Lando Norris

Max Verstappen

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Kissing Headcannons w/ Ledger!Characters

a/n: includes patrick verona, ledger!joker, william thatcher, skip engblom, and tony shepherd <3 + gender neutral reader!!

warnings: mentions of kissing + mild nsfw themes (18+)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

If you had to narrow Patrick’s kisses down to one word it would be tender. The man kisses you with so much love and compassion that you swear all the blood in your body turns into sugar from how sweet he is. One quick peck and your entire body tingles. Tiny little fireworks exploding inside of you and rattling your bones. On the flip side, your skin bursts into flames when he presses his lips against that certain spot on your neck. He always chuckles at your tiny huff when ever he does kiss you there. You swear he’s pure magic.

Sneaky kisses are one of Pat’s top secret skills. Out and about in public with him but you’re both needy? No worries. He’ll pull you into an empty hallway or vacant room, out of sight from wandering eyes, and give you all the kisses you need right then and there.

He also enjoys giving you forehead kisses at any time of day. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and press his lips on the center of your forehead. It makes your knees weak and heart grow a million sizes. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life.

Ledger!Joker (The Dark Knight)

J’s kisses are all-consuming. He surrounds your senses like a cloud of black smog hung high over Gotham’s skyline. It’s intense and sharp in a good way. Your first kiss with him isn’t exactly romantic as it was messy, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. Purple leather gloves gripping the back of your neck, stealing all the breath from your lungs. Holding onto his wool trench coat for dear life. Greasepaint staining your skin, a semi-permanent reminder that you’re his.

And of course, his scars. They’re intriguing when you see them for the first time. But when kissing him, it isn’t what you expected at all. You thought they were going to be uncomfortable and scratchy against your skin because they were jagged and healed so roughly. Oh, how you were wrong. They add a unique quality to J’s kisses. They do not hurt you in the slightest. In fact, they are very plush. It’s beautiful, something terribly tragic blooming into something passionate.

J is quite handsy with you. Of course with this comes a lot of biting and nipping at your neck. He loves leaving deep, angry bruises all over as another reminder that he’s the only one who makes you feel the ways that you do. You can never resist him and his touch. Though, you would never tell him that. He already knows it through the way you kiss him.

William Thatcher (A Knight’s Tale)

Oh my goodness, precious William. He surprises you. At first, his kisses were reserved and shy. Whispering against your lips and tentatively asking you questions: “Was that okay?” or “What else would you like?”. It’s incredibly endearing. You later learn it’s because he has not kissed many people before, which makes your stomach flutter with millions of butterflies. As strong as he may be and as much energy he gives away in different jousting arenas, he’ll always be your innocent knight in shining armor.

One thing that you come to find out about Will as your relationship progresses is that he absolutely loves hearing the noises you make when you kiss. He cannot get enough of you. To him, you’re the most powerful drug in the entire universe. Hearing you whine out his name, breathing and sighing deeply for him… It spurs him into a frenzy. You both know that those special noises are for his ears only. Simply put, his kisses make you feel completely whole.

And it’s no surprise that Will is a romantic. He brings you as his date to every ball he can physically attend. He’s so giddy and loves dancing (and drinking lots of wine & food) with you. Hand kisses are exchanged all night, of course. His soft lips pressed gently against the top of your hand which makes you (and him) turn bright red. It’s a simple gesture, but you can’t help to adore his tiny displays of affection.

Skip Engblom (Lords of Dogtown)

Oh, Skip. Skip’s kisses are pure understanding. When you kiss each other, you’re on the exact same page. Hell, you’re on the same line of the exact same book. You’re just two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

Your first kiss though, you’ll never forget. You worked night shifts here and there at the Zephyr Surf Shop for Skip. You two have known each other for years. He’s always appreciated your time and company. Giving an extra hand if he’s running behind on orders doesn’t even feel like working for him. It’s just you & an old friend who you happened to have a big crush on. It’s no big deal, right?

After finishing up late one night, Skip wanted to walk you out to your car: “Listen, Y/N, it isn’t safe in Dogtown at this time of night. Let me walk you out to your car.” You didn’t argue because you knew he was right, even if you were parked just outside the front doors. Warmth spread through your belly as he stood right beside you, protecting you the whole way.

Skip started to express his gratitude (and how guilty he felt because he wasn’t paying you) when you had cut him off: “No, no, Skip. I’ll always help out anytime, free of charge. Anything for you. I mean it.” You reached out to run your hand down his arm. His eyes flickered down as if your hand had dragged bright green paint across his exposed skin. A breath got caught in your throat and your wide eyes suddenly connect with his.

And in that moment, everything slotted into place. A million emotions were rushing in your brain as you kissed each other against the driver’s side window of your car, but the one word short-circuiting in your brain was: Home. Skip was your home.

No matter where you happen to be sleeping that night, Skip always manages to wake you up in the morning by gently pressing his lips to your neck. He watches you stir, eyes fluttering. He’s as warm as early sunshine spilling through open windows and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Tony Shepherd (The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus)

Ever since the complete disaster Anton caused a week ago that resulted in the Parnassus trailer, aka. your home getting basically destroyed, everything has gone to shit. Well… not everything. There’s Tony. Where do you even begin with life before Tony?

You can’t really recall exactly how or when you joined the Imaginarium team, but you had proved your potential to everyone right away. You drew spectators in and let the others talents shine. It all felt so… natural. You fit in perfectly with this family of misfits.

Then comes Tony. Your whole world was turned upside down when you discovered the hanged man on the bridge. It was like a switch flipped on inside of you. Two bright lights connecting in a pitch black world.

Tony found you sitting on the stage of the trailer one night. That’s when you shared your first kiss. He knew you had been stressed about what was to come now that the only place to perform the show was shattered to bits: “Sweetheart, don’t worry I have a plan. It’s a bit of a change, but that never hurt anyone, did it?”. That’s the thing about Tony. He always seems to be five steps ahead of everyone else.

After chatting about the next course of action, you felt his hand travel from resting on your shoulder to stroking your cheek lovingly. The close heat of his hand reassuring you that it was going to be okay. That he was there for you. You felt your body being drawn in closer to his by some fateful force. His slow breath fanned against your cheek and shot sparks down your spine. His hand was still placed on your cheek, too afraid to make any sudden movements that could tear you away from him. From this moment. His lips finally connected with yours and you were breathless. All of the oxygen in the atmosphere was suddenly gone. All you felt was the warmth of him. The warmth of you two, together. Like dim streetlights reflecting on rain soaked sidewalks. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

You’ve come to learn that Tony’s mouth (and hands) tend to wander late at night. He can’t help it that your twin bed in this god forsaken trailer can’t comfortably house two full adults. You barely get enough rest as it is. So you resort to more intimate activities, hoping that sleep might come a little bit easier afterwards.

Knowing his kisses always leaves you wanting more, he happily obliges along to your all of your needs. He will always love touching you in the softest places overflowing with the deepest pleasure. Your breathy gasps as his mouth trails across your neck while his broad hands stroke your chest. Your whole body aches for him. Soon enough, his hands finally wander down, down, down…

“You know, love, we should have been doing this a lot sooner if we both couldn’t sleep.” “Oh, shut up.”

Eddie as your boyfriend | Headcanons! Pt.2

More Eddie Headcanons because I love writing them :p

Warnings: fluff, some smut (mdni), cursing, y‘all are still going to school, probably some writing mistakes because English is not my first language <//3

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Waits at the picnic table for you during break so you can eat lunch together

Mostly forgets his food, so you feed him with yours

"Eddie you can’t just eat pretzels all the time!"

"Why not?!:("

definitely makes out with you in school and in front of your friends (yes, even in front of the younger ones)

Loves to scare you while you‘re at your locker with a loud "BOO“

"Jesus Christ! Eddie are you crazy!?"

"Crazy in love, yes“ he smirks at you while pulling you into his arms

He is touchy. Physical touch is his love language.

Big and loooooong hugs before, during and after school (and in general)

Always kisses the back of your hand and looks up at you while doing it

Gives you his rings, shirts, literally everything he owns, since he wants to share everything in his life with you (you even are allowed to touch his guitar but only if he‘s with you )

Always offers his joint even tho he knows you usually don’t smoke, when you agree for the first time he‘s shocked asf.

"Oh no…I’ve corrupted my innocent, sweet baby" he says and dramatically puts his hand on his chest

After your first time together you asked him if it was good for him and he looked at you with a "are you fucking serious?“ look on his face…all sweaty and still breathing heavily

"Baby, I think I just died and went to heaven! This was the best fucking Sex I‘ve ever had! And believe me…we‘re not finished yet!"

"What do you mean? You want another round? I came like 4 times Ed‘s!"

"So what? We’ve got all night! Give me 10 minutes and you‘ll cum a 5th time!" He smirks with his eyebrows wiggling up and down

He‘s not just a Sex god, he‘s also the king of aftercare

No matter how tired, sweaty and sticky he is, he‘ll always make sure to get you cleaned up and makes a hot chocolate for the two of you afterwards

When you fall asleep before he comes back he just drinks them himself while holding you in his arms and admiring your face (he‘s so in love)

Sometimes he‘s super scared that you‘ll leave him just like everyone else in his life did before but you remind him daily that you stick to him like chewing gum to his old vans

Let’s you paint his nails, do his eyeliner or play with his hair, even during school sometimes

Passes notes at you during class

"Baby you look so beautiful today and fuck so hot too!?"

You look at him with red cheeks, he responds with a wink

Sometimes you have to stay at school longer so he waits at his hand, until your classes are all done

°•☆Heavenly Touch☆•°

♦️ Bucky Barnes x Reader ♦️

A/N: Just soft, fluffy blurb of Bucky in the tub getting his hair washed cause I’m in a sappy mood today 😔

Words: 650

Bucky Masterlist

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Few things in the world are as heavenly as your hands on his scalp, Bucky’s sure of it. Not food. Not sleep. Not se…Well, scratch that. 

Being inside you, all tight and warm around him is the best feeling in the world.

But your soft hands…massaging and pressing into his scalp, running through his brown locks with patience and care, it’s a definite close second.

It started simply. You offered to wash Bucky’s hair as it seemed so…greasy. And Bucky got a little embarrassed, because he forgot. He always forgets little things that people do and it’s a good thing you’re there to remind him, to ground him. With you, becoming Bucky Barnes again, finding Bucky Barnes, or at least the shattered pieces scattered through his psyche, feels easier. 

As Bucky slumps backwards in the tub, his thick muscles clench and unclench. Tension melts from his limbs beneath your soft touch. He basks in the tender press of your fingers and his mouth parts, long lashes fluttering closed. A low, sultry hum, veering on erotic, escapes his throat. 

"Guess I’m really hitting your sweet spot, huh?" you tease, pulling Bucky from his trance. 

There’s a rosy hue to his cheeks as he bashfully replies, wet chestnut locks hanging in his face, "Sorry…"

You wrap your arms around his neck and drop a gentle kiss on his broad shoulder. 

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," you whisper. "I’m glad I can make you feel good."

Bucky sinks into silence. It’s not unusual, when he gets into one of his moods. But there’s a wrinkle in his brow that makes you inquire.

You caress his stubbled jaw. 

"Is there something on your mind?" 

He swallows a deep breath, his blue eyes dimming, shadows engulfing them. 

"I was never touched like that…back there," he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. 

You give a slow nod.

He doesn’t need to elaborate his meaning for you to understand he’s talking about Hydra and his time as the Winter Soldier. 

Bucky’s lips tremble as his eyes get glassy. Your stomach knots at the sight. He struggles to get the rest of the words out, his voice breaking. 

"Either I wasn’t touched or…touched in a bad way."

Your insides wrench. He never talks about it. The air in the bathroom is heavier, more stifling as Bucky’s gaze gets lost. For a minute, you lose him, to awful memories, to pain and loss. It’s all written on his face. 

Your chest is hollow as you helplessly watch him go through this. 

Your hands roam over his shoulders as you rest your chin in the crook of his neck. 

"I wish I could say something to make it better."

His big, warm hands cover yours, drawing circles into your wrists, reveling in that simple touch. There’s not a minute together Bucky doesn’t marvel and linger in touching you, smelling you, soaking in your essence.

Like he wants to remember you with just his hands, carve your memory deep in his skin, so it can never be taken.

"You don’t have to," he rasps, brushing his lips against the back of your hands, eyes falling shut. "This…makes everything better." A peaceful lilt courses through his tone. "You make everything better, doll."

Butterflies dance in your belly with his words.

Before you can respond, Bucky suddenly rises from inside the tub. Droplets glisten off his naked, muscular frame, dripping to the floor as he climbs out of the tub. 

A stunned shriek tumbles out of you when he picks you up and swoops you in his arms, careful not to squeeze you too tight with his metal arm.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" you gasp, your gaze widening. 

He sends you a crooked grin that makes your chest flutter. 

"You made me feel better. It’s only fair I make you feel better too, doll," he purrs suggestively, striding to your bedroom with confidence.

“Floating up and dreamin”

H.S. - t.p.w.k.

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