i dont even care if she’s trolling or whatever, i care about the example they are putting out there for all the young women in this fandom that believe you have to be like one of these gross people in order to sleep with 1D members/ someone
A/N: Hey guys!! I wanted to post this yesterday but I was too tired so, I’m so so sorry anon!! However, I still hoped that you had a great birthday!! I’m sorry but this had a little bit of a nerdy ending but I couldn’t help it haha😅and I wrote an apartment instead of a house instead, I hope you don’t mind. Anyways, enjoy!!!
Request: Would you do a bit a smutty one for my bday tomorrow where you’re moving in your first own little house with Bucky and after unpacking the whole day then end up in a paint fight while painting the bedroom, you have a shower together where things get heated ? ☺️☺️ Later that night you cuddle together and fall asleep in each other’s arms ? Also his POV if you like. That would be really really lovely ❤️
“Do I just put it here?” Bucky asked as he
placed a box of your things beside you as you started unpacking some of the
“Yep, that’s fine.” You smiled as you
arranged your books on a shelf that Bucky decided to build for you.
The two of you had been together for about
two years and decided to find an apartment and moved in together as the tower
wasn’t really a place that both of you could have privacy. Both of you from
S.H.I.E.L.D., he was an Avenger and you were just an agent, it took a while but
you had managed to coax Bucky into giving the relationship a try as he seemed
so insecure, but you were glad it worked.
“I can’t believe we’re finally moving in
together,” you commented, looking around the apartment. “A small little place
just for us.”
Bucky smiled as he walked up and hugged you
from behind, resting his chin on shoulder. “I like it though.”
“I like it too,” you replied, as Bucky
placed a kiss on your neck before moving away to unpack the other boxes. “Don’t
unpack the things for our bedroom yet, I want to repaint that room. I saw some
of the paint chipping off and that color was just unsightly.”
Summary: You are a photographer and try to make a picture of Michael at a music festival.
A/N: My first one, hope you like it! Let me know what you think (:
I look at all the people in front of me and raise my camera. I went out for pictures of the forest, but ended up at a music festival. Some band is performing and the lights are on, making the stage light up since it’s getting dark. The screen behind the four boys says 5 Seconds of Summer and it lights up when a new song starts. I take some pictures before I move closer to the stage. From this close I can actually see the boys playing the guitar, bass and drums. Suddenly I wish I had a backstage pass, I’ve had it before and I made some of my best pictures. The girls around me push me from side to side to get closer at the stage, which makes it hard to hold my camera still and take pictures. Then suddenly, the hair of one of the boys who plays guitar catches my eye. It’s dyed a bright blue and most of the time it matches the flashing lights. I raise my camera again and zoom until I’ve got his torso and head at the left side of the screen, but then a girl stumbles against me and I almost let my camera fall.
‘Will you please be careful? This camera is expensive, you know?’ I snap frustrated. The girl ignores me and just pushes further forward. I shake my head and try it again, but people keep pushing me, so it won’t work. Frustrated I let my camera down and look at the boy. His eyes meet mine and he smiles at me. I smile back and when he waves I laugh. All the girls close to me scream and wave back. I enjoy the rest of the song, but thinking of all these girls who are making it hard to take that one picture. Then the song ends and I was waiting for a new one, but the blue haired boy starts to talk. He thanks everyone for being here and then he looks at me again.
'Now, I want to ask this girl something.’ he says. Confused I furrow my eyebrows. 'Yes, you. The girl with the camera.’ he laughs. 'Don’t attack her because I actually don’t know her, but I saw you trying to make a picture of me?’ It’s almost quiet and it kind of scares me. I feel like everybody is looking at me when I smile and nod, not knowing what to do with all this attention, even my face is on the two big screens on either side of the stage.
'Can I see it?’ the boy asks. I laugh and shake my head no. His expression changes and the smile disappears from his face.
'No, it’s not like you can’t see it, but people kept pushing me, so I couldn’t make the picture.’ I scream. Because it’s quiet he hears me and nods.
'For a moment I thought you didn’t like me.’ he grins.
'I don’t!’ I interrupt, laughing. He sticks his tongue out and laughs too.
'Now, let this beautiful girl take her picture,’ the boy asks the audience, 'and then come backstage so I can see it, okay?’ he continues and gives me another smile. I smile and nod, I raise my camera again, zoom and then take some pictures. When I take a look at them, one girl looks at my camera.
'She’s really good, I swear!’ she screams. I blush when the boy laughs, I found myself wishing it wouldn’t be this quiet anymore. Then I lift my thumb up, so he knows the pictures are good.
After two more songs, I decide to go backstage, as the boy asked. One of the people walks towards me and gives me a wristband which says 'backstage’, probably because the boy on stage asked me to come.
'They have one more song left, Michael will come over here after their performance.’ he says, probably referring to the blue haired boy. I nod and wait for the last song to end. To kill time, I take a look at the pictures again. I was able to make some more when they were playing again, suddenly no one touched me anymore. I’ve got some really cool ones. Just when I look up, I feel two hands on my shoulders. I squeal and turn around to see who scared me, Michael.
'Hey,’ he grins. I stick my tongue out and let my camera hang down.
'You nasty boy, don’t ever do that again!’ I laugh. Michael smiles.
'So, do you often make pictures?’ he asks. 'Oh wait, I’m Michael by the way. Not good at being social, sorry.’ he laughs.
'Oh, don’t worry, me neither. I’m Y/N.’ I smile. 'I practically make pictures every day and at every event I am.’ I say. I raise my camera and show Michael the pictures I’ve made.
'Wow, you’re really good!’ he exclaims. I blush and smile.
I married her eight years ago you ugly nasty white boy but you wouldn't know that because you left her and you know who was there for her? Me, I was. Don't insult my relationship with my wife again, sir
Just before the next verse began, Yuri leaned
forward, his hands running along his legs down toward the floor, his legs
remaining straight the entire time, his ass up in the air beautifully, a sight
you some oh-la-la
Lightly Yuri swayed his hips side to side before
he leaned toward his right just enough to look at Otabek as he mouthed along
with the next line: Voulez vous coucher
avec moi? Maybe Otabek didn’t speak French, besides the few words JJ
sometimes threw around to show off, but he definitely knew what that question
meant, the meaning only clearer by the way Yuri looked at him, his eyes hungry
and one brow lightly cocked. Oui, he
wanted to say but didn’t.
I got you
breaking into a sweat
hot, bothered, and wet
In one fluid motion Yuri stood up, his legs
moved together and he sunk toward the floor, his knees moving apart to the
sides. Yuri lulled his lead back and his body followed as he turned on the
balls of his feet until he faced toward Otabek revealing the even more
intricate front of his outfit. There was some kind of lace pattern or design
spanning across his stomach surrounded by even more straps and two circular
pasties covered Yuri’s nipples. Slowly Yuri turned a little to the side before
standing up with his ass first and his upper body following, his hands moving
up his legs, across his stomach and chest, and then into his hair.
HOLY SHIT did you know you can draw anything you want?? you wanna draw satan with a lion’s mane and a really suspiciously detailed mouth??? FUCKIGN GO FOR IT MY DUDE THE WORLD IS YOUR NASTY DROOLING OYSTER