will be free... (i.e. my promotion kicks in)#if I can just survive until then...#some of you might be wondering who 'Sean' is #heh heh heh

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housewifebuck · 5 months

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i'm gonna riot if we don't get a call in season 7 where buck's button pops off and takes somebody's eye out

BREAKING: LAFD Firefighter’s Shirt Integrity Fails, 3 Injured and Department Sued

#asks #anonymous #office hours

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glorious-spoon · 2 months

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@wildlife4life tagged me in a WIP game on friday, so here i am, 3 days late with some fic, featuring two guys who are being very normal, just so, so normal and not awkward at all.

Eddie looks up and freezes as well. Then he clears his throat and says, "Hey."

"Hey," Buck says back, sidling into the room. His locker is right next to Eddie's, which is normally great, but right now it's kind of nerve-wracking. He can smell Eddie—clean laundry and just a trace of aftershave—and if he just leaned in a little, they'd bump shoulders.

He does not lean in. He sets his bag down and fixes his gaze on his locker and doesn't watch Eddie doing up his belt out of the corner of his eye. "So, uh, so how was your time off? Do anything fun?"

And it's stilted, it's so stilted that Eddie should laugh at him, but he doesn't. Instead, he clears his throat again and says, "Yeah, you know, just some chores. Household shit. Chris had school, so."

"Right," Buck says. He's got his locker open now. He stops. He really should be getting changed before Bobby reads him the riot act, but he feels weird about getting undressed in front of Eddie now.

"Right," Eddie says back. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder and says, "So I'm just gonna—" and flees.

no pressure tagging @homerforsure, @sibylsleaves, @daffi-990, @junemermaid, @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove, and anyone else who has something they'd like to share!

#911 #buddie #wip game #this is SO much less dire than it seems lmao

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soft5ku11 · 4 months

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The discourse around palworld is not and has never been "we need to feel bad for Nintendo! Justice for Gamefreak!"

It's about artistic integrity and setting a president for dealing with obvious plagiarism.

All the people who spent the last few months allegedly on the side of artists against AI better put your money where your mouth is, unless you only took part in that whole conversation because you wanted someone to attack mindlessly on the internet and stupid AI shaggers were the most popular and low hanging target to get your superiority complex fed.

If you actually care about artists and protecting art and artist rights, you'd make it known now, but a lot of you aren't. You're too busy playing The Funny Pokémon Gun Game in your own little bubble of "this doesn't affect me" to give a shit.

Guess what? If we let Ai generated images become the norm online, all the """art""" of your favourite characters and series will look the same.

All the same.

Never innovating.

All the same.

Always the same.

Because AI image gen doesn't and never has had the ability to create, only to sift through an alarmingly huge box of stolen works, rip them apart and blend them together into something a little different. All it does is replicate.

If we let lazy and blatantly scammy art theft and plagiarism like this go unchecked without consequence, guess what again? Shit's gonna get stolen way more often.

But you don't care, you're not an artist.

You will care though.

It's extremely discouraging for creatives to continue creating when they know their hard work is going to be stolen and trivialised by some lazy cunt who wants to make a quick buck or gain attention and followers online from plagiarism. Your favourite artist might just have had enough. You never know which theft or ""drama"" will be anyone's final straw.

Your favourite artist may have had enough. They'll give up on their passion for art.

All we ask for as artists is respect. If you respect artists, you'd call this shit out when you see it. Make a riot. Stand up because not every artist has the power that Nintendo might do to sue the pants off people.

Supporting this practice of plagiarism monetarily by buying palworld shows not only these developers, but the greater creative industries as a whole, not just video games, that this shit is easy. It will be rewarded. They can do it and get away with it.

It's disgusting.

I know this devolved into something else than my main point, but I believe it's the root issue. Sitting back and letting this shit happen only perpetuates the issue. It allows it to happen again because thieves think they can get away with it.

#soft5ku11 speaking #omg this post became a lot longer than i intended #aorry for the long read lol

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Bucky Barnes: Wedding Cop

Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding. Well too bad that this particular best friend was Steve Rogers, who seemed to be a nervous wreck, wanting everything to go off without a hitch. So what does he do? Force Bucky into patrolling duty. Lucky for him, one of Natasha’s gorgeous bridesmaids, who looked like she had been assigned to babysitting duty, makes his rounds around the garden estate a lot more interesting.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

no powers au | first meets

*****

Bucky grumbled as he yanked at the tie that was pulling on his neck, courtesy of his best friend.

”All right Buck, I put my full faith in you. Everything better go perfectly from here on out,” Steve fumbled, trying to hide his worries with a casual fix of his best buddy’s tie. “ Remember, Tony is not allowed to dance on the tables again. And don’t let anyone else get too drunk and weird. Nothing is allowed to ruin Natasha’s big night.”

“It’s your big night too, Steve.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying and go find your wife.”

“C’mon, Buck,” Steve pleaded. “You already know that her parents don’t like me that much. If something goes wrong on their daughter’s wedding night, they’ll literally hate me forever.”

“I think they already hate you for not being Russian.”

“You’re not funny.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Look, Stevie,” Bucky pushed his friend’s hands away from his tie that was starting to choke him a tad. “You got married to Natasha, not to her parents. Her love for you is absolutely crazy, and nothing’s gonna change that, even if her parents aren’t that fond of you. Which by the way means that something is totally wrong with them.”

Steve cracked a smile.

“Stop worrying about them, punk,” Bucky continued. “You're wasting your time here stressing out when you could be dancing with Natasha, just enjoying your life. Your married, for fuck’s sake. At least act like you like it.”

“Jerk.” Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder with a grin.

“So that means I’m off security duty?”

“You wish.”

Bucky’s cheeky grin dropped.

“What’re you waiting for?” Steve smirked. “I think you’re a bit too old for me to sign you off for some volunteer hours.”

Bucky lazily scanned the garden, watching people chat, laugh, and dance (and basically everything he wished he were doing other than playing cop).

The garden itself was beautifully landscaped, featuring carefully manicured flower beds bursting with a riot of colors. Roses, peonies, and daisies created a tapestry of blooms, their sweet fragrance filling the air and scent mingling with the soft, gentle breeze.

Bucky’s eyes caught Steve and Natasha talking quietly in each other’s ears in the corner, pure love evident on both their faces, hiding from the crowd to get a second to themselves.

A smile pulled on Bucky’s face, his heart melting at the sight. However, he was more than happy to point somebody’s grandma in the direction of the newlyweds after she had tugged on his sleeve and asked if he knew where they were, wanting to talk to the couple.

Bucky silently cursed at his best friend as he watched the old lady slowly make her way over to them. That’s what you get, you bastard.

He continued walking aimlessly around the garden, and as Bucky neared the large oak tree where he first started his lap, he saw a large group of young kids laughing hysterically and running in circles around someone.

Bucky peered past the children, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor person in the middle, wanting to get a quick laugh before he had to go back to his job.

He spotted you in the center of the game of Ring around the Rosie on crack, wearing a beautiful pastel pink bridesmaid dress, frantically trying to calm the kids down before they received even more attention from the guests.

He remembered seeing you earlier in the lineup of bridesmaids during the wedding, standing between Yelena and Wanda, but he didn’t get a good look through his teary eyes as he watched his best friend cry with joy throughout the ceremony.

He slowed his walk down to a halt, chuckling at the sight of you trying to bribe the kids with a pack of gum to get them to stop.

Before he could do anything else though, he accidentally made eye-contact with Sam, who was enjoying watching Bucky walk around in circles a little too much.

“Keep walking, bitch,” Sam mouthed at Bucky, making a circling motion with his finger. “Or else I’m telling Steve that you ain’t doing your job.”

Bucky flipped Sam off with a sneer, earning an obnoxious laugh from the latter.

However, wanting to satisfy his best friend’s wishes, Bucky continued his lap. He decided to walk as fast as he possibly could around the garden, trying to get back to you, sending a charming smile at a couple of guests that he accidentally bumped into in his rush.

Bucky drastically slowed down once he heard the group of kids again, cursing at himself for making it so obvious. This time, they were all chewing gum obnoxiously while you were shoving an empty packet of trident gum into a nearby trash can.

(So that’s exactly what Bucky planned to do on repeat: walk around the garden like his ass was on fire until he reached you, where he would slow down and stare like a creep.

Great plan, right?)

On the third round, you were laughing with a little boy who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to blow bubbles with his gum.

On the fourth round, you were being pulled in opposite directions by two little girls who seemed to be fighting over you.

On the fifth round, all the girls were gently braiding white peonies from a nearby bush into your hair while you held a giant rock-paper-scissors tournament with the boys.

During the frenzy of the game, Bucky somehow managed to beckon Cass, Sam’s younger nephew, over.

“Hey, buddy.” Bucky knelt down on one knee to match the boy’s height. “Having fun?”

“Uncle Bucky, if you’re trying to get me to play matchmaker for you, I’ll have you know that I’m a little too busy right now to be playing cupid for a grown man.”

Bucky stared at the little boy. Why did he have to be so damn smart. “C’mon, Cass,” Bucky didn’t even try to create a cover story. “Just tell me her name.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Cass stuck his tongue. “It’s sad that your love life needs help from a six year old.”

“Ouch.” Bucky watched Cass run back to the group, getting up back to his feet before looking over at you again.

You looked like a fucking goddess with the flowers weaved into your hair and the soft glow from the fairy lights that were strung around leaving an angelic gleam on your smiling face.

However, before Bucky could stare for too long, Sam was urging him to keep walking.

On the sixth round, you were playing a huge game of concentration with all the kids.

On the seventh round, it was just you and Morgan Stark left in the game, and Bucky watched as you purposefully hesitated to let the little girl win. You laughed as she danced around you, repeatedly chanting “I win, you lose, I win, you lose”.

Damn Starks and their egos.

In the middle of the eighth round, while Bucky was rushing to get back to your group, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Woah, Buck,” Steve laughed. “I’m glad that you’re so determined to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just meant keep an eye on everyone. Like from wherever you were standing. Not walk around aggressively in circles.”

Bucky shrugged nervously. “Um, what can I say? It’s my duty to make sure everything’s perfect. Plus, I- uh, love walking.”

Steve looked suspicious. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s go to the dance floor. Becca’s looking for you.”

“Uh yeah, lemme just finish my final lap. There were a couple of tipsy looking men over there. Think they’re Alexei’s friends or something,” Bucky lied, gesturing in the general direction where he last saw you guys sitting. “I’ll just make sure they’re not too drunk and then I’ll join you guys.”

“You don’t have to, Buck,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulder. “But thank you.”

Bucky nodded curtly, promptly speed-walking back to you and the kids. Once he finally made it to the familiar tree, he was stopped in his tracks. You weren’t there.

Bucky finally noticed that all the kids were back with their parents; some being forced to eat, some dancing around with their dads, and some sitting, exhausted, in their mom’s lap.

He looked around for your familiar pink dress and white flowers hanging on by the thread in your hair, but he couldn’t spot you anywhere.

However, before he could find Cass and bribe him into telling Bucky where you went, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

It was Yelena, looking weirdly amused.

“Can I help you?” Bucky was a bit annoyed by the interruption during his frantic search for you.

“Actually, I think I can help you.” Her smug voice was coated in a thick Russian accent.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Come on, lover boy, you can’t hide anything from me. I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried to look as bored as possible, but his heart skipped a beat.

“Just admit it, Barnes. Or else I’ll tell your mother, and then she'll take matters into her own hands.”

Bucky’s head whipped towards Winnifred Barnes, who was across the garden, and was laughing at something Sam had said. Of course, Bucky loved his mother dearly, but Yelena probably would be a better matchmaker.

“Fine,” He mumbled. “You win.”

“Of course. I always do.” She pushed him, not so gently, in the direction of the bar. “Go get her, Casanova. She’s over there.”

“Couldn’t have done that any softer?” Bucky grumbled, steading himself from the shove.

“Nope.” She smiled sweetly.

Once Bucky was a couple yards out, she called out after him. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

“Fuck. You.” Bucky mouthed at her, earning a witch-like cackle from Yelena, but not before he checked to make sure not too many people were staring.

As Bucky approached the bar, he wiped his clammy hands onto his suit, surprised at his own nervousness.

Where the hell did all this sweat come from?

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a seat in the empty stool next to you, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

C’mon, Bucky. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Stop worrying. You’re becoming Steve. Just go for it. Say something. Anything-

“You’re Steve’s best man, right?” A gentle voice interrupted his frantic train of thought. “I remember seeing you power-walk in circles from across the garden earlier. Kinda reminded me of my grandma.”

Bucky laughed, his nerves melting away as he shot a sweet grin at you. “I bet your grandma’s got nothing on me. You see how fast I was going?”

“I certainly did. But I’m still wondering why, though.”

“What if I said that I was training for the Olympics?”

You giggled, and Bucky almost melted into a puddle at the sound. “Well then I would say that you wouldn’t last a minute there. Have you ever seen professional race-walking? It’s intense, man.”

“You saying I’m not good enough to compete?” Bucky nudged your shoulder with his own, his usual wave of confidence rippling back through him. “I’d like to see you try to beat me.”

“Give me the date and time,” You nudged him back. “You’re on.”

“Okay, okay, I see how it is.” Bucky clicked his tongue. “But, personally, I prefer to know my opponent’s name before we race to the death.”

“Well, personally,” You mocked, giving Bucky a sly grin. “I don’t like giving out private information to the enemy.”

“Fine, be that way. But since I, for one, am a good sport, I’ll start.” He dramatically stuck his hand out. “Hey there, I’m Bucky.”

You took his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at you. “Y’know, usually when someone introduces themselves to you, you’re supposed to introduce yourself back.”

“Oh really?” You slowly pulled your hand back, and he already missed the warmth of it. “Well thank you for the words of wisdom, Bucky. I’ll be sure to try it next time.” You stretched out his name with a smirk, and Bucky turned red.

Since when was the name ‘Bucky’ this erotic?

He chuckled and looked out to the dance floor, not wanting to give away the blush adorning his cheeks. He spotted Natasha and Steve, who were dancing slowly together in the middle, staring softly into each other’s eyes without a care in the world.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” You followed Bucky’s gaze to the couple, resting your chin in one hand and letting out a happy sigh.

Not as adorable as you, thou-

Bucky heard his name being called out, along with someone else’s he didn’t recognize.

Yelena squeezed in between you both, swinging an arm around each of you. She winked at Bucky. “I see you two have met.”

Bucky looked over at you with a smirk. "So that's your name, huh?" He repeated it with a long and dramatic stretch, just like you had with his. You hit his foot with your own.

“Whoa, no need to get violent,” Yelena jokingly slapped the back of your head before returning her arm onto your shoulder.

“Says you.” Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, Barnes. Says me.” Yelena slapped Bucky’s head next. “Anyways, everyone’s looking for you guys. Let’s go dance.”

Before either of you could protest, Yelena was already dragging you both by the hand up onto your feet and to the crowd in the middle of the estate. She shoved Bucky’s hands onto your waist and yours onto his shoulders before hurriedly walking away. “Have fun! I’m going to go find a dance partner.”

“Um, sorry about that.” You looked down at your feet, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Nothing to be sorry about, doll.” Bucky nudged your foot with his own. “So, you wanna dance?”

“If we didn’t, Yelena probably would kill us.” You leaned forward a bit as you laughed, and Bucky caught a whiff of the flowers in your hair. “But I’m definitely gonna step on your feet, so I apologize in advance.”

“Don’t you worry, doll. You’ll do great.” He started moving his feet to the music, urging you to sway along with him.

After a couple of laughs and bruises on Bucky’s toes, you had finally nailed it.

“See, you’re doing fabulous. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky smiled.

“Mhm, you can say that after I step on your foot again.”

“Oh c’mon, that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got this shit down.” Bucky winked at you. “That’s what happens when you get a great teacher like me.”

“Keep bragging and I’ll step on your foot on purpose this time.” You threatened. However, your mocking glare quickly turned into a sweet smile as spotted Morgan, who was dancing with her dad a few feet away.

Bucky watched as you two took turns sticking your tongues out at each other, the battle finally ending once Tony and Morgan danced away over to Pepper.

The crowd slowly dwindled down, leaving you and Bucky on the dance floor along with a few other couples.

Your dress twirled around you, the fabric flowing and whispering as you moved. Bucky’s hand rested on the small of your back, and the smooth wooden floor beneath them seemed to sway along in rhythm.

“You’re great with kids,” Bucky pointed out when you turned back to face him. “I saw you with 'em earlier too.”

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled at him, flashing your teeth. “I was convinced into babysitting for the night. Luckily the kids didn’t get too crazy. Probably shouldn't have given all of them gum though.”

Bucky laughed. “I feel you. I was forced into security duty by Steve.”

“Unpaid workers unite!” You stuck your hand up for a high-five, and Bucky gladly accepted with a hearty laugh. “So you’re pretty close to Steve, huh?”

“Yeah. We grew up together in Brooklyn. Been friends for as long as I can remember. He’s always been there for me.” Bucky looked over at his best friend, who was standing with Winnie and Sam, his arm draped across Natasha’s waist, pulling her close into him. “I’m really happy for him. He deserves all of this.”

You nodded, smiling up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. “You sound like an amazing friend,” You said softly, matching the gentle music playing in the background.

And in that moment, Bucky wanted to know everything about you- your hopes, your dreams, your fears, and the stories that danced behind your eyes. Time seemed to slow down as Bucky absorbed every detail of your presence- everything from your mischievous eyes down to your delicate lips that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

The sheer sight of your twinkling smile stirred emotions deep in him, and he wanted nothing more than to see that smile over and over again for the rest of his life. His mind scrambled to find the right words to describe the mixture of delight and nervousness he felt in his veins that created some sort of magnetic force that tugged you closer to him.

You were just a few inches away. Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.

“Central park. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll pick you up,” He whispered.

“You taking me on a date tomorrow, Barnes?” Your eyes flickered to his lips.

“Nah, doll.” Bucky inched closer. “We’re gonna race.”

And then he closed the distance with a lingering kiss.

#bucky x reader #no powers au #marvel fanfiction

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