your advice please - if you had to only buy one, which would you choose? the boot is more versatile in terms of matching & wear but there’s just something about the lace on the left that speaks directly to my heart…
Summary: Dan’s parents have never approved of his and Phil’s relationship, but he decides to give them another chance after going a year without seeing them.
Word Count: 1939
A/N: Hey guys !! Thank you to the anon who requested this and thank you everyone for reading !! As always likes and reblogs are appreciated. Let me know what you think !!
Admittedly, Dan’s nervous. He’s always been bad with procrastinating, but it’s currently an hour before his train left to visit his parents and he still hasn’t packed his bag. He’s just scared. His parents have never directly said anything against his and Phil’s relationship, but he knows that they don’t approve, despite dating for nearly eight years. They make comments like “Oh, Dan, Sarah just broke up with her boyfriend and I know how she used to have a slight crush on you” or “I know you’ll be a great father one day, your future wife is going to be so lucky” and while they weren’t direct comments against his sexuality, it hurt him.
Despite this, Dan is visiting them again, in hopes that maybe they’ve changed their standing. And hopefully they have, because Dan’s not sure how much more of their comments he can take before he snaps. Usually, Phil is there with him to keep him from speaking out, but this time he has meetings at the Youtube headquarters, and he can’t miss them. Dan understands, he just wishes it was different. He’s going to be gone for a week, and a week without being able to see his boyfriend is awful as is, let alone having to deal with his parent’s homophobic comments.
Dan decides that he should get up and start packing if he doesn’t want to miss his train, though he wouldn’t mind it all that much. He grabs his suitcase and starts throwing random articles of clothing in there, not actually caring what he’s packing, and he’s pretty sure he grabs some of Phil’s clothing too. By some miracle, his bag is packed within fifteen minutes, and he’s almost positive he hasn’t forgotten anything.
He walks out to the lounge, suitcase in hand, and sees Phil sitting on the couch with his laptop. Dan sets down his suitcase and lies on the couch and takes Phil’s laptop out of his hands, laying his head in Phil’s lap.
“You nervous?” Phil asks, weaving his fingers through Dan’s hair. Dan just groans in response which, in all honesty, conveys his feelings accurately. “You know, if things get too stressful, we can Skype whenever you want, right?”
“I know,” Dan sighs. “I just don’t know if I can handle their comments anymore, you know? It’s like they don’t even care how it affects me.” Phil just frowns at the younger boy, silently apologizing for leaving Dan to face them alone. He tried to reschedule the meetings, he really did, but they wouldn’t budge, and Phil wasn’t going to fight his bosses over it. They lay like that for another thirty minutes before they figure they should leave now if Dan is going to make the train. Dan grabs his suitcase and they leave their building, waiting on the pavement for their taxi to arrive. When it does, Dan puts his suitcase in front of his feet and him and Phil get inside. The ride is silent, though it’s not awkward. Phil takes Dan’s hand in his and rubs his thumb over the back of it, silently comforting his boyfriend.
They arrive at the train station around ten minutes later and say their goodbyes. Dan puts down his suitcase and tightly gives Phil a hug, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sad when they pulled apart.
“It’s only a week, love. I know you can do it,” Phil says, softly rubbing Dan’s cheek. “Skype me everyday, I don’t care if it’s three in the morning, I’ll answer, and I’ll be counting down the days until you come back.” Dan smiles sadly, and nods his head. He knows Phil’s words are true, and they calm his nerves slightly, though not entirely. All too soon, his train arrives and Dan gives Phil a last peck on the lips before grabbing his suitcase and boarding the train. He grabs a seat and watches Phil leave out the window, sighing quietly. He doesn’t know when, but at some point he dozes off and when he wakes up, he’s at his stop. He checks his phone and sees that he has two texts from Phil and one from his mom.
“Love you xx” says the first one from Phil. The second says, “Text me when you get to your stop so I know you made it alright.”
“I just got here, took a little nap on the trip. Love you, too xx” He responds. He checks the text from his mom and it’s just telling him that they’re having pasta for dinner, so he doesn’t bother responding. He gets off the train and takes a taxi to his parent’s house. He takes a deep breath as they pull up and grabs his bag, getting out of the taxi. When he gets to the front door, he doesn’t know whether to knock or just let himself in, though his debate is cut short by his mother opening the front door.
“Hello, Daniel! I’m so happy you made it alright, we’ve missed you so much. Hopefully the trip up here wasn’t that bad.” She tells him and pulls him into a hug. Dan hugs her back, awkwardly, not getting a chance to put down his suitcase.
“Hi, mum. I’ve missed you, too. Phil wishes he could be here but he has meetings this week so he had to stay back home.” He says, and pretends not to notice the way she stiffens at the mention of Phil’s name.
“Well, darling, go ahead and put your stuff in the spare room and settle in. Dinner is just about done.” Dan nods and walks up the stairs into the spare room. He sets down his suitcase and lays down on the bed. He pulls out his phone and calls Phil. It rings three times before he picks up.
“Hi!” Phil says. Dan smiles, already feeling his mood lift up at the sound of Phil’s voice.
“Hey, how are you?” Dan responds.
“I’m absolutely falling apart here, Dan. It’s not even been a day yet, I don’t know how I’m going to make it a week without you.” Dan laughs at Phil. He knows he’s exaggerating, but he still appreciates the thought. “How’s it going over there?”
“Well, I’m currently in the spare room waiting for dinner. I’m debating not going down and just saying I’m too tired.” He responds honestly. Phil just laughs at his boyfriend.
“It’s only a week, you can make it through that. And then, when that week is over, maybe you’ll have a surprise waiting for you.” He says, suggestively. Dan can hear the smirk in his voice. They stay on the phone for thirty minutes before Dan’s father knocks on the door, telling him dinner is ready. Dan tells him he’ll be right down, and returns to his phone call.
“Was that your dad? Do you have to go?” Phil asks and Dan can hear the sadness in his voice.
“Yeah, dinner is done, but I’ll probably be calling you back later so you can hear me ramble on about how much I don’t want to be here.”
“Give them a chance, Dan. You haven’t seen them for nearly a year, they might’ve changed.” Dan agrees to make an effort and somehow they stay on the phone for another ten minutes. They only hang up when Dan hears his name being called from downstairs. They hang up and Dan reluctantly makes his way downstairs.
“Hello, Daniel. I was afraid you had fallen asleep. Who was that you were on the phone with?” His mom asks once he sits at the table.
“I was talking to Phil. He wanted to make sure I got here alright,” He responds, taking a bite of his soup.
“Oh, how nice.” She responds. She glances over at her husband before continuing. “Have I told you that Lisa from my work has a single daughter? She was telling me about her and I really think you two would get along great.”
“Yes, mum, you have, and as I told you before, i’m not interested. Phil and I are doing great and I don’t plan on it ever being otherwise.” He responded, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.
“Well, okay, dear. I just thought I should mention it in case you were looking for someone to settle down with and start a family.” His mom took a bite of her food after she finished speaking, raising her eyebrows. Dan decided that he has had enough of the way she treats his and Phil’s relationship, always implying it’s not real, and he decides that he’s not going to keep his mouth shut any longer.
“You know, mum,” He starts. “I have put up with your comments for several years. Eight years to be exact. Phil and I have been together for eight years, and yet you can’t seem to understand that we’re never going to not be together. When I see my future it’s with Phil, and I know he feels the same. I have tried time and time again to give you chances for you to change your mind and finally accept us. It’s not going to change, and I have had enough!” By the end of his rant his voice has raised and he’s yelling. His mom puts down her spoon and just nods.
“Daniel, I’m afraid that you aren’t going to be welcome here if you’re going to continue talking to your mother like that. We are you parents, and you must respect us.” His father chimes in, the only words he’s spoken throughout this ordeal.
“Fine. I don’t want to continue staying here if my parents can’t accept the fact that me and Phil are together. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab my bags and I’ll be leaving immediately.” He says. Standing up from the table. He walks up to the spare room and grabs his bag, not needing to pack it since he never got the chance to unpack. He walks downstairs and out the door without saying a word to either of his parents; they made their decision and he’s made his.
Two hours later and he’s arrived back at his and Phil’s flat. He didn’t bother texting Phil to let him know he was on his way back, knowing that’s not something he’d want to discuss with Phil on a train surrounded by people. He walks through the front door and Phil looks up, slightly alarmed. He visibly relaxes when he realizes it’s just Dan, before confusion fills his eyes.
“What are you doing back? Did it not go well?” He asks, concern filling his voice. Dan doesn’t even bother responding and puts his suitcase down by the door and walks over to Phil on the couch. He lays his head in his lap and doesn’t realize he’s crying until Phil’s wiping his tears from off his face.
“I tried, Phil. I really tried.” Dan’s voice breaks mid-sentence. Phil just shushes him and rubs his back, pressing slight kisses to the top of his head. They stay like that for about thirty minutes, tears continuing to fall down Dan’s face, before Phil notices Dan’s breathing steady and realizing that he’s fallen asleep. He doesn’t wake him up, knowing he needs his rest. He continues to weave his fingers through Dan’s hair for about ten minutes, sitting in silence, before he, too, falls asleep. He knows that when they wake up they’ll have to talk about it, but for now they just lay together on the couch, the rest of the world forgotten about.
“Aim towards the Enemy.” - Instruction printed on U.S. Rocket Launcher
“When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend.” - U.S. Army
“Cluster bombing from B-52s is very, very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to always hit the ground.” - U.S.A.F. Ammo Troop
“If the enemy is in range, so are you.” - Infantry Journal
“A slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what’s left of your unit.” - Army’s magazine of preventive maintenance
“It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.” - U.S. Air Force Manual
“Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo.” - Infantry Journal
“Tracers work both ways.” - U.S. Army Ordnance
“Five-second fuses only last three seconds.” - Infantry Journal
“Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” - Col. David Hackworth
“If your attack is going too well, you’re probably walking into an ambush.” - Infantry Journal
“No combat-ready unit has ever passed inspection.” - Joe Gay
“Any ship can be a minesweeper … once.” - Anonymous
“Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do.” - Unknown Army Recruit
“Don’t draw fire; it irritates the people around you.” - Your Buddies
“If you see a bomb technician running, try to keep up with him.” - U.S. Ammo Troop
There, we came right out and said it. They can’t help it; it’s just what happens when you have a star that’s heavier than our sun but as small as a city. Neutron stars give us access to crazy conditions that we can’t study directly on Earth.
Here are five facts about neutron stars that show sometimes they are stranger than science fiction!
1. Neutron stars start their lives with a bang
When a star bigger and more massive than our sun runs out of fuel at the end of its life, its core collapses while the outer layers are blown off in a supernova explosion. What is left behind depends on the mass of the original star. If it’s roughly 7 to 19 times the mass of our sun, we are left with a neutron star. If it started with more than 20 times the mass of our sun, it becomes a black hole.
2. Neutron stars contain the densest material that we can directly observe
While neutron stars’ dark cousins, black holes, might get all the attention, neutron stars are actually the densest material that we can directly observe. Black holes are hidden by their event horizon, so we can’t see what’s going on inside. However, neutron stars don’t have such shielding. To get an idea of how dense they are, one sugar cube of neutron star material would weigh about 1 trillion kilograms (or 1 billion tons) on Earth—about as much as a mountain. That is what happens when you cram a star with up to twice the mass of our sun into a sphere the diameter of a city.
3. Neutron stars can spin as fast as blender blades
Some neutron stars, called pulsars, emit streams of light that we see as flashes because the beams of light sweep in and out of our vision as the star rotates. The fastest known pulsar, named PSR J1748-2446ad, spins 43,000 times every minute. That’s twice as fast as the typical household blender! Over weeks, months or longer, pulsars pulse with more accuracy than an atomic clock, which excites astronomers about the possible applications of measuring the timing of these pulses.
4. Neutron stars are the strongest known magnets
Like many objects in space, including Earth, neutron stars have a magnetic field. While all known neutron stars have magnetic fields billions and trillions of times stronger than Earth’s, a type of neutron star known as a magnetar can have a magnetic field another thousand times stronger. These intense magnetic forces can cause starquakes on the surface of a magnetar, rupturing the star’s crust and producing brilliant flashes of gamma rays so powerful that they have been known to travel thousands of light-years across our Milky Way galaxy, causing measurable changes to Earth’s upper atmosphere.
5. Neutron stars’ pulses were originally thought to be possible alien signals
Beep. Beep. Beep. The discovery of pulsars began with a mystery in 1967 when astronomers picked up very regular radio flashes but couldn’t figure out what was causing them. The early researchers toyed briefly with the idea that it could be a signal from an alien civilization, an explanation that was discarded but lingered in their nickname for the original object—LGM-1, a nod to the “little green men” (it was later renamed PSR B1919+21). Of course, now scientists understand that pulsars are spinning neutron stars sending out light across a broad range of wavelengths that we detect as very regular pulses – but the first detections threw observers for a loop.
WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.
This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.
Tonight I was on the receiving end of something rather hurtful that we talk about on Tumblr a lot: erasure.
Someone in a group chat I was in decided the acronym should be LGBTIA+, and was offering pride icons to the group. I said “I’m not any of those, I’m the Q,” and was told how they personally find that word uncomfortable so they left it out and used a plus sign instead.
Let me repeat that: my identity, the thing I have called myself since 2008, made them “uncomfortable,” so they just straight up removed it from the acronym and represented me with a goddamn plus sign.
So I’m done.
Don’t call me lesbian .Don’t call me wlw. CALL ME QUEER, IT’S WHAT I AM. Straight people, this goes for you too. You have my personal, this-directly-affects-me permission to call me Queer. My personal, this-directly-affects-me request, in fact. If you aren’t sure, the correct usage is the same format as any other part of the acronym: “Nina is Queer,” “Nina is a Queer woman,” “are you Queer?” I don’t really care personally if you capitalize it in casual use, but in official use I’ve never seen it uncapitalized (probably to differentiate it from the “well, isn’t that queer” usage).
PLEASE DO NOT LET A FEW SALTY TERFS PARROTING Q-SLUR BULLSHIT DESTROY MY IDENTITY. Queer is hated among that subset because it isn’t just a personal identity–it is a warm and welcoming umbrella that includes aces, trans folks, and nonbinary people. Not sure what you want to call yourself? It’s okay, the Queer community is still here for you. They HATE that and they’re trying to tear it down.
A final note: if you tag this post as “q slur,” you’re going to find yourself blocked in very short order. MY IDENTITY IS NOT A SLUR AND I REFUSE TO SEE IT TREATED THAT WAY ANY LONGER.
To say that we wish there was another much nicer way that we could do this is an understatement. Though a group of writers involved in this incident have come to the agreement that this must be done not only for the sake of the people who are a part of these networks, but also to let the general public, their and our readers, know of this situation and who the people that they are idolising really are.
So, without further ado, welcome to the truth about the Penetration Station:
This is all pulled straight from the game with 0 (or attempted 0) bias from me or @peckonthecheek
We have both played the game so I can verify several things on the list. Most of the information comes from @peckonthecheek who exhaustively did everything in the game and recorded useful information.
If you want to add to this post, feel free to screenshot what you want to add and send it to me!
summary : as the adopted daughter of none other than tony stark, you have a myriad of responsibilities. babysitting peter parker probably wasn’t supposed to be one of them. not that you’re complaining.
word count : 4.7k (also known as the longest thing I’ve ever written)
author’s note : ur adopted b/c not everyone is white and i don’t want anyone to feel excluded from reading this due to the fact tony is white (and yes ik there are interracial couples i just want everyone to feel included i want to make sure whoever wants to read this can without feeling weird about it b/c i know it is something that bothers people in the fanfic community okay bye enjoy my loves.)
Tony Stark was a lot of things to a lot of people. He was the billionaire, he was the genius, the philanthropist, and the notorious playboy in his younger years. Most notably, however, was that he was Iron Man. He was marveled at by the entire world, him and the group of heroes that stood beside him; the Avengers, as they called themselves. To you, however, he was your father.
A terribly overprotective one, at that.
Of course, this was only to be expected of a father, even a foster one, but the lengths the man went to in order to keep his only daughter out of whatever he deemed trouble were rather extensive. You rarely ever left the Avengers tower, and if you did you were accompanied by a team of people you could only describe as rip off Secret Service men. Sometimes, Natasha would replace them, or Steve, but that was a rare occurrence. You were homeschooled by the best tutors his money could pay for- this particular move was less about refining your education and more about keeping you away from any boy in the five boroughs.
You chose to spend majority of your time reading in your room and training, always wary of anyone who approached you about being a friend. Your surname meant everything to people, especially the girls that wandered around Manhattan desperate to become the bestie of the daughter of the richest man in New York. You loved your dad with all your heart, but the stigma that ran with the Stark name would never stop irritating you.
That, and the impromptu plans he threw at you on a regular basis.
“Miss Stark, your father is requesting access to your room. He knows you hate it when he barges in.” Vision drifted into your room without warning, making you jump. You yanked your earbuds out of your ears, giving him a look.
“I hate when anyone barges in, Vision. That includes you, too.” You pushed your chair away from your desk, placing your pen on the desk and shutting your notebook. “Tell him he can come in if he lets me become an Avenger.” You raised your voice at this, knowing he would hear you.
“He says that he’ll consider it if you let him in.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Touché.” You motioned for the door to open, and your father walked into the room, immediately taking his pristinely polished shoes off and lying down on your bed. You stared at him.“Dad, it’s not cool to wear sunglasses inside. You look lame.”
Tony Stark rolled his eyes at you. “It’s called a look, sweetheart.” You laughed, pretending to nod in agreement. He placed his hands behind his head as you spun your chair back around to your desk. “What are you working on?”
“Something for Bruce,” you muttered, pen cap between your teeth as you continued to jot down important points from his numerous lab reports. You were going to have to hand in a full analysis of his findings for your end of term science paper, and he was more than willing to aid you. “Science report.”
“My daughter, beautiful and intelligent, my flesh and blood,” Tony declared proudly.
“Dad, I love you to the death, but I’m still not your biological kid,” you smiled all the same, though, and he knew behind the tough exterior you were happy to hear his expressions of admiration.
“Who needs a biological kid when I’ve got this great, wonderful adopted one right in front of me.”
Not looking up from your notebook, you said, “You’re really laying it on thick today. I’m all of those things, obviously, but I know you want something. So, what is it?” You paused, then said, “Thank you, by the way.”
“You sure we’re not related?” He sat back up, clasping his hands together. “What do you say about Germany?”
“Nice enough place I guess, interesting history, why?”
“I kind of need you to go there for two weeks with me.”
With a groan, you dropped your pen and held your face in your hands. “Another surprise trip? Dad, I have school. I have homework! Do you see this?” You held up the thick stack of reports from Banner’s lab, waving them around. “This is gonna be, like, my life’s work.”
Tony shook his head. “Kids these days and their homework. Seriously. When I was at school I would have taken any opportunity to shirk my responsibilities.”
“You did do that.”
He waved his hand. “Technicalities. Anyway, as you know the Avengers have been disassembled. Sokovia Accords and all that bullshit. I assume you’ve been keeping up?”
“Hard not to.” It was true. Anything in the news was about the great split of the infamous team, Captain America vs Iron Man. It was impossible to turn on the television without hearing about it. And, considering you lived underneath the same roof as half of them, it was quite literally not an option to be ignorant to what was going on.
“Good,” he grinned proudly again. If there was one emotion that the man felt whenever he was around, it was proud. Nearly everything you did made him beam with pride, and if you had been placed into an actual high school, there was no doubt in his mind that the person at the top of every single class would be you. You excelled no matter the circumstances. “So, to sum up, there’s gonna be a big showdown in Germany. Western style, naturally. Guns blazing and everything.”
Your eyes lit up and you nearly flew out of your chair, rushing over to him. “Oh my god, are you finally gonna let me fight? You’ve seen my training, right? I’m getting so good. I’m like, practically Natasha level good. She’s been showing me that move where I can snap people’s necks with my thighs and-”
“First of all, your thighs are not going around anyone’s neck, so jot that down,” he interrupted. Your enthusiasm visibly deflated. “I need you to kind of watch over this kid who’s coming with us. He’s from Queens. You love Queens.”
“You’re making me babysit?” You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. “C’mon, dad, I’m sixteen. That’s practically an adult. I think I should be allowed to fight this time. I’m Avenger worthy.”
“Practically an adult is not the same as literally an adult, as in over eighteen.” You groaned again. “Don’t call it babysitting, anyway. He’s your age. Well, he’s a few months younger, but that doesn’t matter. Just call it… hanging out with a good kid that’s fighting for your dear old dad and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble in Germany or annoy Happy too much.” He patted your knee, standing up. “We leave in the morning, kiddo, so pack up.”
“How come he gets to fight if he’s younger than I am?”
“’Cause he’s not my daughter. Goodnight, light of my life.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, giving you another encouraging smile.
“Goodnight, pain my ass,” you grumbled as he left. He popped back in, a stern expression on his face. “If I watch your new protégée can I become an Avenger?” Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. Teenage girls were exhausting.
“We’ll talk about it.”
You’re sitting at your breakfast table with suitcases piled next to you when Peter Parker strolls into your life with happiness in his every footstep because he is just so, so glad to be there. You’re spooning cereal into your mouth when he sits down directly across from you, a video camera cupped in his soft looking hands and the little red button clicked on, meaning that he is recording you. You place your spoon back into the bowl of milk that is dusted with cinnamon sugar from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch you’ve been eating for the past ten minutes.
“Do you mind?”
“Mind what?” He asked, peeking up from behind his camera. You gestured toward it, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.
“The camera. I’m kind of still in the middle of eating breakfast in my pajamas,” you leaned forward, switching it off. “You must be the Spider-Boy.” The chestnut haired boy feels a blush creeping up his neck and settling along his cheekbones when you say that.
“Oh, did Mr. Stark tell you that?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Um, it’s Spider-Man, actually.” He mumbled the man part, knowing fully well that he didn’t look like much of a man in the eyes of anyone, his eyes casting down as he fidgeted with the strap on his camera.
“Oh good,” you nodded. You took another spoonful of cereal. “I like that better. Nicer ring to it.” You grabbed your box of sugary breakfast and pushed it toward him, an offering.
“Huh?” He was a bit dazed. He stared at the box in front of him and then realized he had been doing that for far too long of a time to be considered normal. “Oh, right, um, sure, thanks!” He opened the box and took a handful, shoving it in his mouth. You kept eating your cereal, silently staring at the bowl and willing yourself not to laugh at the boy in front of you. With all his nerves, he was still a bundle of energy and cheerfulness, and, well, let’s face it, he was sort of adorable. “So, you think my name’s cool?” He tried to sound suave, charming, as he said it, tried to smirk at you, but he stopped when he realized that he looked stupid.
You gave him a half smile. “It’s pretty good.” His face positively lit up with happiness to be taken seriously, and you knew the feeling too well. You stuck out your hand. “Oh, forgot to introduce myself-”
“Y/N Stark, adopted daughter of Mr. Stark, probably the smartest girl in all of New York and, uh, correct if I’m wrong but… Black Widow’s best student as well as Bruce Banner’s apprentice.”
You gaped at him. The blush he had been sporting crept up to his ears and made his nose turn the shade of a strawberry. “Well, uh, yeah,” you said, flustered. “Should I creeped out or flattered?”
“Flattered, please.” The genuine worry in his eyes as he leaned forward made you laugh. He had an endearing personality.
“Flattered it is.” You watched the slow sigh of relief leave his mouth, his hands flying up the mess of hair atop his head and fixing it distractedly. Your dad walked into the room, and Peter practically fell out of his chair trying to stand up and seem presentable. Your slouch was indicative that you didn’t care much. He was just your dad. “Morning, pops,” you slid the box over his way.
He frowned at it.” Y/N, that stuff is crap. I don’t know why you eat it.”
“Wanda and I like it,” you said defensively, a slip of the tongue. You knew your dad was going to get annoyed at the mention of the Scarlet Witch, who had evaded and ignored his attempts at keeping her powers under control. “It’s good. High quality. Right, Peter?” You whipped your head toward him.
He felt his heart give a little tug. He grabbed the box out of your hand and shoved more cereal in his mouth, the cinnamon sugar sticking to his lips. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. Best stuff ever,” he said through a mouthful of it. Tony gave them an amused glance, picking up your two heaviest suitcases and beckoning you both to the landing strip. Peter swallowed his food.
He didn’t even like Cinnamon Toast Crunch that much. He was just thrilled that you knew his real name.
Everything about this kid was infuriatingly dorky in the cutest way possible. You came to this conclusion as you boarded the jet with ease, sitting in your usual spot by the window and greeting Happy with your typical friendly smile and idle chitchat. Peter stumbled onto it with awe written across his features as he stared around the place, touching nearly everything much to Happy’s dismay.
“Haven’t you been on a plane before?” The man asked, growing irritated with the way the kid was filming everything. You saw Peter zoom in on Happy’s face and grinned out your window.
“Nope, never!” Peter exclaimed, his video camera still in front of him as he captured every detail of his trip.
“Well, sit down so we can take off,” Happy said gruffly, grabbing Peter’s shoulders and forcefully placing him into a seat.
Peter sat still for a moment, then hopped over to the seat next to you. He placed his camera in front of him on the tray table. “Y/N, smile for the camera. I’m recording.” You looked at him, then turned to the camera and gave it a deadpan stare. You even threw in a slow blink. “Good enough,” he shrugged. He kept it recording as he shifted in his seat so that his entire body was facing you, his chin resting in his hand and his elbow on your armrest. His gaze was sort of nice. “So, Miss Stark, I have a few questions.”
“Um, okay, shoot,” you closed your book that you had open on your lap. “I’m not that interesting, just so you know.”
“I think you’re interesting,” he assured you. You heard Happy let out a choked laugh at Peter’s flirting attempt, but it was just another thing you found sort of lovely. It was a genuine compliment. “What’s your favorite subject in school?”
You’d been expecting the typical what’s it like being Tony’s daughter spiel, and you were pleased to get an actual question about yourself for once. “I like everything, I guess. I kind of love school, but I don’t go to a conventional school, so. Training is cool, I like that a lot.”
“You train with Black Widow, I have to ask- can you show me some moves? I need to refine my technique before the fight,” he explained.
“Do you wanna learn how to crush people with your thighs?”
“Wow! Do you think I could? Could you teach me? That’s so cool,” he beamed, turning to the camera for a split second with an overexcited look.
You pursed your lips, staring out your window for a minute. You were up in the air by now, and there was long flight ahead of you. “Maybe. If my dad is okay with it. I have to check.” Peter looked confused,
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“He’s, you know, really overprotective.” You put your first against the cheek, leaning the same way that Peter was. You sighed. “I don’t have a lot of friends. Which is fine, but I can’t even attempt to go make any because I have a whole freaking SWAT team on my ass the minute I step out of the tower because he’s so worried about my safety.” You let your head hit the window, your eyes rolling skyward. “And that makes no sense because-”
“You’re really strong and stuff. You can protect yourself,” Peter finished.
“I think you know me a little too well, Peter,” you said, poking him lightly in the arm. “But… yeah, exactly. I don’t really get to do anything fun. I don’t have adventures. Sure, reading is fun and studying is fun for me and training is great and I love hanging out with everyone in the tower but I’m still a teenager. No fun for me, though. My life is pretty boring, sorry if that makes your little video diary suck.” You stuck your tongue out at his camera.
“No worries,” he said, taking it off the tray table and turning it toward you. “Tell me every boring detail, Miss Stark.”
“As long as you stop calling me Miss Stark.”
“You’ve got a deal.”
It was a seven hour trip, and you both passed out by the three hour mark after Peter had pried every excruciating detail from your life out of you. You hated sleeping on airplanes, but your head was slumped against his shoulder and his arm was knocking against your own and his sweatshirt was as soft as pillow. You remembered the shy glance he had given you just before you knocked out on his shoulder for the remainder of the flight. He had a sweet smile.
Peter filmed absolutely everything. He filmed himself getting off the plane and then filmed you getting off the plane and nearly shoved the camera in Happy’s face until he threatened to break it and Peter backed off. He radiated enthusiasm. “Look at this, and this, and this, oh shit wow that’s so cool look at this! Oh man this is good stuff!”
“Peter this is literally just the airport how am I supposed to take you around the actual city?!”
“OH WOW Y/N have you seen this!”
He zoomed in on your face, your devoid of emotion look appearing again. “Are you ever gonna smile for the camera?” He gave you a pout, doe eyes and all. You turned away.
“No. I’m supposed to be babysitting you, please be behave.” You touched your fingers to the bridge of your nose, dragging Peter to a couch. “Please sit. We’re getting the hotel reservations checked.”
“Do they juice boxes? I’m really thirsty.” He was just trying to make you laugh at this point, and annoying you was kind of funny for him. You let out an involuntary chuckle when he pretended to claw at his throat, throwing himself on the ground.
“I’ll make sure they have juice boxes for you, Petey. You’re such a seven year old, geez.” You pretended to gag.
Looking offended, Peter replied, “I’m actually twelve.”
Jokingly, you said, “You’re a twelve year old that’s going to get a punch in the face if you don’t settle down right now.” He stood up, directly in front of you with his light eyes and little grin, another feverish looking heat burning at his face. Nevertheless, he still said, “It’d be an honor to get beaten up by you.”
His voice, the sincerity he carried within it despite the ludicrous statement, made you feel those famed butterflies fluttering inside you. Maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes as he said it. Maybe it wasn’t. But something within you was starting to like Peter Parker, and you’d barely known him for twenty four hours.
Then again, it was hard to not like Peter. The kid was just so damn likable.
He had known it from the moment he first set his eyes upon you that day in the tower that he was a goner. If he had known it then, just from sitting down across from you with nothing to him but his lanky figure and a suit that resembled a onesie more than it did a costume fit for a hero such as he, he was sure of it now, a week and a half later.
Every day had been the same routine. He’d be up bright and early in the morning so you could help with him his training, teaching him how to utilize the suit your father had given him with ease rather than his usual tactic of jumping into everything blind. You’d been the one to help come up with nearly all of the web shooter combinations. He didn’t know all of them yet, or close to half of them, but he was progressing wonderfully.
After training, you’d give him the tour of your favorite places around Germany, close enough to where you’d both be able to get back to the hotel before dark. He filmed the both of you constantly, but you shied away from the cameras every time without fail. He couldn’t understand why, but he didn’t push. He just liked filming in general, and would accept you not smiling in any of his clips as long as you were still in there.
There was a beautiful sense of normalcy that came with hanging around Peter. You reveled in it. No one had ever made you laugh so hard with his ridiculous attempts at jokes or made you smile so much at his shy flirting skills that clearly needed to be revisited.
It was okay. You didn’t mind. And the fact that you didn’t tease him for it made him so, so happy.
Then, came the day of the fight. Peter had his camera out, he was dressed in his spidey suit, and you were standing there next to him dictating who he should and shouldn’t go after.
“Don’t go after Wanda ‘cause she could obliterate you in two seconds and Cap could crush you, too, but he won’t ‘cause he’s really nice like that. Bucky won’t care as much, though, so don’t do that- Ant-Man seems pretty cool and harmless but I don’t have as much intel on him and Peter if you get hurt you have to go hide somewhere-”
“I’m not gonna get hurt,” he said confidently.
You ignored him. “I’m gonna be in your earpiece, figuratively speaking, so I’ll hear everything you do and if you talk I’ll be able to hear you and you can hear me. So, just… keep me updated.” Peter took off his mask for a second, hair sticking up everywhere from the static. You leaned up, smoothing it back into place. Everything about him was soft. You wanted to curl up in it and stay there for as long as you could.
“I’ll be fine, Y/N, don’t worry,” Peter placed his hand on your shoulder. You felt your face heat up.
“I- I’m not worried.” You totally were. “I know you’ll be fine.” You didn’t want him getting hurt. “I just want you to be careful.” You didn’t want him to fight.
You could’ve sworn his face fell a bit when you said you weren’t worried, but he squeezed your shoulder anyway. Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw your arms around him, your nose pressing against his neck as you took a deep breath. He stood there for a second without doing anything until he realized that if he didn’t hug you back, he’d be the dumbest person on the face of the Earth. You felt his surprisingly defined arms hug you back.
You didn’t look at him when you pulled away. You stared at the spider emblazoned on his chest, gave him a quick good luck, then departed from the room. You sat on your own hotel bed with a rapidly beating heart.
The nerves were killing you. Ten more minutes. You opened your laptop and pulled up the system that would allow you to communicate across Team Stark. You were more focused on your dad and Peter. You tapped into your dad’s earpiece after placing the headset on. “Dad?” You spoke into the microphone.
“Hey, kiddo, everything okay?”
“Y-Yeah I just-” you took another breath. “Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N. Are you sure everything is okay over there?”
“Can you just make sure Peter gets out okay? If he gets hurt, bring him right back, please. That’s it.” Maybe it was a stupid request in someone else’s eyes, but you needed Peter to make it back in one piece. Tony Stark looked over at Peter Parker, crouching in his hiding spot and fumbling around with the gloves of his suit and gave the kid a knowing smile. Of course that was the one his daughter fell for in the end. Perfectly fitting.
“I’ll make sure.” You knew your father couldn’t see the grateful smile on your face, the sigh of relief that fell past your lips when he spoke these words.
Peter Parker, I swear if you make it out of this, I will smile like an idiot in every single one of your stupidly adorable video diary things. I swear. Just be safe.
“Your black eye is awful,” you told him, dabbing at it with more cream. “Totally ruins your face.”
“I think I look manly.”
“You think incorrectly.” You stepped back, your fingertips tilting his chin up so you could examine it further. “I think I got the worst of it. You did really well, Peter. Exceptionally well.” His face was glowing from your compliment.
“Can I get on that tape?” He asked excitedly, ducking under his hotel bed for his camera. You nodded, and he switched the camera on. He held out his arm so that you were both in frame. And you smiled. He forgot all about what you were supposed to say the moment that beautiful smile appeared there. “I- wow, Y/N.”
His stare was kind as it usually was. “You just-” he paused. “Your smile is really, really beautiful.” There was no way for you to turn away from the camera this time and you were left grinning like a lovestruck idiot at the boy in front of you, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
You slept the entire plane ride the way you had the last time, curled up against Peter. This time, it was intentional. One of your arms was flung across his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulders, the sweatshirt he had came in now swaddling you cozily. There were two separate cars waiting for you. You stood in between them when the flight got off, the sleeves of his sweater hanging off your hands as you reached out to grab his. He felt you push a piece of paper into his hand. “You better call me, Peter Parker. I’ll be really upset if you don’t.”
He wrapped you suddenly in an embrace that lifted you off your feet just a little bit, his lips pressing against your temple. “I’ll call you every day.”
He kept true to his word. Every day without fail, your phone rang with a call from Peter, and you fell asleep on the phone with him more often than not. If you weren’t on the phone with him, you were texting him, and if you weren’t doing that, you wished that you were. The consistent communication was better than nothing, but regardless, you missed his presence. You missed the way you felt walking next to him as he explained why chocolate ice cream was so clearly better than vanilla. You just missed him.
“Peter?” You held the phone to your ear, nestled in your blankets already even though it was barely nine o'clock. His sleepy voice mumbled out a yes? “Would it be stupid if I said that I missed you?”
She could practically hear his wide smile through the phone. “Of course not. I miss you, too. So much. Probably more than you miss me.”
“That’s so not true!” She scoffed.
“Wanna bet?” His tone was mischievous, no longer the hoarse, pretty voice of a boy just waking up from his nap. “Open your bedroom door.”
“Are you joking?”
You hung up the phone, throwing back your covers and not caring one bit that your hair was a dripping mess from your shower or that you were wearing a terrible set of hello kitty pajamas that weren’t meant for anyone over the age of ten based on the size of the top. You nearly tackled him to the ground when you saw him standing in your doorway, a happy squeal escaping your lips. You were surprised he even got in, considering your dad wasn’t home, but you figured Vision had let him in. Vision always had a way of knowing.
“Have I ever told you that you have a really pretty smile?” Peter’s lips hovered over yours, almost hesitant. You took the initiative to kiss first, your hands delving into his silk-like hair. There was no point in waiting anymore. Your noses bumped together clumsily when he tilted his head back, admiring. You could feel your whole being light up when he gazed at you the way that he did, in that admiring, careful, Peter way of his.
“Careful, Spidey,” You warned, hands on his chest as you stared right back up at him.
“Careful of what?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you one of these days if you keep looking at me like that.” It was only the truth, and you were a honest person.
“That’s sort of the plan,” he shrugged in a seemingly careless way, but he couldn’t hide it. He was an open book. An open book who loved you, and the way that you smiled at him when he pulled back his sleeve to reveal a web shooter, a strange glint in those brown eyes of his as he said, “You up for an adventure?”
I love when right-wingers point out that a ton of left-wing activists are “unemployed,” like thats an inherently bad thing or it delegitimizes the protests or something. Wait, are you trying to tell me that a large group of people directly harmed by capitalism are also the people protesting capitalism?? Mind = Blown.
Concept: a puzzle platformer that’s basically a reverse Legend of Zelda. The very first items you acquire consist of a variety of excruciatingly specialised puzzle-solving gadgets that end up being improbably applicable to the challenges before you; the very last item you acquire - and the only one that’s actually capable of directly attacking things - is a sword.
(The sword is, of course, a grotesquely overpowered puzzle-solving tool that lets you bypass 95% of the game’s challenges by cutting locks off of chests, stabbing guardian automatons in the face, and so forth. You get it like three rooms before the final boss, when the only challenges left are a couple of deliberately “impossible” puzzles designed to showcase how the sword works, so this aspect of its abilities is only actually useful for the purpose of backtracking to clean up missing percentages.)
How do you know you can trust a creature/machine who’s main attributed ability is to get into your head and relay information directly? And not just their specific paladins: Blue sends that image of Voltron’s complete form to all of them.
Equally worrying, they can do so without it being an obvious hallucination. After all, Shiro didn’t know that they’d never left the hangar in Space Mall. The information felt completely natural and from his own perceptions. Experiences are the way in which humans, at least, develop their opinions and reactions, and those are highly tied to emotions.
Kinda puts a new spin on the fact that not one paladin or member of the team has ever found the lion’s abilities more than passingly odd, huh? Even though it came from the same place that corrupted Zarkon and Honerva. Even though they’ve seen monsters form out of that energy. Even though it made Honerva deathly ill.
Not one person has ever gone ‘maybe this stuff isn’t safe to be around’.
okay so, i’m really about to rant on the toxicity that’s going on in this fandom rn when it comes to the fans who write for the fandom.
recently, us writers (specifically ao3 writers) have been receiving backlash by anti shipping fans who have started this morale crusade basically going around and telling authors that what we’re writing is wrong and just giving us a lot of shit for it. it’s gotten to the point where multiple prominent authors have left the fandom because they’ve been harassed so much and many authors have expressed their thoughts about quitting writing for bts as well.
“shipping members is wrong and harmful”
how is it harmful when kpop idols actively promote their ships through fanservice and skinship? unless you see people directly tweeting at idols, there is absolutely nothing harmful about it. i’m also tired of writers being targeted and policed. writing fanfiction has always been an outlet for my emotions and i shouldn’t be made to feel guilty just because some self entitled fans think that they’re so morally right and justified and i’m tired of being told that i’m not allowed my creative freedom just because some people don’t like shipping.
well guess what? if you don’t like it then don’t fucking read it.
stop destroying creativity and what could be one of the only things in life that helps someone get through hard times. writing is supposed to be our safe space and our break from reality and sometimes it’s how we tell our own stories.
Anonymous said: An IT imagine where reader is Bill’s older sister and Richie has a MASSIVE crush on her. She has a pretty bad reputation ( kinda like Bev, but worse. Like done things with Henry Bowers, etc. ) Plot can be up to you! Just maybe a scene where she’s all sassy and this kinda represents why Richie likes her so much?? Thank you. Love your writing so much!
After the passing of your brother, Georgie, all you ever felt was grief. It followed you like a shadow every where you went. And frankly, you wanted it to piss right off. Over the months that your youngest brother had been missing and - in many eyes - presumed dead, you’d grieved in a way that worked for you.
You’d heard all the insults before: ‘Whore’, ‘Slut’, ‘Ash-head’, ‘Chimney-breath’. The list went on, and somehow you’d learnt to live with it. Some of the things people said about you were rumours, but majority wasn’t. You were only fifteen, but had gained a name for yourself all over the town. As many would say, the list of the people you’d fucked, the amount of cigars you smoked during the day would cause a brand new pen to run out of ink before the list was even near finished.
Long story short, you’d gained a pretty bad reputation for yourself over the course of seven months. Although, the person you once were was still there; buried underneath miles and miles of stone walls you’d built around yourself. Only a selected few were able to see this. Those who could be bothered seeing you for who you really were and not the stupid status you’d made for yourself due to the consequences of grief.
(m)-mature / 6.5k words / roomate!jungkook / happy reading !
jungkook accidental roommate smut? u accidentally buy the same apartment (it happens in dramas often) (+)
Can I request switch!jungkook smut? Like he starts out submissive and then bOOM! He’s dominant af
Summer in New York had never been more depressing. Or hot. Every step outside seems to melt the flesh from your bones, every memory you had of him peeled another layer off your heart. It had been three months of pure hell and although the heat made the thought of being close to anyone impossibly unbearable, you’d give anything to hold him in your arms again. But he had cheated on you, left you, and the best thing to do was move on. Or at least try.
The weather forecast predicted a humid rain, clouds shrouding the ominous sky and a layer of mystery covering the roof of your new home. Or the new home you’d be sharing with four other people. This is supposed to be the city of new beginnings and independent lives. Where one can explore themselves through the city. But sadly, as a transferred college student, the only thing you could afford was a share house in the middle of Brooklyn.
Sucking in a deep breath, you grunt while lugging your large suitcase and duffel up the short set of stairs, banging on the door somewhat gracefully with your elbow. Almost immediately, as if you’d been waited upon, the door unlatches and an older, thinner woman appears. Her skin is somewhere between tan and gold, wrinkle lines around her eyes and mouth. The hair atop her head is swirled into an artful bun, small wisps of white-gray hair escaping the masterpiece.
“Just on time,” her voice is sweet, slow, and welcoming, stepping aside and waving you in.
Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!
Warnings: Smut & Language
Word Count: 3k
“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.
“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”
Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.
“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.
ORthe one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.
“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.
“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.
Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.
“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.
“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”
request: Omg requests? Could we have a oneshot about Bucky seeing his girlfriend wearing a Choker for the first time? Like, she has never worn one before, but this one has one of those silver metal rings on it, and Buckys mind goes somewhere very dirty when he sees it? Please?
word count: 3251
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (female recieving), tbh this is just plain filth there’s no other way to put it
You were a thing of dreams, a vision standing there and Bucky couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty. You were the epitome of perfection and as you stood there Bucky leaned back in his chair taking his time to allow his eyes to rake over your body, his eyes stopped at your neck and Bucky let out a harsh breath at the sight.
Your neck was adorned with a choker which hung a silver metal ring, the sight of you wearing such a thing made Bucky want to fuck you whilst you were wearing it and only it. He didn’t know what it was that captivated him so much but it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was putting that choker to good use.
You looked at him concerned, he hadn’t moved or said anything in minutes and that was unlike Bucky who was practically hyperactive. “Bucky, you good?” You asked and at the sound of your voice his head snapped up, tearing his gaze away from your neck and focusing it on your face.
Bucky was afraid if he looked down, it would become painfully aware to the both of you the effect that your choker had on him. Bucky swallowed thickly trying to distance himself from his thoughts of you writhing under him as his eyes locked on the choker once more. He realised you were waiting for an answer so once again his eyes trailed upwards to your face and he plastered on a smile, “Yeah, I was uh- just thinking.” Bucky replied as you looked at him curiously, you knew there was something going on with the man in front of you.
You shook your head before heading over to your dresser to pull out pyjamas, you were going to put them on when you realised you were still wearing the choker you had put on earlier. Your hands quickly went to your neck clasping the chain hoping you could take it off without any assistance. You were on the cusps of unclasping it when Bucky shot up of the chair in your bedroom. You looked at him an eyebrow arched, “What?” You asked as you looked at your boyfriend confused because ever since you came home from girls night with Wanda he had been acting strangely. It was like the moment he laid eyes on you he went silent, maybe he was upset you couldn’t spend time with him before he left because he was on a mission debriefing.
Bucky gulped and said all too quickly, “Don’t take it off.” At his words confusion over took you, what was he talking about?
“Take what off?” You asked because this was getting annoying.
Bucky took a deep breath trying to stave off the feelings that were evoked by the piece of jewellery on your neck. “The choker, don’t take it off.” Bucky clarified and he did so in a tone of voice you had heard many times when you were lying beneath him bare and under his control.
You also knew the look on his face too well, it was the look that said he wanted to devour you.You realised then what he wanted, why he was so silent and why he refused to let you take the choker off. You pretended as if you didn’t know however and instead asked him a question, “Why not?” You asked as you tilted your head looking at your boyfriend who was standing up his fists clenching trying to control the fire inside of him.
He took one look at you, his eyes focusing solely on your choker and then he stepped forward his hands going straight to your ass and kneading the clothed flesh. “Because babydoll I like it, a lot. I also love the thought of how you’d look wearing it and only it as I fuck you hard like I know you want.” Bucky said and it his words you sucked in a breath because you loved Bucky and all his dirty fantasies and this one sounded delectable.
“You have to do something for me and if you do I’ll keep it on so you can fuck the shit out of me.” You replied with a small smirk as you wove your hands around Bucky’s neck bringing him closer to you before you pressed your lips to his. Bucky kissed back immediately his lips tangling in yours as his hand never once stopped kneading the flesh he hoped to turn red later tonight.
His metal arm found itself astray and inching closer and closer to your clothed bundle of nerves, his thick fingers rubbed along your clit and at the feeling you moaned your lips parting as you did allowing Bucky’s tongue to slither in. You didn’t fight him, you never did - you loved it when he took control. His tongue ravaged your mouth as you hoped he would on another body part.
When he was done, he bit down heavily on your bottom lip causing you let out a whimper your body shaking slightly at the blurred lines of pain and pleasure. He pulled away and looked at you, “What exactly is that you want me to for you, doll?” Bucky asked.
“Besides fucking the life out of me I want you to devour me.” You said as you grabbed ahold of his metal fingers and pinched your clit making you purr like a kitten.
Bucky’s tongue ran deliciously across his lips at sight as well as the sound of your moans.“What do you want?” Bucky asked because he loved to tease, he loved the way you would beg him to fuck you as well as the sound of you moaning and sobbing his name as pleasure overtook you and your senses.
You moved his hand from your clothed clit and brought his fingers up to your mouth bringing one of the heavenly thick fingers to your lips before you ran your tongue over the tip before taking it all into your mouth. Bucky groaned at the sight because you looked enticing as you sucked his fingers like it was his cock.
“My babydoll’s so dirty.” Bucky practically bragged as you gave all of his thick fingers the special treatment, he could picture you on your knees sucking his cock and your being covered in his cum. “Always.” You said with a smirk which made Bucky chuckle darkly.
“Undress babygirl and lay on the bed, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need,” Bucky said and you did as he said. You stripped yourself bare till you were wearing nothing but the choker Bucky was now extremely fond of.
Bucky looked at you sprawled out on the bed, legs opened wide ready and waiting for him in nothing but the choker that made him want to lose all self-control. He found himself reaching for his phone on the bedside and taking multiple photos of you, each time you heard the audible click of the camera you put yourself in another position all of which highlighted the choker on your neck. When Bucky was satisfied that he had taken enough pictures of you and that as always you looked absolutely fucking perfect in each photo, he set his phone down to the side and steadily crawled his way up the bed. He found himself in between your legs like he always did and the sight before him was glorious, he could see your wetness leaking all over the sheets and it was magnificent.
“You’re so fucking perfect baby doll, you know that? You’re so wet, is it all for me?” Bucky asked and you bit your lip nodding as you looked down at him.“Can’t wait to show just how much I fucking love you in that choker,” Bucky said before he leant down and in an instant, his mouth was on your pussy. Your hands flew to his long tresses needing to clutch something as pleasure spiked through you, your moans were no longer soft they were harsh and loud as Bucky ate you out like it was his job.
He wouldn’t let you go, he couldn’t with how hard you were tugging at his hair and how you moaned his name so desperately. Your back arched against the sheets your body quaking as Bucky delved deeper, his tongue ravenous as he sucked and licked at your clit. You had been in this position many times but this was different, there was a raging fire inside of him and you could feel it as his tongue came into contact with your clit and he all but growled into your pussy.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned nearly screamed as he lost all restraint, he delved deeper his tongue licking up all that you had to offer, it was sticky and sweet like honey and Bucky couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted on his tongue.He took you like a drug, he was practically an addict to your sweet alluring taste. Bucky went faster wanting more than nothing to feel your white cum on his tongue, he wanted to lap up your juices and when he was done he wanted to fuck you hard all whilst staring at you in that choker.
Bucky sucked harshly on your bundle of nerves and you felt your hips bucking up into the velvety smooth of his lips that have explored every inch of your body in heat and in passion.
“I can’t take it.” You said through moans as Bucky kept eating you out as vigorously as he could wanting to get you to your orgasm. Bucky smirked into your pussy but said nothing and kept going causing you to let out a string of high pitched screams as you tugged so hard on his hair you were sure you would pull a piece out.
Your legs were shaking by his head and your moans and breaths were ragged as Bucky’s tongue and lips never once left their favourite place, he breathed in your scent loving your smell as his teeth raked over the sensitive flesh of your clit.
You couldn’t last any longer, your impending and inevitable orgasm creeping up on you as you felt Bucky’s teeth on your clit once more. Euphoria hit you hard and fast with no mercy and soon you felt your release, Bucky felt it too and the moment he did his face was directly at the source lapping all that you had up. He couldn’t tear himself away from it even as much as he tried, you tasted even better than drugs and Bucky needed another hit.
He kept going long after your high and didn’t stop till the scruff of his beard with covered in thick droplets of your cum.“I can’t, I need you Bucky. I need your cock.” You whimpered and that the sound of just needy you were Bucky pulled back savouring your sweet taste as he did.
He looked at you to see that like always you were absolutely wrecked. You had never looked so perfect to Bucky in your life, your hair was a mess and your lip was red and raw from how hard you had been biting down on it to stop yourself screaming.
“Shh, Babygirl don’t worry I’m gonna give you what you need.” Bucky cooed as he quickly removed his clothes leaving him naked and you desperately needing the fullness of him inside of you.
Bucky liked to take his time with you but once your eyes landed on his thick cock, a needy moan left your lips and suddenly Bucky was impatient. He quickly aligned himself at your entrance, one hand grabbing the headboard whilst his metal arm came down to your hips keeping them in place as he pushed in. The moment you felt his cock slide through your puckered hole you were a goner, you looked into Bucky’s eyes and you saw a fury and you knew that it wouldn’t be long again till you were coming all over his cock.
Bucky wasted no time in starting to move, he was as quick as ever and didn’t show any mercy whatsoever. You could hear the headboard above you rocking as Bucky thrusted into you so hard you thought the bed might collapse.
“Fuck you’re so tight. I’m gonna fuck you so hard babygirl. You want that?” Bucky asked and you nodded frantically as his hips thrusted into yours and then a string of your moans filled the air.
Bucky couldn’t help himself groaning at your noises as he pushed into you so hard the sound of your skin slapping against each other in the most animalistic of ways rang throughout the room. It was as if every time Bucky fucked you he was like a dog without a leash: wild and free to do whatever he pleased and what he liked to do was make you scream at the top of your lungs.
Your hands found the sheets needing something to hold on to as Bucky drove his cock into your pussy at the speed you had never experienced before. You wondered why and then you realised his eyes were glaring holes into the choker that had started it all.
The headboard hit the wall furiously as Bucky’s eyes never once left your neck finding it as well as the tightness of your pussy the most intoxicating thing ever. He drilled into you so hard you were writhing under him screaming and moaning clutching the sheets so hard you were nearly tearing them. He loved it, every pulsing throbbing moment of it because you were a sight to behold wearing the choker and letting him fuck you into an oblivion.
“Use it.” You managed to breathe out and Bucky looked at you in confusion although never once stopping thrusting into you like a savage.
You looked up at him seeing his confusion and clarified, “Use the choker, use it as you fuck me.” You said and that was all Bucky needed and the next you knew he pulling you up using the metal ring onto his cock, you were now in a straddling position and Bucky brought his hand from the headboard to your hips.
Your hips connected as Bucky used the metal loop to keep pulling you down with force and fury onto his cock, every time he did you screamed so loud he was sure anyone who lived near you would be able to hear and he was glad because he wanted people to know just how good he could fuck you. The hand from your hip came to your hair tugging on it and pulling your lips onto his, your moans and screams were muffled as Bucky’s tongue sought you out exploring every inch and crevice of your mouth.
You let him with pleasure because you couldn’t focus on anything else but the way he kept pulling you down matching his thrusts as a whole new ecstasy took over your senses.
When Bucky pulled back from the kiss, light was shed onto your moans and Bucky found the noise simply melodic. He pulled you closer, feeling the hard tips of your nipples against his chest as he rutted into you. You found yourself biting down onto his shoulder and at your actions deep guttural moans left Bucky’s lips because you were just as nasty and animalistic as he was. You tightened your legs around clamping down on his cock and the feeling was so fucking perfect the deep groan that emitted from Bucky sounded like a scream and the sound made your eyes roll back in pleasure.
You loved hearing him come undone just as much as he loved hearing you.“Fuck, you sound hot.” You breathed out and then a moan tore itself from your throat, euphoria grabbing hold of you once again. Bucky chuckled against you before dropping his head down against your neck his tongue running along the smooth material of your choker.
“So do you.” Bucky replied before he found space on your neck and clamped his teeth down on your flesh wanting to mark you up because the sight of you covered in the purples bruises he gave you made him fuck you harder.
“Gonna keep going till I feel those walls clamp down on me again and I feel you coming all over my cock like the dirty little girl you are.” Bucky promised as he thrusted deeply into you his balls smacking against your skin, the noise was pure filth – it was beautiful to you and Bucky.
“Not gonna be long.” You said because with the way Bucky was fucking you with pure hunger and lust you knew you wouldn’t be able to last any longer. Your words were proven when Bucky moved your legs up his torso allowing him to thrust into you at a new angle and as he did he hit your g-spot on the mark every single time he ploughed into you.
“Oh, I know babydoll.” Bucky said smugly as he fucked you with all the strength and energy he had left because like you, he felt his high beckoning him over. He gave you his all.It was when he hit your g-spot and when his lips dropped to your breasts that you were done, you couldn’t take it, no longer having it in you and soon enough your vision went white as you were lifted off into the euphoria of your high.
Bucky watched you come undone like a hawk, his eyes never once leaving you as he pulled his lips from your nipples and brought them to your shoulder pressing kisses there to calm you as you came down from your high.
He felt his high when these words left your lips, “Fuck Bucky, come inside me, come inside me please.” He loved when you begged and to hear you beg for his come inside of you was too much for the man who was fucking you mercilessly.
He did as you wanted pulling you closer to him by your choker and pressing his lips to yours as he came just as hard and fast as you did.It was perfect and when you had both calmed down Bucky pulled out of you leaving you an even bigger whimpering mess.
He quickly laid down on the bed pulling you on top of him, you steadied your breathing against him as he ran his fingers down your sides.“Tomorrow we’re going shopping and I’m getting you more of those chokers because fuck Y/N you look so hot I could come again just looking at you.” Bucky said when all was calm and quiet.
You laughed against his chest smiling in your post orgasm haze.“Promise?” You asked because another round of this, as well as some new chokers, sounded amazing to you.
Bucky smiled in bliss before replying, “I promise doll. I’m gonna practically drag you out of the shop to here so I can fuck you again.”