#sneaky Silver

[starker-sorbet]

Peter getting rid of his lovers hair dye so that Tony's grey starts to show and that he starts to look more and more like the silver fox he naturally is.

@fluffbruary 2024 day 25 : fox | twilight | sweat

#starker #fluffbruary 2024 #fox #silver fox #sneaky peter #smug peter #moodboard #my moodboard #peter parker is an adult here

[siphoklansan]

8, 14, and 19 for the oc ask?

Anan doesn’t dislike any characters in TWST, but he is a little bit jealous of Silver! He wants to have animals flock around him too :((

I think it is self-explanatory💀

Charin doesn’t like careless people- like Floyd. So they don’t get along well. But there’s also another reason, which is because Floyd flocks around Sippy a lot and Charin has a protective-brother streak from that 😭

If Sippy were to dislike anyone, it’d be the whole NRC /hj She has high morals and the majority of them are kind of morally grey.

BUTTT aside from Crowley, she doesn’t really like Azul in the aspect that he’s really sneaky with deals and stuff, and takes advantage of people sometimes.

number 14: what are you ocs grades like? ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Anan: Straight As, bro never disappoints‼️

Charin: also straight As, maybe an -A from time to time, he’s the type of guy that doesn’t study and still get good grades

Sippy: a B or C 🥹, but her History of Magic grades and PE is good tho!

number 15: do your ocs trust crowley? ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Anan: He question’s Crowley’s actions. Does he trust Crowley? Partially. He’s suspicious of the guy.

Charin: He doesn’t like how slack Crowley is with NRC’s security and stuff. Charin doesn’t expect anything from Crowley so he doesn’t trust Crowley that much.

Sippy: Yes. But in an unhealthy-daddy-issues typa way. He’s like a dead beat dad, and she keeps thinking he’d make a change but he doesn’t.

TYSM FOR THE ASK TOASTY!!🥹💖🫶🫶 I had so much fun with this!!<3333

#twisted wonderland #twst #✰siphok-moots✰ #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #Dire Crowley #twst crowley #twst silver #silver vanrouge #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst floyd #floyd leech #before anyone comes at me in the reblogs #for talking about azul that way #I know azul is a good guy in some aspects #but im not down with the sneaky-deals shebang #☂︎︎​siphok-museum☂︎︎

[special-mooon]

Sophomores time (minus any dorm leaders, thats in the other poll)

The other polls down here 🫡🫡🫡

Dorm Leaders // 1st years // 3rd years

#For me its gonna be Ruggie #we got that #Grew up poor and will buy things as cheap as possible while also trying to make money #type of energy #plus I used to be a sneaky kid and borrowed lots of things from the store #if you catch my drift #I’m a changed person (no im not) #twised wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twst polls #ruggie bucchi #twst silver #jamil viper #jade leech #floyd leech #twst y/n #twst mc

[tinyfantasminha]

Since it's confirmed that Fairy Gala IF will have basically the same storyline as the first one, it's just gonna be like this in a nutshell;

Jack: I don't feel good about stealing even if it's for a good cause

Ace: ARE U SHITTING ME

Silver: This reminds me that my father once told me a story about the time when he stole a cursed artifact from another dimension about 400 years ago

Ortho: *being brilliant talented amazing ethereal and the fairies can't take their gazes off of him go go baby you are wonderful we are so proud of you*

#twisted wonderland #twst meme #twst shitpost #jack howl #ace trappola #twst silver #ortho shroud #pls i cant wait to see ace clowning jack and they both getting too worked up and end up ruining the mission bc theyre dorks #and silver just being like the halloween event and telling cursed stories about lilia 😭 #ITS GONNA BE A DISASTER PLSELESPS #JACK CANT BE SNEAKY FOR SHIT AND ACE IS GONNA FUCK UP SOMEHOW 😭 #twst event #fairy gala

[yenforfairytales]

Do you think Terry would enjoy being married? Is that something he ever wanted? I know he never did get married in canon but like... who could he trust?? His own girlfriend in CK laughed at the idea. Ouch.

My Silverusso heart thinks he'd love every nuance that comes with being a husband and marriage. And we know Daniel is awesome at it. And while I don't ship Cobra Husbands-- I mean--

Terry has always wanted unconditional love(although at this point maybe he doesn't think it exists). Complete unwavering loyalty and someone tied to him forever. Is that not a marriage??

It should sound perfect to a guy like him. And while he might regret not having children in terms of legacy, I wonder if he regrets not building a life with someone over the years too. Or maybe he was content alone.

But he sure does treat every rejection like he's being divorced.

A Silver Scorned.

#plus Kreese feels like the kind of guy that would discourage his friend from getting married #and i imagine when Terry and Daniel fight they get really petty and mess with each other #kreese: he threw all your clothes over the balcony? because you chased him around the house with a spider? #terry: after he put itching powder on my dick yea. don't worry. i put all the cups on the top shelf and hid his step stool. #kreese: this is healthy? #terry: i don't have time to explain the intricacies of marriage to you. #the only solution is for Kreese to join the fray #suddenly krilverusso #it's sneaky like that #terry silver #daniel larusso #john kreese #silverusso #cobra husbands #krilverusso #my post

[zebracakesarecopingmechanisms]

6 year old me was actually so right for fixating so intensely on C-3PO. One decade later and he’s still a skrungly pathetic little beast of man.

debilitating anxiety and bad knees? AND he’s gay?? just like me fr

#so what if I copypasted my personality from a droid when I was a child. what of it. #nah that doesn’t seem right im a silver tone person; gold doesn’t look right with my complexion #have I mentioned that my knees click whenever I crouch? #i could never be an rpg character in a stealth challenge. the cracking would alert the guards #like whenever im just walking around normally not trying to be sneaky I tend to just spawn into rooms and scare people by accident #but when someone’s asleep and I’m actively trying to be quiet?? snap crackle pop babeyy #C3PO #threepio #Star Wars #sw c3po #c3po sw #star wars c3po #c3po Star Wars #🤡.txt #sorry for talking so much in the tags. it’ll definitely happen again #my sleep meds are kicking in

[dittolicous]

tryin to think up human disguises for the zorua sisters like hmmmm. kinda wanna give em deep red hair instead of black or white, to show them focusing on how they're the same instead of how they're different

(big sister has pulled this once or twice so it ain't her first rodeo jackin someone else's style)

#ditto rambles #catching trains fic #gunna be sneaking after ingo n emmet #gotta be sneaky! #surely no one will notice to little red heads with zorua tails following the subway masters from a distance #big sister goes with short hair while little goes with long but in pigtails #cuz of how mych longer hisuian zoruas tuft is #idk dont mind me #the cheesy lover in me wants to give them silver hair because little sister will settle for nothing less #while big sis likes changing things up #ok ill shut up now #PROMISE ILL GET ANOTHER CHAPTER OUT SOON

[true-blue-sonic]

Who among Espio and Silver is better at giving surprise kisses? Or can they both tell they're coming ahead of time?

It would heavily depend on what the kissee if doing; if he's asleep, it's of course easy to drop a surprise kiss on him. When awake and alert, not so much, since especially Espio but also Silver have various means to survey their surroundings. But I can see them make a game out of who is best at sneaking a kiss onto their respective beloved! Silver of course can fly and teleport and thus can inflict a hit-and-run kiss on Espio easily, but Espio has patience and the ability to turn invisible. So the battle is not yet swayed in either's favour!

Lmao, it would be very cute if Silver is just musing like It's been a while since I saw Espio, where is heWAIT and then bam at that very moment he gets an invisible kiss pressed right on his forehead <3 Similarly, Espio knows something is up when Silver mysteriously disappears towards another room for a few seconds and then pops into existence in front of him to peck his cheek! So they quickly learn to tell when they could potentially get Surprise Kissed, while simultaneously trying to expand their means of surprising. Vector and Charmy are keeping score and making bets in the background!

#they have a pretty similar score so far but I think Espio would be a *bit* better at it #because he can be more sneaky than Silver and Silver's surveying of his surroundings depend on his powers #so if he is not actively checking his surroundings out he cannot know if Es is about to strike with a kiss #whereas Espio seems far more like the type to always keep half an eye on what is happening around him and thus sees through- #-any of Silver's Sneaky Kiss Attempts far more easily lol #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver

[tabswrites]

Don’t mind me just casually dropping spoilers for 1/3 of my WIP

#to be fair most of it won’t be referenced for a WHILE #so I have time to be sneaky if I want to be #silver sentinels #wip: tomb of light #tess talks

[citrinekay]

As a skilled liar himself, I think Silver knew exactly which crew member took the last of the rations but he also knew that nobody else would be able to tell the difference and allowing the rest of the men to speculate about whether or not they hung the right man for the crime would cause its own set of issues .... but he also cannot bring himself to kill two people in cold blood, one of whom is totally innocent :(

#he's a good boy in his heart and soul under all the sneaky snake behavior and trauma :( #john silver #black sails s3 rewatch

[lupismaris]

ok legit question how long is too long without any dialogue like

is almost 4k too long for y’all to read without any dialogue

asking for a friend etc

#silver is purposely avoiding people and conversation so like #i mean i guess i can #no i should make some of this dialogue #sighs #i thought it'd be easier to just power through his sneaky sneaking without it but i don't know how other people do with lots of exposition

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Well now I gotta go and pin this thing

I make fanfic shaped things for whatever fandom is gnawing at my brain at any given moment.

Most of them are posted on AO3 and can be found here.

It doesn't take long to figure out which characters/ships I favor because I will, on occasion, not shut up about them. And they will appear in the aforementioned fic-shaped things.

"You're Mookie everywhere else but Tumblr...so what's the deal with the sacks?"

This is the deal with the sacks.

I like cats and believe there is no such thing as a bad pun and I accidentally Rick-rolled myself somehow at work today so this is the high quality content you will find here.

(Credits: banner by Jane.)

#it's the Equestrian Club by the way #and by that I mean Silver Sebek and Riddle #in case you thought I meant something else #the Diasomnia brainrot is so real #also Gentaro #I love that pretty pretty liar #and the rest of Fling Posse #also Floyd #if you talk to me about any of my faves I will be all sparkly eyed #I will ramble to my heart's content #then will go off on a tangent #then circle back to where I left off #did I mention how much I love Silver and Sebek #and Floyd and Riddle #and Gentaro and Dice #my sneaky way of listing my ships #my OTPs are very Do Not Separate #I do my best to mute my NoTPs #we can all like different things #water is not wet #which is unrelated to every other tag #but it’s still not wet

[pseudowho]

The Wristwatch

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You had not known you were Nanami Kento's girl, until the Wristwatch Incident.

In truth, your affection had been brewing so slowly, you had not known if you were imagining it.

You had not realised you were in love with Kento, until he leaned in close, and you smelled the smoky, wood-rich warmth of him. Until you found yourself nursing stomach-dropping disappointment, if your phone pinged and it wasn't him. Until you woke up in cold sweats, the memory of the dream of his skin on yours so vivid that your heartbeat throbbed between your legs.

You couldn't accept it. It couldn't be love, when he did not love you back. And yet...that intoxicating dance continued, while your head dipped in denial...blinkered.

The extra coffee that would be slid over the desk to you, by a strong, gentle hand. The late night phonecalls, decompressing from the stress of your missions. The occasional dinner in each others' company, because, well...we both need to eat? Why not eat together?

You were afraid to label it; afraid to lose the soft skirting intimacy that you had. Nanami Kento was a hard man to gauge; alternately sincere and distant, warm and cool, closely familiar and objectively analytical. He kept you at arms' length; close enough to brush fingertips, but far enough that you could run...if you wanted. And you never did.

You had gone shopping, together, one balmy spring afternoon. You both needed new clothes...so why not together? It makes sense, really. Nothing else in it, I'm sure. Just friends. He doesn't feel that way about me, anyway.

He had insisted upon Ginza Shopping Mall. You balked at the exquisitely-expensive-upmarketness of it, but you could never deny him, for fear of losing this time together. You had perused for new earrings, your belly clenching at the many zeroes on every pricetag. He had ambled over to another counter, just browsing, and there for quite some time.

"See anything you like?" That deep-roast voice broke you out of your reverie. You looked up, into twinkling hazel eyes, and blushed. Yes, you. One of you, Kento, please and thank you.

"No," you scoffed, turning your back on the jewellery, and walking towards the shop door, "too cheap for me. I couldn't possibly be seen wearing them."

Kento laughed, slipping a box into his pocket, and walking just close enough to send your brain into a spiral. You barely functioned through lunch. Kento remained, as ever, a gentleman.

As he drove you to your door, and you bid him a flustered goodnight, you felt that same big, warm hand on your arm, holding you back to him.

"Wait," Kento insisted, "I have...something. For you. Open it when you're home." He pressed a smooth, embossed box into your hands. You could not see what it was, under the glossy paper sleeve. You opened your mouth to chastise Kento, and he interrupted smoothly.

"It's your birthday soon. Consider it an early gift. You couldn't possibly refuse...?" One raised, fine eyebrow. That cool, impassive gaze. You pouted. Sneaky old goat.

"Alright. You win this time, Kento...but I'll get you back," you had promised. He had simply smiled indulgently, stepped out to open your door, and watched you until you were inside.

With trembling hands, you slid the smooth paper cover off the box, and your stomach somersaulted.

Tag Heuer.

"No...Kento-- you didn't," you hushed to yourself, rushing to open the box.

You fumbled an exquisite silver, blue-faced women's watch out of the box. It seemed, somehow, familiar. You couldn't possibly. You knew the pricetag on these. Even the packaging was too expensive for you.

With one hand over your mouth and a pounding little heart, you sent Kento a text with shaky hands;

Nanami Kento. Absolutely not. Take it back.

A few anxious minutes, pacing, looking at the watch resting on the table and gasping each time. Three small dot dot dots...dot dot dots...and a response.

Sorry. Lost the receipt. It will look good on you.

Squeaking and grinning to yourself, you tried the watch on. You took it off. You paced. You tried it on again. You fell back onto your bed, legs kicking, and hands over your face.

Every further refusal you send to Kento, was flatly ignored. He left you on read all night.

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The next day, at work, you couldn't help but notice the looks you were receiving. They weren't bad looks, certainly, more...surprise? Happy acceptance? Knowing smiles? Each person the same; glancing to your watch, eyebrows raising, and searching your face with a grin. You didn't understand it.

Over lunch, Shoko reached over to you, a coffee in her other hand, and tapped the new watch on your wrist.

"Couples' watches now, hmm?" She smirked. You frowned, questioning. Shoko scoffed at you, as if you were playing coy, when you didn't even know the rules of the game. Shoko's smile didn't falter once.

You confronted Kento later that afternoon, dragging him into a dusty narrow corridor, and holding the watch up to him with fighting eyes.

Kento's heart burst with pride, biting his lip with a sly smile, and taking your wristwatched hand in his own. He tipped your arm back and forth, admiring the watch on your wrist from all angles, with a lovesick sigh. You suddenly recalled, with flushed cheeks, where you had seen such a similar wristwatch before.

Kento watched your mental gymnastics with a slowly growing smile. You almost caught on fire as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing an adoring kiss to the back of your knuckles.

"Wondered how long you'd take to notice," Kento rumbled, eyed closed and nuzzling his nose against your fingers, "that you're my girl. And always have been."

#jjk #kento nanami #jjk nanami #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento #pseudowho #nanami fluff #nanami headcanons #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento nanami x y/n #nanami #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you

[otto-s-alskling]

TF141 X Fem!Reader

"Dress Up"

Shopping for disguises is something that the Taskforce sometimes dreads and sometimes are excited about. But when the mission called for having you dressed up for the supposed Gala that you are all to attend to, they immediately scrambled to the nearest boutique to find the best gown for you.

The four men sat at the dress boutique, an odd bunch as the sales lady assisting you was inside the changing room to help with the lacing and fixing up the dress. So far, the picks have been good, none of them totally into it because some have been a

... Questionable.

Soap chose a dark navy blue dress that showed so much of your back, which in return immediately got him hit on the back of his head by Ghost.

Gaz chose a rose colored dress but the slit reached almost your hip and Price couldn't have shoved you back in the changing stall so fast to hide you.

Price chose a red dress, a quite regal looking one that's a halter neckline and a glittery mermaid style that got a few appreciative nods.

Ghost, however, picked something that no one else expected him to ever choose. It wasn't goofy or ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.

You stepped out the changing stall, blushing, as you stared at the mirrors and the men all froze, especially Ghost. The three immediately looked at the masked man before looking at you again and they all sported a red shade on their cheeks and ears, refusing to look away from you.

Ghost chose a dress with sweetheart neckline, slightly fitted at the top with a sparkly plain skirt. Nothing too flared or anything but still gorgeous on you. Was even nice enough to get you a silver belt too. The fucking color of the dress? White.

Ghost picked a wedding dress for you to try on.

Imagination ran wild between the men before you cleared your throat. "I don't think I'll wear this one... Cause..." Your voice trailed off when they didn't even move a muscle, just busy gazing at you.

Nobody answered for a moment before Price clears his throat. "That uhm... Looks great, love but not for this occasion. I think we should get the halter one. You pick the color."

I nodded and went to the sales lady, leaving the men in awe at what they just saw. Ghost looked at Soap who was grinning as he held up his phone. Sneaky Scottish bastard managed to take pictures and Gaz immediately requested for a few copies, making Price chuckle.

Secured with the dark blue version of the halter dress and the same silver belt that Ghost picked, the team headed out of the boutique.

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Ghost went back the next day, and bought the dress he picked and a veil himself,gazing at his new phone wallpaper of you in the very same dress. You never know when you might need it ;3

#call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #tf 141 #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john price #soap x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #gaz x reader #gaz x you #price x reader #captain price #price #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2

[katsu28]

lucky charm

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: lando finds comfort in your presence as doubt starts to creep in before a race (2k)

warnings: minimal swearing

a/n: hi i know i'm still super new here and i'm not even sure if i'm actually going to start writing rpf but i think about this motherfucker 24/7 now and this came to me in a dream <3 let's ignore the actual way he got his ring necklace okay? okay!

“No one saw you come in, right?” 

Lando let the door close behind him gently, a total opposite to the quickest few steps you’d ever seen him take across the small driver’s room, and he leaned over to kiss you, hard. 

You let out a squeak of surprise at the force of it, but had no hesitation in kissing him back as soon as your body caught up with your brain, arms looping around his neck to bring him down and closer to you.

Lando’s knees hit the cushions on either side of you, hands doing the same on the leather backrest, clumsy as all hell but twice as determined not to let his mouth leave yours. 

Your fingers knocked the McLaren cap right off his head as they moved into his hair, clutching at his chocolate curls on instinct like you’d done so many times before. But never here, never before one of Lando’s races, and certainly never at the risk of being caught by anyone in the facility at any given moment. 

It didn’t seem to matter to Lando, though, with the way he was kissing you like he was parched and you were the only thing that could quench his thirst. 

But given the rather frantic series of texts you’d received from him that got you here in the first place, you weren’t at all too surprised. You knew how nervous Lando got before races, and if there was something you could do, you’d never hesitate to be there for him. Especially since you were able to make it to this one. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled between kisses, panting against your lips. Somehow he’d managed to switch positions so he was the one on the sofa now and you were sitting on his lap, straddling his hips as you continued your rather sloppy makeout session. “Yeah, yeah, we’re good. ‘M sneaky like that.” 

“Had a lot of practice at this, have you?” 

“No!” It was almost comical how fast he pulled away from you to blurt out his answer. “No, not at all. I don’t know why I said that, I—” 

“I was just kidding, bub.” You chuckled, smoothing the pad of your thumb across his kiss-swollen bottom lip fondly. Lando grinned sheepishly, giving your waist a playful little pinch. You’d never get over the way he looked at you, like you were the only other person to exist in the world—especially when he was under you like this, and especially with those eyes. His baby cow eyes, you always called them. 

Even so, Lando was extremely tense, you could tell. He tended to get very in his head before races, probably why he asked you to come meet him so close to the green flag, to help him quell his nerves a little. He always said you helped him more than anything else ever could. 

“I have something for you.” You said softly. 

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He leaned back against the cushion, happily accepting the chaste kiss you pressed to his lips before you bounced off his lap and over to where your bag was sitting. 

You rummaged around in it for a few moments until you found what you were looking for, a triumphant grin on your face as you made your way back over to an intrigued Lando. This time you settled next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. His hand came to rest on your knee immediately. 

“Open it.” You urged, pressing the small black bag into his waiting palm. He undid the drawstring carefully, beaming even before he got a look at what was inside. That smile only grew bigger as he poured the contents of the bag into his hand. 

A thin silver chain, joined together at the ends with two interlocking rings, sleek and silver just like the rest of the necklace. Upon closer inspection, he saw numbers etched into the inside of each one. One of them, Lando recognized instantly as the date of your anniversary. The other looked like a set of coordinates, but he wasn’t too great at geography, so he looked to you for an explanation. 

“The place we first met.” 

“You looked up the coordinates of that tiny little restaurant? Nerd.” He chuckled, artfully dodging the swat you aimed his way at his teasing remark.

“It could be, like, your new lucky charm or something.” You shrugged, watching him turn the rings around carefully between his fingers. 

Lando glanced up, bumping your shoulder with his gently. “I’ve already got one.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s you.” 

“Me?” 

“I like knowing you’re watching me. Even though I can’t see you, or even if you’re not here, knowing I’ve got you cheering me on from wherever you are helps. I think it makes me a better driver.” 

“Lan, you’re already a great driver.. You don’t need me for you to know that.” 

“I know. I just—it keeps me focused. To know you’re there.” He said softly, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “And now with this, I can have a piece of you with me whenever. Here, help me put it on.” 

“You can’t wear it under your suit, Lando, even I know that.”

“Alright, well, I’ll figure it out later. C’mon, put it on me.” Lando leaned forward, giving you space to bring the chain up over his head and around his neck. He even managed to sneak in another kiss whilst you followed the silver down to where the rings rested just below his collarbones. Your fingers stroked at the warm skin there, the cold of the metal contrasting.

“It looks good on you.” 

Lando melted like a popsicle on a hot summer day under your touch, smiling so big at you that you could hardly believe this was the same boy who had other drivers trembling in their fireproofs. He hoisted you back into his lap effortlessly, nosing at your pulse point a bit before smacking a kiss to your cheek when you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “You look good on me.” 

“That was so bad. Like, really bad. I get why they call you Lando Norizz now.” 

“What?! Bad? That was so fucking smooth!” He huffed, going from looking completely smitten to entirely offended. “And I happen to have lots of rizz, thank you very much. I practically ooze rizz, love.” 

“I take it back.” You replied solemnly, patting Lando’s cheek. “That was worse.” 

“You’re so mean to me. I don’t know why I even put up with this harassment!” 

“Always so dramatic, you.” 

“I’ve got to be! How else would I be able to withstand this abuse?” 

You scoffed playfully and moved to climb off him, opting to keep a safe enough distance away so you wouldn’t be tempted to kiss him stupid. Then he’d really be late. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for, driver boy?” 

“I am,” He said earnestly, tucking his hands behind his head. You arched a skeptical brow, hands propped on your hips. 

“By hiding out in here with me?” 

“You know what they say—calm the mind, and the body will follow.” 

“I’ve literally never heard anyone say that.” 

“Well maybe people should start!” 

You huffed out an amused chuckle, crossing your arms. “Are you ready?” 

A sudden silence  blanketed the tiny room, Lando’s non response giving you all you needed to know. 

He reached out for you with a pout that you’d never been quite able to resist, fingers beckoning you back over longingly, like you were too far away for his liking. You gave in almost immediately despite previously wanting to give him space, trudging over with an overexaggerated roll of your eyes and letting yourself be pulled back onto his lap yet again. 

“I’ll be alright.” He answered finally, taking your hand in his. He fiddled with your fingers, tracing along each digit languidly and then circling his thumb over your palm—once, twice, a third time. 

This, something you’d learned quite early on in your relationship with Lando, was one of his many versions of self-soothing. The repetition of his actions proved rather calming to him, and it certainly helped that he got to feel your skin against his. 

His brows drew together in thought, furrowed and tense until you pushed your thumb into the wrinkle between them, smoothing out the scrunch. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist loosely. 

“You’re gonna do great, you know.” You insisted. 

He offered you as good of a smile as he could muster. “Yeah. I know.”  

“You’re gonna do your best, and whatever happens, you’ve got so many people who’ll be proud of you no matter what.”

“I don’t know if it’s enough.” Lando blurted, scratching at a patch on his suit. “I’ve been racing for years, and I still have no wins to show for it. It’s not fair to my team, it’s not fair to the fans. It’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend who can’t fucking drive for shit.” 

“Lando, I’m not with you because of your job.” You said shortly, pressing your lips into a thin, unamused line. “And quite frankly, I feel hurt that you could even think I was.” 

Lando was quick to soothe, shaking his head frantically. He took both your hands in his, squeezing. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, it’s just—I get in my head a lot. And I start to overthink, and shit comes out of my mouth that I don’t mean. I know you’re not like that, I do. I’m sorry.” 

You softened, sighing. “You could never win a race, ever, and I'd still love you all the same.”

He snorted. “Well, I’d like to win one at some point.” 

“What I meant was, I can’t speak for everyone else, but my pride for you has nothing to do with how well you do on the track, my love.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I’m proud of you because you’re you. You’re kind and you work hard, and you try your best at everything you do. Even if the outcome isn’t what you expected, you keep at it. You keep going. That’s one of the reasons why I love you, that’s why I’m so proud of you.” 

“I’m stupid.” He groaned, tipping his head back against the couch cushions. You simply made a noise of agreement. “You’re too good to me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, you really need to go back to the garage. I’m sure Oscar’s sent out a search party for you at this point.” You said firmly, giving his chest a sharp poke. Lando groaned again but made to get up, shifting your legs off him so he could climb to his feet. 

“Fine. Just kick me out of my own room, why don’t you?” He huffed dramatically, swiping his hat off the floor and jamming it back over his hair. You aimed a fake kick towards him, stifling a giggle when he caught your foot and pretended to undo your laces. “Kiss?” 

“You need to leave, Lando,” You whined, batting him away gently. “I refuse to be the reason you’re late.” 

“One more. Just one more for good luck and I promise I’ll leave.” He insisted, expression pleading. You grumbled something unintelligible, reaching up begrudgingly to bring him down for one last kiss. 

Lando smiled against your lips, snaking a hand around the back of your neck to keep you in place a few beats longer than you intended. You practically had to unstick yourself from him, giving him a little shove towards the door so he’d actually leave. 

Immediately, he whirled around. “Wait, wait—”

“Lando! Go!” 

“No, no, hold on, it’s important.” He slipped his newfound chain over his head, rubbing his thumb over both rings before holding it out towards you. “Keep this safe for me?” He asked earnestly, pressing the necklace into your hands. “Can’t have my lucky charm getting lost already, can I?” 

“Give ‘em hell, number four.” You smiled, donning the necklace yourself. He beamed, blowing you a kiss as he backpedaled down the hall. "Number four on the track, number one in my heart!"

You could hear his infectious laughter echoing even as he retreated around the corner.

Lando would be fine. And if he wasn’t, he’d bounce back, like he always did. And you’d be there to support him every step of the way, like you always were. 

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Hey lovely, I just want to say I love your bucky fics and especially dark bucky fics, it just hits the spot and it's so good so keep up the great work love. Now i'm not sure if you're still taking requests if so could you please do one of reader wearing absolutely nothing but bucky's army dog tag and him seeing reader like this makes him go feral.

And if you don't want to that's perfectly fine and i hope you have a great day/night and keep up the great work love 💕

Thank you so much! I am so happy that you like them and I know it's been a hot minute but the way this ask short circuited my brain omg!!!

Warning(s): Dark!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, sir kink, use of makeshift leash, choking, rough p-in-v, power imbalance, m!dom, f!sub, puppy kink, humping, dumbification, cock riding, mention of somnophilia. Browse at your own discretion. Contains dark and mature 18+ content. Minors do not interact. 

Bucky was honestly skeptical at first. 

As you were still getting used to your new home he knew better than to fully trust you. 

But you were just so fucking irresistible and adorable. 

Sometimes he didn't know just what to do with you.

"Just trust me, sir!" Your tone was determined but demeanor shy when you had hurriedly pecked his lips and scurried off into the walk-in wardrobe after prying his hands off you. 

The night was quite silver with the moon on full display, the inside of your room dimly lit as Bucky took a swig of his chilled after dinner beer. 

When you took longer than was comfortable for him doing whatever it was that you were doing, he called out to you. 

"Puppy? What's taking so–"

The older man's voice locked in his throat and he had to do a double take when you did appear. 

Your cheeks were a bright red as you nibbled on your bottom lip, hips swaying but posture stiff as you came into his view. 

Bucky's hand reached for his neck in realization when he noticed the article– the only article on your otherwise nude body.

You sneaky little thing. 

He had been so busy and stressed because of his recent mission that he hadn't noticed when you had slipped his dog tags off him. 

A small smirk made its way on his face as he felt his cock harden instantly, feeling his head spin a little at the seductive way you leaned against the doorframe of the wardrobe, toying with the chain in as much a sexy manner as you could muster.

Just like that, Bucky made his resolve. 

Even if you had been sneaky (and he would definitely have to do something about it to nip it in the bud), it had been to give him a show. 

And who was Bucky to refuse you finally coming around and doing something out of your own free will. 

Or, at least, as free as it could get given your rather coercive circumstances. 

"Come here, puppy" his voice was dark and strained as he held back pouncing on you with all the force in his body and crushing you with the violent passion that was surging like electric currents within his being right now. 

He always held back on you for he knew you were far too fragile to take his raw might. 

"Y- Yes sir…" You obediently answered like you had been trained to do so as you made your way to your captor and owner. 

Bucky bit his lip as he sipped on his drink again, reaching out towards you before he twirled the dog tags around the index finger of his metal arm and gently pulled you in, resuming his earlier position on the bed. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as your lips brushed against his. He had brought you in until you were bending over his form. Your heart was starting to thrum.

Excitement. Anxiety. Need.

"Puppy, you naughty, naughty fucking thing" Bucky rasped after making out with you a little. 

The older man didn't speak before he pressed his lips onto yours and when he transferred the beer in his mouth to yours, you knew why he hadn't praised you yet. 

The drink burnt its way down your throat.

Your nose scrunched a bit at the strong taste of his beer.

You weren't really allowed any adult beverages so they were almost foreign to your taste buds at this point. 

"N- Need you, sir~" you were becoming more and more hormonal by the day and the man wasn't complaining. 

"Is that why you put up this cute little show, huh? To seduce sir into playing with that sweet little pussy that's always so needy for him?" You couldn't help but lower your head and nod sheepishly, blushing under his dark and hungry gaze. "Aren't you becoming a cute little horndog?" 

He couldn't help but smirk at the way you whined under your breath, both aroused and embarrassed.

"Aw, you don't like that, puppy?" He gently tugged at the makeshift leash. "Don't want sir to tease you?" You softly pouted as you shook your head and avoided his gaze. "Awww…" Now his hand wrapped around the rest of the chain and he jerked your head closer. "Then what do you want, puppy?" 

"Y- You, sir…" You shyly looked up at him through your lashes although just for a second. "Want– need you… so, so bad."

"How bad, puppy?"

"Very bad, sir…"

He loosened up his grip but didn't let go of the silver chain. 

"Get on up here and show me." You didn't need to be told twice. 

"Yes sir!" You were eager as you scrambled onto his built thighs, whimpering out a shaky moan when your wet sex exposed itself due to your position and grazed against the material of his pants. "Oh…" A sound too vile for your personal comfort escaped you as you settled yourself on his lap, the upper half of your body being forced to bend towards him due to his hold on the chain. 

"You like that, my little baby puppy?" Your mouth was agape as you could only nod, your own thighs trembling as you begin to slowly rub yourself against the grainy fabric of Bucky's pants. 

"Love that, sir. Love it so much…" Your hand shakily grasped his metal one that was holding the chain for support, hips increasing their speed with this newfound stability and balance.

"Good puppy… good girl… good fucking girl" Bucky praised as he wrapped his hand around the chain once more, toying with one of your boobs with his other hand. "That's it, babygirl. Just like that… rub that slutty pussy all over my jeans like the desperate little toy that you are."

Fuck, he was too good with his soft, breathy praises as he stared up at you, mouth agape.

Your heavy breaths were restricted next and you could cum right there and then. As the oxygen slowly dissipated from your lungs, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched when he suddenly twisted one of your nipples, eliciting a loud squeak from you. 

When he finally let go of your windpipe and eased his hold on the chain, you whined upon coming to your senses when you realized that he'd lifted you off his lap. 

You needed him so bad. 

He was way too good at fucking you.

Though Bucky quickly shut you up with a wet kiss as he lowered you onto his cock next, remaining his hold on the dog tags all the while. 

Your hands were removed from his bicep and metal arm and bound behind your back with his free hand that wasn't guiding you with your makeshift leash. 

Bucky loved to restrain you; there was just something so hot seeing you tied up completely helpless at his mercy. 

"That's right, fuck yourself on my cock. You look so fucking pretty when you're all dumbed out like a silly little puppy slut up on my cock…" His words had you clenching as you rocked your hips, moaning as loud as you could, shame forgotten and disposed of. 

"P- Please…" You begged, too weak and sensitive to increase your pace but in desperate need to do so. "Please, sir… please… Need you… so bad… please…" Bucky tightened the chain one more time, this time not letting go until your flushed face had turned red, veins bulging out against the skin of your temples. "Th- Thank you, sir…" You whispered out like you'd been taught to do so. You were so close. Your head was about to split with emotion and anticipation of what was coming. "... L- Love you so much…" The man froze for a few moments. 

He had not taught you that yet.

As oxygen was allowed back in to your brain, you almost halted when you realized that Bucky was quietly staring up at you now and had let go of both the chain as well as your hands. 

Your brows furrowed, since you hadn't even realized what you had just confessed. "W- What's–" 

But the man beat you to it. 

Before you could ponder over it and possibly change your mind.

Bucky had tackled you onto your back.

The movement caused his thick cock to bang all the way inside your cavern, causing stars to appear in your vision. 

"I love you more, puppy." Trapping both your hands above your head like he had done you -mind and body-, he resumed his hold on the dog tags and began pounding into you like an actual animal. 

You best believe he did not stop for the rest of the night. 

So what if you passed out a couple times?

You loved him, so he was sure you didn't mind. 

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