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vettelsdarling · 7 months

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Youre one of my fav f1 writers on here and I would really love it if you could do a instagram au with a Brazilian model reader x Max!!! Its like their relationship is known and stuff and it’s just a bunch of fluff

𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

Lissie note… Hi, thank you so much for the kind words. You’re too sweet! I actually really like this prompt, as I have a specific model in mind. Thank you for this!

Things to note:

Fc: Adriana Lima

Reader and Max have been dating for a few years

Reader is a world-renowned supermodel

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Brazilian model!Reader

Warnings: Nothing but some cursing

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @allwaysalleyway

Playlist recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐌𝐕𝟏

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yourusername Fun fun fun! Loved this walk💙🦋

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charlottesiine Gorgeous❤️

francisca.cgomes Lindaaaa💙💙💙

user1 Okay but how is anyone THIS pretty

user2 EXACTLY😩😩

user3 STOPPP THIS IS THE BEST WALK YETTT😩

user4 Literally

user5 Okay but any F1 fans here to say that Max is extremely lucky👀

user6 Fr. I would do anything to be him ughhh

user7 He stole her from me

user8 @ user7 us*

user9 Why Max and not me😔

user10 MOTHER😫

user11 She’s so amazing like istg

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maxverstappen1 Lovely win here in Miami!

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yourusername Amazing❤️

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user1 He wins in Miami, he wins the girlfriend lottery

user2 She’s so supportive too like where’s my gf?

user1 @ user2 Fr

user3 Hopefully he wins the championship🙏

user4 Okay but he will def win the next few races

user5 Yes. I just KNOW it will be like last year

user4 @ user5 I hope

user6 I’m so jealous of him. He keeps winning and he has the best gf ever like wtaf

user7 Exactly😭😭😭

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maxverstappen1 ❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

charlottesiine Never fail to impress❤️

yourusername Ah stoppp❤️

francisca.cgomes Linda girlll🔥

yourusername No you🔥

user1 Once again, mother worked the scene😩

user2 Nobody will ever be able to replace her

user3 Max is literally the luckiest man alive rn

user4 The way I NEED her so much

user5 She wants me so bad.

user6 @ user5 Say that to Max🤡

user7 She served breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND MIDNIGHT SNACKKK

user8 Mother will always be mothering like this

user9 Anyways, I’m manifesting my wedding day with her.

user10 Relatable

user11 I love that she’s happy with Max, but I can make her happier fr

user12 Delulu is the solulu

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maxverstappen1 Life lately…

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maxverstappen1 Gorgeous❤️

yourusername Handsome❤️

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landonorris Life lately but there’s no pic of your raging sim racing moments… okay👀

maxverstappen1 Shut up

user1 They are literally MADE for each other.

user2 If they don’t last, how could anyone ever???

user3 Okay but how did they even meet

user4 You must be a new fan if you don’t know

user3 @ user4 and so what if I am? I just want to know

user5 They met at a gala in Brazil where she presented him an award. It’s like a few years ago or something.

user3 @ user5 Ohhh ty. That’s really cute though🥰

user6 They are the definition of a perfect couple

user7 I need them to get married ugh

user8 Manifesting they stay together forever😩❤️

user9 I love them together sm

user10 She is literally my fav wag EVER

user11 Her>>>>

user12 Her and Kika fr

user13 I love her paddock fits too. I hope they post some soon

user14 They prob will

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yourusername Fun little outtakes from today’s shoot!

View all comments francisca.cgomes Should’ve kept these in because you are GORGEOUS🔥 Liked by yourusername

charlottesiine Such a beauty Liked by yourusername

user1 Mother will never stop being an icon

user2 She is literally TIMELESS

user3 I’m literally so in love with her wtaf

user4 She’s mine, so Max can back off now🥰

user5 Ummm I think you mean mine.

user6 You guys are completely wrong, she’s literally mine

user7 She belongs to NO ONE😩 She’s a national treasure

user8 How can someone literally be this gorgeous and say that these are outtakes???

user9 I literally do not get it

user10 She’s so ughhh❤️😩

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maxverstappen1 Surprisingly good at tennis🎾

View all comments yourusername I don’t know how this works, but I should totally go to Wimbledon

maxverstappen1 If that ever happens, I will be there.

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user1 Can we just appreciate the amount of support that they show each other

user2 Power couple🔥🔥🔥

user3 Model and soon-to-be world champion in tennis🫶

user4 Mimicking Max

user5 It would actually be so cute if she became a world champion and they’d both be world champions😭❤️

user6 @ user5 I mean, she is technically world champion in the model world. Literally one of the most popular models in the world sooo

user5 @ user6 which is why they’re already so cute together

user7 Ugh I’m so jealous😭 I want what they have SO BAD

user8 No bc same

user9 I don’t know if I’d rather be max or her

user10 ikr? They’re both just 😫😫😫

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wagsf1 Max hugging @ yourusername after winning this weekend🤍

View all comments user1 Literally so fucking cute AHHHH

user2 He’s so lucky

user3 They look so cute together😭😭😭

user4 all-time fav wag tbh

user5 Him at her shows too>>>

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yourusername Little break from reality❤️

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user1 AHHHH OMG😭 They’re so cute

user2 I bet she drives better than Max on the road lol

user3 lmaoo yes

user4 So pretty in the 3rd pic😩

user5 Why is Max this lucky like wtaf

user6 Wtaf I’m sitting in my bedroom with a shitty romcom and they’re out here actually enjoying life😭

user7 Lmfao relatable

user8 I second that

user9 I’m so in love with them

user10 They’re textbook perfect. I swear.

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maxverstappen1 Appreciation post for my love, @ yourusername

View all comments user1 He really won the lottery like actually

user2 They are THE couple of the century.

user3 She’s literally gorgeous ugh😩

user4 Does anyone know how many years they’ve been dating?

user5 I think it’s like 4 years? Give or take a year??

user6 Yeah it is

user7 Fav couple on the grid

user8 Agreed. I LOVE THEM.

user9 Anyways so when’s the wedding?

user10 Literally

user11 Weddings aren’t EVERYTHING

user9 I’m just rooting for them that’s all smh

user12 They will grow old together. I’m manifesting it.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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ozarkthedog · 1 year

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For those location-based prompts, Private #3 with Joel Miller if you please. 👀🙏

3. in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves.

warnings: smut. ty for the request. 💙

“Joel, please-” another wrecked gasp slips from your parted mouth. Your palms are moist under the bathroom mirror as you try to hold yourself steady while Joel spears you open with his cock.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” He muses, shifting his hips to graze that most pleasurable spot hidden deep inside you. “Is my cock too big for you?”

Your head drops between your extended arms, your body jolting with each powerful thrust. The porcelain vanity he has you draped over will no doubt leave bruises but you couldn’t care less as he saws his thick length between your soaked petals.

Joel’s hands lock tight around your hips, pushing and pulling your body like a ragdoll desperate to reach your peaks before you have to join the waking world.

Your eyes press tight as another wave of pleasure races up your spine. “Please, I need-” He cuts you off with a strong thrust, grinding his pelvis against your plush ass making you whimper and mewl for him.

He curls a large hand under your jaw and lifts, forcing you to watch the sinful display. His eyes are dark and perverse as he holds your gaze in the mirror. “You beg so pretty.” Joel grunts into the shell of your ear. “Makes my cock so fuckin’ hard.”

He holds you still in his strong arms, not letting you look away as your peak hits. He savagely fucks you through the blinding pleasure, shoving his cock as deep as it’ll go before he succumbs to his own and fills your cunt to the brim.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction

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basilone · 2 months

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KILLY!!!! hello! here to send in a prompt for my girl Stella and prompt 46 - protection! :) thank youuuu!

Hiii! 💙 Love that you wanna see more of Stella, ty!! Hope you'll like this one. 😊

protection

She should have waited.

Waited for Max and Jules, at least, because waiting for Tiny to get ready would have meant waiting for half the party to be over by the time they finally got there. Dee was out of the question – a stomach bug even Lucy couldn’t fix – and Lord only knows where Nora disappeared off to after dinner. She’d half-expected to find the others at the party, laughing and joking and drinking, but…

Stella heaves a sigh. Then another one. Locks eyes with Douglass, who seems to be waiting for a response she’s not about to give him. Lets her gaze slide over his buddies – Blakely the only one she can name – before fixing on the same piece of wall that’s gotten her through one-sided conversations like this one before. She should get Push to mention to Lemmons that the wall’s paint is peeling off in the corner right above that ugly armchair. Maybe he can spare it a lick of paint or figure out what to do about it that’d make it less crooked.

“Hey, that wall isn’t gonna dance with you,” interjects Douglass, stepping back into her line of sight in a way that’s got her balling both fists. “We’re all friends here, right?”

We work the same job, sure, she almost retorts. Just because we blow things up together doesn’t mean we’re friends now. Stella knows he won’t get the nuance. Guys like him never really do. She allows her eyebrow to raise just a little, just enough.

“Come on, Lombardi”– and he doesn’t even pronounce it right, elevates her name too much –“us bombardiers, we got a bond, don’t we?”

An arm slips over her shoulders before she can convey her new retort with a well-practiced huff. A thumb rubs a small circle over her insignia, soothing, while she’s pulled against a very warm side. Soap and aftershave are playing tug-of-war with a sharp whiskey twang, settling in her nostrils and coating her tongue with the urge to feel the latter’s burn in her throat. She knows this scent and touch as well as she knows her bomb visor. Relaxes into it the moment it fully registers, letting her shoulders drop and her balled fists unfurl.

“You trying to get between that pilot and bombardier bond, Doug?” His question is good-natured. Upbeat, even. Teasing where it counts, defusing the fact that he’s interceding at all. “Lombardi here”– and of course he gets her name pitch perfect, rolling off his tongue like that’s where it’s always been –“is owed a drink by me tonight. Gonna get her one before Lottie shows up and takes that glass outta her hand!”

Somehow, he’s already managed to steer her away from the offending party. Somehow, his hand’s clasped firmly around her shoulder and squeezing her to his side as he guides her over to the bar. She just about manages to nod at Cleven in passing – his answering nod is minuscule – but lets her gaze slide straight over Egan, who’s far too busy pontificating about which song he wants to be singing later tonight. There’s still a half-full glass on this side of the bar. A spare coaster. Meatball’s leash dangling from a stool – the dog itself being entertained by the Clubmobile girls who don’t really talk to the bomber girls any – and his jacket hanging over that.

“You looked like you needed a rescue there,” he says, smiling, leaning them both against the bar before letting go of her. “You should just tell him no next time, all right? He’s good about that. Not that good about silences.”

“No often comes with the why not,” she reminds him, “and I don’t have enough breath in my lungs for how long that answer would be.”

Benny’s eyes crinkle further in amusement. “That bad, huh? Poor Doug.”

“He’ll live,” judges Stella archly, following that group’s new beeline for the Clubmobile girls. “Would you look at that. I guess the bond between bombardiers is forgotten real fast after all, huh.”

He nudges her side. “Pilot and bombardier have the better one, don’t ya think?”

The safer one, she almost says. The one that gives me some protection among the wolves. “You fishing for compliments here, DeMarco?” she laughs instead, nudging his side back in response. “Shame on you.”

“Ow, Frosty, watch where ya put that damn elbow!”

“You’re such a baby,” she sighs, shaking her head in dismay. “That wasn’t even that hard. You’re real fragile, sir.”

“Lombardi,” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as though he’s already tired of her, “call me fragile one more time…”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be on your own, kid,” decides Benny, raising his glass to her. “So you better be nice to me now, huh?”

Stella affects a pout she doesn’t mean a lick of. “I’m always nice to you.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” he chuckles. “Bossy as hell, you are. Those guys should be thankin’ me for rescuing them from you.”

She stops. Stares. “Benny,” she says, “that’s some bullshit.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, it is.” She rolls her eyes. Locks her hand around a new glass, half-full like his, once it’s set in front of her. “You already got plenty of bossy girls in your life.” She knows Lottie is. Darlene, too, though most wouldn’t peg her like that. “Hardly need me adding to your troubles there.”

He shoots her a long, searching look out of the corner of his eye. “Who says I’ve got troubles?”

Stella snorts out a laugh. “You did, last time we were drinking.” She remembers him clinging to her shoulders. Whiskey breath mingling with chocolate. “Hope you solved them,” she laughs, sipping her drink exactly the way she was taught not to, “because I’m sure as shit not gonna help.”

“Cold, Frosty, real cold.”

She shrugs. “Hazards of the job, mio fratello.”

“Remind me why I like you.”

“I’m the best bombardier in the Hundredth, that’s why.”

“Ego.”

“All true, baby.” She grins. “Now, how about you tell me more about that bet you got going on with Lottie?”

His answering groan just makes her laugh out loud even more.

#masters of the air #bernard demarco #oc: stella #mota oc #basilonefic #yeah so Benny's all but adopted her at this point #man's out here collecting dogs and women

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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Julieeeeee!! Babes you can’t post smut prompts and expect me to not send you something 😈💙

How about these for Wolffe?

6. “You look so good beneath me.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

Hope this helps!!

Smut Dialogue Prompts

ERIN heheheheheheh you saw that Wolffe has clearly been on my mind today 🥰 I love my commander grumpy.

let's do something fun and slutty for our moody yet self-indulgent commander shall we?

"I want you to ruin me, Wolffe."

A few illicit, seductive little words whispered into his ear at your booth at 79s led you to where you were now. Wrists bound to your headboard, propped up on your knees with your ass in the air just the way Wolffe wanted. The exact filthy way he'd described to you in explicit detail from systems away on one of your many holocalls.

You were trembling, sweating, shivering and overwhelmed all at once, kept warm only by the heat of Wolffe's body hovering inches above yours. Rough hands smoothed up the curves of your sides, his grip wide enough to just brush the edges of the glittering gray lingerie you'd teased him with peaks of at the club all night. You would've taken it off by now, but he practically demanded you keep it on until he said so.

"If you were going to tease me with it all night, the least you could do is keep it on long enough to let me get a good look at you in it." He had reasoned with you, his voice a lust fueled grumble in your ears while he kissed you in the back of the hover cab on the ride home.

Your innocent teasing mixed with your explicit request had broken Wolffe's brain, snapping his will to resist into tiny pieces. Wolffe loved nothing more than to give in to his most carnal and obscene urges. There was no place Wolffe would not go to satisfy both you and himself.

He took his time kissing down your neck, over your collarbone and down your back. His hands kneaded at your breasts roughly, tracing the patterns of the intricate lace and fastenings keeping your bare skin away from his. His chest completely bare and rubbing up against you as he dipped down for every kiss which made you ache more and more with every passing second.

"You made me wait such a long time to bring you home, you little tease. Now I'm going to make you suffer like I have." He rasped, the vibrations of his deep voice in his chest washed over every dimple and goosebump on your skin prickled up with sensitivity from the tension he stoked between you. Maker- he was good at this. No one else could even come close to what he could do to you.

You whimpered and wrapped your hands around the soft cloth tying you to the headboard. "B-but...Wolffe...I'm sorry." He chuckled, the heat of his exhales warming the wet kisses he'd trailed down the curve of your spine. You bit your bottom lip, shuddering as you imagined how that might feel if only he'd blow just a few inches lower, the space between your legs probably wet enough now to drip onto your bed sheets below.

Wolffe tutted softly, "darling...c'mon you knew this was coming. Been dreaming about you like this since before I even left. Besides...you look so good beneath me." His roaming hands drew back to spank your right cheek hard. You moaned, panting as the stinging sear of contact tingled into dissolving euphoria.

"Th-thank you, Commander." You offered a near breathless reply - part of the stern set of rules he has for you - his warm hand caressing over it now to soothe the sting. His deft fingers peeled up the lace lining your hips and slowly eased your panties down your thighs, lifting them over each knee to keep you in position.

"There's my good girl." He praised, "Is it possible you were acting up a little because you wanted my attention? You wanted this, cyar'ika? Talk to me." He prompted, his grounding body weight lifting off of you as he moved to line himself up behind you.

"Yes, Sir. I needed you." You whined, rolling your ass back into his thighs as he slid his cock through your folds. "I missed you." His firm grip latched onto your hipbones, pulling you flush to him with one hand while the other began to pull at the fastenings at the back of your lingerie set.

"Oh I missed you too, my pretty girl. Can't you feel it?" He groaned, his hips rolling his throbbing cock through your slick to prepare himself. The blunt head bumped your clit lazily and he laughed maniacally as your legs shook at the sudden pleasure recoiling through you. Each building thrust of his hips brought tears to your eyes and his slow, deliberate unlacing of the last bit of fabric keeping your full body away from him had your lower belly burning with need.

"I can feel it, Commander. Need to feel it...more...inside. Please Wolffe. Please." You begged, your own hips beginning to roll to match his thrusts. He tried to hold steady, but his own impatience had him giving in faster than usual. He moaned with his exhale as he tore the lingerie set off of you, tossing it to the floor and letting your breasts press against the sheets beneath you. The contact had your eyes rolling back in your head and your mouth dropping open with a delighted sigh.

Before you even had time to enjoy the freeing sensation, Wolffe gripped your ass and held you open, plowing his cock into your entrance smoothly. His mouth dropped open and a string of curses followed as he split your swollen walls apart around him. You cried out loudly, pulling at your restraints as you searched for something to take hold of while he overtook you.

Wolffe grunted in pure ecstasy, all his pent up stress and anxiety releasing instantly as he tore you apart. Your soft, welcoming insides bringing him to a place of bliss nothing else in the universe could ever replicate. You spasmed around him as he took his time spreading you taut and then bottoming out inside you. His palm slid around to rest on your belly as he pounded you into the bed beneath you, feeling himself within you.

"Does that feel good, cyar'ika?" He teased, pistoning his hips and playing with your clit every so often to make you cry his name mixed with indiscernible moans of pleasure into your soft pillows. You mewled out a hazy, blissful confirmation and he laughed, caressing your thighs. "Fuck yeah, I know it does. Now come for me and I'll think about releasing your binders for the next round."

...which was never hard to accomplish. Not for Wolffe.

#smut dialogue prompts #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe thots #commander wolffe

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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20. Leave it on — Eddie 💙

ehehehe ty 🖤🖤

subtle smut prompts

18+

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"This is harassment, ma'am. No touching the goods while I'm working," Eddie chokes out that last word, his voice pitching up when you reach under the cheap maid costume he's wearing. He tries to cover it up with a cough, ignoring your wandering hand trailing up his thigh as he scrubs harder at your kitchen countertop.

"The deal was you had wear this little get up and clean my place if we beat the Big Bad in one sitting. Never said I couldn't have a little fun with you," Eddie flushes a ruddy pink, moaning under his breath when you grip him through his boxers under his skirt.

"Fine," he whines. "You win. Just, please."

You turn him around, staring up at those pretty brown eyes as you drop down to your knees. Eddie lifts his skirt, moving to take it off, but you slap his hands away and shoot him a wicked smile.

"Uh-uh. Leave it on."

#prompt game #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #nsft #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson blurb #my fics

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inourselveswetrust · 1 year

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Another angsty ask, but from a different person because I'm waiting for paint on set to dry!!

How would the ROs react if they had a nightmare where MC died (that feels very real) and woke up to find MC wasn't in bed with them?

Or, correlating to the other one, reaction if MC had a panic attack or anxiety attack after doing the deed?

I hope you're doing well!!

I'll answer the first prompt here. Feel free to submit your second in another ask! 💙

August would tear apart the house until they find you. They'll consider tying you to the bed afterward (not in a kinky way lmao), because they refuse to let you out of their sight right now.

Blair would be able to calm themselves after waking, logically dismissing their anxiety as the remnants of a dream. They'll hold you closer once you return to bed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before peacefully falling back asleep.

Wren would be nearly in tears as they wake, they would leap from the bed and rush through the home in search of you. They'll be extra clingy afterwards, always wanting to be near you. Expect lots of hugs, hand holding and kisses afterwards, provided you're okay with it.

Neve would try to tell themselves it was just a dream, but they'll still get out of bed to look for you. Once ensuring you're okay, they may spend the rest of the night reading or working on an article. They won't be able to fall asleep again after such a disturbing dream.

#anon ask #ro ask

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httpsdana · 1 year

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I loved your Rashford fic sm!! can you write 118 from your prompt list with him? 💙

Teasing~Marcus Rashford

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I'm glad I'm getting more requests for underrated players like Marcus

my posts are flopping idk why :(

keep sending in your requests <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

118-"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

y/n woke up and chose violence. She woke up and decided she would be making her boyfriend Marcus jealous.

He got jealous easily so it wasn't a hard task for her.

She woke Marcus up by pressing a few kisses on his forehead. "good morning baby. up up. you have practice today" she said lowly against his forehead.

Marcus opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"don't give me those eyes. get up" she said, making him groan before he rolled out of bed

"you coming with me darling?" Marcus called out from the bathroom

"yeah I have nothing to do today" she replied, realizing that she can make him jealous by flirting with one of his teammates

She changed into a cute top and a pair of jeans, leaving her hair down. After putting some make up on, she walked downstairs to where Marcus was tying his shoelaces. Once he noticed her presence, he looked up and smiled at her

He got up from the couch and walked to her, putting an arm around her waist, pressing his lips against her temple.

"you look beautiful princess" he mumbled against her hair

She smiled up at him, pecking his lips softly

"and you look quite handsome too.ready?" she asked, he nodded and grabbed his car keys

The moments they stepped on the pitch, the first person that cuaght y/n's eye was Jadon Sancho. He and hed were close. Him playing for both England and Manchester United with Marcus made them talk for a few times. They were basically best friends

Once Jadon's eyes caught y/n's, she was quick to wave at him. Marcus' eyebrows rose as he glanced at who his girlfriend was waving at. Jadon made his way to the couple, greeting Marcus before he turned his attention to y/n

"well well. if it isn't the famous y/n. how are you gorgeous?" he said with a smirk, making y/n's smirk grow too

"well I'm doing great. what about you?" she took a small step closer to him, in which Marcus huffed and walked further to the pitch to start his practice

His eyes were burning through the back of her head. She felt it, and he knew that she felt it. All y/n was doing was trying to make him jealous, and he noticed that.

He was furious. Seeing how Jadon and y/n were sitting way too close. How she had her arm on his forearm or thigh when she laughed at him. He notched how she was laughing a little too much at whatever he was saying

Saying he was fuming was an understatement. So he took permission from his coach to leave earlu, saying he wasn't feeling too good

He walked to his girlfriend and teammate, putting his arm around y/n's waist tightly, ignoring Jadon'd presence

"let's go princess" he said in a tone that made y/n realize how much she fucked up. She nodded before she turned to Jadon. She hugged him and made sure to kiss his cheek in the process.

Marcus rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Jadon

The tension in the car was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. But none of them tried saying anything to break this tension

Marcus slammed the door behind him once they entered their house, making y/n turn to look at him

"you think that was funny?" he asked, his eyes full of anger and jealousy

"what? I didn't do anything" she shrugged innocently, while he stepped closer to her

"you think I didn't notice everything you were doing with Jadon? All the laughing and the touching. What has gotten into you?" his voice was bitter

"its just...it got me thinking. When I saw Jadon today, I realized how handsome he is. I mean his accent is hot and his smile is adorable. And his hair. ohh his hair. its like so sof-" she was interrupted by the voice of her boyfriend

"fucking hell, shut your mouth." he snapped making her stop to look at him

"make me." she snapped back

He closed the space between them, putting his arm on her lower back, and pressing his lips rather roughly against hers

After a while, he pulled away with a smirk, seeing her flushed face.

"go to the bedroom. I'll be up there in a while"

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #marcus rashford blurb #marcus rashford one shot #marcus rashford imagine #marcus rashford x reader #marcus rashford x y/n #marcus rashford #manchester united #man united #jadon sancho

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ailendolin · 9 months

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for the prompts, I'd love to see "Home" for Robin and Julian - platonic or romantic, wherever the idea takes you ♡♡ ty for doing these again!

Thank you for the prompt and for your continuous support! 💙 I decided to work both platonic and romantic Chess Husbands into your ficlet and I hope you'll like it!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Trapped

“So, at which point did you stop trying to leave this hellhole?” Julian asked when he found himself alone with Robin in the walled garden one day, just a few weeks after his death.

Robin looked up from the snail he had been watching and tilted his head – not unlike a dog, Julian thought. He shrugged. “Don’t know. Things were different back then.”

“Different,” Julian repeated, curious despite himself. “How so?”

With a sigh, Robin stood up and glanced at the fields in the distance. “No house. Just grass and Stones and trees. Could roam more freely.”

Julian blinked. “So you weren’t always trapped.”

His mind started whirring with the implications of this new piece of information. Perhaps there was a way out of this place after all, and he just had to–

“We not trapped,” Robin said with a frown. “We bound. To the Stones that were here, then the settlements and the village until the sickness came. Now we bound to the house.”

“And in-between?” Julian asked, unwilling to let it go. “There must have been times when there was just, you know–“ He gestured at everything around them. “Land.”

Robin gave him a long-suffering look.

“Stones,” he repeated with emphasis – as if that explained anything. “Could walk to the forest, swamp, river … but never beyond. Stones always pull back even without house.”

What little hope of getting away from this purgatory Julian had had until now flickered out like a candle in the wind. “So we are trapped.”

He heaved a heavy sigh and, sitting down on one of the benches Heather kept in the garden but never used, let his shoulders hang like a puppet with its strings cut. He didn’t want to stay here with these weirdos. He wanted his life back – hell, he’d even become a stay-at-home dad and take care of his kid if that’s what it took to get out of here. He was that desperate.

Robin sat down next to him.

“Is not so bad,” he said quietly and gestured at the garden and the house behind them. “Is home.”

Julian shook his head. “It’s hell.”

“Hell is just fad. Will pass,” Robin said easily. “House will crumble, new one will be built or nature will take over – doesn’t matter. All this here, land, people – always home.”

Julian thought about that for a moment. “You truly believe that bullshit?”

Robin chuckled and patted his arm. “Is okay. You understand one day.”

He nudged Julian’s knee with his own before he suddenly jumped up to chase after a squirrel. Shaking his head at Robin’s antics, Julian muttered to himself, “Weirdo.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the house that had taken his life and trapped him with these people he would have never looked at twice under any other circumstances, let alone talked to.

“Home.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. “As if.”

(A few decades later, he would be lying on the grass next to Robin where that bench used to stand and feel Robin’s fingers brush against his in the dark. His old, battered heart would miss a beat and he would look away from the moon to his dearest friend and finally understand what Robin had meant all those years ago: that sometimes, a home was more than a place; was soft furs, gentle fingers and a toothy smile – and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.)

#julian fawcett #robin the caveman #chess husbands #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #birthday prompts 2023 #ask game prompt ficlet

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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Hey pookiez

Candy heart event YESSS! Can I ask for a...Lee Inumaki x Ler Reader (Romantically) With the 💙'XOXO', 🧡'Always and Forever', and 💚'Puppy Love' heart? (It can just be two, no pressure! :) ) OR Ler Megumi x Lee Reader (Romantically) With 💙'Adore' and 💜'Kiss Me' heart? Ty for reading this! I love your work :D

Hey anon! Thank you for the kind words! I appreciate it! :3

Unfortunately, JJK is closed for the event! Anything crossed out on the list is officially closed- but if you have a different fandom in mind, you're more than welcome to send in prompts for those! <3

#squiggily speaks #ask #anon #declined prompts #sorry about that!#but I'd be more than happy to write any open fandoms for you!#please feel free to send in an ask with what you'd like to see :3

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hypmicdaydreams · 10 months

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hey hey~~ can i rq Samatoki or Jyuto for the kissing prompt? “In a bar” or “In a vehicle” and “confessing feelings”? Maybe drinking could be the way they bond with the person they’re interested in?? 👀 tysvmuchoooo!!!!

This definitely veered much more into only “confessing feelings” than kiss prompt territory,, TT so sorry about that! it completely left my mind while writing it, but hope that’s fine!! I went with Jyuto since I haven’t written for him in a while. Hope I wrote him well? He’s always a little difficult for me lmao. Anywayy, please enjoy! Ty for the request 💙

kissing prompts: in a bar for confessing feelings

-pairing: jyuto iruma x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-word count: ~680

either you have a much lower alcohol tolerance than jyuto, or you’ve just had more drinks than him.

regardless, he finds it a bit amusing to see you all drunk now, sitting in the bar with fluttery eyes and trying to stay awake. he now had some ammunition to use against you, at the very least.

“don’t you think you’ve had one too many drinks, y/n?” jyuto chuckles. of all the times he’s gone out for a drink with you, he’s never quite seen you so drunk before — only tipsy. it was honestly amusing for him, seeing how you try your best to keep your head up and eyes open. it was cute, he muses.

“i’m…not drunk,” you murmur. it’s not very convincing, especially with the pauses between your words; jyuto knew a drunk person when he saw one. “i can drink some more-”

“i don’t think so.” jyuto slides your half full (though he’d say half empty) glass away from you, which warrants a pout of yours. he should be immune to it, but instead, jyuto finds himself laughing; he was possibly a little tipsy himself at this point. i mean, your pout was all too cute. “i’m only looking out for you.” perhaps a bit much. jyuto cared for you after all, though it was a different type of care than he felt for his teammates. this one was…stronger? maybe? he couldn’t quite explain it, though jyuto wasn’t stupid and knew what it meant.

“..too much,” you slur, becoming a little incoherent already. “but that’s what i like about you.” oh? well that piques his interest, though maybe it shouldn’t have. you were drunk after all, but well, jyuto was a bit of a bastard.

“oh?” he smirks. “you like me?” well, he liked you too; jyuto is only teasing. you two were friends after all, so of course he’d like and care for you, though it felt more than that at times. it’s not like he’s an idiot — jyuto knew he held feelings for you. but hearing it from you first and foremost was much too entertaining, especially since you were drunk and had no clue. he probably wouldn’t let you forget this the very next day.

“of course,” you furrow your brows and deepen your pout. “you’re cute, you care, and even if you’re corrupt, your heart is still in the right place…i think.” real funny; he rolls his eyes, though jyuto is smiling all the more. which officer in his place isn’t corrupt, i mean?

“but i like you,” you murmur again. your head begins to fall slightly, and your eyes droop. sleep was already starting to overtake you, head already resting on the bar table. the warmth from the alcohol was too comforting and lulling, and besides, you felt safe around jyuto. “i hope that someday,” your voice begins to dissipate, “you’ll see me as more than a friend..”

you’re fast asleep in moments, stirring slightly when jyuto pokes you to make sure that you were indeed knocked out. he sighs; it was going to be a headache to figure out how to get you home, though at least the two of you lived relatively close by. he was thankful for that.

you look so peaceful, gentle smile on your lips and snoring lightly — it’s adorable, he smiles. more than a friend? your words resonate within his mind. well, of course jyuto liked you more than a friend already; he just never confessed before, more so because he didn’t entirely see the point right now. why ruin a perfectly good friendship? it simply didn’t make any sense.

but now that you had pretty much confessed, well, jyuto had to take you out on a proper date, no? he’s already planning all the places and times out. also, he’d have to do a proper confession as well, especially since you may not remember tonight.

jyuto sneaks another glance at your sleeping form. cute, he smiles, all warm and tipsy as well. what was he going to do with you?

#asks #requests #fluff #gender neutral reader #hypmic #hypnosis mic #jyuto x reader #jyuto iruma #fics #i didn't know where to include the kiss so it was omitted..#i'm so sorry dear anon TT

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heymrspatel · 1 year

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✨ artist interview ✨

i was tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @mikhailoisbaby and @deathclassic to do this artist interview that chrissy whipped up off of the popular fic writer one! thanks for the tag even if i feel like a grand ol' imposter 😅

1. Do you post on Ao3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post? i do! i didn't before, but i was bullied by tumblr into doing so after they took down the art for "cinematic" lmao! then the pals encouraged me to upload the rest! i have 4 works: cinematic, kinktober, gallacrafts, and original art.

2. What is your total art count? 83! (including the zine stickers/tattoos)

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos? i used the helpful stats website @suzy-queued suggested!

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes! i still think it's insane when people choose to leave nice comments, so i try my best to respond!

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for? shameless, hi. if we're talking about art that i've shared, then it's also shameless. but the first one just for fun was harry potter (yeaaa yeaaa 🙄)

6. Have you ever received hate on any art? yep lol

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to? i guess the true answer is none. however, i get the urge to draw every time i watch something that i end up loving. recently i've wanted to draw for young royals and stranger things, but i never ended up doing anything. i would also be too shy to post 😅

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship? i've had many, but based on impact and inspiration i'd have to go with ian and mickey 💙

9. Do you draw outside of fandom? i do!! it's my favorite hobby! the only difference is that outside of this space i usually just sketch. so it's very different than what i share here.

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected? oh probably this one! it changed quite a bit and was originally drawn flipped around. i think it tells a different story depending on which way you look at it!

11. Do you draw smut? yes! the teasing kind. the "what's that hand doing?!" kind lmao

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied? not that i know of!

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece? yea! i've collabed on art for fics with @whatwouldmickeydo and @metalheadmickey and on the zine and timeline with @you-are-so-much-better-than-that 🥰

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw? omg i have an entire list of ideas that just exist and may never come to life lol! they range from extreme fluff to absolute filth... my notes app: -kiss on the cheek/scrunchy face -mickey's head hanging off bed/mouth open/ian's hand wrapped around the nape of his neck -holding hands at the alibi alsdkfjlk

15. What are your drawing strengths? i would say adding details and tying the story i'm trying to convey together. and i like to think that i'm ok at giving them that tender and in love feel no matter the situation.

16. What are your drawing weaknesses? all of it? haha proportions and certain angles are really hard for me. hands and noses yikes! i am also terrible at drawing from memory. i usually draw with about 20 references pulled up on my laptop. like, i am the bozo googling "table". 17. What’s your favorite art piece you’ve drawn? it's gotta be the roadtrip one! but i also really really love this one:

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know? i love adding/repeating little details that no one would really notice unless you're zooming all the way in or seeing a few pieces as a set. i built a color palette very early on that has stayed consistent throughout. i play a lot with blues and greens as a motif. and uh i'm still learning! everyday! with every single one!

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom? i genuinely love doing it! i also love a prompt, that's why i started all of this with gallacrafts. and i just really love putting them in situations i want to see them in and drawing them stupidly in love!

but, i also hoard unhinged tags in my cheeks like a chipmunk lmao every series i've done was born from people screaming a version of "YOU'RE INSANE" at me 😂

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favourite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight. i usually draw on the couch, hunched over like a shrimp. i’m normally up really late (i see 3am too often) and that’s when i get most of my work done. i typically watch something i've seen before so that i don't have to fully pay attention or i'll listen to music. i sketch a rough draft of what i want the final piece to end up looking like, then i do a shit ton of research and pull up a stupid amount of references. i have a really creepy pinterest board full of body parts lol! then i fight for my life and rage until the line work is fully done. after that, it’s smooth sailing with coloring and shading 😌

i'm feeling a little tag shy, but i'll tag @gallawitchxx @doodlevich @y0itsbri and @grumpymickmilk if you want to play! if not i'm just giving you some flowers 💐

#why the fuck do i talk so much? why was this so hard?#chrissy encouraged me to just ramble and that i did. i'm sorry about it.#artist interview #tag game

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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Hi T 🤗 I hope you're doing exceptionally well today. I'd like to participate in your Milestone 5.0 KNY drabble event pls. 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽 I think you already know which character I'm choosing 😏

Let's make it sfw, and can it be number 7 on your prompts list pls? Tysm and have a fantastic rest of your day. 😁😇✨️🫶🏽

MILESTONE 5.0

Hii !! ☺️ I'm doing alright — lazy Sunday after outdoor rock climbing for most of Saturday. 🧗🏻‍♀️☀️

... sooo your drabble turned into a one shot. 😅 I actually used my unfinished + unpublished draft of "wildflower" (from my OG MILESTONE 5.0 event) for its beginning, and it evolved from there. 🤪

ANYWHO- Ty for participating !! I hope your weekend was restful, and that your upcoming week goes smoothly. 💙

I said meet me downtown at the dive bar, you’re the only one that makes me feel alive. — Kill My Time

CW: mild sexual content

Giyuu stands, eyes darting—the entrance to your favorite bar a few long strides away—tying and untying his hair. Literally why? strands sticking damply to his neck Could you just, I don’t know, cooperate?! checking his watch 10:28pm Two more minutes to get this shit right retying his hair I guess sixth time’s the charm? as it finally settles gracefully down his back. Well. He hopes it’s graceful, willing himself to not look at his reflection as he passes the bar’s floor to ceiling windows, his pristine, white sneakers contrasting starkly with the grey muddle of pavement. I don’t have time to try again.

Inhale.

Rolling up and down the sleeves of his aegean hoodie, cotton feeling tighter than usual.

Exhale.

Smoothing the pockets of his slim heather joggers, wishing he’d worn nicer pants.

He knows to pull, not push, the heavy wooden door—he’s made that mistake one too many times—pausing awkwardly at the hostess booth. A cursory glance at the sea of dimly lit tables tells him you haven’t arrived yet, your typical spot unclaimed and unassuming, which means you’re probably-

“On time as always,” an amused voice climbs onto his shoulder, light and assured, goosebumps raising on his forearms.

He grunts. Turns. Does his best to swallow the abrupt coughing fit threatening to overcome him; to stop his eyes from widening in pleasant surprise; to restrain himself from wrapping his arms around you in a too comfortable embrace.

You look, “You hate when I’m late,” beautiful.

Your lips curve gently—Hi—familiar gesture loosening the anxious knot coiling in his gut.

“Because it’s rude,” you snort, “Time is money.”

Time is priceless he inwardly corrects you, mesmerized by how coolly your stare grazes his lungs: by how you look so different, yet still so you. The shade and tangle of your hair, the depth of your eyes, how your skin crinkles and glows. You seem like the you he remembers. You also seem like an entirely new you. Older, wiser, tired; haunting, brilliant, stern. His hands shove self consciously into his pockets, fixated on how effortless and well dressed you are, anxious knot recoiling. If there’s anyone who knows how costly time can be—It’s me—Giyuu realizes.

“You know we can just seat ourselves,” you remark, already walking toward an empty high table—your empty high table—nestled beneath a sepia toned wall scone.

He wonders if you call ahead to make sure it’s available before you arrive; wonders if you know he’d call ahead for you; if you know about the fragments of his heart ingrained in the wooden finish; if you ever admire them, let alone notice them, glinting under the shadow of your oblivion.

Following your lead, he sits tentative and tense, unable to meet the curiosity in your gaze, warm and guarded across from him.

“So what happened?” you tease slowly, fingertips drumming faintly, tabletop sticky with the residue of earlier encounters, “You missed me?”

Some things never change his eyelashes flicker heavily Straightforward entranced by the delicate rhythm of your knuckles Painfully so.

“You’re lucky I felt like going out tonight,” you muse, sharpening, “I was about to brush my teeth,” holding his breath as you drawl, “But how could I ignore you sliding into my DMs?”

“I didn’t know how else to reach you,” he offers weakly.

“I didn’t want to be reached,” by you.

He blinks, treading carefully, “Then why did you reply?”

“Because I felt like going out, but all my friends,” my partner, “Were busy.”

All my friends. Your retort stings, the feeling that you’re hiding something vital not escaping his notice either. Another reminder of time: of time he’d squandered before he could fully comprehend the degree to which you’d etched yourself into his lungs — every breath a placeholder for the lingering heat of your mouth upon his.

“I fucked up.”

You scowl, “You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re here,” he snaps, lips thin with regret.

You flinch, wispy sliver of brightness fading from your stare. He knows you, from the touch of your palm to the twitch in your jaw; the weight of your hatred as you flit in, out, and in. His life. Your revolving door. Constant. As see through as it is unbearable.

“I’ll go,” you hiss, barstool scraping angrily as you move suddenly, “This was a waste of my time.”

He isn’t clueless. He can read between your lines—You are a waste of my time—ringing clear and bitter, inhibition surrendered when it dawns on him: If I let them slip away, then not even fate itself will be able to tie us together anymore.

“You’re the only one that makes me feel alive.”

The velvet drag of your tongue behind his ear, how you’d hold him after loving him, kisses dappled feathery soft from his closed eyelids to the tendons of his wrists. Sometimes, the sheets tangled twice. Occasionally, thrice. And rarely, he got to watch the sun rise upon the angles of your face, sleep claiming the remaining threads of your attention.

“And how about me?” you scoff, “Who makes me feel alive?”

Once upon a time, Giyuu would’ve said I do, so certain of the way you’d cup his cheeks, his nose scrunched while your laughter caressed his flushed expression. Once upon a time, he would’ve said You? Why, you’re everything to me. And that would’ve been enough. Once upon a time, too much time ago, he didn’t just know you — he’d known how to nurture you. How to love you.

“Somebody else,” he guesses quietly.

“Somebody else,” you repeat firmly, tossing him a pitying glance before walking toward the exit, words uttered too low for him to hear, “But I wish it had been you.”

—

It barely registers as Giyuu looks away, the cold press of finality, engraved into his soul by your conquest — the snipping of red thread.

#milestone event #5.0 #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #water hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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clusterbuck · 2 years

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Tying your lover’s tie prompt if you’re so inspired 💙🦛

5x18 spec but the idealised universe wishlist kind that’s also kind of another take on a 5x17 coda? idk it got away from me a little

(i know they’re not wearing ties in the bts pics and some details were sniped by the bt bones sneak peek just let me live)

my hands are shaking from holding back from you

2.5k, T, ao3 link

Three weeks later, Hen and Karen renew their wedding vows.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent twenty-one nights in Eddie’s bed and approximately nineteen of them extremely aware that Eddie’s bed might be the only place in life he ever wants to be. That he wants to fall into Eddie’s bed at the end of the day and not have to concentrate on keeping his limbs separate from Eddie’s, which seems pointless anyway since they wake up every morning curled into each other.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent approximately eighty per cent of his time berating himself for taking this long to notice that he is ass over teakettle in love with his best friend.

So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit.

Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

send me an intimate romance prompt!

The day Jonah goes after Chimney and Hen is the last day Buck will ever set foot in his loft, but he doesn’t know it at the time.

The end of the day finds him at Chimney’s apartment, tickling Jee-Yun's belly with one hand and holding his phone in the other, staring down at it and trying to figure out whether he’s in the process of talking himself into or out of calling Eddie.

Into, because his head is full of thoughts tripping over each other at the speed of light, and every time he manages to catch one it makes him so angry he wants to throw things. So angry he probably would, if not for the baby half-asleep next to him. Into, because he feels like a piece of driftwood battered about by the sea, and Eddie’s always been good at bringing him to shore.

Out of, because it’s late and Eddie’s an hour ahead of him anyway, and Eddie’s been travelling and needs his sleep. Out of, because Eddie’s just spent twenty-four uninterrupted hours with his parents for the first time in years and he probably has more important things to worry about than the fact that Buck’s longest-ever relationship is in the process of imploding.

He doesn’t have to make the decision, in the end, because Eddie calls him. Buck figures it’s because he wants to bitch about his parents and makes it halfway through his half-hearted question before Eddie cuts him off with a snort.

“That’s not why I called, Buck,” he says, the same kind of fond exasperation in his voice as when Buck tries to leave his house before dinner. His don’t be stupid, Buck voice, the one tinged with just enough affection that Buck can’t ever bring himself to get annoyed about the stupid part. “I saw your girlfriend on tv.”

Even through the phone, Buck can hear the way Eddie’s mouth curves around the word girlfriend like it’s sharp. Spiky. Like a landmine on his tongue.

“Yeah, well,” Buck says. “That is definitely a thing that happened.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck says, “It’s just—”

He then proceeds to rant about it for another seventeen minutes.

“But you don’t want to talk about it,” Eddie says, and the slight laugh hidden behind his words travels down the phone and settles between Buck’s ribs, holding him afloat.

“Shut up,” Buck mutters. He’s quiet for a moment, then: “I have to break up with her, don’t I?”

“Do you want to break up with her?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck says, immediate, and tries not to think about how the word feels like relief. “I—yeah. I think maybe I did anyway.��

“Living together not all it’s cracked up to be?”

“Do you think it’s possible to love someone but not really like them?” Buck asks instead of answering.

Eddie huffs. “You remember where I am right now, right?” Then he sighs. “But I figure it’s probably different when it’s family.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Yeah, it probably is.”

So the next day he goes back to his loft, a speech for breaking up with Taylor prepared and ready to go, but Taylor stands in the doorway and doesn’t let him in. And Buck had been prepared for a screaming match, but all that’s left is quiet resignation. Like it’s a done deal. Which—is probably fair, he thinks. He’d probably be resigned, too, if he’d gotten the kind of voicemails he’d left Taylor last night.

Buck wonders if maybe he should kick Taylor out—it was his apartment first, after all—but it seems like a lot of effort for an apartment that’s never felt like more than a place to sleep and store his things. So he mutters something about figuring out details about the apartment later and turns on his heel, on autopilot down the hall and into his jeep and down the roads he knows like the back of his hand. He lets himself into Eddie’s house, and the relieved breath he draws feels like his first real one all day.

It’s only early afternoon, but exhaustion weighs on Buck like rocks piling upon his shoulders. Just an hour or two, he thinks. He has time to nap for an hour or two before he needs to pick Eddie and Christopher up from the airport. Eddie doesn’t know he’s coming, but Buck can already imagine the pleased sort of surprise that will spread across his face when Eddie spots him.

Only he stretches out on Eddie’s bed and closes his eyes, and the next thing he knows he’s blinking them open in the hazy half-darkness of twilight and the bed is shifting from the weight of someone sitting on it.

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie says, and when Buck manages to get his eyes all the way open he sees Eddie’s soft smile, the one he’s pretty sure only he and Christopher have ever seen.

“Fuck,” Buck groans. “I was gonna—”

“Hey,” Eddie says. “If I could pick between airport pickup and this, I would pick this every time.”

Buck doesn’t think he’s awake enough to start picking apart whatever that might mean. “You could have had both,” he mumbles instead. “This is the closest thing I have to a home right now.”

“My bed?” Eddie asks.

“Whole house,” Buck says. “We didn’t—Taylor and I didn’t talk about what to do about the loft, but I’m gonna give it to her. She doesn’t have a you.”

“No one does,” Eddie says. “No one but you.”

“No,” Buck agrees. “So—I can stay here? For—”

“For as long as you need,” Eddie interrupts. “You know that.”

“Yeah,” Buck mumbles. “I know.”

“You do have to move over, though,” Eddie says. “You only get to sleep in my bed if you make room for me.”

It seems fair enough, Buck thinks as he drifts back into sleep.

Three weeks later, Hen and Karen renew their wedding vows.

Three weeks later, Buck has spent approximately eighty per cent of his time berating himself for taking this long to notice that he is ass over teakettle in love with his best friend.

So now Hen and Karen are renewing their wedding vows, and Buck is—Buck is a lot of things, but he’s mostly worried about the concept of Eddie in a suit.

Buck is, after all, only one man. He’s a little worried it might be too much for him to handle.

He’s spent the past three weeks adjusting to exactly how badly he wants to put his mouth on Eddie. And his hands. And his—

The point is, after three weeks he’s getting pretty good at controlling himself around the versions of Eddie he sees every day. Eddie in his uniform, the fabric stretching tight over his shoulders and his ass; Eddie in his turnouts, still preening a little every time he pulls the suspenders on now that he’s back on active duty. Eddie at home, soft and unguarded in sweats and well-worn henleys; Eddie, first thing in the morning, rubbing sleep from his eyes with his hair sticking every which way. These are versions he’s used to, as much as anyone can ever be used to the vision that is Eddie Diaz.

But he hasn’t built up an immunity to Eddie in a suit. He hasn’t seen Eddie in a suit since—he’s not sure he ever has, actually. So Buck just wants it known for the record that in the event he loses his entire mind, it’s not his fault. It’s the suit.

Eddie’s standing in front of the hallway mirror muttering to himself, and Buck can’t tear his eyes away from the lines of his shoulders, the close cut of his suit pants. It takes him a moment to realise that the smooth rippling of Eddie’s arms is because he’s trying to tie his tie, and that the muttering consists mainly of swearwords.

“Hey,” Buck says, stepping closer. “Need a hand?”

“I need Windsor knots to be less fucking complicated,” Eddie says.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Here, let me do it.”

“I can tie my own tie, Buck.”

“Can you?” Buck asks, gesturing at the tie Eddie is clutching.

“In theory,” Eddie says.

“Well, let me do it in practice,” Buck says. “Or we’re gonna be late in a second. Chris is all but sitting in the car honking for us.”

“Fine,” Eddie grumbles. He turns as if to face Buck, but Buck grabs his shoulders and positions him back in front of the mirror, moving to stand behind him.

“I only know how to do it this way,” Buck says, reaching around him. Eddie stands still in the circle of his arms, and when Buck speaks he can see goosebumps rise on Eddie’s skin where the exhale from his words brushes past.

Buck works quickly, carefully, trying to focus all of his attention on his hands and not on the fact that if he just turned his head a little his lips would meet Eddie’s cheek. If he shifted his weight the slightest bit forward, the fly of his pants would press against Eddie’s ass.

Yeah, he’s trying to keep his mind off that one.

The moment lasts a lifetime and it’s over before it even begins, and Buck briefly entertains the idea of messing it up and redoing it just to stand here a few seconds more. But the longer he stands here, the more tempted he is to throw caution to the wind and press his lips to the side of Eddie’s throat, and that’s a line he won’t be able to uncross.

So he adjusts the knot, tugs on Eddie’s collar to make sure the points are even, and takes a step back.

In front of him, Eddie exhales, like maybe he’s been holding his breath.

“Okay, good to go,” Buck says, his voice only the tiniest bit shaky. “We should—”

He’s interrupted by a honk from outside, and Eddie huffs a laugh. “I thought you were kidding about the honking.”

Buck shrugs. “I gave him the keys, he made his own decisions.”

“I feel like you should have seen this coming.”

“Maybe,” Buck grins. “But come on, we should go before he gets carried away and the neighbours complain.”

“He gets that from you,” Eddie mutters. “I didn’t raise him to be obnoxious like that.”

Buck snorts, even as warmth spreads through him. “Sure you didn’t.”

Eddie grins. “No comment.”

Eddie’s fucking with him. Eddie has to be fucking with him, because Buck can’t think of a single other good reason for anything Eddie is doing right now.

It starts the second they take their seats for the vow renewal ceremony. Christopher sits between them, and Eddie stretches his arm out along the back of Christopher’s chair. Then his fingers brush Buck’s arm. It’s light at first, barely there, so brief Buck almost thinks he imagines it. But then it happens again, and when Buck whirls around to look at him, Eddie quirks the corner of his mouth into half a smile.

It starts there, and it keeps going, like Eddie’s magnetised and Buck is the pole. Eddie’s never more than a few feet away from him, touching him more often than not. It’s an arm pressed against his when they lean against the bar together, a knee brushing his thigh under the table when they sit down for dinner. It’s Eddie going to the bar and bringing back drinks for both of them, and Eddie standing behind his chair, resting his forearms on Buck’s shoulders and leaning over him to talk to Maddie when he comes back instead of just taking his seat.

Buck looks up, craning his head back to look at Eddie. From his vantage point he can’t see much, just the jut of his chin, the tip of his nose and the occasional flash of hair. Then Eddie looks down at him, leaning back a little so Buck can see his face, and it’s upside down but Buck’s pretty sure that’s Eddie’s Buck-and-Christopher smile.

Buck opens his mouth to ask a question—he’s not sure which question, exactly, but it’s probably somewhere in the neighbourhood of what the fuck—but the music that’s playing shifts into a song that Buck recognises from Eddie’s kitchen playlist, and Eddie’s face splits into a grin.

“Hey,” he says, his fingertips tapping out the beat on Buck’s sternum. “Come dance with me.”

And what’s Buck going to do, say no? Of course he follows Eddie out onto the makeshift dance floor. Eddie takes his hand, and Buck’s only ever seen Eddie doing something Christopher calls dad dancing but this is definitely not that. This is Eddie moving fluidly in time with the song. This is Eddie’s hips rolling and Eddie’s hand settling on Buck’s waist, pulling him closer, until their bodies are pressed together and Buck moves along with Eddie. This is Eddie’s breath warm against Buck’s ear and the slight scruff along Eddie’s jawline scraping against Buck’s cheek, and this is Buck about to lose his entire mind.

“Eddie—” he manages to say, trying very hard to keep his voice level and not too breathy. “Eddie, what are you—”

“What am I doing?” Eddie asks, a glint in his eye, and Buck nods.

“I’m testing a theory,” Eddie says.

Buck frowns. “What’s your theory?”

“This,” Eddie says, whisper-soft. There’s a moment, and then Eddie leans in and his lips meet Buck’s. He’s stunned into stillness for one heartbeat, two, then Buck’s hand comes up to cup Eddie’s jaw and the other one clutches the tie he’d tied for Eddie earlier. He’s probably pulling it askew, but Eddie’s mouth is soft on his, warm, insistent and gentle all at once, and Eddie tastes a little like the champagne they’ve been drinking and a lot like home, and the tie doesn’t really seem important in the midst of all that.

“Accurate,” Buck murmurs when Eddie pulls away, breathing hard, going only far enough to rest his forehead against Buck’s. Music is still playing, something slower, now, and Buck isn’t sure whether they’re swaying in time to the song or the beat of their intertwined hearts.

“What?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowing.

“Your theory,” Buck says. “I don’t know, is accurate the right word? Are theories accurate? Should it be correct?”

“We can look it up later,” Eddie promises, ducking in for a quick kiss that turns into two, three.

Buck snatches one more, then: “Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie says, running his thumb along Buck’s cheekbone.

“Will you take me home?”

Eddie grins, the bright kind of smile that’s been Buck’s north star for longer than he even knows how to count. “Yeah, Buck,” he says. “Let’s go home.”

(Later, once they get home and put Christopher to bed, Buck unties Eddie’s tie. It’s a lot more fun that way.)

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