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saintslewis · 3 months

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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

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The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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user you’re eating the red wig DOWN

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user think about it, what is he gonna do with so much??

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saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Ok sooooo, I’ve been like lowkey stalking your page, specially your Hobie x reader stuff…..I’m in love, your writing is 🤌. Anyway if you’re open to the ideas could you do a spidey reader with light light manipulation powers and their personality matches their powers. Just some cute fluffy opposites attract kind of thing with Hobie. Even if you don’t feel like writing for it that’s totally fine! I love your work so much, have a good day!

I took a lotta inspiration from dagger (cloak and dagger) for this so 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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Everyone thought Hobie was scary for some reason. You didn’t see why, he was great.

“Hobie!” You called out. He turned back as soon as he heard your sweet voice. He smiled as he stopped walking and waited for you as you ran up to him.

You ran up and hugged him, putting your arms around his neck as he picked you up, your legs around his waist.

You covered his face in kisses. Smiling as you hopped down.

“How are you?” You asked him.

“I’m alright, love, how are you?” He asked, as you both continued to walk.

“I’m good.”

You both talked for a while, then you both walked into Miguel’s office for a new mission.

He looked through some files, and then looked at you both as he picked one up.

“Cover up your neck.” He mumbled, looking at you and handing you the file.

You grew embarrassed as you realized the hickey that Hobie had given you.

“Y-yes sir.” You said, as you both left the office.

Hobie laughed and you hit his shoulder.

“Hobie! It’s not funny.” You whined.

“It is to me.” He snickered.

You sighed and opened the folder.

“Another Kraven? I feel like this is the millionth one we’ve done.” He said, looking at it.

“Feels like it. Oh well.” You shrugged. “As long as I’m with you I don’t care.” You kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled slightly at that, as he opened up a portal.

“Ladies first.”

You giggled, and walked through the portal, him following behind you.

“Alright, so on my watch it says that he should be… south of here.” He said, messing with the watch and looking that way.

You looked around, it was dark out, your white suit bright in the darkness.

You both started to swing, your bright white webs glowing in the moonlight.

(Your webs are Kinda like Miguel’s)

Finally, he looked up and stopped swinging, so you stopped. He pointed at a man with giant stature. He was wearing a coat, as most kravens did. And tight leopard leggings.

You both watched him some more, he was walking down a street. You guys followed behind him.

When he went down a small alley, you both quietly walked behind for a while. After a while, You webbed him up, he turned around quickly and broke the webs. You blinked in shock.

“Well.. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that.” You said, looking at Hobie.

“I was.” He snickered. Kraven tan towards the both of you.

Your eyes went wide as he did so. You shot a light blast from your hands, the light solidifying as it left your hands.

Kraven took a fall, and Hobie then shot his webs, and webbed him to the ground.

Kraven yelled, and broke free of the webs. He went to throw a punch at you, but you stopped him with your hand.

“That is one strong arm you got.” You said, pushing him back, as Hobie kicked him from the back when he didn’t expect it.

He groaned in pain, and almost fell on top of you before you pushed him off.

“ewewewewew.. you couldn’t put on some deodorant or something?” You groaned and wiped your hands from his sweat.

He quickly got back up, and you used your powers to make a bright, glowing row of daggers, and threw them at him.

He fell back next to the wall with cuts all over him.

You and hobie both webbed him in a ball, and then gave each other a high five.

“That was.. sexy.” He mumbled.

“Really? I mean you weren’t so bad yourself.” He lifted up his mask quickly, and so did you. You both kissed, Kraven rolled his eyes and was gonna say something when hobie webbed his mouth. He grabbed your cheek, and it was more rough now.

“Hiya! So Miguel asked me to check on you both but it seems like you’re busy...” Lyla’s cheery voice appeared.

You gasped and pulled away, pulling your mask down.

“Lyla! Sorry. Yeah, we got him.” You said, going next to Kraven and posing next to him. He just side-eyed you

“Great! I’ll let him know. You look glowing by the way.” She winked at you and you just smiled as she disappeared.

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your-highnessmarvel · 6 months

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Repairs

Requested by @talesofreading : Would you write something where you're a close friend of Steve and one time as your Bike needs some repair, he tells you to bring it to Bucky as he's good in fixing it. You're hesitant first as you have a bad crush on him but you decide to do it. So when you get there he's wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can't resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in his shower together with some passionate smut. Later then he asks you for a proper date? 🤭

AN: omg this was sooooo good to write omg

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, piv, oral (f receiving), fingering, language

*gif not mine

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"Yep, totally busted," Steve said, looking back up at you from where he knelt next to your smoking bike.

You put a hand to your sweaty forehead. Both of you had been at this for the better part of the afternoon, trying to figure out what was wrong with your motorcycle. Steve was in his white wifebeater, stained black from oil and grim, nails coated in dirt. He'd sweated right through his shirt and even his jeans were full of mud and dirt.

You'd sweated your fair share as well, competing with dirt under your nails and sweat right into your hairline. you didn't look any better, but you didn't care; this was your best friend, after all, and you had no reason to try to impress him.

"You know what?" Steve said, putting his tools back into his box. "You should go see Bucky."

You immediately rolled your eyes.

"He's good with bikes, y/n," he commended, seeing the way you shook your head.

"Is this another ploy to set me up with your grumpy best friend?" you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve got to his feet, dirt-stained hands going right into his pockets. "I mean it, y/n," he said, almost scolded. "I'm not as savvy with bikes as he is. He'd do it if you said I sent you."

"Then come with me!" you said. "Every time I'm alone with him, there's this awkward silence and all he does is grunt as a response."

Steve smiled. "I wish I could come, but I've got a date," he answered.

"Yeah, right," you grumbled. You watched him carefully, your best friend and mentor, and something along the edges of his eyes was curious.

He was shy.

"Who is she?" you asked.

He shrugged. "A girl that I saw at the library." He cut that off pretty short, picking up his tools, his towel, and throwing the keys back at you. "Now, get to Bucky's before it's nightfall."

Bucky lived way out of the city, into the utopian suburbs. You found it funny that this was the life that Bucky chose. After everything you'd heard from him, you'd pictured him in a dingy, half-lit, half-crumbling one-bedroom in Manhattan. Not in the outskirts of the city.

Thank God your car could pull a trailer, or else you'd have had to ask Bucky to meet you at your place, and that just wasn't happening. The thousand-year-old soviet asset was known to be a judger of literally everything.

You pulled into Bucky's parking space, the garage to his tiny little house open, like a black mouth ready to swallow you in. By this time, it was nearing four in the afternoon, and the sun was searing, hot and humid, and with just a foot out of your car, you were already sweating.

You closed the door loudly, maybe trying to announce your presence so you didn't have to knock on the door.

"Hey." It was Bucky, coming out of the shadows of his garage. It took you a second to get the hinges in your jaw to work because, damn.

You'd always thought of Bucky as a man who passed as good looking. Well, when you met him, he was still in heavy therapy and on government surveillance. He still had long, matted brown hair and a face dragged down by sorrow.

But now. Now he'd taken to cleanly shave his hair, leaving a few inches of thick, curling locks on top of his hair, not totally covering his ears. And even though he was slimmer than the last time you'd seen him - he hadn't been working out as much - he still looked... better. Real better.

"Hey," you said, awkwardly waving at him. He was carrying a white rag, cleaning his hands from oil or dirt or whatever else he'd been doing. "Steve said I could come to you if I had problems with my bike?"

He pursed his lips. He came closer, out of the shadows and into the mid-afternoon sun, and you got a good glimpse at him. Golden skin, scars matting his hand, his knuckles. He was wearing a muscle shirt, the kind that was maybe a bit too small for him, molding to his muscles, straining across his metal bicep.

You'd never really seen the arm before. Only flickers of his hands or fingers, but never the entire machine.

You licked your lips, something squeezing in your lower belly.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked.

you shrugged. "Dunno."

He glazed his eyes, rolled them. "Alright, take it down and bring it into the garage."

With a tiny sigh of resentment - he wasn't helping you - you unlatched the ties of your bike and rolled it into the garage. it was darker, a little cooler, inside. As you settled your bike in the dead center of the room, Bucky brought two stools, effortlessly carrying them around.

He sat on his and motioned with a wrench for you to sit beside him. Even though you'd sweated all day in your black t-shirt, and God knows whatever he'd down today, there was something terrific about sitting this close to Bucky.

His tanned fingers worked to open up the bike, his metal hand working the wrench.

"Ah," he said, poking around the engine. "I see what's wrong."

"Is it fixable?" you asked.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, darling," he whispered.

You swallowed the heat climbing up your throat, watching him get to work in silence. Unlike Steve, Bucky didn't tell you what he was doing or why; he just did it.

It took longer than expected. And the more he worked, straining against your bike, the sweatier he got, the more figetting you did.

His flesh arm was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His hand was veined, strained against the metal piece he was holding aside. His fingers were dirty with grime and dust. Even that God damned muscle shirt was stained with dirt and sweat and grime.

By the time he was done, a light sheet of rain was coating the ground outside. It was pitter-pattering against the cement, a slow drone of rain against the tin roof. Almost comforting.

"You can't take your bike out in the rain," he said, putting everything back in its place, stowing his tools and his rags.

You gulped. "Yeah, I'm sure the rain will let off soon." You dragged your sweaty palms onto your jeans nervously. It caught Bucky's eye.

He stood, dragging your eyes up to his figure. He was so tall, so wide at the shoulders, sweating in his shirt, hair a mess.

"I've got beer inside," he said, throwing the rag in the corner of the garage, placing his tools on his self-made wooden desk. Then he turned to you and gestured to the front door. "Come on."

You followed him out into the rain, walking quickly up the steps and into his home, which smelled of him, something woodsy, and air freshener.

You were humid, rain dotting your skin as you took off your sneakers and followed him into the kitchen. The air conditioning was making you cold.

his home was cozy but so boyish. No decorations but a huge TV. A grey couch with not pillows or blankets. Empty liquor bottles as props over the refrigerator, which droned on and on. There was only one magnet on his fridge, and it read "I love NY!" Which was ironic because Bucky didn't love anything.

"Here," he said, offering you an ice cold beer, but it did nothing to warm you up. You leaned back against his kitchen counter, sipping on your beer, watching him poke around the inside of his fridge. The yellow light cast on his face like a glow, and he hummed when he found what he wanted.

By the time he took out the rolled up cheese, he saw you shivering by the sink.

"I'm sorry," you said, settling the beer down. "I'm just a bit cold from the rain."

He hummed, slamming the cheese rolls on the kitchen table.

"We ought to warm you up," he said, diving back into the fridge to get a beer, which he opened and took a five good gulps before he wiped his wet mouth.

"Yeah," you chuckled, pressing your hands against your arms, searching for heat.

The super soldier, immune to any heat or cold or anything really, stood before you with his sticky muscle shirt molding to every nook in his muscles. His arms, his chest, down to his abs. Water had made it almost see-through, and you felt like a perv watching as he breathed, watching his muscles contract beneath the fabric.

"You should take a shower, y/n," he said, tone low.

You startled, eyes dragging from his abs to his face in a split second. Did you smell? Was that why he'd said that?

"You're shivering, poor thing," he said, clucking his tongue, taking another wild swing of his beer. And you noticed that he was eyeing you took, at your jeans sticking to your thighs, your hips. At your wet shirt glueing to the curve of your waist and breasts.

He set his beer down and offered his hand. "Come."

On some instinct you'd never registered before, you took his hand, flesh fingers warm and calloused.

He led you into a small bathroom with no windows. where various male paraphernalia was strewn across the sink. He pulled the shower curtian back and started the shower and you just stood there like a fish out of water; mouth slightly agape, your hand still loosely holding on to his.

"Bucky?"

He hummed.

"I don't get it," you said.

He returned his gaze to yours, satisfied with the steam rising from the shower. He gave you a small, tight smile. "Get undressed," he said, gesturing his chin at you, dropping your hand.

You stood there like a statue, examining him; from the hard jawline, the seriousness in his eyes, the way his skin pulled back when he moved his mouth.

Then, harder this time, "Get undressed or freeze, sweetheart."

The nickname, the pet name, sent a wave of fresh heat right into your face.

He watched, then slowly, he smiled. Like a rpedator trying to win its prey without having to sink teeth into flesh.

He took a tiny step towards you, watching your breath hitch, and he slid metal fingers under your shirt, pulling it up until it came right off your head. Your hair flopped back down over your shoulders, covering your bra.

He bit his lip. You watched, entranced as he moved to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. He was agile because he took your panties off with it.

He came back to his full towering height, and he brushed your hair behidn your shoulders, exposing your chest, your full flesh to him.

He snaked an arm around your waist, and you gulped, the feel of his hands, burning metal fingers, was like a lightning bolt had erupted under your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, close to your ear, his breath in your hair. "So fucking gorgeous." He slid his metal hand up and then your bra was sliding off your arms.

"Let me touch you, y/n," he whispered in your ear. You gulped, nodded. "Use your words, sweetheart," and his voice was rugged, wretched, as both his hands slid careful fingertips up on your ribcage.

"Yes, Bucky," you whispered.

He huffed against you. And then his metal hand engulfed your breast, knead it the way he wanted, and his lips found your neck. You whimpered, taken by surprise by his sudden act of devotion. His tender fingers pulling your nipple, drumming against your ribs, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses up your jugular.

When he kissed you, his mouth was warm and wet, and he molded his lips to yours carefully, like he didn't want to scare you off.

You kissed him back just as carefully, confused and distraught, unaware that for years, Bucky had been yearning for this opportunity. For this moment where he finally had you alone.

Quickly, the kiss became rougher. Your hands pulled at the soft, thick strands of his hair and he pulled you aainst his with his metal arm around your waist. He nipped at you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, groaning as his flesh finger felt you.

He skimmed along your navel, until he could cup you in his palm. You squeaked, taken by surprise. "Easy there, princess," he whispered against your mouth. "Just wanna make you feel good."

He dove right back for a kiss, delving his tongue behidn your teeth while his fingers started working circles around your clit.

You had realized how riled up he'd gotten you, like a hardwire ready to snap.

You bent like a bow in his arms, moaning against his mouth as his fingers continued to circle your clit in slow, languid circles. And when he prodded farther, where you most ached for him, he moaned against your mouth when he felt just how soaked you were.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, pulling his mouth from yours.

You almost whimpered at the lost of contact, but he picked you up so effortlessly, so quickly, that you hadn't registered that you were now sitting on the edge of the sink until you couldn't see him anymore. All you could see was the steam rising from the shower, clogging the bathroom, settling on your skin in dotted water drops.

And Bucky, on his knees, pulling your knees apart. His eyes, hooded and so blue, looked up at you as he kissed the inside of your thigh.

"One leg on my shoulder, baby," he ordered, his metal hand under your thigh, helped you move until you were almost straddling his face. "That's it, good girl," he groaned, biting into the plush of your thighs.

The angle sent you backward, back against the cold mirror, and one hand hanging onto the edge. Ready to plummet or fly, you couldn't tell.

His mouth teetered around your pussy, kissing along your thighs, until he settled over your clit and gave you one long swipe of his tongue.

Your head fell backwards, eyes closing, hips searching for his mouth.

"You taste so sweet," he cooed, pressing another long lick from your hole to your clit.

A strangled moan escaped your clenched teeth when he sucked on your clit, one of your hands digging into his hair and pulling him where you wanted him.

The room was filled with the filthy sound of Bucky getting his fill, lapping you up and sucking in your clit like a man starved. Both hands leaving ink-blue marks in your hips.

He worshipped your clit, flicking and sucking to a rhythm that had your thighs shaking against his face, with you pulling his hair by the roots. He sucked and fucked your hole with his tongue until a knot formed right under your belly button and exploded in white hot lightning.

As your orgasm washed through you in waves, rocking against his face, a moan hitched in your throat.

Bucky held your thighs open, refusing to let them close, and lapped up his fill.

When you were but a trembling, babbling mess, Bucky it into your thigh, kissing up your knee until he was standing between your legs. His eyes were hooded, pupils blown, mouth red and glittering, swollen from the kisses he'd lain on your clit.

"Come 'ere," he groaned, grabbing you by the back of the neck, bringing you upright on the counter. He brought his mouth to yours in a feverish, harsh kiss that left you dizzy and scrambling to keep up with him.

You pushed him away, grappling at his shirt, pulling it over his head. You gorged on the sight, on the tanned skin exposed, the scar where his metal shoulder meshed with his flesh. You touched the tips of your fingers to his metal shoulder, skimming down to his hand.

He took your mouth again, pressing you back into the mirror, hands in your hair, on your breast, skimming down back to your dripping hole.

He entered one flesh finger, pressing against your walls, so slippery and warm. He hummed, feeling your breasts against his chest as you bowed your back at the sensation.

You patted him through his pants, feeling him warm and hard against your touch. He hissed at the sensation, nipping at your mouth.

He continued to move his digit in and out of you, pressing his palm to your clit. You continued palming him, pressing against the impressive length of him until he groaned and took himself out of his pants, dropping them at his ankles and kicking them away.

Your mouth opened in a small 'o' at the sight of him, hard and thick, tip dripping precum.

"Too much for you sweetheart?" he asked, pressing his forehead to yours, thumbs on each side of your jaw.

You shook your head, gulped, saw the faint smile that crossed his face. He watched you with keen eyes as he lined himself with your soaked heat.

He pressed his thumb against your mouth, kissing you, as he slowly inched in. He watched you take it, watched as your mouth opened, brows curving upward.

"Don't give up on me baby," he whispered, nipping at your mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw.

He slid himself to the hilt, grabbing your hip in a bruising grip, metal hand pressed against the foggy mirror over your head.

You gasped, latching onto his shoulders for dear life as he pulled back and thrust back into you, feeling you clench and flitter around him.

You whimpered, body pressing up against the mirror with one harsh thrust from his hips.

"That feel good, huh?" he asked, boring his eyes into yours, keeping a slow, languid pace with his hips. "Tell me, y/n, that feel good when I fuck you?"

You nodded, feeling him slick, sliding into you with ease, stretching your walls and hitting that spot deep in you that made you writhe.

"Yes, Bucky," you answered, breathlessly, scratching at his flesh shoulder.

He groaned, taking your mouth with his, speeding up his thrusts, making your head catch on the mirror. You moaned against his mouth, giving up full control of your body to his, at the mercy of every thrust, every change in rhythm.

"Taking me so well," he grunted, hiding his face in your shoulder, bruising grip on your hip helping him thrust himself deeper into you. Then he pulled himself up, face hovering over yours, searching your gaze wildly. "You like it when I fucked this tight little hole?" he asked, and again, his tone was scratching the surface of something wilder.

You nodded, feeling a knot form in your belly, your thighs closing around his hips. His mouth stretched into a smile, pounding deeper and faster into you. "Yeah, you do," he said, almost mockingly, pressing a sweaty forehead to yours. "I see the way you always look at me," he grunted, kissing your mouth, humming at the moan that left your lips.

"Bucky, please," you whispered, eyes falling shut, your orgasm on the brink of breaking.

"I feel you, y/n, come on," he grunted, keeping a harsh, pounding pace until your legs shook and your orgasm broke through you in waves. "Fuck, that's so tight," he breathed, chasing his own end, pounding into your tightening hole.

A stuttered moan left your lips as you clung to Bucky, rocking into your orgasm with every thrust, feeling the wave of pleasure reach your toes. His metal hand came slamming onto the mirror beside your ear, cracking into the glass as he pounded into you, breathless and wordless until he gave you a few sloppy thrusts and he was spending himself in you.

He stayed there a few moments, breathing with you, kissing you softly until he pulled out of you. You stuttered, a breath hitched in your throat, as you felt him leaking out of you.

He met your gaze, leaning back to examine his work, and then he slowly helped you to your feet. You giggled at your loss of coordination, hearing Bucky chuckle too as he helped you into the shower.

You let the warm spray wash his seed from the inside of your thighs, soak into your hair.

"Warm enough?" he asked, chin on your shoulder.

You chuckled. "I've been warm enough for a little while."

He hummed, placing both hands along your waist. He helped you wash up, lathering your skin and hair, helping you wash out the suds.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pressing tender kisses to your shoulder. "You're quiet."

"Yes," you answered, looking over your shoulder at him. "Are you?"

He smiled, eyes low. He raised his brows. "I am now," he whispered.

When you were done with the shower and you were both drying up, Bucky tied his towel around his waist and watched you put your hair up in a towel.

"What?" you asked.

He snorted. "It isn't like me to do...this," he said, leaning against the sink. His chest was wet, glistening spots lingering down to his abs. It was enough to make you want to do this again.

You smiled but didn't answer, focused on getting your towel around your torso.

"Do you want to go out to dinner sometime?" he asked, and you looked up, met his eyes across the steamy bathroom, and smiled.

"Yeah, of course."

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky x you #bucky x yn #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #smut #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #winter soldier #the winter soldier

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millysastroblog · 1 year

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•🌸💓CUTE PLACEMENTS 💓🌸•

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Disclamer: Pls don’t take what I wrote here to heart , I posted this observation just for fun! And if u guys can’t relate that’s totally fine , OK? …….. Have fun guys 💕🌸!!!

💗 Mercury in Taurus have some beatiful , soulful, rich singing voices.

💗Venus- Saturn positve aspects are just so calm, respectful, thoughtful toward their friends and partners. They can take accountability and responsibility for their actions and learn from them. They take love very seriously, wanting to be available for loved once 24/7 being helpful and supportive. And that’s why I appreciate you all. # ride or die for love , # stable lovers 💍👍💓!

💗Mars- Jupiter know how to cheer other people up and make their days better. These are the funny, sometimes even embarrassing friends that love to do extreme fun activities like riding roller coasters, jumping of a cliff, going to the zooo (IDKW?) # fun people

💗Mercury- Venus aspects know how to charm someone with their VOICE , people love listening to them , including me !

💗Pisces Asc people are just fucking pretty, empathetic, soft, shy, accepting of different people. I just love the aura they carry, so ethereal untouchable individuals.

💗Libra and 7th house stelliums love to communicate and surround themselves with people or lager groups. They could be good leaders, classmates, teachers because of how connected they are to others wanting to be pro active and helpful.

💗Ceres in the 1st, 4th, 7th and 10th house embody the care taker role very well, extending this caring, soul full energy nurturing other brocken hearts with their presence.

💗 Venus / Mars in Pisces are full time active people pleaser 24/7 ,they love to take care of others. To have a boyfriend or girlfriend with placement is a blessing in disguise’s .

💗Mercury in Aries I love you for staying in your truth and expressing what ever you guys are feeling at the moment. We appreciate that 😘.

💗Venus- Moon poitives ascpects are such niiicce individuals to be around, they excude this loving, nututring, sweet, feminime energy perfectly. They dont mind helpinng others who are in need. Being a supportive friend when hardships occur. Because Venus is love, and the moon emotions , they looovve their friends and partners with all their 💕 !

💗Venus- Jupiter woman are the "IT GIRL" placement, how they can make a room brighter just by their presence is stunning !!

💗Venus in the 5th house love entertainment, fun, being extravagant , CHILDREN, these people would die to have a child honestly ! Gotta love the artistic self expression with these individuals.

💗Mercury in Cancer make people feel understood and loved because of their good listening skills.:)

💗Taurus Rising pretty, nice, calm friendly people. Exude this grounding stable energy that gives people the emotional security to open up. They are very patient and don’t rush in life. Nice body, hair, everything.

💗Cancer Rising so cuuute I swear ! Love how comfortable they make others feel including me. Expressing emotion raw and truthfully. They shine like the moon. Glowing pale skin, big eyes, big chest 😌.

💗Moon- Jupiter ahhhhwweeee these people are sooooo cuute I swear, showing pure, authentic, open, and vurnerbale emotion is nothing new for these individuals. I apprectiate just that positive energy yall got.

💗Venus in 2nd/ Mars in the 2nd housers are veryyy generous with finances, spending moey on people. How much effort and energy these beautiful unicorns put in gifting someone is incredably special and kind.

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Thx 🤍

•~Milly~•

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#astrology #astro placements #astro community #astro notes #astro observations #astro love #astro posts #astroloji #astroblr #astrology asteroids #writing #venus placements #mars placements #jupiter placements #mercury placements #i love u

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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Imagine telling Darry you want to marry him while drunk

It was a normal Saturday night for the gang, drinking at the Curtis house after seeing a movie. Two-Bit brought out the drinks at the movie and you started drinking with him. Eventually the movie ended and you all started walking home. Darry and Pony were joking around and eventually Darry somehow got Pony on his back and at that moment you thought about how much you wanted him to marry you.

There was a loud cheer behind you and you saw Soda on Two-Bits back as they ran down the two other brothers and raced down the street.

When they caught up to Pony and Darry, Soda stated a game of chicken and not a single one of them was going to back out from that. The rest of the gang gathered around them cheering for either Pony or Soda. You laughed and Darry gave a quick glance at you before going back against Two-Bit. He pressed Soda and Two-Bit up against a fence and Soda started to lean backwards and flipped himself over the fence.

The Gang let out a chorus of cheers and you went over to check on Soda (who was completely fine).

Darry walked with you under his arm the rest of the way home, Pony and Soda walking in front of you two.

"Lovebirds." Steve said coming beside you two, "Y'all got any beer at the house?"

"Not enough for the lot of you." You reply.

"Good thing I always bring extra." Two-Bit said coming beside you two. "Try this (y/n)."

You swallow down the flask with a grimace, not only does it taste awful but it's disgusting, you pass it to Darry who takes one wiff of it and hands it back to his friend.

"Disgusting." You say, "What is that?"

"The quickest way to get drunk." Two-Bit says swallowing down another gulp.

He wasn't lying, by the time you had all gotten to the house you were very giggly and so was half the gang.

Darry kept you within arms reach but with you floating around everyone so much he just decided to sit you in his lap.

You giggled and looked at his face playing with his hair, he couldn't help but smile at your antics.

"What's so funny?" He asked after a minute of you just starring and laughing.

"You're so pretty!" You say, "Like so pretty."

Pony and Johnny laugh in the couch at you two.

"He is!" You defend. "Listen kids this is why you don't drink! Ok? Just so don't, cause then you'll look at Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. the whole night cause he's so so pretty."

"Babydoll." Darry says laughing, "I think you need sleep."

"No." You gasp out and then fall to his chest. "I don't think so."

Darrys hand on your waist gently rubs circles on with his thumb against your skin.

"Is Soda ok?" You ask. "And Two-Bit?"

"Yes Dear." Darry says, "Theyre trying to sleep in the kitchen right now."

You go to sit up and look at the sleepy boys in the kitchen.

"I'll get them blankets." You say getting up.

"No it's alright (y/n)," Johnny says getting up, "We can get them."

"You're so sweet Johnny." You say, "I wish we could keep you here all the time."

He blushes and hurries to the closet where the blankets are kept.

"You have the sweetest people in your life." You say to Darry, "It's hard not to love any of them."

"I know." Darry says pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"Like you're doing so good with them, Pony's so smart and the rest of the gang loves you so so much."

Darry pulls you closer to him and you ret your head under his chin.

"I really wanna marry you." You slur out, "Can we get married?"

Your glazed eyes look up at him like a dog begging for table scraps, Darry chuckled and presses a kiss to your forehead as Pony and Johnny come back in.

"Thank you so very sweet boys." You say giggling. "I am so proud of you two."

Pony and Johnny both are now sporting red faces as you continue to compliment them. Dally and Steve come in from outside and you gasp and wave at them both.

"Hi!" You gasp out, "I'm so happy you guys are here!"

"How drunk are they?" Dally asks with a grin.

"Sooooo drunk!" You say laughing, "But like I think you guys should all stay forever and we could all like out our checks into like living together and it would be so fun."

Darry presses his face into your hair and laughs quietly.

"Steve!" You say, "Darry won't answer a super important question for me."

"Dude." Says a slightly drunk Steve, "That's such a drag."

"I know!" You say.

"What's the question?" Dally asks.

"I asked," you say giggling, "if we could get hitched and he laughed!"

Dally starts laughing too and so does Steve.

"Come on," Darry says picking you up bridal style. "Time to hit the sack."

"Night night boys!" You call waving to them as Darry takes you to his room, he throws you in the bed and you giggled taking off your shoes and jeans. Darry throws you a nightgown as he takes off his jeans.

You stare and giggle, when he turns back around you've managed to get everything off just not get the nightgown on.

"You have the cutest butt!" You say laughing. "Literally my favorite butt in the whole world."

"Good," Darry says, he comes over and helps you out the nightgown on before joining you under the covers.

Darry joins you under the covers, you continue to giggle a little even as your eyes feel heavy.

"So..." You mumble out "Are you gonna answer me?" You ask.

"(y/n)," Darry says pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Babydoll," he says pressing another to your forehead. "I thought you knew by now that I'm gonna marry you someday."

"Yay," you say sleepily into his chest. "I can't wait.."

"Me either." Darry says as you fall asleep against his chest.

#the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders book #darry curtis x reader #darrel curtis #darrel curtis x reader #darrel curtis imagine #darry curtis #darry x reader

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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stop the world i wanna get off with you ! kimi r. x ofc (coppola!ofc)

“with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room.”

summary: vera jones ‘coppa’ coppola-raikkonen happens to be one of the three original it girls of formula one. funnily enough, she’s also the one to give birth to the loudest/messiest versions of the iceman as she continues her journey as a mother and a wife (all while she’s a director of the most iconic movies to have existed).

content warning: fictional raikkonen kids, mentions of breakups, mentions of tilly hearth and trish alonso (ofc) use of explicit language, family banters in social media

note: i know i have the most random selection of drivers on my masterlist but i swear i’m just tryna indulge in my lil bubble of happiness.

masterlist

tagged romaraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, charles_leclerc

user1 icegirl on fire as always 🧊🔥

user2 real hot girl shit of you roma 😩

arthurleclerc aroma, you’re supporting the wrong leclerc 😀 liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen i can tell you that my shirts are nothing of an inchident. trust. liked by veracopparaikko

charles_leclerc i cannot believe i am being picked on by my favourite icegirl 😠

romaraikkonen hardly picking on you when i got ur name and face on my shirts??? smh i didn’t ask mum to get them for me to get called a h8r

rooraikkonen cool story maniac, can you run over jolauriraikkonen next?

romaraikkonen i’ll start with you first then i go target johann next, yes?

jolauriraikkonen what did i do??? i didn’t leave your pc plugged in, akka rooraikkonen witch

veracopparaikko kimimatiasraikkonen your kids are at it again, kimi.

kimimatiasraikkonen not my problem

veracopparaikko 😠

jolauriraikkonen it’s okie mum i’ll make sure dad sleeps on the couch tonight 😉

jolauriraikkonen dad did say 3 sprint races win = i get to go to the next three races too 😍 thank you for the team effort romaraikkonen liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen omagaaaaa these are officially the worst races ever

ferraridriveracademy how are we going to put you two together in one room then?

romaraikkonen don’t.

jolauriraikkonen i’m gonna sob, this is a w for me

romaraikkonen what are you even doing up??? aren’t u like 14?

veracopparaikko question is: why are you even on your instagram? 🤨

jolauriraikkonen oh so when dad does it, it’s okay? he has to get up early too you know???

kimimatiasraikkonen please don’t involve me in this

user3 we love an unproblematic king 😭😭

user4 why are these kids so funny 🥲

kimimatiasraikkonen so proud of my girl 🧊❤️ liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen like father like daughter 😉❤️🤝

tagged rooraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by landonorris, tillywolff, valterribottas

jolauriraikkonen 1/10. she looked more like the bottom of beetlejuice’s foot than the lady herself.

user1 naw johann-lauri got kimi’s humour for sure

rooraikkonen i’m gonna crash to your kart next time and you’re going to be crying to dad and dad will literally just laugh at you

kimimatiasraikkonen no, i won’t.

user2 LMFAO KIMI PLEASE

jolauriraikkonen hahahahahahaha cry

kimimatiasraikkonen second time this day, johann. next time i’m taking the switch. liked by veracopparaikko

user3 ruh-roh raikkonen is at it

jolauriraikkonen my bad g 🤝

kimimatiasraikkonen all good g 🤝

user4 a proof that johann is kimi-coded ^^

rooraikkonen thank you sooooo much mummy !!! i thought i was going to cry for a minute then i realized how much of a baddie my mummy-producer-writer-director is 😭😩 liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko you fluster me, rooney tunes! ❤️

kimimatiasraikkonen your performance is very good, rooroo! henrik and betty were excited to see you on stage 😍 liked by veracopparaikko

rooraikkonen dad, betty-elina can barely hear from that headphones we got her.

rooraikkonen though i could hear henrik’s screaming during the intermission. 😂

rooraikkonen thank you daddy !! i’m glad i’m making the iceman proud 🧊💕 liked by veracopparaikko

tagged kimimatiasraikkonen, jolaurisraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, fernandoalo_oficial

jolauriraikkonen y’all cannot one up my mother because her resume is long as heck. she’s: mother, director, writer, actor, producer, photographer 😎 liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen look at me and the boys though 😎

user1 you’re the coolest brother ever

rooraikkonen bc he’s the only brother henrik got 😂😂😂

user2 iceman and his iceboys and his ice cream

user3 too cold in here lads 🥶

romaraikkonen look at my cool lil man and dad 😍 oh and johann liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen count ur days bestie

user4 where did the american-italian look go, vera?? 😭

rooraikkonen speaking on behalf of mum. the coppola genes had gone away as soon as romania came out, but uncle nicolas cage definitely did not leave

user4 subtle flex but okay pop off bestie 🔥

kimimatiasraikkonen such handsome boys liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko i agree

romaraikkonen so do i

rooraikkonen me too

jolauriraikkonen i agree too

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stories-and-chaos · 3 months

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Shrike: Sick Day

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. Just some fluff about how our murderous couple would take care of each other. And of course the rest of the gang has to “help.”]

[One shot, word count 2731, Cw: mild nudity?]

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You woke up, aching from head to toe. Despite Alastor being right next to you (the man radiated heat) and the duvet, you were chilled. A sudden coughing fit made you wish for some tea.

Crap. You were sick.

“Mmm, cher?” Your ears must be clogged too. Your husband’s voice sounded staticky and a bit distant, as if you were listening to his radio broadcast. You started to reply but another coughing fit interrupted you.

Another try. “Alastor, good-“ you tried to greet him but you cough didn’t stop.

He sat up and gently put the back of his hand to your forehead. His hand looked a little funny. Did you two not clean up after a kill last night? Maybe that’s why you felt so awful. “Ah, mon petit coeur, you’re sick. Best you stay in bed today my dear.”

“Cher,” you managed to croak out. There went any thoughts of performing tonight. “Your hair is all red and-“ you paused to cough “-there’s twigs in it! Didn’t we wash up last night?” You reached up to brush the twigs away. He was so careful about washing blood off yet his hair must have been soaked with it.

“What?” Maybe the two of you had been up very late; his eyes looked bloodshot too. “Y/N, what are you…?” He trailed off as you got a look at your hand. Goodness, you were still covered in blood too! “Ah, mais non cher. We’re in Hell. Remember my dear?”

“I know I feel awful-“ you said around coughs “-but saying this is Hell is a bit much Alastor.”

He grasped your hand. “Y/N. We’re dead my dear. We have been for almost a century.” He gently brushed a sweaty lock of hair from your face. “We really are in Hell, cher.”

Oh. That wasn’t your ears being clogged up. The Radio Demon. His voice was just like that now. “Fuck.” You flopped back onto your pillow, shrike wings spreading out limply.

“Hmm, I don’t believe either of us would be up for that,” your husband said mildly.

You grumbled. “Isn’t being in Hell punishment enough? Getting sick on top of that seems a bit much.” You did your best to focus your magick. A little silver halo of wind formed above your head to make a cooling breeze.

As you dozed, Alastor busied himself in the kitchen. Shortly he returned with a tray of food and tea. The tea had a generous helping of honey, the bowl of grits was one of your comfort foods and was easy to eat. After making sure you were settled, he left to inform Charlie and the hotel’s residents of the situation.

Unbeknownst to you, once informed that you were ill, Charlie responded with the expected sympathy at first. Then she gasped and launched to her feet. “That’s it! That will be perfect for today’s activity!”

“Say what now?” Alastor’s voice scratched at her sudden enthusiasm.

“We can work on helping Y/N feel better! Hey everyone!” She bounced up and down, waving excitedly at the residents. “Today we’re going to work on ‘helping someone in need!’” Alastor’s eye twitched as she started making plans.

“Sweetie, what’s this all about?” Vaggie asked as she got to the main floor. By then the little group was all gathered in the parlor.

“Y/N is sick sooooo this is the perfect opportunity to work on ‘helping others!’ Being selfless and helping others feel better is sure to help on the path to redemption! So I want everyone to start brainstorming how to make Y/N feel better.” She dashed over to a pile of paper, saying she was sure she had notes about what to do when someone is sick. Alastor’s eyelid continued to twitch.

Vaggie, ever the perceptive one, noticed his irritation. “Charlie, sweetie, did you make sure Alastor and Y/N are okay with this?”

“Right! Alastor, can we all help you take care of Y/N until she’s feeling better?” She clasped her hands together as she looked up at him. Begrudgingly he agreed to ask if you were up for it.

You were sipping your tea, letting the warmth soothe your throat. “I suppose I don’t mind,” you said, surprising your husband as he cleared away the tray. “It’s more interesting than staying in bed all day.”

“If you insist my dear. May I?” He held out his arms to scoop you up at your agreement. “Although you will be right back up here if those misfits go too far.” You chuckled as you curled up in his embrace. Or you tried to, but ended up coughing.

He sighed and carried you down to the parlor. You could hear Charlie cooing at the sight of the Radio Demon gently bringing his wife down the stairs.

One thing you’d come to find out in your afterlife was that your animal traits came to the fore at strange times. One of which was when you weren’t feeling well or recovering from an injury. You preferred being in something more like a nest than a bed at those times. So Alastor snapped his fingers and a pile of overstuffed pillows manifested on the ground.

You shivered as you settled in. “I want the duvet cher.”

“Oh oh! We can do that!” Charlie waved her hand widely. “Angel, Pentious, this is a great way to start!”

“Very well then! Minions! Let us fetch the lady’s blanket for her!” The snake demon slithered to your suite, eggs chattering as they followed along. “‘S called a duvet…” you mumbled sleepily. Once you were wrapped up, your day being a target for ‘assistance’ began. Alastor wasn’t about to leave you alone with them, so he settled into the nearby wingback chair.

Angel disappeared and returned wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit, complete with thigh high stockings. “Alright toots, Nurse Angel Dust is here to make you feel all better baby.” He pulled a thermometer out of his chest fluff and popped it into your mouth. The thermometer beeped rapidly and he took a look at the reading. “Oh shit, you really are sick.”

You stared at him blankly; Alastor’s eye twitched and his smile twisted in annoyance. “Yes. Yes I am. Thank you for the assessment.” Angel held up a finger and dashed off. He returned with an ice pack, lozenges, and an extremely phallic shaped popsicle.

He plopped the ice pack on your head and popped the frozen treat in your mouth just like he had with the thermometer. “There you go, sweet cheeks, that’ll help your throat. I’ll get you somethin to eat.”

“No need! Doctor Pentious is here with the cure for the lady’s illsss.” Pentious slithered up, dressed in a white coat with a head mirror strapped on. The egg bois had matching outfits and were carrying reflex hammers, tongue depressors, and a bone saw. One had a highball glass ready. Pentious produced a dark colored bottle labeled as Dr. S. Pentious’ Hellish Cure All! For all aches, pains, coughing, toothaches, cramps, and gunshot wounds.

He poured the red tinted dark liquid out. You could swear it smoked in the glass. Before he could hand it to you, Alastor grabbed the glass and tossed it into the fireplace. The glass shattered and the liquid evaporated in the flames, making a puff of skull shaped smoke. “No patent medicines for my darling, chum.”

“What?! It works perfectly for my minions!” Pentious looked offended.

“Your minions are disposable. Y/N is not.” You could see his antlers stretch as his annoyance grew.

“Ooooookay, that’s a good start! Angel, Pentious, how about you two make something for her to eat?” Charlie shoved both of them out towards the kitchen. Thankfully, Alastor calmed down as they left. You continued eating your popsicle, deliberately not thinking about how it looked while he relaxed into the chair with his eyes closed.

“At least they mean well, cher,” you reminded him. He cracked open one eyelid at you, clearly annoyed by everything in existence.

Just as you finished the popsicle (it did help soothe your throat) Husk walked up. “Here, this should actually help.” He held out a medicine cup, with a dose of syrupy liquid in it. “Actual medicine, none of that snake oil crap.” He also had a glass of whiskey for Alastor. “Figure you need something to take the edge off.”

“Perceptive as always Husker,” he sipped gratefully and added, “although I may need more than one of these if this keeps up.”

“I’ll keep ‘em coming boss. Better than you rip our only residents into pieces.”

Husk kept providing glasses of water for you and whiskey for your husband. You vaguely heard some metallic banging and voices from the direction of the kitchen, but nothing really distinct. Eventually Angel and Pentious returned with soup. Chicken noodle, with enough spice to clear your sinuses. The two of them regaled you with how they cooked it, each trying to claim they did more than the other.

Finally Vaggie stepped in. “Look it doesn’t matter which one you dumbasses made it if she doesn’t get to have any because you keep arguing about it. So shut up and let her eat it before it’s cold.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” Angel leaned over to you with the bowl. “Open wide toots,” sounding way more sensual than any nurse should be.

You grabbed the bowl. “I can feed myself Angel.” Fortunately the soup was pretty good, once you could actually have it. You snuggled into your nest. “Alastor, ma cher, it’s about time for your broadcast.” The sound of a record scratching filled the room as he glared at you, then at Charlie’s group still brainstorming ways to ‘help’ you. “I’ll be fine darling. Vaggie and Husk should be able to wrangle them. I think,” you added in an undertone.

He hesitated and you waved him off with a shooing motion. “Very well cher. I’ll be back right after.” He kissed your knuckles before vanishing into his shadows.

“Y/N, Y/N! I made you tea!” Niffty skittered over with a tea set on a tray. “Merci Niffty, that’s very sweet of you.” She giggled maniacally but you were used to that. “It’s supposed to be really good for when you’re sick, ginger and honeybee!” she added just as you took a sip. You froze and managed to spit it back into the cup.

“Niffty! You’re supposed to use honey not honeybees,” Charlie exclaimed, whisking the cup away. You desperately groped for your water; Pentious realized what you needed and got the glass in your hand. You rinsed your mouth before gulping down the rest. Husk brought you a refill and you chugged that too.

Sir Pentious picked up the tiny maid. “Niffty dear, let’s go clean this up and make some fresh tea.”

“Awww and it took forever to catch all those bees,” she complained as they headed back to the kitchen. “Geez, you can’t take your eyes off her, huh?” Angel said, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Angel?” Surprised, he looked down at you. “Could you read for me?”

“Huh? Ya want me to…read?” You nodded. “Uh…sure, I guess. Whatcha wanna hear?”

“There’s a book on my nightstand,” you managed between coughs. Husk brought you a new dose of cough syrup. “Can you grab that?”

“You’re gonna let me into your and Al’s room?” You nodded again. “A’right, so long as Smiles doesn’t get mad at me for it.” He returned a few moments later with the book. “Dang toots, I thought my room was crazy; why d’you have a whole damn swamp in yours?”

“ ‘S a bayou. Reminds us of home,” you said drowsily. The spider demon could only shrug at that. He settled onto the couch, long legs crossed gracefully, and opened the novel to your marked page.

He faltered at first but as he continued his voice got smoother. The pitch dropped just a little and his accent became heavier. It was a bit odd to hear Agatha Christie in his voice, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying it. You ended up falling asleep, thinking you were finally hearing the real Angel.

Alastor returned once his program finished to find you still asleep in your mountain of cushions. Angel was still reading your book, silently now. He’d noticed your light snores, placed your bookmark and kept reading on his own. “Ya know Al, this thing’s pretty good,” he said as he noticed your husband’s arrival. “Your girl’s got good taste.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally noticed.” His voice woke you up; you poked your head out from under the duvet. “How are you feeling cher?”

“Mmm,” you tried to assess things. You felt slightly itchy and sweaty. “I could use a bath.”

Angel Dust immediately perked up. “Oh, Nurse Angel has that covered doll face.” At the flat no from the two of you, he only smiled wickedly. “What? I’ve got six hands,” he popped the hidden arms out, “I can scrub her down real good. And you too, tall, dark, and spooky.” He flashed his gold tooth at Alastor, who finally had enough. Your husband picked you up and after a brief moment of darkness you both appeared in your bathroom.

“Hopefully he got the hint,” you remarked as Alastor gently stripped your nightgown off.

“If not I’ll make sure to drive it home.” He drew the bath for you and lowered you into the tub. “Ah ah cher. I haven’t been able to fuss over you all day,” he scolded as you moved to soap up a sponge. “Surely you won’t deny me the chance to participate in the ‘helping others’ exercise?”

“Never darling.” So you relaxed as he stripped off his jacket, shirt, and undershirt, leaving his trousers on. You stayed passive as he cleaned all the sweat from your skin. He was gentle and thorough, caring but not sensual in his motions. As he massaged your scalp, you felt yourself getting drowsy again.

By the time he was done you were ready to crawl back in bed. “Not yet my dear, we need you dry and dressed first.” You grumbled but shook off sleep to cooperate.

When he brought you back to the main room, you found a fresh bowl of soup, a pot of actual tea, another dose of cough syrup, and your book on the table. The pillow nest and duvet had also been brought up. There was a card written in crayon on the tray of food. Get Well Soon! was on the front, along with smiley faces and rainbows. The inside had signatures from everyone (egg bois 1 through 4 and Frank included) and a message from Charlie thanking you both for your help today.

You handed the card to Alastor; he read it, smirked and set it onto your bookshelf. Unlike Angel earlier, you let him feed you spoonfuls of soup. You could drink your own damn tea though. Once the food was gone, he settled you back into your nest with a kiss to your forehead. “Bonne nuit, cher.”

That was your routine for the next few days, until Hell’s version of influenza ran its course. Just a couple days after you started feeling better though, you were awoken by deep coughs next to you. “Oh no darling.” Of course Alastor caught it. Through his bleary red eyes you could tell he was dreading the attentions of the hotel residents. “Not to worry cher, I’ll handle it.”

In a reversal of last week, you told Charlie that Alastor was sick. She was again sympathetic before getting excited. “This is great! We can review everything we learned taking care of-“

“No. No no no Charlie. Alastor is not a patient patient and even sick he’ll rip them to bits. So I’ll take care of him and you guys can help me. From outside the room. Understood?”

The princess might have insisted but Vaggie quickly spun her and slid the taller girl across the floor. “Yup, last week was stressful enough, I’m not pushing our luck again. C’mon sweetie, let’s get started on the soup.”

Satisfied you returned to your suite and let your husband know the situation. “Merci, mon petit coeur,” he managed before a coughing fit kicked off. You rubbed his back. “It’s the least I can do darling.”

A/N: Happy Valentines Day readers and especially to my fellow acespecs! 💜🤍🩶🖤

@whitewolfsoldat @edgyboi10000 @ch3sire-blu3 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @bengewatch @chewbrry

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kimberly-spirits13 · 1 year

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Jason Todd with a Race-Car Driver S/O HC

You’re the only partner that he lets drive

The first time Dick saw this he teased you two relentlessly

You had one hand on the wheel and was holding his hand with the other

“Not my fault I’m the only racer he’s dated”

It’s basically cannon that Jason is into mechanics and all that jazz

If you have to do upgrades or maintenance to any vehicle, you two make it a date

You’re working on the cars, he’s working on the bike

He thinks you’re really, really hot in a uniform

Helmet hair is his favorite

he’s such a flirt about it too, it’s ridiculous

Please wear a red uniform for the boy

He’ll swoon

You’re the only partner of the Batboys that is allowed to drive the Batmobile

When the Batmobile needs work you’re the first person that’s called in

Jason likes to drive you of course but he just thinks it’s fun to ride around with you driving

Alfred never has to chauffeur you two because you’re driving your own swanky ride

Jason will come to all your races

He wants to make sure that you know he supports you

That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t worry about you wreaking during a race

If it ever does happen, he’s jumping the bleachers and fence to get to the tarmac

The first time you took him to the tarmac you neglected to tell him that it was really sticky since you thought it would be funny

It was

He likes to pretend that he never fell face first into the tarmac trying to walk

Jason likes to braid your hair or put it up for your races if you have long hair

You also would probably have matching key chains and no one can argue otherwise with me 🤚

Please take that man for a ride around the track

oh my gosh he’ll cry tears of joy

He just thinks you’re super cool

If you get to test cars he’ll ride with you and give opinions

“Well my boyfriend says your car sucks sooooo”

Sorry Porsche

Your kids are your cars and I’m pretty sure that Jason has named all of them

He’s the type to give a name to everything that he owns

OH MY GOSH IF YOU ADDED A SIDECAR FOR ON A MOTORCYCLE FOR ACE

It would be beautiful

#dc x reader #dc comics #dc characters #batfam x reader #batboys x reader #batfam #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x gender neutral reader #red hood imagine #jason todd imagine

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once-upon-an-imagine · 4 months

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Hey!

It would be lovely if you could write a Remus x fem reader, who sleeptalks and confesses after a long night studying in the commonroom.

this was sooooo sweet! 🥰 I am so happy Remus is my first 2024 story cause I loved how this turned out Warnings: none, this is pure fluff; reader talks in her sleep Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Sleep-Talking

"Oh, come on! Just tell us already!" Sirius kept pestering you.

"Sirius, just drop it!" you repeated.

Sirius was currently lying upside down on the sofa behind you as you and Remus tried to study in the Common Room. James and Peter were sitting by the window, James playing with the Snitch as he laughed softly. They all knew that you talked in your sleep and Lily had recently told them that you mentioned one of them a few nights ago but she didn't tell them who. Although James had a pretty good idea and it wasn't Sirius.

"C'mon, love" he said, smirking at you. "We all know it was me, so just, admit it already" he said.

"You got me. Yes, Sirius. I had a dream that I you kept asking me stupid questions, so I punched you" you smirked back at him, making the other three laugh and Sirius' smirk drop.

"You're not funny when you do that" he glared at you.

"And you're not funny when you do that" you said, going back to your book.

"Was it about Prongs?"

"Sirius!"

"Pads, just drop it" Remus added, sighing as he tried to concentrate on his Transfiguration book.

"I just find it weird that she won't tell us? I mean, what's with all the secrets, love? What's the harm in letting us know you had a dream about one of us?" he asked, turning around before realization hit him. He slid off the sofa and was now fully sitting on the floor, next to you his arm behind you as his smirk was back on. "Hold on a second" he said, moving closer to you. "What was your dream about?"

Your eyes widen a little and you could feel your cheeks burning. You hoped Sirius didn't notice the smudge you made on your book while writing. But Remus did.

"Uh-"

"Oh, Merlin" Sirius laughed as James and Peter suddenly found the conversation very interesting. "I knew it! That's why you don't want us to know, isn't it? It wasn't a very innocent dream, was it, love?"

"Alright, Sirius, that's enough" Remus said, glaring at his friend. "We are trying to study here. If you three aren't even going to pretend to care then, please leave us be!"

"Oh, come off, Moony!" Sirius mocked him as James was already pulling him up by his arm.

"Let's go, Pads" he laughed.

"Is not like he's not dying to know if it's him!" you still heard Sirius as James was pulling him upstairs to their dorm with Peter following them and finally leaving you and Remus alone.

"Um, I'm really sorry about them" Remus chuckled, nervously. "You know they can be-"

"It's alright, Rem" you smiled sweetly. "I know they're idiots" you chuckled. You've known them for a very long time.

A few hours had passed, and the Common Room was empty by now, except for the two of you and the dying fire on the fireplace.

"Okay, I think we've covered everything" Remus said, looking at his book. "Except the Fruitcakes to Fairy tales" he said, re-reading the content again. "Wait, that can't be right" he chuckled, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. "Right, Fairy Cakes to Fairies" he corrected. "I think we can leave that for to-" he turned around to see you and stopped when he noticed you were resting your head in your arms and had fallen asleep. He looked at the time and realized it was a lot later than he had thought.

He felt himself smiling as he saw how peaceful you looked in your sleep. He would never admit this out loud but, Sirius was right. He would eventually have to find the courage to finally ask you out. He slowly got up and quietly started cleaning his and your things before he would gently wake you up so the two of you could go to bed.

"Mmm..." he heard you mumble in your sleep before he saw a smile appear on your face. Again, he may never admit this out loud, but he kind of agreed with Sirius. Ever since Lily told them that you had said one of the Marauders' name, he had been dying to know who it was. "Stop it, love" he heard you say, still fully asleep. It may not be the best idea though, as this could mean there was a 75% chance that you were in love, or at least dreaming about, one of his best friends. But at least this way, he would be done and get it over with. But then... "I love you too, Remus" he heard you chuckle, making him instantly look at you to make sure you were still sleeping, which caused him to drop the books in his hand, and you opened your eyes at the sound.

"H-hey-" Remus said, nervously as he picked up the books and he felt his cheeks blushing. "S-sorry, I uh" he stuttered. "I didn't mean to wake you up-"

"H-how um- how long have I been asleep?" you asked, feeling your heart pounding heavily.

"N-not long" he insisted, kneeling back next to you. "I was just thinking about calling it a night. I mean it's a bit later than I thought" he smiled.

"Um, sure" you smiled, nervously. "W-was I uh- was I... t-talking in my sleep?" you asked, feeling your cheeks burning as you looked away.

"Um..." Remus thought for a moment. He could see you were extremely anxious, and he didn't want this to be the way he confessed his love for you. "N-no" he said, noticing the sigh of relief you gave. "You were just... mumbling a bit but I couldn't make any of it" he assured you.

"Oh, um... okay" you smiled, feeling your heart flutter at how close Remus was from you. Not only because of that, but also because of the dream you were having, where he was much closer and his lips were very much on yours. "Um... we should... probably go to bed then" you said. "I mean, uh... separately, um... y-you know, you to your dorm and me to my dorm-" you stuttered. "I'm just going to shut up now" you chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, I think we're good for tonight" he said, smiling adorably at you as he got up and then helped you as well.

"Um, thanks again for helping me study, Rem" you smiled as you made your way to the stairs where you'll be parting ways.

"Anytime, love" Remus said, smiling at you and stopping you before you could go up the stairs. "Um-" he said, blushing a little. "I was thinking" he said, nervously. "Since it's a Hogsmeade weekend" he continued, placing his hand on the back of his neck. "And we're basically just one subject away... maybe you'd like to... go with me?" he asked, smiling sheepishly at you.

"R-really?" you asked, feeling your heart melting. "Just... y-you and me?"

"Y-yeah, if you'd like to um... go on a date... with me, that is" he assured you.

"I would really like that, Remus" you smiled.

"Really?" he asked, excitedly and you nodded happily. "Brilliant! So, maybe we could meet here and go to breakfast and then, we can go?"

"Sounds perfect" you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"See you tomorrow then, love" he smiled before he turned around to leave but you stopped him.

"Are you sure I didn't say anything when I was asleep?" you asked, smiling nervously. Remus looked at you and smirked a little.

"Nope. Nothing, love" he replied but you weren't fully convinced. "At least nothing I could understand" he shrugged. "Why? Were you dreaming about something in specific?"

"Not really" you smiled back at him. Remus pulled you a little to kiss your cheek.

"Sweet dreams, love" he whispered before he went on his way.

Yes, he definitely heard you.

The End

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A/N: I hope you loves liked it! hopefully more stories are coming up this week!

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nalyra-dreaming · 2 months

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Hi! Do you think Armand was like ''Lestat Lestat Lestart' because he can see Louis hallucinating Lestat by reading his mind. It would be really awkward. Do you also think Louis can read Armand 's mind? As an old vampire he can probably block his thoughts but if I was Louis it would be weird for me to have my companion hiding his thoughts,like, do you have something to hide from me even after 77 years??

Sooooo....

Armand can definitely read Louis' mind, though it is debatable if he always does it. However, we have seen in the scene from August (at the Murder Mansion) that he does indeed do so, because he comments on Louis withholding and Claudia being able to mask her thoughts (contrary to Louis).

The thing about Armand and Lestat is... I mean you've seen the trailer. There's history. Armand... loves Lestat. Wants him. Desires him. Lestat rejected him, for reasons. Good reasons, and actually valid reasons. But... that hurt, of course. It's a complicated relationship.

(In the book Lestat goes to Armand to beg for Louis' life, and tells him about Louis, which makes Armand even more interested in Louis. We'll see how they spin it here.)

So along comes Louis, Lestat's lover (/partner / (arguably) husband) (and fledgling). But lover is way more significant here, because of the history Armand has with Lestat. Louis, and Claudia, who dared to hurt Lestat. (And which is ultimately why Claudia will die. Louis only does not because Armand (luckily) actually falls in love with him.)

Armand... is canonically into kinky shit. Not kidding. Cuck chairs, spanking. I believe "The Vampire Armand" is generally still listed as erotica.

So. With that in mind...

Armand didn't mind Louis envisioning / hallucinating imho. At first. He probably found it funny, stimulating, interesting, fascinating, arousing. Depending on the situation.

(For example here. That is in the bar. The bar we know Lestat "shows up in" as well from the BTS photo.)

He probably ... let's say supported those visions, too, given his gift to spellbind. Conjure illusions.

It must have been very entertaining - for a while. Even while having sex. (Can I have a vision-Lestat/Loumand threesome? Pretty please?!^^)

Eventually though... it must have started to grate. (Understandably so.)

That shot of him doing that "Lestat, Lestat, Lestat, Lestat" rant - that is in that apartment the interview was in. So we KNOW that Louis was still going on about Lestat at that time.

(credit to @virginiaisforvampires, sorry couldn't find it in the search)

Now, in the book there is this speech by Armand, and I can see that happening in the show, too:

"I used to believe you would get over it—that when the pain of all of it left you, you would grow warm again and filled with love, and filled with that wild and insatiable curiosity with which you first came to me, that inveterate conscience, and that hunger for knowledge that brought you all the way to Paris to my cell. I thought it was a part of you that couldn’t die. And I thought that when the pain was gone you would forgive me for what part I played in her death. She never loved you, you know. Not in the way that I loved you, and the way that you loved us both. I knew this! I understood it! And I believed I would gather you to me and hold you. And time would open to us, and we would be the teachers of one another. All the things that gave you happiness would give me happiness; and I would be the protector of your pain. My power would be your power. My strength the same. But you’re dead inside to me, you’re cold and beyond my reach! It is as if I’m not here, beside you. And, not being here with you, I have the dreadful feeling that I don’t exist at all. And you are as cold and distant from me as those strange modern paintings of lines and hard forms that I cannot love or comprehend, as alien as those hard mechanical sculptures of this age which have no human form. I shudder when I’m near you. I look into your eyes and my reflection isn’t there...."

He actually thought Louis would... get over it.

Over Claudia's death. Over what happened with Lestat.

In the books, Louis and Armand part then. We'll see how they spin it here. Louis says they've been together for 77 years, but that might be hyperbole - Jacob said that Louis chose that relationship "again", and that would then fit with canon once more.

(I personally think this is one of the good-byes, if not "the".)

But either way... it probably wasn't awkward at first. But it was beyond annoying eventually.

As per Louis reading Armand's mind: yes, if and when Armand permits. Armand is a very, very powerful mind and spell gift user. Louis would not be able to do so against his will.

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IWTV Trailer (me losing my freaking marbles - YOLO) Pt2

I'm just going frame by frame thru AMC'S BEAUTIFUL new IWTV trailer. But I had to split this into 2 parts cuz Tumblr won't let me post 30+ pics. 🙄

They transition from Louis telling Claudia "It's you and me," to BB!Dan being "disrespectful"--yelling at Louis wanting him to make him a vamp, like we heard in S01E01.

And they immediately cut to the clip we've seen before of Louis crying & being dragged off by some old dude (if that's a vampire I feel bad for him, LOL). This might be Claudia/Madeleine's execution, rather than the Trial itself, cuz Louis was wearing a different outfit. (And Claudia's wearing the YELLOW DRESS! Imma be sick! 😭)

So I wonder when the "best outfit" Jam Reiderson said Claudia wears is gonna take place--which I'm assuming is the red Flamenco dress from the posters.

It is SO incredible that we're actually gonna see The Trial, and LESTAT BEING THERE, and seeing Madeleine & Armand & Santiago.

It's interesting that they cut from Armand saying it wasn't SanFran where he failed Louis but Paris, and jump to hallucination!Lestat mocking Armand, yelling "HA!" Is Louis' outfit the same as the one where the old dude dragged him out crying? It kinda looks the same. So is Louis imagining Lestat being FURIOUS with Armand for what's about to happen to Claudia? I wonder why Les is in THAT suit, cuz it looks like the same one he wore in S1E03 the night he kicked Jelly Roll Morton out of town & ragged on Louis about not wanting to kill humans.

Good lord, here we go. #GoneTooSoonMadeleine. U_U And I LIKE THE IMAGERY of the joint/shared transformation, nodding to Claudia desperately wanting Louis to be her (blood) spouse, as they make Madeleine together.

Jfc Louis really did almost kill BB!Daniel. O_O He shattered all that plaster--that's brain damage for sure--no wonder he can't remember the interview, LOL. (I still think Armand used the Mind Gift to make him forget everything.)

A lot of paintings and canvases--art heist Armand?! Are we finally gonna see how he made all that money, going around stealing priceless treasures!? (You can see Armand's feet floating, LOL.) Or is the inside of that chateau his coven raided, "we own dominion!"?

Daniel asking Louis: "YOU BUY THAT?"

AMC thinks they're FUNNY! Cuz they cut right from Armand stealing art he didn't BUY, to lovebomber!Lestat laughing in the townhouse and Louis yelling in what looks like a train station? So he's freaking TF out in public (just like Paul).

Ooooo--then they have Lelio!WolfKiller!Lestat about to attack someone (Magnus? Nope, I double-checked it's Armand cuz ofc it is), looking like the freaking BEAST in his red cape--

--right before we get Lestat's POV of Louis and him fighting in Ep5.

Cuz yeah, Lestat had snapped, and was beating Louis like he was a DOG, like he wasn't even seeing a PERSON, let alone someone he was supposed to be protecting from vampires/monsters LIKE HIM--and OMFG Louis was in blue just like Belle was during the wolf attack--I hate this show.

And they immediately jump from Louis getting beat by Lestat to what I assume is Louis getting jumped by the Theatre--trapped in the coffin they were gonna bury him alive in.

What on earth is Claudia throwing? I swear I think these are bombed/blown-up body parts--pieces of someone's life gone cuz of the WAR. (And immediately cut to Loustat fighting.)

"Who are you, Louis? If there was no ME, if there was no HIM." So yes, the fan theory that Louis WANTS those pieces gone are correct. Or rather--Louis THOUGHT that having those pieces removed would help him. He thought he could recover the lost parts of himself if he wiped his mind of the painful memories. But something must've triggered him--likely finding Claudia's diaries after the 1970s--we are SOOOOO deep in Merrick territory. Cuz Louis wants those memories BACK now--with a vengeance.

*squints* Are they really GOING THERE with Lesmand!? O_O That's not Nickistat, right? Cuz the very next clip is Armand--using telekinesis on Louis (or Daniel?) WTF?!

And then we see the familiar clip of Armand using the Fire Gift when he first meets Louis. Just paralleling how much Armand openly flaunts his many gifts in front of Louis, while Lestat tried to hide everything he could do to not scare Louis away--until Ep5 ofc.

Doomed "happy" "family." YELLOW DRESS ALERT ☝️. The calm b4 ish hits the fan. They immediately cut to Claudia being "welcomed" by the Theatre and Santiago zooming thru the tunnel--

--DEATH to all of them! "F**k these vampires"--Claudia never lied!

Louis, you are just too dang pretty--GTFO off my dang screen. 😍

Another YELLOW dress--these images are cursed.

Loustat reunion at the Trial, if that's the same outfit Lestat wore here.

Give him hell, Armand! 😈 He wanted to be the Devil's Minion so bad--here you go! Look at all that glass shattering around him; no wonder Daniel's scared for his life, LOL! (If this is actually Louis throwing a fit I will DIE.)

Louis finna GO OFF on this BUFFOON! So THAT'S why Armand was mad! XD Louis (or Claudia?) was about to rip Santiago's whole jaw off! XDDDD

The sound of Louis just crying has me in a STATE. AMC is doing something SO freaking different from the film & the books. Louis is actively trying to make sense of things, as we see this poor man just suffering with PTSD and mental illness; with no one to HELP him but some crotchety old man who borderline hates him, and an old AF vampire who'd loves him so much that he'd rather have Louis forget everything cuz ignorance is bliss. 😩

Louis WANTS to remember everything. Armand does NOT want the interview. And Daniel is scared.

Holy freaking goodness, what an incredible trailer. 👏 May 12th can't get here fast enough!

#interview with the vampire #loustat #loumand #louis de pointe du lac #louis de pointe du black #justice for claudia #must see tv #the hype is real

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yujo-nishimura · 5 months

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Impel Down Chaos - Head Canon

Okay, I did it. And I am sooooo enjoying writing this - a deeply in love Y/n and a very clueless Captain Buggy - I want to write this head canon as funny and as chaotic as it can get.

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, SFW for now and a lot of goof, English is not my native language

You had always considered yourself an incredibly fortunate girl, but today marked a great departure from that belief. Seated on a chilly stone bench, dressed in your new black and white striped outfit, your wrists bound tightly by handcuffs behind unyielding iron bars, you found yourself confined within Impel Down—the world's most renowned and impregnable prison. Maybe you were actually lucky to finally see this infamous building from the inside - but it would have been a more pleasant experience if you had been a mere visitor and not a criminal.

Earlier, you had been leisurely strolling through town, intending to gather supplies for the ship. You were not aware that fate led you down a path that crossed with the only street where numerous Navy officials had assembled. They were busy examining updated wanted posters, one of them including to be yours with a very new, very beautiful picture of yourself. Lost in a daydream about your flashy captain, you accidently walked straight into their midst, surprising both them and yourself. In that moment, you never suspected the dangerous trap into which your steps had unwittingly led you.

The sheer number of fifteen Navy officials proved overwhelming, leaving you helpless and unable to defend yourself. Before you could even entertain second thoughts about venturing alone from the safety of your ship, you found your hands restrained by handcuffs, a gag stifling your voice, and were forcefully carried aboard the Navy vessel.

You let out a heavy sigh as you gazed down at the shackles that bound your wrists now. The mere act of being brought into this prison had already instilled in you a profound fear, heightened further by the piercing screams of tortured prisoners that vibrated through the air.

Seated within the confines of a cramped cell on Level 1, you found yourself surrounded by fellow male inmates, their eyes gleaming with an unsettling desire. Upon your arrival, the navy officials had instructed you to wait until they could locate a female guard to escort you to the women's prison. However, what seemed like a mere half-hour had stretched into an eternity, leaving you still perched upon the cold bench. You could feel the weight of the gazes from approximately ten men fixated upon you, their eyes undressing you in an unholy manner, while whispering to each other about your arrival.

You did not know how long these pirates had been imprisoned for, but it was evident that they had not known the comforts of a bath or the company of a woman for an extended period of time.

You thought of your crew and your captain - would they know about what had happened to you? Would they come and rescue you? You thought of Cabaji and Mohji, being all eager and motivated to sail to your rescue. However, you couldn't help but acknowledge their inherent cowardice, knowing that once they discovered the location of your captivity, their bravery might just disappear and they would dig you a grave with some withering flowers on a random island. But your Captain, would he come to rescue you? There was no other person on the Grand Line you admired more than Buggy the Clown, but you were not sure if he felt the same for you. You had done everything to get his attention until he finally agreed on letting you join his crew. Since that day you felt you were the happiest girl on the whole wide ocean, having already found your personal One Piece in form of a goofy, selfish and always angry clown.

Yet, deep down, a nagging doubt crept into your thoughts. You couldn't shake the feeling that the Buggy Pirates would not come to your aid. Their ship lacked the capability to navigate the treacherous calm belt, and their crew, while being motivated and loyal, wasn't known for their exceptional strength. Breaking into the formidable fortress of a prison seemed far beyond their capabilities.

You let out another sigh, accidentally drawing the attention of the men surrounding you once again. One of them, with teeth nearly as dark as obsidian, attempted a smile as he addressed you. "You seem down, Missy. How about we liven things up a bit, eh?" His words were promptly echoed by another man, sporting an overgrown blonde mohawk. He exuded an air of danger, matched only by the apparent lack of intelligence on his face. "Yeah, why not have some fun together before you have to bid us farewell?"

You gulped, fear pressing on your lungs and your heart, rendering you unable to speak. The two guys now walked slowly towards you, laughing in anticipation, knowing you had no chance against them without a weapon and without backup.

Just as one of the men stood before you, his hand reaching out to touch your arm, a scream of terror escaped your lips. In a twist of fate, the cell door swung open in the same moment, and another prisoner was forcefully thrown inside, drawing the attention away from you, if only for a brief moment.

“You damn bastards, that is not how you treat a renowned pirate captain!”, a familiar voice echoed through the cell, making you immediately getting up from your seat. Dressed in the same prisoner's clothes as you, his long blue hair pulled back in a ponytail, the familiar red nose shining in the darkness of the cell, sitting on his bum was your captain - Buggy the clown!

"Captain!" you exclaimed, leaping towards him in sheer delight, only to restrain yourself at the last moment, suppressing the overwhelming urge to envelop him in a tight passionate hug.

"Y/n!" he responded, clearly taken aback by your presence. Rising to his feet, it dawned on him that he still had at least one loyal crew member left to give orders to. "You've come to rescue me, right?" you pleaded, clasping your hands together, tears welling up in your eyes as you regarded your clown captain as if he were the second coming of Jesus on an Easter holiday. For a brief moment, he appeared dumbfounded, but then he burst into laughter. "Yes, my dear Y/n! It was all part of my grand plan to willingly get captured, brought here, and locked up, all in order to uncover a means of escape for the both of us. I never, ever just got caught by the marines and tossed in here because I happened to take a wrong turn in town. That would never happen to the great Buggy the Clown!"

"I knew it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your joy, as you almost broke into a spontaneous dance around Buggy. However, the gravity of your current situation quickly brought you back to reality, and you leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, "They're planning to transfer me out of here soon, on account of being a woman, and these guys around us have already started making unwanted advances..."

Buggy stared back at you, his face etched with a perplexed expression, seemingly unable to grasp the severity of the situation and what you meant.

"Don't worry, Y/n," he reassured you, a hint of cluelessness in his voice. "In prison, we're all treated equally... equally poorly, that is! The Navy's idea of justice seems to involve tormenting everyone indiscriminately."

"But Buggy...!" you exclaimed, desperately gesturing towards your chest and hips, hoping to draw his attention to your unmistakable feminine features. "I can't be treated the same as these... men!"

Buggy glanced at your attire, seemingly misinterpreting your concerns. "Ah, your clothes! Fear not, we shall retrieve them! Just like they've taken mine and my precious hat, robbing me of everything important to me. But don't you worry, Y/n, that doesn't change the fact that I am still your captain!"

"Are you two finished with your chit-chat?" interjected the persistent man from earlier, intruding once more and extending his arm, evidently trying to resume his unwelcome advances.

"We are most certainly not finished!" your captain interjected, swiftly coming to your rescue by forcefully pulling you away from the persistent individual, yet again misreading the situation.

"How dare you attempt to take away my one and only loyal crew member! Y/n will come up with a brilliant plan to free us from this wretched place!" Buggy declared with unwavering confidence.

"Me?" you exclaimed, caught off guard by his declaration, yet simultaneously feeling a delightful warmth spread through you from Buggy's firm touch.

The situation was undeniably bleak, yet in the midst of it all, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer handsomeness of your captain. As fate would have it, this forced enclosure within the confines of the prison presented an opportunity for you to finally confess your feelings to him. You were never alone on board the ship. Now it was just him, you and some stinky fellow prisoners. This was finally your chance. Your day had come. Now you only needed to convince him of your loyalty, beauty and charm. Maybe after all you were still the lucky girl that you used to be.

“My plan…!”, you started to say, without even knowing what your plan was. As he nodded in understanding, his magnificent blue locks fell over his strong, broad shoulders. It was a sight you had never seen before, and you silently expressed gratitude to the damn guards of Impel Down for confiscating his hat and bandana, allowing you to witness this mesmerizing sight.

"I'm all ears, Y/n. By the way, did those guards harm you when they dragged you in here? Your nose is bleeding...!" Buggy exclaimed, concern etched across his face.

#one piece #buggytheclown #buggy the clown x reader #one piece buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #impel down

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Thank you for letting me be your favorite person and send this request in that you're gonna love writing for me with your amazing wonderful talent 🙄🙄😘😘

Sooooo...

Stray Kids reaction to spending time with their s/o after a concert ??

i repeat, do not let it get into your head 🙄

but anyways, let's see how it goes.

Stray Kids reaction to spending time with their s/o after a concert

ʙᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Okay so this man would be so happy to see you backstage, his expression would change immediately; a big grin and open arms that won't take long to wrap you in. He'd bury his face in the crook of your neck and place soft kisses along your shoulder and cheeks before pulling back and peck your lips and forehead.

He's exhausted but wouldn't talk about that. Instead, and being the selfless man that he is, I can easily picture him wanting to hear everything about your day with the best disposition. He would look at you adoringly while doing so the whole ride home, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear. Once home, he'd take a quick shower and join you in bed, finally telling you about how amazing everything went for them and how happy he is to do what he loves.

"I just feel really complete when I'm on stage, everything seems like a dream babe, you know?"

He'd look so precious you won't be able to resist the urge to kiss him, and he will kiss you back until your lips are red and swollen.

"But I definitely like kissing you more."

ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

He'd be exhausted, hungry and maybe even a bit grumpy. He wouldn't talk as much after greeting you with a kiss on the lips and a hug, but once you're both back home and he's fed and showered, he'd have you resting your head on his chest as he plays with your hair, telling you about funny stuff that happened during the show.

He'd probably start getting handsy in a playful way at some point, placing kisses here and there and moving his hand down your stomach. Once you swat his hand and look up at him to say you thought he was too tired, he'd just shrug, proceeding to kiss you hard enough to stop yourself from getting any coherent thoughts.

"I still have some energy to burn, and you look so pretty underneath me, are you okay if we skip sleeping for a little while?"

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

He'd be all sweaty and tired, but once he sees you backstage, like Chan, his face would light up. He'd cup your face and kiss your lips a couple of times before pulling you against his chest, rubbing your back gently.

He'd look hot, and buff, and tempting enough for you to start getting touchy. He'd look at you with a raised brow but wouldn't think much of it.

Now, when you two arrive home and you start kissing his neck and trying to slide your hands under his shirt, he would let a lazy laugh and say how tired he is.

But when he sees you pout because you're so needy, he'd quickly give in, hissing and grabbing you by the hips, pressing you against him. He'd cup your chin and say.

"You're so needy and pretty. I can not resist you, now can I?" Before kissing you hard.

Will end up in sex.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

My man right here would get so clingy from the get-go, showering your face in kisses and hugging you, hands rubbing your back gently.

He'd get shy and chuckle once you tell him how hot he looked, taking the praise happily. On the ride home, he'd keep his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder as he plays with your fingers.

Once home, he'd love it if you showered with him, cause he really enjoys being pampered and how you'd wash his hair for him. When in bed, he'd be too tired to do anything fun, resting his head on your chest, arm draped over you, and tangled legs. He likes to have his hair played with until he falls asleep.

Will wake up with full energy and a morning wood ready for you the next morning.

"Baby, please wake up, I miss you."

ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

So relieved to see you, still buzzing after the adrenaline of the concert. He would wrap you in a hug and kiss your head, unable to erase the grin on his face.

He would talk nonstop all the way home about how fun the concert was and how tired he is, just to proceed with saying how much he missed seeing your face, kissing your lips softly, and hugging you against him until you arrived home.

Now, this tired baby would love it when you helped1 him take his makeup off, sitting on top of the toilet as you clean his face, big doe eyes staring up at you, hands on your hips, he'd repeatedly pout asking for kisses, making something so simple take longer than it should, but you'd be happy to obligue.

He'd also want you to play with his hair, head on your lap as he continues talking. He'd look so cute you'd take him by surprise by leaning down and pressing a kiss on his lips. He'd smile and ask you to do it again, and you would, over and over, until he sits up and places his hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss and it develops into a makeout session.

"God, I love kissing you."

ғᴇʟɪx ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Another clingy, smiley shy boy who's super happy to see his love.

Rosy cheeks when you praise him, he loves it when you tell him how cool and sexy you think he is while performing.

Will try to turn it on you, saying you're even cuter and wanting to hear how much you enjoyed the show, or whatever else you did during the day.

From the moment you leave the place where the concert was held, to the one you arrive home, everything resumes with him interrupting you every two sentences with a kiss because he says he's really happy to see you.

He, like Hyunjin, will probably be too tired to have sex that night, but he will need you to cuddle him so he can bury his face between your neck and shoulder and fall asleep to your scent.

"As much as I love my job, nothing compares to coming back home to you."

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

My puppy! He loves seeing you, so he would quickly hug you and rock you side to side, placing kisses on your cheek. Once pulling back, he'd keep his hands on yours, thumb caressing your knuckles as you tell him how great he was.

His eyes would be so sparkly and he wouldn't be able to stop smiling and thanking you, eventually getting shy and pulling you in another hug to stop you from seeing his flushed cheeks.

He'd keep his composure on the ride home, only holding your hand and smiling at you whenever your eyes meet.

Now, once at home and in bed, he'd lay on his side to face you, talking about anything and everything, a subtle smile permanently placed on his lips, fingers brushing your hair away from your face as he listens to you intently. Then, he'd start puckering his lips asking for kisses, and you'd give them to him, and he'd pucker his lips again for you to repeat the process, eventually placing his hand behind your head and keeping your lips against his to kiss you for a while, which will lead the two of you to start chuckling and hugging each other.

"Don't tell my members how cringey I become whenever you're around. I really love it when you baby me."

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Our beloved and young maknae, although tired, would still have so much energy after the concert. He will shyly run to you and hug you tightly, cupping your face between his large hands and kissing you right then and there.

He loves to be praised, especially when you say he was sexy. He already thinks he is, but when you say it to him, it's even better.

He will get handsy even before leaving, kissing you nonstop at one of the corners. He'd be horny and you'd know it right away.

He'd be forced to stop so you can leave, but as soon as you two are home, you better be prepared to have your clothes ripped from you and getting fucked over the first flat surface he finds.

Oh, but afterward, he'd become a clingy baby who just wants to hug you close to him and have his hair played with (guys love this.)

"Ahhh, Why are you so pretty? I like you so much!"

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