#PLZ FOLLOW RAIN THANKS

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club

Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader

Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club

requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist

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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.

“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.

“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.

“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.

“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.

“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.

“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.

“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.

Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.

“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.

“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.

The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.

“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).

“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.

“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.

“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.

“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.

“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.

“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.

“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.

“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.

“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.

“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.

“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.

“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.

“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.

“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.

“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.

“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.

“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.

“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.

“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.

“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.

“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.

“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.

“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.

“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.

“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.

“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.

“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.

“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.

“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.

“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.

“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.

“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lance mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.

“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.

“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.

“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.

“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.

“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.

“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #the grid x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x female driver #lance stroll #f1 drivers #f1 grid x reader #f1 grid #lance stroll x reader #lando being dramatic #lando norris #george russell #valtteri bottas #fernando alonso #oscar piastri #nico hulkenberg #kevin magnussen #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #max verstappen #checo perez #lewis hamilton

[lunargrapejuice]

can i request zhongli and the prompt “you’ll always be safe with me” plz? thank you!!! ^-^

ahhhh this man! i do not think about him enough and its a crime. thank you for requesting<3

just a little warming: reader is feeling sad/crying for unspecified reason, this is hurt/comforty

🌙 prompt event

“you’ll always be safe with me” | zhongli x reader with no pronouns used

the storm raging outside the closed window of your bedroom seems to mirror the one within you, as if you had conjured it from celestia yourself in the wake of your overwhelming emotions. 

drained of anything colorful with dark clouds looming overhead, rain pours in time with your tears, the wind swaying harshly with every rock of your emotions that take you just a little deeper into the cold darkness until powerful arms reach in and pluck you from the raging waves with such care and shield you from the bite of wind and the pelting of rain droplets. 

“i-i’m sorry,” you choke out through your tears, not needing to look up to know who has made their way into bed next to you, easily pulling you into a familiar embrace. and it’s as though hail has joined the downpour, their echoes telling you what a burden you are to him, reminding you why you tried to hide here in the first place, but you couldn’t get it together no matter how much you tried. right now you wouldn’t even know where to start.

all you can even begin to do is cling on to zhongli for dear life, like you really would be brought back under the worst of your emotions if you let go of him. he’s as steady as the mountains he himself raised throughout liyue and as warm as the highest peaks that reach for the sun herself. the smell of rain joins his normal scent of tea and amber and you wonder how long you’ve actually been here if he just returned home from work. 

“you have no reason to apologize, my lily,” his voice is a deep melody that seeps into the top of your head and trickles down your body like droplets of gold that sparkle in the darkness, guiding stars that your weary legs follow. a warm hand brushes along your back, soothing you even more. 

you let out a sob, your lungs trying to release the tension held within them and the clouds outside seem to truly be tied to your weary soul when lightning crashes down at the same moment and flashes in the room, a clap of following thunder muffling your whimper.

“it’s alright. i’ve got you,” zhongli whispers, pulling you ever closer into his chest, feeling your closeness ease the tightness in his own heart that had formed so quickly after finding you like this. “you’re safe, my love. you’ll always be safe with me.”

the rain outside continues to hit the building and windows but hearing zhonglis voice, being cradled in this arms and under attentive hands that raise you above the worst of the dark clouds  until it settles and you’re fast asleep, dancing with dragons in the sky above the clouds in your dreams.

♡♡♡♡♡

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#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader

[yesloulou]

pleaseee sort all drivers, i am here for this crossover!

thank u for this ask i had so much fun i acc made a lil graph for it lol

first of all. daniel is a slytherin 100%!!! see tags on this post:

max -> hufflepuff: he's hard working (training in the rain) he's patient (waiting all those yrs at rb for a winning car) he's loyal (actually said he'll retire at rbr) and he's extremely fair (ad 22 when he refused to block charles to help checo his teammate get p2 in wdc)

(my chirlie mutual started hate shipping lestappen after this lol)

checo -> hufflepuff:the fact that his loyalty still lies with force india/racing point to this day... also the fact that he's able to maintain a surprisingly good relationship w daniel even though every day 20730847 articles come out talking about daniel taking his seat?? (according to c horner max and checo actually get on better when daniel is there). i feel like this is bc checo is a compassionate person (he had been in daniel's shoes in 2020) and he sees that it's fair daniel will ofc take the chance if he's able to get his old rb seat back.

charles -> slytherin: 1. the ambition of envisioning himself driving for ferrari since he was like a fetus 2. the being comfortable with lying for the greater good 3. the following jules his god father who was a first gen FDA driver pretty much step by step (heritage) 4. and the resourcefulness of getting himself endorsed by the Todt's at age 14.. that mouse is a slytherin!!! in fact. did you know he's affectionately known among the italian tifosi as 'viperella 🐍'? plz refer this brilliant scholarship by @dhufflebee.

carlos -> hufflepuff: when he said 'i was very good i was very fast today' with barely suppressed tears.... when he said his penalty was 'not deserved it is TOO SEVERE i said please please please please to wait to wait until the race is finished and speak to me'........ that was a man trembling w rage bc he was treated unfairly and his hard work was not valued

lewis -> ravenclaw: he's obviously either ravenclaw or slytherin and i think the fact that he likes to distance himself from his peers a lil bit to focus on racing puts him in the former. also whenever he's asked about things happening on the grid (daniel losing his seat, seb's retirement...) i get a feeling that he's very cordial yet doesn't get involved all that much.

george -> slytherin: you would think he has a similar family background to lando's bc of the extra posh accent he maintains and the way he dresses so well... wrong. you're actually looking at a man who values heritage more than you might think. he's ambitious and prepared and driven yet subtle about it (suffered all those years in williams for the merc oppurtinity). he's also a very prideful person imo (see: flipping vb the bird immediately after portugal 21 crash). slytherin thru and thru

fernando -> slytherin: next

lance -> ravenclaw: i can see the slytherin argument bc he comes from money but i feel like he values truths and facts more than he is prideful or unrelenting. see: fact checking max over 180 cm height (where the iconic 'he claims that?' came from). see also: 'ask george about my vegas tag junior win in 2012.. ask him about it.. yeah hahaha ask him about it...' also he has a certain calmness and resignation that comes from valuing facts and observations above else. see:

lando -> slytherin: i love him but the amount of times he whined on the radio so mcalren would team order daniel to maintain position and not fight..... the cunningness, the being comfortable with exaggerating his situations to his engineer... the benefiting from his heritage (the millions of pounds of norris money injected into mclaren).. the resourcefulness of somehow getting z brown involved with his personal brand quadrant which subsequently established mclaren and himself as a package deal... he's a slytherin. he makes fernando alonso proud.

esteban -> ravenclaw: idk esteban that well but the fact that he used to count checo's sins to every media post race back when they were teammates at racing point, then go on twitter with receipts knowing full well it wouldn't change a thing bc checo had the sponsors he didn't... este speaks with facts and he embodies ravenclaw's signature 'resigned cynics'

(the 'perez tried to kill me 2 times!' 😭)

pierre -> gryffindor: suzuka 22 post race where he hesitated but then started talking about jules anyway ("i don't think what happened today was respectful towards jules and his family"). he got a very heavy handed penalty from the fia afterwards which to me feels retaliating. that's a very brave boy. also he is not afraid to show his temper (example) and doesn't easily back down (the alleged shouting match with, and i kid you not, adrian newey). he is very gryffindor.

yuki -> gryffindor: he's obviously passion driven, hence temper <3. also i think the fact that he and pierre became such good friends despite being teammates and having incidents on track rlly speaks for how much they trust and are loyal to each other

alex -> hufflepuff: idk alex that well but the whole concept of drs train conductor is so very hufflepuff coded. i worked hard i was patient i dragged my tractor in front of yours so you're not overtaking me. it's all fair game.

logan -> slytherin: i mean obviously this was taken right outside of their commom room

– end –

p.s. shout out to @tyrannosaurus-maxy for organizing the sort the grid polls you're truly our trend setter!!! ✨

#asks #* #hp stuff #f1 #f one #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #charles leclerc #txt

[rafesvoid]

Rain together

You never thought at 20 years old you’d still be on the outer banks living the life as a Pogue while serving to the kooks. You didn’t think you’d be a kook by now either. That being the last thing you wanted. All you craved was to be somewhere far far away from this Pogue vs Kook life.

But life was expensive. No matter what job you got it was never enough. And the high paying jobs were strictly ran by kooks and only for kooks. And even if a Pogue like you managed to land a job owned by some brooding kook you were underpaid and overworked.

This brain tangling dilemma lead you to choosing a job as a quaint restaurant. The pay wasn’t much but maybe in a few years you’ll book a one way ticket to where no Kook has been. The restaurant was often quiet. The music you’ve gotten to know by heart being louder than any conversation held.

People didn’t come there to socialize or have a nice dinner with their family. It was more of a 30 minute getaway before immersing yourself back into the Pogue life. Which is why everyone and their mother was shook when none other than the Cameron’s walked in.

It had been like any other day, long and uneventful yet giving you much time to be with your thoughts. The rain was pouring down hard. The sound of the droplets hitting everything in sight outside soothing you more than anything could.

Maybe 10 people occupied the restaurant besides you and your coworkers. Most just wanting a coffee while waiting for the rain to die down. But as you tried your best to remove a stain with a hot rag the bell of the restaurant went off alerting you of a new presence.

You heard a herd of feet walk near the cashier you before you locked eyes with the Ward himself. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if it was real. Most kooks would rather die than be seen on the cut unless it was for a party let alone eat in one of their restaurants.

But in the flesh was the whole Cameron family soaking wet and waiting for something to eat.

“I- What can I get for you guys tonight”

You meekly poured out with the tight lip smile. “Maybe a new set of clothes if you have the back there” the ward replied with a smile filled with none either than warmth

Now you never socialized with the Cameron’s yet you had your own assumptions on them. The ward being a kind person was not one of them.

“Well over there we have some heaters you can sit by and I’ll give you paper menus and once you’re ready you can come order”

Ward and rose thanked you while their 3 brooding childeren followed them. After a silent 15 minutes or so of every Pogue in the restaurant exchanging looks each Cameron came up one by one to order food. Rafe being the last

Rafe was a year older than you. You didn’t go to school with him and only saw him at parties snorting a line. It be a lie to say you didn’t think he had grown more attractive by the minute but it also be a lie to say he ever crossed your mind. Until tonight.

Rafe walked to the counter his head hung low obviously regretting his families decision to come into a Pogue ran restaurant than wait the storm out in the car. But as he reached you his scowl adorned face softened. The hue of his eyes lightened to the different color blues than the black he wore mere seconds ago

He paused eyes running across you for what felt like a century. Rafe didn’t know you. If he ever saw you before there’s a chance he’d mix you up with 50 other girls yet he stared at you like you were one in a billion.

“Can I get your number?”

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Hi! This is my first Rafe fic so bear with me if it’s awful. I will get better I swear

Also I love rafe but he’s the only reason I watched obx so if something doesn’t make sense because it’s not accurate plz ignore it because in really just do not know lol

#rafe obx #rafe cameron fluff #dating rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe imagine #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #obx imagine #obx x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #rafe fanfiction #date rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #r #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you

[jahayla-parker]

Hey! Could you do Tom Holland x reader one with #3 from the Autumn prompts list plz 💙 The setting could be that the reader came over to Tom's house when it's pouring rain outside.

Warmth : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 41.k wc fluff fic for the prompt "let’s get you out of these wet clothes". Y/n’s boyfriend cheats on her and her best friend Tom is there to help her through it.

Warnings: mentions of reader’s boyfriend cheating, angst, breakups, confessions, kissing, pining, a few curse words I think.

As y/n walked through the damp streets of Kingston upon Thames, the rain blended with the tears flowing from her puffy eyes.

The streets were sparsely populated, cold, wet, and all around grim at this time of night.

Yet, she continued her lonely journey through them.

She was desperate for solace.

She longed for the consolation only her best friend Tom could provide.

Y/n had been walking for over an hour already tonight.

Her clothing was beyond drenched thanks to the insistent downpour the universe cruelly deemed necessary.

To say the universe was against her might seem dramatic.

However, after the events of today, y/n would beg to differ.

Her day had started out rough but salvageable.

It didn’t stay salvageable though.

First, she overslept.

Then came the burnt bagel and expired cream cheese of breakfast.

On her way out the door, she’d forgotten her phone.

She’d locked her keys in her car accidentally when they had fallen unbeknownst to her during a desperate attempt to rush back inside for her phone.

She wanted to merely crawl back into bed and call in sick.

But she let her optimism get the best of her and decided to stick it out.

Unfortunately, her day didn’t improve.

In fact, things only managed to get worse.

Although she’d made it to work after only a short delay, she got a speeding ticket on her way.

She then had to skip her lunch break to make up for her late arrival.

The one thing she’d held on to was knowing her boyfriend was going to be cooking dinner for them tonight.

She looked forward to the change, usually being the only one cooking or doing any housework.

He’d moved in a few months earlier but quickly took advantage of her already established routines she’d see for herself.

She hadn’t noticed at first that he’d let her do all the work, since she’d been so used to it already.

However, a few weeks ago after her best friend Tom asked her about it, she realized her oversight.

As such, she calmly requested that her boyfriend begin contributing.

Tonight was scheduled to be the first night he came through on that arrangement; having had multiple excuses arise before.

Yet, her night chose to match the rest of her day.

Upon arriving home she discovered there was food made.

Seeing this, she felt small glimmer of glee

That glee quickly turned sour when she noticed the two sets of dishes had both been eaten off of.

As her eyes turned to the bottle of wine and the two wine glasses on her dining room table, she felt the rest of her optimism extinguish.

One of the wine glasses had lipstick on it; and not y/n’s typical shade.

Left with no other choice but to face the inevitable, she dropped her bags and entered her house further in search of her boyfriend and the mystery woman.

Lo and behold, she found them red handed; in an extremely compromising position in y/n’s bedroom.

The argument that followed suit wasn’t much fun either.

But, she felt a twinge of pride upon promptly terminating the relationship and kicking him out of her house then and there.

That pride diminished as shame and dejection soon took over.

She didn’t want to be alone.

Nor did she want to be in this house right not.

While it was her house, it was tainted with the all too fresh sense of betrayal.

She knew there was only one person who she felt safe enough confessing her ex-boyfriend’s indiscretions to.

Her best friend Tom.

So, she’d quickly located her keys and made her way to her car.

However, evidently the universe wasn’t done with her yet.

As, it now just so happened that her car wouldn’t start.

When her keys were locked inside earlier, the lights were running.

But she didn’t worry about the battery as it started up enough to get to and from work.

Yet, that’s seemingly all it has left in it.

And without her ex boyfriend’s car here, she couldn’t jump start it.

So she decided to call Tom and see if he could pick her up.

Only, her phone was dead.

She wanted to scream and give up.

But she couldn’t get herself to go back inside.

Nor could she ignore the strong desire to see Tom.

So, she decided to walk to his house instead.

Even if it was an hour and forty five minute quest.

Hence why she was out on these desolate roads this late at night in pouring rain.

Most people would’ve turned around or not have begun the journey at all.

But Y/n needed to.

She needed Tom.

So, despite her Converse having been soaked through within minutes, she stubbornly didn’t let up.

While she was understandably shivering and would likely be sick, she knew it was worth it.

Only a few more minutes and she’d be at the door of her best friend’s house.

Only a few more blocks and she’d be able to be in Tom’s embrace.

——

Y/n bit her lip and began to wring out her sweater as she waited for Tom to come to the door after she knocked.

“Y/n?! Love, what’s going on?!” He gasped instantly, his eyes sorrowful and concerned.

Y/n’s lip trembled as she attempted to answer, but Tom just shook his head and tenderly pulled her inside.

“Shhh, I’ve got you” He promised, shutting the door behind them.

“Are you hurt?” Tom asked as he held her shoulders and looked her over.

She shrugged, “not physically”.

Tom’s body released some tension momentarily before it snapped back to its alert state.

“Emotionally?” He pressed quietly.

She gave him a weak half smile and looked down at her soppy shoes.

Tom sighed to himself before rubbing her arms, “we’ll fix that. But first, let’s get you out of these wet clothes”.

Y/n looked up and into his sympathetic eyes, “Yeah, sorry… I should-”.

He placed his left pointer finger over her lips, “shh, none of that. I’m glad you’re here”.

She sniffled and that was when Tom truly noticed the red puffiness of her eyes,m; clearly caused by tears and not the rain he hoped accounted for all the wetness on her cheeks.

“I’ve got that jumper you love, the purple one?” Tom said hoping to cheer her up, “let’s get you into that instead?”

She nodded and grabbed his hand as he led her down the hallway.

While he slipped away to get her some new clothes, she stood before the mirror in his bathroom.

When he came back in, he saw the look in her eyes and knew she’d been scrutinizing herself and appearance.

“What did he do?” Tom asked, standing next to her.

“What?” She questioned, not looking at him.

“I’ve never seen you look at yourself that way before Y/n. I’m assuming y/ex/n did or said something idiotic”

She sighed, “Yeah. But I’m just trying to understand why, and maybe -“

Tom cut her off as she stared at her reflection harshly, “mmm mmmm no, we’re not doing that. Whatever he did or said, it’s got nothing to do with you or your looks love”

She turned to him and gave him a soft smile, “Thank you Tommy”.

He nodded, setting the dry clothing down for her.

“I wasn’t sure what kind of trousers you wanted so I bright a few options. I’ll be on the sofa when you’re done” he told her, squeezing her hands.

“Oh,” he stopped in the doorway of bathroom, “icecream?”

She giggled faintly, bringing a smile to Tom’s face, “yes please”

“You’ve got it love” He nodded.

Y/n combed through her damp hair, drying it with the towel Tom left on the counter for her.

She quickly changed into the clothing he’d left her, opting for her favorite hoodie of his and a pair of his drawstring gray sweats.

Fortunately, the thickness of the sweater and jeans she had on earlier were enough to keep her undergarments from being soaked.

They were cold to the touch and perhaps faintly wet but barely noticeable.

She dabbed at the smeared makeup on her face before groaning when it didn’t budge and only smeared more.

Recalling the last time she’d spent the night at Tom’s, she knew she had some makeup wipes in one of his bathroom drawers.

She let out her first sigh of relief as she looked at herself in the mirror

She still looked down but not as pathetic as she did when she first entered the bathroom.

“Thank you Tom, this is so much better” she mumbled, stepping into the hallway.

Tom looked up from the living room at the end of the hallway and smiled at her, standing up as he began to walk to her.

“Are you warm?” He asked, his eyes scanning her again as he neared.

She nodded with a soft appreciative smile and slightly forced laugh, “much warmer, and less of a hideous mess”.

Tom’s eyebrow’s furrowed as he reached her, a pout on his lips, his arms now crossed over his chest.

“Did y/ex/n say that?” He asked, voice dripping with protective venom.

She shook her head, “no, I just saw my reflection”.

She laughed softly as he sent her a slightly irritated glare, “but also, can we not say his name?”

Tom’s gaze softened as he nodded and closed the distance, pulling her in for a warm hug.

She immediately melted into his embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around him to keep him close.

Tom held her back and cradled her head as he rubbed her neck.

She sniffled into his chest, making him wince and frown more.

“I’ve got you love, come on” he whispered, guiding her to the living room slowly.

Tom felt his heart clench as she walked awkwardly with him, refusing to let go of him for even a few seconds.

As he made it to the sofa, he aided her in sitting down beside him.

He still had his arms around her as she sat down and curled into his side.

——

After holding her in silence for several minutes, he gave her cheek a tender squeeze as the doorbell rang, “that’s the ice cream, I’ll be right back”.

“Please don’t let me go” she whispered, Tom��s breath catching as he saw the embarrassed look she gave him over her request.

Tom leaned back into the sofa, moving to cup her face in his hands, “never”.

She sniffled and her gaze silently scanned his face before settling on his eyes, “promise?”

Tom’s left thumb trailed her cheekbone, “I promise y/n. Love, you’re stuck with me, always”.

She curled her lips up softly at him, “thank you. I-I just really need you”.

He nodded, smiling tenderly at her, “you have me y/n/n, you’ve always had me. Just tell me what to do”.

Wiping her eyes she sniffled, “this is enough. This is everything, Tommy. There’s no where else I’d rather be or anyone is rather be with right now, thank you for letting me in”

Tom hummed, pulling her back to his chest, “I’ll always let you in y/n, you never need to question that love”.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you. I showed up unannounced, at an ungodly hour, looking like a drowned sewer rat” she giggled, tracing shapes on his chest beside where she was resting her face.

Tom rolled his eyes, rubbing her back, “you looked just fine love. You’re always beautiful y/n”.

She snuggled closer into him, “see, this is why I needed you, you always make me feel better”.

He smiled to himself proudly, “it’s my job, and I accepted that job with honor and deep responsibility”.

She giggled, still absentmindedly drawing imaginary shapes on his torso, “well, thank you”.

Tom hummed, “love, I have to ask…”

She nodded against him, signaling he could ask whatever was on his mind.

“You’ve made several negative comments about your appearance tonight, that’s not like you” he frowned, “why is that?”.

Y/n sighed, “I’m just questioning a lot about myself tonight”.

Tom paused, looking down and analyzing the way she was clinging to him.

“Love, I know you don’t want me to say his name… but is… your boyfriend… is he the reason?” He asked hesitantly.

She leaned back, looking shyly into his eyes, “he’s not my boyfriend anymore”.

Tom’s eyes widened, “the arsehole wasn’t truly daft enough to end it! Was he?”

Y/n shook her head, making Tom’s eyebrows raise in confusion but he kept his gaze soft.

“So… then, you ended things with the tosser?” Tom asked.

Y/n bit back the desire to giggle at the way Tom’s British vernacular and accent always shown through more when he was emotionally impacted.

Instead, she merely kept eye contact and nodded, waiting to see his reaction.

Tom visibly relaxed, but stroked her cheek as he asked his follow-up inquiry, “can’t say I’m disappointed. You know I’ve always said he didn’t deserve you, I’m glad you see that now. But, what happened?”

She bit her lip and broke eye contact, now nervous to admit what transpired.

She hadn’t had time to process or determine why it had happened.

So now she was worried how it would make her look if she couldn’t keep a boyfriend happy.

It didn’t help that y/n had long ago developed an unrequited crush on Tom.

She elected to push those unspoken feelings aside in the interest of their friendship and tried to move on.

But she didn’t care for the idea that he might understand why y/ex/n seemingly grew bored with her.

Tom watched y/n tenderly as he waited for her to answer.

He could see the hesitation in her eyes as she seemingly debated whether or not to answer.

“‘ey love, why I don’t I get the ice cream and then we can watch y/f/m?” He offered, changing the topic for her comfort.

She nodded, hesitantly sliding out of his arms.

“I’ll be right back ‘ere in a sec’ love” he promised, bending to kiss the top of her head as he stood up.

Y/n bit her lip at the familiar feeling she’d missed.

He would always kiss the top of her head when she wasn’t feeling well.

That is, unless she had a boyfriend; as he didn’t want to overstep or risk her partner suggesting y/n and Tom needed space.

However, she missed the behavior every time she needed comforting.

Feeling it again now only reminded her of that.

It also reminded her that her choosing to give y/ex/n a chance had been the reason she’d gone without the loving action.

Y/n frowned to herself as she regretted her decision to try and move on even more upon realizing that.

She knew it was likely platonic, but it still meant the world to her and made her feel bubbly inside.

Even if it was platonic, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to give it up again.

Yet, she didn’t know what to do about that since she couldn’t just never date anyone only to be able to have him kiss her head when she wasn’t well.

——

“Woah, sweetheart, what’s with the increased sadness?” Tom frowned, suddenly before her again.

She blinked as she came back to the moment, realizing she was nearly in tears again.

Y/n rubbed her arms in embarrassment and shook her head.

Tom sighed but nodded softly, “okay, come ‘ere though”

Y/n complied and cuddled back into his arms as he held the ice cream tub behind her.

She shivered slightly from the cold of the dessert and Tom promptly draped the blanket from the back of the couch between her body and the ice cream.

“Open” Tom hummed softly, bringing a spooonful of ice cream to her lips.

She looked at the spoon and smiled widely, making Tom’s heart soar, “is that y/f/f?!”

Tom huffed, “‘course love, what else?”

She giggled and cupped his cheek before pulling his face to her shoulder, “thank you Tommy”.

As she released him, he lifted the spoon to her lips, smiling as she accepted the offering with excitement.

——

Tom stared as y/n rested on his chest while they watched y/f/m.

He sensed something, likely whatever happened with y/ex/n, was still bothering her.

But he could tell she was feeling much better than she was earlier tonight.

As he shifted his arms around her, she glanced up and smiled softly at him.

He smiled back before she turned around to watch the movie.

——

“Darling, are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Tom questioned, pouting as she glared at her phone.

Y/ex/n had called several times, resulting in her blocking his number and feeling dejected again.

“I… I…. He… he-“ she sighed, peaking up at him with sad eyes.

Tom pulled her to his chest, pressing his lips against her hair as she snuggled into him.

It took her a few moments of silence before she confessed what happened with y/e/n.

“Y/ex/n.. he cheated on me” she admitted, her voice so soft Tom barely heard it.

Yet, he felt his body go rigid with anger at her words.

Tom took a few shallow breaths as he tried to keep his anger at bay so he could focus on comforting her as he knew she needed him.

“Tom?” She questioned faintly, slowly leaning back to look at him.

He saw the look of not only sadness, but… worry in her eyes.

Why was she worried?

“Darling, I-“ he sighed loudly, “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry y/n-“.

She shook her head, “it’s okay”.

“No, it’s not” Tom grumbled, “you deserved better. You deserve someone who returns your love, not some wanker who acts like that”.

Y/n hummed softly, “I didn’t love him”.

“What?” Tom asked in shock.

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes as she repeated herself, “I didn’t love y/ex/n”.

“You didn’t?” He questioned.

“No. I don’t know how he felt, he never said he loved me” she shrugged, “but I didn’t love him”.

Tom nodded slowly, still a bit shocked.

“I tried to. I just didn’t feel for him in that way” she admitted.

“It’s not something you can force or control y/n, that’s not your fault” Tom assured her.

She nodded, “but I.. I thought I might be able to at some point. And I though I was enough for him… but-“

Tom shook his head, hoping her face “you are enough. You are more than enough”.

She bit her lip and blinked shyly, “if I was, he wouldn’t have cheated Tom”.

Tom closed his eyes tightly and sighed, “he didn’t cheat because you weren’t enough. He cheated because he was an arsemonger who evidently couldn’t appreciate your value”.

Y/n hummed quietly, Tom’s eyes opening as he watched her, “my value?”

Tom nodded, his breath hitching before he elaborated, “Darling, any bloke should be honored to be chosen by you. You are by far worthy of more than you seem to realize. I know one day you’ll find someone who sees that and wouldn’t ever hurt you”.

Y/n smiled and blinked away some tears as she gazed up at him.

“No, I’m sorry” Tom gasped, wiping her tears.

She shook her head, “they’re happy tears Tommy”.

He sighed in relief and pulled her back to him, his lips lingering on her head as she focused back on the tv.

——

Tom was frozen as he watched y/n suddenly pull away from him and face him with her eyes full of love.

Before he could ask what was on her mind, her lips were on his, her hand on his cheek.

Tom tensed momentarily in shock but quickly relaxed into the kiss, having wanted a moment like this with her for years.

But, as he felt her still damp hair, he recalled the situation they were in.

Her boyfriend ex boyfriend, just cheated on her.

She was far too emotionally vulnerable and confused to be cognizant and intentional on her actions.

He reluctantly pulled away, hand on her shoulder to distance himself.

She opened her eyes and he saw fear, regret, and despair swimming in her irises

As he opened his mouth to explain why he pulled away she covered her face with her hands.

“Oh my god” she gasped, “I’m so sorry Tom. I… I… I shouldn’t have kiss you like that”

Tom tried to embrace her as she tucked her face to her chest, hands still hiding her face from him.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she sighed, hand tugging on her hair, “fuck I’m an idiot. I’m s-sorry”

Tom ignored the pain in his chest over her feeling stupid and regretting the kiss so deeply.

“Y/n” Tom began softly, reaching for one of her hands.

She shook her head, “I-I didn’t-“

He sighed tenderly, “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You’re dealing with a lot right now. Don’t worry about it y/n/n, we can pretend it didn’t happen”.

She rubbed her hands aggressively down her face before finally lowering them and looking at him for the first time since the kiss.

“I…that’s not… am I not… was it bad?” she whispered.

Tom shook his head, “no, love. I’ve always known the man who wins your heart would be so bloody lucky, that only added more reasons “.

She felt her cheeks warm but sniffled as she stared at him, “then…. Why..? Why did-“

Tom sighed, grabbing her hand in his, “Why did I pull away?”

She nodded, but held up a hand to stop him before he could answer.

“Do you… was it always platonic?” She sighed, feeling embarrassed for having misread the situation.

Tom’s cheeks flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “no”.

Y/n wiped her face, stopping as Tom moved his free hand up to take over the action himself.

“But it is by now?” She asked shyly.

“Y/n, I don’t know that you’re in the right place to have this discussion righ now darling” he warned tenderly.

She took a deep breath, “I think now the perfect time because, if I didn’t do it now… I might not have taken the jump”.

Tom sucked in a breath, “what?”

“I’ve tried Tom. Truly, I have. I tried to not feel this way, I mean we’re friends. Best friends. And I love that” she said her voice shaking.

Tom squeezed her hand and stroked her cheek as he listened to her.

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you. Even if you don’t feel the same way anymore. I… I will always see you differently and want to be more” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Tom felt his lips grow into a wide grin and bit his bottom lip to control it.

“Y/n/n,” he began softly.

“I’m not saying we can’t be friends. I don’t want to lose you Tom. I can’t lose you. But, I don’t think I’ll ever not see you as something else, something…”

“More?” He asked for her.

She nodded, opening her eyes to gauge his reaction.

He smiled softly at her and took a deep breath.

“Love, I’m honored to hear you say all of that. But-“ he began.

“But” she sighed, shaking her head and looking away from him in disappointment.

Tom tugged her hand, his other hand tilting her face back to look at him, “please. Please just listen to me”.

She nodded and blinked slowly at him in silence.

“You are everything. Everything. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you” he confessed, stroking her cheekbone.

“I mean, bloody hell love, it hurts me just how much I ache for you. And to watch someone else be with you, especially someone who is idiotic enough to risk losing you, it kills me” Tom admitted, voice wavering .

“I’m so very in love with you y/n. But right now, you need time. Time to heal and move on from what he did. I’ll be here the whole time. And I’ll be here after” he said.

She sniffles, a small smile on her lips, “so, you’re not mad I kissed you?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head, “if I were your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses”.

Y/n bit her lip, “but you don’t want to be my boyfriend..?”

Tom lifted her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, “you’re not hearing me love. I want to focus on consoling you right now. If you still feel this way about me after… We can talk about us later, okay?”

She smiled, pressing her lips together to keep them from displaying an embarrassingly large grin, “us… I like the sound of that”.

Tom grinned, “as do I darling. But for now, movies and cuddles?”

Y/n nodded, “movies and cuddles”.

He pulled her back to his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she cuddled against his chest.

As Tom began the next movie, Y/n hummed softly, enjoying the warmth Tom instilled in her heart.

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MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

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[writingfool001]

If the event is still open, may i have number 21 for idia, deuce and sebek (seperately plz) thank you!

How it Happened

Author’s note: Sebek is hard bc i don’t read a lot of stuff on him. While writing this, I was listening to some music and at every kissing moment, the climax of the song hit perfectly. I couldn't figure out anything for Deuce and wanted to get this out.

Prompt: Reader and Twst Character remembering their first kiss… and they have very different takes on it.

Pairing: Sebek & Idia x GN! reader

Sebek 

Sebek invited you over to have dinner with Waka-sama, Lilia, and Silver which went well, considering you distracted Lilia by having him tell stories of Sebek when he was younger. A small sacrifice went a long way to make sure no one would die from food poisoning. After you said your farewell, Sebek and you left for the hall of mirrors to get you home. Sebek was walking you back to Ramshackle, which he always did after one of your dates, and you both were enjoying the lovely evening with the smell of rain in the air. He opened the gate for you, letting you enter first before following you up to your doorstep, and stood back to let you find your keys. 

“I enjoyed tonight,” you told him, turning to him with a smile. “Especially all the stories Lilia told me about you.”  “I wished I could have sunk into the ground. I don’t understand why you would be interested in my past.” he replied, turning his head away with a little pink on the tip of his ears. 

“I get to learn more about you and how you came to be how you are now,” You reply, stepping closer and kissing his cheek.  “I promise not to tease you too much. I’ll see you tomorrow for class, Seb. Get back safely and text me when you get back to Diasomnia. 

You were about to turn around and unlock the door, about to go in before hearing a familiar yell. Immediately turning your head, you felt your hand being grabbed before being pulled away from your day and into a dip. You were about to question your lover before you felt a soft pair of lips on yours as the world around you slowed down. Closing your eyes, you wrapped your arms around him as you slowly melted into his arm while you felt Sebek freeze. 

“Hold on a minute, I did not dip you,” Sebek interrupted your retelling of your first kiss together. 

“Please tell us what happened that evening then.” You chuckled at his flustered expression. 

Sebek waited for you to get inside before he headed back to Diasomnia, and right as he was about to turn, he noticed you slipped on a puddle then began to fall backwards. Letting out a warning yell, he rushed in and grabbed your hand then caught you as you fell into my hold.  

“You have to look out for your surroundings because I won’t always be here to save you,” He lectured before looking down at your awestruck expression then leaned closer to your face. “Are you listening?” 

Right as he asked, he slipped a bit which caused him to slam his lips on yours before he froze as a blush decorated his pale complexion. He tried to pull away to readjust your footing before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled me closer. After a while, he relaxed in your embrace and enjoyed your kiss as his heart was beating crazily. 

“I do remember a bit of you pushing your teeth behind your lips.” You commented, causing him to fluster even more. 

“I was trying to get you back on your feet so we wouldn’t fall on the ground and you’re judging me about our kiss.” 

“I must say that you surprised me that day and I knew that I would love to spend my life by your side.” 

“Until the end of your life?” 

“Yeah, as long as time gives us.” You smile before kissing him gently. 

Idia 

You both had been dating for a while now and the main kisses you two shared were on the cheek or forehead, usually you were giving him those kisses while he would experience a hard reset whenever he did. So far, you’ve been the one to start most things, but Idia wanted to try to start the first kiss…like on the lips. 

You both were spending time in his room while watching something he wanted to show you. Throughout the time, his eyes would glance back and forth from focusing on your face to your lips. It took him a while, debating how to put his plan in motion while the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering about and his heart pumping violently. 

Looking over to double check on Idia to make sure he was doing okay; you were immediately caught off guard by the soft and quick frantic peck on your lips before burying himself in his large hoodie while his hands brought his hood down to hide his flustered face from you. He was frantically mumbling, apologizing and other things you couldn’t fully understand. Today, Idia took the first step in introducing the next level of kissing to your relationship. 

“It was not as easy and quick as you thought!” 

“You literally gave me a quick peck before you started malfunctioning.” 

“Do you know how stressful it is to find a good opportunity to kiss someone for the first time and to not end up eating your nose like some of your friends did to their partners by accident.” 

“I understand that, but you also put a bit of force behind it that it felt like you let your teeth smoosh your lips against mine.” 

“I don’t want to hear it from the person who decided to take it even farther, you almost killed me that day!” He replied.  

“Coming from the man who agreed to the suggestion.” 

You were left dumbfounded as a small blush spread across your face and your heart pitter pattered. Your head was stuck in the clouds as a sentence slipped out of your lips. 

“That was the best first kiss. Not that I don’t have much to compare it to. Wanna kiss again?” 

Idia froze, peeking out of his hoodie before showing himself again, as his hair turned pink and his cheeks had a rosy hue, but he nodded and leaned forward. You two shared another sweet kiss, only another one of many. 

“I embarrassed myself that day and you decided to make me more flustered. You’re so mean to me.” He pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Yet here we are with me in your arms. Nowhere else I’d rather be right next to you.” You kissed his cheek as he cuddled his face behind your neck. 

“I’m always here for you.” he said softly into your ear. 

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[bastetwastaken]

Thanks for replying back to my message~ I do prefer private massages a bit more to start though I'm not opposed to sharing with people and collaborating things ⭐

Just to give perspective, I'm okay face to face in person with people but online I get a bit (sometimes a lotta bit) nervous, partly cause the delay time between messages can give my head time to tear apart words and color things in shades of worries.

The other issue, I have exactly 0 Puzzleshipping friends and I've not been an active part of a group for a fandom by myself ether which adds pressure, especially with those who's work I admire and really wish I could connect with. Sometimes I feel like I'm outside of group dynamics and get really self conscious but I don't want to cause someone to feel like they -have- to do something.

I used to just hang around a close friend and follow them though whatever they were into but that was years ago and I also went through some life changes. Now I'd like to be part of a community that aligns with my interests and not just stuck in my corner hoping for "some day". I came back to my very first ship here and have been delighted to see how it's evolved~ ❤️💜✨ but I also have still been in that corner, despite trying to comment. It might just me me tho, I've always been by myself in fandoms : /

It's a different kind of feeling to be inside of and participate rather than be impersonally idling and spectating as I have before. You can get sad and disheartened when you repeatedly try and feel like you can't reach ppl and yet see how easily others seem to do it. It can feel like there's something wrong with you even though you know ppl are different and things take time, but that want grows hungry when care catches and latches and can eat you instead.

I just wanted someone to understand the page that I'm on, to know why I might be awkward or missing somethings and need a gentle hand til I grow in those flight feathers, NEEDS EXP PLZ HELP LVL UP 🐦 I want to contribute worthwhile things to whether it's conversing or finally popping out art so I'll keep working attit and I appreciate you being here 🤍🌿

I hope I can give encouragement to you too~ we all need a little kindness and connection, you can come to me too if you need things🌿 You mentioned experiencing a bout of loneliness, I wouldn't mind listening, I like knowing what's going on and we have our rain and shine 🤍🤍 I'm gonna quietly hit up your inbox unless you want to communicate another way = )

I know people use discord, I've seen it but I've never been invited to use it soooo, idk entirely what to do there, you'd have to baby me on that (and I won't always be this long =P)

But thanks again for taking time with me 🌌

We can talk privately friend, that's not an issue ^.^ Feel free to slide into my dms any time!

I understand how you feel, online can be harder than irl because you don't have visual confirmation that the person is free to talk right that second, tone can be lost through just text and timezones, man, timezones. I'm in the UK, so I'm currently on GMT and at the time of responding it's 10:35am. I get you, I have friends in America who are five hours behind me, friends in Europe an hour ahead and a friend in Australia who's just plain living in the future. So finding time to talk can be hard, but we make it work ^^

I think the most important thing is to just keep those time differences in mind, and once you get to know someone better you'll likely realise patterns in when they're around, when they respond faster and when they might be sleeping. It's all a learning experience ^^

I can introduce you to a puzzleshipping server on discord full of lovely people if you like. It's a big server, I won't lie sometimes I get overwhelmed by how big it is, but you can sit quietly in there and just see what people are saying or you can be more active, there's no obligation either way. I know that sometimes we all just need someone to take us to those places where likeminded people are, and just hold our hand a little. We'll sort it in dms <3

My friend, I understand exactly how you feel and you're very much not alone. You're doing something amazing talking about how you feel because that shit is hard. So fucking hard, but look at you, doing it anyway. I've tried to interact with other people, sometimes those interactions just don't go the way I'd like. I've been ignored, talked over and made to feel like I don't belong and believe me when I say that we're not the only ones. It's easy to let those interactions prevent you from trying again, but you're trying again right now and I hope that this time it'll be different for you.

In regards to your other ask- Loneliness can be felt whether you're surrounded by people or not. You could have 100 friends and still feel lonely. You could get 1000's of likes on a post and still feel lonely. Loneliness is not exclusive to any particular set of circumstances, so you're not being ungrateful, you're being honest in how you feel and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I'll wait for your message <3 <3

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[metalbuckaroo]

bucky smut prompt 39 plz!!!! maybe best friends!bucky but he’s been wanting to fuck you ever since he saw u

Honey

Summary: "Sweet as honey, pretty girl."

Warnings: smut with very little plot, lil fluffy, cursing, overstimulation, praise kink if you focus hard enough, unprotected sex (don't do it. Wrap the sausage) 18+only

AU: Bestfriend!Bucky x Reader

AN: This was a nice break from all the fluffy shit happening in my drafts rn.

Prompt from this list, feel free to send one in. Requests and asks always open, reblogs and feedback appreciated

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

"C'mon, slow poke! You're gonna short circuit on me." You laughed, Bucky's heavy footsteps following close behind as the two of you rushed your way down the street to find shelter from the rain.

His deep chuckle got closer before you were lifted over a shoulder. You smacked his lower back as his metal arm secured over the backs of your thighs. "I'm wearing a dress, you prick." You said as he hurried down the sidewalk. "Nothin' I haven't seen before sweetheart." He chuckled, opening the front door to his apartment building.

"And if someone would've walked by?" You challenged when he sat you back on your feet. He shrugged and shook his head. "Probably just have to gouge their eyes out for looking."

You laughed and grabbed his metal thumb, tugging him with you to the stairs.

Bucky tried to ignore the way the wet fabric clung to your skin as you walked in front of him, but the placement of the hem of your dress was making it hard. "Sucks that we got rained out." He mumbled, reaching to tug the hem so he couldn't see the outline of your underwear.

"There's always tomorrow. Just have to order take out." You sighed, waiting for him to unlock the apartment door. "Pizza?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. "Absolutely."

"I'll get you something dry, you know where the towels are." He said, letting the door fall shut once you were both inside.

"Maybe next weekend we can go to that new bar that opened up?" Bucky heard you say from the bathroom as he dug in his dresser drawers. "Always tryna get me in trouble." He laughed, seeing that the bathroom door was still open. "I think it's the other way around, Buck."

He stopped in the doorway when he saw your bare back, clearing his throat. "Thanks." You smiled, holding your arm over your chest as you took the clothes from his hands.

Trying to look away, Bucky chewed his tongue as you slipped the shirt over your head; back still turned to him. You were his best friend, he wasn't suppose to feel like this but he couldn't help it.

He wanted nothing more than to know what it was like to feel you against him since the moment he'd met you. So, he'd sneak touches and cheek kisses instead, not wanting to scare you away.

"You gonna dry off, Sarge? Or just stay uncomfortable for the rest of the night." Bucky's title coming from your lips made his heart race, his eyes tearing from you slipping the athletic shorts of his on to look at you.

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?" Your eyebrows raised at his husky voice, an amused smile tugging at your lips. "What happened to nothing you haven't seen before?" You tested, going to slip by him.

"You think I'm kidding don't you?" He said following behind you. "Nope." You said, shaking your head. "So, you're just going to go ab-"

He shut up when you turned around and smashed your lips to his, his hands moving to grip your hips and pull your body flush against his.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his pants and pulled away slightly, giving him a mischievous smile. "Show me whatcha got, Sarge."

You had quickly regretted the statement; 45 minutes in with no end in sight, you were trying to inch your way up the mattress, panting and whimpering as you closed your thighs on Bucky's head.

"Fuck- James, please-" You mewled, scratching at his scalp. He hummed against your clit in response, curling his two fingers up inside you as his metal arm pinned your hips down to the mattress.

A string of curses followed by a cry of his name poured from your mouth as another orgasm seared through you, tears prickling your lash line.

Bucky lapped up your release with a moan, finally lifting his head from between your trembling thighs. "Sweet as honey, pretty girl."

You moaned at the look on his face, pupils nearly swallowing his denim-blue irises and lips glistening with your slick. "Fucking hell." You panted, chest heaving as you pressed a hand to your forehead.

He chuckled lowly and trailed kisses up your torso before one last sweet one to your bitten lips. "Just taste so good, sweetheart. One more and we'll order the pizza." He cooed, lifting your legs to his waist.

Gliding your hands up his perfectly sculpted torso, you nodded and locked your fingers together behind his neck.

His vibranium arm reached above you to grip the headboard, right hand slipping between your bodies to line himself up with your sensitive cunt.

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, whimpering from the stretch as he fully sheathed himself. "So tight, wanna stay buried in you all night." Bucky grunted, slowly rocking his hips against yours.

Your head felt dizzy, drowning in everything Bucky. The feeling of him sliding against every sweet spot at a steady pace, the pleasured sounds he made filling your ears as his hand gently gripped your jaw and tilted your head up for a deep, slow kiss.

You could feel the coil in your core tightening all over again, Bucky's hips stuttering when your walls squeezed him. "Feel so good milking my cock, sweet girl. Cum for me again." He muttered against your lips.

Bucky moaned when you bit his bottom lip lightly, your head tipping back as another wave of head spinning pleasure tore a moan from your throat and you released around him.

He pushed as deep as he could go, painting your velvety walls with his release with a strained moan before catching his weight on his forearms.

Warm lips pressed kisses to your shoulder and neck as your body calmed down, head still spinning as you opened your eyes to see a smirking Bucky. "Wanna ride me after we eat?"

You huffed a breath and nodded. "Go order the food."

#bestfriend!bucky #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bestfriend!bucky smut

[trixree]

For nahtanha on Ko-Fi, who asked: Obi-Wan and Cody, with one or both of them off their tits with sleep deprivation and doing something utterly silly. I'd prefer war era fluff but plz go where your muse takes you 💜

General Kenobi laughs, a tittering sort of sound that means danger and immediately has Steady’s hackles rising. Their General, typically, does not laugh. He certainly does not giggle.

The transports that have come to fetch them off this sithforsaken rock have finally arrived. It has been a bloody and harrowing seventy-some hours trudging through mud and sulfur-reeking pits, carefully evading Sepratist forces because they had known that they were brutally outgunned. The only victory they could hope for was a quick escape, but a storm had prevented their rescue from reaching their ever-changing position, as the Seps did not stop marching just because they were tired, and they certainly didn’t care that it was pouring rain, either.

So the General laughing—nay, giggling—right as rescue is in sight? Not a good sign.

Steady forces his way through the tight cluster of troops waiting to board, gunning for the front of the crowd where Kenobi is… hanging off of the Commander’s armored shoulders and pointing at the design on the side of the LAAT.

Lots of battalions paint their ships—lots of them paint their ships with pinups, even. So this particular artistic rendering of Senator Amidala of Naboo isn’t even that shocking. She is a fairly common muse, as far as Steady has seen. The image isn’t even particularly graphic—typical pin-up stuff, really. Her clothes are tight, her skirts flowing out behind her, a blaster clutched in her hands such that her arms are brought in close and her tits are pushed forward and up, her expression is severe and her lips are as red as the lacy item that winks out from behind the billowing fabric of her dress.

General Kenobi is staring, pointing, and giggling.

“Oh, oh, Cody, can you imagine? He’d—he’d—”

The commander deadpans, “He would cry.”

“He would—” Kenobi splutters, hysterical. “He would cry. Oh, Anakin—you’d think that given the circumstances of his early upbringing, he’d be a bit less… conservative, no? Cody, Cody, did I ever tell you how terribly Anakin hates Quinlan Vos?”

The commander makes an encouraging sound. “The Kiffar Jedi? With the arms?”

“With the arms, Cody! Yes! The arms! Yes, well—” “Sirs, can this conversation be had in-air?” Steady interrupts.

Both idiots turn to him, Kenobi a bit sluggishly. It appears as though the commander is supporting most of his weight. Was he injured? Steady hadn’t noticed anything particularly urgent, but if the General can’t even stand—

“Of course, my dear. Of course.”

The two of them stagger—stagger!—onto the ship and boarding resumes as normal. Steady follows them at a close distance. Something is decidedly off.

“Quinlan and I, we’re casual, you understand. We’ve been so since… oh.. Our padawan days, surely. And Anakin just has a sense for these things, for any hint of…” Kenobi snorts. “‘Impropriety’, shall we say. Poor child—how he came to believe that sex outside of a monogamous marriage was so taboo, I have not the faintest idea.”

“A coping mechanism?” Commander Cody muses.

Kenobi gasps, all faux-offense, and then snorts. “My dear, are you calling me a slag?”

“No, I’m calling you a slut.”

“A slut is a slag! Boil, dear, tell Cody that ‘slut’ and ‘slag’ mean the same thing,” Kenobi insists. Boil shoots Steady a horrified look. Steady shrugs and mouths, I don’t know.

“Uh,” Boil says, eloquently. “They’re… the same thing?”

“Thank you Boil. Where was I? Cody, where was I?” Steady has seen his General in some fucking states—blown up, shot, drugged, concussed, drugged and shot—but never this manic before. It’s like he’s taken far too many stims; he’s wired and chatty and has lost his fucking mind.

“You were being a slut with Quinlan Vos,” Cody relays, dutifully and with glee.

Kenobi makes a face that Steady would, under extreme duress, describe as “seductive”. “My dear,” he drawls, leaning in close to the Commander’s bucket and aiming a sultry look at it, “Are you pining for details?”

“Never,” Cody says.

Just then, the ship shudders to life and begins to rise into the air. Both men stumble and now Steady is worried.

“Bucket off, Commander,” Steady barks. “General, look at me. Did you receive any blows to the head? Take any stims?”

“No, nothing of the sort,” Kenobi answers and shies away from Steady’s small flashlight.

“He doesn’t need stims,” Cody grumbles. “He has ‘the Force’.” The quotations are not so much implied as they are explicit. Vod has the same attitude towards all things Force-related as most men reserve for sharp objects near their gettse.

Steady often wants to grab his vod by the shoulders and shake him until the stupid falls out. If you hate the karking Force so much, why’d you have to go attach yourself to a Jedi like a fucking barnacle, you di’kut? Much like a tooka that has fallen in love with a fish, the esteemed Commander Cody is doomed to pine after a creature whose simple conditions of existence are incompatible with his desire to live an unmolested life.

Finally, Cody’s bucket comes off.

Vode have fairly dark skin, especially compared to General Kenobi. At the moment, the shadows under Cody’s eyes are so deep and dark that they make Kenobi’s look like child’s play.

“Fierfeck, when was the last time you slept?” Steady blurts.

Cody blinks. “Me or him?”

“You!”

“You look pretty terrible, vod,” Boil adds, grimacing.

Cody turns a glare on him that could curdle milk. “I always look fantastic, Boil,” he says with deathly menace.

“You do, dear, you do,” Kenobi affirms. And Cody, the idiot, preens under the praise.

“Answer the question,” Steady says, snapping his fingers to get them back on track. “When did you last sleep?”

“You’re not allowed to ask me that,” Cody snaps, practically growling.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Is this a fucking medbay, vod?” Cody volleys back.

“No, but now that you mention it, it looks like you’re in need of a visit,” Steady says, saccharine. “Now answer the fucking question before I skip the bitch-fest entirely and sedate your ass.”

Cody looks at him. Cody looks at Kenobi. Cody looks back and Steady.

“Kenobi hasn’t slept in four days,” Cody declares.

“Cody!” Kenobi hisses, scandalized. “Cody hasn’t slept for more than thirty consecutive minutes in four days! I have the Force to sustain me! It is hardly the same!”

“Manda save us,” Boil murmurs. “They’re so stupid.”

As soon as the transport is safely aboard the Negotiator once again, Steady marches his two idiots to the medbay by the scruff of their necks, cursing the Jedi and Jango Fett himself in every way he knows how.

“Both of you are getting an IV and a solid twelve hours or so help me, I will be dunking you both in bacta just for the fun of it,” he threatens. “Now is the appropriate time to tell me how many stims you’ve taken and when.”

Steady won’t do them all the embarrassment of asking why they have elected to forgo sleep entirely—this is war and the pressures on the pair of them are burdens that Steady wouldn’t wish on anyone. He knows why they’ve deprived themself of rest to this extent. It’s for the same reason as his own.

“None,” Cody says, proudly.

Steady looks to Kenobi. “Explain.”

“Cody had… objections to the notion that the Force can sustain a Jedi far past the limits of their physiology. He elected to—what was it you said, dear? ‘Prove that it’s all banthashit? I can do that, too, cosmic powers be damned?’”

Steady takes a deep breath and attempts--Fett help him--to release his rage to the Force.

#I hope this stupid little absurdity satisfies! #thank you for the prompt! #speed commissions! #codywan #last one of the night! #(technically I owe fic to a friend but they haven't read enough of the source material for my answer to their prompt to make any sense)

[yanderememes]

Solitary Love Chapter 1 (Yandere Giorno x Reader)

Hey yall! So I finally wrote my first fic 😳. Yikes. What a weird feeling. I'm somewhat proud of how it turned out but also nervous haha. Consider this my 1k follower gift 🎉. I really do appreciate all the love and support yall have given me since I started this blog many months ago. I love doing this and love talking with you all about my favourite anime, Jojo! ❤️ As long as you guys are here, I'll be here.

I'm by no means a writer and I do feel like I have a lot to improve on but it's all a learning process. This is a project I've been wanting to do for a while now. So if you're a fan of Yan!Giorno + chaptered fics + slow burn, then you're in for a treat! The first few chapters are gonna be boring though ngl, cuz I have to set up the stage for the more juicy chapters later on 😢

I would love to hear your thoughts on this project (even though it's only chapter 1 lol) and any feedback/comments you guys have to improve my writing or mistranslations on Italian (plz be nice tho, I'm a sensitive little bitch 😅).

This story takes place post-part 5 where Giorno is a 22-year-old Mafia Don. This story is a female reader x Giorno.

Special shoutout to @nanasparadise for inspiring me to publish my first fic 🥰

“They sure are late. Mista and Fugo.”

Giorno had been waiting here for almost half an hour. It was a long day and Giorno was about ready to go home. It was already night time and of course, it had to rain while he was waiting for his ride. Today he had to deal with more drug dealers trying to sell under his turf. Most likely from rival gangs. Usually, Giorno wasn’t the one who would go out on missions. He has plenty of men who could do it for him but he wanted to make an example out of the drug dealers. To show current and potential rival gangs what will happen to them if they try to sell under his territory.

What was taking them so long? Just when he was about to call them, his phone rang.

Speak of the devil.

“Sorry GioGio, got caught in traffic. I don’t know when we’ll be there” Fugo explained

“It’s a Friday night, after all,~” Mista added in the background

“I’ll call you when we’re here”

Not knowing when Fugo and Mista would arrive, Giorno decided to walk around the area to help kill some time. He came across a convention center.

It was 8 PM though. He doubted if it was still open but the light was still illuminated from the windows, so it must be open. Giorno was right as he was able to open the door to the convention center and walked right in.

Upon his little stroll around the convention center hallways, Giorno came across a wall of posters about the events that would take place today.

ComicCon. STAR Dancing. Cybersecurity & Tech. National Women’s Show.

But one poster, in particular, caught his eye.

The Psychological Association. To be discussed: childhood trauma, Stockholm syndrome, the art of persuasion, factors to long-lasting relationships, and more. 6 PM - 8 PM. Room 301B.

Giorno was always somewhat intrigued about psychology. The topics sounded worthwhile, and by the looks of it, a great way to spend time waiting for his ride.

Making his way down to room 301B, he quietly entered. Not a single sound was made since it appeared no one noticed his presence. The room was full and he walked in in the middle of a presentation. Giorno decided to stand beside the door, his back leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, bringing his attention to the speaker on the stage.

“... L'analisi dei dati ha evidenziato- (the data analysis showed-)”

Oh? Were you a foreigner? Based on your pronunciation, you sounded like one.

The way you spoke was very practiced. You didn’t speak Italian fluently and the tone wasn’t as elegant. Instead, it sounded like you practiced your speech over and over again until it was all ingrained in your memory. Like a robot retrieving their data.

Giorno stood and watched the rest of your presentation, consuming all the information you laid out.

***

“... Grazie per avermi ascoltato (Thank you for listening).” you thanked the audience and concluded your presentation.

He watched as you walked off the stage and scurried back to your group of friends who were cheering you on at the corner. They were praising you with toned downed excitement due to the professionalism here.

Giorno spent the remaining time watching the other presentations until the entire conference came to a close. Pulling his hands out of his pocket, he looked at his gold watch on his left wrist to check the time.

9:03 PM.

It’s been an hour and they’re still not here? How bad was traffic?

He pulled his head back and gave a huge sigh.

Composing himself, Giorno’s eyes landed on your figure. He remembered your presentation even if he wasn’t there for the first half. But your work was interesting. Probably the most entertaining one of the whole night. Though some of the information seemed vague which led him to more questions.

His thirst for knowledge persuaded Giorno to walk up to you. You were alone, thank God. It’d be awkward if your friends were there while he’s trying to get some answers out of you. Giorno prefers to talk to people one-on-one rather than in large groups.

“Buonasera” he greeted.

“Buonasera.”

Giorno thought he should speak to you in English. From his observations earlier, speaking Italian with you wouldn’t serve any use if you didn’t understand. “You did the presentation on the effects of childhood trauma and eating disorders correct? Very interesting work you have.”

You were taken aback by this stranger’s sudden English but you suppose he’s being mindful that you’re a foreigner. At least you can have a decent conversation if he’s speaking English. You weren’t confident in your Italian.

“Grazie. It was for my thesis. I worked long and hard on it. Had many sleepless nights. Living off nothing but coffee and energy drinks” you chuckled at your end remark. Bringing back stressful nights you’ve had to work on your thesis.

Giorno chuckled at your remark too. “I believe it was worth it, no? You had interesting findings and made great points that contribute to your field.”

“That’s true. But I would rather be sleeping on my nice, warm, comfy bed than writing a 50-page thesis.”

“I can’t deny that.” Sleep does sound wonderful. Giorno couldn’t wait to go home and finally get some rest. Being a mafia Don isn’t an easy job. He’s had many sleepless nights himself. He can sympathize with your feelings. But enough of that, time to say what he really came here for.

“I actually had some follow-up questions about your thesis. Mind answering them?”

“Ask away.”

***

“Wow. You seem to know a lot about plants. Did you go to school to study them?”

“I actually never finished school. Everything I know is from my own leisure time in reading.”

You give a lighthearted laugh, thinking that he’s joking and acting like a smartass. No way he’s so knowledgeable about botany from just reading books in his spare time.

But Giorno didn’t laugh with you. His face remained blank and unreadable.

“Wait. You’re serious? You never finished school?”

“Very serious.”

“Oh…” is all you could say. This man was full of surprises. You weren’t sure if your response was because you were shocked at his intelligence or became numb to it.

After this man had approached you and started asking questions about your work, the conference room got loud and it was hard to decipher what each of you was saying. Opting for a quieter location, the two of you left the conference room, where you sat by the nearby staircase. At first, it was like a Q&A. He would ask the questions, you would answer. Eventually, the conversation began branching out to other related topics and before you knew it, you were conversing like you two had known each other for a long time.

Speaking of which. You didn’t grab his name yet. You’ve been talking for a while and not once did it come across either of you to formally introduce yourselves.

“By the way, what’s your-”

“y/n! Time to go! The professor is calling us back.” just as you are about to ask this stranger for his name, your friend interrupted you

“Okay, I’m coming”

You stood up and started walking away but not without waving goodbye to the blonde man with a smile. “Buonanotte”

Oh well. You didn’t learn his name but you doubt you would ever see him again so it’s not a big deal.

“Buonanotte signora.” Giorno smiled back and waved as you disappeared from his sights.

Just then, Giorno felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Looking at the caller ID, it was Fugo. Looks like it was time for Giorno to take his leave too.

***

On the ride home, Giorno couldn’t stop thinking about you and replaying the conversation you two had on the staircase. It was the first time he was ever so engrossed in a conversation with someone before. Oddly enough, he felt safe. Like he didn’t have to play the role of Don Giovanna, Italy’s underground boss, the strongest stand user. He was just Giorno. He could be himself with you.

How strange. What a strange feeling this is. He doesn’t quite know how to describe it.

Intrigued? You were certainly a unique individual. And he’s met quite a number of “unique” people in his bizarre world. But most of these “unique” people he would meet were either already his allies or buried 6 feet under the ground.

He doubts you’re a stand user, but who knows? You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe you are one? That would probably explain the attraction. Stand users attract other stand users.

But regardless of whether or not you’re a stand user. You were still different. Giorno wanted to know more about you. You’re just so fascinating. His fatigue seemed to have diminished when he started talking to you. He forgot he was tired. Probably because the conversation was stimulating enough to energize him?

Giorno isn’t one you would call a social butterfly. He acts the part because the role of Don calls for him to be one. But the real him isn’t so extroverted. He can get tired from social events and they’re just so draining. That’s why it was strange to him how he conversed with you for so long. It wasn’t awkward like how most first meetings are. A lot of what he said came out naturally and effortlessly, and you were very receptive. Bouncing a lot of ideas with him and accepting his character.

Whatever the case may be, some unprecedented motivation sparked within him.

He wants to meet you again.

Fugo pulled up on the driveway of Giorno’s villa where several men in suits and butlers were neatly lined up waiting for his arrival.

The man standing in the middle of the line, named Antonio, walked up to the limo where Giorno was in and opened the car door. Almost instinctively, Antonio greeted the Don when he stepped out of his limo.

“Welcome home, Don.” Antonio bowed.

Giorno did not reply. He didn’t move from the spot where he was standing. Antonio couldn’t shut the car door because the Don was standing in the way.

Antonio could tell something was off. The Don is an efficient man. He would never waste time just standing there. Even in his “spare time,” the Don always had something to do. But for whatever reason Giorno was just standing there like he was in deep thought.

Antonio knew better than to ask. It wasn’t any of his business. Nor did the Don have any obligation to tell a simple henchman his problems. Never speak unless spoken to. That was the rule many had to follow when working for Don Giovanna.

“Antonio.” Giorno finally spoke.

“Yes, Don.”

“Provide me with all the information you can find on f/n. I want the report in by tomorrow morning.”

“I will have the report ready for you, sir.”

Giorno only nodded in response and began walking towards his front door.

The night certainly did not end the way he thought it would. But he’s not complaining. It was a pleasant surprise. The day started off horribly when he found out there were drug dealers roaming around his turf, but the night made up for it. He was more than satisfied with how his night ended. The drug dealers have been dealt with and he met someone new.

Was this fate? If Fugo and Mista weren’t caught up in traffic then Giorno may have never encountered you in that conference hall.

No. He must be overthinking it. You two only just met. He’ll probably get over it once he reads the report tomorrow.

But little did both you and Giorno know that this was only the beginning of a darker path.

#yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo vento aureo #jojo golden wind #jojo part 5 #giorno giovanna #yandere giogio #giorno x reader #yandere giorno #solitary love

[coffeecakefanfics]

A sunday kind of love  Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Requests are open

Warnings: language, SMUT, adult themes, fluff.  Hopeless romantic shit pretty much

Bucky had fought with her over putting the bed right against the window at first, like I said, at first.  The two had laid curled up next to each other all day the first rain after moving into the apartment.  They laid watching the rain hit the glass and made love all day.  The view at night was his favorite though, the city lights through the high floor of the window were almost magical.  

Grey light poured into the room as thunder clapped outside and the soft sound of rain tapped against the window.  Bucky had been awake for about a half an hour, admiring the love next to him, how her hair was starting to mat after tossing in her sleep, how her lips looked slack and relaxed, small snores creeping past them.  He admired the curve of her body under the blankets.  She stirred and turned over, leaning into him more.  He placed a chaste kiss to her forehead and closed his eyes.  Music floated in, muffled from the living room.  Y/n had insisted they buy it after Bucky found some records he liked at a local thrift shop 

“No way, I used to love Bea Wain,” Bucky’s face lit up

“Are there more?” Y/n peeked over from the books

“Let me see,” he began rummaging through the records.  His smile never faded as he continued to pull record after record. “Why are these here?” he looked at Y/n.

“Well when older people pass a lot of time their families donate their old stuff, including records, it’s sad but it lets my generation and under get to experience them,” she shrugged and began digging with him.

“Do they still make players?” 

“Of course, Pick out all of the records you want and i’ll stop by a target or walmart on the way home and buy one,” she smiled at him handing him an Etta James Record.

“You don’t have to do that doll,” his heart swole at the gesture.

“Buck, please, I want you to be able to enjoy your music the way you used to. I mean phone are great but nothing beats the crackle of a record,” she held his hand and kissed his cheek.

He smiled at the memory, thankful to have found her when he did.  They would turn it on when he had a nightmare,When they made breakfast and danced in the kitchen, on romantic diners, or on lazy mornings,pretty much any excuse they could get,  it calmed him down a bit, and for that he was grateful.

“Buck?” a tired voice pulled him from his mind.

“Morning baby,” he smiled at Y/n

“It’s raining,” she mumbled, turning her head to the window.

“Mhm” he stroked her messy hair.  She hummed in response and closed her eyes. 

“why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“Didn’t want to bother you, I haven’t been up long anyway” she hummed again and leaned up on her elbows. 

“I think today is a perfect day to stay in bed,” she licked her lips, a soft smile on her face.

“I think that is a great idea,” he smiled back, resting his hand on the back of her neck to bring her down to him.  Her lips were soft and plush against his.  It was slow, lazy, and had so much love behind it.  Y/n let her hands run over Buck’s chest.  The pair broke away for air.  Bucky stared up at the woman above her, pushing hair behind her ear. 

“Penny for your thoughts” she ran her finger alone his hairline gently.

“You are the most amazing woman I know,” he let his eyes catch hers, a small blush dusting her cheeks.

“Aren’t you a flirt,” she grinned at him.

“Y/n?”

“Yes buck?”

“Stay with me,” his eyes were soft, they were always soft with her.

“Of course baby, I’m not going no where,  promise,” she continued to stroke his hairline. 

“I mean forever,” he cupped her cheek.

“Buck-”

“I have something for you, but I want to know that i’m what you want.  You can walk away right now and I wont blame you I-” she pressed a tender kiss to his lips. His body went slack and his muscles relaxed.

“I’m not going anywhere James, I promised,” she let her fingers run over his left brow, down his face, over his lips and finally resting on his cheek.  He kissed her palm and held her hand while he leaned over to the night stand pulling something out.  In his hand was a small opened black velvet box.  A simple band covered half way in smaller diamonds accentuated a single bigger stone in the middle.

“James,” her eyes were wide at him.

“I know it’s not a perfect proposal, and I know you deserve better than in our bed but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” his eyes were welled up.  The woman had sat up straight by now.  Her hand was covering her mouth and tears spilled over.  She swallowed the knot in her throat and held her left hand out to him.

“Yes James, I love you,” she spoke shakily.  He slid the ring onto her finger and sealed it with a kiss. She examined the ring on her finger, more tears spilling over. 

“I’m sorry, again that it was in our bed but-”

“It’s perfect Buck,” she leaned down to kiss him.  He relaxed once again.  His right hand held her face while the metal arm rested on her waist.  He slowly laid her under him, moving their lips in synch.  He let his lips trail down her jaw to her neck.  Y/n let out a shaky breath, her body getting warm.  Bucky’s movements were slow, calculated.  He hiked the shirt she wore, which was his that she’d stolen forever ago up carefully.  He drug the cold metal fingers down her stomach, stopping at her panty line. She let out a mewl and shifted under him.  He smirked before helping her out of his shirt. 

“You, doll, are an angel on earth,” he spoke softly into her ear before biting gently.  A small moan escaped her lips as he let his right hand dip below her underwear and between her folds. 

“Buck” she let out and let her head fall back as he gently rubbed her clit. 

“That’s it doll, let me hear you baby,” he husked into her ear agin and slipped a finger into her.  She tried to fight the moans, but Bucky wasn’t having it.  She let moan after moan tumble from her lips.  Bucky leaned up enough to look at her.  He slowly added another finger gaining another loud moan from her throat.  Her head was thrown back and a light sheen of sweat coated her body.  He took note of how her hair fell, how her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath she took. She was Ethereal, an angel on earth, the best thing to happen to him. He felt her clench around his fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised and quickened his pace. 

“B-Buck I- I want” she stuttered out.

“Words baby, tell me what you want,” he left a trail of kissed down her neck and onto her chest where he kitten licked her nipples. 

“I want you insi-ide of me plea-ase” she whined.

“Of course angel”  He drew his fingers from her pussy, sucking them clean.  She bit her lip as she watched.

“You always did taste so sweet for me,” he groaned and slid her panties down her legs, kissing his way down her thighs as he did so.  She sat up to help him tug his boxers down.  

“Ready doll?” he asked, lined at her entrance. She nodded.  She squealed and clutched Bucky’s arms as he suck into her.  Bucky let out a low moan right next to her ear, the sound sent waves to her core. Bucky set a slow but deep pace.  He went gentle. Leaving kisses down her throat and chest, slid his hand over her scalp, captured her lips. Her moans sweet like honey to his ears.  He snapped his hips against her pelvis. 

“Buck I- please”

“please what doll” he teased, voice a whisper.

“Please let me cum” she begged.

“go ahead baby, let go for me, let me make you feel good,” he held her hands as her orgasm tore through her, ripping moans from her throat and making her legs shake.  Bucky dropped his head, letting little growls fall from his lips as he followed her. He stilled, leaving his weight on his elbows as they relaxed through their highs. 

“I love you,” he told her, still breathless.

“I love you more James,” she kissed him, tiredly.  He slowly slid out, laying next to her.  She curled up against his side, sneaking a peek at the ring on her finger.  Bucky smirked, watching her.  He let his gaze drift out to the steady rain and thunder, let the music fill his ears, let her smell take over his nose, let her body take over his touch.  Because in that moment, nothing could hurt him, nothing else mattered, but the lazy days in bed with her 

A/N: I haven’t written smut in sooo long plz don’t come for my throat, k bye love you have a good day my sweet whores <3

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Jaehyun and "I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” plz 💞

Jaehyun was an acquaintance, you would say. You were both majoring in the same area, had several classes together, and you talked sometimes, but that was all. You certainly didn’t expect Jaehyun to be your knight in black-and-white plaid on a day that started out sunny, but turns to a heavy rainstorm and mucky pathways around campus.

You sigh and look out the door of the building. Your next class is halfway across campus, you don’t have an umbrella, and as one boy comes slipping through the door, bringing a gust of cool, misty air with him, you curse your past self for not grabbing the umbrella beside your door at home.

You consider skipping your next class, waiting out the rainstorm here in the safe and dry warmth of this building, but you have an exam that you really can’t miss. So you take a deep breath, open the building’s door, and step out into the cold rain.

It hits and you freeze for a second, closing your eyes, and that second is just long enough for the rain to miraculously stop.

“Forget your umbrella?” A voice asks behind you, and you turn to see Jaehyun standing right at your elbow, a black-and-white flannel hugging his broad shoulders, and when you look up, you see he’s holding an umbrella over your head. “Where are you headed? I’ll walk you.”

“Th- The science building.” You shiver as the two seconds of the downpour you’d had to endure soaks through your clothes. “You don’t have to, Jaehyun. If it’s out of your way, I can--”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “I’m done with classes for the day. I was just going to walk over to the library to study for a bit. I can walk you, it’s no problem.”

So you nod and thank him, sticking close to his side as the pair of you set off toward the science building, chatting about the classes you share, about an event being hosted by your department this coming weekend, about how annoyed you are that you forgot your umbrella today of all days.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun nudges you with his elbow. “But at least I was here. Lucky I’m heading to the library to study for the exam next week instead of just heading home.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to study for that.” You groan as you approach the science building at last. “I still don’t entirely understand one of the concepts, so I’m sure I’ll do terrible.”

“You could always come study with me. When are you done for the day?” He looks up at the science building’s windows glowing through the dull rainstorm. “If it’s still raining I can come pick you back up with my umbrella. We could go back to the library, and I understand most of what we’ll be tested over pretty well, so maybe I could help you? If you want.”

A stray drop of rain splatters against Jaehyun’s cheek and starts to drip down, and your eyes follow the movement. Your fingers itch to reach up and wipe his cheek dry again, but before you can make a move, Jaehyun does it for himself. You really could use the help studying, and the help staying dry in this rain, so you nod. 

“Okay, sounds like a date. Meet me back here in an hour?” You ask.

Jaehyun nods, his eyes watching your face closely as his throat bobs nervously. “A date?”

“Mhmm. A date. I’ll buy you coffee if you help me study.” You didn’t mean a date at first, but as soon as you saw his reaction, you realized that yeah, you did kind of want a date with Jaehyun. “We can grab some dinner too.”

Jaehyun smiles then, sighing in relief. “A date.” He nods. “That was easier than I thought. I remember practicing asking you out to the mirror shortly after we first met, but I’ve always lost my courage when it came down to it.” He laughs a little. “But you just out and ask me on a date like it’s nothing.” 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, a reminder that your class starts in five minutes. “I’ll see you back here in an hour?”

Jaehyun nods, and as you step out from under the cover of his umbrella to run the last few feet to the building’s door, you feel Jaehyun’s fingers brush the back of your hand, and you swear you feel his touch burning against your skin for the entirety of class, like a good luck charm and a happy memory all rolled into one.

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After party glow | Calum hood smut

summary: you and cal had plans for a night in but suddenly remember you have to go to a party. Calum is anxious and a little nervous at first but loosens up at the party and things a lil freakayyyy ;)

warnings: slight daddy kink, some cute fluff stuff, oral (male receiving) uhhhm yea

word count: 2772

A/N: this is my first smut i’ve ever written and honestly i’m pretty proud of it lol so if you could reblog it if you like it, i would appreciate that a lot and also plz give feed back, good or bad! also requests are open :) okay, i hope you enjoy!

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it was a Friday night and you and calum had planned on staying in tonight and watch movies together. you hadn’t been able to spend much quality time with him because both your work schedules has been clashing lately. outside it was windy and you could hear the strong gusts of wind and rain drops hitting the windows of your home.

as you were settling down and getting comfortable on the sofa, you watch calum as he stands in front of the tv deciding what movie to watch. “any suggestions, babe?” he says, looking at you with a soft smile on his face. “hmmm we could monsters inc? i know it’s your favorite”. you knew that calum had been feeling a little home sick lately and you’d been feeling a bit helpless since you didn’t know how to help and you thought suggesting his favorite childhood movie would subtly let him know that you were here for him if he needed to talk, and also for him to feel some comfort. “sounds good to me” he says and lays down on the sofa, resting his head on your lap.

you look down to see his dark brown eyes focused on the screen and you start to rake your fingers through his soft curls, analyzing the little streaks of blonde still left in his hair since he bleached it. as you lift your hand to run your fingers through his hair once more, you get interrupted by calum’s phone going off.

he looks at his phone and lets out a frustrated sigh. “everything okay?” you say as you brush through his hair. calum sits up causing his curls to slip through your fingers. “babe, i know we planned to stay in tonight but i completely forgot that Luke was throwing a party tonight and i promised we’d go. ashton just texted me asking where we were”. you look at him with a puzzled look on your face, “oh, why didn’t you tell me he invited us?” you say. you noticed that calum started to become flustered and anxious. “i was meant to tell you last night but i was so tired and forgot about it i know you’re really tired and-“

“cal, it’s okay i understand” you say cutting him off. you knew the stress had gotten to him because he was tripping over his words and fumbling with his hands when he was trying to explain himself.

you see relief wash over him after you speak. “honestly y/n i don’t really wanna go out tonight and i know you don’t either. but i promised Luke i’d be there”. usually you and cal were the type to never turn down a party, but for the past month or so, with your busy schedules you both hadn’t been to one in a long time.

he was right you didn’t want to go out tonight, but you knew that saying that woukd cause him to be more stressed then he already was. “okay well, we should start getting ready then” you say with a smile on your face as you turn off the tv.

you walk into you and calum’s room and open up the door that led you into your walk in closet and start to fish through your clothes. calum shortly follows your foot steps and does the same.

“babe, you should wear that black dress you wore on our first date, it’s my favorite” calum says with a smirk on his face. “good idea!” you say as you grab it to take it into the bathroom. “where are you going?” calum says, “you still feel uncomfortable getting dressed in front of me?” he says with a giggle. “of course not!” you protest “i wanna do my make up all pretty and show you when i’m done” you say with a grin as you swiftly turn on your heels to face the exit of the closet and walk out. you and calum hadn’t had the chance to go out in a long time, so he hadn’t seen you dressed up in a while and vice versa.

you walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. you rest your hands in front of you on the edge of the sink and look up to stare at your reflection and smile with excitement as you grab your foundation and get to work. you decided to do a classic make up look consisting of foundation, winged liner, red lipstick and a little blush. “just how he likes it” you whisper to yourself as you add the finishing touches. you quickly straighten your hair as you hear cals voice echo through the hall way.

“gotta go in ten minutes my love!”

“okay!” you say.

you take off your clothes and slip on the black dress and take one last look into the mirror before you walk out. you smile and go to unlock the door. you open it just a crack to peek through the gap to make sure calum isn’t in the room. once you affirm yourself that he isn’t there, you quickly go into your closet to get out your black heels to match your dress.

“babe we gotta go!” you hear calum yell again. you hear the sound of his keys rattling, meaning he’s already at the door ready to go. you quickly slip on your heels and walk out into the hall way. you hear calum about to call for you again until he hears your foot steps as you walk around the corner. his focus quickly moves from his keys to you and you could see the lust start to form in his eyes. “you look beautiful” he says softly, with a smile and look of admiration on his face. calum was wearing a black dress shirt and black jeans with a black and red blazer. you could tell he tried to match your dress and coincidentally, it matched your makeup too. “thanks” you say with a nervous laugh as you look down at the reflection on your shiny black heels. you and calum had been dating for over six months now, but you never get used to his compliments. it brings back the feeling of butterflies every time. “hey! your outfit matches mine!” you say, trying to get the attention off of you. he giggles and offers his hand out to you. you take it as he unlocks the door and you both walk out to his car.

once you reach the car, he walks over to your side and opens the door for you “for my love” he says with a grin. “well thank you kind sir” you say playfully as you hop in. you watch as he walks around to the other side of the car and get in. he shuts the door and lets out another big sigh as he takes a hold of the steering wheel before starting the car. you knew that calum had been feeling anxious lately due to all the stress that he’d been experiencing but you’d never seen him get anxious or nervous before a party which mainly consisted of people he knew.

“hey” you say softly, resting a hand on his thigh. “it’s gonna be okay, we can just go for a little bit and if you feel uncomfortable or uneasy, we can go” you say. he turns to you, putting his hand on your cheek. “what would i do without you princess” he says and starts the car. the car ride was peaceful, there was music playing in the background and you didn’t talk much, but you could tell that you both appreciated just being in each other’s presence. as you neared Luke’s house, you notice all the colorful lights and loud music playing. calum parks the car and you both hop out. as you start walking towards the house you link your arm around his and you look up at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you with a smile on his face.

when you walk in you’re greeted with flashing lights, the smell of tequila and sierra running towards you. “Y/N!!!! you made it!” she says, hugging you tight. “how have you been?!” you say as you let go of eachother. “i’m doing good! just doing the usual you know, nothing crazy” she says. as you get lost in conversation with Sierra you notice that calum isn’t by your side anymore but across the room talking to Michael and a few other unfamiliar faces. “Wanna go say hi and meet the others?” Sierra says. “sure!” you say as she grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd.

“ayyyy y/n! so glad you could make it” Michael says as he goes in for a hug. “these are my friends” Michael says as he introduces the others standing next to him. Moments later you hear whispering behind you and before you could turn around to see who it was Luke picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “guess who!” he says as he’s laughing and swinging you around. you laugh uncontrollably as he gently puts you down. “can always count on you to give me some weird greeting can’t i Hemmings?” you say giggling as he puts you down. you both laugh and as you do, you see Ashton behind him poking his head through. “hi y/n!” he says. “so i see you finally managed to drag calum out to a party?” he says playfully and looks at calum. they both laugh and you go to the kitchen to grab you and calum a drink. you thought you’d grab a can of coke instead of alcohol since cal was driving tonight and you got a can of sprite for yourself. you go back to join the crowd and slightly tug at calums arm to hand him the drink. you see his hands reach out to grab the drink. “thanks babe” he says quietly and you see him immerse himself back into the conversation which brought you some relief because you could tell he was feeling less anxious.

as the night goes on, you notice people slowly start to leave and the house become quieter and quieter. after everyone left, it was just you, Cal, Luke, Sierra, Ashton, Kay kay, Michael and Crystal and you all decided to have a bonfire. as everyone gathered around the fire, talking and laughing, you notice a hand rubbing on your thigh. you ignore it and continue the conversation but quickly break away when you notice the hand getting a little to high for comfort. you turn to calum and see he has a smirk on his face. “and what do you think your doing?” you say as you put your hand on top of his to shift it down. “i need to use the bathroom babe” he says with a smirk on his face. “mhmm, i think you can do that by yourself” you say and turn your back to him to get back to talking to Crystal and Sierra. you feel a hand go from the small of your back to the curve of your waist and hear a soft husky voice in your ear “i think i need a little help princess”. you start to feel blood rush to your cheeks as his hand slips away and you watch him get up and walk into the house. without hesitation you get up to go follow him. “u-uh, i’ll be back guys” you say as you quickly get up and lightly jog to catch up to him. as you do, you see him turn round the corner and go into the bathroom. as you walk in and turn to lock the door, calum turns you back and pushes you against it, quickly forcing it shut as his hands wrap round your waist and he goes in for a passionate kiss. you giggle and break away from the kiss “someone’s feeling better” you say. “i was nervous before but watching you all night, dolled up like that and in that pretty little dress, you were the only thing i could see in the room. the thought of that helped me calm down but now it’s a problem cause you’re really turning me on babe” he says with a grin. you giggle as he leans closer to you so that you could feel his bulge through his jeans.

your lips reconnect and calum starts to snake his hands up your dress to unzip it and slip it off along with your underwear, leaving you naked. you pull of his shirt and start rubbing the bugle through his jeans which earns you a slight moan from him. you kneel down and start undoing his belt and pull his pants down along with his boxers. “my pretty little girl” he whispers as he grabs a handful of your hair and you wrap your hands around his cock. you move them up and down a couple of times, then open your mouth to take in his cock. you hollow your cheeks to take as much of him as you can. you look up to see his head thrown back and you hear him moan “just like that baby yes”. his moans alone already make you a soaking mess for him and you moan with him so he can feel more pleasure from the vibrations.

“get up” he says with a stern, but soft voice.

“i’m gonna fuck you princess, but you have to be quiet okay”

you look up at him nodding while still on your knees as you wipe the pre cum and spit off your chin.

you stand up and he lifts you up onto the bathroom sink. you see him stand there, lust filled in his eyes as he scans your body up and down. you lock your lips together and as you do you feel the familiar movement of his hand moving up your thigh again. as he slowly gets closer and closer, you could feel the heat building up in your core. he starts rubbing little circles over clit and you moans at the sudden contact. you lean your head back onto the mirror as you feel has soft fingers move on your clit in figure eights, just the way you like it.

“cal i need you” you say breathlessly, him still rubbing your clit.

“whatever you say princess” he says into your ear.

he slips his hands under your thighs to readjust you and lines himself up before he plunges into you. you moan as you feels your walls contracting around him.

“fuck princess your so tight” he says as he pumps in and out of you

“yes calum right there” you moan as he started to thrust harder and faster into your pussy, perfectly hitting your g spot.

“yes who?” he says with a dark husky voice

“yes daddy” you say with a shaky voice as he pumps into you giving you eye contact

“tell me how much you love it” he says breathlessly “tell me how good daddy does it for you”

“i love it. i love it so much daddy” you moan out as you scratch his back in pleasure.

he brings one of his hands from your waist to rub your clit and you start to squirm under the stimulation.

“fuck baby girl” he says as he pumps in and out of you even faster

you start to become a moaning mess as you start to feel the familiar heat build up in your core signaling that you’re close to cumming

you feel your toes start to curl and you feel his thrusts becoming slower, letting you know that he was close too.

“i’m close baby” you barely moan out as the sensation comes closer and stronger

“me too baby” he says as he sloppily thrusts into you

his thumb starts to move faster on your clit which pushes you over the edge.

“fuck daddy yes” you moan out. you squirm as you feel all the built up heat release.

not long after you feel calum’s warm liquid squirt into you and he moans out a string of profanities into the crook of your neck and shoulder in an attempt to hide the fact that you were fucking in Luke’s bathroom.

You both breath heavily, trying to catch your breaths and taking time to re collect yourselves. you both lock eyes with eachother after a few seconds and break into laughter as you lean in for a kiss.

“if anyone asks what we were doing when we go back out there, say that i was helping you fix your dress or something” he says to you, laughing.

he helps you zip up your dress and you help him button up his shirt and you both walk out together, holding hands and giggling to yourselves trying to not look suspicious.

“i hope you cleaned up” Luke says as we walk out.

“looks like y/n gave you that after party glow Calum” Michael scoffs.

“i was helping her fix her dress!” Calum blurts out, his cheeks glowing red.

smooth cal, smooth.

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Lighting Part 3: Rainstorm

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Kung Lao x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Hope everyone is well this Monday. Thank you for reading <3 Kung Lao yes plz. If you want to be tagged when this story updates just let me know and I'll do so!

The Oncoming Storm Lightning Part 2 Lightning Part 4 Chapter Index

You took your time getting changed and when you were finally ready, you hesitated to leave your room. You had a fever. Was this really the best idea? Kung Lao had been good to you lately. He respected your boundaries. When you told him you weren’t capable of something he either helped you, slowed down, or stopped altogether. Your mind kept focusing on that one afternoon where he’d pushed you so hard that you’d wanted to smack him.

But you’d needed to be pushed and you knew that. You’d been afraid to use your arcana after hurting Liu and he’d pushed you into using it again. It had been the push you’d needed to get back up. You were nervous today anyway. You couldn’t shake it. The butterflies were fluttering endlessly in your stomach.

But you had promised to meet him in the fight pit so you would. The rain was delightful, tapping on the stone of the temple in a pounding rhythm. As you made it to the fight pit, you stopped and stared down the steps. It was pouring. What was the expression? Cats and dogs? This was a whole kennel every few seconds.

Kung Lao came from down the hall and stood next to you, arms folded over his chest, that confident grin on his face. You watched the rain beat down so hard on the dirt that it bounced back up. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to get yourself all soaking wet when you had a fever.

“It’s pouring.”

“No risk no reward, Y/N.” Kung Lao walked into the pit and the rain, jumping the last few steps into the mud. He turned toward you and his fingers gracefully slid over the bladed edge of his hat. While you couldn’t hear the sound over the rain, you’d heard it enough times that you could imagine it. It made you shiver.

“Kung Lao… I’m…” You hesitated to say the words. You hated admitting you weren’t capable particularly to Kung Lao. You’d always hated when he worried about you even when you were kids. “I’m weak right now and I…”

“I know. It’s an honor to be in my presence.” He gestured to himself with a smirk and you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Wow, your ego sometimes.”

“Come on, Y/N, at least try for me.” He gestured to the fight pit. “Use your ink. Make that image of me again. I’ll fight that instead of you. Gives us both some practice and you stay out of the rain.”

“I have to be honest about that… I don’t rightly know how I did it. I don’t know if I can do it on command or what. Not for anything, Lao but I just had a…” You hesitated before saying ‘heart thing’ because you didn’t like saying it out loud. You had always struggled with that. Especially to Lao. You puffed up your cheeks and then looked down at your feet with a heavy sigh. You pouted.

“I know.” Kung Lao’s voice was serious and when you looked away from your feet, he was avoiding your eyes. You were both uncomfortable talking about the more serious things. It never ended well. “But you can do this. I know you can.” Damn him and his unshakeable faith in you.

Nervous, you winced and then stepped out into the rain. It was frigid and gave you the chills. You had already been cold from the fever and the rain was making it that much worse. Teeth chattering, you shivered and toughed it out until the rain had drenched you. It was like jumping into a pool. After that, the rain felt nice. You did love the rain, you were just so afraid of pushing yourself beyond your limits that you had let those nerves win.

“Fine. I’ll try, but I’m going to be honest with you. I woke up with a fever and I’m tired. I’m not sure how much I can do.”

“That’s okay. I want you to try. That’s all I can ask.” Kung Lao’s demeanor shifted back to his playful self. “Practice forms with me.” He tossed his hat to the side and it stuck on its brim. You followed his lead through basic kung fu katas. Slow at first and then faster and all together. The repetitive motions were relaxing, draining some of the stress out of you. Between the beat of the rain and Kung Lao’s confident voice guiding you along, you felt much better.

Then he turned toward you and bowed like he would before a match. You stepped back hesitantly and did the same. Then you fought but it couldn’t have been more different than it had been the last few times. He would swing and allow you time to react. Then you would do the same to him. It was a slow but intricate dance in the rain. You felt like you were back with your students.

When you were feeling more confident, you moved a bit faster and so did Kung Lao. He let you lead the show which felt nice. You ducked beneath a blow and stepped to the side, then struck with your palm. He absorbed the blow and twisted your arm aside. You stumbled and pulled your wrist free with a turn. He struck toward you and you ducked and took the defensive.

Kung Lao moved more confidently and you could see the smile on his face. He struck toward you and you stumbled aside and shook out your arms. He waited for you to collect yourself and you bounced on the balls of your feet before crouching low and striking up at him with a flourish. It felt good to fight but you were already tired. Kung Lao ducked and tried to sweep your feet out from beneath you but you leapt over his attempt, rolled aside, and struck.

He jumped with a laugh and then swung so quickly that you had to throw up your arms to block. You stumbled backwards again and nearly fell. You turned to catch yourself properly but Kung Lao twisted around you and caught you, dipping you back. You laughed, covering your mouth to hide it. He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and then helped you upright. Hands on your forearms, he gave you a look as if to ask if you were okay. You nodded. He let you go after giving you a squeeze and then stepped back into his stance.

That was still delightful to watch.

His form was perfect. Dripping in the rain it was even better.

“Now your arcana.” He urged with a wave of his hand.

“I think that might be a bit much.” You cleared your throat. Exhaustion. Light-headedness. You knew it was too much. The soreness in your arm was throwing you off balance too. That was the real problem with fighting like this with Kung Lao. You had been capable once. Now you didn’t know what you were capable of so pushing yourself too far was easy. You had to relearn your limits which felt impossible.

“Give me all you’ve got, Y/N. Then a little more.” He dusted his hands off and then jumped back into his stance. You stepped a little away from him and then crouched back into your stance. Your stomach dropped as you focused on your arcana. Your fingertips tingled but you managed to summon one in your lead hand. Two was too much. This would do.

Kung Lao was delighted with your persistence. He struck the air repeatedly fast in front of him. It was impressive but he was showing off and you knew it. Then he came at you and you ducked aside, blocked, slipped beneath another blow, and swatted his back with the flat end of the sword. He flipped out of the way and you thrust the blade toward him. He bent back beneath the blow and swung toward you. You blocked, too tired to jump back. You were sloppy and winded.

“Come on, Y/N!”

“I think I have to stop.” You twirled and struck toward him anyway. He ducked aside easily and then with a savage blow knocked the blade from your hand. You stumbled forward and he grasped your wrist and twisted you away. The sword fell into the mud. You pulled his thumb and twisted it back and ducked under him as he grasped toward you. Then you rolled backwards to try and pick up your blade but as your hand grasped the hilt it disappeared. You lost your balance and caught yourself on one knee.

The fight pit was spinning.

That was it.

The last straw.

Overgrown grass blew gently in the breeze, tickling your arms as you admired the dark clouds rolling in from the west. Kung Lao sat next to you, legs folded, hands on his knees, rocking back and forth as if it pained him to sit still. You’d gotten used to his fidgeting that summer.

“You’re quiet today.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and smiled down at you. You were usually pretty quiet but not as quiet as you had been that day. He wasn’t wrong.

“I don’t feel well today.”

“Again?” He pouted.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“…you had another fit, huh?”

You didn’t respond and frowned. Saying it out loud made it real. Then you had to deal with it and you hated dealing with it. Especially when it came to Kung Lao. He was the one place that you got to pretend you were normal. Kung Lao was the only person who didn’t treat you like you were broken. This was familiar.

He shifted next to you and then adjusted so that he was facing you, seated on his knees. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you really a witch?”

“What?” You gasped in horror, sat up, and turned to him. Your face was beat red in anger. “No!” You ripped up a few blades of grass and threw them at him. “I am NOT a witch!”

“…are you sure?” He didn’t seem upset by the idea that you were a witch but you had been called one enough times out of malice that it had immediately angered you. You hated that word. Kung Lao smiled at you, like he enjoyed seeing you angry.

“Of course I am!”

“You know things that you can’t possibly know and see things that you shouldn’t be able to see so what are you if not a witch?” Kung Lao stuck his tongue between his lips and then reached to poke your side. You swatted his hand away.

“I’m just… I’m a girl! Just a girl! I’m not a witch, Lao!” You may have been a little defensive. “I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t summon anything. I don’t have magic or powers and I’m not… I’m just a girl, okay? Please, believe me. Don’t… don’t call me a witch.”

“Jeez, fine, you’re a girl! Just a girl. A super defensive girl.” He teased with a boyish grin.

“Ugh, you’re so frustrating, Kung Lao.” You huffed. He was trying not to laugh at you and failing. Then silence followed. You were embarrassed by how you’d reacted. You were, admittedly, sensitive about being called names. People called you so many names. Everyone used them except for Kung Lao and your grandma. You pouted and tried not to tear up. You didn’t want to be called sensitive or told you were overreacting.

“Do you know what I like to do when I don’t feel good?”

“…make fun of girls?”

He laughed and poked you right in the center of your forehead. “Just you.” You stuck your tongue out at him in response. “No, really. I like to curl up on the couch with a pillow and blanket and watch those beat ‘em up movies.” He perked up with that wild and childish green of his. “We should do that!”

“…but my grandma.”

Kung Lao jumped onto his feet and took your hand, practically dragging you off the ground. He was surprisingly strong. “She’ll let me come in. She pretends not to but I think she likes me.”

“As long as my dad isn’t there it should be fine.”

“Yeah, that guy hates me.” Kung Lao grinned and started leading you back toward the farmhouse.

“Don’t be sad about it, he doesn’t like anyone.” You didn’t let him pull you. He tugged on you again but you stayed in place.

“Why aren’t you coming?” He was exasperated and it was incredibly dramatic. His shoulders were slumped and he whined.

“You wanted to play outside, Lao.”

“Yeah, but you don’t feel well.”

“That’s okay. I’ll deal with it.”

“If you get good rest today then we can play tomorrow! We can pretend we’re in one of those movies too. That could be super fun!” He smiled brightly and you perked up a little.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I mean it. Come on! It’s too hot out today anyway.” His voice changed. No longer the boyish glee, but something deep and distorted, like a record that had been played at the wrong speed. He dragged you toward the house and you followed him through the grass.

You’d been here before.

You stopped walking and let go of your hand. He was going to turn back to you and tell you that he was glad you were going inside. You froze and held your hand out and waited for the rain you knew would fall.

This was a memory.

Kung Lao turned to you but he didn’t smile.

The sky was black and when he opened his mouth to speak, he instead he stared at you and wisps of green smoke passed from his lips. He creaked, like a squeaky hinge. His face began to shrivel, skin sallow and sunken in. He aged before your eyes. Skin melted away and left him with nothing but bone.

You screamed.

“Lao!” You grabbed at him but he turned to dust in your hands. There was nothing. The darkness of the clouds swept over you like a wave and you felt the blow like a terrible shove.

Fingers brushed over your forehead, pushing your hair away from your face. They were wet, strong hands. You opened your eyes and found Kung Lao hovering over you, protecting you from the rain that poured over him and dripped onto you.

“Y/N?” He shook your shoulder, eyes wide and nervous. One hand pushed beneath your knees as if to lift you up and you swatted at his hand then rolled onto your side away from him. You coughed and pushed onto your hands and knees. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating it over the rain.

Why? Why had your brain betrayed you like that? What was in your head that made you see something so horrible? Had it not been bad enough to lose him at such a young age? You covered your mouth and closed your eyes tight, trying not to cry. But the image of your childhood friend rotting away was behind your lids. Tears burned at your eyes and you curled up, pulling your knees close so you could hide in them. Kung Lao pulled at you and you were in no place to fight him. He scooped you up into his arms and pulled you away from your knees so you could bury your face against his chest instead.

He gripped your hair and held you tight in his lap.

He kept apologizing. You couldn’t shake the fear, the terror of seeing him disappear like that. Kung Lao was right there. The same boy that you’d watched rot away before your eyes. He held you like he’d done you a disservice. He was apologizing like he’d done something wrong. You sobbed. He held you tighter and you gripped his shirt and buried yourself against him, trying to get yourself together. You were practically hyperventilating. Your heart was beating through your chest.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you. You told me you were struggling and I ignored you. I’m sorry… I’m…”

“Shut up.” You placed your hand over his mouth, lifting your head away from his chest. Kung Lao’s eyes were wide in surprise. He was there. He was fine. Alive. Dripping wet, but healthy and safe. You pulled your hand from over his mouth and slid it onto his cheek, resting your other hand on the opposite one.

There he was. Your Kung Lao. You furrowed your brow and admired him. He tossed between looking worried and confused. “Y/N?”

“You were… you were there and then you weren’t.” That wasn’t an explanation. If anything, it sounded more like you were describing how passing out felt. You owed him an explanation but your words weren’t working. He furrowed his brow.

You bowed your head and let your hands slide down to the sides of his neck. Kung Lao was staring at you. You could feel his eyes on you, taking you in. Then he pulled you close against him again, urging you to bury yourself against him again. The rain soaked them and you were freezing, chilled to the bone.

“I can’t lose you again, Lao. I don’t think I could handle that.” You were afraid to look back up at him. He stiffened up beneath you. “I don’t think my heart can take it.”

“Y/N, I…” He was at a loss for words. You sheepishly looked back up at him and wiped your eyes. Not that it mattered. You were drenched and a few tears wouldn’t make a big difference. At least you’d finally gotten it together. You hated crying in front of people.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. You owed him an explanation. It hadn’t been a vision. It was more like a terrible nightmare. At least you thought it had been. Your head was so mixed up after everything. You had no idea what your brain was doing anymore. What was your subconscious? What was a vision? What was that thing meddling in your head?

“You won’t lose me, Y/N. You never did. I’m here.” He took your hand and urged it to his chest so you could feel his heart beating. It was racing. Nowhere near as fast as yours was but it was still pretty hard for him. You’d frightened him. His hands were shaking. You could only guess why.

“Yeah.” You didn’t know what to say. You had lost him. Even though he hadn’t really died, you had thoughthe had and that had been enough. You had him back. Something you hadn’t dreamt was possible. Even in your wildest dreams you’d never thought he could still be alive. But there he was. Alive and holding you. You wouldn’t lose him again. No matter what happened you would make sure he was safe. He had taken care of you when no one else had and now you would do the same.

Kung Lao brushed your hair away from your face and breathed a sigh of relief. “God, you’re soaked.” He held your hair back. His hands were warm against your freezing skin. He was a comfort.

“You are too.” You tugged on his tunic and it suctioned to his skin even with the shirt underneath it. You saw the hint of a smile on his lips.

“You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” You averted your eyes but his thumb tilted your chin back up toward him. Then it traced over your lower lip and any breath you regained left you. You hadn’t thought about how close you were until then. You were practically tangled up in each other’s arms in the mud of the fight pit. Thunder grumbled in the distance and you got the shivers, eliciting a wider grin from Kung Lao. You rolled your eyes at his delight and he held you tighter. Thunder clapped louder as he bridged the gap between them to kiss you.

But you jumped at the thunder and he laughed, laughed so hard that you thought you saw him tear up. He then buried his face against you shoulder and held you tight against him. You smiled and let your hands brush over the back of his neck. You laughed and then he leaned back up and smiled down at you fondly. Sometimes he gave you this look like he couldn’t believe you were real. You supposed you did that to him sometimes too.

Then he held out his left hand and with a snap his hat was summoned back to him. He placed it atop his head, fingers again brushing over the brim. You were pulled close, you were protected from the rain by his brim, though it did drip down the back of your neck instead, making you shiver.

“We should get you out of the rain,” he whispered.

“Probably.” You made to get up but instead he lifted you into his arms and cradled you.

“I’ll take you back to your room.”

“I can walk, Lao. I’m okay now… it was just…”

“You passed out, Y/N.” Kung Lao gave you a reassuring squeeze and you swatted his chest but then leaned your head on his shoulder. He carried you from the fight pit and then set you on your feet in the hallway. He dusted you off like that would help considering you were muddy and soaked. “Not hurt at all, are you?”

“I’m fine, Lao. I just overexerted myself.”

“I pushed you.”

“You always push me. That’s just who you are.” You shoved his shoulder but he barely budged. “I’m absolving you of blame.”

“What?”

“I should have stopped you when I got dizzy. I kept going anyway. That’s on me, Lao.” You patted his forearm gently and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I don’t understand my limits yet. I’ll get better at it. Besides that, I like that you push me. Sometimes I hesitate and I need that push.”

“Oh? Is that so?” He grinned from ear to ear and you rolled your eyes at him. “I’ll keep that in mind. Y/N likes to be pushed.”

“She can also push back, Kung Lao.”

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300 followers writing festival!

thank you for following me! here’s a little writing festival I made, I put together a list of prompts, sfw / nsfw, that dialogue or ideas. I hope you’re satisfied with this list! let’s have fun

guidelines : Plz send a prompt + sf9 member! you can send more than one prompt per scenario, you can mix prompt idea along with dialogue prompt! you can request as many scenarios as you want.

open until august 13th!

sfw prompts:

fluff:

1. character calling their love interest ''my love'' or ''babe''

2. character taking their lover's hand during a stressful situation

3. two characters comparing hand sizes

4. watching s/o asleep in admiration

5. crying over how lucky you are to be loved by your lover

6. wearing your lover's clothes

7. kissing in the rain

8. winning a stuffed animal at an amusement park

9. spending the night together; sleepover for the first time (sfw)

10. falling asleep while watching a movie together

11. Going furniture shopping

12. Adopting a pet

13. Showering together (sfw)

14. Cooking together

15. Best friends but everyone thinks you’re dating

16. i know it's late, but -- can i kiss you good night?''

17. I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

18. “where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you” (humours, as a joke)

19. “alright daddy long legs, next joke please”

20. “Talk to me, I’m here for you”

21. Cuddling by the fireplace

22. On a trop together/ First trip together

angst:

let me know which ending you want

1. enemies to lovers kissing for the first time, and it's a tender kiss

2. crying yourself to sleep, your lover holding you close, trying to comfort you

3. comforting after a nightmare (pls specify who’s having the nightmare)

4. Best friend!AU. you just got dumped. you don't want to be alone, so you ask your best friend if you can stay the night, telling them you'll take the couch. your best friend convinces you to sleep in their bed, and as you snuggle closer to them, desperate for some comfort, they're surprised at first, but then pulls you into their arms

5. Enemies to lovers

6. it’s been months since we broke up and i just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you (+who found)

7. kissing your lover one last time before parting ways, cherishing the last few moments of their lips against yours because you know it’s the last time you’ll ever get to kiss them

8. “You can’t tell that I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”

9. Have you ever loved me? You know what, don’t say anything , we all know the answer.”

10. “Can I convince you to stay?”

11. “Thank you for everything, now leave.”

12. “Hello? I miss you”

13. “I had been in love with you for my entire life and you decided to love me back when I finally gave up.”

14. “We aren’t meant to be, can’t you tell?”

15. “ you're beautiful. you're so beautiful. “ “ you don't mean that. “ “ i do. “

16. ” you are by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me. ”

17. “You destroyed me”

18. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong”

other:

•jealousy (pls specify); can be sfw or nsfw.

•friends with benefits

nsfw prompts under the cut

smut prompts (send emoji+number)

you can also add dialogue prompt

🍦

1. Heavy kissing/heavy makeout

2. Dry humping/clothed sex

3. First time

4. Oral sex

5. Doggy style

6. Trying a new position

7. Phone/video sex

8. Mutual masturbation

❤️

1. Extensive talking during foreplay and sex

2. Body worship

3. Romantic lighting/set up by one partner

4. Massage

5. First “I love you”

6. Slow, patient foreplay/sex

7. Heavy eye contact

8. Spooning position

9. Safe word use

😂

1. Laughing

2. Fumbling, tickly, giggly sex

3. Giving a failed striptease/lap dance

4. Watching porn together and making fun of the actors/scenes

5. Distracting the other with sex

6. goofy, full of jokes and giggles

7. Cockwarming

🔥

1. Rough sex

2. Pegging/strapons

3. Toys

4. Sloppy, dirty sex

5. Jackhammering

6. Face-fucking

7. bondage

8. orgasm denial

9. begging

     

 🏞

1. In the practice room

2. Knowing someone else can hear

3. Against a wall

4. In a car

5. In a shower

6. In front of/by a mirror

7. On a specific holiday (prompter’s choice)

8. In a bath tub

random smutty dialogue prompts:

1. “I may or may not have left some….marks.”

2. “Here? Now?”

3. “We’re just friends” “friends don’t do this type of shit”

4. “make me”

5. “I want the whole neighbourhood to hear you scream”

6. “Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

7. “You'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."

8. “You look good all soaking wet."

9. “Touch yourself for me”

10. “Take off your clothes, now”

11. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone?”

12. “Please? It’ll be good! I promise”

13. “You’re so much beautiful with something in your mouth”

14. “You look so hot between my legs”

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