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Could you do fic for Kimi Raikkonen with wife reader where she and their child being passenger prince and princess and he just brought them everywhere they want to go just to spend time together? Just something fluff and romantic. Tag me later. Thanks!!

All my time - Kimi Räikkönen x Wife! Reader + Child

Plot: You and your son, want to go shopping but of course you need your big manly husband to drive and escort you round the shops and carry your bags for you. And who is he to say no…

Credit to invisibleicewands for the GIF

"Baby, me and Arvo want to go shopping" you say to your husband and you dress up your little boy. You had him in a little racing jacket that Fernando's Kimoa line had made for him.

"Mmmmm!" he nods, watching the football on the TV not having actually taken in what you said.

"Hunny, I said we are going shopping!" you smile, patting at his arm a little to grab his attention more.

"Oh! I'll grab the keys then!" he nods turning the TV off and going to the kitchen counter. He grabs the keys to his car, before grabbing the snack bag.

He pulls you into a soft kiss before jogging down to the steps.

He goes to the car before you and your son Arvo setting up for the pair of you. He adds your blanket that he always kept in the boot of the car to the front seat and another one in the back by the car seat for your son.

He brings forward the water bottles and then puts the bag of snacks he grabbed in the footwell.

"Come on Arvo" you ask nicely as the toddler kicks at his shoes that he didn't want to put on.

"Mummy will buy you some new dinosaurs, yeah?" you ask looking down at him and he nods letting you slip the trainer on. You help him into it them and he grabs your hand. You walk to the garage opening the back door of the car, lifting him up into his car seat.

"Which Dinosaur will you get today?" you ask as you start to loop his arms through the double cross seat belt.

"Biggg Grrrrr" he says making some hand gestures that didn't look like anythi ng specific, just waving them around.

"Gonna get a scary one yeah. We'll have to make room on your shelf or daddy will have to put a new one in!" you smile as you finally buckle him up.

"I want cars too" he asks looking at you and you nod before kissing his forehead.

You jog round the front of the car, lifting the blanket up before sliding in and putting the blanket over you before crossing your seatbelt over and clicking it in place.

"Lets go!" you smile. You wrap the blanket tighter around you, Kimi's hand goes under the blanket just to place it gently on your thigh. He drives round the streets with one hand on the wheel and another on your leg.

You sip on your drink making light conversation with both Kimi and Arvo. Asking them what they had in mind for today, Arvo asking to go for ice-cream and the park. Kimi quietly asked if you could go to a sports bar to watch the race that started at 5pm.

You really wanted to go into Reiss to get the new x Mclaren line. You'd been a Mclaren fan, even when you first met Kimi you were a Mclaren fan, and you worked with them when you were younger as a PR manager before you met Kimi.

You guys went to the shopping center, Kimi and Arvo walked around watching as you picked stuff out that you wanted. Kimi held onto every bag you had from every store while you held hands with Arvo, he of course was a mummy's boy.

After lots of shopping, you and Kimi it would be best to tire Arvo out as much as possible before you went to the sports bar so he could sleep well.

When you pull up to the park, you'd grabbed the back of snacks, while Kimi took your son out letting him down softly onto the gravel. He opens the boot grabbing the blanket, football and emergency bag to take with him.

You take a walk around the lake that centered the park, Arvo was fascinated by the wildlife around him. He watched as the swans gilded through the water and when Kimi held him close enough to the water screeched in delight when his sight caught onto the large fish in there.

Halfway on the walk, Arvo had seen a bright pink ice-cream stand that immediately drew his interest in. He tried to run ahead of you and Kimi, but his father was quick to scoop him up onto his shoulder and hold him up there as you all went to get the frozen dessert.

You found a place to lay the blanket down and enjoy your ice-cream while it was still cold and un-melted.

Luckily Kimi had brought wipes with him, which with a toddler with a messy eating style was widely worth it and you both wiped around his chocolatey mouth getting rid it all.

The afternoon was spent you lounging around on the blanket reading a book Kimi had made sure to pack for you while he played football with your son. You sometimes gazed up looking at the pair, both flushed from the activeness of what they were doing.

As it started to get colder Kimi could tell you were starting to feel it and your son was getting sleepy. You decided to make the walk back to the park entrance. Kimi once again taking your son on his shoulders bouncing him every now and then making a small yet tired giggle reply.

You strapped him in the car while Kimi packed away, you tucked your boy under a blanket giving him his Dino teddy he so conveniently named Lando after his favorite driver.

You came in meeting Kimi at the same time both setting up for the drive to the bar, Arvo sleeping the whole way and being such a good boy. He was never a problem for you or Kimi, it really made you both want to try for another.

As you got to the bar, you and Kimi quietly woke up Arvo who had a newfound energy from his power nap in the back of the car able to watch the race.

He loved F1, and even though he was a little too young for karting rn, Kimi desperately wanted to coach his son. You all watched on, Arvo getting excited whenever the orange cars came up on screen.

Some people in the bar as per usual recognized you guys, however all remained respectful just happy to be watching a race with and F1 icon.

After the night was all wrapped up with a Redbull win and a double Mclaren podium that made you very very happy, Kimi drove you all home. Exhausted from the day both you and your son had fallen asleep on the car ride home.

And Kimi, he couldn't be happier with his life and his passenger princess and prince.

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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m.list - spencer reid (cont.)

masterlist #1

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you back out of sex with spencer

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you play with spencer's hair

spencer takes you on a first date

spencer wants to stay in with you

spencer sees you in a corset

your home life with spencer

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spencer kisses you in the field

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spencer's bad at bowling

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spencer spoiling you

museum date with spencer

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spencer makes you wear his tie

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spencer can't focus around you

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you're an artist and spencer's your muse

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spencer's bad at complimenting you

spencer's tired of his coworkers' teasing

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you laugh at spencer's jokes

spencer observes your unorthodox method of studying

spencer stumbles over asking you out

you and spencer find out you're having twins

you kiss spencer on the cheek

spencer catches you when you faint

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spencer x fairy!reader

spencer's too rough and you feel it in the morning

spencer tries out pet names on you

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Joel Miller Masterlist - NSFW

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tinydeskwriter · 2 months

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Lando NorrisxWolff!reader

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A/n: This is going to be a multi-chapters, most of the chapters won't be social midia or something. It is going to 'follow' the 2023 F1 season. Reader is Toto's eldest child by a fictitious ex- first wife. I just watched Break Point, with is another sport Netflix docuseries from the same producing company that makes DST, and since then I have this idea of a prodigy tennis player reader.

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GQ 10 things Y/n Wolff can’t live without

“Hi GQ, I am Y/n Wolff and here are my essentials.” The young woman opens her arms looking at the objects displayed on the table, before looking up and smiling to the camera.

# Sugar

“My trainer may not agree. My coaches may not agree. My performance coach may not agree. My parents definitely don’t agree.” She points out, “But I need sugar.” The young woman brings to the centre of the table a small pile of sweets, a tall cup of caffeinated drink and a can of Red Bull, “I live of sugar and… sugary things…”

“My day starts with this lovely peppermint iced mocha sweetened with vanilla sugar… a ton of vanilla sugar.” Y/n laughs taking a sip of her drink “I am weirdly obsessed with mint and chocolate combinations…” She comments looking at the camera, “I drink perhaps two or three of those per day,” The young woman then places her hand over the top of the Red Bull can, most people who follow her already know that she is an athlete sponsored by Red Bull, “sugar-free Red Bull, which ironically is sweeter than the regular one.” She puts her hand on the pile of chocolates, “Milk-chocolate, I am not going to lie and say that I eat the healthy stuff, I don’t, I have the taste buds of a child,” the tennis player smiles mischievously at the camera, “right now I am really into this Finnish chocolate, Geisha and the blue Fazer, daddy always keep those in his offices for me.” She wrinkles her nose a little, giving the camera a lovely—childish—smile.

“Aero Mint bar, Chocolate Orange, Maltesers, Bounty, Kinder, truffles…I'm honestly starting to wonder how we managed to get through customs.” She laughs looking at her entourage behind the cameras. “This is like… a fraction of what I usually travel with, this is more like what I have in my bag for the day.”

#Photos

Y/n played a little with a golden square object in her hand.

“I travel a lot, I am on the road from January to November playing at tournaments around the world, so I can’t always be surrounded or in touch with the people that I love,” she says in a slightly more serious tone, taking the golden case in her hands and pressing the button to open, showing pile of polaroid photos, “those are mini Polaroids, so I can bring them with me wherever I go, I keep them inside this vintage cigarette case that belonged to my maternal grandmother, she was a absolute rockstar and I miss her very much.” The camera takes a close-up on the golden case with rope motif and small colourful stones. “As I don’t smoke, I had to find another use for it.”

The first photo she shows is five adults together, smiling around a table, in what appears to be a ski resort.

“I have a very patchwork family, and somehow the adults in my life made it work…which I am very grateful for, not everyone is lucky to have so many amazing parents…so here I have my mum and my two other mothers, Stephanie and Susie, papa and my other father, Phillippe,” the second photo is her with a boy not much younger than her, two teenage girls and a small child in front of a Christmas tree, “my siblings, I have four, I am the eldest whatever way you go, huge flex,” the photo is followed by one of a pyjama party with several girls in matching pyjamas, and another of the tennis player with a blonde in front of the Eiffel Tower, “My gurls! This is my best friend, she is also my PA… so amazing to have someone I trust so much with me all the time…” a golden cocker spaniel with a crystal necklace, silk bows in its ears and a Gucci sweater appears on the screen, “this is Éclair Wolff, my emotional support dog aka my child, she actually goes with me mostly everywhere, but sometimes I leave her with my mum so she won’t be stressed by the long flights.”

She points to the next three photos, the first has the Mercedes drivers in Tommy Hilfinger, posing for the photo. “Lew and Georgie, the adopted older brothers I never asked for, but I love them.” The second photo has three other familiar faces making faces at the camera, “C2, my Ferrari boys, feat Pear, there is something wholesome about good looking men looking so silly, I love those guys and I love this picture, it is very on brand with them.” The tennis player smiles at the camera. “Sharls, Carlitos and Pear are three of the nicest guys I have ever met, it is truly a blessing be able to call them friends and having them in my life.”

McLaren driver Lando Norris, in his third or fourth season, apparently not even realizing he was having his photo taken, it's a spontaneous photo, the soft sunlight highlighting the driver's profile as he smiles.

“Because of karting, I’ve known Lando since I was a head taller than him, he was my first crush…he was so shy, so adorable, so babygirl coded.” Y/n blushed a little as she shows the photo.

“I think most of the current grid is in here…oh, look, it’s Lance! Friends from life, from tennis…” She quickly changes showing another photo. “I think I easily have about sixty photos here..."

#Camera

“I don’t have a specific camera I like more than the others, but as a rule, I prefer vintage cameras just for the beauty of the final result, I inherited a few, I bought a few, I usually develop the photos when I'm at home for longer periods of time, edit the videos, digitalize a few…” She points to the cameras in front of her, a Bolex, a Digital Bolex, a very iconic Rolleiflex and a Super 8, “It is a very nostalgic experience to just go through a year worth of memories…” She says resting her face in her hand, “I have a hundred boxes with pictures and film rolls.”

“I love going through old pictures with my mom and Cass, my younger sister, from when we were babies, my parents in the 90’s, my mom when she was young, the wonderful life my grandparents lived, and is such a lovely moment to share with my mom.” Y/n has a soft smile on her lips. “One day, when I have my own kids, I want to have those moments with them, and not just scrolling through a phone or an iPad.”

#Journals

“I keep journals since I was a child, I get a new one every year,” She holds up the leather hardcover notebook, a deep indigo blue, a little worn around the edges, “after I turned thirteen years old, I started to get it in this specific shade of blue, with my initials in gold,” The girl opens the journal, leafing through it briefly, “I am never going to write an auto-biography, it’s kind of a little bit too egocentric to my taste,” She knocks it closed, but keeps it up, looking at the camera as she speaks , “but if someone ever write about me, fifty years from now… the facts will be straight, at least from my point of view… but even if no one ever writes about me… when I am old and grey and memory starts to fail me, I will be able to come back to the thoughts of twenty years old me…”

There is a moment of silence.

“That was kind of dark.” Y/n laughs to break the tension.

#Art Supplies

“I love to draw and paint, it eases the anxieties of life,” The tennis player shows the large sketchbook, a small aluminium case with the watercolours, and the rolling leather case with pencils and brushes, “I always bring a watercolour travel kit with my sketchbook wherever I go.”

She displays for the internet some of the landscapes she painted during her travels around the world.

#Hoodies

“I like to be comfortable after a match,” she spreads her arms across the perfectly folded hoodies on the table, “and nothing is more comfortable than a hoodie, feels a little bit like home.”

“I have my collection of hoodies with Adidas, they always provide me with new cool colours to try out and see if I want to add to the next collection,” Y/n opens sage green hoodie, running her hand over her initials and the Adidas logo. “Enchanté by Dani Ric, I have a bunch of those, Daniel is always kind enough to drop them at my house in Monaco, VIP treatment baby.” She points to the white hoodie. “Quadrant hoodies, Lando’s merch, ridiculously comfy, I would really like them in pastel colours or dusty rose… just putting out to the universe…” Y/n smiles and winks at the camera. “Valtteri, MV1… those all came with me for the US Open.”

#Skincare

“This is part of my daily routine.” The girl opens the toiletry bag, taking out the products inside, “I am always in different countries and different hotel rooms, so is nice to have this little sense of routine.”

She lines the pearlescent bottles with opaque round lids on top of the table.

“I launched Muse when I was seventeen years old, it is my skincare brand, and it is very me. I wanted it to be un-complicated and complete,” The young woman explains passionately looking at the camera, “skin is the body’s largest organ, and it is not only your face.” It affects the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear before going back to the product bottles. “The line goes from body wash to suncream to night-time routine.”

#Travel Pillow

“If I mess up my neck and shoulder, I am f***ed, my match is over and possibly the tournament.” She holds up a medium-sized pillow to the camera, the pillowcase light pink silk with red buttonholes around the edges and her initials in the corner. “So, this baby goes with me everywhere, it is a memory foam pillow with a silk pillowcase. Best sleep, best hair.”

#Sport Gear

“I generalized here, sport gear, I travel heavy, always,” she points to the array of equipment on the table, “this is my racket, I go to each tournament with around ten of those, just in case I wreak one on the ground,” Y/n passes her hand over the racket, “those are custom Yonex Ezone 98, they made it in Mountbatten pink with some cool pattern and my initials,” she smiles as she pulls the helmet close to her chest, “my helmet, also custom Mountbatten pink, with my initials in rose, I love to try new karting tracks, most people don’t know I used to race karts when I was younger, won a couple of trophies, went as far as F3 before I choose to go pro with tennis, car racing is a huge thing in my family…my dad used to race, my stepmom was a driver, my little brother probably going to be a F1 driver,” she recounts with a smile, “I joked once with my dad that we are at a window that if I have a kid in the next year or two, in twenty years we can have a Wolff’s drivers line-up for Mercedes.” The young woman smirks to the camera. “My dad almost passed out, and now I am not allowed to date until I am thirty.”

#Headphones

“Those are custom made for me, again, they are Mountbatten pink and rose with my logo, super comfortable on the ears, I usually have problems with headphones due to the piercings and earrings, but these didn't give me any problems, they fit well, and I can spend the whole day wearing them." She takes the gadget out of the case, showing the details. “It's not wireless, because I always forget to charge it, so it has a wire, they made this lovely, thick cord that is durable and super resistant,” Y/n wraps the rope around her fingers, “it is noise cancelling and it is always with me before every match as an essential part of my pre-match rituals.”

“The right music kind of puts you in the right mood, I usually go with Eminem in 80% of my matches, I feel like it unleashes my inner fighter, these are matches where I'm not really worried about my opponent, it is just raw and a little bit thoughtless, I just play,” she comments, “when I know that my opponent is going to be hard on the mind games, which is not an uncommon move in tennis, I tend to listen to calmer and more melancholic music, piano, it keeps me in a more peaceful zone, I don’t get pumped up and full of adrenaline, my game tends to be far more calculated…”

“That’s it. Those were my ten essentials,” the young woman smiles, “thank you, GQ, for allowing me to share my essentials, much appreciated, and thank you guys for taking the time to watch it! Much love and see you next time!” The athlete says, blowing a kiss and winking to the camera as the credits shows up.

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userone

i was todays yrs old when i found out that tennis superstar Y/n Wolff is the eldest child of THE Toto Wolff

user1

From what little she talks about her dad here, u just get the vibes that Merce boss Toto is a softie girl dad, he keeps her favourite candy in his offices and forbids her to date until she’s thirty, this is so sweet

haterone

a billionaire’s nepo baby, talking about her millionaire friends and her unrelatable lifestyle and things

usertwo

Y/n’s hair is probably the healthiest hair i ever seen i need her hair routine

userthree

I am so obsessed with her career! I want to see her continue to succeed and be one of the biggest tennis players of all times. She deserves it. Such a talented, humble kid.

userfour

i loved hearing her talk about her family and friends!!! it is so crazy that she is close friends with a bunch of F1 drivers.

hatertwo

Not so crazy since she’s literally a f1 nepo baby, her daddy is part owner of Mercedes.

userfive

She's like that one super popular chick in school who's actually a total sweetheart.

usersix

I totally relate to her being a sweet tooth

@userseven

I love that she was not talking to the camera. She was actually talking to the people there behind the scenes

usereight

i love how a lot of these items are usually a stereotype of being pretentious—a vintage cartier cigarette case, a film camera, a leather bound custom hermes journal, art supplies--but she talks about all of them with such genuine interest and attachment that it doesnt seem pretentious at all

usereighteen

U r the one name dropping the brands she uses…

usernine

Her nicknames for Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr and Pierre Gasly… I died dead…

user9

The fact that she’s gushing about lando and being so sweet about her childhood crush on him oml

user10

Omg it is so cuuute!!! Like, she had a crush on little Lando and not McLaren glow up Lando Norris

user11

I used to be so conflicted shipping her with the drivers, because she dates that tennis player, but her insta has a bunch of her and Charles and her and Pierre and her and Lance and it is so cute and kind of gives such soft vibes, those boys look half in love with her in most pictures, also ...the chemistry. but seeing the way she talks about Lando… they r my new diehard ship…

userten

Are we going to ignore that she confessed that Lando Norizz was her first crush???

user1

They would be so cute together… and they ate both single now… at the same time… we can dream…

user12

i went ten steps further and in my head, they are already getting married and having cute future Mercedes world drivers’ champions…

user13

Can we already dream of Lando at Mercedes???

usereleven

Ok… but didn’t Lando once commented like, very briefly, in a McLaren video, that he used to have a crush on a girl that used to go karting with him??? The girl who wore red ribbons in her hair… do you guys know who uses red ribbons in heir hair since she was an actual baby?? Y/n! There is a pic in her insta of her in a karting track with her dad, and she has red bows in her hair…

user11

Not gonna lie… It would be kinda of cute if they actually had a mutual childhood crush and then eventually end up together as adults…

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#f1 imagine #lando norris imagine #lando x reader #f1 grid x reader #wolff!reader #lando norris #charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lance stroll x reader #toto wolff x reader

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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More dad max pls! Binged all of the parts in mini me and I need moooore 😫😫 how about little fabi and his friends having a sleepover and his friends see max and they’re all 🤩🤩

I love dad max and little fabi I swear to god

Mini Me Masterlist

Fabi had his friends over for school. He'd been over to all of his friends house, but they hadn't yet been to his.

As soon as he'd expressed to his mother that he wanted to have friends over, she moved all of Max's trophies into his office. It was where he kept his sim rig ever since Fabian was born.

Y/N set up the living room with blankets and cushions and movies and snacks. She had the house perfect by the time Fabian and his friends made it home from school.

Max wasn't in at that minute. He was at his trainers gym, readying himself for the coming season.

Ever since Fabian was born, Max had gotten better with his time. He still streamed, but not as often, instead spending time with his family.

Y/N opened for door for Fabian and his friends. "Hallo mijn zoon," Y/N said as she pulled Fabian close.

His friends giggled as he groaned and pulled away. "Mum, c'mon," he groaned and Y/N let go of him.

She took the kids, six of them in total, through to the living room. Immediately they dropped their bags and got comfortable as Y/N set about texting their mothers, letting them know that they got there safe.

As they watched the movie, Y/N set about making dinner. She made sandwiches for the kids, leaving them on the coffee table.

As she made dinner, her husband returned home. As soon as Y/N heard the door go she strode up to him, wrapping her arms around his sweaty frame and kissing his cheek. "Fabi brought some friends round," she said with a grin.

Max looked towards the living room. He could just about see six heads focused on the television, with the cats sleeping on the sofa behind them.

"I'm going to go say hi," Max whispered and kissed his wife.

While she went back to preparing dinner, Max walked into the living room. He grabbed a hold of Jimmy, cradling him in his arms as he stood beside the television. "Hi Fabi, hi kids," he said to them.

But the kids just stared, wide eyes.

Max Verstappen. The Max Verstappen was sitting in front of them. He was either their father's favourite sports person or least favourite.

And, kids being kids, they weren't afraid to express this. "My daddy thinks you're the worst," said one of them.

Max let out a surprised laugh. He hadn't been expecting this.

But then another kid piped up. "My daddy says you're the best racing car driver ever! I want to be a racing driver like you!"

"Nuh uh!" Shouted Fabi. "I'm gonna be a race car driver like him!"

"No me!" The kid shouted.

"He's my daddy and one day I'll be driving for Red Bull!"

It went on and on, all while Max stood there, watching and laughing. His Fabi was stubborn, that was for sure. Like father lies Goddamn Son.

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ayasuki · 5 months

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6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer.

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp

summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

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thisisnotthenerd · 4 months

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and now the best battles of the intrepid heroes go head to head

feel free to give reasoning/propaganda as you like!

the sidequest poll

quick episode descriptions:

arcade ambush: fighting biz in the arcade. the failed perception checks. getting sucked in and out of the games. riz in the palimpsest. beating a nat 20 in the box of doom. shooting off biz's fingers on the count of three.

broadway brawl: the show must go on. misty having the performance of a lifetime. queen titania. i may be little but i am fierce. esther in the rafters. don confetti. ricky, naked, bodyrolling on misty. stephen sondheim riding a bear. subduing titania with a waist trainer.

blast from the passed: after the trial for gorthalax. completely indecipherable battle. bill seacaster kills gilear. johnny spells can't get a word in edgewise. statistically i have just a good a chance at rolling good as any of you. toxic masculinity is dead, i dance now! riz is blasted off the ship into the iron city of dis.

boys' night (Roll20Con): just the lads, going to a party, where they are supremely uncool. extorting gilear for alcohol [uncle pappy's dag nasty rocket hooch] emergency poem for ragh and corey. stealth mode down the highway. chungledown bim is back. fabian falling under the car with the liquor. warping space time and going to the lan party.

deep bleu sea: peppermint batman is invisible in the darkness. primsy is attacked. jet sends stilton to the bottom of the ocean. shenanigan time. the boats sinking and shifting. cumulous appears. throwing the cheese marauders to induce a dexterity check. can i use swirlwarden to get back into the boat. annabelle in the yogurt

treachery at gramercy: fighting around the umbral engine. ricky's bat counterspell. pete surges twice. cody is a mounted combatant who read dante's inferno. tony simos is a crazy level 20 open hand monk. pete has subtle spell. ricky says tony get fucked and does 90 damage. kingston's spirits of the city. sofia stunning everyone. cody meets lucifer and makes a new contract. sofia pulls dale out of the past and into the present.

battle of the brands: the gang buys truly so much stuff. you are required to do a certain amount of drugs. barry is the angel of mercy. the sisters of the cosmic veil having a bikini party. taking kublacaine. we are the ball. barry taking brutus to the finals on a nat 20. nat 20 death save from aurora nebbins. margaret speaks to the plinth and then is down to 1 hit point. skip crits on the plinth. free teleportation shenanigans are not allowed. gunnie casts explosion. barry rapid shots the plinth and does product placement. operation slippery puppet. am i getting ocean's'd 11'd on my own fucking show? what the fuck is happening? a real son of a bitch is no more. sundry sidney has saved the dog!

terror on toy island: a soft little touch. mer-king's insect plague. no daddy. pib getting the little guys. i'm so fucking scared! the water surges around the mer-king. the terrible dogfish is here. daddy-meter is spinning. pinocchio crits to figure it out. pinocchio screaming to wake the dead. it has asthma! and another thing, with the eyes! you were about to instantly die. gerard is wearing full chain mail in the ocean.. rosamund & ylfa are swallowed. the sea witch shows up. murph causes a nat 20. call of destiny. rosamund gets the eye with a seven. i'm a lion in the water. pib's acrobatic crit. one v. one.

#dimension 20 #battle episode of all time #fantasy high #the unsleeping city #a crown of candy #fantasy high sophomore year #the unsleeping city chapter ii #a starstruck odyssey #neverafter #d20 poll #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 2 months

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Jack Harlow “I can tell you’ve been working out.” 🥵

Work Out

Warning: smut, language

A/N: this has not been edited lol

Jack had the day off, so you weren't the least bit surprised to see him come down for breakfast in nothing but a tank and his boxer shorts. You always liked to let him sleep in on the days he wasn't going a million miles a minute, so you were up early to make his favorite breakfast and get the girls ready for school.

"Daddy!" Aaliyah ran to Jack, and you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he swept her into his arms, his biceps and triceps flexing as he held her on his hip. "Oof- Good Morning, snuggle bug. Did you sleep well?" You couldn't hear a word either of them said, your eyes were fixated on the contours of his muscles that were very visible underneath the his clingy tank top.

Jack always looked good, but lately you'd noticed a change in his physique as he spent more time with his personal trainer. You let out a tiniest squeak as your mind ran wild with fantasies, but it was loud enough for Jack to notice, his head snapping towards you, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he noticed you checking him out. Jack had been so busy the last couple of days, you two barely got a moment to yourself, let alone enough time for more than a quickie in the shower, and it was easy for your brain to think the filthiest of thoughts.

"Babe." The pet name and firm hand on the small of your back ripped you from your daydream, making you drop the knife in your hand, covered in peanut butter, on the ground. "Everything okay?" His breath tickled your ear as he leaned in close, sending a shiver down your spine. You could hear the smile in his voice as his hand trailed down to grab a handful of your ass, forceful enough to make you jump- he was enjoying every second of this.

"Jack, the girls." You snapped out of it and stepped away from him, Jack watching you intently as you picked up the now dirty knife and cleaned up your mess. "Girls, go get your shoes on and pack your backpacks, okay?" Brooklyn and Aaliyah ran out of the kitchen, and as soon as they were out of sight, Jack jumped you, his hands on your hips, digging into your flesh. "Didn't you just wake up?", you joked, even though you both knew he better not dare take his hands off of you. Your ran a hand through his messy curls, pushing them out of his face.

"I'm not the one with the staring problem", he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. You didn't bite back, trying your best to resist him. You had so much to do today, taking the girls to school, grocery shopping, oil cha- your never ending to-do list slipped your mind when he deepened the kiss, taking your breath away as he pulled your bottom lip in between his teeth, his tongue taking creative liberties as it roamed your mouth.

"Mom!", you pushed him off of you at the sound of Brooklyn's voice. Jack rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the muscle before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, baby?", you yelled back with huff. "Where are my pink sneakers?"

"I don't know Brookie? Can't you wear your green and white ones?"

"No! It doesn't match my outfit!", she shouted back. "Check the hall closet, B", Jack chimed in. You heard her rifle through the closet for a few seconds before letting out a squeal. "I found them!"

"Great", Jack mumbled as he placed a hand at the base of your neck, pulling you into him, your lips crashing together. "Jack, I need to get the girls to school", you breathed out when he gave you a reprieve, his gaze trapped on your swollen lips. He felt a warm buzzing over his entire body, as it was taking everything in him not to have his way with you right where the two of you stood.

"Come home right after you take the girls to school, okay?" His voice was that perfect mixture of groggy and husk after a long night's sleep. You didn't need to hear anything else to know what he had planned for you, the smile on his face, and his hand dangerously close to the waistband of your panties underneath your jeans was enough of a hint.

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The house was a peaceful quiet when you returned. You took a minute to clean up the kitchen and the trail of items the girls left in their wake before heading upstairs.

"Jack?" You pushed your bedroom door open to find Jack passed out on the edge of the bed, his lips slightly pursed as he let sharp breaths out of his nostrils. You carefully settled down by his side, studying his face as his nose scrunched and his lashed fluttered. You stifled a giggle as you ran a finger down the bridge of his nose, stirring him awake. He hummed with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. "Five more minutes."

You gingerly pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger against his skin. "What happened to your plans for me?"

"That's why I need the sleep. I'm preserving my energy." He looked at you with lustful eyes, his lids heavy with exhaustion. "Go back to sleep baby, I know you're tired." You barely got propped on an arm to get up before he pulled you back down.

"Nah ah." You squealed as he flipped you on your back, his chest pressing your body into the mattress. "I'll sleep better once I know I've fucked you senseless."

You let out a sharp gasp as he latched onto your neck, his hands roaming down to your waist to unbutton your jeans. You grabbed onto his bicep to steady yourself as he pushed your pants past your hips. The moan you let out as you felt his muscles contract in your hand made Jack stop and sit up, straddling your hips. "I haven't even done anything yet", he chuckled as he worked to pull your shirt over your head.

"Sorry", you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He was your husband of many years, and still he had you giddy like a school girl. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. What's up?"

You almost passed out at the sight of his toned chest as he stripped his tank top off. "Um, does EJ have you doing something different?" Jack cocked his head at you. "What'd you mean?"

“I can tell you’ve been working out. Like you always look good, but lately-”. You couldn't even finish your sentence, biting your bottom lip as you grazed your fingers over the ripples of his abs. You toyed with the band of his boxers before pushing the fabric past his erection, springing his cock free to lay against his lower stomach. Jack let out a guttural groan, every muscle in his body tightening as he watched you begin to stroke the head of his cock, precum leaking from the tip and pooling in your palm. He was just as desperate for sex as you were, and he wasn't gonna last long at the speed you were moving your hand.

"That's enough", he huffed out, moving your arm, and hastily pushing your knees to your chest. He had run out of patience, electing to push your panties to the side instead of taking them off, his fingers playing with the wetness on your glistening pussy, and pressing a finger into your entrance just enough to make you feel the stretch before pulling out.

"Damn, if I knew you were this desperate for me, I would have taken care of you as soon as I came home last night." He was beaming with pride, cocky even, that only he could make you come undone like this. You let out a pitiful whimper, letting him know you were at your wits end, your fingers and toes tingling in anticipation. "I know, I know", he cooed over you as he pushed himself inside of you, slowly pushing past your cushiony walls till he was at the hilt, his pelvis pressing against your ass.

You were overcome with pleasure, your back arching as he began to rock his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. You pulled his body weight on top of you by the chain around his neck, messily kissing him as he quickened his pace, his hips faltering as he struggled to focus on both tasks. You just needed every part of his body on yours, desperate for his touch as much as you were for him to fill you up.

Jack could feel your sense of urgency, breaking apart to look down at you. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere", he assured you, peppering kisses against your jawline. He moved his arms to frame your face as he quickened his pace, the sounds of your wetness filling the room as he continued to fuck you. You could feel the coil in your core tightened, every press of his pelvis against your pussy pressing against your sensitive clit. "Fuck, don't stop. Fu-faster please."

Jack was fighting against his internal clock, the warmth pooling in his stomach as he set a grueling pace, quickly sending you both hurdling towards your orgasms. You hooked your heels around his waist, pulling him in deeper with each stroke. "Fuck you feel so good", Jack panted in your ear, his face burrowing in the crook of your neck.

I'm coming", you moaned out, your head knocking back as he continued to thrust in and out of your squelching pussy. You felt the sweat on his scalp as you grabbed at the curls at the back of his neck, your orgasm washing over you as you came hard around his dick, your muscles clenching, dragging his orgasm out of him only seconds after yours. He took his time, pulling himself all the way out before pushing himself agonizingly slow into your pussy, pushing his release back into you and extending your orgasm, every single nerve ending in your body firing off with pleasure.

He pushed himself off of you and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. You shivered as he wiped your inner thighs off, chuckling to himself at the sight of how sensitive you still were to his touch. "What?", you asked, draping an arm over your face to hide your bashfulness.

"Don't hide from me, babe. You know better than that." He climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling your leg to drape your thigh over his own, your cheek resting on his chest. You made him as equally giddy, and he knew you always would. "We can't go more than three days without doing that." His gesture made you giggle. "Sounds good to me."

He sat up quickly to grab his phone from the nightstand before laying back down. "What're you doing?", you knitted your brow together while you watched him send off a text. "I'm seeing if my mom can pick up the girls after school and watch them for the night."

"Why?", you asked. It was a school night, a typical Wednesday.

"We have a lot of catching up to do. I'm taking a nap, and then we're going for round two." Jack's face was dead serious, making your stomach flip. He tossed his phone to the side, before grabbing a blanket and draping it over your naked forms. "You better get some sleep too, I'm expecting a repeat performance."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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Joey B Blurbs: The Real MVP

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Summary: Flashforward. Joe wins MVP after an amazing comeback in the ‘24-25 season. In his speech, he has to thank the person who supports him like no other, the real MVP.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*NFL Honors for ‘24-’25 season*

After a hectic day of running the household alone, I settled on the couch with Tyson and Miles to watch the NFL Honors ceremony.

Joe had his name in the MVP running, and I couldn't be more proud of him.

Last season was less than stellar, with his calf strain causing him to miss camp and his season-ending injury serving unfinished business on a silver platter.

This season he showed the world who the fuck Joe Burrow was.

Not that he felt the need to, but Joe showed NFL viewers that he was worth every penny of his contract extension.

Throughout the ceremony, Tyson and Miles were scanning the audience for their Dad. They'd “helped” Joe pick out his outfit just a few days ago and were so excited to see him in it.

When it got to the MVP category, I held my breath and closed my eyes.

And the 2024 Most Valuable Player is…

My heart was beating out of my chest.

Joe Burrow!

Tyson and Miles stood up on the couch and started jumping up and down, and for once, I didn't get onto them about it.

“Daddy won!” - Tyson

“Daddy won!” - you repeated

My heart soared when Joe walked to the stage, feeling slightly nostalgic when I got deja vu about when he won the Heisman in college.

Joe started his speech by thanking his coaches, coordinators, and trainers before he began tearing up thanking his family.

My eyes matched Joe’s misty ones, just like they did at the Heisman years ago.

“But- I uhm need to thank the real MVP.” - Joe

When Joe said those words, I shook my head, thinking he was going to mention Kid Cudi or Spongebob.

“She wasn't able to be here tonight because she's too busy in Cincinnati being the best mom ever, but I would like to mention my wife. Thank you for always being my biggest cheerleader, y/n. You've been one of my biggest support systems since I was a scrawny senior in high school. I will always be grateful for everything you’ve done and continue to do that has made me the man and player that I am today. I'll admit, I was super nervous for tonight, and I called y/n in the bathroom. Her voice alone calmed me down, but the words gave me enough confidence to leave my hiding spot in the bathroom stall. Thank you for being my best friend, y/n. I love you more than life.” - Joe

Tears streamed down my face as I listened to his sweet words.

“Oh, and thanks for this award. Who Dey!” - Joe

With that, Joe left the stage and walked back to his seat, more in love than ever.

He'd never felt so happy.

When I heard my phone ding, I thought it would be Robin to point out Joe’s sweet words, but instead, it was Mr. MVP himself.

Did you watch my speech? :)

Yes. Currently crying. I love you so much, Mr. MVP.

I'll only be Mr. MVP if you'll be Mrs. MVP.

I’m not a player, though. 🤨

His next text gave me butterflies, it amazes me that his effect on me hasn't changed even after all of our years together.

Most valuable person, baby. 😁

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Authors note: short as heck but whatever

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed!

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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jupitercomet · 4 months

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The Nightlight

summary - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw was ruthless, a stone cold killer both in and outside of the ring—with the belts and trophies to prove it. When a miscalculation results in a target being put on the back of his trainer's daughter, Bradley finds himself facing responsibility he never signed up for. You're a whole new challenge. And Bradley doesn't think you're one he can fight his way out of.

warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, violence, language, no use of y/n, brief mentions of dead bodies, talks of previous abuse, talks of ptsd, mild gore, smut - (daddy kink, pussyjob, subspace kind of, praise, size kink, minor trauma response to sex, aftercare), Bradley is 6′6″ because I said so, stalking, brief mention of smoking

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.1k

monsters in the dark masterlist

For a Wednesday evening, the Target on Powers street is fairly empty. At least, that’s what Bradley notices as he steps through the automatic doors of the red and white building. Almost immediately he’s confronted with a bikini-clad mannequin, rows of bathing suits hanging behind it, and it’s like some strange, capitalist groundhog that reminds him that spring is approaching and stores are all moving their bathing suits to the front.

Bradley walks past the mannequin without another glance, not even bothering with a cart or basket either as he starts walking through the brightly lit store. It’s one of the first times in a while that he’s shopping by himself—you’re spending the day with Natasha as a much needed distraction—and he finds himself almost anticipating your usual chatter. He keeps waiting for you to tug on his hand and point out some cute shirt on a rack or try to sneak random junk into the basket when you don’t think he’s looking, even though he always catches you. He wonders when he started to get used to that.

After everything with Razor and Elias, you were understandably pretty shaken. Sleeping in Bradley’s bed became a regular thing, though space was always left between the two of you, and, yet another thing Bradley was still getting used to, was sleeping on the left side of his bed as opposed to the middle. You had yet to actually wake up from your nightmares again, but that didn’t mean you didn’t wake him up with your soft sounds of distress. Bradley has only found one thing that seems to help with that.

Bradley stops when he finds the aisle he’s looking for, scanning the shelves before he finally finds what he needs. He grabs it, turning to walk back to the front checkout, and pulls out his phone to check your location. It’s late, so you should be home by now, and, as he suspects, you are. He stares at your contact photo for a moment longer as he gets in line for the self checkout.

“I got you something.”

You perk up with surprise when Bradley enters his bedroom. Through the confusion you feel a wave of relief that he’s back. Natasha is your best friend, and you know she’d do anything for you and more, but you’ve always felt safest when you’re with Bradley. Still, that thought is overshadowed by the fact that Bradley is setting something down on the bed. Something he got for you.

You look down at it with furrowed brows. “A nightlight?”

“You get scared when all the lights are off in my room,” Bradley explains bluntly.

“I— Oh, I didn’t... I’m sorry,” you feel your cheeks heat up and you keep your eyes trained on the packaged nightlight on the blanket to try to stop yourself from crying out of embarrassment. “I can go back to sleeping in the guest room. It’s probably annoying having to sleep with a bunch of lights on.”

Bradley doesn’t seem to fully pick up on your shame, moving to grab pajamas from his dresser. “If I thought it was annoying, I wouldn’t have bought it.”

He opens one of the drawers to grab pajama pants, further solidifying how little of an issue he perceives this to be and you can only open and close your mouth a few times. Logically, you know this isn’t a big deal—not to Bradley, at least—but you don’t know when it became such a big deal to you. You almost hate that you now need people to convince you that you deserve things. That it’s not enough for Bradley to just do something nice for you, he also has to hold your hand through it the whole time too.

Bradley glances over at you, you can feel it, but you can’t look back at him. You’ve been trying not to cry since you realized why he bought you a nightlight and now that’s piling on top of everything with Elias and the dead man you received in the mail. You don’t want to cry though, so you keep your eyes trained on the nightlight.

He picks it up, opening the packaging and taking the small light out before plugging it into the outlet on the right side of the bed. It lights up in a soft yellow glow. “Is that good?”

Your throat feels thick, so all you do is nod.

Bradley seems to take that at face value, leaving wordlessly to go change in the bathroom. The setting sun filters through his window, keeping the room light enough that the nightlight hardly has an effect. But you know it will. Because everything Bradley has done for you has had an effect.

You still haven’t moved when he comes back from the bathroom, knees to your chest and eyes on the nightlight, and Bradley turns off the overhead light before moving to his side of the bed. It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you feel like you could say anything you wanted and nothing would change. The kind of quiet that keeps secrets.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna be this way forever.”

Bradley stills.

A tear rolls down your cheek, but you don’t even feel it, a hollow emptiness taking hold of you as you numbly stare at the soft yellow glow emanating from the nightlight. “Like, what if I’m just… incapable of being in a healthy relationship? What if I’ll only ever know how to be with guys like Elias?”

Again Bradley is silent. But you know he’s listening. You can feel him looking at you

“I hated him for what he did. I think a part of me still does. But... I think I hate myself more. For, like, letting that happen, I guess.” You wipe at your cheek harshly. “Because, sure, he was the one who— who did everything, but I let him, you know? I kept forgiving him and giving him chances. Even though he never once gave me a reason to believe he’d change. He just— He makes me feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Bradley says finally. He clears his throat softly. “You’re not stupid.”

“I can’t even listen to a trash can drop on the ground without acting like I’ve been to war,” you argue with a small scoff.

“And what’s that got to do with anything?”

“I—” You huff in frustration. “You don’t get it.”

Bradley sits up. “No, no, I get it just fine. I think you don’t get it. Plenty of people go through shit, that’s just how the world works. And you know what they do? They fucking blame everybody else for it. And they put everybody else through shit because why should they be good to other people if no one’s been good to them? But you don’t. You talk to fucking dogs or, I don’t know, offer people milkshakes or some shit. Because, when choosing between still trusting people or blaming them for everything, that’s what you pick. Not because you’re stupid, but because you know shit sucks and you choose to have faith in it anyway.”

Suddenly the nightlight is just a background thought, your mind consumed with Bradley as you stare at him with parted lips.

“I don’t know everything that happened with you and Elias, and that’s fine, you don’t ever have to tell me. But I do know that I’ve seen guys lose teeth for less than what he did to you. Hell, I’ve knocked out teeth for less than what he did to you. You don’t do that shit, you’re not resentful like the rest of us— He didn’t fuck you up, or break you, or whatever else you think the problem is. It doesn’t matter if you end up ‘being this way forever’ because there’s nothin’ wrong with you.”

This is the longest Bradley has actually spoken consecutive words to you and all you can think is that there’s something so real about him. Sometimes you think that Bradley is incapable of lying—which you know is silly and far too trusting—but, truly, Bradley doesn’t lie. Bradley doesn’t lie because he doesn’t care enough to. It hits you that maybe this is what Bradley looks like when he cares.

“And you got plenty of healthy relationships,” he continues. “You got Nat, and your dad, and me—”

You don’t think. It’s not even a thought that registers in your head before you act on it. One second you’re sitting on Bradley’s bed with tear stained cheeks and surprised eyes and, the next, you’ve planted your lips on Bradley’s.

It only takes a third second for you to realize what you’ve done and you scramble away from him with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry! I— That was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have—”

Your words are lost against Bradley’s lips as he surges forward and cups your cheek resolutely. His mouth moves against yours, strangely tender, as he dips forward to lie you down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. You pull away for air, but it’s fruitless, as you can hardly breathe when he’s nosing along your neck, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. His hands travel under your shirt, stroking your skin with calloused fingers as he explores your body.

He nips your neck lightly, soothing the area with his tongue, and one of your shaky hands gets lost in his curls, a breathy gasp escaping you.

“So fucking pretty,” Bradley murmurs against your skin. One of his hands reaches the underside of your bra and he traces it with his large thumb slowly.

Your back arches and your sleep shirt rides up, exposing your bare midsection as Bradley’s hand trails down to your thigh. “Please,” you whimper, but Bradley seems to understand, lifting you to pull your shirt off.

His own shirt follows quickly behind, but that’s the only other clothing item discarded as he can’t keep himself from your body for any longer than that. Bradley kisses you again, his hands now exploring under your pajama shorts tracing delicate patterns on your hips. You lift them at the feeling and Bradley curls his fingers over the waistband.

Under the yellow glow of the nightlight, Bradley pulls away from you again, illuminated in soft light as he pulls your shorts down. Your head is starting to get fuzzy, but it’s a nice kind of fuzzy, the kind that makes you feel light and calm. Your tongue feels loose in your mouth, so relaxed just like the rest of you. It was never like this with Elias—you’d almost forgotten it could be like this.

Bradley's eyes travel down to your panties, a large hand keeping your thighs spread open for him as the other plants itself flat against your pelvis, fingers splayed. “So small,” he breathes as he looks at it.

“Brad—” You cut yourself off when his thumb presses down on your clit through the cotton fabric, rubbing it in soft, pressured circles, and your eyes squeeze tight. You bite down on your lip, clamping down on your tongue, and Bradley quickens his circles. “Bradley...”

Bradley dips down to kiss you again, letting his hand cup your pussy as he does so and you grind your hips against his palm slowly. He grunts at the feeling, applying more pressure with the heel of his palm. You feel your tongue getting looser, your mind slipping.

He stops suddenly, his mouth hovering over yours. You can feel the puffs of air he’s letting out against your lips. “Tell me you want this.” It comes out low and gravely and, strangest of all, almost hesitant. Like he doesn’t know if he’s about to go too far.

“I want this,” you assure Bradley breathlessly, arching upwards to desperately take your bra off as if that will persuade him into touching you again. “Please, Bradley, I want this.” For a moment, you almost don’t say it. And then it slips. “I want you.”

Your words linger in the air, frozen against the soft, yellow light of the nightlight. You watch Bradley’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, the scar against his neck catching in the light.

“Alright,” he says finally, then again, once more, “Alright.”

And then he’s kissing you again and you feel yourself sinking deeper into him. Your brain feels hazy, but the good kind. The kind you feel when Bradley takes you grocery shopping, or wipes bits of milkshake from your face, or really does anything because Bradley’s always made you feel safe. You can’t help but think about how much he takes care of you as his lips travel to your neck and his hands move up and up and up your thighs. About how he’s big and he’s strong and he’s there. And he listens to you and understands you and just seems to know you in all the ways you need him to.

It’s only when he coaxes one of his thick fingers inside you, large and long enough to reach that spot that has you seeing stars, that the word slips out as a shaky moan. “Daddy, please!”

You both freeze, your hips and Bradley’s finger stilling. Your mouth drops open, as if waiting for words of apology to climb through, but nothing comes out but a soft, strangled noise. Bradley lifts himself up to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

Suddenly his eyes darken. “Say it again.”

You swallow, squirming under his gaze and only able to meet his eye for brief seconds. “Daddy,” you whisper.

“That’s right,” Bradley breathes, the words coming out rough and raspy. His finger pumps in and out of you again as he watches your face for your reactions. “Good girl.” The title is lustful rolling off his tongue, dominance so heavy in his tone you feel yourself sinking deeper.

Words feel like too much and not enough all at once, your brain unable to string them together, so you just paw at his pajama pants with a whine. Bradley gets the message though, sliding his finger out of you to undo the drawstring.

The sun has gone down, leaving the room a kind of almost-dark-but-not-quite as yellow light glows off Bradley’s bare muscles and brow cinched in concentration. There’s something figurative about it, something you can’t fully describe, especially not in this state of mind. But something about Bradley being lit up by your nightlight just makes sense.

Bradley finally slides both his pants and boxers off, turning his attention back to you. His lips quirk up slightly when he sees you already staring up at him. “You alright, tootsie?”

“Yeah, daddy.” He lowers himself back on to you and your arms wrap around his neck.

Bradley hums, pressing a kiss to your lips before he reaches down to feel how wet your panties are. The cotton is sufficiently soaked, so much so that it’s sticking to your folds, and Bradley rubs you through it a few times before lifting the fabric and sliding his shaft underneath it. You both let out soft sounds of pleasure at the feeling of his heavy cock against your clit. Bradley grunts at the sight of your panties straining against his length.

“Fuck, you’re so small, tootsie,” Bradley starts dragging his cock through your glistening folds. “Probably couldn’t even take half of me before you’d start talkin’ about how full you were.”

You mewl as his strokes become more consistent, you’d probably agree with anything he said if you could keep feeling like this. The head of his cock catches against your hole and you let out a louder moan, one of your arms throwing itself onto the bed as you fist the sheets.

“Fuck.” Bradley bends to kiss you again, another grunt spilling from his lips. If you could think about anything but the sensations moving though your body, you might be surprised at how loud he’s being. But right now all you want is to hear his raspy, gruff baritone talk more. “Feel so fucking good.”

His dick slides through your panties, wet, lewd sounds filling the room as he coats the underside of it with your slick. His head slips inside you again and your eyes roll. “More. More, daddy. Please.”

“Not yet, toots,” Bradley shakes his head, shushing your whine with another, longer kiss.

You want to argue more, but a particularly well adjusted stroke of his cock distracts you and your back arches as you reach for his hand instinctively. You never did that with Elias. You never did any of this with Elias. He didn’t care about your preferences—what you liked and didn’t like. He didn’t make decisions based on your comfort or take care of you. He didn’t hold your hand.

Bradley’s fingers entangle with your own and something inside you snaps. Your back bends off the bed as euphoria explodes inside you, the knot in your stomach finally unraveling as choked moans and gasps leave your lips. Somewhere in the back of it all, you can register Bradley finishing on your pelvis with a guttural grunt. But there’s something so overwhelming about the feelings crashing through your body that you don’t even fully realize that you’re crying until Bradley’s wiping the tears from your cheeks with soothing thumbs.

He doesn’t say anything as he discards your dirty panties, picking you up and holding you to his chest as he takes you out of the bedroom. His cum is smearing along your stomach and your thighs feel uncomfortably sticky, but you can’t seem to stop crying as your body comes down from its high.

Bradley cups the back of your head as you wrap your arms around him tightly, shaking in his grip and, in between your sobs, you hear the bath being turned on. Bradley kisses your temple gently and whispers something in your ear but you can’t hear it over your own thoughts. Because you’d forgotten that sex could feel like this. That you could allow someone to take care of you and they would.

Bradley lowers the both of you into the bath, but he makes no move to clean you once you're settled, only holding you to his chest as the warm water wets your skin. He strokes your back softly, tapping on your spine in three tap patterns.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs gruffly. “You’re okay.”

It takes a couple more minutes for your tears to lessen to shaky sniffles, but once they do, you give his chest three taps back. You’re rewarded with a kiss on your forehead and Bradley shifts you so that he can start cleaning you gently.

You know there’s still things you both have to talk about. That this has marked a very distinct change in your relationship that will affect almost everything about the two of you. But you finally feel calm, and sleepy, and relaxed. You rest your head against Bradley’s shoulder, blinking slowly. Maybe it’s okay to just let him take care of you tonight. Just for tonight.

The rest of your bath is quiet, only filled with the occasional soft and short praise from Bradley, and then he’s wrapping you up in a fluffy towel and changing you into some of his clothes. You sit on his bed somewhat anxiously, watching as he changes into his own clothes and then leaves to drain the bath. Was this over? Does Bradley want you anymore? Would he roll over and fall asleep on the left side of the bed now that he got what he wanted from you?

You wait for him to finish checking the apartment locks like he always does. The soft glow of the nightlight keeps you company as you wait for him to come back.

“C’mere,” Bradley quells your fears, opening up an arm for you once he’s settled himself in bed. You curl yourself into his chest, getting encompassed by the feeling of him as he rests his arm on your hip. He lifts your chin up gently with his other hand to meet him for a lingering kiss before he fixes the blanket. “Go to sleep, tootsie.”

A small smile makes its way onto your face as your eyelids droop from exhaustion and you snuggle closer to his chest with a sleepy murmur. “G’night, Bradley.”

Bradley’s out alone again. It’s more usual for him as of late, because he doesn’t want you to be a part of anything he’s doing. No, instead he drops you off at the shelter or your friend’s house and then he goes to Mav’s to meet with Jake Seresin and Bob Floyd.

The man with the scar knows this because it’s his job to know this.

He knows that the waitress and the package have done little to deter the man. That, if anything, it’s made it worse. Razor was an oversight he hadn’t fully been expecting, but conveniently made his job switch gears. The man with the scar believes he now has more of a purpose than to play hide and seek with a bunch of children. What started as bullshit has spiraled into something far more urgent.

The man with the scar knows this. What he doesn’t know is how much Bradley knows.

He watches as Bradley parks his antimatter blue Bronco and gets out, scanning the parking lot suspiciously. He’s alert, the man with the scar can give him that, but he’s been following Bradley for weeks now without the other man suspecting a thing. Because that’s his job.

The man with the scar wipes his hands on his tight, blue jeans, waiting a minute before he gets out of his own car. Bradley is a few yards ahead of him, weaving through pedestrians on the sidewalk, but the man with the scar is in no hurry to follow him. That’s what people get wrong about professions like his—you never follow someone. If your course of direction is determined by someone else, they’ll figure you out. No, you walk all on your own, give them nothing to notice.

He shoves his hands in his leather jacket pockets, walking leisurely on the sidewalk. It helps that Bradley is unusually tall, sticking around a whole head or more above everyone else. It makes him hard to miss. So even now, as Bradley gets farther and farther from him, he’s still easily noticeable.

The man with the scar follows him across the block, and then the next. They should be coming up on Maverick’s soon, it’s in the middle of the next block, and if the man with the scar is right, Jake and Bob will be waiting for him.

The crosswalk turns to a red hand, stopping Bradley, and the man with the scar is able to make up some distance. He’s only a couple feet away from Bradley when it changes to the white walking figure and the man with the scar watches as Bradley crosses the street and walks up to Maverick’s Gym and Boxing. And then past it and into the alley between the gym and the other building to its left.

Oh? That’s new.

The man with the scar wonders if perhaps they’ve gotten more secretive—instead of speaking so openly to each other in restaurants and gyms. Perhaps Bradley has finally realized that the people he works for are very, very dangerous.

He moves to walk past the alley first, get a look at what’s going on before he turns straight into it. He isn’t stupid, he knows there’s nothing more suspicious than a man such as himself turning into an alley for no particular reason. Maybe he could pretend to be going for a smoke—

The man with the scar gets pinned up against the alley wall.

He blinks.

A dull throb flares through the back of his head.

Bradley’s heavy grip is pinning him to the white brick wall by his shoulders, anger radiating off of him visibly. His eyes have been swallowed entirely by rage, something the man with the scar imagines is a fairly common expression for Bradley, but not one he’s familiar with as he’s only really seen him around you. The two stare at each other for a moment as Bradley takes him in.

“Who the fuck are you?” He seethes.

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rookthorne · 11 months

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A whole 13 weeks of pure smut with all my AUs? You better buckle up and get some towels, because I go all fuckin' out with this event.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader — The Queen & The King ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches ‘n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen’s Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Modern!Bucky Barnes — Written in the Stars ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pirate!Bucky Barnes — Sins of the Seven Seas ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes — Brooklyn Pride ֎ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes — Inked Sun

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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— The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

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A massive thank you to both @sgt-seabass & @smutconnoisseur for taking the mantle of being my beta's for these fics - I wouldn't have gotten it all organised if it wasn't for your help. Extending this to @buckybarnesevents - the prompts were so perfect, and I had an absolute ball.

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🔥 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭

“What should I wear?”

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Playing innocent with Bucky never worked ― it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.

🔥 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

Lingerie

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap ― taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

🔥 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Lingerie

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone, were never broken ― whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed.

🔥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Daddy

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you. Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover ― you didn’t stand a chance.

🔥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Sir

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind ― to ruin you?

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Daddy

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it ― and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

In My Lap

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

🔥 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Bent Over

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Slow mornings were the best on your farm ― the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Kneeling

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It wasn’t a spell you were under, no ― you were under so much deeper than that, and Bucky was the only one that knew how to help you. After all, he promised he would.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

In My Lap

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

🔥 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Car Sex

─── Drifter!Bucky x Drifter!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

🔥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧

Car Sex

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s touch was like a sniper taking their shot, methodical in practised ease and hitting his target every single time ― it left you breathless, and just as sweet in the aftermath.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Car Sex

─── Street Racer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan ― subtly, of course.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

"When I first met you..."

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Reminiscing on the days of your first meeting with your wolves wasn’t how you planned to spend your evening ― how intimidating or scary it had been, until you saw a glimpse of what lay beneath. It made a warmth bloom in your chest at how time had developed your connection to them, a connection you hoped would never be severed.

🔥 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

"When I first met you..."

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The day that James Barnes walked through the door to be your patron for the evening, was the day your life changed for good. There was no way that you would go back ― not after finding the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

"When I first met you..."

─── Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.

🔥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

Spread Open

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.

🔥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥

Spread Open + Tied Down

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.

🔥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

"How do you want me?"

─── Pirate!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Who's this?"

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason ― it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

My Pet

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying ― for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.

🔥 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

"Who's this?"

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity ― something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.

🔥 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧

"How did you meet?"

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed ― a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?

🔥 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Luck and fate often went hand in hand ― it was no different on that very first day that you met Bucky. The moment he walked into your haven was the moment that everything changed. You gained a best friend, and something much, much more.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t ― and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

🔥 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

Spanking

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat ― and you were game enough to anger the both of them.

🔥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense ― at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.

🔥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

Massage

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Few dared to cross such a dangerous man ― not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.

🔥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Bath

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Coming down from a high was oftentimes the best moment you would ever share with your wolves, because they knew just how to take care of and pamper their girl.

🔥 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Massage

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Intuition was something that every woman grew to trust, and when it told you that something was wrong with your loveable, charitable idiot, you knew that it was right. You just had to take matters into your own hands and slow the mountain of a man down ― bring him back to earth in the best way you knew how.

🔥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Bath

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Massage

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for ― it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Red

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had constructed a fairly easy regime and routine for you to follow, and one day, you decided to challenge what he had set.

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Yellow

─── Pornstar!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves ― where you were safe.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥

"Who's my ___?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bringing the wolves to heel was not an easy task. It was a blessing, however, where one went, the other followed.

🔥 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

Beefcake

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unconventional way that both Steve and Bucky passed the time, and you were about to find out just how mischievous the pair could be.

🔥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Booktok

─── Modern!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively ― it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.

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evansbby · 1 year

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BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.

And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.

This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????

Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣

I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔

And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.

I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”

And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.

And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞

#AHHHHH #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans x reader #Ari drabble #jeonsbbyeal

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drewsbuzzcut · 8 months

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24 Hours With The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic (the vogue series)

warnings: Hints at smut (sorta) and I think that’s all… let me know if there’s something I didn’t catch

Morning:

“Hi Vogue! It’s Y/n Barzal and welcome to my home. Please join me and my family for the day,” you greet, moving to the side to allow Vogue’s camera crew to come in and follow you down the long hallway.

“Everyone is already ready for the day. Mat loves taking over in the morning. He’s so domesticated and he gets all flustered whenever I bring it up, but he loves it,” you grin and cover your cheeks to stop your blush from being shown on camera.

“What do I love?” Mat asks with a proud smile on his face because Sloane is in his arms. Sloane is such a daddy’s girl.

Before answering him, you cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and kissing Sloane’s chubby cheeks. “How domesticated you are. You love being a daddy,” you answer, patting his pec.

“Oh jeez,” he says under his breath, cheeks already getting red.

“Don’t get shy. You’re the best dad ever. We’re so lucky,” you reassure him, kissing his neck chastely.

“So, on today’s agenda is training with my favorite trainer,” you say looking up at Mat with a smirk. “Then I have a fitting with Victoria’s Secret. After that we will have lunch and we have some shopping to do! It’s going to be a long day, but hopefully we can make it fun,” you talk about the day ahead.

“Mama!” Angel shouts, tugging on your jeans and holding his arms up for you to pick him up.

“My Angel boy! I love you. Sometimes AJ just wants so much attention, and I absolutely love it. It doesn’t matter who he gets attention from, he just craves it.”

“He gets that from me except I only crave attention from my wife and kids,” Mat chimes in, stepping behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

You roll your eyes in fake annoyance and not a minute later Nolan is begging to be held too.

“Nolan is a mommy’s boy,” you say, smiling wide and eyes flashing with unconditional love.

“Mommy is so pretty,” Nolan whispers but the camera still catches it. You have to stop yourself from melting into a puddle on the floor.

“She is, isn’t she, buddy,” Mat whispers as well, attacking you all with kisses that make you squeal in delight.

Afternoon:

“This is my favorite private training spot! It’s just so convenient. Whenever we book it we’re able to bring the kids and there’s so much room for them,” you tell the camera, walking around to give a small tour of the area.

The camera pans around to show Nolan and Angel playing with their favorite dinosaur toys and Sloane resting peacefully in her baby rocker.

“Being that the Victoria’s Secret fashion show is less than a month away, I have started training. I workout every week, but we’re doing some specific training, so Mat will show me some boxing moves that he’s learned and he will give me a workout that he does. It’s a lot more for me, but that’s my goal!”

“She’s an absolute beast. I thought she was going to be tired and worn out, but she’s the strongest person I know,” Mat says, kissing your lips.

“It helps when you have an amazing partner.”

The camera films you going through multiple circuits of various workouts, each harder than the last. Halfway through, you take a break to replenish yourself and to feed Sloane while Mat gives the boys their snacks.

“Whenever we’re here by ourselves we still take a break just to let our muscles relax and to rehydrate, but with the kids here we usually don’t finish our workout. We end up running around with the boys until our legs feel like jello. It makes night time easier when the boys let out their pent up energy,” you explain.

True to your word, the camera films you and Mat chasing Nolan around while you have AJ in your hold. Their giggles fill up the room and you’ve never heard something more precious. When everyone is spent, all laid out on the floor, you pick up Sloane to set her on Mat’s chest. Yeah, sometimes you will get jealous that she’s so attached to Mat, but you can’t deny the flutter of feelings you feel whenever you see them together.

She immediately cuddles into his chest and his giant hands rest on her back, she falls asleep so easily with him. You get up from your spot on the floor, needing to have some contact with your husband. You sit by his head so he can rest it in your lap while you play with his hair.

“These are my favorite types of workouts. I know a lot of people see me focused on my work, but I will never choose something over my family.”

“It’s our pride and joy,” Mat confirms.

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“Next up: my VS fashion show fitting!”

“Okay, before we go in, it’s pure chaos in there so stick with me,” you say the next time the camera is rolling. You had to drop off both boys with your best friend Beverly, but it was best as it’d be too much for all of you to attend your fitting.

“I’d love to show you my outfit, but I’m afraid that’s top secret, so I guess we have to settle for only seeing the wings,” you say, tying your robe to hide one of your many outfits.

You go through makeup and hair just to see what it’ll look like before the big show. It’s a lot of trial and error, but it’s fun for you. While you’re in the chair and your hair is getting styled, Mat is sitting next to you with Sloane on his lap. She’s babbling and her hands wander Mat’s cheeks. She feels the smoothness of his fresh shaven face and she presses a messy kiss to the skin. It makes Mat laugh that laugh that you only hear when he’s truly happy.

“It’s time for the wings!” One of the stylists cheers.

You look at the camera with wide eyes and a giddy smile. It’s your first time wearing a pair of wings for the Victoria’s Secret fashion show.

“Are you ready?” Mat asks, knowing the wings are something you’ve been waiting for.

“Yeah! I’m nervous, though.”

“You’ll be perfect,” he assures you.

“Okay! We will put the wings on over the robe and then we’ll go over the measurements of the straps. Ready?”

“Yes!”

The stylists help you slide the wings on and when you get a look at yourself, you start to tear up. For a few minutes you’re quiet, small streams of tears falling from your eyes. Mat is quick to get up, adjusting Sloane in his hold, and pulling you into him.

“You look beautiful, babe. You were meant to wear these wings. I love you and I’m so proud of you,” he whispers against your temple. You cry a bit more, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him a few times.

“I love you more,” you say back.

“This is a moment I have been waiting for for what feels like forever. I’m so grateful to finally experience my first pair of wings!” You exclaim to the camera.

“Next we are having some food at my best friend’s house!”

The camera next films Mat, your best friend, the kiddos, and you at Beverly’s kitchen island.

“This is Beverly Blount, my best friend and the best actress in the entire industry,” you introduce your blushing bestie.

“This is basically our second New York home. We always come over here to eat and hang out,” Mat informs.

“Our babies love to be with auntie bb!”

“It’s only because they love my cooking.”

“Well that’s what happens when you’re a good cook.”

Nolan is sitting on the island, leaning against you while you stand, feeding him because he’s a big mommy’s boy and you love spoiling him. Angel is in Mat’s arms while he’s also standing at the island, but AJ is passed out. If Angel can sleep in Mat’s arms, he will. He has the hardest time whenever Mat goes on a roadie.

As you all continue eating and talking, you take a look around, enjoying the way everyone interacts together. When you met Mat, you knew he was the one, but you never imagined your life the way it is now. You didn’t expect to have kids at a young age, but you wouldn’t trade them for anything. You know Mat feels the same way. You can see it now, how he holds his babies whenever his hands are free or not free, or how he looks at them like they’re the most precious beings. They are.

You press a kiss to Nolan’s cheek, making him turn around and kiss your forehead- something he’s picked up from Mat. You move closer to Mat, arms circling around his waist and letting your head rest on his shoulder. You smile when he pecks the skin of your neck. Angel may be asleep, but that doesn’t stop you from kissing his cute face. The same with Sloane, as she sleeps you kiss her tiny nose.

Evening:

After you finished eating, Beverly talked you and Mat into letting her watch Sloane, so you and Mat could finish the rest of your errands. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, because you trust her with your life, but you didn’t want to overwhelm her being that Sloane is still a baby. That being said, now you and Mat are out shopping.

“We are here at YSL looking for a suit for Mat. He wants to dress in something new for when he attends my fashion show, and I can’t blame him. Plus, I love to wear his button up at night when we get undressed because it smells like his cologne.”

“She also loves being my stylist.”

“That's true; no one dresses barzy better than me,” you sass, chin up and a smirk painting your face.

You feel your husband come up behind you, hands resting on your hips and his face hiding in your neck. He kisses the skin a couple times before whispering in your ear, “and no one undresses you better than me,” paired with a chaste kiss. Your face flushes and you have to resist the urge of stopping the interview and heading home.

“I think I should just stick with a plain black suit, so we don’t have to stay here too long,” Mat tries to get you to comply, but you deny his request, stating that he needs to try all his options.

“Mat loves a black suit. Which I’m not sure why because he looks breathtaking in blue. Watch, when we’re done here, he’ll have a brand new blue suit to take home,” you rant.

As time ticks by, Mat tries on a variety of suits and outfits, simply skipping over the blue suit. He knows you’re right.

“Maty, baby,” you lay it on thick, knowing you’ll get him to cave.

“I think you should try on the blue suit. You know you look gorgeous in blue,” you whisper to him, hands holding onto the back of his neck and staring deep into his eyes.

He sighs, “fine.”

You grin at the camera, desperately trying to hold in your laughter.

When he walks out the dressing room, everything unbuttoned and untucked, you reach out for him as he loves when you do it for him.

“You like it?” You ask as you’re tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt.

“Yeah, it looks nice. Actually this one is my favorite,” he says.

You turn him around to face the mirror, fixing some loose strands of his hair. He stares at himself, looking at your reflection for your approval.

“You look so good, baby,” you say while snapping a picture of him.

Once you’ve paid for everything, including a pair of heels you just needed, you walk out the store, arm wrapped around Mat’s waist while he holds the bags.

“Thank you so much Vogue for following us around. Now, we need to get our babies home, fed, and in bed. Night time is sacred to the Barzals. Because it’s our favorite time of day- an intimate part of our day, we will part ways here. I love you all and I hope you enjoyed a day in our lives. Bye!” You say, blowing a kiss to the camera.

a/n: Idk why this took me forever (forever for me at least) this isn’t exactly my favorite, but I hope y’all enjoy it! I think this is the last installment for the vogue series. It’s been fun!

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"So, Toto," the Argentine presenter of the TV show continues smiling comfortably at Oikawa "this is a new section we have in which our bilingual guest teach us a fell words of his mother language. Would you like to give us a first quick Japanese class?"

Oikawa, sitting snuggly on the leather sofa with one ankle on his knee, nods happily over the sound of a enthusiastic public.

"Por supuesto, Javier! What do you want to know?"

"Let's start with family vocabulary, like papá, mamá, and all that staffs"

"Easy then! Where's my camera?" Tooru turns his face forward when Javier points to the camera and smiles widely into the lens, subtly narrowing his eyes in that sweet, angelic expression. "Mom in Japanese is Okaa-san and mommy is more like mama. Dad is otou-san and for daddy...," his lips stretch out a little more, now his eyes shine playfully "is Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer."

Javier blinks as perplexed as the audience (there are some gasps when some young people recognize Iwaizumi's name) and the production team is also speechless (there is even a cameraman who peeks out from behind his camera totally confused because he's very sure that daddy in Japanese is not all that long).

And, somewhere in Miyagi, in Matsukawa and Hanamaki's picturesque apartment where they have managed to get the entire horde of big and monstrous (or just monstrous if we're talking about Hinata, Hoshiumi and Yaku) players from the Japanese men's volleyball team, Iwaizumi blinks like an owl when Oikawa's voice echoes through the room and all his mates and best friends immediately turn their eyes towards him. The nacho he was eating falls from his open mouth and, next to him, Bokuto takes advantage of his shock to slowly steal another nacho from him.

"I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him with my own fucking hands" He mutters, his ears and neck red as beets just as Mattsun and Makki can't take it anymore and explode with laughter along with the rest of the players.

Amidst the hubbub, a confused Kageyama is heard asking how actually is daddy in Japanese to Ushijima, who shrugs his shoulders as he calmly chews on the carrot sticks he shares with Sakusa.

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wintfleur · 12 days

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🍂 ͡ ꒱ JULIETTE LECLERC PROFILE

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #🍂 ͡ ꒱ Juliette Leclerc

𐙚 BASICS!

NAME Juliette Celeste Leclerc

BIRTHDAY November 15TH 1999

ZODIAC Scorpio

SEXUALITY bisexual

BIRTHPLACE Monte Carlo, Monaco

HEIGHT 5’7

PIERCINGS 1 in each ear, bellybutton

TATTOOS she has this one on her lower back, and this one on her left arm. She wants to get more!

FACE CLAIM Dua Lipa

LANGUAGES 100% French, 100% English, 36% Spanish,

𐙚 CAREER!

PROFESSION f1 driver

TEAM Red Bull Racing

DEBUT Australia 2019

TRAINER Gabriel Guerrero

RACE ENGINEER Théo Beaufoy

MANAGER Anya DuPont

ASSISTANT Beatrice Roux

WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS 1 (2022)

SPONSORS Gucci

𐙚 FUN FACTS!

Juliette drove for Mercedes in her rookie year, she got four wins and 326 points . . . fans of course were not happy that a female was dominating her rookie year, so of course a nasty rumor was created. The rumor that spread like hot fire was that Juliette was having an inappropriate relationship with Toto Wolff.

Which was false, Toto was like a father figure to Juliette but the fans didn’t care, booing her and trending hate for her on Twitter.

Juliette drove for Redbull for the next season, and is still driving for Redbull.

Juliette is known for being one of the most influential drivers on the grid, for the range of her career.

Juliette has dropped an album and a few singles, she’s a model, an ambassador for Gucci, and she has a YouTube channel with over 10 million subscribers, where she posts all different kinds of content, she’s walked on runways.

The interviewers love her (besides a few) a lot of fans say she’s like seb with how she has the habit of flirting with the female interviewers.

She is quite the flirt, confident with herself

She’s a party girl, in a club or an a yacht, she loves her parties !!

A lot of people assume she’s a bitch because of her resting face, her confidence and the way she doesn’t take any shit, but she’s genuinely a sweetheart.

Besides Lewis she is the driver that has the most celebrity friends

No one is surviving eye contact with her, in the words of lando “she has a really strong gaze, very alluring — like a siren yeah”

The amount of dating rumors lando and Juliette have is insane, but they are simply just best friends !!!

She loves pomegranates and cherries, could eat them forever

She loves swimming, she loves visiting tropical places

Everyone swears she’s a mermaid/siren for her love of the water

She has stated many times that her favorite sport besides f1 is hockey.

She has been seen coming to many hockey games, even having many friends that are hockey players. (Auston Matthews, Trevor Zegras, Cole caufield and more)

She loves baking

She owns several houses all over the world

She is a major passenger princess

SHE IS THE IT GIRL

She hates coffee

She definitely loves going out and partying, but she also loves staying in.

She was such a daddy’s girl

She talks to her mom every single day

She loves and I mean loves running

No matter how hungover she is, she’s always having her morning run.

She loves and I mean loves horses !!

Her dream is to retire, buy her own ranch and just get a ton of horses to take care of and love, maybe her own vineyard.

Her most prized possession is her yacht . . . That’s crazy to say omg.

She has kept all of her relationships a secret!

She loves doing collaborations

A character she’s most like is Blair waldorf

She doesn’t have a favorite color

She’s a very strong woman, but sometimes things really get to her and she just needs space.

She has a bad habit of distancing herself from others when she’s hurt or upset

She’s been to 3 met galas

She will kick anyone’s ass in golf

‘The princess of Monaco’

She is very open about her crush on leighton meester

She’s a switch

She has a great relationship with everyone on the grid !

Her and Pierre have a love hate relationship

She has such a flirty personality, she loves making people flustered.

She’s a fantastic driver, and won’t let anyone tell her different just because she’s a girl.

She has said her grid son is ollie bearman

Yuki loves her sm! They are such a underrated duo

She loves hockey, but she’s a terrible skater

She hates drive to survive, they like to make her and max look like the villain.

She secretly can’t stand one driver on the grid.

She loves sleep sm

She’s genuinely such a family girl

She was the trouble maker of her family

She hates cold feet

Her brother’s friends have always had a crush on her and she loved teasing them about it.

She keeps her music taste a secret from the public

Lewis will always have her back no matter what, she’s his grid kid.

The public goes crazy for post race Juliette

She loves her team, she’s extremely close to all of them !!

She alternates from black to red hair a lot, but her hair is very healthy !!!

Doesn’t go anywhere without a pair of sunglasses

Macaroons are the way to her heart

A lot of people get surprised by how friendly she is

She loves game of thrones

She is not a lightweight

Is a really good dancer !! Did ballet for a long time

Low waisted pants are her best friend.

The only one who can rock Jorts

Always has red or black nails

She’s a silver girly

Her nicknames are, Julie and lettie.

Has a private Instagram ‘@/lettiesworld’

°. — taglist ( @cixrosie @toasttt11 @lovings4turn )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( so this is the introduction to juliette !! I really hope you guys like her, omg I’m so excited for this AU !!! I didn’t mention Mat and Quinn because they will have their own profile !!! Oh I’m so excited, please let me know what you guys think !!! )

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