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ham1lton · 4 days

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fight for this love.

pairings: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

warnings: nothing!

faceclaim: bella hadid.

summary: jude meets you at a promotional event for a brand you both have a deal with. after the first meeting, he’s smitten, but there is a problem. he never got your number.

— part three of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

liked by gucci, judesgf and 1,028,728 others.

vogue: gucci’s newest ambassador, footballer jude bellingham, spills the beans (no pun intended) on his fav outfit combo, his ideal type and his favourite kebab place back home in birmingham.

user1: NEED HIM SO BAD 😍😍😍😩😩😩

user8: brb going to buy out gucci rn.

user7: WAIT…. his ideal type???

-> user9: it’s lowkey kind of boring. specific but not specific. he says he loves girls who are focused, smart and have good relationships with their friends and family.

-> user7: check, check and CHECK 😩 brb calling up my deadbeat dad rq just for u jude 😘😍

user6: gucci king we love him.

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liked by yourbffname, oscarpiastri and 1,237,665 others.

yourusername: gucci loves me and i love gucci ♥︎ thank u to the whole gucci team for having me alongside the other ambassadors at today’s event! it was so much fun!

oscarpiastri: you had the entire gucci catalogue to choose from and you still chose to dress like an ailing grandfather.

-> yourusername: drip or drown baby!

-> oscarpiastri: you’re the latter.

user1: i met you today at the gucci event!! you were so sweet. i was the one who gave u the bracelet! 🫶🏼

-> yourusername: yes!! thank u sm!! it was so cute and matched my outfit so well. i’m still wearing it!

logansargeant: when are you hooking me up with free gucci 🤨😒 we’ve been friends for more than a decade ms l/n….

-> yourusername: lemme work my magic 🙈✨

user78: she should have been a model instead of a formula one driver!! so pretty!! that bone structure 🤤

user7: did you see jude looking at her throughout the whole damn event? omg. he’s down bad.

-> user63: bro was simping 😭 i don’t blame him. i mean… it’s y/n.

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liked by oscarpiastri, yourbffname and 1,237,765 others.

judebellingham: took these pics last night. whoever my midnight muse was, please message me.

oscarpiastri: i know her mate. it’s landonorris.

-> landonorris: yes ‘tis i, your gucci girl 🥰

logansargeant: it’s yourusername, man. thank you for this. now she’ll stop talking about you in the gc 🙄🙄

-> user7: american and british solidarity.

user8: need a man willing to do a worldwide search for me.

-> user26: commit a crime, flee and you’ll get a whole fleet of men doing that for you <3

user12: oh to be jude bellingham’s midnight muse.

user90: how does bro not know the current world champion and first female f1 driver to break many barriers in the sport?? like she’s a household name 😭

-> user25: chronically offline 😭

yourusername: hi!! it’s me! these photos are gorgeous! yes, please message me <3 also ignore oscar, logan and lando in your comments please. they have no home training.

-> logansargeant: you could have stopped me if you had given me the gucci u promised 🤨

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yourusername: i felt like my paddock outfit just wasn’t appreciated enough today.

oscarpiastri: this is all you post after your win?

-> yourusername: i put a lot of effort into this outfit! only charles said something. 😔

-> oscarpiastri: wow! y/n! jeans and a t-shirt! revolutionary!

-> yourusername: i’m gonna pretend that wasn’t sarcastic 😝🥰

user728: oscar doesn’t see the vision. this is super cute!!

user267: her posting this after she just hard launched her relationship with jude?!

-> user128: like girlie straight up jumped and kissed him after her win and hasn’t even acknowledged it???

judebellingham: u look so good.

-> user682: you couldn’t have texted her this shit? lmaoooooo.

user516: i appreciated it!!

-> yourusername: i love u sm 🫶🏼😍

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liked by ynsgf, zendaya and 1,727,982 others.

yourusername: tried to find out if blondes do truly have more fun. answer tbd.

— 📸 creds - my bf.

judebellingham: that’s ME in the caption btw.

-> yourusername: we know babe 😁🥰😝

gucci: i guess we’re matchmakers now?

-> logansargeant: YASSS 😩 now can i get free gucci or no 🤨

-> oscarpiastri: crazy emoji use man 😭 is it ever that serious.

judebellingham: i love you so much.

-> yourusername: love u forever. glad to be urs. 💕🫶🏻

user1: she ate this down we love a bad bitch and her supportive bf!

user71: him flying her out after she wins the championship!!! we love this for her!!

user16: why can’t i have a hot gf, be sexy, be rich, one of the most promising young athletes currently and be lounging on a beach somewhere…

-> user72: why can’t i have a hot bf, be sexy, be rich, one of the most promising young athletes currently and be lounging on a beach somewhere…

user68: we love a blonde moment!

-> yourusername: halfway through our holiday, i saw zendaya, rihanna and beyoncé go blonde and got extreme fomo.

-> judebellingham: she made me dye it. i was terrified.

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author’s note: reader here is heavily based off of what it would have been if nepo!sis reader was the driver instead of o/s but in that universe, she never would have dated lando. so… small blessings ig?

#jayde’s works ☆#ham1lton 500 ☾#f1 smau #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #football x reader #jude bellingham smau #jude bellingham fluff

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 2 months

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Will I ever see you again?

Captain John Price x Fem Reader.

You met the captain in a fancy bar in town, you had a terrible date and Price took good care of your broken heart, now you wonder if you will have the chance to see him again.

Remember to give me a ♥️ if you like the story.

Warning: nothing important, just spelling and grammatical errors.

You were sitting close to the bar, with puffy eyes, your lips pumped more than usual, you cried a lot, you were wearing a beautiful red dress, your hair in soft curls and there was a martini In front of you, you wondered why you asked for that, you needed something stronger to drown your sadness.

A man took a seat beside you, you tried to look normal but your face betrayed you.

- Hey Darling, Are you alright?

You looked in his direction and you were amazed, was very handsome, his beard already had some grey hair, but his eyes, blue as the ocean were beautiful, a very muscular body, he was older than you for sure, but that didn't matter, he was so attractive, you smiled at him and nodded.

- I'm fine, sorry, just a bad date.

- Oh sorry about that, if it helps, I bet that guy is an idiot for leaving a beautiful lady like you crying in a bar.

You didn't know if it was the drink giving you bravery or was your broken heart trying to find a way to heal.

- don't be, if it hadn't been a mess I wouldn't be here talking with a handsome man like you.

He chuckled and nodded, you left your sad mood behind, not every day you find a man like him, you batted your eyes coquettishly.

- So, What's your name stranger?

- I'm John, nice to meet you, what about you? What's the name of the beautiful lady I have in front of me?

He kissed your hand and you blushed.

- I'm (y/n).

You and John talked for hours, he invited more drinks then both decided to take a walk, you discovered that you and him have a lot in common, he told you a bit about his work and you told him about yours, then, still with the bravery to flower of skin, you kissed him, he instantly returned the kiss, was good, no one ever kissed you in that way, eagerly, hungry, desperate, but at the same time, soft, sweet and full of desire and love, after that kiss you definitely were sure all your life you had been kissing toads.

The sexual tension increased, you could feel the urgency to be with him, skin to skin. John was more than ready to continue but as the gentleman he was, he asked you for your permission.

- You're so pretty, call me old school, but I won't do anything, until I have your permission.

- I want this John, I want you.

He kissed you one more time and then he took you to his apartment, which was elegant, a mix between industrial and minimalist decorations, the smell of cigar and oak had you on pure ecstasy, John and you didn't waste time, clothes were scattered around the apartment, hands marks in every mirror, glass, furniture, moans were the melody filling the place, sweat, caresses and kisses, was a magical night, unfortunately all the good things have an end.

The next morning you woke up with a thousand calls of your friends and the guy who dated you, then you found yourself alone In the bed, you took all your clothes and stuff and ran. You didn't read the note John left you «Morning Beautiful, I went to buy something for breakfast, brb».

When John went back, you weren't there anymore, he was sad, but just like you, he thought it was just one night's love.

For months you tried to continue with your life, but the flashbacks of Price invaded you, you weren't dating no one anymore, no one was like John. You visited the bar where you met him a couple times waiting to find him, but it was a waste of time, he wasn't there. You didn't remember the way to his house, you were desperate, Where was he? Was he even real?.

You were walking around, you lived in a small town but with every step you gave the town looked more and more bigger, it was starting to rain but you didn't care, a taxi passed by your side but you didn't even try to look at it, until you heard the car stopped and a voice calling your name caught your attention.

- Y/N!?

You turned your head and there he was, those blue eyes, brown hair, beard with some gray hair, tall and muscular.

- John!

You jumped into his arms, you kissed him, you had him once again.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #x yn #141 x reader #x reader #captain john price #captain price #john price #price x reader #call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare #fanfiction #reader insert #Spotify

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stopthatnel · 4 months

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cherries (part two)

cw: dubcon, rough play, dirty talk, oral (female receiving).

sn: i know some of the things said in this are just... well... brb imagining a part three. as usual, minors do not fucking interact.

i wrote this while listening to sleep token's, sugar. think hozier but metal and also with extra magical abilities to immediately make you go feral. also happy new year! 🩷

s: nanami was chivirlous enough to get you there, but who was going to make sure you kept coming back? wc: 2.5k

i haven’t been able to meet his gaze since that night. in my mind, there was always something else to do, far away from him and his knowing eyes. i’m sure he’s confused, from being in each others business everyday to suddenly barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. but it’s not that i don’t want to talk to him, but how can i look him in the eye and hold a conversation when all i can think about is how he defied all my expectations? nanami had me in the palm of his hand, and i’m positive he knows that.

“are you avoiding me?” he asks me. i jump, startled by his sudden presence. i swivel my chair back to face him, briefly meeting his stare before turning back to my desk.

“no nanami. i am not avoiding you.” i lied between my teeth. the office i sat in immediately became much more interesting than any words i could’ve strung together. i never noticed that the clock was crooked. i’ll have to make sure i fix it before i leave. “liar.” he checks me.

i sigh.

“was it something i did?”

of course not. i struggled with my mind for the words to tell him that it was me, but everything sounded so damn cliche. in all honesty, it was me. i’m avoiding him because of how vulnerable i felt. i felt the man reach into my body and touch my soul in a way i’ve never experienced before, it scared me.

“no.” i reply curtly. i shuffle through the papers on my desk, putting them into piles and straightening them out. “is that all?” i ached for him to leave, to give me some more time to process my fears, to understand them in just the slightest. but he doesn’t.

nanami closes my office door and a quick click bounced off the silence. “what are you doing?” i ask, turning my chair to face him, watching cautiously as he comes back to my desk. he pulls along a chair and sits in front of me, wordlessly.

“i said, what are you doing?”

i wasn’t sure what was driving me the crazier, the obnoxious ticking from that damn clock, or how his brown eyes stared down at me in contemplation. through them, i felt myself become weak. time slowed down my ability to think, to breathe. i was drowning in caution and anticipation, too aware for my own good.

i’m sure i know what he’s thinking, i’m being weird, putting a boundary between our friendship because we hooked up.

i am.

but it didn't feel like just a hookup. he told me to feel, and god did that feel like something more. it felt like years worth of passion, like all my doubts were something he could pick up with one finger and discard with ease. did he mean to do that? to make me feel like that? to throw me out of whack whenever he was remotely visible to me?

“this is a twisted game you’re playing with me, (y/n).” there was a strain in his voice that you could easily miss, like he wasn’t saying what was truly on his mind. “but i’ve known you long enough to guess that part of you enjoys this game.” my eyebrows perk up at his words, the trance i was in suddenly shattering like a mirror.

“what the fuck does that even mean?” i spit, a bit harsher than i intended. he tilts his head to the side, pushing his glasses on top of his hair. his eyes narrow at me, a hint of surprise dancing behind them. his movements are quick, pulling my chair from underneath and dragging me toward him. as much as i hated to admit it, i squeaked when i felt his knees hit the edge of my chair. my knees were on either side of his, i was almost embarrassed.

“you want to complicate this. you want to ruin this before it ruins you. but i won’t let you do that, not to me.”

not to him? “i don’t do that.” solely because in the past, there was nothing to complicate in the first place. in the present however, my best friend is adamant i give in to something that's new to me. “you do baby, and it's okay. but not when it’s me, not when i’ve developed a taste for you. i can’t let you take that away from me.” it’s not until i'm walking home do i realize that i’ve figured it out. it’s his words that put me in those trances.

i’m staring at his text as i open the door to my apartment. i’m staring at his text as i take off my shoes. my keys never made it to its post because i couldn’t take my eyes off his text.

N: let’s talk it out. i already let myself in.

i’m not sure what feelings swirled around in my gut but they were heavy. they were heavy enough to keep my feet planted on the ground, staring at nanami who’d made himself comfortable on my couch. “what is there to talk about?” i manage, forgoing my hello’s. nanami turns his head to face me, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “welcome home, come sit next to me.”

i don’t find it in me to move from my spot, wanting answers.

“what do you mean by ‘taking’ whatever ‘this’ is away from you? what even is ‘this’?” my questions come out quicker than i thought it would, and nanami throws my first question back in my face. “i thought you said there was nothing to talk about?” i sigh, growing exhausted. my feet drag me over to the couch, instinctively plopping down next to him.

maybe he was right, i was complicating things too much. we both had fun, we both enjoyed it, so why ignore it? in fact, maybe i shouldn’t be pushing this away at all, he was the only one that took his time, didn’t get frustrated with me, didn’t get too excited, talked me through it. and it seemed like he enjoyed it too, not just the sex but fulfilling me. it’s the ‘what if’ that’s holding me back, but i could hear him out.

“talk to me.” i say, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me.

“‘this’ is us. you’re pulling away from me. we have never been like that, why start now?” nanami’s words are fluid, as he speaks, his hands reaching over to pull my jacket down my shoulders. i allow myself to join his lucidity, pulling my arms out of the fabric and laying it over the arm rest. he keeps his hands on me, placing them on my knees and rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “we go together, that night was just the cherry on top. you think it’s too much? we won’t put a name on it. you think it’ll disappear? i won't let go. but if you don’t want this, i’ll back away. you just need to tell me.”

my silence was deafening as i watched the way his hands trailed up to the hem of my skirt, his fingers dancing underneath the fabric. my breathing was shallow against his touch, his fingers almost too hot to bear on my skin. they were options, each one addressing a different ‘what if’ inside my head and the only one i disagreed with was him backing away. all i had to do was tell him.

i don’t want to tell him to back away, i want this. i know i do. i know it in the way i allow him to reach farther up into my skirt, pulling my thighs apart and kneading the supple flesh between his palms. i was back in the palm of his hand except this time, i knew what to expect. there wouldn’t be any coaxing necessary, any dubious thoughts behind whether or not he was truly a man of his word could be thrown away along with the rest of them; because this time, i knew for sure.

and he knew as well. bringing himself to his knees on the very ground beneath me like he was a sinner and i was his god. it would be a greater sin to turn away his worship, his lips pressed against the top of my thighs, without any rhyme or reason. his fingers laced themselves underneath my underwear, playing tug of war with my conscience and will. for a moment, he paused to look up at me, no doubt a light bulb going off in his head.

“do you want me to take it?” he asks. i struggled with the words in my mind, let alone in my mouth but the way heat rushed through my body said more than i needed to know. i couldn’t make a sound, allowing myself to answer him with a simple nod of my head. his gentle touch turned rough, pulling me to the edge of the cushion and pushing my body down onto the couch. “you want me to take it because you don’t want to burden the responsibility of how this ends. but i need you,” he grunts, popping the buttons off my blouse and taking my still clad breast into his hand. “to understand that as long as it’s within my power, you are not going anywhere.” his free hand grabs my chin and forces our eyes to meet, a grin eating away at his lips. “if this will help me get to where i want us to be,”

he delivers a harsh squeeze to my bosom, “then i will take, and take, and take until you realize you can do nothing else but give.” a sigh falls from my lips when he presses against my clit through my panties, closing my eyes as flashbacks of him taking, ripping waves of pleasure through my body. he was right, if he needed me as bad as he says he’s going to have to pry the uncertainty out of my body, which clearly proves to be no issue to him.

“at the end of the day, princess, you’re going to live with the way i’ll make you crave me. i’ll make sure that every time you reach into the back of your underwear drawer you hesitate. you’ll reach for your phone and call me, and each time you call i’ll be at your heels, i’ll be in between your thighs making mess out of this pussy.” his words went to my core, heat rushed to my face when he pulls my panties down, seeing the mess he made. “but it seems like you have no problem doing that already. you want this as much as i do, and i’ll get those exact words out of you, in that order.”

i stifle a whimper when he dips his head down between my legs, kissing my lips and digging his tongue between them. i couldn’t bring myself to look at him still, but faulted back to his words last time.

“i don’t want you to focus on looking, i need you to focus on feeling.”

so i let myself feel again, i let him make his assaults on my cunt, twitching and grinding into him, giving him my body even though i was desperate for him to take. he held me down against the plush fabric underneath me, claiming his power over me. i didn’t want to argue anymore. i wanted him to give me every reason to shut up and the cries i was stifling only had one solution, his hand. i take his wrist between my fingers, dragging it up to my mouth and then i look down.

he was so beautiful, amber eyes almost on fire, brows pursed together as he peers at me from under them. i didn’t have to see his lips to guess that they were coated in my slick, plump and pink as always. and even though his hand sat loosely on my mouth, i pressed up against it as i cried, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins in a way i couldn’t imagine without him present.

he pulls me from my bliss, wedging himself between my thighs and i can’t get enough of his cock; how it feels inside me, on me, rubbing between my folds and pressing onto my clit. the sounds of his breathy moans only heightened my sensitivity to everything around me, i didn’t have to move a muscle to please him the way he pleased me. it felt so gratifying, feeling like all i needed to bring to the table was plain and simple, myself. for a moment, his passion and determination was clear to me; watching the way he threw his head back as he bottomed out in my cunt, it all was so clear. he wasn’t going to let up, and i had no intention of allowing him to.

“k-kento,” i sound pathetic, whimpering his name and digging my nails into his hips. “harder.” my request seemed to light a new fire in him, and he’s smirking to himself. “yeah?” slowly, i begin to lose my grip. he’s hissing between his teeth as he grabs onto my waist, holding me still against his thrusts. as enveloped in pleasure as i was, i can’t help but watch him; from the rise and fall of his chest, the way his shoulders shudder when he goes in deep enough to have me clenching around him, and more importantly, the way his tongue runs over his lips, probably still tasting my climax from earlier.

“kiss me kento.” and he complies, moving his hands underneath me and pulling me up, enveloping my lips with his. he sucks and nibbles at my bottom lip and when our tongues finally introduce themselves to each other, i can’t help but to moan into his mouth. he rests his forehead against mine briefly, as if to catch his breath and he’s back to exploring my mouth again. i was coming quicker than i could have realized it, my jaw going slack and my eyes squeezing shut.

he hugged me as i came, stilling himself in me and holding me close to his chest. for once, this didn’t feel claustrophobic. it was like the world had suddenly stilled and all i could hear was his heart thumping against his chest. in that moment, i couldn’t be bothered with how tightly i held him. he was an anchor and i was a balloon too ambitious for my own good. i could’ve given him anything he asked for and as the ringing subsided in my ears, he only asked for one thing.

“let me take care of you.”

where's the rest of your work?

#jjk smut #jjk x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x you #kento smut #nanami kento #jjk kento #kento x reader

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chvoswxtch · 8 months

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midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

“If I were truly courting you, I would not need flowers, only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room.” (from bridgerton) uuuuurrrggghhhhhh fake dating with billy!!!! brb i'm gonna go pass out because that is too hot. and becasue it's so hot, from the vault PLEASE AND THANK YOUU!

okay don't hate me but i've never seen bridgerton

but I seemed to do okay with the matty one you sent so I hope i'm doing it justice with billy boy too

as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

admit it (billy's version) (from the vault)*

if I were truly courting you, I would not need flowers, only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room

Goddamn William Russo. Goddamn his enchanting obsidian eyes and his perfectly sculpted cheekbones that could make Adonis weep. Goddamn his silver tongue that constantly lashed at your ego with his sharp wit just to soothe the sting with candied whispers that bewitched your body, much to your own annoyance. Goddamn his skilled fingers that were currently underneath your dress, deftly strumming your chords to elicit the most sinful melodies from your lips.

“Admit it.”

Billy’s cocky tone dripping into your ear nearly chased away the high you were so close to approaching, but you refused to give in. Not yet. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to drown out the wicked smirk on his lips, focusing solely on the pleasure that was steadily building up in your lower stomach like an agonizingly slow crescendo.

“No.”

The way you grit your teeth and struggled to spit out that one word made Billy chuckle. He leaned in to nuzzle his nose against your throat, the scruff of his beard scratching deliciously over the sensitive skin he had previously assaulted with his teeth and tongue, and he pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. Simultaneously, he slowed the pace of his index and middle finger that were conducting a symphony between your thighs, and the loss of stimulation had you letting out a pathetic whimper.

“Billy-”

“C’mon, darlin’. Don’t be so stubborn. All you gotta do is admit it.”

You weren’t sure how you ended up here. One minute you were begrudgingly agreeing to let Billy pretend to court you at a ball to ward off any potential marriage proposals you were not ready for, and the next Billy had you pushed up against a wall with your dress hiked up to your hips and his hand in your panties trying to prove a point; that you wanted him.

Clearly the mess he had created that was soaking his hand wasn’t proof enough. The ornery fucker wanted to hear you say it. He wanted verbal confirmation that would prove what he suspected all along; that you were not immune to William Russo’s charm. As much as you tried to fight it, and God did you try, somehow you always knew you would end up here.

You enjoyed constantly bantering with Billy. You enjoyed seeing him get all worked up. He was the only man that could keep up with you, and found your combative nature amusing instead of disrespectful. He even encouraged you to fight back with him and riled you up just as much as you did him. Billy was your match, and he knew it. Now, he just wanted you to admit it.

As if he could hear your inner turmoil, Billy curled his fingers upwards in a “come hither” motion that made your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, and he let a saccharine promise drip into your waiting ears.

“I’ll give you whatever the hell you want. You want the world? It’s yours. Just lemme hear you say it.”

This little game had gone on for too long, and he had you exactly where he wanted you. The reward he was offering was too good to pass up. Swallowing your pride along with a prepared insult, you let out a sigh of defeat and pressed your forehead against Billy’s chest, gripping onto his strong biceps tightly.

“I want you.”

Billy’s lips immediately stretched into a wolfish grin, as if he had just won the biggest prize there was.

And he had.

He won you.

#court's 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version)#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x fem!reader #billy russo x f!reader #billy russo blurb #billy russo request #billy russo smut

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permettez-moi · 6 months

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More ruins of gorlan audiobook thinkies:

Arald asking Will not to tell Halt that he told Will it was hid master leading the cavalry, as he didn’t want Halt to get angry with him. I like how this indicates they have butted heads before, as most characters in the series are shown to be cool headed, or, if they aren't, they rarely actually argue. So in a way I like how this request indicates it has happened before, getting rid of a bit of the feeling of 'they all magically get along'

Halt including Will in his message to the baron 'tell the baron that Halt and his apprentice Will are tracking the boar' just the fact that Halt not only adds that his apprentice is coming, but that he is called Will feels so important? It's like Halt is showing how much Will matters to him, and that, even though he is a mere apprentice, he is important

'Halt reigned in for a few seconds to explain, and Will brought tug to a stop beside him' the way I died because Flanny boy obviously had to say 'to a stop' instead of 'to a halt' kills me

I am absolutely obsessed with the image of Horace, absolutely beaten up, a black eye and bleeding lip, holding a wooden sword, standing there ready to protect will (I am thinking of a specific image, but can't pinpoint it, like, slightly hunched, maybe leaning against something, in any case, a real power stance)

When Will got scared because Gil dissapeared out if sight on the planes (when hunting kalkara) Halt says that it's alright, and he rather Will warn him too often, then too little, and then, I quote 'Halt knew only all too well, that having called a false alarm once, Will might be reluctant to react one time, and that might be fatal for all of them' ALL THE POSSIBLE THINGS THIS COULD RELATE TO??? Did Halt once feel foolish like this, and didn't warn crowley or the group or something, causing terrible things?? Is this somehow related to ferris, where, after the first attack, he told his thoughts to someone who reacted badly, not doing it the next time and then nearly getting drowned??

I FORGOT ABOUT THE WILLYS KISS OMG THE KUSS THE KIDS I SCREAMED OUT LOUD

Both Rodney and Arald being happy that Will chose Halt, you cannot tell me that that isn't because they saw Halt was happier with Will in his life

HALT SMILING BECAUSE WILL CHOSE HIMMMMMM I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN

WAIT THE CONFESSION ABOUT WILL'S FATHER IS IN THE FIRST BOOK??? In my head it came way later! Also got teary eyed by this btw

Brb I am crying now

#ranger's apprentice #ra #rangers apprentice #john flanagan #the ruins of gorlan #I am in love with these characters #Klock listens to the audiobook

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 23 days

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me + sleep deprivation = "oh yes this trash can looks exactly like the save button" brb while i cry myself to sleep 😭 allure part three may be a few days late because i only have the paper draft of it now yippee 🥳 i still have to do the last read through of part two then it's good to go, i will do it after work i pinky promise 🫡

apologies for the delay, but thank you for all the love with this fic i'm genuinely so proud of it and i hope i didn't just piss too many people off. as an apology, another teaser to hold you over :

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When he grabs the curtain, your voice comes out rushed. "Please don't touch me."

"I won't." He speaks shortly, opening the fabric just enough to turn off the water. Immediately, with no sound to drown it out, he hears your irregular heartbeat. "I won't," he says with a voice soft with promise.

The silence drapes you both, listening closely to one another for any sign of movement or speech.

Your ears are perked up, eyes wide and wild as you watch his silhouette take a seat on the closed toilet. He seems to be watching you as well.

"You're in heat." He breaks the hush with a punch. It's not a question, more so it's an observation from his sharp senses.

"Yes." You whisper back.

"How long since you had your last one? That blocker was in there deep." His voice holds something like quiet empathy, which makes your wolf want to crawl to him even more. You try to calculate the years to give him a good estimate of how bad this will get, but your brain feels too hot in your head.

"Long," is all you can muster up.

The quiet blankets you again, the only sounds are that of the raging storm outside. A clap of thunder makes you jerk, wrapping your clawed hands around yourself for a sense of comfort.

His hand peeks through the gap in the curtain, holding your large towel. You take it with an almost silent thank you, wrapping it around your shoulders as you stay seated.

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#stars journal #fic update

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katasstrophy · 1 year

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What are your favorite pet names for your fave blorbos??? Mine are beebee for Bachira and YoiCHU! *insert cheek kiss* for Isagi~

d’aaawwww nonnie you got me giggling over this how cute<33 i may have gone overboard like always lol but here are some of my takes !! (these low key just. turned into headcanons oop i hope that’s okay!)

SHIDOU RYUSEI — HELLCAT

this is my personal favorite because it just fits him so fucking well and i know it in my soul of souls that he’d adore it. like yes he is your feral hellcat<3 your demon spawn<3 but you’re crazy enough to love that about him, to turn it into an endearing pet name, even. bastard would probably purr and meow just to lay it on real thick pls i can never be normal about this man.

ITOSHI RIN — RINNIE

calling the ever stoic, foul-mouthed younger itoshi smth as sickeningly sweet as rinnie is the best thing since sliced bread actually idc if i’m basic! it’s true! ofc he’d absolutely abhor it at first, snapping at you to “fucking stop calling him that” which just spurs you on more tbh lol he’s furious with you. he thinks he abhors the nickname, then one day you drop the cutsy act to return to his given name and he’s just left standing there like🧍baffled and pissed out of his mind bc where’s his mf rinnie huh?? i want to eat him so bad.

MIKAGE REO — HANDSOME

i feel like reo – party due to his lavish upbringing but mostly because he is just the ultimate lover boy – would definitely gravitate towards more ‘classier’ terms of endearment. call him handsome, or go all in by calling to him as my love and his chest is instantly puffing up like some bird about to perform the sickest mating dance ever lol he’d be so smug about it. definitely, 100% the type of guy that still gets weak in the knees when you call him husband – doesn’t matter if you’ve been married three months or 5 years he eats that shit up!

SANZU HARUCHIYO — CANDYMAN

okay so because i’m a little shit i can’t ignore the juxtaposition of the big bad criminal being committed to the pink aesthetic (don’t get me wrong i’m obsessed with it), so in my head i could get away with calling sanzu annoying crap like barbie doll or cupcake – or probably his most tolerated one out of the bunch, candyman (because of the, ya know, murderous implications lmfao). all in a very sarcastic vain ofc! i feel like calling him by his given name, or just simply haru, would def be all the more special then <3 (… BUT bc he’s sick in the head he’d probably love it even more if you romanticized his psychotic tendencies – call him stuff like my lovely little killer and he’s a goner he is clinically insane like.)

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA — MY (EVERYTHING)

let me just clarify that this man is not picky! whatsoever! he’s so starved for love he’d literally eat any term of endearment straight out of your mouth if he could. everything is one the table: baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, love – you name it, tora likes it, he wants you to keep calling him sweet names until he’s drowned in it. but what gets him really over the moon is if you just insert a small little ‘my’ in front of it. yeah, he loves being called baby, but my baby? he’s on his knees for you goodbye he loves the subtle ownership of it. (not to get n/sfw but uh… call him your sweet boy when you’re overstimming him and his pupils might just turn heart-shaped he’s ruined.)

KAKUCHO — YOUR LAST NAME

i only recently found out that “hitto” is actually a fanon made last name for kaku darling and i’d like to report that i’m still devastated over it so :( when you two get married – because he will marry you, if he’s in love like that’s it he’s locking you down for life – you ask him if he’d like to take your last name and yeah he cries a little he’s so touched pls :( so when people refer to him as L/n-san or mr. L/n he’s still not over it he has to remind himself that they are, in fact, talking to him. the effect triples when it’s you that calls him as such he’s so proud to wear your name brb gonna bawl my eyes out.

#—ping! new message from (anon)#beebee for bachira is adorable :3 i tag him as bachibabe when i reblog stuff of him and ngl kinda proud of that one still #and yoichu is the perfect excuse to steal a kiss from him!!#—tr.thoughts!#—bllk.thoughts!#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons

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lopposting · 2 months

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combining the most recent theories including your last beautifully written post, i now believe that Carlo, upon learning the disease could make him slowly waste away and have an agonising demise, eventually chose to leave on his own terms by drowning or by practically taking on a nearly suicidal mission around the days of the attack at the Charity House

@mahirublue

[long post - also btw thank you to ppl responding :D ]

So, I've noticed that there is this seam around Nameless' neck.

I initially thought the implication was that Geppetto had removed and reattached the head to access whatever parts he needed to get to.

But I'm actually wondering if maybe he fell from somewhere, considering how he is positioned when we find him.

[I've also had the thought that maybe he isn't even dead in this scene?? but her manner really doesn't seem that way, it's awful bedside manner, for one]

Honestly this all started as more of a crack theory, but now I'm actually wondering if it's actually true. Mostly just because - there seems to be no real reason why we don't seem to know how Carlo died. Like, they went through all this trouble to show us all of this. But if it involved something that, again, is kind of taboo, I can see the story wanting to imply something like that without explicitly having to show it

The thing is, Gemini seems to have stayed behind with Carlo, and I don't really think he woulda let some kid off himself under his watch. (although, I guess that is kind of what happened anyway)

Maybe it'll be answered in the DLC, maybe it'll never be answered, or maybe this entire thing was all nothing to begin with!

[And then there's also the entire relic of trismisgestus trismesgistus tirestmegest- (cant spell) thing with gemini.]

@ideas-on-paper

More thoughts on this!! -

Yes, so at that point, Carlo had already been "rejected" by his father. so I can imagine that affecting him badly. [It's also reminding me of the other lore bit of Simon being rejected by his own father ("A father is like god to his son")]

On top of that:

So, I really love the interpretation about the Carlo at the end not being Carlo but Geppetto's ideal version of carlo.

If Carlo really was so unhappy while he was alive, or died by suicide, I don't know, I think it puts a really sad spin on the end carlo smile and how Giuseppe makes his ideal Carlo "happy" in the end

Also, I just recently found the dialogue of antonia actually talking about the BRB painting, which I had NO IDEA existed. It was like the first time I saw that (it was her saying something like "how much Geppetto must've missed you")

I used to think along the lines of "geppetto doesnt want love he wants control", which I still do think is true. But now I'm starting to feel that - even with all his evil - he really did love his son. (That does NOT mean he can't also be a bad parent or a bad person.)

Your Father, who cares about you more than anyone

#lies of p #lies of p spoilers #ask #joyloa #tw suicide #tw hanging #liesofp #speculation #theory #carlo #tw death #lop

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dootznbootz · 3 months

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I feel kind of bad about that post I made talking about how Odysseus would never sacrifice his family to save his own skin while I didn't give a name, I hope that person doesn't feel bad or that they get hate. As I don't want to gatekeep someone's interpretation of the Odyssey but also...while I guess you could claim that he would do that, there's so much MORE evidence as to how he would literally rather be stabbed than see his wife and son have even a splinter

Her rejecting him at first put him in a bad position. Honestly, in an alternate universe, where she didn't accept him or trick him that night, I think the poor guy would've cried himself to sleep again in that separate cot. He'd probably cry to Athena and ask if he did something wrong.

It would probably be an "awkward morning" of Odysseus and Penelope silently doing their things (not bringing up suitors' parents right now. And Odysseus would probably tell Telemachus to not say anything stupid.) and eventually, everything would bubble up out of Odysseus and honestly, I could see him straight up begging her to accept him. Not even caring about how he appeared to others.

Honestly, if she DID take a lover in that time...I think he'd either accept it and just...wander? Around Ithaca as a beggar as he doesn't want to be away from them but if they won't accept him, what else can he do? OR if she had another lover, (War flashback of the shitty retelling where Penelope has an affair) he'd probably kill the lover as let's be honest, Odysseus is basically a Yandere, to put it simply. Touch the wife, you get the knife.

And yeah, he doesn't JUST want his family.

"Oh, he wants to not be in constant danger."

"He just wants to go back to Ithaca."

"He wants to be king again."

Boy howdy, he sure does!!! But if, for example, Penelope and Telemachus for some reason moved to somewhere else? IDK, AU where they permanently moved to Sparta, hanging with Helen and Menelaus, and she didn't remarry or something. He'd be like "Shit, okay, BRB." And go to them. He'd probably have them all go back to Ithaca but still, THEY ARE HIS HOME. They make Ithaca home. Any place is home as long as he has them.

Despite having the opportunity to wed the most beautiful woman in the world, he took the Oath so then he could marry Penelope. And even then, it wasn't "for sure" as he had to race her dad. He did so much simply to have the CHANCE to marry her even though he probably wasn't planning on getting married as he brought no gifts. And he did so much so then he wouldn't have to leave the life they had built together and their young baby.

He could've had ANYONE. Went ANYWHERE. Did ANYTHING and he still wanted THEM.

Like??? Holy shit. This guy would do ANYTHING for them. I mean that's kind of why he's considered to be so "scummy" in how ride or die he is for them and basically a bitch to everyone else. That's what makes him SO different from many of his peers.

Person: Would you rather have your family- Odysseus: Family, always. Person: I didn't even say it yet- Odysseus: I don't fucking care. Always family. Person: Even if it meant you got immortality and a hot goddess for a wife? Odysseus: You act like that's a good thing? That was literally torture. Fuck you. I already have a hot Water Wife™ that I get the privilege to drown in every day. She gave me a wonderful Water Son™ who is the light of my eyes and who I am more proud to be the father of than I am of being the son of an Argonaut Person: Even if I give you a million dollars? Odysseus, acting nonchalant while Penelope picks the person's pockets: As if we can't get that on our own. Person: You'd die? Odysseus: I'll set myself on fire if I have to. Person: ...Okay, new question. Would you rather lose your family- Odysseus: The other option. Always. Person: Even torture? Odysseus: I never said I would like it, just that I would do it. Person: Even yeet a baby?! Odysseus: I'll punt the baby if I have to. It's not like I wanna but I gotta do what I gotta do.

And so on and so forth. You GET IT.

#It's technically not enough as I will not shut up about them EVER but yeah. I have cat on lap. I have a cookie. aaaaaaaaaaaa #I did mean for this to be an apology and it became a rant again. I'm so sorry. but yeah... :'D I'm so fucking sorry. I'm such a bitch #I realized that there really wasn't the best evidence for this idea of him saving himself. there's more evidence to COUNTER that.#I mean he could've killed Penelope because she rejected him at first. HE was at risk because she didn't accept him.#and while he was REALLY fucking hurt and called her cruel. he STILL let her have their bed. Their fancy bed that represented THEM #that he refused to sleep in any other bed but that one but if she's not in it with him? There's no point.#It's not a marriage bed if he can't have the marriage that it represents with it.#sad au where Odysseus isn't accepted and he just...stays and watches... can't even move on because he doesn't want anything else #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #let's be real. Odysseus is against drowning but if it's from the Water Wife???👀 He'd be fine sinking to the bottom of the “river”#“Get in the Water” sung by Penelope would be a COMPLETELY different...tune.#*coughs*#I feel so insane right now. Yahoo #sdkjfskldjf #essay

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filthforfriends · 6 months

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They just posted the lyrics to Valentine………brb I need to go sob in the corner. It’s the break up song/heartbreak song I was scared of (in a good way) “dream of the day you were eating for two” 💔 “I’m so scared to give you up” 💔 “I cover myself in tattos of us” 💔 “I’m so much better with you” 💔 “Baby it’s harder to breathe when you’re gone”

It feels like the sad ending to the trilogy of Coraline, If not for you and The Loneliest (also I feel like there are references to those songs - lost the fruit of her womb, you’re still the oxygen I breathe)

This is such a good song already and I haven’t even heard the whole thing yet ❤️‍🩹

"Valentine, my decline was so much better with you" kills me.

Dating Valentine didn't cause the decline. Loosing Valentine didn't prompt the decline. Even though she's the subject of the song and was Damiano's S/O, she is just as powerless to stop him declining as we are. She had to watch as he resigned himself to it and it makes me understand why Valentine left. Its especially heartbreaking because the way he sings those last lines reveals how deep and intense their love was. He's almost screaming. Valentine must have been torn to pieces loving someone who was self-destructing. Even Valentine leaving didn't prompt Damiano to stop resigning himself to this decline. He just reflects back on how Valentine made the misery more bearable.

"I cover myself in tattoos of us and dream of the day we embrace and combust"

that lyrics reveals just how self-destructive Damiano is. He doesn't want a life with Valentine. He wants to touch her one more time before they cease to exist entirely. His ideal final act of devotion to each other is essentially dying together. Its beautiful and poetic but it's also dark. Damiano has been happier recently, thank god, but when he wrote this he was in a really dark headspace.

It also reminds me of Icarus, who Damiano has always related to worryingly. It's like if Icarus saw the wax on his wings melting and knew he would drown, accepted it. Maybe Icarus got too close to the sun on purpose because he figured this was inevitable.

Personally I see the trilogy of Marlena, Coraline, and Valentine. Marlena is the joy, frivolity, and occasional turbulence of youth. Coraline is the devotion to love someone through the realities of suffering. Valentine is the delirium when the indestructible and permanent crumble like shale.

*this is just my interpretation*

#I spent way to much time answering this lol #maneskin #måneskin #må #damiano david

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 20

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warning: language, smut (daddy kink? Meet breeding kink. 🤝; dirty talk) fluff. lots of fluff

a/n: this is it. the last chapter before the epilogue and any other deleted scenes. brb. gotta cry. remember, if you have any requests my inbox & asks are open!

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Bucky’s brain had stopped working. Completely frozen. Bucky.exe has stopped working. Error 404 not found. He replayed your words a minimum of a million times, his mouth opening to say something and closing when he couldn’t find the words. You stood in front of him, your eyes wide and beginning to well with tears at his reaction, or lack thereof, when Bucky kicked himself into gear and scooped you into the largest hug he could muster without hurting you. You let your tears run free against his shoulder and when he finally pulled you away to verbally respond he was cut off by a big dumb blonde Dorito-shaped man.

“Hey! You two! You can hug each other and celebrate like that later, there’s ice cream to be had!” The latter part of Steve’s sentence was drowned out by twin squeals chanting “ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!” The realization that the two of you were not, in fact, alone nor were you in an appropriate location to talk more about the potential bomb you dropped pushed the two of you to join Steve, Winnie and the girls to go get ice cream.

Since it was a nice day that wasn’t too hot you decided to walk to ice cream, you and Bucky holding the girls’ hands as they talked about how much fun they had playing with Uncle Steve and how they were going to get the biggest ice cream scoop ever. Bucky chanced a few looks at you and for a bit you seemed completely engrossed in your phone, firing off a text message to somebody, before rerouting your attention to Becca and Avery. You almost avoided Bucky’s gaze and he knew that he should’ve been more expressive when you said those words but he was in shock. Bucky knew that neither of you had talked about the possibility of truly combining your families or adding more members, besides a pet or two, to it. This was going to have to be a very serious conversation you would have tonight. The six of you arrived at Ellie’s and made sure that everyone got the exact treat they wanted. Sitting down outside, Bucky snuck his hand into yours and gave it a brief squeeze that elicited a small, tight smile in his direction when Steve began talking to Avery about her actions on the courthouse steps.

“Standing up for Becca like that was so brave of you, Avery. You reminded me of Bucky when he used to stand up to my bullies. I’m sure your mama and papa are so proud of you,” he hinted, a knowing grin playing on his lips as he looked at the two of you.

Bucky nodded his head as he recalled the memory of him and Steve meeting on the playground and the bully who he promptly kicked when he made fun of a tiny Steve Rogers. You opened your mouth to add on to Steve’s statement when Avery interrupted.

“Of course I have bravery in me, its got my name in it,” the seven year old stated promptly with a “duh” tone in her voice. Her words caused all the adults to laugh and she proudly finished with, “I’ll always fight bullies for Becca just like she will always stand up for me. We’re sisters, that’s what sisters do.” Bucky’s heart fluttered at the recognition that the two girls saw each other as family already and it gave him hope for the future, a future that he saw you and Avery in for the rest of his days and he hoped you did too.

Ice cream was over faster than any of you anticipated and the girls hugged Winnie and Steve before scrambling to hold onto you and Bucky so they could play together at your place since their place was almost completely packed up. A few more boxes and they’d be ready to start the move into your penthouse. The two of you walked in silence, taking in the sounds of two excited girls who couldn’t wait to play Unicorn-Mermaid-Princesses and dress each other up in all the different princess costumes they had.

After arriving at the apartment the girls took off to their playroom on the other side of the penthouse and the two of you took a moment to breathe and take each other in. Bucky looked at your eyes. There was no mask, no front, nothing hiding your feelings. For once you were laying your emotions totally bare and making it easy for him to read you. In your eyes he saw fear, reluctance, and a glimmer of hope. And so, Bucky placed his arm around your back and led the two of you to your bedroom. A plastic bag with a note on the bed garnered Bucky’s attention, but you seemed to know all about it because you picked it up and read the note quickly as you walked back to Bucky and offered him a peak inside. The bag was full of at least five different brands of pregnancy tests. A quick glimpse over the note told him that Wanda had picked them up at your request, it made sense to him now why you were furiously texting on the way to Ellie’s.

Bucky noticed that you were looking at him, trying to read the emotions on his face as he took in the seriousness of the situation the two of you were in. Bucky led you to the bed for the two of you to sit down and then he broke the silence.

“You okay, honey?”

Your eyes filled with fresh tears again as you shrugged and allowed a few to make fresh tracks down your cheeks. Bucky pulled you close to him and allowed you to cry before asking, “what’s wrong, sweetheart? You can talk to me.”

“I’m scared, Bucky,” your voice practically a whisper that he could feel more than hear as you cried into his chest. He pulled you back to wipe away your tears and look you in the eye.

“Hey honey, no need to be scared. Let’s just talk. What’s got you so worked up?”

“I’m late, Bucky. I’m late and I could be pregnant and we haven’t even talked about what our futures hold. Do you even want another kid? Do you want be connected to me for the rest of your life? Do you-sniff- even want me for the rest of your life?” The last question was whispered even softer than your earlier whisper and the questions you asked almost broke Bucky’s heart. He cupped your face with his hands and responded, using his thumb to brush away the new tears.

“Honey, I want to be with you for all eternity if you’ll have me. And this isn’t just about me because if I could have a thousand kids I would. But it’s about you too, baby. Do you want another kid? Do you want to be connected to me for the rest of your life? Hell do you even want me?” He repeated your questions and noted the look in your eyes was changing quickly from one of fear and reluctance to one of love and hope.

“How are you so calm? I just told you that I might be pregnant and you’re just…taking it in stride!”

“Honey if you’re pregnant and you want to be pregnant I’ll marry you in an instant! We can get married, have the baby and-,” he started before being cut off by a sharp laugh and a quick elbow to his ribs from you.

“Bucky, this isn’t the 1940s. We don’t have to get married if I’m pregnant to protect my virtue, hell you know that! I’m not the first girlfriend you’ve knocked up. Well…possibly…still haven’t taken the pesky little test yet,” you teased, your eyes sparkling at the joke and Bucky just groaned and pulled you in for yet another hug.

“Well go pee on a stick then,” he teased, depositing you off his lap and onto the floor with the bag in your hands. You rolled your eyes and grabbed two boxes. You figured if you were gonna find out, you’d rather have a little more certainty and pee on at least two different brands, thanking whatever being out there that you hadn’t gone to the bathroom all more. You set a timer for ten minutes and rejoined Bucky in the bedroom, taking another deep breath as you sat on the bed next to him. There was a long pause before Bucky spoke again.

“So…if you are pregnant…do you really wanna do this with me?”

“Bucky, I’d go to hell and back to bring a child into this world with you,” your voice was hopeful and loving and apparently everything Bucky wanted to hear as he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. His tongue probing your lips and his hand squeezing your waist, desperately pulling your body closer to his.

“I’d make a million babies with you if I had the chance, honey,” Bucky growled against your lips.

“A million might be too many, Mr. Barnes. Especially when only one of us has the equipment to carry said babies,” you teased with a quirked brow, a sheepish grin taking over Bucky’s features that eventually morphed into something far more sensual. Bucky was raking his gaze over your body, his bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth as he thought about your body growing with his child. Your breasts filling with milk and your stomach rounding out. The knowledge that it was possible he’d be seeing all this himself in a few months had Bucky groaning and pulling you in for another hot kiss, this time grinding up into your clothed core. You breathed out a gasp at the feel of him so close to you but you pulled away quickly.

“James Buchanan Barnes, do you have a breeding kink that I am just now discovering?” Your teasing tone obvious that your interest had been piqued would’ve buckled his knees if he were standing but he only responded with a low growl and a nip at your bottom lip as he kissed you harder and rolled up into you. Your little session was short-lived thanks to the blaring of your alarm, the signal that ten minutes had passed. You took in a ragged gasp of air, your stomach filling with butterflies and Bucky squeezed your hand.

You sat frozen in his lap, unmoving until he finally whispered, “Y/N, honey. You gonna check em or do want me to do it?”

You finally nodded your head and stood to go to the bathroom, grabbing Bucky’s hand and taking him to the attached bathroom with you. You grabbed one test and had him grab the other and on a quick count to three you both looked.

One line.

Negative.

Not pregnant.

Bucky’s read the same. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and you weren’t sure if it was one of relief or one of disappointment. You quickly realized it was the latter. Your heart started aching as you realized that the stress of preparing for the case today had most likely set your period back a couple weeks and that you wouldn’t be bringing a child into the world with Bucky. You chanced a look at him through your lashes and he was standing there with a devious grin on his face. The look surprised you, you had expected him to also be heartbroken over the findings, but instead Bucky pulled you close to him and crashed your lips together.

The move confused you but you leaned into the kiss until Bucky broke for air. Your chest heaving closely next to his, you asked, “what the hell was that Buck? I thought you’d be upset I’m not pregnant!?”

Bucky merely continued to grin and pressed his lips against yours once more. In between kisses, he spoke lowly, “mmmm, you might not be pregnant yet, honey. But trying is half the fun. Whaddaya say, wanna make me a daddy again, sweetheart?”

You let out a deep moan at his works and moved your hands to thread into his hair, pulling him close to you by the roots. Bucky chuckled against your lips and shushed you lightly, “can’t be too loud, the girls are home.”

“The girls are on the other side of the apartment playing Unicorn-Mermaid-Princesses with Alpine. Now shut up and fuck me, Barnes,” you growled with an urgency that Bucky had never seen or heard from you before. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with a bit of a breeding kink. You practically ripped off Bucky’s button down and he did the same with your clothes as you pressed kisses and small bites on his neck, laving your tongue over the bites to soothe the sting. When Bucky finally got you fully naked he pushed you on the bed and began leaving kisses down your jaw and your neck and stopping at your chest. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, his metal fingers playing with the other as he listened to you moan in pleasure under him.

“Can’t wait to see these full with the milk that will feed my baby. Such a good mommy with the perfect body to help our baby grow,” he switched sides and gave your other nipple attention with his tongue before sliding down to your stomach and pressing kisses along the skin there, “gonna get so round. Mmmmm can’t wait to fuck a baby into you, honey.”

His hands slid down between your thighs and you were almost embarrassed at how wet you were after just a little nipple play and dirty talk, but the thought of carrying Bucky’s child and seeing him almost get off on the thought of filling you over and over could’ve made you cum on the spot. Bucky licked a stripe up your hot pussy and he groaned into you, the vibrations feeling wonderful against your clit.

“You’re gonna be leaking me for days, honey. But gotta make sure you cum at least two times,” he grunted against you, using his fingers to get you off. True to his word, Bucky brought you to the edge and tipped you right on over until you were a shaking, moaning mess in his hands. He slid up your body and pulled you in to kiss him, your tongue requested entrance to taste yourself on him and you moaned before moving to clean his beard with your tongue. You pushed him on his back this time and went to move between his legs when he stopped you.

“Honey, I’m cumming in you, not down that pretty little throat. Now come on over here and take a little ride, mama. Daddy doesn’t mind,” he laid back on the bed with his arm behind his head and a cock smirk on his face. You hurried to straddle him and sank down onto his erect cock. Slowly you lifted yourself off him and down again, your hips moving in circles as you ground into him. The feeling of your tight walls, practically spasming from your last orgasm drew a heady moan from Bucky’s lips as he used his hands to grab your waist and planted his feet on the bed so he could thrust into you harder and faster. You wanted to scream but your mouth just hung open, no sound coming out, as Bucky fucked into you harder. He moved his metal hand to toy with your clit and you were cumming around him in seconds.

Your body fell flush to his as Bucky continued to relentlessly pound into you. “Ohhhhhh honey, fuck yeah just like that. Hmm gonna stuff you full of me. Gonna make you nice and round- oh fuckyesyesyes keep moving your hips like that- mmm gonna make you a mommy. You like the sound of that? Your pussy must cause you just clamped down tight on me, baby. Can barely fuckin’ move- shitshitshit- honey, one more time. Just one more time baby, cum for me again, cum…NOW!”

Bucky’s growls in your ear and his merciless pace had you cumming again tightly around him as he spilled into you at the same time. Your sweat soaked skin practically slid against his as he held you close and pressed soft kisses to your head while he stayed inside. When you finally whimpered about wanting to roll over he let you go but Bucky slid in between your legs and moved his right hand to where your mixed releases were gathering and sliding down your thighs. He scooped your releases onto two fingers and used them to slide slowly back into you, plugging your entrance with his hands. You shuddered at the feeling of thought of him filling you just right as exhaustion began to take over your body.

When Bucky was satisfied with the amount of time you’d been literally stuffed with him, he wiped his hands on the sheets, that you knew you’d have to change before bed, and slid up your body, pressing kisses against your skin til he was kissing you again.

“Mmmm, think it worked?” You spoke lazily, a sleepy grin on your lips.

Bucky grinned in response and kissed you lightly before whispering against your lips, “if it didn’t that just means we’ll have to try again.”

You hummed your agreement and snuggled in close to Bucky. The two of you laid there for a few, knowing you’d need to jump in the shower real quick before rejoining the girls, but you just enjoyed each others’ presence.

“Were you serious earlier? About marrying me? Or were you just saying it to ‘protect my honor’” you said, your tone a mix of teasing and concerned. So Bucky turned you to face him, bringing your eyes level with his, your lips pressed right next to him.

“I’d marry you tomorrow if you’ll have me,” he whispered, hoping that he was pouring every ounce of love and affection that he could into the statement.

You nodded dreamily, satisfied with his answer before adding your own, “I’d marry you a million times just to keep you in my life, Buck.”

And there in that bed in that penthouse apartment, with two small girls playing Unicorn-Mermaid-Princess down the hall, you both thanked the stars above for the first day of first grade and the love you discovered along the way.

a/n: The End (still the epilogue to go but that’s all! Thanks for reading yall! And let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future Bucky fics💜)

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