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prissygrlsorority · 1 year

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everything you need to make your own personal beauty binder 🎀

disclaimer: this post is heavily inspired by @tomb-of-ligeia and @daphne-dauphinoise, and early 2010s beauty youtubers. it’s always kind to credit your inspo <3

inspired by the lookbooks and makeup charts used by makeup artists designers at high fashion runways shows and childhood bratz coloring and activity books. the law of attraction is at use heavily with this binder (writing down goals and wishlists)!

you should be keeping diy recipes you find in here.

*you don’t need a physical binder. some people function better with digital mediums. i prefer anything physical and concrete. but you can do all this in something like a notion, or your notes app, etc.

why? 🎀

a cute girly hobby (esp for type A, anal retentive, or analytical personalities/extremely creative, hands on people) to keep track of your routines, motivate you to keep yourself maintained, and figure out what works best for you. it’s nothing too serious, just a girly pastime for people that maybe buy too many products, slip up on routines, or don’t what looks best on your features. have fun!

what to record in your binder? 🎀

an intro sheet 10 different topics divided by tabbed sections: your personal features, makeup, body, fashion, skincare, hair, fragrance, nails, treatments/procedures, salons/spas/referrals/contacts 🎀

intro sheet 🎀

here, you should keep your goals, desired look, and how you want to perceive yourself.

your personal features

a chart of your color season. mine is cool winter. you can use color season for whatever, i choose to apply it to my makeup.

your natural body shape. this will help you choose the best clothes to flatter your silhouette.

a close up, unfiltered clear photo of your bare face. note your skin type, color, undertone, and any other things that stand out to you.

note what you wanna enhance and what you wanna improve. this will help throughout your binder.

makeup

put on a light layer of every lipstick/lip gloss/etc. you have and make kiss shaped swatches in your binder. note the shade, brand, and finish. then the mood/occasion in which you’d wear it.

swatch all your lip liners, again leaving the details of the product.

swatch your foundation shades. note the finish, name and brand.

make a sheet dedicated to all your “holy grail”, essential products.

swatch your eyeshadow palettes. i have all my shimmer pigments swatches and it’s the prettiest thing to look at.

do you have any go to makeup looks? your casual look, going out look, no makeup makeup look, etc.? do these looks and take high quality pics. make personalized face charts by printing them out and noting the steps and products you used.

take c*nty pics of your lashes after trying on all your mascaras/falsies. note the effects and when you would be most likely to wear them.

print out any pics of interesting makeup looks and products you wanna try.

try on lip combos and kiss swatch them. i’m doing this because i do amazing lip combos all the time but i forget which products i used, and it’s hard to replicate the look.

body

take a stick figure-esque picture of yourself and print it out. any outfit you want to buy, print and clip it out first and see if it’s something you’d wear and actually like.

are you experiencing any skin issues on your body and trying any products? keep track of the issue and how the products are doing.

if you don’t already have one, brainstorm workout routines and general wellness/fitness goals.

what are your fav body products? what products did you buy, and hate? TRACK THEM!

any detoxes/diets you’re doing should be recorded in this section.

record “beauty enhancing” foods and drinks here. mine include matcha, lemon water and acv shots.

fashion

outfit planning! take pics of pieces you already have and clip them out. (i’m doing this currently and keeping them all in a little pocket in my binder).

make a moodboard of your personal style(s). how do you want your closet to look? try to see what details, colors, additions are consistent throughout. when shopping, these are what you should keep track of.

print out your signature clothing color palette if you want to have one.

dedicate a page to accessories you have/want, and how you’d style them.

*this can be expensive but the fashion girls will prob love this* go to the fabric store and buy little swatches that you like. take note of what the fabric is and why you like it.

dedicate a page to all your signature details. all the little specific things that scream YOU and NO ONE else! that means do not write pink, girly, etc. here. that is not exclusive to you, hun.

skincare

take a current filter free photo (make it glam! tie your hair up in a ballerina bun and put on some cute earrings) of the state of your skin. if your skin is perfect, i’m jealous and how does it feel to be god’s fav? if not what problems are you experiencing?

log your current skincare routines and how they’re working.

make a page for your skin type, how it feels when you wake up and how it feels and looks by the end of the day and research tips to deal with your personal skin type.

skincare wishlist! list any products you wanna try and what they are for. sample them from ulta or sephora if it’s possible.

dedicate a page to the skincare ingredients your skin loves the MOST! mine are retinol, bha, and vitamin c.

i have a page for all the extra cute little skincare devices i want. on it there’s a stainless steel gua sha, an ice pack, facial steamer, and pink foreo.

hair

what’s your hair type, density, porosity and curl pattern?

write down any hair goals you have. mine is frizz free tailbone length caramel brown hair with honey blonde highlights by the end of this year.

what’s your signature hairstyle? do you have a signature? brainstorm here.

clip out hairstyle inspo from pinterest and insta and try to recreate all the looks!

what are your fav hair products? i keep track of the best curling creams and leave in conditioners for my hair personally.

take note of any trending products you wanna try.

fragrance

make a moodboard of how you wanna smell. after this, research notes and how they work together.

now track your fav perfumes, your most complimented, etc.

note what fragrances go with what occasion and how they make you feel.

make your perfume wishlist! my fav part!

nails

swatch all your polishes. label them and their finish.

what’s your signature/go to nail look?

do you have any pics of your fav mani + pedis? print them out and write the details you loved the most.

write down your at home mani and pedi routine and it’s frequency.

write your fav colors and styles to wear on your nails. mine are glittery pink, pale pink, white, cream, french tip and pink frenchie. a hyper girly twist on the classics.

treatments/procedures

take note of any surgeries or procedures you want done and what they do.

anything you leave the house to have done regularly, keep track here.

don’t limit yourself! forget your budget! what are some high maintenance treatments you wanna experience? manifest it.

references

write down the sources of which you find great info for beauty and fashion

keep addresses of your fav salons and spas.

keep business contacts of your fav estheticians, stylists, nail techs, etc.

use my branding yourself guide to assist in your beauty binder! so much inspo and so many good resources! 🎀

#prissygrlsorority #my posts #beauty binder 🎀

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silvershiningtarot · 6 months

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💕💕PAC: moodboard Of Your Relationship with Your Future Spouse? ☀️💋

Disclaimer: 18+ mature. This is a general reading I wanted to added a MoodBoard. I’m doing a reading of my intuition. To see if you guys like it or not. Remember this is a general reading and these are Three Piles! So enjoy 😊 sorry it is going to be short and tell me what you think first.

Pile 1: In this relationship between you and your Spouse as the goofy couple. Both of you love to joke around with each other. It is like you two get each other, in the most possible way you can think of. Maybe, you two like the same movies, shows, food, or goofy faces. You both are each other’s perfect match. I feel that you two are telepathically connected. You'll know what your husband is thinking and they'll know what you are thinking. Both of you say it out loud. I see lots of laughs and giggles. Aww, so adorable. I can see that you two will find ways to brighten up each other’s mood. For example, if the other one is down the other uplift the other one up. I heard “Hella support.” so much support here. I feel that this relationship is childlike. But don't get me wrong every relationship has there’s low vibrations. But I'm sensing that this relationship is so goofy after an argument you two continue laughing 😅. Which is good to me, in my opinion. I see that your spouse likes feeding you making sure that you eat well. They're more the type to eat fruits. Your husband likes to eat fruits make sure their body is nice and right. I heard “rice” so maybe, they eat a lot of rice for some of your husband’s. Most of you, I think that your husband is very childlike in a relationship with you. It is like I heard “childhood crush.” you know in those movies kid grow up remembering their childhood lover. It is like that with you two. That's the vibe I'm sensing. But I also sense self-care as well. You two will bathe with each other, putting on face masks. It is like a routine with you two. Every day the second you wake up in the rising. You two start your routines. I feel that you like to be on your husband a lap. If you look at the mood board pictures, you can tell. Always on them. For this Pile, I sense that you have a codependency. Or they do. They are always on you. You're on them. Which is okay as long as it is healthy. If it gets too toxic, oh snap! Lol 😆 but I don't sense honestly. But I sense good vibes. I do feel that they will propose to you. They'll make your dream wedding happen for you. Even if they don't make that much money they'll help you out because I heard them say “I love you.” They'll do anything to make you happy. You are their priority. You come first in their eyes. Oh wow! I sense some irritation from people, but who gives a damn!

🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺

Pile 2: Hmm, 🤔oh aww, I see that in this relationship a lot of kid vibes too. Huge childlike. I see that you guys might go to Chucky Cheese together. Or a lot of carnivals 🎪. Don't make fun of the Chucky Cheese pizza place I think it is adorable. Maybe, your husband is good at playing basketball. But I see that you guys winning tickets together. They like winning prizes. Oh my god, aww. I heard “love at first sight.” for this relationship, it is love at first sight. The second they saw you, it was a moment for your husband that they fell in love with you. That's so amazing. I feel that for this relationship, I sense a wedding vibe. But I heard “slow burn.” this relationship will take time to grow and mature. But I'm seeing a lot of comfort. So much emotional support. A lot of kissing, and cuddling next to each other. Oh wow. You two love being all up on each other! Yes, I am seeing so much kissing. Making out sessions even at home. I won't tell if you don’t lol 😂. I'm just kidding. But I am having a small wedding. I do see that you two want to grow old together. Even when you two old together you two will look amazing old. Still taking selfies together. Haha 😂 amazing. I feel that you have your kinks and you might show off your kinks in public with your husband. Oh yeah, I see that you guys are always out in public. Like sometimes you two will be at home and having sex a lot. But when you guys are in public Bam! Kissing and selfies. I heard the song “Teenage Dream.” by Katy Perry. Maybe, you should listen to that song. You two are teenagers in this relationship it is like your high school sweetheart. I can hear your husband say “I wish that I'd met you in high school.”

💍🔆💍🔆💍🔆💍🔆💍🤤🔆

Pile 3: oh dang, I am sensing a lot of sexual intention between you and your husband in this relationship. I heard “goofy moment.” oh yeah, you two love being up on each other including sexually. You're always horny for your husband. Even them as well. I see them kissing your legs, body, and your pussy too. Wow, but I'm seeing them gently kissing you up and down. Kissing your thighs, neck, arms, hands, lips, etc. They are always fuccin horny for you. I see that you wear lingerie whenever your husband comes home from work, I heard “meeting.” and even after a meeting, they finished up. You wearing their T-shirt 👕 and just slowly undress yourself the second your husband walks through that door. Oh yeah, I can see them hitting their lips. I heard them say “Wow, I had a rough day.” so they just walked in the door picked you up, lay you down on the bed, and started kissing you. I feel that you guys love being in the water. Maybe, water cleanses you two. It is like a relaxing body. I sense self-care as well. Your husband brushing their teeth while you doing your makeup. I don't see you two hogging each other space. Or whenever you guys are in front of a mirror 🪞 they don't hog you. You two respect each other space. I am seeing so much love 💕 here. I sense dominant vibes. They're your dominant man/woman and your submissive woman/man or them/they. That's what I'm feeling like. I do see you putting your finger in your husband's pants! Oh my god, I can sense them moaning. They love your hand in their pants. So you two have this kind of relationship of submissive momma and dominant daddy or the other way around. But I am getting a healthy relationship and boundaries. Wow, I'm feeling heavy respect here!

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sailor-aviator · 4 months

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Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Ten

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of death, Language, Talk of mating rituals, Talk of potentially life threatening situations, Smut (oral, f receiving), Dirty talk, Confrontations. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed anything!

Word Count: 4k

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The rain was more of a mist in the following days, setting the mood that had fallen over the rest of the town. Seagulls cried off in the distance and the waves crashed almost dully against the drab beaches of North Island. It was like the life had been sucked out of the little town in a matter of seconds.

Had anyone liked Mandy? Not particularly, but the idea of someone you’ve known your entire life meeting such a violent and unexpected end was sure to make people feel some type of way. Maybe not overwhelming sadness, but perhaps a mixture of shock and fear. That could have been anyone after all.

You watched waves crash into the shore from your perch on some of the rocks outside the Floyd home. They had departed earlier that morning, dressed in all black and looking worn.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Susan asked you, her eyes rimmed red from the tears she had been shedding nonstop over the past couple of days. You had given her a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m sure, Susan,” you murmured, nodding slightly. “It wouldn’t make sense for me to go, anyway.”

There was no love lost between you and Mandy. In truth, she despised you, and you couldn’t say that you didn’t feel something similar towards her.

Still, the thought of her lifeless body laying there on the beach had tears springing to your eyes.

You had sobbed into Bob’s chest, shoulders shaking and fingers becoming stiff from clutching him so hard. It wasn’t until a pair of gentle hands rested on your arms that you opened your eyes, revealing concerned, familiar green staring back at you. You flung yourself into Jake’s arms, your tears and sobs starting anew as he held you tightly, stroking a hand over your hair as he murmured assurances into your ear.

You felt ridiculous for it, really. You hadn’t even known Mandy all that well, and there you had been, in hysterics as if you had while everyone else stayed strong for you. So, no. It didn’t feel right to attend her funeral, so you stayed behind, allowing those who knew her the chance to mourn her properly.

The mist clung to you, seeping down into your bones until a chill settled over you and you could no longer keep the shaking at bay. You trudged up the wooden stairs to the back of the house, the grey light casting a gloomy glow throughout the different rooms as you made your way up the stairs to change.

You had promised Nat that you would swing by Mrs. Cambroni’s shop to pick up the masks for the Moonlight Masquerade that weekend.

“I would go,” she had murmured, her face drawn and a distant look in her eyes as she spoke, “but I have to be there.”

“I understand, Nat,” you had assured her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help in any way that I can.”

So now you found yourself walking down the nearly empty streets toward the boardwalk. Most people were tucked away in their houses or in the various businesses that didn’t require one to be outside in the rain, and in some ways, you envied them.

You had expected this summer to be uneventful at best, spending time with Bob and his childhood friends while swimming and winning prizes on the boardwalk. It was supposed to be a fun, but overall underwhelming time spent with new and old friends before you went on to continue your studies with Bob.

Instead, you found yourself in the middle of a nightmarish fairytale filled with mermaids and murder. It chilled you to think of how many times you had been dragged beneath the waves and the one time you had. But, you wondered if all would be well now, as horrible as it seemed. After all, it was Mandy that had tried to kill you that morning by luring you into the water. Would it really be that big of a stretch to assume that she was behind the other murders as well? You supposed not, considering that seemed to be the line of thinking everyone had adopted. They tried to steer clear of that conversation for the most part, but you had overheard Nat and Bradley talking in hushed tones the day before about delayed claiming. They had stopped when you walked into the room, and before you could question them further, they had directed you out the door with the promise of ice cream.

They should have known by now that you wouldn’t drop it.

The bell above the door chimed to signal your entrance, and you shuddered as a wave of air-conditioned air washed over your still damp form. Why you thought changing would help, you weren’t sure, but it never failed to hope. The static laced pop song from the radio that sat on the counter filtered throughout the shop, feeling almost suffocatingly normal to you now.

You immediately headed for the display table near the front. An array of masks sparkled in the fluorescent lighting of the shop, and one in particular stood out to you. It was an off-white fabric that was embroidered with baby blue and pink flowers, different colored pearls embellishing the fabric. It amazed you how perfectly it matched the dress Nat had picked out for you, as if someone had known you’d need it.

“I was wondering when you’d stop by.”

You whirled around to meet the green eyes of Cole. He smiled as you placed a hand over your heart, willing the muscle to calm down.

“You startled me,” you groused half-heartedly, offering him a smile. He peered around, frowning when he saw you were all alone.

“You by yourself today?” He asked, brows pinching in concern. You shrugged, turning back to the mask and picking it up from the table.

“Everyone else is at the funeral.”

“Right,” he murmured, walking over to stand by you. “My aunt went to pay her respects.”

“You didn’t want to?” You questioned, earning a sigh from the older man.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to,” he hesitated, “but it wasn’t like Mandy was well liked, was she? I certainly wasn’t her biggest fan.”

“You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” you replied, voice almost a whisper as the gruesome scene that plagued your thoughts once again flashed in your mind’s eye.

“The dead aren’t here to listen,” he snorted, shoving his hands in his pocket. Your eyes flickered over to him before turning your attention back to the mask in your hand. The two of you stood in silence for a brief moment as you ran your fingers over the mask.

“Has anyone told you yet why we throw on the Moonlight Masquerade every year?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Isn’t it just another excuse for everyone to get dressed up and wasted?” You countered with a snort. Cole grinned, plucking the mask from your hands.

“We celebrate it,” he began, hovering the mask over his face, “to remind us that the sea people walk amongst us undetected. That they could be anyone, and we would never know unless they revealed themselves to us.”

“I suppose it’s great for the local businesses to make some money too,” you chuckled. Cole smirked, handing the mask back to you before turning and heading towards an accessory display a few shelves over.

“You know,” he drawled, casually running his fingers over the different necklaces before grabbing one off the line, “it would be a shame if your look was marred by that mark on your neck. Why don’t you wear this too?”

“The mark?” You balked, your hand flying up to reflexively touch the mark in question. It tingled underneath your fingers, and you couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran up your spine.

“Yeah,” he smirked, walking back towards you. “It actually reminds me of the claiming marks in the legends.”

“Does it?” You hummed. “You know, I’ve been hearing a lot about it, but no one has told me anything about it.”

The two of you stood in silence once again as Cole studied you, his face neutral and not giving anything away.

“What is it you want to know?”

“How does it work?” You asked, feeling excitement coil in your belly at the prospect of finally having your questions answered.

“Well,” Cole drawled, “let me see. You’ve heard the stories about the intention bites?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he continued with a nod, “well, the claiming bite is the next stage, the permanent stage. The sea people don’t give it without being completely sure about who they’re giving it to. People don’t accept it without being completely sure it’s what they want.”

“And why is that?” You breathed, leaning in closer, practically vibrating with anticipation. Cole smirked at you.

“Because it could kill you.”

You jerked back, eyes wide. “What?”

“The process can kill you,” Cole said as if he were talking about the weather.

“How?” You frowned, clutching the mask in your hand a little tighter.

“Well, it’s the whole process of it all, really,” he sighed, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment. “In order for a sea person to claim their chosen mate, they have to drag their partner down, down, down beneath the waves, cutting them off from air until they’re to the point of death. Then, they breathe life back into them, bringing their partner to the surface where the bond is sealed with a physical act followed by the claiming bite.”

You stood in shocked silence, processing what he was telling you. How had the others not told you any of this? Were they just going to let you walk into this blind?

“Are you okay, Skipper?” Cole asked, concern laced in his features as he watched you. You took a shaky breath before offering him a small smile.

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, Cole. Thank you. I should get going though. I promised Nat that I’d meet her later.”

“Don’t forget your masks,” he smiled, gesturing towards the table. You let out a laugh that was much too high pitched, wincing internally at how freaked out you sounded.

“Right,” you sighed, picking out a mask that you thought would match Nat’s dress, quickly scurrying after Cole towards the counter.

“I’ll see you around then, Skipper,” he smirked, handing you the paper bag once you had finished paying. You gave him a small wave before turning and all but fleeing the store, the bell chiming ominously after you.

Cole’s words lingered in your mind as you walked along the boardwalk with Jake a few days later, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you tucked yourself into his side. The sun hovered below the horizon, casting the last little bit of light onto the beach before the darkness of night took hold.

“Are you cold?” Jake asked, leaning down so that his breath brushed against the shell of your ear. A small shiver ran up your spine at the sensation, and you pressed yourself a little closer to him with a shake of your head.

“No,” you hummed, a content smile on your face as the two of you continued to walk. “‘m perfect, actually.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, green eyes sparkling as the two of you neared his home. “You are.”

You let out a rather unladylike snort as you trotted up the stairs and onto his porch. Jake grinned at you, trapping you between himself and the porch railing as he leaned in, arching an eyebrow at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you giggled. “You’re just really fucking corny, sometimes.”

Jake’s mouth dropped open in fake outrage, sending you into a round of giggles as he pressed into you further, his knee slotting in between your thighs as he did so. Your giggles cut off into a small gasp, eyes growing wide as he leaned in close enough that his nose brushed yours.

“You think I’m corny?” He challenged, a devilish smirk finding its way onto his lips. You let out a shaky breath, unable to tear your eyes away from his as you nodded slightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, cursing yourself for losing composure so quickly. You shifted, unwittingly brushing your clothed core against his thigh and letting out a moan at the pressure against your clit.

The change in Jake was instantaneous. His green eyes began to glow as he let out a low growl, hands gripping your hips slightly harder as he deliberately rolled them back down onto him. You cried out, hands flying to find purchase in his shirt.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, the smirk once again finding a home on his face. “You like when I rub you right there?”

“Jake,” you whispered, eyes hooded with lust as you attempted to move against him. He tsked at you, holding you firmly in place as he gave you an admonishing look.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, leaning in to hover his lips above yours, his breath washing over you in hot waves as you let out a needy whine. “Good girls don’t take without asking.”

His lips pressed against yours then, slightly chapped but firm against your own. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him entrance, groaning as his tongue licked into you, stroking against your own. After a moment, Jake pulled back, nipping at your bottom lip before looking at you expectantly. It took you a moment before you realized what it was that he wanted.

You leaned up, capturing his lips with yours for a moment before leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from his lips, down to his jaw, and down the length of his neck.

“Please, Jake,” you whimpered. “Please make me feel good.”

“I don’t know,” he hummed, teasingly. “It doesn’t sound like you really want it.”

You let out a frustrated grunt as you once again attempted to roll your hips down against him, only to have him stop you. You nipped at the base of his neck, soothing over the bite with your tongue. Jake stiffened against you, and before you could ask what was wrong, his hands slid to grasp the underside of your thighs, hauling you up and through the screen door, lips moving eagerly against yours as he did so.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you let out a gasp as you felt his length press against your thigh. Jake made a beeline for the stairs, and looking back later, you were impressed with how easily he managed to get the two of you up the stairs without incident. Jake maneuvered the two of you into the room you had slept in just two weeks before, and you realized in that moment that it was his room.

Jake sat you on the bed, pulling away with short pants of breath as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I promised I’d take it slow,” he murmured, gaze searching yours, letting you make the next move. You reached for him, pulling him towards you by his shirt.

“I don’t care,” you said firmly, shaking your head as you pulled back to look at him once more. “I don’t care. Need you.”

Jake’s lips connected with yours once more as he laid you down on the sheets, running a hand up your side and underneath your shirt to lay just below your breast. His lips left yours, mimicking your actions from earlier and trailing his lips down from your jaw to your neck where his mark lay. He ran his tongue gently over the mark, earning a keening cry from you as you arched into him.

Jake quickly pulled your shirt up above your head and making quick work of your braw before latching on to your right nipple. His other hand came up to tweak the other, sending rivers of pleasure straight to your core as you writhed and moaned beneath him.

“Jake!” You cried out as he scraped his teeth over the pebbled nub before switching his attention to the other. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers curling in the soft, blond strands as his hand moved down to unbutton your shorts, helping you slide them down your legs and onto the floor.

He peeled himself away from your breasts, trailing his tongue down the expanse of your stomach as he settled in between your thighs, eyes trained on your clothed core where you could feel the wet spot on your panties. Feeling heat pool in your cheeks at his hungry gaze, you attempted to close your legs, but Jake caught each knee in one hand, prying them back apart and leveling you with a glare.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled, leaning forward to run his nose along your covered slit, inhaling deeply. He let out a strangled groan as you let out another gasp at the action, chest heaving with anticipation. His nose pressed into you, nudging your clit and sending you arching into his touch. You were sure it hurt with how tightly your fingers held onto his hair, but Jake was too lost in the bliss of you, mouthing at your center and reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side.

“This all for me?” He asked huskily, glancing up at you with hooded eyes. You swallowed thickly, only able to manage a nod. You let out a yelp as Jake frowned, turning towards your right thigh and biting down just hard enough to leave an imprint.

“I asked you a question, sweet girl,” he warned, soothing over the bite with his tongue as he gave you another glare from the corner of his eye.

“Yes!” you cried out. “Yes, it’s all for you.”

“I made you this wet, huh? Did I make my pretty girl feel good?” He prompted, peeling your panties down your legs.”

“Yes,” you sobbed, arching into him, desperate for some type of relief, but Jake was firm, holding you down as he toyed with you.

He hummed, darting his tongue out to give an experimental lick at your dripping slit. You let out a strangled cry, pressing your face into the sheets as he repeated the action.

Jake let out a low growl as he dove in, tongue fucking you as his nose repeatedly bumped against your clit, his strong hands keeping you open and on display for him. Your breaths came out in pinched cries as he drove you closer to your high, the coil inside your belly pulling tight. You nearly sobbed as he added a finger, plunging it into your depths, seeking out that spot inside of you.

“So tight,” he whispered, almost reverently as he focused his attention on your clit, adding a second finger and hooking them until you let out a wail. You felt him smirk against you, and if he wasn’t making you see stars, you’d have smacked.

“Did I find that sweet spot, pretty girl?” He chuckled, honing in on that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your release was quickly approaching, and your hips rocked up to meet his thrusts your hands moving to find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.

Jake let out a low groan as your walls fluttered around his fingers, the sting of your fingernails driving him mad as he chased your release almost more eagerly than you did.

“Need you to come for me, angel,” he murmured, sucking your clit back between his lips and adding a third finger. The stretch of his fingers had you keening, and he sped his thrusts up. “Look so pretty like this, all strung out for me. Can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock, this pretty little pussy milking me dry. I’m never going to get enough of you, I swear it. I’m gonna keep you nice and full, and you’ll feel me for days. Now come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers.”

And with a brush of his teeth against your clit, you were sent careening over the edge with a high-pitched cry, your eyes scrunching closed as the coil in your belly finally snapped. Jake lapped up your release eagerly, tongue licking up everything you had to offer. You trembled in his grip, thighs shaking from excursion and aftershocks as the blond licked you clean. You let out a shaking breath as he pulled his fingers from you, licking your juices off with a hum.

“So sweet,” he murmured, eyeing you up and down with a small smirk. You fought to catch your breath, reaching out clumsily for him. He leaned into your touch, allowing you to pull him into a lazy, lust-filled kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning at the flavor and reaching a hand down in between the two of you to grip his length. Jake let out a moan before pulling back abruptly, pupils blown as he looked at you.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, and you frowned up at him.

“What?”

“No, I-” he paused. “I don’t want our first time to be like this. I want to do it right.”

You watched him for a moment, your mind still reeling from the orgasm he had just pulled from you. Slowly, you nodded, pulling him down into another kiss, your fingers lacing through his hair to massage his scalp.

“Okay,” you nodded against his lips.

Jake smiled down at you, repositioning the two of you so that your heads were up by the headboard, facing each other as he traced his fingers absentmindedly over your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other's presence. You allowed your mind to wander, and it inevitably drifted to what Cole had told you the other day.

“It could kill you.”

“Jake?” You whispered, peering up at him from where you were nuzzled into his neck. He hummed, one eye slinking open to look at you.

“Is it true that the mating bite could kill me?” You asked, and Jake’s eyes shot open. He sat straight up, leaving you scrambling to follow.

“Where did you hear that?” He demanded, brow furrowed as he watched you wearily. You frowned up at him, your own brow pinching together as you regarded him.

“So, it’s true,” you muttered. Jake shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s true that the mating bite comes with its risks,” he conceded, chewing on his bottom lip. You waited patiently for him to continue, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. “It’s rare for it to kill someone though.”

“But it does happen?” You prodded, lips pursed. Jake glanced at you before looking down at his lap.

“Very, very rarely,” he admitted. “The process becomes more dangerous the longer someone goes without taking a mate.”

“Like you?”

Jake looked at you fully, a look of hurt mixed with desperation painted on his pretty features. He reached for you, and you allowed him to cup your face in his hands, his thumb running gently over the apple of your cheek.

“I would never do anything to hurt you,” he murmured, eyes pleading as they darted over your face. “Don’t for a second believe that I wouldn’t kill for you, Skipper. You are everything to me.”

You studied him silently, eyes tracing over the hard lines of him. Jake had never given you a reason to not trust him. Quite the opposite, in fact. The desperation in his voice had a part of you regretting even bringing up the topic in the first place. You smiled up at him softly, running your fingers over his jawline, his day old stubble rubbing against the pads. You leaned up to place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, laughing lightly as he tried to chase your lips with his.

“I trust you,” you whispered.

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deadonmayn · 24 days

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In case you missed it in the boopening and dannypocalypes, we released the prompts! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted, there were so many good ones! We tried to provide a range of moods and prompts that we hope inspire you!

You can use any of the prompts for a day, none of them, the bonus prompts, or go for broke and use every prompt for a day! Remember that fan art, fic, moodboards, playlists, etc-- it's all game! We can't wait to see what you make! Here is all the prompts as one sheet. The text version is below the cut!

Dead on Mayn Week Sun May 19th- Sat May 25th

Day 1 - Sunday

Trope | Courting Rituals Word | Flickering Situation | Dinner is interrupted by a rogue/gang fight. Dialogue | “Are they gone yet?”

Day 2 - Monday

Trope | Jason Has Magic Word | Ritual Situation | Danny and Jason are abducted by the same cult. Dialogue | “You were never monstrous to me.”

Day 3 - Tuesday

Trope | King Danny & Knight Jason Word | Blood blossoms Situation | Jason and Danny get stuck in a coffin together. Dialogue | “We may have come back wrong but at least we came back.”

Day 4 - Wednesday

Trope | Mistaken Identity Word | Inertia Situation | Love square (Danny/Jason/Phantom/Hood) Dialogue | “Don't call me that name.”

Day 5 - Thursday

Trope | Soulmates Word | Pretend Situation | Jason and Danny were childhood friends. Dialogue | “I never thought I'd see you again.”

Day 6 - Friday

Trope | Ecto-hunger Word | Core Injury Situation | Danny 'rescues' hood from the Bats. Dialogue | “Careful, he bites.”

Day 7g - Saturday

Trope | Accidental Child Acquisition Word | Ecto-parasite Situation | Jason is in Amity Park and meets the mysterious local hero. Dialogue | “I’m starting to understand why you didn’t want me to meet your family.”

Bonus Prompts

Trope | Danny heals the pit rage Word | Fangs Situation | Danny starts a fan blog featuring Red Hood. Dialogue | "Oh, it's probably a terrible idea. But it would be so funny."

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dead on main #dead on main ship #deadonmayn24

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BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.

And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.

This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????

Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣

I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔

And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.

I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”

And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.

And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞

#AHHHHH #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Ari drabble #jeonsbbyeal

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straylightdream · 2 years

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𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙬 - 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

a series of connecting college au stories with different members of skz. They can be read in the order below listed but you don’t have to read each on to understand the story.

here is the full timeline if you want to read them in the order they take place in.

ｈａｎｊｉｓｕｎｇ

♡ STRAWBERRY LATTE

wc: 5.6k

↳ “You’re the only girl I would leave with and willingly let Changbin use my room to fuck someone all night.”

moodboard & playlist

warnings: protected sex, dirty talk, names such as: (baby), begging, edging, soft dom jisung, dry humping, choking, jisung is a little obsessed with the mc neck, marking, jisung can be a little possessive in bed but he’s harmless.

ｓｅｏｃｈａｎｇｂｉｎ

♡ OPEN MIND (part one)

wc: 4.5k

↳ I’m letting you know that I want you baby.

warnings: protected sex, dirty talk, begging, semi public sexual acts, oral (male receiving), size kink, spanking, edging, soft dom Changbin, dry humping, masturbation, names such as: (baby, kitten)

♡ IF YOU’RE TOO SHY (part two)

wc: 3.5k

↳ “baby everything about you is perfect.”

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, oral (male receiving), oral fixation, size kink, spanking, edging, soft dom Changbin, dry humping, names such as: (baby, kitten)

ｂａｎｇｃｈａｎ

♡ I THINK I LIKE YOU (part one)

wc: 10.4k

↳ I’ll be right here waiting for us.

friends to lovers / mutual pining

warnings: angst, rumors of cheating, mutual pining, friends to lovers, protected sex, dirty talk, names such as: (baby), begging, first time having sex, talks about (loss virginity, creampie, and breeding kinks, Chan comments about in the future knocking the mc up, and unprotected sex) dry humping, choking, it’s sappy they’ve loved each other for years.

♡ PAPER RINGS (part two)

coming soon

↳ Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

mood board & playlist

ｌｅｅｍｉｎｈｏ

♡ LOVER OF MINE (PART ONE)

Wc: 5.8k

↳ he finds his sweet escape when he’s alone with you.

friends with benefits / roommates au

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, edging, dry humping, names such as: (kitten, angel), breeding kink, creampie, cum play/eating, cockwarming, mentioning pregnancy, Minho jokes about trying to knock up the mc.

♡ SUDDEN DESIRE (PART TWO)

wc: 2.6k

↳ you always thought you knew exactly what you wanted in life. But being with Minho makes you realize you want so much more with him.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pregnancy scare, lots of emotions, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of knocking the mc up, passionate intercourse.

ｈｗａｎｇｈｙｕｎｊｉｎ

♡ TRUST FUND BABY

wc: 10.5k

↳ “Do you ever feel lonely in a room filled with people?”

warnings: first time sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, begging, semi public sexual acts, oral (both receiving) names such as: (baby), mentions of alcoholism, and drugs (the mc is a hot mess)

ｌｅｅｆｅｌｉｘ

♡ ABOUT YOU (coming soon)

exes to lovers au

↳ “There was something about you that now I can't remember. It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender”

warnings: mentions of loss of virginity, body image issues, dealing with past heartbreak and angst, protected sex, oral (both receiving) body worship

ｙａｎｇｊｅｏｎｇｉｎ

♡ HOPEFUL ROMANTIC (coming soon)

first time love

↳“if you asked me to describe Jeongin in two words I would say he’s hopeful and naive.”

warnings: first time sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, begging, semi public sexual acts, oral (both receiving) names such as: (baby).

ｋｉｍ ��ｅｕｎｇｍｉｎ

♡ BAD LIAR (coming soon)

enemies to lovers

↳ “Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole? Or that you’re a spoiler brat?”

warnings: protected sex, dirty talk, begging, oral (male receiving), edging, dry humping, names such as: (baby)

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps. Word Count: Almost 5.5k Warnings: Flirting, tension, swearing, rivalries, future explicit sexual content, motocross!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Hey, lovelies! Welcome to my motocross AU! I'm excited to share the start of Hothead and Spitfire. This may expand to other racers as well. Thank you @sweeterthanthis @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @dreamlessinparis @buckyownsmylife for letting me scream about this. Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Moodboard by yours truly with the incredible Bucky edit provided by Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Looking out the window of the passenger seat of Natasha Romanoff’s car, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling as she drove. The sun was shining in the light blue sky, but the air was relatively warm. It's a beautiful day for a race. You felt like you were going to jump out of your skin from how eager you were, but you had to play it cool.

“You know you’re allowed to be excited about today.”

So much for playing it cool.

“I’m a little excited,” you said, giving her a smile as you looked away from the window. “Okay, I’m really excited. I’m glad you invited me.”

“I’m glad you accepted. You said you liked motocross when it was brought up in the work chat," she pointed out. You went to a few races back home. They were fun. "I’ve wanted to introduce you to a couple of the guys and I thought today would be perfect.”

Since you moved to the area a few months before, you hadn’t had time to make many friends. You somehow managed to hit it off with Natasha, your coworker. She had a cool, almost intimidating, energy about her that you appreciated. Her actions and words were deliberate and calculated, while you sometimes led with emotion. She admitted recently that she admired that, along with your grit, because it showed her how honest you were.

Not that everyone appreciates it.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself argumentative, but you were vocal. Your parents heard from teachers often as you grew up that you stood up for what you believed in, pushed the envelope at times, and wore your heart on your sleeve. While some thought that those were admirable traits, others wrote you off as emotional or snappy. It didn’t always hurt when that happened. A smaller circle of people who accepted you was better than a large group who didn’t care at the end of the day.

Maybe I can find that here.

“What’s the sour look for?”

“Shouldn’t your eyes be on the road?” you half teased, not wanting your thoughts to cloud your good mood.

“You’re regretting wearing the skirt, aren’t you?” her lip quirked up, not quite smiling.

“You TOLD me to wear this!” you reminded her.

“I suggested it because you said you couldn’t remember the last time you got laid.”

You huffed a little. "Boys suck. I need a man."

By definition, you weren't a jaded girl about love. Though your friends back home sometimes reminded you that you had a bit of a wild streak, especially when it came to boys. You liked the rush of excitement in the beginning and the thrill of not knowing what would happen tomorrow. Somewhere along the way, your wants changed. You still craved excitement, but also wanted the guy you fell for to stick around once the euphoria faded. You wanted to be loved.

Am I asking for too much?

"Oh, some of them here are very much boys. A few are decent men."

“So, you brought me out here to introduce me to a couple of your guy friends, watch them race, and help get me laid?”

She waited a beat before she answered. “Something like that.”

“I’m not going to hook up with some random racer,” you smiled, though getting laid did sound nice. Sex wasn’t the beginning and end of everything for you, but you hadn’t been fucked in months and you were starting to get frustrated. At least I have my trusty toy.

“I wouldn’t judge you if you did,” she said as the car began to slow down.

“Nat…” you began, turning as much as you could in your seat to face her. “I have a perfectly good vibrator at home. It’s dependable and doesn’t talk back.”

She gave you a knowing look once she parked in the grass parking lot, evident even through her sunglasses. “You want someone who talks back.”

You bit your tongue before you could say you wanted someone dependable, too. “Maybe, but not too much. I don’t want a pushover, but I don’t want an asshole either.”

“Was that why it didn’t work out with that guy back home? What was his name? Frank?”

You wrinkled your nose a bit. “He was only a partial asshole. He was also part sex god and a had a self destructive streak a mile wide,” you said.

Frank was a free spirit, always up for an adventure. You knew he was never meant to be the guy you ended up with forever, but you were drawn to him nonetheless in the beginning. Sex could only distract you so much from the lack of direction in life and occasional drug use. In the end, you couldn’t fix him and he didn’t want you to.

You still wished him well.

“Are you looking for Mr. Perfect?”

“No, I’m not. Mr. Perfect doesn’t exist because someone like that doesn't have flaws. That isn’t realistic. I just want a guy perfect for me."

"That makes sense," she agreed. "Someone who gets you."

"Exactly. I'm a lot to handle, but-"

"You're not," she interrupted. "Guys get away with being brazen all the time. Girls should be able to do the same."

"Thanks, Nat,” you sighed a little. She was right. “I just want someone who appreciates me. Someone who pushes back when I push, but lets me be vulnerable, too," you explained before you sat up straight. “Wait, why are we talking about this? This is race day.”

Natasha hummed thoughtfully as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Okay. Let’s go.”

What is she up to?

You bit your lip as you got out of the car, replaying your words in your mind as you smoothed out your skirt. You wondered if you set your expectations for guys too high. It doesn't matter. I'm not here to pick up anyone, even if the racers look hot with their gloves and the way their asses look in their pants and everything else.

It was crowded as the two of you began to walk, but not overwhelming. It was still a bit early. You saw the track ahead before you veered off toward the trailers. "You sure they don't mind meeting me now? We could always wait until after the race," you offered.

"I promised I'd stop by to wish them good luck.”

“Remind me again who I’m meeting?”

“Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, both 450 riders and two of the best in their class. Been best friends since they were kids," she replied. "Might see a couple of the others, but that may not be until after the race."

You remembered seeing a few photos of Bucky and Steve on Natasha's social media page. Both were handsome, but the brunette with the steel blue eyes caught your attention. From what you heard in passing, he was single.

How the hell is a guy that handsome not seeing anyone? Maybe he’s a manwhore, which is his choice. Nat doesn't seem like the type to hang out with assholes.

"Fair warning. Steve is usually a bit quiet before a race, but Bucky can be a bit unpredictable," she told you.

"What do you mean?"

"He may be grumpy or just stare at you. It intimidates a few people. Please, don't take it personally if he does.”

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it," you promised. "Though I'm questioning why you thought it would be a good idea to introduce me before the race. And no promises that I won’t make a face if he stares.”

Natasha gave you a rare smile before it quickly fell. “Shit,” she whispered, walking a bit faster. You fell in step beside her, hearing heated voices ahead. Two men, racers by the look of their outfits, were standing inches apart and the larger of the two looked ready to come to blows before a third rushed over.

“Stay the fuck away from my bike!”

“Buck, step back. He isn’t worth it.”

"I wasn’t anywhere near your bike. You’re paranoid.”

“You’re a fucking prick!”

“Hey! You boys causing trouble?” Natasha called out, trying to break the tension as you got closer.

You recognized two out of the three men as they looked your way. The one who pushed his way into the middle with dark blonde hair and a trimmed beard was Steve Rogers. He looked a bit thankful for the distraction, even though he could hold his own from the looks of him. If you had to guess his height, you would say 6’3 or 6’4. The baggy arms of the red, white, and blue jersey didn’t hide how muscular he was.

You didn’t recognize the man on the left with the dark brown hair, but you saw him give you a once over with a smirk. His eyes almost matched his hair color. Between that and the black and white jersey against his tanned skin, you were sure girls flocked to him.

Handsome. Cocky. And he's looking at me like he owns me.

And the man on the right? That was Bucky Barnes. Just as tall and broad as his best friend, but he looked like a cobra ready to strike. And seeing him in person, oh, he was very much your type. His eyes really were like steel as they bore into yours, strands of his medium length caramel hair framing his gorgeous face as he clenched his fists. He looked like sex and danger personified, the kind of man who would devour you if you let him.

Well, I’m fucked.

You were also glad you wore that skirt.

“Only trouble is this fucking prick messing with my bike,” Bucky snapped, pointing at the other brunette.

“Maddox Rumlow. Good racer, big ego, even bigger prick,” Natasha whispered to you, almost making you snort with laughter.

“For the last time, I didn’t touch your bike,” Maddox calmly spoke, smirking as he cocked his head to the side. “And I don’t need to mess with it to beat you. I can beat you on my own just fine.”

“And I can beat your face in just fine,” Bucky gritted.

That shouldn’t turn me on.

Maddox didn’t look phased. If anything, he looked amused. “If I were you, I’d worry about finishing the race and not messing up my other arm. Not unless you want a matching pair.”

“That’s enough,” Steve said through his teeth as Natasha inhaled sharply, the only telltale giveaway that she was upset. And that upset you. Bucky was her friend and you felt protective of him for that reason. “Seriously, what’s your problem? You never give Levinson or Jensen or anyone else this kind of grief.”

“I’m not giving Barnes grief,” Maddox had the nerve to look wounded, looking at a few others who had ventured over, likely wanting to see if there would be a fight. “No one wants him to get hurt. Again.”

Glancing at Bucky, you saw him clench his fists even tighter. That’s when you heard the slight whirr. Natasha didn’t give you the details, but she mentioned that he lost his left arm some time back and received a metal prosthetic in its place. You couldn’t see it with the shirt and glove covering it, but the tick in the brunette’s jaw told you that Maddox’s earlier comment struck a nerve. It struck a nerve with everyone.

Oh, fuck this guy.

“I’m sorry, your name’s Maddox?” you asked sweetly to catch his eye, looking him up and down the way he had to you moments ago.

“I am,” he answered with a charming smile, licking his bottom lip as he shamelessly checked you out again. If he eye-fucks me any harder… “Haven’t seen you before. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Steve had to bring his arm up to keep Bucky from moving toward him, making you pause before you said your name. Is he just done with his shit? “Nat says you’re a good racer.”

“Good? One of the best,” he corrected you. “You’ll see.”

“So humble,” Natasha said under her breath.

“Are you messing with Bucky here because he’s your biggest threat?” you guessed.

“I wouldn’t call him a threat. More like friendly competition. It never hurt anyone,” Maddox smirked as Bucky glared back at him.

He’s trying to get under his skin and it’s working. Well, two can play that game.

“Right. Keeps people on their toes. I get it. But I bet he has a kickass nickname,” you said, giving Bucky a soft smile before you looked back at Maddox. “Do you have one or should I pick one for you? Maddox the Meager. Mediocre. Or should we just go with what he called you: Prick? Maddox the Prick has a nice ring to it.”

The smirk Maddox wore instantly went away as Steve’s eyebrows shot up. Natasha let out a hum of approval as you looked at Bucky out of the corner of your eye. He had a smirk on his face and you couldn’t help but clench at the sight of it.

God, if he smirked at me like that while he’s between my thighs…

"What was that?” Maddox asked, the false charm completely gone from his earlier tone.

“Meager, mediocre, prick,” you rattled off easily as his nostrils flared. “Well, what else should I call someone who eggs someone else on before a race? Doesn’t seem like 'friendly' competition to me. I kind of get it, but just because he has a couple of inches on you-"

"I'm taller than him," he cut you off.

You raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't talking about his height."

Maddox's mouth set in a grim line as you heard a couple of low whistles and chuckles. Doesn’t feel good to have someone go after your ego, does it? “You have a mouth on you.”

“So I’ve been told,” you shrugged a little.

“I like it," he grinned, but there was nothing friendly behind it. "I can think of a couple of things you can do with your mouth, sweetheart."

“I’m not your sweetheart.”

“And she’s not interested,” Bucky said, making you shiver. Unlike the fury you heard when he snapped at Maddox previously, all you heard was ice in his tone. Maybe that was the reason you didn't mind that he spoke for you. “So fuck off.”

For a split second, Maddox looked furious. He recovered quickly as he straightened up and winked at you. “We’ll see about that,” he said, taking a few steps back. “See you on the track.”

Bucky turned away from you to watch him walk away, giving you a chance to check out his ass. No, no, no. Don’t look. Fuck, I want to squeeze it. He swung back toward you as your head snapped up, giving you a full head-to-toe view of him. The red and grey of his motocross gear suited him. You noticed after a moment that he was also effectively blocking Maddox from your view as he walked away, forcing you to look at him instead. “I like her, Nat.”

Okay, why did hearing that make my heart stop?

“I knew you would,” the redhead replied, nudging you with her shoulder. “And I knew you’d make an impression, but I didn’t think you’d have fans.”

“What?” you blinked as she nodded to Steve and a couple of others you didn’t recognize. You were the center of attention. Even Bucky’s eyes were still on you. “Hi. Why are you all staring at me?”

Steve chuckled a little. “Because we’re not used to seeing someone putting Rumlow in his place. The guy’s a bully on and off the tracks, but fans and sponsors seem to love him. I’m Steve, by the way,” he said, holding out his gloved hand as he gestured to the guys behind him with his head. “That’s Sam and Joaquin. Natasha’s told us all about you.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said as you shook it, noting that he was careful not to crush your hand. “All good things, I hope.”

“All good things, but I’m a little bummed I missed the show,” Sam smiled, running a hand along his buzzed hair. There had to be something in the water since he was built, too, though he was slightly smaller than Bucky and Steve.

Joaquin, the smallest of the four men, gave you a small smile. “Care to give a repeat performance?”

“Only if Levinson gets to see it. He’ll be pissed when he hears he missed it, too,” Sam joked.

“For now, the show’s over,” Nat said, shooing them toward the trailer.

Except for Bucky.

He caught your eye as he moved closer to you. He actually looked relaxed. And he smiled at you. “I’m Bucky. Nat really has told us a lot about you, which isn’t like her.”

Oh, he has a gorgeous smile.

You repeated your name for him, a little disappointed that he didn’t shake your hand like Steve. "Yeah, I noticed she can be a bit guarded, but she really has done a lot to make me feel welcome here."

"You like it here?"

"Yeah, I do," you nodded, the small talk unexpected, but nice.

“Do you make it a point to jump in to defend complete strangers or am I the exception to the rule?”

You had to smile at the question. “You’re Nat’s friend, so you’re not a complete stranger,” you teased, making him smile more. You wanted him to smile again. “And while I don’t know the history between you two, I could tell from the small interaction that he was being an ass. I’m not exactly known for holding my tongue.”

“I don’t doubt that. Not every day people call him a prick to his face. Well, besides me."

“The shoe fit,” you shrugged, not at all ashamed. “And I’d say it again.”

“You’re a little spitfire, aren’t you?” he grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

“I guess you could call me that," you smiled. You liked it. "You know, I was half expecting to meet a grump. Nat said that’s how you are sometimes before a race.”

“I usually am,” he said honestly, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “Until that prick showed up, hanging around my bike and looking in my trailer.”

“Why did you let him get to you?” you asked curiously.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked disappointed in himself. “I don’t know. I’ve never liked the guy and he never liked me. Had it out for me from the start," he explained.

"Probably because you really are his biggest threat."

"That and he comes from a family of assholes. He’s a good racer, I’ll give him that, but he plays dirty and doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as he gets ahead. Worst part is he acts like he’s a good guy when almost everyone else is looking.”

“So, he really is a prick,” you teased, kicking a bit of grass with your shoe.

“Yeah, he is. I don't think he's used to a gorgeous girl seeing through him. And I’m never going to let him live ‘Maddox the Prick’ down, so thanks for that."

He thinks I'm gorgeous?

“Glad I could be of service,” you smiled. “If I can give you one more thing? Unsolicited advice, but try not to act like a hothead to your competition."

Bucky's brows pinched slightly. It was adorable. "I'm not a hothead."

“Maybe not, but you kind of acted like one. Did you notice that Maddox didn’t raise his voice or step forward when you snapped at him? He made you look aggressive, which is probably how he wanted you to look to anyone else who saw it,” you explained. Stop talking. Why am I talking so much? “I think he was trying to goad you into a fight and or at least rile you up to throw off your game.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he regarded you. Fuck, I upset him. He didn’t move away from you though and you refused to squirm or back down under his gaze.

“If Steve hadn’t held you back, would you have punched him?”

Bucky slowly nodded after a moment.

“I probably would have tried to hit him, too. Not sure if Nat told you, but I tend to lead with emotion. Act first, question later.”

He grunted in response, giving you what you assumed was his grumpy glare.

Welp, it was fun being your friend while it lasted, Nat.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win,” you said, touching his right arm before you quickly dropped your hand. He didn’t ask you to put your hands on him. “I’m sorry. I talk too much and you didn’t ask for my opinion.”

“Who said you talk too much?” he questioned, stepping forward when you stepped back.

“I just did,” you answered.

“Well, you don’t,” he said quietly.

“I don’t?” you asked in disbelief.

He shook his head, his eyes warmer than you expected as he looked at you. “No. You tell it like it is. You should hear Steve when he goes off on his tangents. Punk acts like he’s doing me a favor whenever he does.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised as you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkle from your skirt. His eyes followed the movement, though he tried to be discreet. “Most guys would’ve told me to ‘fuck off’ after that.”

“Show me where those guys are so I can teach them a lesson,” he said seriously.

A knight in shining motocross gear armor.

“No need for that,” you smiled, feeling better now that you knew he wasn’t offended by what you said. “But I appreciate the offer.”

He moved forward another step and you instinctively leaned in closer. Something crackled in the air between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it, too, or if you simply imagined it. “Thank you for defending me and for the unsolicited advice. I shouldn’t have let him get to me.”

He smells really good. Like a woody citrus. Who smells that good before a race? “You’re welcome. Thank you for not telling me to ‘fuck off’.”

You both laughed, that electric current flowing through you again. “So you think he was just trying to get under my skin, huh?”

“I could be wrong, but I think so. And I don’t want to see you lose to a guy like that.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder, the warmth disappearing from his eyes. “I won’t lose.”

You turned your head to follow his gaze. Maddox was by his trailer a short distance away, but his eyes were on the two of you. Maybe he really was threatened by him.

Bucky gently took your wrist to turn you back toward him. "Rumlow keeps checking you out. He wants you," he stated.

"Is that a problem?" you asked, glancing over at Maddox again. He smirked in response when he made eye contact. You had no intention of doing anything with him, but wondered if Bucky cared because of his own self interest or yours.

“You acting uninterested will make him want you more. He likes a challenge.”

"Doesn't surprise me," you said. Some people liked to go after what they couldn't have.

"He's good. I'm better."

You heard the complete confidence in Bucky's voice and you believed him. "I guess I’ll see for myself," you teased.

"Kiss me."

You studied Bucky for a moment as you faced him again, waiting for him to say he was joking. He didn't. “Say that again?"

"Kiss me," he repeated slower, somehow making it sound like a suggestion and not an order.

"Kiss you? You just met me.”

“And I still wanna kiss you.”

Your gaze went to his mouth. The offer was tempting, but you knew if you felt his lips against yours that you would want more. "Why? For good luck?"

"Yeah,” he answered, his lips shifting into a devilish smirk that made you clench. “And to piss him off. Maybe I want to get under his skin, too.”

You bristled at how casually he said that, even with the heat flowing through your body. “I'm not a pawn or chew toy for you dogs to play with."

He laughed, tugging you close. All the anger you saw from him a short time ago was gone, which quelched your anger, too. "Lucky for you, I play for keeps. Also not big on sharing."

"Sounds like a you problem," you retorted, but didn't step away. “But if you really want to piss him off, I have another pair of lips you can kiss instead."

His eyes lit up as he leaned in close, his lips an inch from yours. "You offering?"

Your stomach flipped as he placed his other hand on the nape of your neck. "You accepting?"

Natasha cleared her throat as she appeared beside you, almost making you step back. She invited you to watch the race with her and implied that she wanted you to have a good time, but she shouldn’t have to watch you flirt with her friend. "You two can finish this later. You have a race to get ready for, Barnes."

"Good luck," you said with gentle sincerity.

Bucky closed the gap between you and pressed his lips against yours. They were softer than you expected, a complete contrast to his hard, muscular frame. Instead of pushing him back, you molded your body against his. The kiss only lasted another second before he pulled his mouth away. You exhaled, wishing you had parted your lips to let him explore. Judging from the flash of want in his eyes as he stared, the small kiss got to him, too.

"Barnes? Barnes!" Natasha said, snapping you both out of whatever spell you were under.

Bucky cleared his throat as he took a step back. "Just gave me all the luck I need," he grinned, licking his lips. "Mmm. Is that cherry? I like it."

You wanted to smack the smug expression off his face and kiss him again. How the fuck can a brief kiss leave me aching? "Sweeter than any pie you've ever had."

"I believe it. Hope I get another taste," he winked as he grabbed his helmet. You hoped he didn't see you shiver at the implication.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Steve said, but there was a smile on his face and Sam’s as well.

"Hey, Rumlow!" Bucky yelled.

Maddox glared over at him, no doubt having seen the kiss. "What, Barnes?"

"Winner gets a date with her," he declared, pointing at you.

Oh, fuck no. "Excuse me?"

"You're on," Maddox called back. It was like they didn't hear you or simply didn't care.

"Bucky, what the fuck did I say about not being a toy?" you snapped as Nat grabbed your arm. It was a good thing she had a strong grip because now you felt a bit volatile.

“Consider it a payment for the unsolicited advice,” he simpered at your slack-jawed expression.

"You can't bet a date with me."

“But you’re the grand prize. And I told you, I play for keeps,” he said, slipping his helmet on as Steve yanked him back by his right arm. You could see Sam trying not to laugh.

Yeah, you better put your helmet on so I don't throw something at your ridiculously handsome face.

“I’m not a fucking prize!”

"Sorry, doll!" he said, gesturing to his covered ear. "Can't hear you with my helmet on."

“Nat, tell him!”

“After all that? And after I saw you check out his ass?" she smirked.

Of course, she saw that. How does she see everything?

"You were checking out my ass?" you heard the smile in Bucky's voice as heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s all yours after I win.”

You were torn between flattery and something you couldn’t even pinpoint. "Thought you couldn't hear anything," you gritted, hearing his chuckle as the redhead pulled you away.

“Can’t wait for our date!”

Your heart nearly stopped as you looked back. His helmet shielded his face, but you could still feel his eyes on you. “In your dreams, Hothead!”

“You’ll be in my dreams tonight! And you know that isn't my nickname. It's actually-

"It's Hothead."

"Whatever you say. Spitfire."

“I hope she knocks your ass in the dirt,” Sam laughed.

You chortled as Nat continued to drag you away. “What the hell just happened?"

"I think you have a date.”

"I don't have a date yet," you huffed. "Unbelievable."

"Which part?" she asked deadpan. “The fact that he already likes you, that you like him, or that you two kissed?”

Some of your anger faded as guilt crept in again. Bucky was her friend and you shouldn’t have let him kiss you. "Nat, I’m sorry. If I made you uncomfortable-"

"Woah," she held a hand up to stop you. "Not uncomfortable with you two flirting. You're adults. Plus, I've seen much worse from some of these guys."

"But he's your friend."

"You're my friend, too, and a huge step up the girls that normally flock to him. And you managed to calm him down, which is impressive."

"So, if I made a move or he made a move on me, you would be totally fine with that?" you didn't hide your suspicion.

"He already made a move," she threw a glance over her shoulder before looking ahead again. “I’m totally fine with it.”

You thought back to the conversation in the car, how she hinted at wanting you to meet her friends and get laid. “Wait. You wanted this to happen.”

“Wanted what to happen?” she asked.

You were tempted to grab and shake her. “You know what! You were trying to set me up without setting me up.”

Her stare was impassive as she looked at you again. She had a good poker face. "To be perfectly honest, I was hoping for the two of you to hit it off,” she admitted, clearing her throat. “I may have overheard him tell Rogers that he was interested in meeting you after I told them about you. He hasn't dated in a while, so him showing even a hint of interest was a good thing."

A rush of air left your lungs as you stopped walking. Part of you took what you heard as a compliment. "That’s why you told me not to take it personally if he was moody. You wanted me to like him. Nat, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Because I didn’t want you to feel pressured to come for that reason and didn’t want you to feel awkward if you didn’t like him. I wanted it to just happen. And if it didn’t, no big deal. You would’ve been none the wiser.”

Calculated. Deliberate. “I feel a bit hustled.”

The redhead pursed her lips. “I get why you feel that way, but don’t hold that against him. I haven’t seen him let his guard down so quickly for anyone.”

“How did he let his guard down?"

“He actually listened and talked to you. He flirted with you. That’s not something he does with everyone,” she swore. “Plus you defended him in a way that didn’t make him look weak by shifting the focus back to Rumlow.”

You wanted to believe her. You liked that he took you by surprise. And you really liked his brief kiss. He took a risk and, you had to admit to yourself, it paid off because you couldn't stop thinking about it. “I just don’t want to be a prop for him to beat Maddox.”

“Barnes may have said that to piss him off, but the chance of getting a date with you is extra motivation for him to win. So if the only reason you’re upset is because you want it to be a real date, believe me when I say it would be.”

“You actually think I’ll honor that if he wins?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said. "That guy you want who talks back? Pushes, but lets you be vulnerable, too? That could be him. And how will you know if you don't try?"

Why does she have to be right about that?

In the very short time you knew Bucky, you felt excited, aroused, out of sorts and more. It felt like whiplash without the pain. You wanted to know what else he could bring out of you. And the racer seemed to want to know you, at least a little. What did you have to lose?

“I want him to win,” you said in defeat, chewing on your lower lip. “I really want him to win.”

“He will,” Nat’s voice was soft, but firm.

Don’t let me down, Bucky Barnes.

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Out of the Woods

So finally here is the fic to accompany the Liebgott Taylor Swift moodboard (as seen below) Pairings: Joseph Liebgott x reader. Warnings: swearing, gore (reader is a nurse), war themes

Normandy 1944

Joseph Liebgott had never been the easiest man to get along with, he was stubborn and opinionated and was built like a ticking time bomb, the slightest thing could set him off and that was the mistake Y/n made when she first bumped into him.

“Hey, watch where ya going ya shit head!” Y/n stumbled forward, her threadbare boots scuffing in the mud as she dropped the wooden crate of medical supplies, cursing as the valuable, clean bandages unravelled into the sludgy puddle. The path outside the aid station was a thick mire and often reminded Y/n of the way her father had reminisced about the trenches of the Great War.

“ I should watch where I’m going?” Y/n spat, narrowing her eyes at the paratrooper, “You’re the one who just cost first battalion half of their medical supplies.” Throwing the salvageable bandages back into the box in anguish, the crumpled lumps of clay-coloured cloth were no good now. Y/n wasn’t sure how she was going to break the news to Eugene; the medic wasn’t known for his anger but knowing their situation this would surely push him over the edge.

The paratrooper spun around to face her, his skin pale and dark eyes encircled by purple, “oh so first battalion got their own personal nurse now? No wonder those fuckers are so cheerful,” he sneered, oblivious of the accident he had inflicted and not bother to offer any kind of assistance as Y/n fumbled anxiously for the supplies.

“No, I’m distributing supplies to all the medics in each battalion of Dog, Easy and Fox company actually, but maybe when I find out which battalion you’re from I’ll conveniently skip them,” she snapped back, thrusting the waterlogged box aggressively under her arm, no longer concerned by the trail of sludge leaking down her white apron.

“Good day, Corporal.”

Holland 1944

The second time they met was no better. Joe had been injured on a patrol and his neck was bleeding profusely through the rudimentary bandage wrapped poorly in a limp scarf.

“Liebgott just let me look at it God dammit,” Y/n reached over, her nimble fingers trying desperately to remove the bandage from his neck but he flinched away. Her fingers barely brushed against the dressing as he shot up from his seat in a receptive, crumbling leather chair situated in the corner of the temporary aid station, having once been someone’s home that now lay abandoned and derelict.

“No, get off me. I don’t need your help. Where’s Doc Roe?” Liebgott snapped, and Y/n sighed elaborately; she was in no mood for this kind of attitude. There were eleven other men in the aid station who would all greatly appreciate being attended too.

“Doc Roe is dealing with other casualties. You got me or nothing.”

Liebgott snorted, “Guess I’ll just bleed to death then.”

Y/n protested but Liebgott had already shouldered his M1 and was making his way towards the entrance.

“Why won’t you just let me look at it?” Y/n hollered, a little louder than she had intended and alerted the other paratroopers.

Joe spun on his heels, his mouth-eaten jump boots, scraping the rough, wooden floorboards.

“I don’t want some woman half-assing a dressing because she wants to be part of the war effort. This is no place for a woman, it is a man's war,” he vituperated her, taking no notice of the stares he was receiving from his friends. “I don’t want your help,” his word was final and his boots were heavy as he departed leaving a deafening silence in his wake.

“I don’t know what his problem is with me, Gene,” Y/n sighed, as she finished unpacking the fresh medical supplies from one of the many crates from their much-needed supply drop. Her muscles griped, but soon relaxed as she finally took a seat on one of the crates; Y/n had been on her feet all day. “I don’t know why he hates me.”

Eugene's dark eyes followed her movements, sending a sympathetic smile her way as he dropped down beside her on the crates, “Liebgott is a hard man to read, ma Chérie.”

Y/n simpered, the right corner of her lips turning upwards at the nickname. Eugene, with his dark hair and kind eyes, had always been a striking character and the two were of one mind. His friendly but subdued nature seemed to draw people to him, making him a favourite within the company, including with Y/n who despite what other men in the Company thought was always a welcome hand by Eugene’s side,

“I just don’t understand why he hates me.”

“I don’t hate you,” the gruff voice caused the pair to turn; Y/n felt as though she may have whiplash from the speed at which she spun around, concerned by how much he could have heard from their conversation and worried that he would now think she was pathetic, lamenting about trivial problems. Joe, standing in the doorway leaning against his M1, seemed to have not heard the conversation or if he had he never made a comment. Instead, his dark eyes made their way towards Eugene, bloody bandages still pressed against the wound on his neck.

“Are you free to look at my neck now, Doc?” He asked, ignorant of Y/n presence - why should this be any different to any of their previous interactions? He stared blankly at Eugene.

“Sure, Liebgott,” Eugene stood up and moved over to his fellow paratrooper. “Take ya self a seat, I’ll grab ma things.”

Eugene disappeared, his heavy footfalls seemed to echo his departure and was the only sign Y/n needed.

“I’m going to head out, Gene. I’m shattered,” her hands fumbling into her musette bag, hastily stuffing the extra box of syrettes Eugene had given her into the inner pocket. Joe’s eyes seemed to dance after her, an unwanted shadow documenting her every movement. They followed her out of the door and even as her boots squelched unpleasantly down the track, her legs carrying her rapidly away from the watchful eyes. She couldn’t find it in her to turn around, to face him, too afraid of the glare he always sent her way.

Bastogne 1944

The Luftwaffe started dropping bombs around midnight. Y/n with blood encrusted under her short nails, had just finished her rounds, checking on all the wounded soldiers she had patched up during the day. The distinct whistling from above was her first clue that they weren’t going to have a quiet night. Like a deathly siren announcing the beginning of the end. Reneé appeared beside her, anxiety etched on her delicate features.

“We are in for a long night, Y/n. Grab what supplies you can.”

Y/n nodded, hurrying towards the store room when the first bomb whistled down on the church, shaking it from the rafters, dust falling in great clouds from the ceiling.

“Y/n, come quickly. We have to evacuate everyone.”

Along with the other nurses, Y/n helped Reneé evacuate the walking wounded first, sending injured soldiers into the snowy streets of Bastogne. Next came the more severely injured, hauled out on stretchers between two nurses.

“Y/n, stay out here with the wounded, check their wounds. We have to make sure no one has torn any stitches trying to escape. I’m going to try and get some more out,” Reneé called, hurrying back into the crumbling church with several other nurses hot on her heels.

Great flames billowed from the surrounding buildings, the night was ablaze with fire and smoke, and the earth shook with each eruption. Soldiers had started firing the Ack Ack guns at the aircraft above. The noise was deafening, a constant pounding over the top of the whistling bombs and explosions. Y/n could feel her heart pounding, a constant thumping in her ear reminding her that she was miraculously still alive.

The church was struck again and Y/n had to fight the urge to follow her friends into danger, but the wounded soldiers needed her. Lights flashed up behind her, illuminating the terrified nurse and her patients. She turned to see a jeep approaching, a wounded man strapped to the front wailing in agony, thrashing against his restraints. The jeep swerved to a halt and a figure came running towards her.

“EUGENE!” She cried out running to embrace her friend.

“Ma Chérie, are you alright?” Eugene hugged her tightly to his chest. Y/n couldn’t help the tears that began to fall, the growing emotions of the evening finally spilling from within her.

“Gene, Reneé went back inside,” Y/n sobbed, just as the third shell hit the church. They both watched in horror as the front of the church caved in, stone crumbling down into the street and blocking the entrance.

“NOOOO!” Y/n cried, thrashing against Eugene’s arms but he wouldn’t let go.

“No Y/n, please. There is nothing we can do. I can’t lose you too,” he admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as they shared in their grief.

Joe sat shivering in his foxhole, the cold seeping into his bones in a way that the winter in San Francisco never could have.

“Hey Joe,” George called out, plonking himself down beside him. “How ya doing?” George shoved his scuffed leather boot against Joe’s clothed leg, prodding him like an impatient child.

Joe turned to him, “How the fuck do you think I’m doing, George? I’m freezing my fucking ass off in the middle of the woods for a CO who can’t even make a decision.”

“Alright, jeez. Sorry for asking,” George raised his hands in surrender. “We just got news from Bastogne.” George began, trying to gauge Joe’s reaction. “It was hit by the Luftwaffe. The aid station… it’s gone.”

“Oh fucking brilliant. Now if we get hit we ain’t got no aid station either.”

George swallowed quickly, “Y/n was in Bastogne.”

Any words Joe had thought of died in the back of his throat. His face went as white as the snow on the ground and he could feel the sweat growing on his palms, his stomach plummeting into his jump boots.

“Is she…?”

“I don’t know, Joe. Doc’s not back yet but I wanted to prepare you in case.”

“In case of what?” Joe snapped, standing from his foxhole and slinging his M1 over his shoulder in anguish. “And why should I care anyway? It’s not like I like her or anything.”

“Fucking hell,” George whispered under his breath. “Joe, when are you gonna grow some balls and admit you’re in love with her. Everyone can see it, including Webster and he’s oblivious to most things.”

It was true George had to spell it out to him back in Holland before he got hit.

“Webster sent a letter to Hoobler the other week asking if you’d finally told Y/n.”

Joe sighed, running his hand over his face, deep in thought.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Hell yes. I bet even the Krauts on the other side of the clearing can see it.”

Joe nodded slowly, “okay. As soon as I find her I’m gonna tell her.”

George nodded, watching as his friend hurried away to check if Eugene had returned.

“Let’s just hope he’s not too late.”

Y/n groaned as she straightened her back, stretching after what seemed like hours of bending over to apply dressings, carrying wounded men to transport vehicles, and digging through the rubble to collect supplies. Her friend's bodies had been retrieved from the church and lay in a neat row under rough, army-issued blankets. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to look at them, couldn’t bring herself to accept their fate.

She had seen members of Easy Company coming and going. A few had been sent by Captain Winters to help, bringing with them more wounded paratroopers from the front line. Y/n was too preoccupied to notice the familiar figure approaching her, she didn’t notice until he grabbed her arm firmly and spun her around to face him.

“Liebgott!” She gasped, raising her hand to smack him. “What the hell is your problem? You scared me half to death.”

Joe looked a mixture of shocked and confused until his cheeks grew a bright red.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He seemed genuinely sorry but Y/n was too consumed by her emotions to think rationally.

“Well you did a darn good job of that didn’t you,” she snapped. “You know if you’re just here to be mean or make some rude comment then you can forget it. I’m not in the mood today. I just lost my friends.” Y/n knew she should not have snapped, it wasn’t Joe’s fault but all the emotions were bubbling up inside her and if she felt anymore pain her heart would burst.

“That’s not why I’m here,” Joe began, he reached forward to take Y/n hand in his own. It was warm, comforting and almost felt familiar, as if he had been holding her hand all their lives. She let him but watched in confusion by this unusual act.

“I’m so sorry about your friends, Y/n. I know this must be difficult for you. I’m here because… well when George told me the aid station had been hit I couldn’t think of anything else than making sure you were okay. Y/n I realised something and…”

“Joe, let me stop you right there. Why would you care if I was okay or not? Joe you hate me… and… and I’ve never understood why?” Y/n sobbed, bringing her hand to cover her mouth, muffling her whimpers into her bloody sleeve. “Why do you hate me, Joe? What did I do wrong?”

Joe’s heart shattered at the sight of the broken woman in front of him. Her shoulders shook violently and tears flowed freely down her dirty cheeks, smudge with ash and mud. She looked frail, weak even and Joe hated that he’d caused it.

“Y/n, I never hated you. Why would you think that?” Joe moved towards her, collecting her hands in his own larger ones once more and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Talk to me, Y/n. Please.”

“Well you always shout at me and… and you wouldn’t l-let me treat your wound and y-you avoid me all the time,” she stammered, looking up at him through tear-filled lashes.

“Oh Sweetheart,” Joe pulled her against his chest, his breath felt warm and tingly against her neck. Y/n had never noticed that he was only slightly taller than her and her head fitted perfectly in the crook of his neck. Her hands wrapped into tight fists against his jacket and she could feel his heart hammering against her hands. “I don’t want you to ever feel like that again.”

“Joe…”

“Shh Mein Liebling, it’s all going to be alright now.”

Austria 1945

Y/n had never dreamed that she would get to visit Austria. It seemed as if it was a world away from the likes of Bastogne and the horrors of war. Its tranquil, turquoise lakes and steep mountains with their snow-covered peaks seemed the pinnacle of the landscape. Work had become scarce too, other than the occasional scrape or sprain it had mainly become stock control and arranging supplies to be sent to the Pacific where the fighting had yet to cease. Y/n knew that both herself or Joe could be sent to the Pacific at any time it was inevitable, and neither of them was going to get through the war unscathed.

For now, they were at peace and in the comforts of her room, under clean sheets with her legs tangled in Joe’s and her head resting on his chest, Y/n couldn’t help but feel at peace. The steady thrumming of his heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest coaxed her too and from sleep in waves. She didn’t want to move, afraid that she would disturb her sleeping paratrooper but at the same time her legs had gone numb hours ago and she could feel the pins and needles begin to prickle their way up her legs.

“Joe?” She whispered, reasoning her hand cautiously to brush a stray brunette lock out of his eyes. Joe’s nose wrinkled and he screwed his eyes shut tighter with a sigh. Y/n smiled as she watched him stir from his slumber. It was one of life’s greatest pleasures to see Joe so relaxed, so at peace even if for just a while.

Joe moaned, his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks before they opened revealing his chestnut orbs.

“Good morning Mein Liebling,” his voice was gruff and sleepy but the smile on his face said that he was more than conscious enough to show his love.

Y/n smiled back at him, “Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?”

“It’s the best night's sleep I’ve had in a while, although I don’t recall much bc sleeping happening.” Joe grinned and Y/n's cheeks grew bright red at the thought of last night’s activity. Glancing around the room there was evidence everywhere. Clothes strewn across the floor, the mirror hung lopsided on the wall, the desk was cleared of any objects and the paper that had once occupied it lay across the carpet.

“I have to admit it’s the most enjoyable night I’ve had in a long time,” Joe admitted, tangling a lock of her hair around his finger.

“Me too,” Y/n admitted and Joe smiled once again.

“What does it mean? Mein Liebling?” Y/n asked, running her fingernails slowly over his exposed chest.

Joe laughed, “my darling. It’s been your nickname for a long time.” He admitted his cheeks rosy and his smile nervous.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve been calling you that for far longer than you’ve realised. I just didn’t want anyone to realise I was talking about you. Figured the other guys would give me hell about it.” Releasing the lock he’d wrapped around his finger, he sat propped up by his elbows so he could face her.

“Y/n, I need to ask you something and it’d be real nice if your answer was yes.”

Y/n sat up now too, her expression a mixture of anxiety and confusion but the soft smile on her lips encouraged him to continue.

“Y/n will you come home with me, back to Chicago I mean? I can get my old job back at the cab company and we can buy a big house…” he paused a grin spreading across his lips. “A big house with lots of rooms, for all the little Liebgotts we’re gonna be making.”

Y/n laughed, smacking Joe’s arm.

“You’re lucky you’re good looking Liebgott.”

“Am I taking that as a yes?”

“Yes, you can.”

Joe grinned at her, his cheeky little smile followed by a little laugh causing Y/n’s heart to swell beyond what she thought was possible. Wrapped in Joe’s arms in their little room in Austria Y/n realised that maybe they were finally out of the woods.

Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @lieutenant-speirs @sharpshootershifty @liberteuniteegalite @msmercury84 @desert-fern @mayhem24-7forever @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @kmc1989 @mads-weasley @docroesmorphine @liptonsbabe @merriell-allesandro-shelton @sweetxvanixlla @hesbuckcompton-baby @ronsparky @mutantmanifesto @malarkgirlypop

#joseph liebgott #joseph Liebgott x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers easy company #hbowar

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ma1dita · 2 months

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jo's birthday event!

helloooo! i turned 23 on march 13th, so in hopes of ignoring my waning existence and time on this earth, i’ll be hosting an event open until march 23 so i can celebrate with all my online friends woot woot

the collection (ongoing)

this event is pertinent to the following characters (that i’m in the mood for atm, unless you can convince me otherwise):

luke castellan, the marauders, regulus black, weasley twins, spencer reid, steve harrington, zuko, jet, sokka, farleigh start (bro im scared to write him but i want him bad)

for luke requests, i'll take anything for the trouble!verse too!

drop the following emojis into my inbox:

🐥 drop an ask for a short blurb/headcannon! send me a prompt and i’ll get to work as soon as i can (check requests for guidelines -> will write fluff, smut, angst, crack)

🍯 describe your favorite character, yourself/your oc, and an aesthetic/color & i’ll make you a moodboard (can cater to one of your fics if you send me the link)

⚡️ tell me a scenario/link a fic about you & your favorite character & i’ll tell you what song it reminds me of <3

🥂 send me an ask about anything you want! come chat, be my friend—tell me unpopular opinions, tell me how you perceive me, fmk, movie recs, even about your day, i’m here for ya!!

hope you enjoy or else i'll look real stupid if so 🫨 i'll do my best to get them out as fast as i can xoxo, jo

EVENT CLOSED!

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #marauders x reader #spencer reid x reader #farleigh start x reader #atla x reader #steve harrington x reader

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bihansthot · 3 months

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I wish I was good at mood boards, I would constantly be making girldad!Bi-Han ones. Or good husband Bi-Han mood boards, cause he might be a dick but I’m still convinced he’s a good husband/father. Have I mentioned Bi-Han wears tutus in addition to his tiara? He definitely does. He also has an entire hanfu collection just for tea party time, he’s never sure if his daughter wants him to be a princess like her or a prince/knight so he’s prepared either way. Usually Kuai Liang is the only one who doesn’t have to dress like a princess, he’s usually the royal sorcerer/magician, yes Bingbing has seen The Last Unicorn too many times just like her mother has and might be hung up on her uncle being Schmendrick the Magician.

Tea time is usually when lunch would be so usually Bi-Han doesn’t miss out on his Grandmaster duties, not that he would mind, his little girl comes first. It’s not an everyday occurrence, maybe once or twice a week, not that Bi-Han wouldn’t rearrange things to do it everyday if Bingbing asked but she’s knows her papa’s very busy so most of the time she plays with me and her brothers when they get home from school. Though her brothers are usually very busy with Lin Kuei training when they get home from school so Bingbing usually watches them and tries to mimic them, she’s almost old enough to start training herself.

I know I talk a lot about Bi-Han playing with Bingbing but that's not to say he didn't/doesn't play with his sons too. The boys love The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings so they'd often act out scenes with their Dad and Uncles. Kuai Liang had to be Smaug since they both breathe fire, Tomas is Bilbo, my twins are Fili and Kili and my youngest boy Shixue loves playing Gandalf leaving Bi-Han as Thorin. Nowadays though it's much more common for them all to play soccer together, all of my boys are on the school team. Bi-Han is not particularly great at soccer since he didn't have the luxury of playing it growing up, but he does his best and he's getting better with help from the boys.

TL:DR Bi-Han is a really good, hands on Father and I wanna make moodboards about it but I suck. lol

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #mk smoke #tomas vrbada #the last unicorn #girl dad #dad!bi han #husband bi han #bi han x sol #solarbear #tw kids #self ship #self shipping #the hobbit

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ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys · 2 months

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Ok this is a bit weird but could you do a hc list of one of them (maybe gray bc he would hate it) was hospitalized?

yes ofc, i’m just gonna do a mix of everyone because this would be too short if it was just grayson

~ grayson wouldn’t want to go in the first place, he could literally have fallen off a cliff (👀) or something and would have been like, “NO IM FINE” 🙄

~ xander would make tiktoks from the hospital

~ avery would do work from the hospital bed bc she’s a workaholic

~ jameson would watch frozen on the tv

~ if max was given anesthesia she would start singing and acting really weird

~ libby denies hospital food and has nash bring her stuff from the store so that she can just make it herself

~ max lives for hospital food

~ grayson would watch the world news in his hospital bed (it kinda brings the mood down a little bit more bun no one is going to stop him)

~ grayson would make the nurses and doctors triple check what they were doing before they do it to him just in case

ngl, this is not my best work and the amount of hcs is SPARSE but i hope you liked what you got! anyone can send me requests for headcannons and moodboards in my asks

-zoey ☆

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #grayson hawthorne #the grandest game #avery kylie grambs #jennifer lynn barnes #averyjameson #phone girl #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #max liu #the hawthorne brothers

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late-to-the-party-81 · 11 months

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In perfect balance

Request: For the Inspire Me! event, how about Tony/Reader/Stephen lounging around after a few rounds of hot sex? Some fluff, lots of snark, maybe leading into them all going at it again.

AN: Thank you @couldntbedamned for this spicy request, I hope this tickles your fancy!

Beta’d by @navybrat817

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

Master list

Summary: From the outside the three of you shouldn’t work, but somehow, together, you’re in perfect balance.

Relationship: Tony Stark X Reader X Stephen Strange

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: Polyamorous relationship, Explicit sexual content (oral sex - M and F receiving, Anal fingering, Anal sex), Brat Tony Stark, Domme Reader, Dom Stephen Strange, Tony has Mommy and Daddy issues, slight Mommy kink, edging, multiple orgasms, aftercare, fluff and snark.

You flopped back on the pillows with a thud, a smile plastered to your sweat covered face as you stared up at the ceiling and inhaled the scent of roses that filled the room. You let the post orgasmic haze suffuse you as you half-listened to the affectionate bickering that was going on over your prone form. What was it about middle-aged, egotistical white men with goatees that made you go weak at the knees?

To be fair, they were allowed to have inflated egos - both were geniuses in their own way - extremely successful and powerful. However, this meant they were caught in a constant game of one-upmanship.

“I think you’ll find, Tony, that it’s what I did this time that tipped our Angel over the edge.”

“Pphhtt. As if. It was clearly what I was doing with my tongue. I’m very talented, you know.”

You stifled a giggle as you practically heard Stephen rolling his eyes.

“Yes, yes, you’re super-talented and able to make women come with just a crook of your finger.”

There was the sound of someone shifting across bed sheets and you turned your head in time to see Tony bracing his body over Stephen’s, a gleam in his dark brown eyes.

“Not just women, my dear wizard. As you well know.”

Ice blue eyes glared back, although you could detect the hint of softness there too.

“Alright, you raving ego-maniac. But I still maintain it was my skills this time. And I’m a sorcerer, dammit, not a ‘wizard’.”

“Potay-to, potah-to.”

“Hhmmph.” Stephen gave Tony a light shove, and the self-styled playboy-genius-philanthropist allowed himself to be rolled to the side, landing right next to you.

It would come as a surprise to absolutely no-one that out of the two men, Tony was the more flamboyant in bed. He loved his gadgets and toys, and neither you or Stephen were going to complain about that. He often took the lead, not because either you or your sorcerer boyfriend were submissive, but because Tony was such an endearing brat that you couldn’t help but smile at the glee on his face when he bought one or other, or both, of you to earth-shattering orgasms.

He didn’t always get his way, though. You’d happily admit that some of your favourite times with the two were when Stephen was in A Mood ™, that special kind of mood where he felt the need to dominate and claim. Wong would have a fit if he knew what kind of things Stephen was using his powers for. You doubted that he’d approve of the Eye of Agamotto being used as an edging tool.

A shudder washed over your body as you remembered the last time that Stephen had come home, cape swirling, face stern, dragging you both into the bedroom without a word. Neither you or Tony had been able to walk properly for a good three days after - magic demon tentacles tended to have that effect.

Tony also had a soft spot from when you also helped take control of him. The man had so many Mommy and Daddy issues that he’d make Freud’s head spin. It had become apparent in a short space of time that his teasing of you was an attempt to make you snap, make you chastise and punish him.

However, if they weren’t competing and bickering about sex, they were competing about who spoiled you better. Both knew that roses were your favourite flower and if Stephen conjured some for you from the air, then Tony would spend weeks cultivating a new strain, naming it after you. Which was why this room was now full to the brim with different coloured and sized blooms.

“Come on, Angel-cake. Put us out of our misery - which one of us got you to O-town this time?”

As you’d mused, Tony had rested his head on your chest, and was now looking up at you with doe-eyes, while one finger trailed circles around one of your breasts, making your nipple pucker. You threaded your fingers into his thick hair, giving it a gentle tug that made his eye-lids flutter.

“Tones, you know the only answer I’m going to give you is that it was both of you. Keep me out of your juvenile tally game.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

You tapped him on the end of his nose.

“Brat!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

“I never said that. Just reminding you that I know your game, Mister.”

“And what game would that be?” He raised his head slightly, but kept his eyes on you as he swiped his tongue over the nipple he’d been paying attention to. You arched your brow and tightened your grip in his hair, trying to ignore the zip of arousal that darted from your breast to your pussy.

“Stephen…” You called out to him and turned your head to see him coming out of the en-suite, washcloth in hand. He crossed to the bed and sat down next to you, virtually ignoring Tony as he dropped a kiss to your lips.

“What is it, my divine Angel?”

“Some-one is being a needy brat.”

Stephen allowed his gaze to drop to Tony, who started to squirm in your grip under the intense scrutiny.

“This does not surprise me in the slightest, my love. I don’t think our recent exertions were energetic enough for him. You know how restless he’s been.”

Thinking back over the last few days, you realised Stephen was right - Tony had been in his lab, tinkering, and while that was good exercise for the mind, it wasn’t for the body, and your engineering genius of a partner no doubt had a lot of physical energy to expend. He also probably wanted to have all the thinking taken away from him. He wouldn’t ask for it outright - he’d be too embarrassed, but he knew if he was bratty enough then either you or Stephen or both would understand and take control.

“Hhmmm. And would you be a good boy for us, Tones?”

“Well, that entirely depends on your definition of good.” Tony waggled his eyebrows and you and Stephen gave each other knowing looks, before Stephen addressed Tony.

“We’ll take that as a no. Come on. Up you get. Give Angel some space to work.”

You expected some chat back, but Tony leapt up like an exuberant puppy, standing at the foot of the bed. Stephen moved to stand behind him, wrapping his long arms around Tony’s frame. Tony held onto Stephen’s forearms and the both looked at you expectantly. You sat up and then moved onto your hands and knees, crawling down the bed until you were in front of them before coming up onto your knees. With one hand you cupped Tony’s face and with the other you cupped his cock, which was already trying to make its recovery known. You moved your face towards him, close enough that your breath fanned over his face.

“Are you going to listen, baby? Listen to me and Stephen? Or are you going to be naughty and have to be punished?”

“I thought we’d already established that - ow!” Tony let out a pained shout, his eyes going wide as you gave him a slap on the cheek.

“Try again, baby-boy.” Your voice was low and dark and you gave a firm squeeze with your other hand that made Tony rise up on his toes a bit. You saw Stephen’s icy eyes glimmer with amusement.

“I’ll be good, Mommy. I’ll be good.”

“Aaww. There he is. My good boy. Now, lie down for me, Tony. I wanna sit for a while.”

Tony scrambled out Stephen’s embrace and threw himself back on the bed, bouncing on it before scooting his body up the mattress and patting his cheeks.

“Your seat awaits, m’lady.”

You leant over him, biting down on his lower lip before turning and lowering your pussy over his face.

“I’m warning you now brat, that I’m not getting up until I’m satisfied.” In response Tony just shook his head, worming his tongue deeper between your folds before getting to work. You shifted slightly, and sighed as Tony started to drag wave after wave of pleasure out of you. At least he wasn’t fucking around with that.

The bed dipped and you met Stephen’s smile as he climbed up between Tony’s legs. His lips met yours as you balanced your weight by placing your hands on Tony’s hips. Stephen’s mouth was hot and demanding, sending further jolts of pleasure through you. The kiss was short-lived though, as Stephen pulled away so he could work his ‘magic’ on Tony.

He took Tony’s cock in hand, stroking it a few times to get it to full hardness, before sending a wink in your direction and swallowing Tony down. Tony moaned into your pussy and you rocked against his face to remind him what he was supposed to be doing.

“You don’t get to come until I say you can, Tony. You got that? So you gotta be good to me, baby.”

Tony’s hands roamed over the lower half of your body, digging into your hips and groping the soft flesh of your ass. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down, feasting on you with gusto. Little pants and moans left your lips and you and Stephen couldn’t help but exchange glances and smiles, silently conversing about how good Tony was being.

When Tony jolted under you, you realised that Stephen was breaching him with his long fingers. You knew how that felt and made a mental note to congratulate Tony later on his restraint. For now, you just decided to tease him. “Good boy, baby. Let Stephen in. Just enjoy it, but don’t come yet. I’m almost there. Keep doing that. Mmm… yes!”

Your orgasm was tantalisingly close and it wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge. Tony thrust his tongue as far into your pussy as he could and you rocked back and forth, stimulating your clit on the facial hair covering his chin, and then you were right there.

Trembling.

Crying out.

Covering Tony’s face in your release.

But you weren’t done yet. You tilted your hips and Tony got the message, shifting his ministrations to gently suck on your engorged bundle of nerves.

However, he seemed to be losing focus, because after a few moments he stopped sucking. You could feel his fingers tensing, digging into your skin and you realised he was close to coming. You reached out, wrapping your fingers in Stephen’s grey streaked hair to get his attention. He sometimes got a little lost when giving oral.

“Slow down, love.”

Stephen let Tony’s cock fall from his mouth and stilled his hand. His lips were red, and smeared with saliva and pre-come, and he’d never looked so wonderfully debauched. You leaned down and gave him a kiss, squeaking into his mouth as Tony came out of his near-orgasmic stupor and started to work you over again. You continued to kiss Stephen as you ground onto Tony’s face, reaching your second orgasm. Feeling wrung out, you rolled off Tony.

He sat up, hair sticking up, face wet and red and you giggled at the state of him, but no sooner had you done so, Stephen went back to his task of opening Tony up.

“Legs apart, Tony.”

Tony just whimpered, and did what he was told, nodding his head and fisting the sheets.

With the click of the lube cap, Stephen perfunctorily prepped him, working two, then three fingers into him. You watched with a hazy gaze, enjoying your front row seat. A whine came from Tony’s lips as Stephen pulled his fingers free and swatted at Tony’s flank.

“Up, brat. If you have energy to burn, and you want to cum, then you can fuck yourself on my cock.”

The two men quickly changed places, Stephen lying down and Tony climbing atop him. You passed Tony the bottle of lube and he applied a liberal coating to Stephen, a sparkle in his eye. He was about to ease himself into position when you gripped his chin between your thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t stop being a good boy, now. Make Stephen cum first.”

Tony didn’t say anything, but he pouted, and you pulled his lower lip into your mouth, sucking on it hard, before letting it go with an audible pop. Placing your hands on his waist, you helped to steady him as he sank down onto Stephen’s cock, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling back.

��Good boy. Such a good boy.” You poured your praises into his ear, watching him relax as you did, until his ass became flush with Stephen’s thighs. Moving carefully, you shifted your position until you were behind Tony, able to wrap your arms around him peer over his shoulder if you so wished. With his own hands braced on Stephen's chest, he started to move, slowly at first, so he could feel Stephen’s cock rubbing over every nerve-ending within him, but he slowly picked up speed.

Stephen moaned and closed his eyes, his hands searching out Tony’s hips, either to provide an anchor for himself or to help Tony move - you weren’t sure which.

“Oh! That’s it, Tony. Fuck, you feel so good. Keep doing that.”

Tony bit his lip and continued to move. From over his shoulder you watched his aching cock bob lewdly. It looked angry and red, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum with each downwards movement. You even realised he was whimpering.

You trailed your hands down his chest, teasing his dark nipples up into stiff peaks, flicking and pinching them, almost cruelly. You knew he was close, but where would the fun be if you didn’t make it at least a bit difficult for him to follow your rules.

“Stephen! Angel! I’m so close.”

“Hold it, baby. Get Stephen there first. You can do it.”

You saw tears start to run down Tony’s face as he battled the sensations threatening to overwhelm him. You kissed some of them away before looking down at your other boyfriend.

Stephen’s face was almost similarly contorted, although without the tears. His eyes were screwed shut and you could see the veins pulsing in his neck, and the way his fingers curled viciously into Tony’s hips. There would no doubt be bruises left by them that Tony would wear with pride for the next week.

“Tony! Yes! I - I’m cumming!”

Stephen’s body went taut and as he spilt into Tony you wrapped your fingers around Tony’s desperate cock.

Tony let out a strangled cry as you pumped him, once, twice and then he was spilling over your hand and Stephen’s chest. He sobbed his way through his pleasure, movements almost frenzied in the way he dragged every ounce of pleasure he could from Stephen’s now flagging cock and your hand.

Finally he collapsed over Stephen, body limp. His eyes were closed and he dragged in breath after ragged breath. Stephen threaded his fingers through Tony’s hair, gently petting him, his own eyes closed as he also recovered.

You quickly got off the bed, crossing to the bathroom to wash yourself up and grab a couple more washcloths. On your return you found that in the minute you’d been gone, Stephen had managed to extricate himself from the warm clutch of Tony’s body and rolled both of them on their sides, Tony’s face still nuzzled into his neck.

Stephen took one of the washcloths from you, and wiped his chest and cock clean, while you used the other one to freshen Tony up. He wasn’t asleep, but he wasn’t fully awake either, caught in that nebulous, soft place that can only be reached by an earth-shattering orgasm.

With all of you clean enough for now, you climbed back onto the bed, pulling the counterpane up to cover your three forms as you curled up behind Tony, hooking an arm and leg over him.

You could all do with a small nap after that, and you had no doubt that upon waking properly Tony would be back to his teasing, almost insufferable self. For now, though, the perfect balance of your unusual trio had helped him find the release he needed. Next time it might be you or Stephen’s turn, but no matter what form your collective loving took, it was always just what you all wanted.

The three of you lapsed into slumber, the scent of roses still clinging to the air.

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